#we both get really caught up in the flow the other person sets in the argument and lose focus haaaah......

[isekyaaa]

k*veh's habit of self-sabotage when it comes to money and time is actually very relatable haha

[reivrze]

OH, SAY IT DITTO ♡

pairing. popular!jungwon x shy!reader

genre. highschool!au, fluff, reader has a huge crush on jungwon

word count. 0.8k

warning. none

a/n. this was inspired by the song "ditto" by new jeans :) the ending was kinda rushed lmao sorry, hope you guys enjoy ! reposts are immensely appreciated as they help my works get recommended, reblogs help the algorithms so thank you for all those who take time to repost my work ♡

exam season had come around at a rapid pace, and your free days now consisted of little solo dates at the library going over the notes you had taken in class. this morning was like every wednesday morning except your first two classes had been cancelled, and you had decided to take a little trip down to the library to occupy your free time.

as you entered the library, you greeted the woman sitting at the front desk, having been here so many times in the past few weeks that you had gotten to know several of the staff. getting closer to your usual table, you stopped suddenly seeing an unfamiliar presence sitting in your chair. trying to get a closer look, you sneaked behind the bookshelves, peeking out to see who was the mysterious person. your face flushed a bright red the minute you realized that the person was no one other than yang jungwon. the boy you had been admiring for the past ten years.

you had first met jungwon went you were eight in elementary. he had been the new kid, causing quite a stir amongst the students, his extroverted and hypersocial personality gaining him new friends almost every day. his arrival had awoken something new, he had given you your first experience of having a crush and boy did you not expect this crush to stick for as long as it had. how could you not fall in love with someone with such a boy-ish vibe and adorable smile ?

now here you are, staring at him through the bookshelves, debating on if you should just leave and come back later or try to find another seat. if you had the confidence, you would've gone sit at the same table as him, but unfortunately for you, that wasn't the case. letting your mind get stuck in this trance as you watched him read one of his textbooks, you hadn't noticed him lift his head up, his eyes catching yours amongst the books.

blinking out of your little daydream, your breath caught in your throat as you realized you were directly making eye contact with jungwon, his eyes curious as to why you were looking at him from afar. you felt a jolt of surprise course through your body, momentarily freezing you in place. caught in the act of observing him from behind the bookshelves, you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. however, instead of turning away or pretending nothing happened, jungwon's expression softened into a warm smile.

breaking the spell of shyness that held you captive, jungwon motioned for you to come closer. with a mix of hesitation and excitement, you cautiously emerged from your hiding spot, making your way towards the table where he sat. as you approached, he slid his books to the side, clearing a space for you to join him.

"Hey, I noticed you peeking at me from over there," jungwon said playfully, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. "Want to sit with me? We can study together."

"Oh.. Sure" you offered him a little smile that he was quick to reciprocate. jungwon had felt comfortable enough during the time that you guys had spent together, going over the last chapter the teacher had gone over. the conversation seemed to flow with ease, you'd steal glances once in a while, not quite believing that you were actually sitting face-to-face with the boy you had dreamt about all those years.

as time passed, you found yourself really setting in the comfort of his presence, some part of you wondering if this comfort was simply rooted in jungwon's social personality or was it really that you two had easily connected. the time to go was nearing and both of you had started to pack up your belongings, your heart sank a little at the knowledge that this might be a one-time thing. just as you were getting to say goodbye and make your way to class, jungwon grabbed your wrist, turning you back around.

"Hold up- This might sound random considering this was our first interaction but I understood my lesson so much better with this one-hour study session than what I've learnt all semester and if you want, we can meet here tomorrow again after classes. you're fun to talk to and quite cute" he chuckled the last part, trying to ease any discomfort you might be feeling.

your mind went blank. you had never, in a million years, expected him to ask to meet you again. slightly overjoyed, you eagerly blurted out a yes. jungwon laughing at your surprised face at your own self. and just like that, you guys had planned your first little date, unknown to both of you that years down the line you'd still be a prominent part of each other's life.

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[lesbiankimdahyun]

new match, pt. iii

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CW: A/B/O dynamics, GP, starting off vanilla bc we have to start with a foundation of TRUST 

[Sub!A!Mina x O!Reader] 

The more time you spent with Mina, the more you saw of her genuine personality— who she really was in private. And it turned out that she was just as shy as she appeared from afar. As a result, you’d grown accustomed to speaking up for the both of you at restaurants and cafes when you went out. Mina seemed comfortable following your lead, taking your suggestions for what to try off the menu, and deferring to you when deciding whether to sit indoors or out. 

One night, you came over to cook dinner with her. It was the first time the two of you were alone in a more intimate setting together. Mina helped, but she liked watching you make cocktails for the two of you a lot more. She also clearly enjoyed watching you cook for her in her kitchen; that you didn’t mind coming in and taking over the space to cook.  

When you noticed she was watching you as you chopped vegetables, you stopped. 

“I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. “I’m not letting you help with much, am I?” 

Mina shook her head, a soft smile on her face. “I don’t mind,” she said. “I kinda like it.” 

Skeptical, your eyebrows went up. “But then I’m not including you on what we drink or how spicy dinner’s going to be. Or what if you actually hated all of my vegetable choices for tonight and here I am making you eat them!” 

Mina laughed. “I’m not as picky as Soyeon when it comes to vegetables.” Your cheeks burned at the mention of Soyeon, but Mina continued. “I mean it, I really don’t mind,” she said. “And you look good doing it. I’d prefer it be that way, anyway.”  

There was so much to take in from Mina’s comments that you couldn’t even reply. While you turned off the stove and rinsed your hands off one last time, Mina set plates on the counter. While you started dividing the meal between the two of you, she grabbed two sets of cutlery and chopsticks out from a drawer.  

Mina really was a unique Alpha. And if she was into kitchen tops— you froze for a moment, stealing a glance at her. Maybe it was too soon for wishful thinking, but maybe, just maybe Mina would be open to other kinds of tops, too. 

That last thought gave you butterflies: getting to push all of Mina’s buttons and making her lose her collected, quiet facade. You wondered what she looked like when she was turned on. Was she still shy when she was rutting? Had she ever…begged? 

You nearly dropped the plates of hot food as you went to set them down on her table. 

“Sorry!” you said quickly. 

Normally conversation flowed easily between the two of you, but you were almost as quiet as she was. You watched her mouth move as she ate, eyes moving up from the beauty marks near her lips up to the one on the bridge of her nose. 

“Y/N?” the Alpha was suddenly looking at you, concerned. 

“Huh?”

“I said are you okay? You were kind of zoned out.”

You blinked. “Oh! Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, quickly reaching for your drink. 

“What were you thinking about?” 

You nearly choked. “Uh,” you stalled, trying to think of anything, literally anything besides Mina and rutting. 

You took a second too long to pause. Now you couldn’t lie—  it would be obvious. So instead, you truthfully stumbled over all of the words that came out of your mouth next. 

“You,” you said. “And what you said earlier. About me cooking and you preferring…” you trailed off. 

Mina’s eyes widened a little, but she just nodded, taking her time with her next bite of food.

You couldn’t help but try to fill the nervous silence. “It just caught me off guard. But not in a bad way!” you laughed a little. “Most Alphas I’ve known want to be in charge all the time. It’s—”

“I know my personality probably isn’t quite like what you’re used to—“ Mina started. 

“No, no!” you interrupted quickly. “I mean, yes, but it’s nice,” you said. 

Mina hummed in response. She seemed surprised. 

“Can I ask what you like about…” you prayed to god she was picking up on what you were trying to ask. “Like, you’d rather someone else decide what’s for dinner?”

“Absolutely,” Mina replied. You could tell she was studying you, choosing her words carefully. “I like people who know what they want.” 

“Why?” You cursed internally for asking so fast. You worried Mina was going to be kicking you out soon just like Soyeon did. 

Mina blushed, letting out a shy laugh. “I don’t know. Alphas are always viewed as the ones with all the power, the ones who should be making big decisions for them and their Omegas. But I don’t want it— that power,” she said. “I find it mesmerizing when Omegas realize they have power just like Alphas do.” 

“What do you mean?” you were literally leaning in now to listen to her, dinner remnants abandoned. 

Mina shrugged. “Think about it,” she said. “At the end of the day, it’s the Omegas that have what we– what Alphas want. Their attention. And–” Mina’s voice got a little softer, suddenly shy again. “To…I mean, we rut, of course so we want them in that way, too. We try so hard to get their attention, and once we have it, we can be so possessive over them. It should be the other way around, though, Omegas shouldn’t be the ones begging for Alphas to–” she paused. “But I know most Omegas really like take-charge Alphas.” 

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Most, I guess,” you said, reaching to grab your now empty plate, “but definitely not all.” 

You started clearing dishes and collecting utensils to bring over to the sink when you stopped suddenly and turned around. You turned back to Mina. 

“Wait on the couch for me?” you asked. It was a test. A small one, but a test nonetheless and both of you knew it. You were curious, wanting to get a feel for just how submissive the Alpha might be. 

Mina bit back a smile and got up. “Sure,” she said. She turned to look back at you before leaving the kitchen, a brief, curious glance. 

You took your time washing up, wiping down her kitchen before finally going back to Mina in her living room. You sat down next to her wordlessly, taking in her scent while she undoubtedly took in yours. There was tension now. You could feel it. You were hyper-aware of your arm brushing up against Mina’s– how soft her hair looked, how her scent was becoming slightly stronger. 

You can’t remember if she asked you or you asked her about kissing, but suddenly it was happening and you felt like you were going to burst into flames, your desire was so strong. 

