#writing with cordelia

[cagenewman]

WHO: Cage & @cordelianewman

WHERE: Algonquin Resort (St. Andrews, New Brunswick)

WHEN: February 23, 2025

This was what they had needed, despite the reservations they had both had about going away, taking the time to escape life and reality and everything that had been plaguing them: the fight, the pregnancy, the loss. Valentine's Day had been wonderful, an afternoon of laughing over misshapen pottery attempts, a meal fit for royalty, sharing sparkling juice in the bath tub of their bed and breakfast room, and then the next thing he remembered was sitting in a doctor's office, being told that his wife wasn't pregnant, that it wasn't viable, that they had lost that chance. A chance that he had told her not very long before that he wasn't ready for... and suddenly was mourning the loss of. He watched her struggle with it, knew the physical side was tough, that the mental was hard, the emotional was devastating, and by the time the end of the week drew near, the decision was made: they were going to go away for their anniversary, ready or not. Ready or not. A four hour trip later, with plenty of stops along the way, passports in hand, they crossed the border and found solace in a historic little town.

And as the morning sun streamed through the patio doors and warmed their suite, Cage realized how little motivation he had to get out of bed. How easily he would have agreed to stay there, but only if she was there with him. He had, however, promised her a day of shopping, and that was probably the only thing that would have motivated his wife to get up and get out of bed early, hearing the steady chime of her phone and letting out a low groan, shifting his arms under the pillow. He felt the bed shift next to him, the tell tale sign of his wife up and moving, feet on the floor. Never in a million years could anything but the promise of cashmere and sparkling diamonds get that woman up early in the morning. "Did you seriously set an alarm to go shopping?" he husked, picking his head up and squinting through bleary, tired eyes as he watched her, short hair sticking up at odd angles, five o'clock shadow much more of a beard these days, every bit a disheveled, content man about to be dragged out of his warm bed to carry bags. And he'd do it every day, if she asked him to.

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jason & @cordelianewman

WHERE: From Brush to Canvas, coastal area

WHEN: Snowflake Gala (January 25, 2025)

"Thanks," Jason nodded to the bartender, picking up the glass of white wine he had just ordered and making his way from the bar area into the gallery once more, slowly moving through the crowd, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone that he might have known. Bingo. His younger sister in her icy blue dress standing off to the side, admiring some art. His art. Not that she knew that, or really anyone in that room. Although Jason had grown up sketching deer in the woods or portraits of friends on the bus, he had never really bragged about his talent, kept it to himself even when a few of his pencil drawings were accepted for the gala's show. "Watcha looking at?" he asked as he approached Cordelia from behind, taking a sip of his wine, free hand in his pocket to keep a casual composure.

[rafaelcb]

"Oh trust me, you do not have to worry about me poking the plant," he laughed, gesturing to the little cactus. Rafael wasn't going to touch the poor thing, unless he accidentally nudged it when watering him, or maybe giving him some plant food. Otherwise, he was going to sit on the window sill in his office, getting whatever sunlight he could muster up. "We'll see how it goes. Start small and work our way up, right?" Because otherwise, he was going to end up with an entire office full of shriveled up, dying plants that he hadn't managed to keep alive, and that was just going to make him feel awful. "Ah, well, that, I can understand." Because boys would… well, be boys, and there was much more of a chance that they weren't going to be able to keep anything living for more than a few days. Rafael smiled at the thought of hens and chicks and the way that they were described -- it did sound like the kind of plant that someone like Cordelia would enjoy. Wasn't she basically the mother hen with all of her little chicks milling about? In the best way possible. "Everyone," he laughed, shaking his head, "you'll do good to tell everyone that if they want to see plants in the office, they can bring them in on their own." Whether or not they actually would go through with it was up to them, but. "… yes, she takes care of little tasks in my office, isn't keeping a plant alive a little case?" In this situation, anyway. He smiled sheepishly, shrugging both shoulders. And then, he turned his attention over to what Cordelia was saying about Cienna, how she was settling in, what life was like with the kids that she and Cage had taken into their lives. It was the sort of situation that Rafael didn't envy them for -- they were the perfect family to take in the children, of course, but it was still a big undertaking. "It'll be tough, but… I also know that you'll be able to handle it," he assured her with a small smile. "Shawn, being a little older, I can understand. He's still doing well with school, though?" Because that would be good, having something to focus on, especially with how involved he was with football. "Oh," he laughed, waving off the idea, "you don't have to thank me. It was the right decision to help you guys out."

"Think that's half the battle, not to think that your plant is ready to fight you. Just because he has sharp points doesn't mean he's going to go hurting you, unless you go poking at him!" Which if he was going to go and poke at the cactus, well he kind of deserved if he got a little hurt. "There you go, you can add to your little plant family as you get more used to things." Settling them on her cart, she picked up a couple more, knowing she could put them over different parts of the house. "Would get some for the boys room, but even with the limited care they need, I'm afraid they might actually kill them." And she was not going to venture into their areas to keep the poor plants alive, so that meant they would just have to keep the plants to more general areas. "So from what I was told they bigger rosette becomes the hen and it forms tinier ones around it making the chicks, which resembles little chicks huddling their mother." At least that was what I was told, whether it's true or not, guess I'm okay with buying the story because it's fitting." When he said that his office needed to be spruced up a little bit, "And who said that?" A laugh leaving her lips, "I'll have to remember when I someday have my own office, make sure to have plants so that no one makes comments." Glancing at him, "Wait, wait, you're the one who people are saying can't keep a plant alive, and you're going to make your PA take care of the plant? I don't think that's how it works, Raf, that means you didn't keep the plant alive after all, your PA did. No credit there." she make a soft clicking of her tongue of disappointment. Setting another pot on the cart, "Yeah, Cienna is doing really well, settled in. Think she doesn't fully understand still. I am kind of dying inside waiting for that eventually 'when is mommy and daddy coming back' for now she's distracted with Rosalyn, and we've gently tried to explain it to her but think it doesn't settle in fully. Shawn... he's got his good days and bad days, we're just being supportive as much as we can. Hoping that we can do whatever we can to make the pain even a fraction easier." Would it ever fix it, no, but she could love them with every bit of her body. "We can't thank you enough, for everything you've done with Cienna, think that has helped Shawn so much."

[two-bees-poetry]

can i come home?

[lvrrgirlll]

Dublin in ecstasy // wanted to write something silly for st patrick’s day so here’s this (two days late...)

paring: artrick x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: oral m and f receiving, spitroasting, drunk sex, hastily proofread lol

a/n: this is highkey all over the place so keep in mind i am NOT claiming this to be my best work by any means lol... just something silly for the holiday (I say that and then I somehow ended up writing 3.5k words but that's besides the point)

The circumstances couldn’t have been more perfect. Art had decided to do a semester abroad in Ireland while Patrick conveniently was playing tournament in Dublin. And better yet, it all lined up over St. Patrick’s Day.

“C’mon man, it’s my fucking day after all,” Patrick insisted as he stretched out his arms as if basking in his own glory. The two men were holed up in Art’s dorm, a single, of course, since the Europeans always seemed to have more class when it came to university living situations.

