#they both look gorgeous in that fifth picture

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Billy the Kid set (insta feed) || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

Summary: this is literally just a bunch of insta posts of you and Tom on set of Billy the kid also mixed with abit of Dad!Tom cause I couldn’t resist myself <33 THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE

Warnings: fem!reader noneee

Wc: 743

divider by @pommecita

y/n_y/l/n

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Got dragged in to this 😐 fishing is not my forte.

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tomblyth: darling, you loved it.

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: did I though?

danielwebber: specifically loved the part where you tripped and landed on your ass in the water, very entertaining 👏👏

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: maybe if you guys had told me that we would be going fishing, I would’ve worn more appropriate foot attire 😃

alexmroe: a day I will never forget!

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: please do.

user24: I love this cast smmm

user947: who else is here from tbosas after finding out that these two are each other’s love interest once again 🙋‍♀️

↘️ user109: yup.

↘️ user13: MEEEE 🙋‍♀️

↘️ user005: I couldn’t get enough of them in tbosas so here I am 😂

user464: I love it when y/n posts bts content, she knows what we want.

user87: y/n feeding us more Tom content 🫡

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y/n_y/l/n

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My fav look <33 (fun fact: the dress was hand painted 🥹)

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tomblyth: my gorgeous gorgeous girl 😍

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 🥰

user86: AHHHHHH HIS COMMENT

user150: ‘my gorgeous gorgeous girl’ he’s actually talking abt me hehehehe

user328: Dulcinea was serving looks the entire season, and that’s on periodt.

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 🤭 couldn’t agree more

↘️ user328: YOU RESPONDED AHHHH ILY

↘️ user25: FACTS

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tomblyth

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Past couple of weeks 🎬

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user672: oh to be y/n y/l/n 😫

siobhan: will miss u all!!!

↘️ tomblyth: it was nice knowing ya Mrs Riley 🤠

↘️ siobhan: wish I hadn’t gotten shot in the head by my dbag husband (all your fault @shaunmbenson)

user19: the last picture awhhhh @y/n_y/l/n

↘️ tomblyth: she’s actually a horse whisperer

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: I am 🤫

↘️ user19: NO WAY YOU BOTH REPLIED OMFG

user465: Billy the Kid makes me weak in the knees oml

user348: omw to rewatch BTK for the millionth time 🏃‍♀️

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tomblyth

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Elsie when I first started filming s1 of BTK in 2021 and Elsie now during s2 🥹 Happy birthday my love <3 love you with all my heart!

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y/n_y/l/n: time flies 😭

↘️ tomblyth: our little girl isn’t so little anymore!

billythekidmgm: happy birthday Elsie! we LOVE seeing your happy face at set 💞

danielwebber: i remember holding her for the first time as a baby like it was yesterday 🥹

rachelzegler: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELS! I need to see you soon sweetheart 😭

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: she misses u and josh like crazy!!

user287: STOP MY HEART CANT WITH THIS

user932: Elsie is so freakin cute!!

user02: imagine being able to say Tom Blyth and Y/n Y/l/n are your parents…. nepo baby!

user461: the first picture of y/n and Elsie 😭 this post is too adorable!

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alexmroe

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Yeehaw 🤠

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y/n_y/l/n: i took the fifth pic 🙋‍♀️🤭

↘️ alexmroe: yes, yes, fifth pic creds goes to u

y/n_y/l/n: oml my tan in the last pic……

tomblyth: we’re so cute @y/n_y/l/n

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: we are aren’t we 🤭

↘️ user287: DAMN RIGHT. THE CUTEST COUPLE

↘️ user109: u guys r literally so wholesome i cant w it

user88: AWEEEE the last pic!!!

user163: excuse me- the third pic- DAMN TOM IS FINE

user847: I love seeing Tom in a cowboy hat 🫶

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: same.

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y/n_y/l/n

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life recently. Alberta, ily!

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ashleyjliao: 😍😍

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: Miss u bb x

joshandresrivera: 3rd pic 🤣

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: yk how he is with the cold 🥶

↘️ tomblyth: oh hush, I was being reasonable unlike you who was wearing a tank and shorts.

user63: Tom and Elsie 😭

user912: Y/n wearing Tom’s hat in the first pic 🤭

↘️ tomblyth: she steals it all the time

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: SHHHH

user108: why do I sometimes forget that Tom has a literal 4 year old daughter

user143: yessss keep feeding us Tom x Elsie content!!!!

user622: she’s hot, she has an even hotter boyf, a cute daughter, she’s rich, popular, an AMAZING actress, she’s literally winning at life 😫

user150: lol I wondered why their chemistry was so good in tbosas and btk. ITS CAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER IRL.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

routine vibe check: what’s the best starter pokemon and why are you right (pictures and long paragraphs of evidence welcomed and appreciated)

Gonna get a good grade in vibe check, normal to want and inevitable to achieve because I have objectively correct Pokemon opinions and will block naysayers

OKAY LET'S GO

I decided to do, like, a top 5 list or something, because I'm bad at picking a single favourite of stuff. And then even that overwhelmed me, so I found one of those tier ranking list sites and produced this:

It was done in less than a minute, so if I wanted to get really picky, I don't know if I would be fully wedded to it (not sure if maybe Sceptile should be one higher) BUT it did help to highlight the important ones.

So!

5. Bulbasaur

It's. Just. So. Nice.

Like you can find cooler, more beautiful, cuter, fancier... there's a whole bunch of ways for a Pokemon to be great. But you will never ever find a nicer Pokemon than Bulbasaur. It's so lovely. Look at it. Look at its face.

I can't put it higher, because the rest of the line is fairly bland in terms of development. It's good and logical and fun, don't get me wrong, but Ivysaur and Venusaur just look like bigger versions with More Flower and Less Cute rather than creatures in their own right. To be honest, if it weren't a starter requiring a three-stage evolution, you could do away with Ivysaur. Something I don't like about a lot of lazy three-step lines is that the middle step just looks like a transitional mid phase rather than a Proper Creacher, like they were artificially inflating the Pokemon number count. Meanwhile it took us until Paldea to get a Girafarig evo that would actually make the giraffe tall. Madness.

However my first ever Pokemon was a Bulbasaur I called Daffodil, and I have traded him forward onto every single successive generation since. He is, quite literally, my First Ever Pokemon. I love him desperately. I still have him. Not many people still have their First Ever Pokemon. But I do and I love him. So, Bulbasaur gets the fifth spot.

4. Snivy

Again, a victim of the Banal Transitional Middle Evo, but both Snivy and Serperior are incredible, and as Meatloaf took such pains to tell us, two out of three ain't bad.

But Snivy! It's so snooty! I was super lucky with mine, too, because I beat the 12.8% odds and got a female, and I loved her. Normally the initial baby starters are designed to be cute but Snivy has SO MUCH PERSONALITY, she's great. And the design of Serperior is utterly gorgeous. She keeps the expression, but rather than the Animal Crossing-style snooty-cute vibe of Snivy you get this thousand yard withering stare of an empress whose servant (you) has just turned up dripping mud in her throne room and asked her for money. Her green and gold colour scheme is exquisite. Her filigree design, including her high collar, give off the air of wealth and sophistication befitting her immaculate pedigree. And all this! In a simple snake. Incredible design work, 10 out of 10, no notes.

Begone, you miserable peasant. Have him boiled.

3. Torchic

Now I'll be real with you, lads, but Pokemon design hit its stride with Hoenn and then got better.

It's partly a fashion thing, of course - you look at some of the Kanto designs and they are remarkably 90s, because that's when the franchise launched. Others are clearly a product of what the 1990's were capable of producing in pixels on an already over-stretched cartridge medium. Like we like to clown on Red and Green/Blue now, but my god, those game designers performed a miracle with Pokemon. Every single square inch of space was used to make that game, and complex designs weren't going to cut it.

(With that said, there is still no excuse for Dragonite.)

And then Johto came about and its Pokedex sucks ass. It's mostly new evolutions for existing Kanto stars, useless babies to inflate the dex number, or poorly thought out single-evos like the inexplicably short Girafarig and the unacceptably dreary Dunsparce (our greatest thanks to Paldea for fixing both of those).

BUT THEN CAME HOENN (trumpets intensify)

And we get habitats! Biomes! A different regional climate, gifting us a brand new area of Pokecology! And therefore a brand new flush of creativity in Pokemon design across the board; less dated, and more inclined to be unique rather than a rehash of Kantonian stuff.

Which brings me nicely to this lad:

Now, I mean. Just look at him. Fucking hell. Cute starter stage, check. LOOK AT HIM FACE

AND THEN he became, at the time, a brand-new unique typing: Fire/Fighting. I realise that is now the norm for like, half of the Fire starters, but that's because of Torchic, actually. He was super popular. In fact if you ever play Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald and you do what my husband and I like to call a Mynci Dave run (use one Pokemon almost exclusively, meaning it gets all the experience points and therefore over-levels to a terrifying degree, allowing you to sweep the game; so named after the noble Primeape we first did this with, Mynci Dave), Torchic is the PERFECT Pokemon to choose, because almost everything is weak to either Fire or Fighting in that region.

Anyway, Combusken is, again, kind of mid (although props for the inverted colour scheme and the fact that it actually does look like a teenager.) But Blaziken, on the other hand... Blaziken is a six foot ninja chicken with wings for hair whose Pokedex entry describes it as able to leap tall peaks in a single bound, a feat it achieves after strengthening its legs by hoofing Geodudes down mountains like they're fucking footballs

Also an impressive bulge.

My first was called Gilgamesh, and he was fucking great. For a long time, this mad lad was my actual favourite Pokemon, not just starter. Brilliant. Love him. Five stars out of three. King.

2. Fuecoco

It would probably surprise you to know I've not actually used one. I chose Sprigatito, and I do really like Meowscarada, actually. But pretty anthro cat boys have been done in Pokemon quite a bit at this point; cats, dogs and rabbits are over-represented in terms of Poke-taxa. Possibly this is another reason for a toad, a snake and a chicken being 5, 4 and 3 so far (ooh, basilisk ingredients, I've just realised.) They're new and unusual! I like an Eeveelution as much as the next person, but they're a whole family of cat-dog-rabbits, like.

However.

Nintendo has tried its hand at Pokecrocodilians three times (Feraligatr, Krookodile, Skeledirge), and they have gotten so much better at design each time that the three of them are basically a scale proxy for ongoing design improvement. Look, I've made a diagram:

EXCEPT

(Strap in)

This one is that rare thing: a three step line that deserves to be a three step line. Let's talk Fuecoco first:

SO CUTE. It's charming, it's charismatic, it's adorable.

It also has hints of its evolutionary end goal, but not like an undeveloped middle evo. It likes singing. The white face hints at the eventual calavera, and it looks a bit like a lil chilli pepper - a ghost pepper, probably in reference to the eventual Fire/Ghost typing. But the colours and shape right now also look a bit reminiscent of a babygro, because this thing is a cute starter. Lookit them teefs. That tuft. Its lovely smile. Beautiful.

And then, at the point you expect it to turn into just the awkward teenage version of the adult, instead we get Crocator:

Oh boy. Oh there's so much to say. Okay okay:

The region it's from is based on Spain, but this thing is incorporating Hispanic elements from across the board. It's a mariachi in a sombrero, except the sombrero also looks kind of like a ring of Mexican marigolds and kind of like a Catalonian Easter cake called Mona de Pascua that has an egg (or egg-shaped confectionary) in the middle. Body shape and markings look kind of like a piñata. The white face is now on its way to a calavera, with the cheek and nostril markings more defined. And it sings, with its open mouth (also how crocodiles release heat, appropriate for a Fire type) and signified by the mariachi theme.