Mina’s lips were soft and light. Even when kissing, she was shy at first. But as you continued to make out, slow and shy became less bashful and more sensual. Your hands found their way into her hair, then down her neck and shoulders. 

With a bit of help from Mina, you shifted into her lap and straddled her. You were still kissing her when you went to sit in her lap. And as soon as you sat, you felt it. 

You’d made the Alpha hard. Very hard. 

The older girl broke the kiss, stifling a groan.  

Her scent, you realized, was everywhere now. You got wet almost instantly, adding your scent to mix in with hers. 

You looked at each other for a moment before you hastily got off of her lap. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. “We totally don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” You moved away slightly, giving her a little space. “And you can kick me out if you’d rather take care of it alone. Otherwise, I’m more than willing to…” you glanced down, unable to resist a peek. “...help,” you finished. 

Mina licked her lips while she thought. She looked you over slowly, subtly reminding you of her Alpha status. There was always something about the way Alphas did that– looking at you with a sort of hunger in their eyes. You rarely felt like an Omega outside of your heat, but that look? You lowered your eyes instinctively. 

Normally, Mina would have said no. She would have been too shy to let you continue. But she was just as curious about you as you were about her. She nodded. “Okay,” she said, eyeing your mouth. 

You felt like you were going to explode. You had to remind yourself to breathe as you leaned in to kiss her again, your hand working its way up her thigh. You deepened the kiss, cupping her bulge lightly. 

“Ah,” Mina broke away from your lips for a moment to watch your hand gently rub her over her clothes. 

“May I?” you asked softly, your hand moving toward the zipper on her pants, and she nodded again. 

In a few quick movements, Mina’s pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. Her eyes were wide as she watched you, her breathing a little shallower. 

“Is this still okay?” you asked, hand hovering over her boxers. 

“Yes,” Mina breathed. 

Fishing her cock out, you let out a little moan as you started to pump her length in your hand. Mina was even bigger than she looked. Her scent hit you hard now, making you swoon a little. 

You moved down onto the floor, placing yourself between her legs. After helping Mina out of her pants and boxers, you turned your attention back to her stiff cock. Kneeling in front of her, you gently kissed her tip. 

Mina’s heart pounded in her chest. It had been a long time since she’d let anyone touch her. You hadn’t even done anything yet and already she felt like she could cum. 

With her permission, you kissed your way up her length, starting from the base. Then, slowly, you took her into your mouth. 

The Alpha moaned, her head tilting back and eyes closing for a moment. Her fingers curled into the couch a bit. 

Your tongue swirled over the tip, coaxing her to let more of her length fill your mouth and slide into your throat. You took as much of her in as you could, and what didn’t fit in your mouth, you teased with your hand. 

Everything you did felt like heaven to her, and Mina whimpered in response. 

You paused for a moment, watching her. “Does that feel good?” you asked. She nodded. 

In one swift motion, then you took one of her hands and guided it through your hair, to the back of your head. 

“Show me what you like,” you said. “Let me make you feel good.” 

Mina’s cock twitched at that, and she nodded, guiding your head back down. You went back to work, bobbing on her length. Mina’s grip was light at first, but soon her fingers had a tighter hold on your hair and she pulled you further down on her cock, nearly making you gag. 

You moaned as she began to fuck up into your throat, holding you still as she used you, her hips thrusting swiftly. 

“Y/N,” she rasped. She was closer to coming than she thought. She released you suddenly, hips stilling. “I-, sorry, i-is it okay if I, um–” 

You smiled, catching your breath. “You really are shy, how cute. Yes, you can cum in my mouth if you want.” 

It was all the Alpha needed for encouragement. With a light groan, Mina snaked her hand back through your hair, bringing her cock to your lips once again. 

It didn’t take long before you felt her thighs tense and her breathing become a little uneven. 

“Y-Y/N,” she said breathlessly, “Fuck, I’m going to…” 

Panting a little, the Alpha released her load into your mouth. She threw her head back and moaned as you swallowed everything she had to give. Greedily, you licked her clean before finally coming up for air yourself. 

Mina was blushing furiously when you looked up at her, a sheepish smile on her face. 

Smirking a little, you licked your lips. “Can I do that again sometime?” 

[shuastars]

in the blink of an eye

songs : fallin’ flower by seventeen, 10,000 hours by dan + shay, justin bieber

word count : 1,03k

the sun was setting over the han river, casting a golden glow over seoul. the spring breeze carried the scent of blooming cherry blossoms, and the city was alive with the gentle hum of evening activity. the perfect backdrop for a serendipitous encounter.

you took a deep breath as you strolled along the han river, taking in the picturesque scenery. it had been a long day, and you decided to unwind by immersing yourself in the beauty of the moment. you adjusted your camera strap on your shoulder, hoping to capture some beautiful shots of the sunset.

as you framed a particularly stunning shot, a sudden gust of wind caused the petals of a nearby cherry blossom tree to flutter around you like confetti. you smiled, entranced by the natural display, and snapped a few photos. lowering your camera, you noticed a figure standing a little way off, similarly captivated by the scene.

he was leaning against a railing, a small smile playing on his lips as he observed the river. his profile was striking — sharp jawline, soft yet intense eyes, and an air of contemplation that drew you in. you blinked, feeling a sudden, inexplicable pull towards him. it was as of the world had narrowed down to this one moment, and this one person.

unbeknownst to you, jihoon had been taking a rare moment from himself, away from the hustle and bustle of his idol life. the serene beauty of the han river was a perfect escape. as he watched the sunset, he caught a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye. you were standing there, bathed in the golden light, looking through your camera lens with such focus and joy. something about made his heart skip a beat.

he watched as you adjusted your position, trying to get the perfect shot of the cherry blossoms. when a particularly strong gust of wind blew, sending a cascade of petals into the air, you laughed softly, your joy so pure and genuine. it was infectious, and jihoon found himself smiling too, drawn to the sound of your laughter.

you lowered your camera and noticed him watching you. for a moment, your eyes met, and time seemed to stand still. there was an undeniable connection, a spark that neither of you could ignore. feeling a little bold, you decided to walk over.

“hi,” you said, your voice surprisingly steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. “it’s beautiful here, isn’t it ?”

jihoon nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “it is. you seem to really enjoy photography.”

you smiled, holding up your camera. “it’s my way of capturing moments like these. the world is full of beauty, and i love preserving it.”

he glanced at your camera, then back at you. “mind if i see some of your shots ?”

you hesitated for a moment but then handed him the camera. jihoon scrolled through the photos, genuinely impressed by your talent. “these are amazing. you have a great eye.”

blushing at the compliment, you thanked him. “i’m glad you think so. photography is more than a hobby for me ; it’s a passion.”

jihoon handed the camera back, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. the touch sent a jolt of electricity through you both. “i’m jihoon, by the way.”

“i’m yn,” you replied, smiling. “it’s nice to meet you.”

you spent the next hour talking and walking along the riverbank. conversation flowed effortlessly, and you discovered a shared love for music and art. the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common. it felt like you’d known each other for much longer than just a few hours.

as the sky darkened and the city lights began to twinkle, you both reluctantly acknowledged it was time to part ways. jihoon looked at you, his eyes soft and sincere. “i had a really great time tonight.”

“me too,” you admitted. “it was…unexpected but wonderful.”

he smiled, that same small, captivating smile you first noticed. “can i see you again ? maybe we can explore more of the city’s beautiful spots together.”

your heart soared at his words. “i’d like that very much.”

exchanging phone numbers, you both felt a sense of anticipation and excitement for what was to come. as you walked away, you couldn’t help but glance back, seeing jihoon doing the same. it was in that moment you knew : this was just the beginning of something truly special.

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[theresthesnitch]

If the face fits

Jily meet cute! ....well, this might be a meet ugly, but it's all I can think of. Based on a video I saw a while back, and I'll try to post it if I find it again. NSFW below the cut.

Lily hates the first day at a new gym. 

Trying out a new gym is always a bit uncomfortable. There are rules and expectations that are common across every gym, of course, but each one has its own culture that you really can’t know until you walk in the door. What is the flow around the equipment? What is the acceptable time on a machine? Where is the best vantage point to check out the gym hotties?

Lily despises walking in without knowing what to expect, but she and Mary moved to this city a month ago, and running outside is only going to get her by for so long. She needs some actual gym equipment. So, she’s braving gym visits. 

This one, Marauders Fitness (“We solemnly swear to get you swole!”) caught her eye. It’s run by four guys, each of whom are sexy in that sweaty-abs-on-display sort of way, if you’re someone who is into that sort of thing. (Lily… Lily was into that sort of thing). They offered a three-day visit pass, and this is Lily’s first day. 

She is already feeling the distinct exhaustion in her underused muscle, knowing that she’ll be deliciously sore tomorrow. All she needs is to lift some weights, and she’ll be done. 

She pulls out her phone to text Mary, who is stuck at work, as she sits down on the weight bench. Only, she doesn’t actually sit on the bench. 

Lily turns to look and jumps up again, just in time to see a guy with messy hair sit up from where he had laid down on the bench. “Oh, oh my god. I’m so–” 

She turns and runs. There’s really no other solution now, right? As much as she liked this gym, she can never, ever return. She honestly debates leaving her bag in the locker room, until she realizes her keys are in there, and she doubles back for it. 

“Hey, wait a minute!” 

She turns to see Mr. Messy Hair coming after her, jogging to catch up. “Nope, sorry. I have, um, an urgent appointment somewhere else. Across town. I have to go.” 

“You can’t go yet,” he says, walking beside her as she continues toward the locker room. 