“You’re playing the day after tomorrow and I’ve got a mountain of assignments I’m behind on. We’re not getting drunk tonight,” Art retorted quickly, shooting Patrick a stern glance. This hard front, though, swiftly melted when Patrick brought his hands to Art’s shoulders, leaning down so he was at eye level as Art sat at his desk.

“You don’t wanna help me celebrate my day?” He gave him a puppy dog stare, really trying to break down his best friend’s cool exterior. And he knew deep down that Art could be like putty in his hands if he played his cards right. Art’s eyes scanned Patrick’s dramatized expression, leaving him sighing in resignation.

“Fine,” Art groaned, rolling his eyes. “Can we just take it easy though?”

“Yeah man, sure. Whatever you want.”

Art should’ve trusted his gut when he had even an inkling that they wouldn’t be taking it easy. It was St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin for fucks sake. Patrick had outfitted them both with hastily made (sharpied on) “kiss me I’m Irish” shirts much to Art’s protest.

“It’s gonna be a let down when girls see me in this shirt and then hear my American accent,” Art huffs, tugging at the ends of the shirt.

“Nah man, it’s a conversation starter. You just have to be a conversation continuer. Plus, it’s straightforward. It’s a holiday. Girls will kiss you if your shirt says so.” Patrick seemed very confident about that.

“I’m like one-sixteenth Irish man, this feels like false advertising.”

“Forget about it, it’s not like I’m Darby O’Gill or anything, it’s just a t-shirt.”

Art sighed yet again, feeling more and more like this was a bad idea. His mind changed, however, when he and Patrick saw you from across the pub.

They’d been there for about an hour now, standing off to the side, pints of Guinness in hand, trying to feel out what kind of night it’d be. Of course, Patrick was eyeing nearly every girl in the place, most of them with their strong Irish boyfriends, though, but he wasn’t really interested until he noticed you.

You were notably without a boyfriend, currently arguing with the bartender about the pour on your Guinness. Both Art and Patrick were awestruck. The way you were so passionate was admirable, and it definitely helped that, to the both of them, you were the most beautiful girl in the place.

“I’ll be back, don’t wait up too long,” Patrick murmured, slipping away from Art and towards you.

Art stammered, trying to think of a way to stop Patrick, but Patrick just turned around, reminding him how he wanted to “take it easy” tonight. Damnit. Art was eating his own words.

“You seem like you know your beer,” Patrick mused, trying to seem nonchalant from behind you. You turned and he had to physically restrain himself from letting his jaw go slack. From a distance you were already something else, but up close, even a ladies man like Patrick would be flustered.

“Not really. I just know when they’ve screwed me giving me more air than actual drink,” you joked, taking the handsome stranger in as you turned around.

“I like a girl who knows what she wants.” It was excessively bold, but Patrick had already downed two pints, quickly going on three, and was feeling ballsy.

He watched as your eyes flitted down then, reading the messily written words on his shirt. You giggled. “Are you really Irish? You don’t have an accent,” you asked then, an eyebrow quirking up as you looked up at him.

“As Irish as you want me to be,” he chuckled before shaking his head. “No, really, I’m like 10% Irish. It hardly counts.”

A smirk flashed across your lips as you shot him a devious look through your lashes. “So I shouldn’t kiss you then?” That left him grasping for words, unsure where to take this. Of course, he wanted to kiss you. But his desperation (and slight drunkenness) was getting in the way of his sarcastic, charming banter.

Just in time, though, Art swooped in, much to Patrick’s dismay. “Hi, uh… I saw you from across the room, I just wanted to come say you’re, uh, really beautiful.” Smooth.

Patrick stifled a chuckle, giving Art a skeptical glance from behind you. Art’s eyes narrowed briefly as he glanced at Patrick, a subtle sign that the game was on, but you didn’t miss it.

“Do you two know each other?” You looked between the two of them, brows furrowing as you took a sip of your drink.

They had to give in, of course. The pair formally introduced themselves, gave you the whole spiel about how they go way back and they both play tennis, and Art was sure to mention that he was there for school (selfishly hoping that would impress you).

“So what are you doing in Ireland,” Art asked, ever the gentleman.

“I’ve taken a semester off of school to travel. I guess I’m sort of seeking new experiences; new opportunities, y’know.” You couldn’t help but notice that as you spoke both of them seemed to be hanging off of every word.

“New experiences, huh,” Patrick repeated, smirking before taking a heavy swig from his drink. He didn’t miss the wink you gave him from over the rim of his glass, but he decided to keep any more comments to himself for the time being.

Art kept the conversation going, mostly because he was drunk too at this point and he didn’t want you to leave. You talked for a while, the pub slowly getting more and more crowded (it was St. Patrick’s Day after all), until you were abruptly run into, causing you to spill your drink all over yourself.

“Fuck,” you cursed, the cold of the drink running down your body and soaking right through (and staining) your now see-through white shirt.

Neither Art nor Patrick knew exactly what to do, but Patrick ran to your rescue immediately, shouting at the guy who had run into you. Art had, more passively, made a break for the bathroom, getting paper towels. It was all no use, though. You were soaked; cold, wet, and uncomfortable. And it was looking like Patrick was on his way to a bar fight.

That’s how the three of you ended up stood outside the bar, you clutching your jacket around your body, Patrick pouting about getting you guys kicked out, and Art feeling sorry that he couldn’t help either of you more.

Patrick moved for his pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and holding it in your direction. Though you didn’t typically smoke, you took one. It had been a night. As Patrick held his lighter up to the end of the cigarette, you two exchanged glances, still lust filled despite the unsavory events that got you here.

All of you sat in silence, taking steady drags off the cigarettes until you laughed, a dry, sarcastic little laugh. “Y’know what’s great?” You looked in their direction. “I don’t even live around here. I came cause I’ve got some friends here, but they all ditched me for their boyfriends and now I’ve got to take the bus home like this,” you spoke frustratedly, looking down at your state. That’s when a sneaky little idea came to Patrick.

“Well, my hotel’s only a 5 minute walk from here. Come shower there, you can dry off and then you can take the bus back to wherever it is,” he nearly insisted. Art shot him a look that you couldn’t quite discern, but Patrick didn’t seem moved by it. “What do ‘ya say? It’s not a bad idea…” he gave you those same puppy dog eyes he had given Art before, and damnit, they really did work. Patrick Zweig could convince the Pope to convert if he wanted to.

“Sure. Yeah, ok, lead the way.” Obviously, you knew deep down that this would not just be some sort of act of convenience and kindness, but hey, you weren't really opposed to that.

On the walk over, Art huddled up close to Patrick, whispering endless questions and concerns. "Dude, what am I supposed to do? Walk of shame back to my place while you get to fuck her?" He snuck a glance back at you trying to make sure you hadn't heard him. Patrick slung an arm around him, though, pulling him in closer.

"Don't you worry, Artie," his tone was mocking, but still somehow reassuring. "Let St. Patrick handle it. I have a feeling both of us will be getting lucky tonight." Art rolled his eyes, absolutely sick of the holiday related talk, but he took it in stride, trusting his friend (against his better judgement). It's not like they hadn't talked about sharing girls before. Maybe it really was that Irish luck that had sent you their way.