THAT IS A LOT.

And then it becomes Skeledirge. A Fire/Ghost crocodile.

Now the obvious design here is the calavera and the  Día de Muertos theming, which is part of it. But there are also many examples of crocodile figures in Spanish folkloric ghost stories: the Catalonian Cocollona, the Lizard of Magdalena from Jaén, or the Drac de Na Coca, or even the Cuca - that one is Portuguese, but turns up in both Brasil and the Iberian Peninsula including in parts of Spain. It's got a Gaudi vibe (like Barcelona). It's got an alebrije vibe (like Mexico).

And the bird! Nile crocs have a cleaning symbiosis with Egyptian plovers; it also sits at the tip of the snout where male gharials have a sort of bulbous bit to help them make sounds (the singing thing).

But this is what the bird does when Skeledirge uses Torch Song:

It becomes a microphone, then grows in size and attacks the opponent in Phoenix form. Phoenix: Fire/Ghost. Resurrected from the ashes.

Quite simply, your fave could never.

5. Rowlet

My god. (My god)

gasp

Look at this lovely creacher. He is so round and so soft and so lovely. He looks like that baby Yoda meme. He looks like that cat that someone's landlord said they would make an exception for because he looks very polite. Look!!! At his lil bow tie!!! He is a smartly dressed young man and he is kind and he is... well, a bit vacant behind the eyes. A himbo, if you will. But he is all the better for that. What a lovely owl.

He looks a little like a barn owl, perhaps, and those were imported to Hawai'i, where Rowlet is from. But I think he looks a little like a Pueo owl, and given that he will eventually be a Ghost type, that seems right - pueos are one of the physical forms assumed by ʻaumākua in Hawai'ian culture, as I understand it.

And then, hang onto your tits, lads, because this is another banger - THE MIDDLE EVOLUTION IS ITS OWN DESIGN!!! (confetti cannons)

I said earlier that boring middle evos are like just awkward teenagers of the adults. Here, I present to you, a very deliberate Awkward Teenager, in Dartrix:

IT'S A DANDY

I love him I love him I love him

He plays with his fringe and if you touch it without permission he has a tantrum. God, he's so charismatic. Also, that fringe further suggests the pueo - they have pronounced outer rims around their facial disks like that. Look at his bow tie and tail coat. So smart and handsome

This one is so good that it could be the final evo. This is actually my issue with the Delphox line - Braixen is amazing, and then it becomes the bland boredom of Delphox. Braixen should have been the final stop. Here, Dartrix is much the same - good enough to be a high-quality end goal.

Where they differ is that Decidueye is better again.

IT SHOOTS ARROWS MADE OF ITS OWN QUILLS

Also, fun fact - This line is the only starter to change secondary typing. Dartrix is part Flying; but on evolving a second time into Decidueye, it switches to Grass/Ghost. In this evolution, it's definitely mostly a pueo, so the ʻaumākua reference is IN, but actually barn owls also have their associations with the dead in various cultures.

The crown of feathers around its head are also reminiscent of an ayaigasa - a hat worn by Japanese samurai archers. And yet! AND YET!

It still has its lil bow tie look. Bigger now, more of a cravat; but there it is.

A perfect Pokemon, and a perfect evolutionary line. No notes.

Anyway, thank you for this chance to waste three and a half hours writing this essay

[princesssmars]

practical magick

a stiles stilinski x witch!reader

plot : just when stiles thought he had gotten used to the dramatics of the supernatual, he happens across you performing magic in the forest. when you fail to wipe his memory, his thursday afternoon gets a whole lot weirder.

wc : 4.678

contains : sfw. kissing at the end. the picture for look inspo is fair-skinned but the reader's skin color is not described! reader has hair! google translated latin sorry 😞i like my men loserish and obsessed sorry.

a/n : yasss a little halloween special. rewatching teen wolf for the third time bc idfk. is it obvious i love witch!reader's yet.

for the first time in over a decade, stiles stilinksi was bored out of his mind.

he had previously thought that given his adhd gave him a deep desire to be doing literally anything all the time that the word bored wouldn't enter his daily vocabulary until he died.

yet here he is, kicking his feet at the dead leaves on the ground as he searched for any hidden traces of wolfsbane. the only reasons this had even happened was because he had opened his big mouth too many times and was sent on a busy quest by deaton, to "make sure the surrounding areas were safe for werewolves."

just reminding himself of what led him here was enough to tick him off again. it wasn't like the past two years have been easy, being under the constant threat of werewolves, werewolf hunters, kanimas, etcetera etcetera. it was enough to stress out the most stable of adults, and stiles was the direct opposite of that, so of course he got nervous and started talking over people and pissing them off.

"stupid wolfsbane, stupid werewolves," he mumbles, kicking at more of the dead brown leaves on the forest floor, tearing a line of the familiar purple plant up from the ground and stuffing it into the brown sack in his other hand. once he was done it was likely it would either be tucked in jars in deaton's stash or burned. he wouldn't mind seeing the latter.

its another twenty moments of grumbling and scavenging before a sound in the distance stops him in his tracks. he stands still, making sure that he barely breathes before he relaxes, figuring his anger and memories are making him paranoid of the woods.

a minute later he wishes his mind was playing tricks on him, because he nears the noise again, but this this its louder.

"its closer," he thinks.

he barely even registers when his legs start running. he may have a bag full of wolfsbane, but there was no guarantee the threat was something the plant could harm. and he didn't feel like tempting fate today.

at this point he's slightly lost his direction, but when he passes the stunted redwood stump he and scott carved their names into during the fifth grade he starts to understand where he is, and as his heart beats in his hears he knows if he turns right here he'll come up onto the old willow tree-

in the span of ten seconds he smacks head on into a hard object, falling on his ass and gasping as the air is knocked from his lungs. he blinks quickly to try to rid of the black spots in his vision, and before he can comprehend it he's making eye contact with you.

he's slightly embarrassed that the first thought that races across his mind is how pretty you are. he knows he should be wary of you, but he can't help it. your hair is a rich (h/c), seeming to almost shine despite the sun being blocked by clouds. your skin is smooth and your eyes are gorgeous and big and still staring straight at him.

you both rush to stand up. he holds his hands out in a way that you would calm a wild animal, hoping it doesn't piss you off.

you continue to stare at him. which isn't helping calm down his racing pulse.

"uh, alright. look, i'm not gonna hurt you, alright? i'm just...looking for something..."

before he can finish his sentence, you raise your hands to cup the sides of his face. his words die in his mouth and he feels his cheeks warm up to the point he's surprised they haven't burned your palms. you look determined, and for a second he feels like he's gone to heaven

"convertere et perge quid agas. oblivisceris quid hic vidisti."

turn around and continue what you're doing. you will forget what you saw here.

his mouth opens and his brows scrunch in shock. he never thought those latin lessons he took online and with lydia would pay off, but he's really glad he did them now.

he considers doing what you said, just turning around and forgetting all about this encounter. but unfortunately his curiosity is getting the better of him, and if his suspicions are correct he needs to know more about you.

"i'm gonna guess you just tried to put a spell on me, right?"

your eyes widen so largely he's afraid they're going to pop out of your skull.

"i..i don't understand, that should have worked. are you a warlock? druid?"

"no, no. i'm just stiles." he tells. his guess that you were something supernatural is partially confirmed, since you know about druids and the whole tried to put a spell on him thing.

"well, stiles, unless you tell me why my spell didn't work on you i'm most likely going to have to kill you." you deadpan.

he thinks you're kidding so he eta out a strained laugh. you don't even twitch.

he wracks his brain for a good enough excuse that will save his life before his arm moves without command and thrusts the bag in your direction.

"well, i have a uh, a bag full of wolfsbane, if that matters at all. pretty sure it does since…yeah…wolfsbane”

yours eyes dart from him to the bag, most likely not trusting that their isn’t some insta-death powder that will pop out as soon as you open it, so he looses his thumbs grip and steps closer so you can see the purple herbs inside.

“hate to admit it but you’re right,” you sigh, pushing back some hair from your face. his eyes follow the movement before darting back to yours.“ that much wolfsbane would make most supernatural or magical doings wonky.”

"yes, yes! exactly. that makes sense. im sorry about that-"

"why would you even have that much wolfsbane anyway? are you a hunter?"

"what? no, no! im not, i swear to you im not a hunter. i can explain this, really i can." he nearly chokes on his words at the speed he speaks.

you stare at him for a few seconds more before crossing your arms over your chest, hopefully about to let him explain why he has a bag filled to the brim with a dangerous plant on a random afternoon.

when you start to walk directly past him into the forest he doesn’t think he’s ever been more confused.

"fine. you can explain it on the way back.”

he’s as still as a statue as he process your words. you just accused him of being a hunter and now you want him to follow you to whatever mysterious place your going? even for him this is weird, and he’s ten seconds from refusing-

“hurry up.”

he rushes to catch up behind you.

after around twenty minutes of stiles repeatedly asking where you were going followed by silence on your end, you finally reach a clearing in the woods filled by a large victorian-era house, fully black with large looming windows lit up by warm golden lighting coming from inside. there's a nearly fully glass sunroom/greenhouse on the right side, and he can see from here the varying flowers and plants that fill the room. he wants to ask how a house like this could be kept under wraps from the rest of the town, but then he remembers.

magic, duh.

you lead him through the threshold of the home and down a hallway until you arrive in what must be your living room, not giving him a chance to admire the room before you're pushing on his shoulders so he sits in a loveseat, taking your own seat across from him. your legs spread and you rest your elbows on your knees as you glare at him, causing him to shift in his seat.

"why are you carrying a bag full of wolfsbane?"

"my friend's boss, deaton. he asked me to pick up any wolfsbane in the woods to make it safer for them when they do the whole wolfing out thing."

"deaton's working with werewolves again? does he have a death wish?" your brow raises in confusion, he notes how the fingers on your right-hand scratch at the skin on your right.

"i'll be honest, you're kind of creeping me out."

"thank you. why is he doing it?"

"my friend, scott. he's a werewolf. and so are our friends erica and boyd. and derek and his weird uncle peter-"

"the fucking hale's are back? are you kidding?" a scoff leaves you and you get up out of your chair, starting to pace back and forth in front of his chair.

"yeah, it was this whole thing with peter being evil and killing his niece, and he turned scott but scott thought it was derek who turned him. it was a whole thing. not to mention how peter came back from the dead-"

you continue to walk around the room while occasionally pausing to pay attention as the boy details the events that have happened in the past year. despite you being a stranger it felt oddly cathartic to vent about everything that had happened to him. admitting to the countless times he felt scared out of his mind but had to stay strong lest his enemies take advantage of it.

"that's a lot for a normal human to go through in just a year with no prior knowledge of the supernatural. i'm surprised your brain didn't implode from the stress."

he blinks. "thanks. i guess."

"you're welcome. i'm going to make some tea. stay here," you say, moving from standing across from him to heading to a room near the side of the room, able to faintly see some dark counters and pots and herbs hanging from the ceiling, "not like you'd be able to leave anyway."

that's reassuring, stiles thinks to himself, bouncing his leg up and down where he sits. after a minute he figures you won’t kill him horrendously if hes looks around a bit, so he gets up and starts observing the countless pictures on the walls. some are old, like the people in them are wearing outfits from a few hundred years ago, while some are colored and recent. in most of the recent ones, you’re with three older women who look just as dark but ethereal as you do.

he continues looking at some pictures and hung-up trinkets when you come back into the room with two cups of tea, handing one with a smile to the wary boy with a halfhearted promise that it’s “totally not poisoned.”