“Yes, I can. Can’t be helped, must go.” She tries to walk a little faster, but this guy is tall and his long legs take big strides. 

“Well, before you run out, at least give me your name and number.” He looks down at her with a smirk, and she pretends it doesn’t make her stomach swoop. “You wouldn’t just sit on my face and run, would you?”

Lily groans. “You did not just use that line.” 

He laughs, and it’s such a full, happy sound. “It’s terrible, I know, but you can’t blame me. It’s like a once in a lifetime kind of a line.” 

“Listen, about that, I’m really sorry–” 

“NOPE!” He smiles as he cuts her off. “You don’t get to apologize for that. I think we were both a little at fault for that one, so if you apologize, I’m going to have to apologize, then you’ll think you have to apologize, and we’ll be stuck in a playback loop.” 

Lily scoffs. “Maybe, but only one of us sat on the other’s face.” 

“You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He crosses his arms over his chest, a playful tug to his lips. 

“Say what?”

He leans in, like he’s sharing a secret. “I really didn’t mind it that much.” 

Lily feels herself flush. “I really have to go.” 

“No, come on. You didn’t even finish your workout!” He gestures back at the gym. “Why don’t you finish? I can help if you want.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “Was that another double entendre?” 

His eyes go wide. “No. I mean, not intentionally. I just meant–” He sighs. “At least tell me you’ll come back?” 

Lily laughs, and there’s a hysterical note to it. “No, absolutely not.” 

“What if I throw in free personal trainer services?” 

She glares at him. “Do these services involve you laying on my weight bench?”

“No, I promise.” He waves over her shoulder. “I’ll even set it up with Sirius so you don’t have to deal with me.” 

She looks over her shoulder at three guys who are still standing by The Weight Bench (an incident like that deserves a Proper Title), grinning like they enjoy watching this train wreck. One of them–Sirius, presumably–waves back.

It’s only then that the realization lands hard in her stomach. She’s seen this guy before. All of them. “Oh my god. You’re the owner?” She walks past him, a bit in a daze. “I just sat on the gym owner’s face.” 

“It was a new experience for me, too.” He follows her as she walks back toward the locker room. “I’m James, by the way.” 

“Lily,” she says, but she’s hardly paying attention. 

“Are you still going to leave, Lily?”

A hysterical bubble of laughter pops out. “I should. I should move all the way back to my parents’ house and climb under my Barbie blanket and just give up.” 

“You could,” James says. “Or there’s another option and–I might be a bit biased, but I think it’s a better option.” 

���What’s that?” she asks, turning to face him. 

“Go on a date with me?” He’s really very cute when he smiles, glasses a little lopsided (that might be her fault) and a crooked grin. He holds his hands up in surrender. “Face sitting optional.” 

Lily laughs. She can’t help it; it’s just the most ridiculous thing to ever happen in her life. She holds up a finger. “One condition.” 

“Anything,” he says. 

“Please stop mentioning face sitting.” 

[wildemaven]

One Last Try

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

W/C: 1829

Warnings: 18+; Mentions of food and alcohol, heartbrake, low self worth, angst

A/N: This was written for @wildemaven-prompts Week 4 prompt. I’ve been wanting to write for Dave and this seemed like a good way to start. I was going to do fluff but for the sake of anti-valentines it’s all angst baby!! Hopefully it reads well cause I tried to bust this out today to focus on some other things this next week. Not beta’d as usual!

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“Can I bring you two the dessert menu? We have some Sweetheart Valentine’s Day Specials.”

The poor waiter is just doing his job, but he can see the the pained look in your eyes as he asks, knowing a list of sweet indulgences is the last thing you want to subject yourself to this evening.

You look at the man across from you, absorbed in yet another phone call— fifth one since your date started. He’s kicked back in his seat, head nodding in between every other sentence that he directs into the one thing he promised he would leave on silent— wishful thinking on your part.

“Dave? Did you want to order—“ You begin to ask.

He slightly pulls the phone away, hand coming up to cup the receiver as he looks between you and the waiter. “Babe, I’m on an important phone call. Just let her order whatever she wants.” He says as he waves a finger around the menu items then dives back into his conversation, apologizing for the interruption.

It takes everything in you to not break on the spot. The ache in your chest settling in for the evening, it’s nagging weight weaving through your rib cage as it plunges deep into your soul.

“I think we’re good. If you could bring the check that would be great.” Trying your best to blink away the tears threatening to break.

The sympathetic waiter can see you’re struggling to maintain your composure and agrees to bring back the check swiftly.

The pain continues to fester as the minutes tick by. You knew this night would go this way and yet you still hoped for a better outcome— you blame yourself for expecting a semi romantic dinner.

*

Dave was charming from the get go, set up by a close friend who said he was a great guy and had all the qualities you looked for in a partner.

You had fallen for him almost instantly and really enjoyed his company.

He was a great dad to his two girls and had a great relationship with their mother as well— something you don’t see often.

You admired his work ethic as well as his dedication to making an effort for his personal life, you included.

It’s been close to a year since you started dating and you wish you could say things were still as good as they were in the beginning.

You felt less and less like a priority in his life and more of a responsibility to tend to.

You tried to be understanding with how busy he was with his job, you being career oriented yourself. As time went on, plans and dates were brush off for after hour meetings and trips that took away for weeks at a time. Your actual time spent together was few and far between.

Your dreams of a life with a Dave slowly became dismal and you feared the worst was coming, it was just a matter of time before your heart was to be broken yet again by a failed relationship.

But when Dave arranged a date for you both on Valentine’s Day, you saw it as a sign to reconnect and get back those feelings you once shared with him.

And it started that way. You both were so wrapped up in each others company, as you enjoyed your appetizers and drinks. The conversation was light, but it flowed with ease as you caught up on each other. The butterflies you once felt slowly beginning to flutter about within.

You couldn’t help but admire how handsome he was, the candle lighting accentuated his beautiful face and his smile was something you’d missed being on the receiving end of.

His little touches were electric and fueled your yearning for more of him— each brush of his fingers against yours and the soft rub of his foot against your bare calf, it was hard to contain the burning sensation that was building inside of you.

It was when you were mid conversation, sharing about a possible promotion at work, you were interrupted by the incessant buzzing coming from Dave’s jacket. You stared at him blankly for a moment but he seemed to act like he hadn’t heard it.

“Anyways, so my boss said if the numbers pan out over the next quarter then he would like to see about—“

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

“Just one second Honey, it’s probably just the office. I’ll be quick.” His words drifted over the table as he pulled his phone from his pocket and answered in his stern but professional tone. “York speaking.”

You instantly sulked back into your chair, it was only the beginning of the date and he’d already broke the one request you’d asked of him— no work calls.

“Sorry about that, they needed to get my approval on some things.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure it was important.” You forced a smile at him, masking the hurt that was beginning to overwhelm you.

You were finishing your glass of wine as the waiter brought out the main dishes when Dave’s phone began to vibrate again. He didn’t even bother to ask you if he could take it this time, instantly answering it without a thought.

You sat in silence as you picked at your food, finding your appetite had left at some point since his second phone call. The waiter pouring you another glass of wine, you didn’t even bothering to tell him no.

“Well, I want those reports on my desk by morning, I don’t care if you have to stay all night. Talk to you tomorrow.” He ends the call and places the phone down on the table this time, ready for the next round of calls at a moments notice.

“Sorry about that Babe. Seems they can’t handle things with out something getting fucked up along the way.” He apologizes as begins to slice into his now cold steak.

“Hmm.” Is all you can seem to muster in response, as you gnaw at your lips to avoid the look of disappointment that’s settling into your features.

“Everything alright? You seem awfully quiet tonight.”

“I’m fine Dave. Perfectly fine.” Another forced smile as you take another sip of your drink.

Before he’s even managed to finish his plate he’s already answered his phone three more times, this last call being the longest of them.

You can’t help but look around the restaurant to see each table filled with so much love and happiness. So many couples so engrossed with each other and so much joy written plainly on their faces. It feels like to much and you need to get as far away from this place as you can.

*

The waiter brings the check and it goes unnoticed by Dave, you’re not surprised at this point.

You grab your credit card from your clutch and place it in the guest check holder then hand it to the waiter who’s been waiting patiently.

You finish off your glass of wine by the time he comes back with the receipt for you to sign, which had given you enough time to muster up enough courage to do what you’re about to do.

Dave still consumed by whom ever is on the other line doesn’t see you grab for your bag as you scoot your chair back to stand. Letting your frame adjust to the heels you wore and smoothing out the silk shift dress draped over your body, you give him one last chance to acknowledge you— unfortunately it doesn’t happen.

*

You’d made your way back to your townhouse after leaving Dave at the restaurant, eager to wash the disappointment off of you and relax the rest of the evening.

Takeout called into your favorite pizza spot, a chilled bottle of sparkling wine uncorked and poured into a fluted glass as you shed your heels and dress waiting for your tub to fill.

You catch your reflection in the mirror, your eyes slightly puffy from the tears you finally let fall as you were leaving the restaurant, the sea of eyes watching as you made your way out the front door.

You didn’t want to believe that tonight was the beginning of the end when you had made your way to meet Dave earlier. There was that small sliver of hope you were holding tight to, that maybe he would see how much you were fighting for this relationship and how much you loved him.

But ultimately you already knew deep down that you would be leaving alone and that you were once again not a priority anymore.

*

Some angsty song blares through your phone sitting on the bathroom counter, it’s hitting you hard as you sink into the warm bubbles, the water already helping ease the pain surging through you.

The box of pizza within reach as you get lost in your head, reminiscing over the past year and preparing yourself for the heartbreak you will endure for the weeks to come.