Back at Patrick's hotel, which was much nicer than you had expected (it was on his parents' dime, after all), you made a break for the shower, dying to free yourself from the confines of your drenched shirt. While you showered, the guys were talking strategy.

"So if it turns out she is only into one of us, then what," Art asked from the armchair in the corner.

"Then one of us gets to fuck her, obviously. If it comes to it, I'd get out of here for you." Art shakes his head at Patrick's crude words. "But like I said earlier, I think we could both luck out tonight. I mean, she did say she was looking for new experiences after all..."

"Right," Art quipped sarcastically. Both of them in their drunkenness had failed to realize that the water had stopped running, though.

"Imagine the noises she'd make...fuck man. And the way she'd probably give you the best head of your life. You saw her lips, right?"

"Jesus, Patrick, you've gotta stop,” Art sighed, a light laugh escaping though.

"But I'm right, right?" A silence lingered between the two before Art looked to Patrick, a goofy smile painted across his features.

"Yeah. Yeah, you are. I wouldn't make her do that, though. I mean, she seems like she'd be more into receiving than giving anyways, y'know..." And Patrick nodded. He knew exactly what Art meant.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked, making the boys' heads snap back in your direction. Now in only Patrick's t-shirt, which he had promptly stripped off and offered you when you got to the hotel, you padded out of the bathroom.

“Shit, did you hear that,” Art asked, embarrassed. Clearly, he couldn’t have been that embarrassed though, his eyes raking down your bare legs hungrily. Patrick, similarly, took no discretion in ogling you, leaning back and smiling like a cat who got the cream.

“You look good in my shirt, babe.” The nickname was maybe a bit much, but then again, when was Patrick ever afraid of too much?

Taking a seat on the bed, you smiled, looking down at the shirt again, chuckling lightly to yourself.

“You’d look better with it off, though…” he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you could hear it.

One thing led to another and now you, Art, and Patrick were all on the bed, Art kissing your neck and along your jaw while Patrick had lifted up your shirt and was paying close attention to your tits. It was unfamiliar, feeling two sets of lips on you at once, but there was something so euphoric about it too.

“Have you guys done this before-,” a slight gasp escaped your lips, cutting you off. “Shared the same girl?” Art hummed a quick ‘no’ against your skin, but Patrick didn’t even move to speak, only shaking his head ‘no’ as he continued to mouth at your hard nipples.

Patrick pulled away, taking a second to watch the way his best friend sucked at your neck, sure to leave a spot. Call him a cuck, but he felt harder than he’d ever been.

Nestling in behind you, he pulled you in away from Art so you were leaning against his bare chest. He dragged his hands up your waist to your tits, massaging them while placing little kisses along your shoulders. “C’mere Art…” he beckoned. Patrick’s big hands reached down, spreading your legs and holding them open.

Art practically scrambled up to you, a hopeless look in his heavily lidded eyes. You’d lost your shirt long ago, now only in a pair of lacy (soaked) panties.

He pulled them to the side, running a finger through your folds. His fingers were cold causing you to inhale a sharp breath. “Fuck…” he sighed, looking over your shoulder at Patrick. “She’s perfect.” Art slipped your panties down your legs, you helping a bit to kick them off your ankles, and pocketed them, not missing Patrick’s look of impressed approval. He leaned down, then, his fingers returning to your slick heat. He prodded at your hole, pushing one, then two fingers in, the feeling of you tightening around him sending a rush to his cock. He pumped in and out at a rapid pace, making your chest heave and your eyes flutter shut.

He leaned in closer to you, tonguing at your clit, absolutely obsessed with the way you were moaning with your head settled back against Patrick’s shoulder. He licked thick stripes along your pussy, fingers so deep inside you that it was hard to keep your legs spread, squirming and whimpering like a mess. “Fuck, Art… t- too much. M’ gonna… fuck, gonna cum.” That only encouraged him, pressing his face into you with so much dedication. You could feel his nose rub against you as he tongued around your hole, still filled by his fingers. Your hands tangled in his hair while Patrick kissed your neck feverishly, still holding your legs open for Art.

When you came, it was ecstasy. You felt like you were melting into Patrick as you leaned back into him, hips bucking up against Art’s face. Your legs were shaking as Art pulled his fingers out, still sloppily licking into you.

“Okay man, don’t get greedy,” Patrick murmured, pushing Art’s head away boyishly and pulling you up to sit up a little more. You giggled, still a little blissed out but wanting more, wanting to impress them.

“Here,” you started, moving onto all fours. “Let me return the favor.” Art was now in front of you, hard as a rock, while Patrick was left behind you, staring at your glistening pussy. You arched your back a little, ass in the air as you looked back at Patrick. “Well don’t just stand there…”

Patrick found his place behind you, the sound of his zipper coming down music to your ears as you worked on ridding Art of his pants. When you looked up at him, he was blushing, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol doing it to him or the situation at hand. He let out a shuttered breath when you slid his boxers down, his length slapping up against his stomach.

You bit you lip, eyeing his cock and noting the way his tip was pink and leaking precum. "Artie," you say, looking up at him doe eyed as if you weren't about to get spitroasted by two best friends.

"Y- yeah..." he replied, looking down at you pathetically, mouth hanging open as he waited for your reply.

"It's really pretty," you lilt before licking from the base to the tip. His eyes screw shut immediately and he makes a sound unlike any you'd heard before.

Patrick, clearly over the praise for Art, though, thrusts into you with no warning, bottoming out quickly and leaving you gasping for air. "Fuck, warn a girl next time..." you sigh as he stills, the feeling of being completely full overwhelming, but exciting.

"I'm so good I need a warning? I haven't even started moving, babe." Patrick speaks with a mocking tone, but you eat it up. Art, feeling left out then, reaches for your jaw, guiding your lips to his cock again. Everything he does, he does with a gentle, polite sort of touch, and you can admire that, especially when it's so starkly contrasted by Patrick.

When you finally take Art into your mouth, it's hard to miss the way his abs ripple while his cock twitches. You could tell he was long when you looked at it, but you realize just how long when his tip is forcing itself against your throat.

Unbeknownst to you, the two boys exchange looks, Patrick mouthing a '3...2....1' before they both started moving in tandem. Patrick's pace was quick and you could feel just how big he was by the stretch. Art, as if he wanted to outdo his friend, was now uncharacteristically bullying his cock down your throat. Though in true Art fashion, he combed a hand through your hair slowly, sweetly, as if he wasn't practically defiling you.

You couldn't help but gag, the sound only encouraging the two men. "She's so tight, man. You've gotta feel her pussy," Patrick huffed.

"You...were...right..." Art panted, lost in the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. "It's like she was made for this..." He almost felt guilty for being so crass... almost. But he was nothing if not easily influenced by his friend.

"Oh- she definitely liked that," Patrick slurs. "She's squeezing me so tight man -fuck." His hands were firmly holding your hips in place as the sound of skin slapping filled the room, his pace unrelenting.

And with each thrust from Patrick, you only pushed further down onto Art, now a drooling, gagging mess beneath him. You could hardly tell now, unable to focus in light of the mess being made of you, but Art kept a hand holding your jaw, caressing it even, as if to silently say 'good girl'.