“can i ask you a question?” he asks, sipping at his tea after he discovers it’s not poisoned and actually really good. he was never really fond of tea, always preferring coffee or energy drinks when he was in a low-energy period. he remembers his mom liked chamomile tea.

“you just did. but go ahead.”

“why would you let me in here? you could have just questioned me at the willow tree, you didn’t have to let me into your house. not that i don’t like your house. i like the whole victorian gothic vibe.”

you don’t answer for a solid minute, slowly drinking from your cup as you stare into the lite fireplace.

“witches pride ourselves on our knowledge. to be aware of our abilities and surroundings at all times to best stimulate our growth. and as much as i’d like to be this powerhouse who could take down any threat, i know i’m not. if you actually were powerful and i tried to take you on myself? who knows what would happen.”

“and i’m guessing that magical barrier around the house would protect you in case i really did try anything?” he gently asks, not wanting to talk too loudly to distract you from opening up to him.

“exactly. plus if you tried anything my aunts probably would have put a curse on you and your loved ones. something not too flashy to attract attention, but enough to cause great suffering.” he notices your soft sigh when you stop talking, almost like you’re disappointed you won’t get to see this suffering play out.

“plus it’s better to know where your talents excel,” you continue, setting your cup down on a skull patterned coaster on the coffee table in front of you. “i’ve always been better at using my magic to investigate my surroundings. helps to find materials or signs of psychos roaming around.”

something you two have in common. it makes his mouth quirk up.

“so, the werewolves and all the other things being back in town, that’s a problem for you and your aunts, right?”

“yup. if it was just werewolves it’d be normal for beacon hills, but kanimas and a whole pack of alphas? who knows how much that can disrupt the natural balance and what more they’ll bring.”

he thinks over his next words carefully. scott would likely be upset at first at him for trusting you, but he was also the nicest person stiles had ever met. if you could help them then it was worth the risk.

“then how about a trade. you help us with this alpha problem, and you get the experience you need to become a great and all powerful witch. pretty soon you'll be riding your broom to your heart's content."

you can’t help but scoff a laugh as you think it over. he starts to think you’re about to reject the offer as you stare him down before you get up and offer him a hand.

“you’ve got a deal.”

after shaking on it, you send the boy back with his bag of wolfsbane and a few more helpful weeds from your greenhouse, giving him a note to give to deaton so he won’t ask too many questions.

when he returns to the vets office he dumps the materials on the operating table, ignoring isaacs joke about how if he took any longer they’d all be alpha chow by now. he can tell deaton is concerned about where he got the vials of strange red and yellow herbs, but when he reads the note his eyes widen and he lets out a mix between a laugh and a sigh. scott asked insistently what was on the note but his boss refused to tell him what it said.

before he left to drive home, deaton pulled stiles to a corner and told him that he had been in close contact with one of your aunts before something happened a few years after the hale fire that caused them to go into hiding and cut contact with all supernaturals they had previously been helping, including him as the emissary of the hale family.

as he lay in bed that night staring up at his ceiling, all he could think about was you. you were a welcome distraction from the chaos of his current life, a pretty distraction at that. if not a bit scary. which he didn't mind all that much.

the both of you spent more time together in the following weeks. at first, it was just simple conversations by the willow tree talking about the werewolf situations and checking what materials deaton needed from your family. as time went on his curiosity got the best of him and he started to ask you more questions about your life.

"so hit me if this is stupid but did you have any family in salem? or can you like make a potion ina cauldron to see if I did because I could use that as massive bargaining power in fights with issac-ow! why'd you hit me?"

"you said i could."

"yeah but not so hard. jeez, ever thought of quitting this witch thing and trying boxing."

"never thought of it. maybe i should start now. with your face."

"really funny."

(your threats kind of reminded him of derek, but had less of an 'i'm about to rip your throat out and eat your esophagus vibe.' slightly.)

but as time went on it got deeper. as he told him more about himself you started to do the same, once even apologizing for "giving off psycho killer bitch vibes" and chalking it up to being so isolated from people for most of your life. he told you he didn't mind the vibes, assuring you he liked it maybe a little too excitedly.

he could really feel the shift when one day he came up to the willow tree and he saw you, standing with a frame photo in your hands and nearly on the brink of tears. he was so shocked at seeing you show such intense emotion he wasn't watching where he was going and stepped on a branch, alarming you as your head whipped to him like a deer in headlights.

"i...im sorry. i can leave if you want."

"no no, it's," you shook your head, looking down at the photo once again. "it's fine. it doesn't matter."

"well if it's enough to make you cry id say its world ending-"

"could you just shut up? for once in your life?"

it's quiet for a minute, the only sound in the air being the gentle breeze. even thought the comment stings stiles knows all too well you're just lashing out in anger and hurt.

"im sorry."

"don't apologize. i get it, i do." he moves closer until he's standing beside you, walking slowly so he doesn't make you lash out again.

he looks down at the photo and he gets it. its you, about six or seven with a bright smile on your face and standing with two people he can tell are your parents. he can see the resemblance. you have one of their smiles and hair color, the other's nose, and by their clothes, the same dark style.

"its been over ten years. since i lost them," you whisper, your voice sounding more weak than he's ever heard it. "itd be nice if I was staying with my aunts for some sabrina the teenage witch reason but no. i don't have a choice."

he gently puts a hand on your shoulder. "i get it, i do. i lost my mom. every day i remember things about her in things i do. it hurts but its better than forgetting."

you sniff and hes about to back up when you put your hand over his on your shoulder, gripping it tightly. it hurts a bit. he doesn't really care.

"its not fair."

"its not."

"...thank you."

"don't mention it."

you give him with the materials and he's about to leave when you stop him, your hand grasping his wrist. he wants to ask whats wrong but he stops. you're staring right at him, into his soul he thinks, and all he wants is to hold you and tell you any pain he's suffered the past few years is worth it because it led him to you, that even if you asked him to sacrifice himself on an alter for a spell that would make you happy for a minute he would do it-

"this bracelet. i want you to wear it and don't take it off no matter what, all right?"

hey, that works for him.

as soon as the bracelet was clasped around his wrist he felt different. like his nerves were tingling and his brain was warm. he felt like he was going to get the most powerful migraine in existence and reached to take it off when you took his hand again.

"please. just give it a minute."

and so he did.

only thirty seconds of dull pain later and he felt normal, if not better. like when you're a kid and have the best day of your life and return home to a good meal. a nice bath, and a great night's rest. he feels almost powerful.

"hey what is this thing? did you just give me powers? is this gonna make me your servant or something?"

"bye stiles."

he gives deaton the materials after telling scott where he was ignoring the weird look on his face before the boy goes back to examining an adorable beagle on the operating table.

deaton takes the bag and bottles with an appreciative smile, his eyebrows scrunching up when he notices the jewelry on stiles wrist.

"where'd you get that bracelet?"

"uhh, i found it. at a thrift shop. thought it looked cool. why?"

deaton clearly doesn't believe him but decides to entertain stiles anyway. "the band is a normal bracelet but the charms are what makes it special. they're pagan."

"could you explain them to me? just because you know."

the vet just shakes his head and laughs before pointing to each one.

"this one, the witchs knot. standard symbol for warding off evil. its mostly used as a protection charm."

stiles admires the charm, the metal silver with the symbol burned into it. it looks like a circle with a line roped in and out of four points of it.

"this, hecates wheel. a goddess of magic, as you probably already know. symbolizes the power of knowledge and life."

this charm is a bit heavier, the stone looking weathered with a scratched labyrinth engraved on it, a distinct 'x' in the middle of it.

"and this one is..." deaton starts before his words trail off. stiles looks at it. it looks like four combined circles, each with symbols inside them. the two across from each other on the side looking like two crescent moons, the one on the top holding a basic pentagram. but he doesn't recognize the one on the bottom-two perpendicular lines forming an 'x' with little swirly lines coming from the middle on the top and bottom.

"what? what does it mean? is it bad?"

"no, it's not bad at all, stiles. the crescents and pentagram are used in another basic protection spell. more protection for the user."

"and the one on the bottom?"

"well, i don't honestly know what it is. its most likely a personal sigil made by the person who made it. but by my guess, based on others I've seen before, it might mean whoever made it has a deep love and affection for whoever they gifted the bracelet to."

stiles thought he was keeping his cool, but scott made extra sure to remind him the following days and the dumbass look on his face when deaton explained the symbol to him.

he didnt know what to do. this had to mean you felt the same way he did about you, right? why else would you gift him a love sigil on a bracelet you insisted he wear? for a second he considered it was a love spell you tried to put on him, but he was feeling iffy about that. mostly about how he wouldn't care that much.

(he apparently admitted that in a sleepy haze when he was sleeping over at scotts, and he's never wanted to die more than when he woke up and realized issac of all people heard him.)

the next time he saw you he tried as hard as he could to act casual. you asked him about ten times if he was okay, and he eventually came up with a good enough 'just a slight stomach bug' lie and regretted it immensely when you invited him back to your house, telling him you'd been practicing making simple health remedies and you had the perfect thing to fix him.

the whole walk to your house he was on edge, his palms feeling sweaty for the first time in his life as he repeatedly wiped them off on his pants. just like the first meeting, you tell him to wait on the couch and he lets out a shaky breath when you leave into the kitchen.

what does he do? does he confess? does he need to? he was so scared that he was being too obvious and maybe that's why you put the sigil on the bracelet, to let him know you returned his affections. but what is he wasn't obvious? and he was basically telling you he only liked you because you liked him? what if-

"stop staring into space and drink this tea, dummy."

he laughs awkwardly and takes the ornate cup from your hand, sniffing the tea before he drinks it. it's sweet but savory, smelling like nutmeg and milk. he can see little flakes and leaves floating on the top. he takes a sip and hums at the taste.

"screw boxing, you should be a professional chef. i'm gonna need you to give me this recipe."

"yeah right. a witch never reveals her secrets." you scoff before sitting down next to him on the couch. you put your arm up on the back and rest your head on your wrist as you cross your legs, your foot brushing against his leg. he nearly spills the tea over his lap.

he can't help but admire you. he had given you a few magazines he'd gotten from stores and stuff to better show you how people were dressing these days, and while you'd hated most of it you took to some trends, wearing a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a pair of combat boots. he tried to focus on the rips in your jeans as to not let his eyes wander up, where you were wearing a leather halter camisole with nothing underneath. he can't help but laugh in his head when he thinks of the word camisole. maybe he was spending too much time around lydia.

"stiles? seriously are you possessed or something? normally you'd be talking my ear off trying to guess exactly what ingredients i used for the tea."

he sets the cup down after taking another long sip and turns his body to you, your eyebrows raising in what he can tell is amusement. most people could easily get annoyed by his theatrics, but after your near trauma bonding at the willow tree, you had always made sure to welcome them with a smile.

"look, i have something to say. which you probably already know, but i need to say it to you anyway to make sure you really know, y'know?"

you blink. "go ahead."

he breathes in and out a few times, his previous confidence suddenly disappearing.

"let me guess, you saw the sigil and now you're going to confess your love to me?"

he goes into a near coughing fit.