The ringing of your phone jolts you from your thoughts, you already know who it is as let it go to voicemail.

You’ve already made up your mind and know the minute you hear his voice, you’d cave and believe him when he says he’ll try harder to be present— you know this because he’s said it only a few short months ago and you believed him then.

Your sudsy hand reaches for your phone, deciding to subject yourself to whatever he’s decided to say.

“Babe… I-I’m so fucking sorry. I got so caught up in work, I-I didn’t see the how it was affecting us— you. I know nothing I say right now is going to make you see how sorry I am for not seeing the pain I’ve caused you. I just want to let you know that I love you and I’m hoping you can forgive me, again. Please let me know you’re okay. Bye”

You’re not sure you’ll ever get use to this feeling. It’s overwhelming and empty at the same time.

You listen to his message a few more times once you’ve dried yourself off and settled into bed, your sheets enveloping your tired body wishing the warmth from Dave’s was surrounding you. His voice is laced with guilt and worry, replaying it again a few more times, knowing it’s the last time you’ll hearing it for awhile.

You can’t bare talking to him right now but manage to find the courage to send a text to before you drift off to sleep.

-Hey. I’m home and I’m safe. I appreciate your apology, I just need to be by myself right now. I don’t know what this means for us going forward but I can’t keep going like this anymore. Maybe we can take some time apart and see if us together is truly what we want and go from there. I love you Dave. We’ll talk soon. -

Alternate Endings

[jhkfan123]

enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 3

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✦iii.

A/N: this chapter is actually so rushed but chapter four is *chef's kiss* so i'm allowing myself to publish this. 

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today was the day. no, not the day of rachels party. the day of your actors on actors interview. you were doing it alongside jenna ortega, who, while a bit younger than you, seemed to have a similar career. you were so excited. you had never met her before.  you picked out your outfit, with the help of your stylist. you decided on a pair of black slacks, and a white sleeveless, corset top. a black belt with a gold buckle. bangles on your arms, and a gorgeous necklace stack. your hair was done nicely. 

when you arrived on set, you were taken to meet all the behind-the-scenes crew. in front of you was a blank room, with two dark emerald chairs, and a table slightly off to the side. jenna hadn't seemed to arrived yet. you weren't really sure where to go. after meeting everyone, you were told that you had to go sit down in your chair. you were specifically directed to sit in the chair on the right side. when you sat down, you sunk into the chair. you adjusted your posture slightly. for a while, you just sat there until you finally caught sight of jenna ortega. she wore a white flowy long sleeve that was slightly transparent, as you could see her black top underneath. on the bottom, she wore plaid pants and high heels. you stood up to give her a handshake. 

"hi, its nice to meet you. i'm jenna". she took your hand and shook it. 

"hi! im y/n. lovely to meet you." you responded. she took her seat in the open seat across from you.  

"alright guys so i'll tell you what's going to happen. so first you guys are just going to have your conversation, and then we will do some photos around the set, ok?" you looked around for where the voice was coming from, and eventually located it to a producer behind a camera. you both nodded. "alright, feel free to start." you guys looked at each other and the conversation just began to flow. the two of you seemed to really get each other. you had similar upbringings, and a scarily similar career. 

after bonding for a while, you brought up filming locations. after your hit show, which filmed in london. 

"i love london." she said. you agreed with her. london had always been one of your favorite places ever since you first visited as a child.

"so do i girl.  I feel like if i didn't live in la, i would for sure live in london." you said. you saw her nod and agree with you. 

"you know a lot of british people were working on the set of "wednesday" and they told me i have the humor of a fifty-something taxi driver in london." you laughed at her joke. this whole experience was very eye-opening. throughout the course of the conversation, you felt yourself making a new friend. the two of you were so similar, and you really bonded over things like this. you couldn't wait to learn more about her. next, you started talking about recognition. that was something you had struggled with. you weren't really sure how to act with complete strangers who approached you on the streets.

"you know, the thing about recognition, is that, these are total strangers. total strangers who are coming up to you and asking you for a photo, or a hug, or they want to give you something. and when they offer to give you something you are trained not to take it because you have no idea if its laced or if its dangerous. and its heartbreaking to see people's faces when you deny a gift because chances are it was perfectly fine and you just have to let them go. and while i'm happy to take a few photos, i still have this habit of feeling so horrible when i'm not able to take a picture with every single person who wants one. it makes me feel so bad. and not to mention the dm's i get on instagram." jenna continually nodded. "i mean, i get love confessions from people i've never even seen in real life. i get these messages from people, telling me that i saved their life!" you began to tear up. "and i just don't know how to react. do i respond? if i respond i feel like i have to respond to every dm i get. and it's much harder to deal with than anyone told you. it's almost a feeling of, not being real. people just kind of tell you things that you don't know how to respond. they tell you things they can't tell anyone else and its not fair that you have to deal with these things. you know, they trauma dump and they tell you about their parents who are hard on them and you don't know what to do. and everyone i talk to about this just tells you to 'be grateful that you even have these people doing this' to you and, i am but i can't be grateful all the time when i have people telling me i am their only escape from their abusive parents, for example."  jenna listened the entire time. you wiped the tears in your eyes. 

"i totally agree. like i just took down my instagram because it gets really hard. and i'm so grateful that i can be with my family who knows me for who i am and i don't have to worry about social media. but, um, yeah media training is someone no one really talks about," you agreed. "and it really should be talked about more because it's a huge part of maintaining your image." she said. you found her very articulate. she had the vocabulary of no one else you knew that was her age.  

"ok well that took a dark turn. lets have a more peppy conversation shall we?" you suggested.  she laughed and nodded.

...

when the two of you had finished your interview, you gave her a hug. you had really connected with her and really opened up. now, you had to take a few photos. the two of you posed like there was no tomorrow. she was naturally photogenic, in your opinion, and the photos turned out great. 

you left the set and drove away. today, you had made a spare of the moment decision to go meet rachel for lunch. you decided on south beverly grill, in beverly hills. 

when you arrived, rachel was already sitting. you sat down and placed you bag down next to you. 

"ok, tell me everything about the actors on actors." she asked. so, you spilled. you told her everything. how you got emotional, how you bonded, how you joked. it really made the whole experience seem surreal. 

"don't you have yours in a few weeks?" you asked. you remember her briefly mentioning how she had been asked to do one alongside the little mermaid star, halle bailey. 

"i do, i can't believe you remember that! i'm very excited for that, especially after your five star review of yours." she laughed. you joined her. 

after the two of you ordered your meal, she brought up the party tomorrow night. "ok, so the party. it's going to be amazing. I have, like, a ton of new recipes i'm going to try. we are going to have drinks and music and a nice appetizer type thing."  you thought of the party. and then you thought of tom. he was going to be there.

"yes, i really am looking forward to tomorrow." you were also looking forward to seeing tom. "i know how much you love to cook, so i know there will be absolutely no problem with the food. but i do have request." she looked up at you.

"yeah for sure, go for it." she encouraged. 

"for the music, play jazz. i promise it will make the entire party much more classier." you suggested. 

"i got it." 

[maeve-is-annoying-about-books]

Dawntrail endpoint review

Or: Wow they really spent half an expansion setting up for this and I love it. You know the deal, spoilers and all. Random internet opinion machine go! ->

I feel like before I get into Heritage Found and Living Memory I gotta talk about Shaaloani. I'm really sorry but I feel like this area, above all others, is really reflective of how Dawntrail needed a hard editing pass. Just one.

To say it's bad would be a misnomer, but the area story as a whole is a little bit of a... a non-sequitur? We just got out of the Rite of Succession's big high point and now we're gonna visit Erenville's home but very little of what happens here relates to the story that comes before or after. A tweak or two and it'd flow a lot better, maybe a story more focused on how Koana's march of progress here affects people. This is a place balanced too far on the side of Reason, and perhaps Lamaty'i can send us here to add a little of the Resolve's flair and unite people. Or maybe I'd use it to focus more on reflection, and here we have something that really caught back my attention.

The trolley crew of the First are reflected here in the train crew and this? Was brilliant. It primed me to look for similar reflections in Alexandria's lands and was very rewarding and more than that I think it's a subtle show of the difference between souls and memories. The train crew are still the same intrepid enthusiasts at a core, true level. At least in terms of FFXIV's world, soul and memory are two different components of a person and the essential difference is demonstrated well with this tiny scene. I'd LOVE to have seen it more repeated across Shaaloani as the intersection between memories, souls, and even our environment.

Then Zoraal Ja happens, the bastard. He is the worst parts of the other three competitors for the throne combined. He always was, we just never see it because he's so obviously strong. There's no way he's insecure, right? But look again at his goal, he wants to unite the world, the only way he could possibly outperform his father and carve his name. He frames it as such a noble goal but the truth of it is what we see in the invasion. He is an insecure coward. He can't die for his cause like he demands others do. He's a piss-poor commander who only cares for terror. He borrows power from others and calls it his own. Lamaty'i thanks us, Koana accepts help, Bakool Ja Ja is at least indignant when his cohort joins the fight. Zoraal Ja is a sad man with a sad death. He'll devour those in his care if it means he can achieve his goal.

He never will. The blasted second head of his monstrous form says it all.

Sphene stands as the true counterpart to Lamaty'i. Wuk Lamat's arc wasn't finished when she took the throne, her plea to stay in Tural with her was proof of that. Like Sphene needing Zoraal Ja. And then, also like Sphene, she grows beyond this need and becomes more assured of her path, albeit it in a gentler and more loving way. If I were to put it in words, Sphene learned brutality from her dependence on Zoraal Ja, while Lamaty'i learns to be true to herself from the WoL's belief in her, thus bringing about the final acts for each, a diametric opposition both sides regret.