Noticing your squirming, Patrick knew you were close. He reached a hand around to your clit, thumbing at it in swift circles and grunting like a mad man when you tightened around him. "Fuck, you like that baby? I know you're close... shit- I can feel it."

With Art still stuffing your mouth, all you could do was nod rapidly, pushing back onto Patrick now. Feeling him hit that spot over and over again, you lost yourself a bit, legs getting shaky as you moaned and whined around Art's cock. And then it snapped, that tight feeling in your stomach released as you came hard around Patrick's cock.

Patrick, reveling in the feeling, kept thrusting in and out, each thrust getting sloppier and more shallow. "Shit, don't worry babe," he breathed out heavily. "I'll -fuck- I'll pull out." But right as he moved to do so, you pulled off of Art abruptly, turning to face Patrick shaking your head. Your lips were swollen and glimmering as you shook your head desperately at Patrick.

"I'm on the pill," is all you said, turning back to Art then. You kissed at his tip before taking him back, deep down into your throat. When Patrick pushed back in, it was like the first time again. In pulling out for even a few seconds, he'd forgotten how good you felt, how tight and warm and wet you were.

And when Patrick's hips began to stutter, the feeling of him completely overstimulating you, he made sure to look Art right in the eyes. "Fuck," he gasped, staring right at his flushed, sweating friend as he came inside you, filling you up.

The image of Patrick, jaw slack and making eye contact, drove Art over the edge. Without any sort of warning, you could suddenly feel hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. He pulled out a bit prematurely, some of his cum spurting onto your lips too, but you made sure to look up at him and lick it up like a champ.

"Holy shit..." he mumbled.

"Holy indeed..." Patrick hummed, pulling out and settling on the bed behind you.

Once you were cleaned up, the three of you nestled into bed, you drifting off in their arms quickly, completely spent from the night's activities. Before either boy could fall asleep, though, Patrick startled Art by ruffling a hand through his hair.

"What's that for," Art asked, bewildered.

"I told you St. Patrick would deliver."

[stayevildarling]

Cordelia Goode x Reader- Hidden Desires

A/N: based on this request 🤍

tw/tags: nsfw, smut, mommy kink, enchanted strap on, breeding kink, blowjob

word count: 3.5k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahelvar , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay, @laavaagirl, @wtfffisgoingonn

The days had grown colder lately, a constant chill in the air whenever you left the academy and stepped into the world. Today in particular it had been so cold that you could feel it trying to enter the safe academy but the fireplace and warm atmosphere kept it warm always. When you woke beside your lover Cordelia that morning, your eyebrows furrowed, it being more whiter and lighter than it should be and as you took a glimpse out the window, you saw the snow covered gardens, feeling a little excited.

With the weekend approaching, the witches had left to do their own things for the next two days, either going to their families or activities outside the coven which- as much as you loved them- you appreciated having Delia to yourself and by your side. The supreme and you needed to do one more thing tonight, a council meeting at another coven before being able to enjoy the weekend together. The two of you had talked about going on a nice walk to a lake nearby, possibly even ice skating or for dinner one night. So far today, you both had breakfast together, Cordelia making you some pancakes, giggling together and speaking about anything and everything.

During lunch she worked in her office, giving you some time to adjust for the upcoming week, preparing your own classes for the witches and doing some housework around the academy. Eventually, the two of you reconnected over some coffee, sitting on the supreme‘s lap as she made you smile, booping your nose and holding you close as the world outside faded, snowflakes falling softly in the background and completing the scene. The blonde was mostly ready and so you decided to leave her for a moment, taking a quick shower before getting ready and dressed for the council meeting.

As soon as you stepped away from the kitchen table, entering the bathroom, your phone chimes and Cordelia brushes it off, focusing on her coffee and the warmth her favorite mug provided. But when it buzzed again and again, curiousity gets the better of her and she glances over your lockscreen, some notifications coming into view, your favorite photo of the supreme and you set as your background photo. She furrows her eyebrows when she sees it‘s from tumblr as she had no idea you used the app to begin with. Her eyes dart back to the stairs you ascended moments ago before putting your phone down and walking to the sink and washing her cup. Her eyes dart back to your phone and she can‘t help herself as she unlocks it, her face ID set on it as well as neither of you had secrets ever.

The supreme clicks on the app before seeing your account but when she swipes the notification her eyebrows raise in surprise, seeing a set of photos with a character of a show the two of you had watched a little while ago after you suggested it. By the time she reads the title and shortly after the warnings, she quickly connected the dots, realizing this was a work of fiction. But then her eyes dart back to the warnings and she gulps as she realizes just what you had been reading, realizing you are on the persons taglist for further updates on the story. Mommy kink, Enchanted Strap-On, Blow Job, Degradation, Breeding. Her eyes read over the words over and over again, in disbelief you are actually into these kinds of things. She can‘t help herself from exploring further, clicking on your profile and seeing how you had shared the specific storie‘s other chapters with hashtags that she couldn‘t quite believe.

The two of you had been keeping things casual, you having been at the academy for years and there always having been a spark between you both but the blonde struggling to accept her feelings after her past but eventually doing so and the two of you having been together for months. Of course you had been intimate but things had been mostly vanilla so far, neither of you quite sure what the other one liked yet but Cordelia had no idea you were into these specific things. With a swift motion she closes the app and locks your phone, going on her own and googling the specific story so she could read it later on tonight and do some of her own research. If this was what you were into- she was going to make sure you could experience it, the supreme enjoying those things a little more than she had led you to believe and wanting to take things slow with you.

By the time you make it back downstairs, you see the supreme waiting with her keys and you join her, your girlfriend opening the car door for you and treating you like her little princess as always. „You look great“ she whispers before kissing your cheek and beginning to head to the nearby academy. But there was something different about her tonight and you could tell. The way her fingers tapped against the steering wheel, the way she hummed along to the songs and how she seemed a million miles away. Even during the council meeting you could tell she wasn‘t truly herself and you couldn‘t help yourself once you both got a break, finding her before checking in. „You okay Delia?“ you ask before she nods reassuringly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

But even that night she seemed preoccupied and you couldn‘t quite place what was bothering her until the next day. It started innocently enough, the two of you enjoying breakfast together before the blonde disappeared into the greenhouse for a while. About an hour later, she finds you in the living room, the fireplace keeping you warm as you are snuggled in a blanket, skipping through the tv and eventually settling on a programme. She sits down beside you before opening her arms and you settle into her before a sense of quiet washes over you, happy to have the supreme in your arms and the weekend to yourselves. Her fingers trail down your back before she glances at you, watching your eyes focused on the TV.

„You know“ she begins, catching your attention as you glance at her. „That show you made us watch a while ago?“ she asks casually as you glance back at the TV. „Hmm which one?“ you ask, remembering quiet a few the two of you had watched recently. „You know the one with the witches?“ she asks and you nod before smiling „Agatha all along?“ and she nods „That‘s the one“. There is silence for a little bit as you both glance back to the television before you snap out of it. „What about it Dee?“ you ask as you miss the slight smirk curling on her lips. „You really liked that woman didn‘t you? Agatha?“ she asks and you nod, not quite understanding the little game she is playing yet. „Yeah she‘s cool“ you brush her off casually before she carries on, not nearly done with you yet.