"how, well thanks because now i dont have to actually say it, but if you had given me a minute-"

before he knows it you're scooting closer, your faces just a few inches apart. you're staring at him with that same look you had when you gave him the bracelet. his breath is picking up and he bites his bottom lip, your eyes darting to the motion.

"can i kiss you?"

"yes, god yes-"

your hand grips his chin and brings his lips to yours, the intensity and plushness of it nearly driving him insane. he doesn't really know what to do with his hands, settling to just keep them on his lap before your other hand brings them to your waist and squeezes them in place. at this point you're nearly on his lap and that combined with the kiss and the fact he swears he just felt your tongue poke his lip is going to be the death of him.

he pulls away from the kiss and kneads his hands on your hips, able to feel the softness of your skin on the places where the camisole lifts up.

"wow. i mean just...arent you a recluse? where'd you learn to kiss like that? have you like, conjured up clones to practice with or something."

"stiles?"

"yeah?"

"shut up and kiss me again."

"whatever you say, babe."

for the first time in his life, stiles stilinksi thinks everything is gonna work out.

ty for reading! had to tell myself to get up off my ass and write at 3am and wrote about half of this so sorry for any dialogue inconsistencies. love you bye bye.

[meidnightrain]

MEET ME IN THE AFTERGLOW❞ - gaming

summary: there’s something magical about watching the sunset from the coast of yaoguang shoal with him

warnings: reader is gn, pure fluff

notes: this is my entry for @staarri’s 100 follower + birthday event! happy birthday zira, may you have a blessed day ahead.

taglist(open): @akutasoda, @ryuryuryuyurboat, @thestarswhisper, @luvkvni, @yvnaology, @tragedy-of-commons, @rainswept

“are we there yet?” you whined for about the fifth time since you both set off from liyue harbor with GAMING, your best friend, or sorta. you weren’t too sure what you were at the moment, stuck in this tricky spot between friends and more than friends. you weren’t too brave anyway to find out what you were, in fear that you’d ruin your friendship with him.  

he slowed down for a bit, allowing you to catch up to him before continuing to walk alongside you. he’s close to you, maybe a little too close that you could feel your breath hitch at the way his fingers nearly touched yours. “almost! getting tired, are you?”  

“pfft nope.” you huffed, your lips popping at the ‘p’ as you looked away from him in mock offense.

“don’t be like that!” he pouted, pulling you closer to him until your hip bumped his. you swore it was like you were a malfunctioning ruin guard, hands covering your face that were quickly flushing an embarrassing shade of red.  

you let out a sigh of relief when you finally arrived at your destination, a little island off the coast of yaoguang shoal. you knew every part of your homeland like the back of your hand, but you’ve never been here before. he looked proud for a moment, puffing his chest like the lions he’d dance to would at the start of every performance.  

“i came across here when i ran away from home a while back.” GAMING explained slowly, grabbing your hand and dragging you with him. the sudden movement was so jarring that you were momentarily shocked, tripping over a rock in your path and nearly falling flat on your face. that was, if he hadn’t caught you by your waist.  

and time slows down for a moment, and you can see the gorgeous sunset, the sun melting into the sky, painting it into a view you’ve never seen before. the sun dancing across the sky, the fleeting colors of dusk began to fade away. the sound of water lapping at the shore calmly, like placing a kiss on the forehead of your beloved, you can picture kissing him, and you nearly fall back down again.  

you’re both stuck in this awkward position, unsure how else to move away and save yourselves from what would entail your relationship afterwards. his hands on your waist and your arms hanging around his neck, him dipping you in a position reminiscent of the final move of a waltz. the same move you’d read in a novel and squeal afterwards when the protagonist kisses his love interest.  

“i took you here because of this special place; i heard about it from the traveler and paimon.” he doesn’t catch on to the rising heat in your cheeks, your face could just blend in with the pink sky right now. you’re somewhat relieved that he could carry on with whatever he wanted to say, blatantly ignoring the position you were both stuck in.  

“for the beach? it’s a beautiful sunset.” your voice came off as squeaky, making you wince, and that voice in your ears began to wail in agony because you kept screwing up around him.  

he paused for a moment. you can hear the squawking of seagulls and the hollow tapping that came with the crabs knocking on starconches. “actually, it’s because i heard that it’s good luck for couples to come to the heart island.”  

this time you nearly fall over again, your hands slipping from him as GAMING quickly caught you and brought you back to your feet. that’s when you realised that the rocks surrounding you both were in the shape of a heart, and your pulse started to race even faster at the implications of his words. and some part of you feels so relieved that you could just lie down on the beach and just be one with the sand.

“then i hope that superstition is true,” you beamed at him, and it was his turn to be embarrassed.  

the golden sands of the beach are beautiful, and the sun gives you life, but they could never compare with the color of his eyes and the kiss you felt like you'd waited your whole life for.

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[keep-on-burnin]

See You Later • Brad Pitt

author’s note: this was requested by @stemmer14 !! she asked for a flirty moment with Brad on set, so here ya go🫶

warnings: drinking, smoking, unedited (sorry)

Becoming an actress had been your dream since you were a little girl. You loved immersing yourself into the somewhat made up world of every film you watched. So when you got wind of a new film holding auditions in your city, you couldn’t contain your excitement of this possibly being your big break.

The first day of the week long audition process, you absolutely nailed your monologue. The casting directors had even stopped you before you left the building that day to tell you how impressed they were. They said they would definitely be calling you back for a role in the movie.

The movie’s title was Ocean’s 11, a film about a man by the name of Danny Ocean recruiting eleven different people to help from all over the country to help him in robbing one of, if not the most successful casino in Las Vegas.

You had no idea who else had gotten roles, but you imagined some pretty famous actors had to be part of the cast.

About a week after your audition, you had received a phone call as promised that confirmed your role in Ocean’s 11.

You were thrilled and immediately started thinking about and developing your character.

3 months after your role was secured, you were flown out to Las Vegas to begin filming.

You arrived on set on what had to be the fifth day of filming, ready to record your first appearance in the film. This scene would picture your character sitting in a bar after a long night of working as a poker dealer in a very high-end casino. Danny Ocean’s closest colleague and long time friend Rusty Ryan convinces your character to join in on their mission to rob a casino, which just so happens to be the one you work for.

You still had no idea who was playing Rusty, but you were about to find out pretty quick.

After an hour in the make-up trailer and dressing room, you were escorted to where you would be filming your scene.

The backstage crew were running around the set, getting everything ready for the upcoming scene. You watched closely as everything happened around you. Your stomach began forming butterflies as the timing slowly came to film your scene.

Suddenly, a smooth voice greets you from behind. You whip around to shake the large hand stretched out towards you, eyes scanning up the man’s tall, toned figure to ultimately realized the hand you were asking belonged to…holy shit it’s Brad Pitt.

You swore you almost passed out. You were shaking Brad mother fucking Pitt’s hand!

“You must be playing Rachel, right?” He asked questioningly, raising his eyebrows. His hand was still in yours as you responded.

“Yeah, and you must be playing Rusty.” You concluded, smiling as your hand dropped from his.

Brad nodded and flashed you a bright warm smile.

Holy shit this is really happening you thought. Who gets the kind of opportunity to do what you’ve always dreamt of doing next to one of the hottest dudes in Hollywood? It felt like some sort of dream.

You watch the blonde in front of you bring his hand up to comb through his gelled hair as he spoke, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a scene partner this gorgeous.”

You turn your head to the side as your cheeks flamed red. You couldn’t help the huge smile the creeped onto your face, did Brad Pitt just call me gorgeous?

He softly chuckled at your response to his observation, staring daggers into the side of your face.

You decided to divert the conversation to the scene at hand, not knowing what else to say.

“So what were you thinking for this scene?” You inquire, looking back at him.

“I think there’s room for lots of improvisation, and I’m pretty sure Steven kind of wants us to just do our thing.” He answers, punctuating the end of his sentence with another heart stopping smile.

You both just stare at each other for a moment, almost like you were memorizing the exact colour of each other’s eyes.

The director calls over to you two, causing the eye contact to break.

“You guys ready?” Steven asks from behind a camera.

Brad looks at you as if to ask if you were ready. You nodded.

“Ready to rock n roll.” He responds, sauntering onto the set and taking his place on a bar stool in front of a glass of liquid that was supposed to be whiskey.

You stand out of the shot as you were supposed to start the scene by walking into the pub.

You take deep breaths with your head down, which helps you switch into your character. A moment of silence goes by after Steven asks for quiet of the set.

“Action!”

Rusty sits at the counter of the bar, running the tip of his calloused index finger around the rim of the glass placed in front of him. A cigarette hung out of his mouth, which he took a long drag of before tapping the ashes off in the ashtray beside his glass.

He senses someone walk through the entrance without even looking in the direction. The person moves to sit on the stool placed a few inches to his left, bring the smell of a sweet perfume into the vicinity.

“Just a whiskey please.” She says to the bartender, who quickly gets her a cold glass of Jack Daniels.

Rusty turns his head slightly to observe the women next to him, and boy was she beautiful.

She had shoulder length y/c/h and a shirt tight black dress, surprisingly paired with a pair of black sneakers. She brought the small glass up to her lips to take a sip.

“Converse and a cocktail dress? A very bold combo.” Rusty comments, taking a small sip of his drink.

She scoffs, “once you have to wear a pair of 4 inch heels for 5 hours straight, you’ll understand.”

The blonde man chuckles as he shakes his head. He reaches into his pocket, bring out his pack of cigarettes and handing one to the girl.

“Name’s Rusty.” He spoke.

The y/c/h girl looks questioningly at the smoke before hesitantly taking it from his fingers.

“Rachel,” she responds. “got a lighter?”

Rusty once again reaches into the same pocket to grab his lighter, handing it to her.

She thanks him quickly as she puts the cigarette in between her lips and lighting it.

Rusty watches her every move, biting his lip at the way ever red lips hold the cigarette so elegantly.

The girl, Rachel, slides the lighter back to him. She takes a long puff and blows of the smoke.

“Long day?” She asks Rusty, turning her head to meet his gaze. The crew needed one more member to make everything work, and they just couldn’t seem to find one. That day had been pretty stressful for him.

“Something like that.” He responds, taking another large gulp of his whiskey. “You too?”

“Yeah.” Is all she says, paired with a small laugh.

Rusty moves to grab the ashtray for her, setting it in between them. She smiles in thanks.

“I work at a casino.” Rachel says after a minute of silence. This peeked Rusty’s interest. Maybe this is the final member they need.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, rising his eyebrows at her asking her to continue.

“I’m a poker dealer for rich guys that come to blow their money on card games and booze.” She smiles, finishing her cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray.

“Which casino?” Rusty asks, hoping it was the one he was thinking of.

She swallow the liquor in her mouth before responding, “The Bellagio.”

Rusty couldn’t help the smirk that appeared across his lips. Fucking finally.

“Question.” He starts, waiting for a sign to continue.

“Shoot.” Rachel says, matching the smirk on Rusty’s face. She waits eagerly for the question on the tip of the blonde’s tongue.

“Would you ever,” He begins, trying to find a more discreet way to ask the question, but ultimately he decides to just stay it straight out. “Would you ever consider robbing it?” He inquires, fully prepared to divert the conversation to something else in case she questions him.

But the smirk playing on her features never fades. Rachel thinks for a second, “you’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” Rusty confirms, still anxious to see what she might say.

After several seconds of silence, she responds with a “I’m in.”

“Cut!”

And just like before, the crew scrambles around set to get ready for the next shot.

You stand up from your spot on the bar stool and walk to where you were standing g when Brad had greeted you, just to make sure you weren’t in the way.