In the Dark Knight quests, the WoL (through their counterpart Myste) brings back the memories of others. Giving life to the thoughts of the departed. And it was just as unsustainable then as it is for Living Memory. We see how Myste has to constantly siphon living aether to perform this act and even then it's a vanishing and hollow thing. Most people who encounter our memories know they aren't really there. Living Memory is this act on a worldly scale. Living Memory devours life to produce itself. Living Memory is an eternal golden era perpetuated by feeding on the potential future and other cultures. It is, dare I say, colonialism made manifest. A foreign power who arrives without warning and takes and shapes a land and while it brings a higher standard of living, supposedly, the highest and most revered tier is beyond the reach or knowledge of most.

But. Living Memory is also a place to say goodbye. It's a heaven where you can rest easy knowing some piece of you will carry on and meet your lover again. Hang out with a long-lost friend. Make up with someone who became your enemy due to a mistake. It is an area filled with love and catharsis and beauty with a terrible price for its continued existence. But even if we found some way to infinitely fuel it, I don't think it would be any better of a place, because while your memories live on there, there is no one back in life who remembers you. No one to speak your name or trade a tale with. The people there are more dead than Gulool Ja Ja, a man who is remembered fondly, whose legacy binds disparate people together and whose wisdom guides a new generation. His hand still holds Lamaty'i's, even in death, while the Endless lose their place outside of this nostalgic world of twilight.

Just... fuck, dude. What an incredibly poignant story to tell, one that necessitated the story that came before. What a fitting one for the first expansion to come out after the TEN YEAR arc that led up to Endwalker. It's a story that asks itself how it can hope to stand up to the weight of a legendary legacy and takes its tumbles with aplomb to set the groundwork for a new tale to come. For a new generation and a new leg of the journey.

[captainpains]

Baby Lothcats (Hardcase x reader)

I'm still going! I think this is the most I've ever posted! For the @clonexreaderbingo. Enjoy this trash for Hardcase ❤️

Prompt: Animal

Warnings: gn reader, intoxication mentioned, animals (injured animals), Def more platonic but kinda like realizing you have a crush,

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Your tiny tattoo shop was located right next to the clone bar.

Meaning you got a lot of drunk clientele. 

Obviously, you would turn away those that were too drunk to really be lucid. However, 

You were willing to do tats for the republic's finest, even the more tipsy of them. It was really funny to watch the shinies stumble in and ask for ridiculous tattoos, the start of their individuality. Your favorite ones to do were the meaningful ones, to honor fallen brothers or important moments. You were happy to do it for them…

“Hey! We are closed!” You heard Quint, the only other person in the shop, yell towards the door.

“I need to talk to Tats!” An excited voice that you know well called from the front door.

You put down your stylus, this design could wait until tomorrow, as you stood up to see what the commotion was in the front room. When you entered, you saw Hardcase, a client that slowly became one of your closest friends. He was excitedly standing there, holding a box in his arms.

“Why don’t you headout for the night. I can lock up alone.” You suggested.

The other artist begrudgingly agreed to leave, with a look of discontent shot towards Hardcase as they left the room. 

“Alright, Casey, what is so import-” 

A soft meow came from the box. Then another. Then another. Until a chorus of meows flowed from the box.

“I found ‘em on the way over here. Poor things were just left out there.”

You looked into the box to find three small Lothkittins inside. The little guys had matted fur and were far too skinny to be healthy. All three of them looked up at you with large eyes.

“Oh, the poor things,” you said, reaching your hand into the box. You gently patted one of their heads.

“What do ya think we should do with ‘em?” Hardcase asked.

“Well, we should start by taking them to a vet. There is an emergency animal hospital on the way back to my apartment.”

“Alright! Lead the way Tats.”

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“Okay, it looks like all three of the Lothkittens are in good health.” The vet said. “It’s a very good thing you brought them here, disease is rampant and who knows what these little guys would’ve caught.”

“Thank you so much,” you said to her as she handed you a carrier that held the kittens.

“All is good. Remember to only feed them soft foods for now, kibble is too hard for kittens so young.”

“Got it. Thanks again, doc,” Hardcase waved as you both left.

You walked in silence towards your apartment for a few minutes. It was a nice bonding experience with your friend. Although looking at Hardcase, you felt some sort of admiration in your chest and not the kind you felt around friends. He was a friend that always knew how to cheer you up, and he was very kind. And, had he always looked this handsome? The lights of the street were bright and highlighted Hardcase’s jawline and made his tattoos glow almost.

“So, what are we gonna do with them?” Hardcase asked. “I mean there is no way you could keep all three of them.” 

“No, I’ll probably just keep one. But we can worry about that later. For now, we should just find something to feed these little guys.” You replied.

You made it back to your apartment and managed to find something that the kittens could eat. Hardcase happily played with them while you set up an area for them to sleep and play safely. He was petting them and let one crawl across his back. He was laughing as the little one bapped his head. It was an undeniably sweet moment. You laughed a little as the kitten hopped onto his head. It was so cute. 

You could see yourself getting used to it.

[laurelcn]

Summary: The reader sees Colin at their 10-year high school reunion and it resurfaces the crush she had on him during her senior year. With a little help from the alcohol, she finally talks to him. Also, in this universe, he doesn't see the ex-fiance he's just sloppy drunk. Lots of fluff and dialogue.

You caught a glimpse of the drunken exchange between Colin and Mare in the corner of your eye. Although not as tipsy as he seemed to be, his drunkenness radiated toward you, making your eyes droop a bit more and the next swig of beer go down the slightest bit smoother. You hummed to yourself and leaned back in your barstool. As your lower back hit the side of the pool table, your friend bumped into your shoulder.

"Uh, your turn, buddy," he said, chuckling at your seemingly out-of-it look.

"Oh, right. My bad," you swiftly turned around and decided which ball to hit for your turn. "Damn, you're really killing me out here. Guess I need to stop daydreaming," you chuckle and narrow your gaze in concentration.

"See you got an eye on Zabel. Surprised you even remember him. Didn't you have, like, A.P. Bio together?" He chuckled, pushing his glasses up his nose as he watched you take your turn. "Guy was a total teacher's pet from what I recall."

You took your turn, standing up to meet your friend's eyes and rolling yours slightly. "Alright, alright. But two's a company, right?" You hummed, finishing your beer and setting it down. "If you were really my friend you'd have known how we nearly out-teacher's pet each other senior year." The memory brought up a slight cringe sensation and you couldn't help but laugh aloud and cover your embarrassed face with your hands. You sigh and look up at your friend with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Bumping shoulders with him and handing him your stick, you sing-song to him: "Let's go see what the pet's been up to."

The buzz from the three beers you'd had were fully flowing through your blood. The woozy, light feeling made your worries about if he'd remember you or not after a decade dissipate. Not a usually confrontational person except when drunk, you embraced this momentary confidence and would worry about the consequences later. Plus, how many more reunions would it take before you lost your meek high-school persona around Colin?

Colin was just turning around from Mare as you waltzed over. He took an incredibly large swig of his beer, most likely to cover up his flirtation being rejected, and leaned back against the bar looking sullen. As you walked over, you couldn't help but eye him up now that you were close. His navy blue button-down was rolled up to his elbows and his dark wash jeans clung to him snugly but not too tight. For a ten-year reunion, he looked good. By the looks of him, you weren't sure he knew that. As he saw you approach, his eyes lit up with curiosity.

"Y/N? What the hell are you still doing here?" He laughed in disbelief and beckoned you over to the bar. "Come, get another drink with me."

You were surprised he remembered you nonetheless your name. You giggled at the slur of his words and bubbliness. This was a side of him you hadn't seen many times, and you welcomed the memories back fondly. You felt a bit sheepish in the beginning, as you were unfamiliar with how Colin might've remembered you.

"I'll, uh, get what he's having," you motioned toward Colin, "And a water, please." The bartender nodded, catching on that the water was for Colin and not yourself.

As you both discussed what had been going on in each other's lives for the last few years or so, Colin sobered up and returned to his usual self. He cracked corny jokes no one else would think were funny and reminisced about your senior year feud as you both competed for the highest marks from your one teacher while you prepared for college applications. It seemed so trivial now, but at the time, you were both ready to rip each other's heads off. Pining over him during this time just made it worse. You didn't want to let him win but also grew soft every time those dark brown eyes met yours in class. You never thought you'd be sitting at the local bar with him years later spilling all your secrets.

As you ordered another drink, could still feel his eyes scanning your face and neck when you turned away. His gaze felt more mature now although it still kept its boyish charm. With his various smirks and ever-closer proximity, he was flirting with you and you knew it, but it was hard to admit that to yourself after all these years.

"Colin, I must confess. If it wasn't obvious by now I had the BIGGEST crush on you then. Maybe that's why I fought with you so much, you know?" Your face burned with embarrassment and you pondered. "Maybe, like, the tension was kinda a turn-on?"

Colin smirked and took a small sip of his beer. He hummed in amusement, "I had no idea." His reaction was hard to gauge at first. You started to make an escape plan to run away before he interrupted your thoughts. "I never thought you'd go for a guy like me."

"Colin, c'mon you were the top of our class." Your eyes scanned, trying to identify the traits he thought made him unattractive. "To me, you haven't changed one bit." You hoped he'd gotten the hint by now that you were still into him.

"Yeah, because nerds always get the girl, right?" You hummed in agreement. Fair, you said to yourself in your head, it was a different era then. "Maybe it's different this time." His tone was flirty but also contemplative. He looked at you thoughtfully before winking. After that, Colin beckoned the bartender over to close the tab for you both.