„Because it turns out“ she carries on as her hand travels from your back a little lower. „I stumbled upon your tumblr profile a few days ago and sweetheart- I did not expect that“ she laughs a little as your eyes snap open and head turns towards her in an instant. „You um.. what?“ you ask a little dumbfounded as you suddenly remember every single one of your posts and how much you had been thirsting over your favorite celebrities and shows on there. „How did you find it?“ you ask before she tuts a little „Well sweetie, it doesn‘t help if you use the same username for every single social media platform“ she chuckles and you gulp, knowing she was right about that one for sure. „But what made you think of tumblr specifically?“ you ask, trying to take the attention away from what she probably saw a little.

„Well remember when you were in the shower yesterday? your phone kept buzzing and I thought it may be important but it turns out it was just some Agatha story“ she explains, so casually and composed it causes your heart to beat ten times faster than before. There is silence again as you bite the inside of your lip, your cheeks burning red at this point. „I had no idea you enjoyed little stories like that and I gotta say that one was… suprising“ she teases as your eyes widen further. „You mean.. you read it?“ you ask, unsure whether this may be a fever dream after all. „I did and I especially enjoyed your little hashtag reviews. What was it again?“ she asks, causing your whole body to tremble under her intense gaze and her words. „Please Mommy? I need this?“ she recalls your words and you avoid her gaze, feeling utterly embarrassed about the whole thing but your legs squeezing together nevertheless at her suggestive tone.

„Oh don‘t be embarassed darling, I had no idea you were into those things“ she coos as her hand meets your chin, fingers gently tilting you back towards her gaze. „You know the good thing is.. I‘m the supreme after all so an enchanted strap is no big deal if that‘s what you want sweet girl“ she explains casually and your eyes widen yet again, mouth hanging slightly open at her words. You knew Cordelia was more experienced than you, knowing she was into kinky stuff as well as she would undeniably always be on top but you could tell she was often holding back that side of her and with how new things had been between you and how slow you had been taking it, it didn‘t bother you at all. But hearing her words you feel both in disbelief but at the same time more turned than you ever had been before.

Both of your eyes lock as your own dart between her eyes and lips, feeling a deep hunger and desire taking over, wanting nothing more than to experience those things with her. In a brave attempt you move closer, capturing her lips in your own and the supreme isn‘t holding back, her hand moving to the back of your head and pulling you in further, tongue swiping over your bottom lip making you moan in response before entering your mouth and exploring you. „Delia please“ you whine after a minute of intense kissing before she smirks into the kiss. „If you want all of those things sweetie, I‘m gonna need you to say it“ she explains and you fake pout as you look at her with big doe eyes. „Please Delia?“ you whine but she shakes her head with a chuckle. „Adress me properly darling“ she instructs and your eyebrows furrow, too taken back by your own desire and how the afternoon had turned out to think straight, not that you ever were.

„Please Ms Supreme?“ you try in a desperate attempt, lunging forward again and hands finding her collar, pulling slightly, remembering she enjoyed when you called her that once. „Nuh uh“ she tuts and you look at her when you realize what she wants. „I can‘t“ you whisper, suddenly feeling utterly shy and embarrassed. „Come on darling, I know this is what you want“ she whispers as she reaches your ear, nibbling on it gently. In a swift motion, she lays you down, the supreme climbing on top of you as she begins kissing your neck, leaving marks that you were sure would stay for weeks to come. Her mouth explores your body, almost like she usually would, but there was a newfound hunger and desire and it drove you insane as your moans filled the quiet living room.

She didn‘t waste much time, with a flick of her wrist ridding you of your entire clothing, a pile appearing on the floor beside you while she remains fully dressed on top of you. Her eyes dart to your trembling hands, taking one of them and squeezing as she begins kissing down your chest, finding your hardened nipples and taking one into her mouth, swirling her tongue and keeping eye contact with you, as you try hard to keep your own eyes open, feeling like you might explode any second from this alone. Before things get any more heated and before she goes near where you need her, she stands abruptly, causing your eyes to rip open as she begins undressing herself, slow and gentle and so Cordelia. Before you can speak, she flicks her wrist again, the strap tugged on her waist, causing you to gasp as you see the dildo and how undeniably hot your girlfriend looks like that.

„All you need to do is say the words“ she teases with a smirk and you fight through the trembling of your voice, the burned cheeks as you compose yourself, quickly sitting before glancing at her. In a swift motion you get on your knees, looking up at her before whispering „May I please, mommy?“ she smiles widely before nodding „Good girl“ the blonde praises before you put your hands around her, seeing the little sparkles of the incarnation and knowing it means she would feel everything you are about to do. You begin slow and almost teasingly, seeing how her chest heaves and her breathing hitches and while she forces her eyes closed, you take your chance before taking her into your mouth. Just the tip at first, never having done this before and only so far have read about it in fanfiction. „Oh god“ she cries out as you keep pushing her further into your mouth, supressing the need to gag and not taking her fully as she chose a rather large toy after all.

Her pupils blow as her hands fist your hair, gently guiding you back and forth, feeling every sensation of your mouth and tongue and internally grateful she decided to snoop through your phone the day before. In a swift motion she pulls you up gently, taking you into her arms before laying you back down on the large sofa. As she lays you down, she balances on her knees, the two of you suddenly feeling the urge and need to experience this together, not caring about anymore foreplay or the usual stuff. „Are you sure you want..“ she begins but you nod frantically „Yes mommy please“ you supress the need to scream in desperation as your desperate eyes find hers. „Okay okay“ she chuckles before carefully aligning herself with your wet core.

The second she slides her cock inside you you moan, the sensation unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had tried a toy on yourself before but this felt so much more like what you assume to be the real thing, seeing how she slowly sinks into you, her nipples hard, chest heaving and mouth agape as she bites her lips, suppressing the need to scream herself as she never anticipated this to feel that good. The supreme can feel how tight you are, your walls practically swallowing her hardened dick as she slowly begins moving her hips in synch with yours, hands frantically searching yours as the feeling almost takes her breath away. „Mommy“ you whisper as you throw your head to the side in pleasure, gripping her thighs, your nails leaving marks as you dig into the skin. But your girlfriend couldn‘t care less, the feeling of having you like this, feeling like she may be high.

The two of you quickly get addicted to the feeling and you couldn‘t deny how much it turned you on to have her on top of you, inside you and filling you up so well, praises falling from her lips as her hands explore your body and lips find yours hungrily. She changes positions after a while, the two of you desperate to try this together and eventually she has you wrapped around her body, legs around her as she carries you upstairs, the sofa suddenly too small for this. The blonde takes you to bed, the door slamming shut as she presses you against it, still inside you as tears stream down your cheeks from the pleasure, feeling your orgasm fast approaching. „Delia please“ you whine as she lays you down and before you know it you are on your stomach, the supreme behind you as she begins pounding into you from behind.