“You were amazing.” Brad compliments you as he leans against the wall beside you.

You smile contently, turning to look up at him. Of course, he was smiling too. His blue eyes burned into your y/c/e ones, causing butterflies to once again erupt in your stomach.

The butterflies move to your chest once he grabs ahold of your for arm. Your mind is going crazy, thinking about what he will say to you next. While you were in your own head, Brad smirks at you as he asks what you never thought he would ever ask you.

“How about when we’re done here today we go get some coffee?”

But before you can really say anything back, your assistant calls you from across the set.

“Y/n, your next scene is coming up, we gotta go!”

You quickly tell her you’d be right there, turning back to Brad. His hand still had a firm grip on your arm, not letting you go until he got a clear answer to his question.

“Yeah, I would love that.” You smile softly at him. And with that, he let your arm fall from his grasp and leant down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll see you later, darlin.” He says before pushing himself off of the wall and walking to the back for a cigarette.

For the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking about the last thing he said to you. You just couldn’t wait to see him later.

I sincerely apologize for all the changes in tense😭I’m horrible at sticking to one so I hope it didn’t bother y’all too much <3 also lmk if you liked it!!

[johaerys-writes]

Hello, I hope you're having a nice evening! Are u up for a wip Wednesday tmr? If u r, do you mind sharing us some tidbits? Thank you!!

Hello! And sorry for taking so long to respond to this!! I've been working on a fun little one shot with @baejax-the-great where Menelaus is heartbroken after his break up with Helen, and Patroclus and Achilles are just trying to cheer up an old friend (their intentions are very noble and very chaste fr fr):

Patroclus and Achilles' flat isn't how Menelaus had pictured it. He didn't expect it to be so cosy and inviting, with plush rugs, and cushions and fluffy throws over the couch and the armchairs, or the soft, warm light that the space is bathed in from the many vintage-looking lamps that seem to be in every corner of the house. More than anything, he didn't expect the large framed picture over the mantelpiece: a black and white photograph of Achilles in the nude, looking over his shoulder, his back and ass on display. 

His gorgeous, muscular back and his plump and sculpted ass. His hair drifts in the wind, a playful wave falling attractively over his eyes. 

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Achilles himself asks, appearing beside Menelaus with a drink in hand. "The photoshoot was Patroclus' gift to me for our fifth anniversary."

"You should see the picture we have framed in the bedroom," Patroclus laughs, taking off his shoes. 

Achilles laughs as well; low and sultry, the sound trickling down Menelaus' spine like warm honey. "Yes," he says. "You should." He doesn’t take his eyes off him as he sips on his drink. 

Menelaus huffs an awkward laugh, joining them. His skin feels like it's on fire, and he knows it must show on his face. His cheeks are naturally ruddy; he must look like a pomegranate by now. Achilles has always been handsome, devastatingly so, and more than a little cocky about it, but Menelaus thinks this is what had appealed to him from the very beginning; what he’d refused to acknowledge all the while he's known him. Patroclus, on the other hand, is softer, sweeter, so much more human and approachable— and the fact that his eyes are the deepest, warmest honey brown Menelaus has possibly ever seen has never helped matters. His skin prickles when Patroclus comes to stand at the other side of him, hand on the small of his back. 

It all seemed so much easier in the bar. Back there, Menelaus could pretend it was all in fun; perhaps just a casual romp between old friends. It's so much more real and solid here, now that he's in their home and standing between them, wanting both of them but not knowing how to reach. He has no idea how this sort of thing is done, and his inexperience after being with the same woman for years is only one part of it. 

Achilles tosses his drink back and takes Menelaus' hand. "Why don't I show you the bedroom?"

Turns out, Menelaus doesn't have to do much thinking. 

[falling-pages]

Five Dates: Jean Kirschtein x Reader

I know I've been gone for a while, but I'm back with a story based on this post that @sparklekitteh and I brainstormed all that time ago. (Juliana, I finally wrote it!!!!!!!) Keep reading for some sweet fluff of our Jeanbo <3

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Jean Kirschtein x Fem!Reader

What to expect: mutual pining, first kiss, first dates, nervous butterflies

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Five dates.

That’s how long it took Jean Kirschtein to kiss you.

Five dates too many, in your opinion, but when retelling the stories all these years later, he insisted he had his reasons. After all, you were just kids at the time, barely old enough to drive, and he was nervous—he needed it to be perfect, or he didn’t want it at all.

And Jean was never anything short of a perfectionist.

Not kissing on the first date was understandable. He wanted to be a gentleman, and you two had gone to see the newest superhero movie, which was fine, but not exactly romantic. The dark theater and greasy leather seats didn’t make the best atmosphere for conversation, either, and it didn’t feel right to kiss you just because it was what he was “supposed” to do on a first date, anyways.

Date two’s miss was also understandable. This time it was a double date with your best friend and her partner, and though there was lots of flirty banter between you and Jean, she was your ride, and kissing you for the first time while she waited in her mom’s minivan wasn’t exactly the magical experience he was hoping to create for you.

The third date was looking up, although derailed by nature. He had planned to take you out for a coffee and a walk on the beach, but a surprise storm hit mid-stroll and drenched you both. Warming you with his jacket and a hug goodbye was the best he could do without worrying about snot or exchanging colds, until next time, at least.

As the fourth date approached, he spent more time than usual getting ready. He had booked a table at a nice restaurant—as nice as his after-school job salary could allow—and nothing was going to stop him from tasting that sweet strawberry lipgloss he had caught you reapplying so often these past weeks. Everything was going according to plan, too; you were gorgeous, and he was psyching himself up, tonight was the night….until he made the mistake of ordering garlic mashed potatoes, and the second he tasted his own afterbreath, he lost his courage.

When the fifth date rolled around and you had received no kiss, you took matters into your own hands.

From strawberry to cherry to peach, you ran through your lipgloss catalog hoping to find one he’d like. When three dates came and went without a taste, you thought maybe the color was throwing him off, so you swapped to clear for number four, only to get the same results. Maybe lipgloss was a deterrent, so for date five, you went without. If this didn’t work, you didn’t know what would.

It’s not like you had given him ample opportunity, so hopefully he hadn’t thought otherwise. When he put his arm around you at the movies, you snuggled into his side. On the double date, you went all Lady and the Tramp on a spaghetti noodle, only for him to blush and break away a few inches from your face. When his shivering hand brushed yours on the beach, you took it in yours and intertwined your fingers. Before the fourth date you doused the jacket he had loaned you in your sweetest perfume, hoping that would make an impact.

And what did you get for the doe eyes you gave him at every hello and goodbye? A forehead kiss. Not that those were bad. They were soft, and sweet, and you enjoyed them. But what you really wanted was to reciprocate, mouth-to-mouth. 

The closest he came was the fourth time you went out. You had put on your favorite dress and even borrowed a swipe of your mother’s makeup, nervous butterflies catapulting in your stomach. When you saw him, Jean was romantic, confident; as he opened the door and pulled out your chair for you, he was the picture of charm and grace. He even offered to drive you home—but when he walked you to your doorstep, he changed. He kept wiping his hands on his pants, licking his lips, avoiding your eyes. Even when you pressed to your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, he only hugged you and wished you a good night before rushing back to his car. Maybe he missed the lipgloss. 

But he did call later to ask you on a fifth date, which is how you ended up here today, feeding each other bits of ice cream curled up in the booth of a vintage soda shop you had discovered while on a walk together downtown. He had whipped cream on his nose, and his cheeks were red, and he was laughing so sweetly and you were so happy in this moment that you couldn’t contain yourself. You needed to kiss him, taste that rocky road he was devouring, put your fantasies to rest and show this dreamboat just how much you liked him.

“Close your eyes for this next one,” you said, carving out a scoop of your strawberry with your spoon. 

Jean’s forehead wrinkled, and he tipped up his chin, golden eyes guarded as he watched your face. His bemused smirk gave away his playful mistrust. “Why?”

“Can’t I just be cute?” you asked with a giggle.

“You’re always cute,” he said, “but that doesn’t mean I trust you.”

Cue the butterflies in both your stomach and his. You looked so beautiful with that blush, as pink as your ice cream, spreading across your face that when he looked at you again, and you looked at him, and you were both wondering if the other could hear your heart with how loud and fast it was beating in the gentle silence between you, he almost kissed you.

But his hands were sweaty and what if PDA made you uncomfortable and what if you actually hated rocky road and were only pretending to like it to please him because surely his mouth would taste like it and then you would hate the kiss and never go out with him again and—

“Just do it,” you whispered. “For me?”

Those devastating puppy dog eyes and the way you held out your pinky were nearly impossible to refuse, so he didn’t dare. He linked his pinky with yours and then closed his eyes, lips parted ever so slightly in preparation for your promised scoop.

But that sweet spoonful never came. Instead, what met his mouth was your own; after admiring him for a moment, you plucked up the courage to lean in and kiss him, breathe in that tasty little “hmmph” of surprise he let out before he realized what was happening and relaxed into it. His eyes opened quickly only to see yours flutter shut as you pressed closer, a chaste hunger, an innocent curiosity, pulling your hand up to his knee while his long fingers found the base of your neck and cradled the heavy weight of your head in his palm. In an instant his world shot from black to white, from darkness to day, at the simple pleasure of your lips brushing his. 

He wished he had done this weeks earlier—saying goodbye at your doorstep, on the rainy beach, with your friend watching, in the darkness of the theater. His fear didn’t matter, nor his need to make it perfect. You took the step he couldn’t, shamelessly, and he couldn’t be happier. 

Once the sparks behind his eyes died down, he pulled away to take you in. Not even his worry over his technique could shatter the illusion before him: your bright eyes looking at him like he hung the very moon, your beautiful kiss-swollen lips turned up into a sweet smile. Your hand had drifted from his leg up to cradle his jaw and was now brushing away his bangs. 

Looks like he got his taste of strawberries after all.

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DECEMBER DRABBLES — 3. Ez Reyes 🌨️

A|N: Although it’s looking like a rough start for my winter prompts this year…I’m still at it and I have to be if I’m inspired to before the energy runs out! Anyways…this may count as a drabble? I love writing fluff for EZ although that man is clearly on a dark path in this point in time. Regardless I instantly saw this one on the prompt list that I’m following and thought, “Ezekiel MFKIN Reyes!”

S/N: + GIF belongs to its rightful owner, I couldn’t exactly pinpoint who created it on google 💚 + touching on the problem of hair in the black community.

PROMPT: #17. “Have you seen my gloves? Seriously? Take them off the dog.”

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You were not off to a good start this morning.

This could be blamed on many aspects that occurred last night…the main one being binge-watching Abbott Elementary (and Sweet Life) was part of it but if anybody asked you, you’d deny it.

It was easy for you to sleep through your ten alarms but having a husband like Ezekiel Lorenzo Reyes, who enjoyed being up at the crack of ass! wouldn’t let you sleep through the fifth alarm.

He was the morning person in the marriage and you were the late-morning person, which is why you slightly thought about changing your hours. You had a successful hair salon business that you shared with your god-brother about half a hour outside of Santo Padre. The work was time-consuming but you enjoyed the idea of perfecting people’s crowns.

You happened to be one of the few accommodating hair stylists out there, having a gentle approach to the tender headed, coming in early and staying late for certain clients if needed. Being pretty fair you did not over-charge for hairstyles like these new hair stylists on the scene often did and took the time to perfect your craft. Doing hair started young for you; the love for hair and tending to your own was the beginning of a eye-opening journey once many salons made you feel demeaned  about your texture.