-

You both now stood outside as you waited for your Uber home since you mom was out and you still didn't feel up to driving after your long night out.

"I don't head back to D.C. for a few days...and I'm just over at my mom's house if you remember where that is." You chuckle and look down, feeling a little embarrassed being in your childhood bedroom again for the time being. "Call me before I go? I'd love to see you again."

Colin nods and smiles looking at you. "Alright, I'll, uh, call you, yeah." He knits his eyebrows for a second, opens his mouth to speak, and then closes it. "Just to be sure this isn't, like, some sort of prank right? You're the most beautiful woman here--notthatyouneverwereinhighschoolit'sjust," he takes a breath, "You're home from your amazing life in D.C. and want to go out with me? You could literally be doing anything else."

You giggle and grab the hand at the side of his temple as the cogs continue to turn in his brain. Squeezing it, you reassure him, "Yes, Colin. I'd love to. Really." His confession makes you blush and you can't help but bite your lip in elation as butterflies begin to fill your stomach. "I mean c'mon let's not pretend I didn't just spill my guts to you a half hour ago. Actually...yeah, let's forget that."

You both laugh aloud at your last comment. The warmth you now feel with him makes you feel bold, and you learn in to give him a goodnight hug as your Uber home pulls up. "Goodnight, Colin," you say quietly into his ear, "Get home safe."

He gives you an award-winning smile and you can see his eyes flicker toward your lips briefly in the moonlight. The feeling of him so close right now making your stomach do backflips. You can't help but catch yourself leaning into him and quickly need to stop yourself from making, what could be in your mind, a mistake before you even go out with him. Sensing your need for some distance, he takes a step back and goes to open the Uber door for you with a small smile, "Yeah, call you tomorrow. You better not be screwing with me."

Note: Part 2? Let me know what you think!

[dgsfufu]

[Exclusive Coverage] Behind the scenes: Official announcement of Bridget's self identification - What do the creators of Guilty Gear think as they proceeded with the development of the game? (2/2)

Translation done by me, an actual person. Loose to make words flow but, posting this for posterity and to make a point against people who still somehow doubt machine TL despite not being able to read Japanese. Link to article here. Page 1 only bc no time for other 2. (EDIT: fixed a mistranslation)

Coverage by TBS TV, posted on 26th Oct 2022.

Conceptualized from the beginning with an ending in mind: the road to self-identification.

---What are your thoughts regarding the conclusion of the story, beginning from the drafting phase and especially surrounding the clear impact of transgenderism left in the plotline?

Mr. Ishiwatari: It has already been decided from the beginning itself that the story would see Bridget's story unfold in a direction with the theme of realizing her gender the moment she debuted, and this has not changed.

--This was decided the moment Bridget was born, then?

Mr. Ishiwatari: I don't know if the feelings towards Bridget's plotline has ever been as strong before, but while her concept was never meant to be this dramatic, the details have been gradually ironed out slowly over time.

Mr Katano: Thinking back even lightly, the story has really not changed at all. This isn't just a story about Bridget, but rather a message the character represents, and the drama which had already been set to be written from the get-go.

--Right now people are more understanding of transgender issues, and I really think society has finally caught up to what people think of Bridget and her story too. 

Mr Ishiwatari: I guess putting it like that does make us sound kinda cool, but, it just so happens that the timing for this topic is perfect since it's landed just as the discussion is hot.

Mr Katano: Ishiwatari thinks of all of the characters' background and plot, and there are so many bits that can't just be published as is. However, this time we believe all of Bridget's storyline has been fully revealed and covered.

--So the timing for her to appear again was just perfect?

Mr Katano: Hm, yeah, it's the perfect timing for her reappearance. I think so.

--Did both of you expect any controversies to follow after Bridget's reappearance?

Mr Katano: Honestly, yes. As we expected, people are split on the topic. To summarize what we do: we draw up how the characters in the story live, what they are worried about, and how they thought as we made them. 

But there are people who get caught up in the controversy without buying the game and playing it, people who blindly press the topic, and at the end of the day misinterpret our message and continuously spread a different portrayal contrary to what we intended. 

Initially we thought, "we hope people will accept our message despite different interpretations", but we then realized we had to turn this official, and therefore published and announced the official information from our side. 

Mr Ishiwatari: We had our internal discussion whether or not this action was necessary. Our primary concern is whether we leave it to the global audience to decide whatever, or if we dictate the narrative with official info. This was the most important point in our discussion.

There were many fans who saw the situation as us pouring fuel into a fire we started, and so there became a growing voice who didn't care what it was so long as we came out and clarified the matter.

--You decided to come out and calm things down as the game trended globally?

Mr Ishiwatari: I don't know if that's an apt way to put it, but we read the situation as us giving fans a semblance of assurance after coming out and clarifying the matter.

"Currently available Bridget merchandises on sale"

--Putting myself in the creator's shoes, coming out to explain in this unsure matter comes off as a little boorish, I would think.

Mr Katano: We are in part just people who simply create games and the world in it. While I could tell people to play and see for themselves, tell them to buy and see, there are many who do not and irresponsibly spread misinterpretation without care. 

Therefore I wasn't opposed to us taking an official stance. But as a creator, my biggest concern is posting spoilers. I mulled over whether or not to post this information on the official site -- I worried about this greatly. 

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[oattoast]

tw pet death, animal death, grief

My cat is still very much alive! However, I'm coming to terms with her rapid decline. A lot of my days recently are centered around her treatments and vet visits and trying to get her to eat and stay comfortable. In the last three months she has gotten so slow and sick. Last year she had her first vestibular episode, and was (unrelatedly) diagnosed with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. Four months ago it was hyperthyroidism. Three months ago it was chronic kidney disease which worsened from one month to the next. All of these require medicines, special foods, supplements, and other treatments several times per day in attempt to control symptoms and slow the progression of her kidney failure. I have so many alarms set and I don't leave the house for more than a few hours. I can't leave her alone.

I am overwhelmed. I am the only thing standing between my cat and a painful death. And I am the being in charge of being the person who decides when to let her go, to stop fighting, to end her suffering peacefully when it is time.

My cat has been a huge part of my life and existence for 18 years, since shortly before my 16th birthday. I have a big tattoo of her face on my left bicep. She's been around longer than half my life now; a constant companion when friends moved away and my closeness with others ebbed and flowed. Her long silky fur has caught endless tears and kisses both. I have become an adult with her by my side. When I felt homesickness on short trips, I thought of her. I never took long trips because I didn't want to be away from her for too long, even when she was healthy.

I literally cannot imagine a life without her. There is a blackness when I try to picture it. How will I sleep without her warm comforting presence? For whom will I get up in the mornings? My routines are almost all around her. She is my home and my dearest friend in this life.

At the same time I don't want to let her go, I am aware how blessed I am to have had 18 years of love and funny stories and sweet memories with her. That is such a long life for a little cat. Friends and family always come to pay respects and visit with her when they come over. She has an adoring family. And until fairly recently she was very healthy and happy.

She has lived a good life. It is a good life. It is up to me to make it a good end too. I owe it to her as thanks for making my life fuller every day. She is good and she deserves that kindness. I love her so much. And I will miss her fiercely for the rest of my days when the time comes, and it will come soon. Not years anymore. Months if we are lucky. Weeks if we are unlucky. But really. All of it was lucky. We found each other in this life. What luck that is. What love.

[schrodingersinteraction]

So I've been catching up on High Class Homos...

and was reminded of a particular plot point/character appearance choice that doesn't make the most sense to me, especially in the vaguely historical/fantasy setting of the story. (For context, I'm coming at this as someone who knows a lot about historical costuming, but by no means on a professional or even academic level, this is mostly just stuff I've absorbed over the years engaging with it as a hobby. I know that this series is not intended to be 100% historically accurate, and by no means take this as a serious critique of the work as a whole. I had just been texting my sibling about this yet again and realized I had a lot of thoughts about it)

So. The part that caught my attention was this

Spoiler Alert from this point forward.

This is Odette. She works as a maid in the castle and we care about her cause she and a princess in said castle are a couple of Useless Lesbians™. But a part of her backstory is that she hasn't always been a maid, no, she used to live in fairly remote village where she foraged and communed with the animals and all that jazz. And when she was romping about the woods, she looked like this.

Long, flowing, luscious locks that apparently were never put up or braided? As someone with about this length hair, probably longer, I can tell you that you do not necessarily want it down and in your way, *especially* outside where it can act as a net to catch various leaves, twigs, branches, bugs, etc.

And apparently no one at the castle thought of braiding it either when she goes to work in the kitchen, because part of her backstory is that she *had to cut her hair* (this connection to her past life and all that, I can understand the metaphorical authorial intent) in order to work safely in the kitchen.

Now, this has been a thing in history. Working class people, often young girls, have had to crop their hair pretty short in order to do certain work and keep themselves safe, among other reasons. However, if it was for work, this work took place factories, right at the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, in order to not have their hair caught in fast-moving, definitely not OSHA compliant machinery.

The general understanding I have of this world is it's pre-Industrial Revolution, with a touch of fantasy to have things such as magically assisted gender transitions (which I genuinely love). Obviously there's a lot of various anachronisms here that I'm willing to suspend my disbelief about! This, however, not so much. And I was trying to figure out why and as far as I can tell it's because it's so central to her character arc/backstory, and there's a lot of other explanations that could've led to the same result - she used to have long hair, and now she has short hair. (It could be a personal choice to indicate her change of environment, part of her overall character arc as she plays around with presentation and becoming more comfortable with her queerness, she prefers how it feels, there's a lot of options) But the implication that long hair would be so much of hindrance in pre-Industrial kitchen is not really a thing.