The only sound in the quiet bedroom and academy is the sound of skin slapping, Cordelia on her knees again as she pounds into you, no sign of any vanilla as this was so much more intense and intimate, her magic bounding you two as you can both feel each other‘s magic flowing through your veins. And considering she was the supreme, it only made the feeling stronger and the pure bliss streaming through your body. „Mommy please I‘m gonna“ you breathe but she stops you as her hand travels to your throat „Just a little longer darling, you are doing so well“ she praises and you nod as you force yourself to hold it in, the sensation driving you crazy. It doesn‘t take long before you are on your back again, the supreme now laying on top of you as your hips move in synch, lips hungrily finding each other and hearts beating in synch against each other‘s chests.

„You are so tight, god- you feel so good sweetie“ she whispers and you can‘t help the loud moan that follows when she speeds her movements. „Cordelia.. mommy please“ you cry, tears still flowing down your cheeks from the pure bliss of it all. Her hand finds your cheek, wiping them gently before she hungrily explores your mouth again. Despite your entire body about to give out, you begin arching your back, moving your hips into her and the new slight angle causes the older woman to moan as she feels her own orgasm approaching. „Please mommy cum for me- I want you to fill me up please“ you cry and her eyes close at hearing your words, using the last bit of her strength to go even deeper and faster and before you both know it, you feel her juices coating your walls, your cum dripping down her dick as your orgasms wash over you. „Oh sweetheart“ she pants as a gutteral scream escapes you.

Your girlfriend swallows the rest of your moans with her mouth, sweaty foreheads touching as your mouths are open, kissing and gasping for air all at the same time. Neither of you manage to move, hips still slowly moving as neither of you want this feeling to stop, the smell of honey and your mixed cums in the air and your ragged breathing echoing in the room. The sensation is beyond anything you had ever felt before, every single muscle in your body relaxing after tensing so much before, your heart tingling with love for your girlfriend.

There is silence for a while, the only sound in the room your ragged breathing mixing together and by the time you open your eyes, you see the blonde beautiful angel, her hair sprawled across your chest. Her eyes are closed as her fingers ghost over your skin and there is a faint smile on her lips. „Delia..“ you whisper and her eyes find yours as your eyes lock. „That was..“ you begin but she swallows your words by kissing you before whispering „I know sweet girl“. The blonde moves slightly and thats when the familiar tension returns to your core as you feel her moving inside you as she still hadn‘t pulled out of you, neither of you wanting the feeling to end.

And as your eyes meet again, the desire returns and she moves back gently before you take over, laying her down and climbing on top of her before you allign her by now hardened enchanged strap with your entrance again. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she watches you sink into her fully, a sigh of bliss escaping her as she watches you bounce on her, up and down, tits bouncing and eyes closing as you grip her hands. She holds you tightly in place, moving her hips to reach into you even deeper. „You‘re so hot Y/N“ she whispers as the two of you are about to reach your orgasm together again.

„I‘m so glad. - I accidentally read that“ the supreme pants underneath you and you smirk before whispering „Accidentally huh?“ and the two of you giggle for a moment before you turn your focus back on how you feel inside each other. And if one thing was for sure, there was not gonna be any vanilla sex anytime soon, not with how good Cordelia made you feel tonight and how this side of you turned your girlfriend even crazier for you.

[cagenewman]

"No," he murmured, pulling himself back to the present and pulling back to look at her, pulling his face into a firm, sincere expression. "Nothing is wrong with you. And I won't let you blame yourself for this any more than you would let me blame myself, okay?" he cupped her face with his free hand, brushing his thumb under her eye to clear away the tears, listening as she talked about their kids, how much she loved them, more than she could breathe, taking solace in that for a moment, nodding his head in agreement. "And they love you. And I love you. I love you, Cordelia," he felt like he hadn't said it enough in recent weeks, whether it be because of sleeping in separate bedrooms, or wrapping his head around the big step they thought that their life had taken. But he could -- and would -- say it a million times a day, if he could. "She would have loved that," he whispered sadly, the hand at her face gently stroking his cheek. A daughter with a nod to his mother, the same way Lou's boy had a nod to their father. At her apology, when she said that it had happened to him, too, he nodded blearily, squeezing her hand again and straightening himself up, taking in a deep breath that filled his chest and blowing it out slowly, bringing both hands up to rub at his eyes, wiping away the tears, brushing his cheeks on bare shoulders. "I'm okay," he promised, nodding his head once, and then a little more curtly. "I'll be okay. We are going to be okay," he'd repeat it as a mantra until they both believed it, pressing a kiss to her temple and carefully sliding out from under her as he found his feet on the floor. "I can do that. Can you do me a favor and drink that tea, though? Please? It should still be a little warm," but he would feel better if he stomach wasn't entirely empty, that protective, nurturing side slipping out as he made his way into the bathroom, returning with the heating pad from the cabinet, returning to her side of the bed, plugging it in and waiting for her to get situated again, gently placing it over her stomach, low, laying his hand there for a moment and looking back up at her face. "That should help a little bit." After making sure that she was situated, he flicked the new bedside lamp on, pulling back the blankets on his side to slide under, fixing his pillows he had been leaning against, and sliding one arm under her head, pulling her gently against his body. "Try to rest, okay? I'll be right here with you."

"I know." Her voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper at this point. If Cage could have given her the world and then some, he would have. Taken every bit of pain, in fact, if he could have he would have prevented this from ever happening -- not the pregnancy but her from losing the pregnancy. It was the kind of man that he was, that he would go above and beyond for his wife, the love of his life, and she could see it in his eyes. There was no doubt that despite their disagreements in the beginning, that he would have fallen more in love with what should have been their unborn child. Deep down she knew that, he knew that, and that was what was so crushing, he didn't get a chance to feel that. "I know you would have loved her, ever ounce of her would have become your world." she murmured, it was kind of amazing how they had just come to the decision that this baby would have been their little girl. "We might not have planned it but it was meant to be, she was meant to be, even if we only got to have her this way for a short time." It was utterly heart crushing, Cordelia actually felt like she could feel the pain in her chest physically cracking. "But somehow it has to be my fault, it's my body at the end of the day, I -- there has to be a reason even if they don't understand what the reason is. Something was wrong with me or something I did because this wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to be what happened." Tears spilling down her cheeks, the agony setting in as she continued to feel the pain that she knew would happen. "I know we're so incredibly lucky to have a daughter and son, and two more beautiful children that are ours. Even if it's not conventional and I love all of them more than I can breathe." Which was kind of hard right now as she choked words out in between tears. "I ... I would have wanted to name her after your mom." she said eyes flooding with tears, "Since I kept dreaming about her that was always the plan, to tell you when we found out I wanted to name her after your mom and let her carry that piece of her." But now that piece was gone, and somehow she knew if they ever tried again, this time actually wanting to try, she'd never be able to use that name. That name attached to this baby they didn't even know, but in her heart, she knew that it was her. Her hand grasped his on her belly, a reminder of empty and hallow now as she shifted, a feeling of a dull ache in her stomach knowing that she had been feeling it on and off all day. "I'm sorry this happened to you too." Because the truth was, he had to experience the loss too, maybe not physically, but he still had to grieve in some form of knowing what could have been. "I think I could really use a heating pad and then could we just... lay together please?" she asked softly. "Think I'm going to stay home this week after all."