From begging your mom to not drag you to the salons at the age of six to learning what best works for your texture at ten was a whole new awakening for you. Your mother couldn’t do a thing with your hair and wanted it to be relaxed (just like her own) since she wouldn’t take the time or knew how to best manage it. The moment she relaxed your hair, your grandfather let her have it, shockingly. Normally most men stayed out of women’s business (if they knew what was good for them) especially when it came to hair. Your grandfather became a single father having to raise your mother all on his own, after your grandmother passed with kidney disease when your mother was fifteen.

You learned that your grandfather knew how to tend to your mother’s hair—this was something your mother did not want to share. He told you that he tried his best to encourage your mother to love what grew from her scalp just like his wife did. You’ve seen many pictures of your grandmother who always sported a gorgeous fro in every photo.

The photo you adored the most was a picture of her in her wedding dress, looking over her shoulder, light in her eyes, and a forget me not tucked into her fro.

It was beautiful how carefree she seemed, a smile always on her lips and a twinkle in her eye. That’s how you wanted to be, not only in life but with the hair on your head as well.

There were many times that you wished you got the chance to meet your grandmother. Both of your grandparents were also involved in the civil rights movement and your grandfather seemed to be the only person that didn’t mind sharing his story. You were thankful since it seemed like any conversation that you wanted to have was deemed as you talking back—words by your mother, which was a issue.

It was evident that there were deep-rooted problems with your mother that she wasn’t ready to address yet. You tried your hardest to be empathetic but also realized, thanks to your therapist, that it isn’t only your job to connect with your mother. You were healing from your own childhood trauma that she was part of and you didn’t hate her but distance was needed. Love shouldn’t be heavy, especially when it came to the woman that once held you in her womb.

And so you dealt with her verbal abuse as a kid until spending summers in Georgia with your grandfather gave you purpose. You had the idea with your grandfather at just eleven years old to cut your damaged hair off. Your grandfather did the honors of buzzing the rest off for you in the pink tile bathroom and the twinkle that appeared in your eye afterwards…matched his late wife’s.

That moment was kept a secret during your two month stay and you actually did some heads for the very first time for kids on the cul- de-sac. Your grandfather witnessed this with pride and even took you to a salon where you met a woman named Carlotta. She was welcoming and encouraging after learning that you worked on two kid’s heads that came to see her occasionally. Carlotta even let you work in the shop twice a week during your stay and once you started working on a few adults heads (a choice you did on your own after she was dealing with her own personal issues) at eleven years old? She told you had a gift and you knew your purpose.

Now you were running late to the shop, knowing you were pushing it by the time you were fumbling with your hair in the bathroom. The change in weather was making your hair dry and it was time that you did a hair mask soon. You knew your god-brother would give you a mouth-full if you didn’t take care of it before he did your first wig-install in two weeks.

Adding the right amount of oil to your hair and scalp, you combed, brushed, and decided to slick your hair into a Sade braid for the day, adding some elastics to sections of the braid to make it more fun. Once satisfied, you checked the time again as you got back into the bedroom, thankful that EZ made the bed for you and scrambled to grab your earmuffs and bag.

Your first appointment was at 8:45am and you already knew you were going to be somewhat late. Thankfully this appointment was a simple rod-set and wouldn’t take too much time to get your client done. Thudding down the steps of your bungalow, you heard your stomach rumbling and figured you’d just have to UberEATS breakfast to the shop.

Sitting on the bench, you shoved your feet into your trainers then reached for your black trench coat to place over your clothes for the workday.

“Hey. I know you’re not leaving without this.” Ez called out to you, most likely from the dining room.

Sending out a text to your god-brother, you slipped your bag onto your shoulder slightly jogging back to the dining room where your husband sat comfortably at the head of the table. Of course he looked amazing so early in the morning, snug long sleeve white-thermal shirt on, decorated with his tags and grey sweats on and his skin? We loved a moisturized king! He most likely got his pre-workout done already if he was having tea and oatmeal. Usually he only sat down for breakfast if he worked out already and didn’t need to be at the club until later that morning.

EZ looked up from his phone, his hand already held out your YETI which was filled with orange juice. “No coffee and heavy breakfast while you’re on the road. We both know how that doesn’t agree with your system. I already slipped a protein bar into your bag while you were in the shower and the real breakfast should be there by the time you get to the shop.”

“You’re a good man,” you cooed gripping Ez’s chin, his facial hair pricking your fingertips as you connected your lips.

Ez laughed into the kiss after a couple of pecks, “eh, depends who you ask mi amor.”

“I’m not asking anybody anything,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders, “I know my man.”

“Period, uh.” Ez slipped his hands beneath your trench coat to give your backside in your cozy sweats a nice squeeze.

Pointing at the man you said, “don’t ever do that again.”

Ez smiled up at you, “i promise I won’t. Have a good day sweetheart, let me know when you get there.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You kissed his lips again which made him lick his own.

“Mm, is that a brown sugar chapstick?”

“I have no idea. I just snatched whatever was in the night stand.” You breathed, stepping back from the man who simply nodded his head in understanding, “you heading to the club soon?”

“‘Round eleven or after. Gonna take Sally for a walk, nap and then head out,” EZ answered as he picked up his mug, “it’s your late day right?”

“Yes,” you sighed, “last client is coming in at five. Pray for me.”

“Always do.” Ez grinned, “I love when you do the braid by the way, allows me to see that prettiness in full.”

Having a good gulp of OJ you held out your hand to EZ, your wedding ring glistening in the dining room, which made him smile with fulfillment as he awaited your feedback, “keep treating me well and I might mess around and get pregnant with a real baby instead of a fur baby by new year’s.”

“Please tempt me with a good time.” Ez mentioned, sending a wink your way, making you groan and throw your head back.

Stomping out you yelled, “Bye, Ezekiel!”

“See you later!” Ez chuckled to himself, turning his attention back to his phone once you were out of his sight.

Thankful to have not only a loving husband and a automatic starter, that you forgot to start before Ez called you into the dining room, you flinched as your hands rested on the steering wheel. Immediately your hands went to mess with the knobs to crank the heat up, shaking your head at the brawny man for messing with the temperature in the car.

He was warm blooded and you were always cold. It was a whole debate inside of the house but in the car, you did not comprise despite the increase of gas prices. You couldn’t stand being cold and EZ knew that.

Checking the time again on the dashboard, you searched your glove department for your gloves, then the console, the backseat pockets, and the side holders in the doors but couldn’t find them. Sighing you threw the driver’s side door open again, allowing the winter air to bite at your cheeks as you jogged around your car and back to your home.

You just knew your gloves had to be on the bench and you previously overlooked them. Unlocking the door, which took a little bit of a tussle thanks to the cold, you made a mental note (that you would probably forget during the day) that you or EZ needed to use the WD-40 so neither of you didn’t experience a broken key again this winter.

Zoning in on the bench in the entry way, your eyes scanned the object and then you crouched down to the cubbies, feeling around for the gloves just to not locate them.

“Ez,” you called out, “have you seen my gloves? The Prada ones?”

Lifting your head, you spotted EZ standing down the hallway, your eyes shifting to Sally, your pitbull who had her paws resting up on his thighs, “Seriously? Take them off Sally.”

EZ smiled sheepishly at you as Sally peered over at you in annoyance. It was evident that your girl was sick of his mess too. He was a typical dog dad, taking the girl everywhere he could when he had the car, if you weren’t in the passenger seat you can only guess who was and forcing her into costumes when it was clear she didn’t care to be dressed up. He simply liked bothering your teenage fur baby, that’s all.

“I thought you’d be gone already and wouldn’t mind letting Sally borrow them on our walk,” Ez told you, while you stepped forward and held out your hands for the item.

Sighing Ez took them off Sally’s paws, who dropped them back to the wood floor and sat, watching the exchange.

“You got lucky this time, girl.” Ez pointed at Sally who just blinked and looked over at you.

“I know, he’s a real pain in the ass and if I had the time, I’d beat him up for you.” You told Sally who wagged her tail in response.

Ez huffed as he leaned over, slapping the gloves into your outstretched hands, “I just wanted to have a trial run with her since,” He whispered to you, “I got her some mitts for Christmas to protect her paws for our daily jogs and walks.”

“She’s not gonna wear them,” you shoved your hands into the gloves, “you know Sally trots to her own drum. She might even think they’re chew toys; you saw what she did to those Halloween costumes two months ago.”

Ez stretched at his brow, “have a little faith please. Maybe her favorite holiday is Christmas and she’ll be on her best behavior. We haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Her favorite holiday is sleeping and chewing shit up, then acting like she didn’t do it. It requires minimum effort on her part.”

Sally growled a bit before barking.

“I think you struck a nerve,” Ez joked, “and you might want to keep those gloves in the car if you know what’s good for you.”

Fanning your gloved hands at the two you spun on your heels, “On that note, I’m outta here. love you two, be good.”

“We love you too but…no promises.” Ez murmured as he smiled at your retreating form that began closing the front door, now putting a leash on Sally and giving her a good pet.

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Continue along with my December anthology prompts here.

[mardereads19]

Do you think that SJM put the truth teller as a bridge of connection between elain and azriel because it will show the truth about them in some moment on elain book. I think it would show the truth open a secret between their relationship like what they truly supposed to do together

First, hi @evavalentina19 ! Your name is gorgeous (assuming that’s your name)!!!

To answer your question; yes, I do think there is a chance. But mostly I think it is very symbolic of their relationship. Listen, I am a firm believer that Azriel and Elain are mates, because

The mate behavior is there. There are SO many moments. EVERY moment, I’d dare say. ESPECIALLY Acowar and Acosf.

There must be a reason why Azriel can smell elucien’s mating bond when no one but Amren could smell feysand’s after it clicked (And elucien’s already clicked, but there has been no acceptance, no union. Even Nessian’s mating bond didn’t come through until that one night. Before then, they just reeked of sex and each other.).

The whole “If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate” scene in Acowar.

And the links between elucien’s bond and spells. I won’t talk about that now, but it’s here, if you’d like to read.

And if I had to add a fifth item to that list, it’d be:

5. The truth imagery going on between elriel.

You already brought up Truth-teller, and here is a post by @daisymydaisy that amazingly explores what powers it has and even supports your theory!

If Elriel turns out not to be mates, then truth-teller could still symbolize that true love. But I think that they were always meant to find each other, as the whole “three brothers with three sisters” thing and “the cauldron chose two sisters to mate with two of those brothers, but gave the third one to another” debate. The truth imagery behind everything, especially Truth-Teller (Teller of the Truth) being the only bridge between them, when the mating bond is described as a bridge between souls, is very unsubtle!!

There is also Morrighan, whose powers are truth!

Mor is part of the equation when we discuss elriel. She was, for almost his entire life, Azriel’s love interest. And, as I’ve stated here, is still a stake in the elriel book. Even if she did not make an appearance, which I highly doubt, there still remains the question: how does he feel about her now? Is he truly over her? Yes, we might know from circumstantial evidence in acosf that he is, but ex-lovers like Greyson and un-required-pinning-afters like Azriel with Mor are still part of the story. We all want to know how and when it happened. When did Elain stop thinking about Greyson exactly? When did Azriel notice Elain in a romantic way for the first time and did he even notice that Mor had become less of an interest? So, from the get-go, Mor is tied up into this.

What makes it so interesting is the fact that Mor’s power is truth, and that she has some sort of role in elriel’s love story (be it passive or active), since she knows something both the readers and the other characters don’t know!