Long hair is not that much harder to take care of and keep clean and out of the way. If anything, I'd argue it's easier with the level of technology they are implied to have access to. It can be braided and pinned up and fully covered by a headscarf, brushed out every day to minimize tangles/dirt/grease, all of this keeping it clean without necessarily needing to wash it every day. (Access to running/clean water and enough of it to wash regularly was very much a luxury for a lot of history and I got the vibe it was here too?) And I know this both from various historical sources (people have had long hair in a lot of different jobs at a lot of different points in time), and from personal experience!

There's a lot more specific anachronisms I could get into, but this was the main one that stuck out to me. Overall I have a lot of fun reading the series, I'm also just a wee history nerd and I don't always know when that will completely take over.

[msfeyredarling]

Hi! Here's a Halloween prompt for you... How about Feyre and Rhys (strangers at the time) both go to the same Halloween party and they realize their costumes match.. you know like example Feyre went as Morticia and Rhys went as Gomez...😊

A trail of pomegranates seeds

Happy Halloween everyone!

I hope you enjoy! I kinda steered a bit of path whoops. I might change the title later bc I don't like it.

Link to ao3

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As she stepped over the threshold, she was greeted by the site of strobe lights and moving bodies. Some swayed, some danced and others sat and drank drinks an array of colours, similar to the abundance of costumes and masks.

A month ago Mor begged Feyre to participate in Halloween. Begrudgingly she agreed. Mor had taken it upon herself to organise Feyre’s costume. She decided that she and Emerie, along with Feyre, would match as Greek Goddesses.

Mor was dressing as Aletheia and Emerie as Nike and so Feyre was to be Persephone. Not as the goddess of spring, but rather as the Queen of the underworld.

She stared at herself in the mirror, startled by who stared back. Glittering black fabric that barely her breast and backside, flowed to below her navel, joined to one shaft by a belt across her hips and cascaded down to the ground to meet her stiletto heels.

Mor had fashioned her hair into a crown atop her head, a sparkling black diadem like the night sky set in the forefront. Lashes darkened, eyes lined in black, lips painted red. She truly looked like a goddess of the underworld.

If Feyre considered her costume to be indecent, it was nothing compared to Mor’s. Feyre had an inkling she had dressed for the person she now lead through the crowd.

Her dress glittered with every swish of her hips as she follow Mor and Emerie through the crowd. Eventually, they reached a booth towards the side, already occupied. The two males and the woman must be the friends Mor convinced her to meet.

The male with shoulder-length hair spoke up first. “So you must be Feyre,” he said, smirking as he took in her costume. “You know you ma—“

“I’m Azriel, and this is Cassian,” Azriel said as he elbowed Cassian in the side, mumbling under his breath. Both were also dressed as God, battle and shadows if she was correct.

As Feyre sat down, she turned her eyes to the female with black hair. “Amren,” was all she offered.

Mor took ahold of Emeries hand and bounced onto the dance floor. Feyre watched the blonde disappear. She shuffled nervously in her seat, unsure of what to do. “We don't bite Feyre, unless you ask us to,” Cassisn grinned at her, immediately calming her nerves.

“Last I heard no one ever took you up on that offer,” Amren said, eyes unrealistically silver.

“The creatures have been let out of their cages tonight. Someone might just,” he snarked back as Azriel chuckled.

They talked for a while longer before Feyre stood, announcing she was getting a drink. She sashayed towards the bar, nodding to the bartender and ordering her drink.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

Feyre startled and whipped around so fast she fell. Warm hands caught her, gently placing her back on her feet. She glanced up, taking in the dark attire, muscles almost straining against the fabric, the long cape and the black crown, to the sparkling violet eyes.

“I— I’m Sorry you have the wrong person,” she stammered, her throat dry. The bartender signalled her drink as really and she took a large mouthful, fully aware of the eyes on her.

“I think I would recognise my Queen anywhere,” at this is she spat her drink back into her glass.

“Excuse me?” She squeaked, eyes blown wide.

The male smirked, gesturing to their costumes. “We’re matching. Your Persephone and I’m Hades.” Feyre’s cheeks felt ablaze, her mind only just understanding the meaning of his particular crown. “My real name is Rhysand, but you can call me Rhys,” he held out his hand and she took it. His name was bouncing around her brain, she knew it from somewhere. Realisation dawned on her all at once.

“You’re Mor’s cousin?” She asked, shocked this was the same cousin Mor tried to set her up with.

“And you’re Feyre. The one Mor tried to set me up with but apparently, you keep declining her,” he raised a brow, her cheeks darkening. She honestly didn’t think much of guys like Rhys, they tended to be the same. “Come on let’s find my meddlesome cousin.”

He offered his arm and she took it, if only because her mind was whirling. Mor and Emerie were back at the booth, happily, chatting away. When she noticed their arrival, she glanced up with a knowing glint in her eye.

“Oh, I love your costume, Rhys. What a coincidence it matches Feyre’s,” she grinned at them, then picked up a wine glass. “It was just meant to be,” she muttered into the glass.

“You wouldn’t know it was a coincidence if it smacked you right in the face.” Feyre burst out laughing, others following suit. Rhys stared at her with such intensity, the stars in his eyes seem to glow brighter.

As the night grew longer, her opinions of Rhysand slowly altered. She was completely wrong about him and he was nothing like her past. From what she saw tonight she really wanted to know this Rhys. Maybe the costumes were all Mor's doing, but maybe it was fate. Maybe she didn’t need a night in shining armour. Maybe she just needed the villain that rescued the Princess, the Hades that saved Persephone.

[now-we-say-c0ral]

August 18, 2023

Happy 9th monthsary to me and Eddie!

Day started off pretty uneventful. Gym in the morning. Worked chest, abs, and cardio. I went to Earl's Court to eat dinner at Jollibee with my baby girls Carla and Dani. It's been so nice to catch up with my girls and to be able to talk shit about our favorite person. It's just sad that Porcia couldn't come with us because she has some jiujitsu class that she has to take before going to Cornwall. I also suggested that we do a paintball session soon here in Canary Wharf. Most are down but we just have to set a date when we can actually do the activity. It's a hefty 40 quid/head but I think it'll actually be a fun activity.

I went to Soho and met up with Eddie. While I waited for him in Mamasons in Chinatown, I saw Josh, one of the people I came here with in the UK and it's been lovely having a chat about how our lives have been lately. Saw Eddie outside and we sat in Ku Bar while we waited for Kaebe and Angelo to party. We had some a few shots and drinks before the other boys arrived. We went down to the dance floor and it was okay. The songs were getting better and better and there we met Mina and Angelique. Not my vibe, the both of them, but didn't want to be rude so I just had to go with the flow.

We went to Heaven afterwards and it was my first time there. It's wild. It's big. It's so nice to let loose and just dance every once in a while. I'm really glad that Eddie took me out on our monthsary. I saw Carl, my college junior, in the club. We didn't recognize each other at first but damn, it was so nice having to see him after a long, long time. I hope I get to see more of my colleagues soon when I go out.

We were suppose to eat in Old Town 97 in Chinatown but it was around 3:30am already and they were closing so we bailed with Mina and Angelique and headed each our own way. We caught the N551 bus and when we arrived it was already around 5am and we had a double date at Carl and Ross' place in the morning.

Today was a good day!

[fang-and-feather]

Summer Storm

Ikemen Vampire - Napoleon x Female Reader

This is a kind of AU, where Napoleon got reincarnated instead of becoming a vampire. It had some more plot, but I repurposed most of it for a more fitting scene for after this fic.

The ending is not much to my taste, but it felt right and flows well into the following plot

Written for the Sexy Ikemen Summer event by @xxsycamore, Location: Abandoned mansion, Technique: Forgo underwear on the date

Words: 2,525

Summary: You and Napoleon take a detour on your honeymoon plans for the day, only to find yourself trapped in the old mansion by a sudden summer storm. While waiting for the weather to clear, the two of you decide to pass time in the most appropriate manner for a honeymoon.

Tags: Oral Sex (female receiving), Teasing, Getting Caught, Accidental Exibitionism, Modern Setting

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You roamed the hallways of the old mansion. Besides the heavy coating of dust and the wild grass outside, this place didn’t even look like it had been abandoned for a few decades, but the thundering of the sudden summer storm that started short after your improvised guides left made it seem creepy, anyway.

“Doesn’t look like we’ll be able to call a taxi from here.” Your husband spoke, looking at his phone, that probably had no signal. You checked yours. Nothing either. “It might be just a passing storm. Do you want to wait and see if it will pass, or should we try to brave it and get back to the city?”

“I would rather not lose our food in this weather. We can wait until lunch and if it doesn’t pass, we try to get to a place with better signal. I think the only reason people lived all the way out here is because they didn’t have phones.”

“Or because they were vampires.”

By his tone alone, you knew Napoleon was not serious, but you still caught your thoughts lingering on what your guide had told you, about how her grandmother had once worked in this mansion for a comte, under a name that seemed to pop in an out of history, in a way that legends about him being immortal and a vampire started to spread.

You didn’t even know if the original, legendary comte was real, and the one that woman’s grandmother worked for was certainly a different person.

“That’s probably just a rich people thing.” You shrugged. “Even if you wanted to believe in vampires, what about the other guys? In our times, by the curious collection of names, it would make sense for them to be, too. But over a century ago, it didn’t.”

“I’m just joking, nunuche.” Napoleon laughed, ruffling your hair.