[this-tastes-lemony]

Falsettos Food Theory

Okay so someone asked what this is and I really wanna explain! So the falsettos food theory is that food represents love throughout the Marvin trilogy.

In the show, In Trousers, Marvin is very strict about what kind of food he wants, and he gets very upset when he doesn’t get it imminently or the way he wants. For example, in the song ‘How Marvin Eats his Breakfast” there is the lyric,

“No one looks busy in this kitchen

And my breakfast isn't ready

And my stomach aches.”

This is in reference to that no one at that moment is giving him the love that he wants, and that he aches for it. Later in the song he also says ,

“I don't want miracles from heaven

Just some eggies over spinach over toast

No, I will not apologize!

She should win a prize:

Very best emoting

That girl can't cook”

When he says the first line he doesn’t literally mean he just wants a basic breakfast, he means that he doesn’t want much, he just wants to feel loved. By saving “that girl can’t cook” he doesn’t mean she’s lousy at making food, he means that she doesn’t give him the kind of love that he wants. One of the other ladies says

“maybe she can’t cook, but have you seen her milk a cow?” Implying that sexually she “provides” to Marvin, even if he doesn’t romantically like her (obviously this means nothing, just because they can be sexually active does not mean that it is love).

Another one is in Whizzer Going Down he says,

“he hates my wife

I hate his food”.

He’s saying he hates when Whizzer shows him love because he is not ready to accept the fact that he can be loved and he can love another man.

There are many more references of this in the show In Trousers and if anyone wants to hear them I’ll gladly go into it in another post!!

The ones in Falsettos are even more obvious references to love. In the song Tight Knit Family, Marvin sings,

“We all eat as one

Wife, friend, and son

And I sing out as they cook

I love my tight-knit family

I love the way they cook linguine”

They all eat as one meaning they are all receiving love from one another, even if it isn’t good. The next line being “I sing out as they cook” (singing out meaning to say or shout something loudly, most likely implying the unhealthy relationship he’s in with his family) this line is saying that while they provide him love and what ever he asks, he continues to complain about it.

However, in the next line he says “I love the way they cook linguine” which is a considered normal traditional meal for a lot people. This is showing that he enjoys when they provide him with basic normal love, instead of arguing or disagreeing with him.

Another reference later on in the musical is in the ENTIRETY of the song “This Had Better Come To A Stop”. The first set of unique lyrics though is what I’ll cover.

“Whizzer's supposed to always be here

Making dinner, set to screw

That's what pretty boys should do

Check their hairlines, make the dinner

And love me”

This is saying that Whizzer is supposed to always be at Marvin’s command, loving him and giving himself to Marvin sexually at all times. He mentions making dinner twice in these lyrics, again implying that he doesn’t want Whizzers love unless it’s later in the day once he’s gotten his love from his other family ( breakfast specifically).

Another general reference to food equaling love is Cordelia’s entire character. All she does throughout the show is provide food and such to the characters, this being her giving them constant love. Since Cordelia was giving Marvin so much food (presumably) during the two year gap during intermission, we can assume that her unique and (sometimes) not so great food taught him that he doesn’t always get to choose what to eat, but that he should be greatful someone is cooking for him anyway. I think Cordelia is one of the most amazing characters in the story.

For all of the song “Days Like This” she’s trying to get Whizzer to eat something, meaning she’s trying to share her love with him.

In the song “Jason’s Bar Mitzvah”, Dr. Charlotte says

“She's cooked for some 200 guests

[CORDELIA]

We number not that many

Actually... we're seven”

This shows that she has provided so much love for all of these people, even though there’s only seven. Only a couple lines later, she tries the food Cordelia made, and says that the food “tastes really yummy.” (in the pro shot Trina nods her head to agree).

This is important to me because it shows that Cordelia finally found a way to show/express her love with the rest of the characters, and have them reciprocate it for the first time on stage, showing that they are all at peace and finally love each other.

Just like in trousers there are hundreds of more references in Falsettos so if any of you would like me to go more into it I’d be happy to!

This is all speculation of course, we don’t know if any of this was intentional, buts it’s by far my favorite thing to talk about that’s falsettos related. Hope you enjoyed reading!

[something-random18]

If I had a nickle for every time this happend, I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happend twice.

[cagenewman]

WHO: Cage & @cordelianewman

WHERE: Newman Home, countryside

WHEN: early April, 2025

Any other time that Cordelia admitted that she wasn't feeling well, Cage would have made a pot of tea, took the time to draw her a bath, suggested a movie night on the couch. All things that they could still do, or... the alternative, they could end up spending the night celebrating something else that they had been trying to achieve. The thought sparked a fluttering behind his ribs, even though Cage knew not to give into that just yet. It was early; they had only started trying a little over a month ago, Cordelia had just come off of her birth control, but... it happened sometimes, right? So in a quiet moment after dinner, once the boys left the room to go watch television, play games, do whatever teenaged boys did on a random school night when homework was done, he caught his wife's eyes from where he was tucking the last of the dishes away in the cabinet, drying his hands off on the towel on his shoulder. He took a deep breath, and then -- "do you want to take a test?"

[narilily]

"Just give them some milk, they'll be okay," she laughed, knowing that it seemed to be the go-to whenever someone was eating something a little spicy and needed that touch of relief that they just couldn't get anywhere else. Did it work in this scenario? She really didn't know, but there was only one way to find out. "I think that's pretty standard for teenaged boys, right? You don't know if you're going to have the level-headed peek into adulthood, or the very tall children that make really goofy decisions just for the sake of saying that they did it." Nari, for one, was pretty grateful that she didn't have to worry about that. Her closest relative -- or closest thing to a child, somedays -- was Ant, and he was pretty mature. Most of the time. "We'll just… make sure any pepper plants stay on your porch, out of the reach of teenaged boys or little girls," she laughed, nodding her head. "Oh god, yeah. This week is so jam packed, whether you're working or just hanging out at the festival, I feel like you get a peek of that, with Cage," she had stopped by Creekside a couple of times, picked up some new things for her patio and inside the house, knew how busy it had been over the past week. "I hope you'll love them! I mean, I'm sure that you will, but you know how it is -- there's always nerves," Nari admitted with a softer laugh. Especially when it came to a wedding dress; that had to be perfect.

"Without a doubt, and with Shawn there to egg him on or do it along side him. I rather not have two teenagers rolling around in pain in their beds because they thought they could handle it." It was something she could picture between the teenage boys, and then them bemoaning in pain as Cordelia would absolutely be the one running around between their rooms taking care of them, while Cage probably protested they'd be fine and let them live with the fact they had made it into a contest. "Shawn is great, but he can be competitive, have you seen him on the field?" she asked, "So I feel like it could go either way depending on the mood in the air." Really, she didn't know what way it could go. "That'll be perfect, really, given I have a feeling everyone is going to be swamped with Creek Fest attempting to do as much as possible." She was so grateful that Nari was making her dresses, something they had come to figure out that she wanted two different dresses, slightly similar but different all in the same vein of things. "Cannot wait to see how it looks since I've last seen some of what you showed me, you seriously are a true talent." Really, she was, and she'd cherish these dresses forever. "At least until winter comes around and everyone wants their winter flowers and plants decorating every inch of town and their homes."