Mor’s powers are truth! And, honestly, that’s pretty much all we know about them. But according to the way the rest is written, I figure out Mass is only giving us bits and pieces here and there, because she fully plans on showing us Mor’s powers when it’s most convenient in the next books. I’d bet that we’ll learn some more during elriel’s book if this post is right.

We all know our seer girl is observant, but Morrighan is, too. And this scene pictures her staring at the space where Azriel used to be standing before winnowing away. Seconds before, Elain was talking about her vision.

We don’t know what Mor was thinking of, but I doubt SJM wrote her looking at that spot if it weren’t because she was observing something in Azriel. It could even be as simple as noticing how Azriel listens to Elain because he understands her—like even Feyre points out later on—or something as complicated as sensing something between him and Elain. The point is, she was staring, and we got to read about it.

By Acofas, she already knows something neither the readers nor the other characters know, but she does not interfere. And, judging by her powers, whatever she knows is true, and the conviction in her voice is a giveaway of the faith she has it will come to pass.

That convo could be regarded as a strong elucien hint, if it hadn’t been for this other one that happened before:

Here, she does not respond to the comment of Elain giving back Truth-Teller, but hums (not at all telling of something wink wink).

It was her who brought to attention how Azriel won’t give-up Truth-Teller for any of Mor’s (his all-time crush, no-one-thought-he-would-ever-get-over-he-loves-her-too-much-is-obsessed-with-would-look-at-her-with-pain-in-his-eyes-but-somehow-still-get-laid-with-secret-lovers love interest) gifted blades, but that he did give it up to Elain (who we know now is driving him wild with desire and want and he would go to a store to buy her a thoughtful gift for solstice and we have heard nothing about still having those secret lovers since he began to skip family dinners and burn calories on the gym they have above the house of wind at night to ignore how he wants flower girl instead of heading to town to find one of those secret lovers even the shadows worry for him), who at the moment, was supposed by everyone to be only Az’s high lady’s sister.

Why would Mor go out of her way to remind Feyre that Azriel did something for Elain that he wouldn’t even do for Mor? Why would SJM write that convo if she hadn’t been nudging us to remember and realize how big that scene was, too? This convo alone says “hey, look at elriel!” and so when Mor says “It’ll sort itself out. It always does” and reiterates that all of them will be happy, immediately we understand that something is afoot here including Azriel, and Mor knows about it. She knows the outcome. We know too.

Now, this is a theory, but I wonder if we will see the Veritas Orb also playing a role (like you said about truth teller) in exposing the truth of Elriel (be it them as a secret couple in Acotar 5 or their mating bond).

It belonged to Mor’s family for millennia and it carries the same truth magic. So I feel like it could tie up. I haven’t read any theories or posts on this, but if there are, I’d appreciate anyone who points it out to me so I can read!

And lastly, there is also the whole True Mates thing SJM showed us in CC2.

The wording is too precise, me thinks. And it’s another wink at mate behavior. Who went ballistic-in-the-way-only-mates-can-when-the-other-is-threatened when Elain was taken by Hybern? Who went ballistic-in-the-way-only-mates-can-when-the-other-is-threatened when Cassian said Nesta had a fight with Elain? Who went ballistic-in-the-way-only-mates-can-when-the-other-is-threatened when Nesta called Elain a snoozefest and said she was finally growing claws? (He was ready to risk it all with those shadows like snakes preparing to strike.)

Conclusion

I wrote all of that to say that yes, I think there is a chance that truth-teller might be involved with revealing the truth about Elriel and, for those of us who believe they are mates, about their mating bond.

It could be by revealing it to someone alone (like Azriel finding out somehow through it) or to a group of people or to everyone, but Truth-Teller could also just be symbolic (along with the rest I discussed above). Something else could be what exposes their relationship (like the Veritas Orb, a kiss in dramatic fashion in front of everyone when one of them barely survives in a battle of some kind, or one of them screaming “BECAUSE I LOVE THEM!” during an argument with Rhysand, etc.) No matter what, the iconic blade plays some part in their relationship. A symbol at the very least. “True love lies between these two holding me,” it’s certainly saying.

The possibilities on what exposes Elriel are endless and I only hope it is as climatic as we make it out to be in our fanfics and theories and headcanons!

Anyway, that is my take on it. Sorry to keep you waiting for a couple of days, I hope my answer was worth it!

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28/01/23-Blog 3 of 3: RSPB Radipole Lake and Lodmoor-The plants and landscape

It was captivating to see gorgeous winter heliotrope at Radipole Lake and Lodmoor today seeing loads at the latter, their splendid flowers and distinctive and fine leaves I took the third picture in this photoset of the one I saw at Radipole. What a season I’ve had for them with the ones at Lakeside, these and some by South Moor on the way there two weeks ago. I brought my macro lens today too in case at the coast some early spring flowers might be out and at Lodmoor we did see some beautiful violets with their pretty dark purple flowers and nice leaves I took the ninth picture in this photoset of one. Today I also saw; many pretty cleavers and ivy at both, daffodil shoots at Radipole and periwinkle I believe, daisy and stinking iris fruit at Lodmoor the latter shown in the tenth picture I took today in this photoset.

At both of these beautiful urban reserves it was great to take in top reedbed views on a moody day with the distant hills, fields and town blended in nicely. Alder trees, pine and others looked great as well. I took the first two, fourth showing nice reedbed reflections, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth pictures in this photoset of views here today. I enjoyed seeing the familiar Weymouth our family holiday favourite location in my childhood as we went between the reserves and the famous white horse on the way home with the Stour seen well on the way and on the way home in darkness. It was good to speak to a fair few great people and see a few lovely dogs today. Another amazing wild winter Saturday. My last two posts are about the birds seen out today and my Big Garden Birdwatch at home this morning. https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/707725418729553920/280123-blog-1-of-3-big-garden-birdwatch-the and  https://dansnaturepictures.tumblr.com/post/707727554361065472/280123-blog-2-of-3-rspb-radipole-lake-and

[hangingwithhannahinparis]

Final Exam Blog Group Posting

Stop 1-3: Norah Martin

Stop 4-6: Hannah Prost

Stop 7-9: Abby Nelson

Our “final exam” for our Paris May-term class was definitely the most fun exam any of us will ever take. Rather than a typical multiple-choice or short answer exam, our professors decided to give us a test of practical skills. They wanted to see if we had what it takes to venture all across the city- specifically by way of metro or bus- to complete a scavenger hunt. Each group was given a list of 9 stops, with each stop consisting of a set of directions.

First on the list was to snap a picture of a street sign on Rue Clovis. Rue Clovis is a street located in the 5th Arrondissement. While the street itself doesn’t have too much going on, it is located incredibly close to the Panthéon, which is a Roman-style building. Its architecture looks remarkably similar to the Panthéon in Rome, and wasn’t hard to spot. 

Next on the list was to snap a picture of the outside of the Temple of the Sibyl. While most of the group had never heard of this temple, our other group member had a bit of background knowledge about it. We approached the temple and observed the gorgeous stone facade. The site resides at the top of a craggy cliff, what looks to be hundreds of feet in the air. After a bit of research, we discovered that the jagged rock island that the temple sits on was in fact man-made. Stretching from the island to the mainland are 2 bridges, both of which are built over a body of water underneath. The temple itself is quite small, but even so it has no trouble drawing due to its beauty. 

Stop number 3 on the list was a visit to the Saint-Germain des Prés church. This church was located in the 6th Arrondissement. This church is quite tall, and stands out against the shorter, more plain buildings surrounding it. The exterior is made mainly out of stone bricks, accompanied by dark roofing. While we were only told to observe the outside, our group took the chance to venture inside the church. Here we saw the classic blue, gold, red, and white rib-like ceiling that many French churches display. Along the sides of the inside, there were gorgeous murals and statues. Upon researching this church, our group found out that this church is the oldest in Paris. It was truly amazing to be inside a building that had been built thousands of years ago, and we felt fortunate to be able to experience the church the way many generations before us have.

Our fourth stop was the Musée de l’Homme. This museum was located in the 16 arrondissement and was in a beautiful location. On the side of the museum, we were able to see the Eiffel Towel in the distance and lots of people out and about. The Musée de l’Homme is an Anthropology museum and was inaugurated in June of 1938, and founded by Paul Rivet. This museum is known for representing the evolution of humans in a biological, cultural, and social way. This building was quite large and is easy to spot when walking about this busy area. If we would’ve known this was here, we would’ve enjoyed walking around inside and learning more about our human societal history.

Next up for our fifth stop was the century-old rats at the Julien Aurouze and Co.This pest control service store was in the 1st arrondissement and was an interesting stop to see. In the window we took a few minutes to look around at the rats hanging and several different pest control products available. This was such an interesting thing to see in Paris as we were all expecting to see many more rats in the city then there actually were. This isn’t something we see very often in the United States either so it was a unique experience to see. This green building caught your eye when coming off the metro, and wasn’t hard to miss. Fun fact, this shop was featured in the Disney movie, Ratatouille, so this was a fun place to stop by and take a quick look at. Cécile and Julien are the great grandchildren of Étienne Aurouze, who was a part of the invention of the mousetrap. This shop recently celebrated their 150th anniversary, so neat to know how much history there is behind these windows in this shop.

Number six was the Pont Alexandre III bridge located between the 7-8th arrondissement. We saw this bridge on our first day in Paris, so it was fun to get to explore and go back after all the sights we have seen. This bridge was built in 1896 and is over the Seine River. This bridge connects the Left Bank to the Grand Palais, and the RIght Bank to the Petit Palais. It is one of the most important bridges in France for the architecture as well as the bronze sculpture of winged horses. It is constantly busy with people taking pictures and walking around and is a lovely place to visit and spend some time by the river. 

Stop seven in the 6th arrondissement were two paintings in the Church of Saint Sulpice. The first was “Jacob Wrestling the Angel” and the second “Heliodorus Driven from the Temple.” We got a little lost on the way to the church, but made it eventually! Like most of the older art we’ve seen on this trip, both murals have very self-explanatory titles regarding the content. The church itself was very lovely. It had romanesque style arches, but with no stars on the ceiling. Windows lined the church to allow as much light as possible in the interior. The typical cross-shaped interior was present, and the center was lined with statues.

Stop eight in the 5th arrondissement we passed in a bit of a hurry, but it was still quite lovely. A very large blue and brown mural on the side of a building. It depicted a blue tree framed by other nature on a white background. To the right of the tree the poem “L'arbre des rues” by Yves Bonnefoy was written. The title of the poem translates to “The Street Tree” and is about how a tree in the city is a little piece of sanctuary for all life, human or otherwise. I can relate a lot to this interpretation.

The last stop on our list is in the 10th arrondissement. It was the Pont tournant de la Grange aux Belles (turning bridge) that crosses the Canal St. Martin. It was a little difficult to find, as our navigation would not take us exactly there, but we just looked up the roads that met at the bridge to find it. There were a lot of Space Invader pieces in the area as well as other street art. The bridge was steep and round, and very close to a dam-like structure. The mist from the dam was certainly welcome in the heat today.

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Bambi was an ambitious step toward the artistic nature of animation that Walt had begun with Fantasia, but coupled with a strong narrative outline (it also remains the closest Disney animation ever got to the live-action True Life Adventures, which Bambi pre-empted by almost a decade). Disney’s aim of perfection even led one animator to remark that cameras might have well been taken out and real deer photographed, a sentiment echoed by the critics who had loved and laughed at Snow White and Dumbo but balked at the new film’s “wildlife illustrations”. The film didn’t do much better domestically, where critics complained that the picture was not uplifting enough.