“I know. Or I would have to believe you are the Emperor himself, too.”

Both of you laughed. It wasn’t unusual for this kind of joke to be brought up between the two of you, whenever Napoleon did something that made you think he was living up to his name. Or from the kids from the school he taught at.

Maybe it was this eerie atmosphere that had you entertaining such notions as vampires.

You went through a few more rooms, listening to Napoleon talk about a few other rumors he’d heard, on that first day you had some late things to work on and he went out to surprise you by finding a good place for dinner.

Why was it that your only time apart during the whole honeymoon trip had been so eventful for him?

Then something caught your eye, and a shiver ran through your spine, Napoleon’s voice growing distant.

There was something weird about the huge double doors that made you halt. You had seen a similar door on your previous trip to Paris, at the Louvre. You remembered, because you were curious about it. It was obvious the visitors didn’t go through it often, as nobody else paid it any attention, but it also wasn’t a restricted room, as it wasn’t guarded.

You remembered well the glimpse of the hallway with its artifacts, but before you could go through, Napoleon called out to you and you decided to go see what he wanted, and you never really went back.

Now you were seeing the same door, in a very different place. A house said to be inhabited by an old vampire… and you remembered the gentleman you met at the Louvre that same day…

You let out a startled cry when strong arms wrapped around your waist, only for them to be followed by the laughter of your husband.

“Sorry nunuche. I realized you weren’t following me. Did you really let these stories get to you?”

“Maybe.” You laughed nervously at your own wild imagination. Just because it was a similar door didn’t mean they had anything to do with one another. And you weren’t even sure it looked the same, you might just be mixing the details. “It’s this rain giving everything creepy vibes.”

He hummed, tightening his hold on you.

“Well, we are alone and not going anywhere for a while. Why don’t I distract you from these vibes while we wait?”

Before you could ask what he meant, one of his hands had moved to caress your thigh, light touches that had you shivering in an entirely different way.

His lips descended upon your neck, tracing a path with open-mouthed kisses from the base up.

You tried to hold back your moans. Even knowing there was nobody around, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone would hear you.

But it was hard to keep your voice down with how Napoleon teased you, tracing random patterns up and down your thigh with ghostly touches, and never moving where you really wanted him.

You tried to close your legs to get some friction, but Napoleon moved one of his legs to between yours, halting your movements.

“Patience, mon amour. We’ll get there in a moment.” He whispered, before his mouth was on your neck again.

His kisses moved slowly to the side of your neck, and you tilted your head to give him better access.

Napoleon briefly pulled away to shift his position. The hand that had been around your waist moving to your other thigh, while the one that had been teasing you caressed up your arm, before carefully sliding the straps of your dress off your shoulders.

His kisses moved down to the junction of your neck, then Napoleon licked the spot, then kissed it again and his teeth grazed your skin.

Like a vampire teasing a prey. And you wouldn’t mind if he really was one.

When he nibbled on your skin, you couldn’t contain your moans anymore. He finally moved his hand up your thigh, at the same time his other hand aliped in the front of your dress, finding you completely bare for him.

The revelation gave him a brief pause before he chuckled, nibbling one of your ears.

“When have you become such a naughty girl, nunuche? Dressed like this in public.”

“Well, we weren’t planning to…” a moan escaped you as his hand returned to its exploration “...stay in public…” it was hard to keep your thoughts coherent, especially when his mouth returned to teasing your ear “and it is our honeymoon…” both of his hands moved to your sensitive spots, one lightly pinching one of your nipples, the other rubbing your clit “...I wanted to… surprise you…”

“Then you don’t mind if I indulge in your boldness, right?”

You whined as Napoleon stopped what he was doing, only for him to spin you around and, with a hand tangling in your hair and the other holding your waist, he kissed you.

He still tasted faintly of the ice cream you had on the way here, but in a warm way. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his, grinding your hips against the bulge in his pants.

Napoleon groaned into the kiss, and the hand on your waist slipped downward, under your dress again, groping your ass, before his other hand supported your back and he hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Between kisses only broken long enough for you to take a breath, he carried you to the nearest room. He put you on the ground to shed his jacket, before pulling you tight against his body again, his hand returning to groping your ass and teasing your legs as he humped you.

When the two of you grew too breathless, Napoleon scooped you up and placed you sitting on a chair that apparently had been covered by his jacket to protect from the dust.

You finally took a deep breath, fanning yourself.

“Are we really doing this here?” You weren’t expecting more than the foreplay you were already in the process of. Maybe an actual handjob if you were willing to get off here.

Napoleon leaned over you, supporting his weight on the back of the chair. There wasn’t much light, but you could see him clearly in this position, and he looked like he could devour you.

You gulped and readjusted your dress, feeling even hotter than before, which you didn’t think possible.

“You don’t mind if I take a little treat before we can get back to the hotel, do you, ma douce reine?”

A surprisingly needy whine escaped you at the salacious way he made these words sound.

“I would mind if you didn’t.” You muttered back, diverting your gaze as soon as you did so.

Napoleon chuckled, tilting the chair back with one hand, while the other caressed your face, cupping your cheek as he leaned closer to give you a lingering, sweet kiss.

The chair was propped against the wall as he moved to kiss a path down your jaw, your neck and the exposed top of your breasts, where he lingered long enough on one to leave a hickey over each.

Then the chair was gently lowered back to the floor, as he dropped to one knee before you.

The mood had changed so quickly from wild to romantic. Not that you were complaining as he hiked your skirt up and gently parted your legs, placing a reverent kiss to the side of a knee. You hummed, running your fingers through his bi-colored hair.

“You know” he placed another kiss up your leg, “I’m glad our excursion got interrupted.” Another kiss, and his hand caressing your lower leg. “The rest of the excursion… would have been harsh… on both of us… with you looking… like this.” He spoke, alternating words with kisses, higher every time, until you thought he would reach the spot you were waiting for, only for him to switch to giving your other leg the same treatment.

His touch might not be teasing anymore, but that didn’t keep him from gently teasing you still. The wait was almost maddening, with how your desire ached within you, but any movement you tried to make his hand was there to casually stop you.

“Napoleon…” you tried to complain, but it came out as more of a moan when he gently bit your thigh.

“I will get there, chérie.” Napoleon pulled away enough to look up at you. “If you keep trying to hurry me, I don’t think I will be able to control myself. I’ll just have this until we get back.”

You rarely minded if he lost control, but maybe here was not the best place for it to happen. You still got a strange sense from this house.

“What about you?”

“Making my wife happy is enough for me.” He grinned. “For now.”

Napoleon knelt down properly and pulled you a little forward to get better access.

The featherlight kiss first placed on your clit was already electrifying, your body shuddered and you tried to thrust against his mouth, once again impossibility by him holding you in place.

The kiss was followed by a slow lick that had you moaning even louder than before. Your hand tangled in his hair again, holding him closer, and you were rewarded by his lips wrapping around your clit and his teasing tongue brushing against it in a lighter manner. And then repeated that, again and again, almost like tickling you.

He talked about losing control in a place like this, but if he kept teasing, you would be the one who would have to take charge of the situation, and it certainly wouldn’t stop at this if you did.

“I… thought you said… we didn’t… have time.”

You pulled him closer, and he responded by sucking at you, then licking again, but not in that playful manner. Napoleon was serious now, and you would probably regret pressing him for it here, when you would have to walk after.

You shivered and straightened up when his teeth dragged over your clit, making you squirm and tighten your hold on him. Napoleon groaned and redoubled his efforts to rob you of all reason.

It wouldn’t take much effort at all. Not when you were at the mercy of the man you loved. Not with his amazing skills. And especially not when he had teased you to your limit already.

Napoleon knew that, and soon his hand joined his mouth in attacking your sensitive spots. You were so ready for it, that a couple of fingers slipped into you with ease, moving in and out a few times, before curling up to rub the spot he knew that, especially combined with the sucking of his mouth, would make you see stars and scream his name.

And scream you did, totally forgetting yourself to the pleasure that intensified, coursing through you like an electric current, sending you into an explosive climax.

But he didn’t give you much time to come down from your high, hand and mouth switching spots as he licked you clean, while still massaging your clit with deft fingers.

In the haze of pleasure, you thought you heard a sound in the distance, but it barely registered in your mind as your husband drove you towards a second orgasm.

The second time caught just a bit more of your attention, just enough for you to cast a glance at the door and see a glint in the little light there was in the hallway. Maybe a glimpse of someone folding their sunglasses before it disappeared, probably being put away.

There was a brief thought in your mind of stopping Napoleon, even before the shadow blocked the faint illumination of the room. Even when your half-lidded eyes caught a glimpse of a pair of blue ones taking in the sight of you. And Napoleon, his eyes closed and focus on your pleasure, didn’t notice a thing.

You had heard stories from daring friends getting caught and how it immediately ruined the mood. That’s what you thought should happen. That was not what was happening.

You threw your head back, letting out a loud moan as your clit was lightly pinched, then another as you were brought to a new climax, despite the weird circumstances.

You feared Napoleon’s reaction when he realized the situation you were in, but he remained oblivious to it and seemed ready to continue his assault on you, so you had to stop him.

Before you could do so, though, the figure at the door finally spoke.

“As much as I would love to continue watching the show, you shouldn’t be here, should you?”

You blushed, adjusting the top of your dress and immediately closing your legs as Napoleon stood up, startled.

When you thought about going after some new emotions on your honeymoon, this was not what you had in mind. It would have been better if this place wasn’t empty from the start, even haunted or inhabited by vampires, than being caught in such an embarrassing situation. And the realization that, deep down, you didn’t hate it at all.

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