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jace & @cordeliaeli

WHERE: Emergency Services Carnival

WHEN: July, 2024

Truth be told, Jason hadn't been sure what to expect when the inevitable run in with his parents occurred. It was too small of a town to not happen: eventually, their paths would cross, or they would seek him out, try to talk to him, sway him into seeing their side of things. Not that he thought they stood a chance with that idea. But he couldn't say that he had expected the run-in to occur at the carnival, and hadn't expected to leave a perfectly good French fry behind when he had picked himself up from the table to walk away from the conversation. Salt and vinegar ratio be damned.

He wasn't really sure where he was going, what his goal was, but he saw his sister across the way, standing by a carnival game, probably watching as Rosalyn played, or maybe Colton, and he knew that he shouldn't interrupt her, shouldn't steal her away from her family. But she was his family, he had to remind himself of that of that, too, that his life was different now. As he approached from the side, he reached out to gently touch her elbow, and let out a breath, "I talked to mom and dad."

[raisedbythetv89]

will y’all jump me if I say while I’m not necessarily glad cordy bullied xander and willow all those years bc school and being a kid is hard enough….. but also like ya know how sometimes you learn that the people who were shunned/bullied by the group or had no friends turns out were actually for a completely valid reasons?

It’s like that because Cordy warning Buffy to stay away from Willow and Xander given the absolute gutter garbage selfish ass “friends” they turned out to be to Buffy…. SHE WAS NOT WRONG

Buffy would have absolutely been better off befriending (and in my ideal world also dating Cordy instead of creepy patronizing abusive manipulative angel) Cordelia and Harmony

And no I do not in anyway believe Cordy’s bullying is to blame for Willow and Xander’s behavior as friends if anything their responses to the hardship created by her show just how unfit they are to be Buffy’s friends

Harmony would just think Buffy was really cool and be the damsel Buffy was always needing to save because duh and Cordy would have kept Buffy from being taken advantage of by the watcher’s council much sooner and potentially could have stopped her from being killed by the master in season 1 bc she sees things so clearly and is so blunt about everything she’d be like “why don’t you just wait and see what happens with this master guy if you don’t go with the annoying one first he hasn’t been able to get out all this time so why the hell would you go to him now???” (this is all based on who all these characters grew into which gives us insights into the potential they had within them that would have been brought out in the face of hardships not saying this is the dynamic that would have started right away but what it would have developed into as the three of them slowly became friends over time in season 1 and obviously would have required NOT joss whedon and david greenwalt as writers who very intentionally gave buffy shitty friends)

[tiredandoptimistic]

Clary and Isabelle's friendship is actually the best thing ever. They are absolutely owning the internalized misogyny through their combined swag.

[joshlane]

"From your mouth to God's ears," Josh replied with a shake of his head. He was pretty sure that the last thing that any of them wanted was to have to make a run from the beach to their cars, because getting soaking wet and covering oneself with sand didn't seem like the most appealing idea. Plus side -- they lived in a beach town and could always come back at another time if it did rain, even if they didn't want to have their day ruined. Still, if it was just a small, passing shower, they might be able to survive it with no worries. "Or just helpful friends who don't let your things go for a tumble along the beach," he laughed, before looking at the food that she brought along with her, smiling at the options. "You really do come prepared! Do you think that's the mother gene? Always wanting to make sure that you make enough that the kids have leftovers in case they eat it all up?" Or maybe just generally being a woman and being smarter than everyone around her, too. "I was! I did a little surfing, now I'm sort of where you're at -- relaxing a bit, enjoying the sunshine and the warm air. Ocean's just heating up now, you get far enough out there, it's still got that chill to it."

Maine was definitely full of surprises, it was beautiful and gave off the most beautiful scenery during summer time, but it still could be tricky sometimes. Which meant wind could pick up and send your picnic blanket flying down the beach. Thankfully someone she knew decently enough was nice enough to grab it before it became part of the ocean. "I think it's just early enough to catch those winds. Hopefully it'll settle as it gets later into the day and won't actually be a storm." Given she did want to relax and spend time outside instead of with her nose in a book -- or, specifically, a text book. "Always honorable." she chuckled, "But please at least let me." she dug through her bigger bag until she pulled out some container. "Apparently I bring enough in case I find a homeless group of people to feed." Because there was no way that Cordelia would consume that amount of food she had packed by herself. "It's perfect." Putting the dishes down on the blanket. "Can dip my toes in, come back here, get some sun, them hide under the shade." After all, she didn't need a bad burn or anything. That was one thing that could turn her into a big baby. "Are you down here enjoying a day off yourself?"

[lvrrgirlll]

2019 patrick x miss honey coded/kindergarten teacher reader

In a moment of desperation from both of you, you two resort to Tinder. He was looking for a place to stay, too broke to afford even the cheapest motel. You were looking for some company, desperately lonely in your own personal life even in spite of the fulfillment you felt from your job.

When he asked you to meet for drinks, you felt somewhat wary, never one to drink much, but agreed anyways. You were too lonely to refuse. Upon meeting him, you were surprised, but you knew you shouldn’t have been. His profile told you everything you needed to know. He was scruffy, seemingly polite, though he cussed like a sailor, and he obviously wanted to sleep with you. But it had been so long since that had even happened for you… and you couldn’t deny it was nice to feel wanted.

Of course, you ended up taking him home. He let out a laugh, mostly out of surprise, when he saw the literal cottage you lived in. He marveled at the live flowers around your home and the eclectic interior. That is, before he kissed you as if he was never going to let go.

That was Saturday night. He had slept over, of course, that being his plan all along. Sunday morning you were up before 10am reading with a glass of tea while his toned body laid asleep in your bed. When he finally woke, you offered him tea and a croissant. He eventually asked you the questions that had been pressing on his mind, namely why you dressed ‘like you were going to church.’ Of course, you answered that you were a kindergarten teacher, which he said ‘made a lot of sense.’

That evening he explained his circumstances, you, of course, taking pity on him for having to sleep in his car, and offering he stay for the rest of the challenger. You told him it didn’t come with a price though. He originally was excited, thinking you meant sex, but he was disillusioned when you put him to work on ribbon garlands. “They’re for my class! I showed them a tiny one and they loved it so I said I’d make big ones to put around the classroom.”

He rolled his eyes, but his smile gave him away. He found your dedication sweet. You showed him pictures of your class and told him about all the wild, funny things the kids said, while he worked diligently on the garland. Neither of you realized but you had been chatting and working till 3am, the smoke of your cinnamon scented candle putting itself out as it drown in wax alerting you two. At one point you had dozed off, your head in Patrick’s lap, and he just didn’t have the heart to wake you. When you did wake up, immediately getting back to work, you chastised him for letting you get ‘sidetracked’ by sleep, to which he just chuckled.

When you did finally go to bed, you had thankfully finished the garland and could relax comfortably in Patrick’s arms, even if you would have to go work in only a few hours. You thought you could get used to this.