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Due to ongoing technical finessing, the Studio’s complete dedication to Snow White, Pinocchio and Fantasia, the 1941 Cartoonists’ Strike, plus the onslaught of World War II, which led to the unexpected surprise smash of the delightful Dumbo, it seemed that Bambi kept on getting pushed back and back.įinally, the film was released as the Studio’s fifth animated feature in 1942, at a time when Disney’s foreign markets were cut off and revenue was thin. The Silly Symphony The Old Mill (found in the supplementary section of the original Platinum Edition, and thankfully carried over here if only in standard definition) was a testing ground for the highly stylised but realistic approach that Walt was striving for. Originally put into production alongside Snow White (it was always an alternative to Walt, should the animating of human figures in that film prove too ambitious at the time), the rights to Felix Salten’s story were purchased in 1936 and artwork development began immediately. Bambi, however, handles the whole original “ Circle Of Life” theme a little more subtly… Both stories feature an animal kingdom youngster, who loses a parent and must get over that fact in order to continue living their lives and find their place in the world around them. If The Little Mermaid was the next generation of Disney artists’ take on the Snow White-styled fairy-tale, Beauty And The Beast the film where they surpassed themselves technically on all levels to create a masterpiece worthy of Pinocchio and Aladdin their knockabout comedy Dumbo, then Bambi would surely rank as being looked upon as the inspiration behind The Lion King. However, we are finally due to be able to soar with Dumbo later this year, for his correct 70th anniversary year (after the rest of the world received a year-early release in early 2010), and whatever the markings – or not – on the packaging, it’s always nice to be reacquainted with Bambi, one of Walt’s most involving features. It’s a small note, to be sure, but it just seems that these landmarks seem to be rather haphazardly recognized by Disney Home Video, who often issue titles a year out of sync with any particular release date milestones. Oh deer! It seems Disney’s anniversary-marking department has dropped the ball again, and instead of delaying Bambi’s release until this time next year when it could have celebrated its 70th birthday, the film arrives in a gorgeous new high-definition release without any such distinguishing designation. Slowly, Bambi comes to realise that there is much more he has to learn, especially when he meets a young female fawn, Faline, and not least when he must come to respect his father, the Great Prince Of The Forest, and his warnings of the devastating effect of “man” in the forest… New life arrives in the woods with the birth of little deer Bambi, the new Prince of the forest, who is adopted as a friend by the lively rabbit Thumper, taking it upon himself to teach Bambi about his world.

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I have both immigration and emigration disabled, aside from telling it to replace NPCs with immigrants, which is just so I don’t get all the role sims tending booths and registers and working as mixologists looking like pudding sims. The town has been doing pretty well at keeping itself populated, and gave me a nice crop of children, which I showed off over on Carl’s board in this thread here and here. I have autonomous risky and try for baby turned on, to help keep population up and things interesting. It’s now the fifth week in the game, and I’ve been enjoying the popups from NRaas story progression and woohooer. During the game he married Gabrielle Arias and they now have a son. I used a CAS sim with the deep sea diver LTW and have been playing him. (Actually, I had the Wainwrights go to that when I plopped them in an IP save for their vacation in that chapter of Brilliant Minds.) The save works well enough to be playable, although periodically I have to reset Rubisel Ichtaca and Akoni Kahale when they become unroutable trying to go home. I put the three Supernatural rabbit holes into a small park-like lot that I placed on the main island, and I turned that one bar/hangout in town into a lounge. I converted one of the starter homes to a combination elixir shop and nerd hangout. I also put in a bunch of themed lots I found online, like a consignment shop, salon, fire station, and dive bar called the Salty Dawg. It gives me a little bit of a vicarious feeling of being on a vacation myself.Īnyway, I have a heavily altered IP starting save where I fixed some of the errors known to cause problems. Sure, the routing is insane and it’s possibly the worst world for lag, but it’s so gorgeous. So things have been going well with that save for several real life weeks.Every now and again I start up a save in Isla Paradiso because it’s such a beautiful world, and I enjoy the scenery and diving stuff. So now I'm wondering, is there any way to find out what went wrong with him that did such a number on my game? I've never had a bit of trouble from him in any game I've played in his original home world, and it took 4 sim weeks for this issue to occur in the current save, and those were all weeks when my active sim traveled extensively to the WA worlds, doing adventures and taking pictures. So when I was ready to play today, I opened that same last save, annihilated that sim with MC, then reset everything. He was a sim I had placed in the town when I started playing there, one I had made as a resident for one of my own worlds. As soon as the reset started, I got an MC notification of a script error on a sim, every time. I didn't have time to do any more with it that night, but I had noticed one thing. I actually went through the process more than just the four times I mentioned, but the same thing happened every time. I have to exit Kaspersky anti-virus to play my game, and I was pretty sure I had done so before I started playing the first part of the day, which I had had to quit before the day's end, but just in case I had missed doing so and the save was corrupted, I returned to the previous save from the day before and reset. So I started again, played to the end of the day again, saved the game, then reset, and once again, it got stuck processing. So I started from the last save, played to the end of the day again and reset again. I wasn't too concerned as things like that sometimes happen for on a one time basis. I had to use the task manager to close the game. Last night it was time for my sim-weekly town reset, but it got stuck on endless processing. On another note, I've just had some issues with resetting everything myself. I did refer her to the document on this site about improving game performance.

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I wish I knew, so I could give her some suggestions as to how to fix it. Plus she always stretches the household limit in a big way, not to mention doing everything possible to promote multiple births from every pregnancy. She tried again, and everything went well, so she plans to continue resetting her towns regularly.Īs for why her games get corrupted so easily, could it possibly be because she uses a lot of CC? Also her computer isn't the best.

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I explained to her about the graphics driver and the possibility she had chosen the wrong reset option.

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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

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The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

-

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

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[peachychxn]

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↳ pairing — hybrid!kim seungmin x gn!reader publish date — 22 . 10 . 2021 warnings — nsfw , fingering , exhibition kink , unprotected sex , breeding kink , overstimulation , cum eating summary — your puppy hybrid boyfriend takes you out on a vacation. While hiking on the mountains he decided to take you then and there on the grass out in the open. note — English is not my first language so excuse me for any mistakes :D I had to do some research for this one lol- masterlist | kinktober 2021

you and your boyfriend met like any other couple, nothing too extra ordinary or anything. But one thing you got to know later on was that your boyfriend was in fact a hybrid, half puppy half human. Yes you were quite scared when you found out about this but he was still the same and innocent seungmin he was before. His friends were the only ones who knew. You didn't leave him for that, you found it adorable how sometimes you would cuddle him in his puppy form.

"darling? are you ready?" he asks peeping from the bathroom door "yea darling I'm ready" you say as you brush your hair. "you look gorgeous but do we really need these many suitcases for a 5 day trip?" seungmin asks looking at the two heavy suitcases you have packed. "of course darling those are the necessities." you say as he sighs and picks them up to load them into the car.

you both haven't been spending enough time with each other outside as he needs to hide his fluffy ears and tail from the world. Yes he can make them disappear but it drains his energy. So you suggested the idea of a trip far away from your town. It was supposed to be a one day trip but your boyfriend here booked a hotel, got plane tickets, packed everything for a trip to the open field in Jeju island. When he told you this you were surprised as you told him a one day trip to the part or some amusement park would have been fine.

but of course seungmin wants the best for you being the kind hearted man he is, that's why you love him. You smiled seeing him in the car ready waiting for you so he could drive the two to the airport. You guys boarded on the plane and flew to Jeju taking a few buses to your hotel.

you guys unpacked and plopped down onto the bed. "what's something you want to do darling?" he askes hugging your waist while resting on the comfy bed. You liked the vibe of this hotel, it was surrounded by trees and this hotel was more like a modern cabin, comfy and cool. "hmm I really wanna visit a flower field or maybe see waterfalls and go to a park OOOHHH you know what- hiking would be fun" you giggle kissing his cheek and scratching his ears "we can do all those things, right now we should rest"

and he wasn't lying, the second day you guys went to a park and had an amazing picnic in the evening. On the third day you went sight seeing and took pictures near waterfalls and with different animals too. On the fourth day you were supposed to go out hiking but the weather was quite bad and you were right as it would have rained on you if you went hiking. So seungmin made it a little more fun and you guys had a little slumber party together in the hotel room.

the fifth day and the last day of your trip, you were happy as the weather looked much better after the light storm. The wind was blowing and it wasn't so sunny either so you and him decided to go hiking on a trail. You had a backpack with you including water and some other necessities. You both had fun as you were following a map which got you lost a few times but you had your phones if anything serious happened. He was free to let his ears and tail out as luck for you there was no one on this path.

it was a trip full of laughs. Seungmin led you to the side of a hill where you two rested. Sitting on the grass you smiled looking at the view. "thank you" you said patting his head to which he smiled "for what?" he asks tilting his head "for this puppy" you tease to which he shakes his head. "I'm not a puppy" he huffs "oh! but you are! quite literally" you laugh laying down on the grass your floral sun dress lifting up due to the wind.

"what's that" he says smirking as he caught sight of your childish underwear. "n-nothing" you say flustered covering your crotch with your hands. Seungmin rolls on top of you "that is one cute underwear baby" he says pinning you to the ground head in your neck scenting you as his.

his hand holds both your wrists with one hand while the other trails towards your legs. He feels your thighs through the sun dress as he teases you lifting it up slowly and putting it down "s-someone's gonna see us" you say bucking your hips. "let them" he says lifting your dress so your bottom half is exposed to the anyone that walks by.

swiftly he pulls your panties down rubbing your inner thigh as you moan "you like this huh? like it when you're exposed to the world?" he asks as he feels up your hole tracing his fingers around his and lightly brushing it with his fingers. "mm~ m-minnie" you moan as you feel his tail tickle your legs.

he shifts around pulling his pants half to his ankles as he pulls his boxers along with them. He plunges his fingers into your dripping hole as he pistons them in and out stretching you out for his cock. He was already big but him being a hybrid made him a lot more bigger one time almost making you cry from the stretch. "you ready?" he says as you were about to cum, "mmhm" you moan quietly looking around to see if the coast was clear "I know you like this" he chuckles and growls as he enters your tight hole.

"mm fuck puppy you're so big" you mewl as he thrusts hard and fast making you move along with him. "fuck you're so tight baby ugh" he rambles out ears twitching as he feels his high approaching "are you near?" he asks tail wagging "mhm ahh shit-" you say as you cum around him "where do you want me to cum?" he asks thrusting faster

"oh my- i-inside please puppy" you say holding onto his arms because of the overstimulation "ngh you want be to stuff my cum into you huh? gonna take it all won't you?" he talks high approaching faster at the mention of cumming inside of you.

"p-put your babies in me" you mutter approaching your second orgasm. That also was the limit for your boyfriend spilled his seed inside of you. He pulls out panting with a layer of sweat on his forehead. "that was memorable moment" he says wiping you up with the tissues in your backpack.

"I'm surprised no one heard you especially that last part" he winked. "oh shut up" you roll your eyes at him. "Lets lay here for a while before going back" he hugs your ears flopping to his sides and tail wagging happily "uhh can I have my undies back or--?" you trail off "nope, I'm keeping them" he laughs

"KIM SEUNGMIN I AM NOT GOING BACK WITH NO UNDERWEAR"