#you brought this upon yourself this is my favorite topic.

[readychilledwine]

Slow Hands

Part Two

A/N - Here's the first post for my "Here's to 100" Celebration week. 💙 I'm starting off with something I've received a few requests and messages about.

Warnings - mentions of abuse/trauma, mentions of child abuse, mentions of scars. Smut smut smut. Anal play, pet/master dom and sub dynamic play. Fingering, oral (m recving)/throat fucking. Minors DNI.

Part One

Lyria leaned closer into her mirror, examining the peachy nude lipstick she was wearing one more time before standing up straight and fixing part of her hair.

She was putting so much effort into her looks for a male. Something her brothers would frown upon since they normally praised her natural beauty. She had curled and braided her hair in places before pulling into a messy yet almost flirty, high ponytail. She had done her makeup. She put on expensive perfume.

She was even wearing a dress, something she had not done since being freed from the mountain. She brushed her hands along the baby blue fabric one more time before moving to look herself over in the full length mirror. The dress was one Rhysand had actually bought for her when he first brought her here. He loved the way the color sat on her golden skin tone, how it brought out the red in her hair. He had told her to save the little number for her first date in his court.

She didn't think he had planned on that date being with his brother. She pulled on her heels and put on the earrings she had picked for the night. A soft knock on her door made her heart beat pick up as she made her way over.

She opened the door, allowing Azriel in. "Hey, you're early." He was silent, staring at her with his mouth slightly parted. "Do I look okay? Rhys told me you had picked somewhere really nice, I can change." He grabbed her arm as she moved to go back to her room.

"You look stunning. I just didn't expect," he studied her again. The way the dress hugged her upper body, cinching at her small waist, before flaring out slightly and ending above her knees. Her long legs highlighted by the heels she was wearing. "Gods, you're beautiful."

She smiled softly at him. "You aren't so bad looking yourself." He was dressed in tighter black trousers, a black button up shirt. He had on several rings and a watch. "Let me grab my purse and we can go."

"You don't need your purse." He offered her his arm. "Let's just go get dinner."

—----------

The restaurant Azriel brought her to was an Inner Circle favorite by the Sindra. Faelights and candles adorned the patio they had opted to sit on to enjoy the beautiful summer evening.

He found himself falling into easy conversation with her. They had spoken about his upbringing, how they met Rhys, about how she got into healing.

There was a couple tense topics Azriel wanted to approach with the Heiress, like the topic of her older brothers, of her fathers, of why Rhysand had brought her here and hid her from all of them until now, but he danced around them waiting for her to make an opening. He was tired of waiting though, and needed answers before he put his plan for tonight into action.

"Do you talk to your brothers?" She looked at him a little shocked and blinked. "If you don't mind me asking." She does, a shadow whispered. Gentle.

Lyria sighed, pushing her pasta around her plate. "I speak with Eris and Lucien. I do not talk to the other males I have the unfortunate pleasure of being related to."

Azriel nodded. "What's Eris actually like? Behind that mask and bullshit self defense mechanism?"

Lyria looked at Azriel and sighed softly. "Ask me what you actually want to ask."

"What happened with Mor? Did you have part in it?"

Lyria shook her head. "I was a child when they were engaged. All I remember from that night was Eris had allowed me to ride with him on a border patrol. We found her, and he begged her to let us help. She refused. He asked if he could at least get her somewhere she'd be safer, and could be found because the Autumn forest isn't a good place for people my father deems unworthy."

Lyria sighed again. "He had me use what little knowledge I had on winnowing to get her to the clearing you found her in. He hardly slept that night. I know there were discussions between the two of them before this all happened, some hushed fighting, but Eris protected me from whatever little things he could that would lead to Beron hurting me or using me. Mor included."

Azriel nodded. Slowly processing the added information. "So he isn't lying?"

"Eris is kind, caring, funny. He would have never purposely hurt her." Lyria pushed her plate away. "And your question on Lu?"

"How much has he told you?"

Lyria shook her head again before beginning to play with her hair. "Not much honestly. He's not thrilled we are here together, but he understands I am grown enough to make my own choices."

Azriel nodded again. "Why did Rhys hide you for so long?"

She shook her head and held up her arm, a small bargain tattoo unveiling itself. "I can't tell you that. Can we go? I feel like some of this is better discussed alone."

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Azriel pulled her closer to him as they sat on her couch. Talking had quickly turned into kissing, and kissing to heavy touching. Her nails were currently dragging down his bare chest, shirt long lost in some corner of her house, as he ran his own hands up her bare thighs.

Azriel lifted her, remembering he had wanted to repay a favor, and began walking her down the hallway to the room they were in last week.

It came alive the second they entered. Candles and faelights began to brighten, the sounds of nature setting in softly in the background. The soft smell of jasmine and honey hit his nose. "Why is it so… sensual smelling in here tonight?"

Lyria threw her head back with a soft moan as Azriel moved his kisses down her throat and neck. "Feyre and Rhys booked a couples massage lesson. I taught them little tips and tricks based in pleasure massage, they had champagne and chocolates, went home to try to make baby number two." Az chuckled softly against her throat. "Don't laugh. Couples in Velaris go crazy for my date night packages!"

Azriel kissed her deeply again, beginning to unlace the dress she was wearing. "And when is the last time someone took care of your body, Lyria?"

She knew it was a coded question. He was asking her two things. "It's been a while." She confessed.

"Let me take care of you, little fox. Get undressed. Lay on the table on your stomach." He kissed her gently before leaving the room to give her privacy to undress.

Lyria heated the table and blanket, sighing happily as she allowed the dress to fall and hung it. She got on the table, giggling as a shadow caressed her hair before covering her with a towel and Azriel entered.

Her approached her slowly, hand gently running her upper thigh to her ankle as he began to hold back anticipation over her newly exposed skin. He ran his hand softly back up the other leg, admiring every freckle on her shoulders before pausing to look at the scarring on her back.

She had been beaten with something, he ran a hand down one, the familiar sensation of a burn scar under his finger tips. Something that was on fire. "Who did this to you?"

Lyria sighed, turning to look at him with a brow raised. "Beron. His favorite method to put me in line with was a 9 tail whip. He liked how thin the scars were. If I was being extra defiant, he'd light the whip on fire after force feeding me faebane." She felt Azriel's grip on the table, his knuckles had turned white. Lyria pulled one of his hands to her head, laying it back down, "Start with the scalp and work down."

Azriel took a few stilling breaths, his hand instantly beginning to scratch and pull at her hair gently from the base. She let out a soft nose that brought him back to her, back to this moment. He didn't speak as he began to try to take care of her. He watched as she shivered slightly as he gripped the hair at the base of her neck. "You are beautiful," he whispered to her. "So beautiful."

Lyria moaned as his hands moved down to her neck and shoulders. He watched her shiver again, signaling to him he had found the right amount of pressure. He worked the tension out slowly before moving lower.

Lyria sighed softly as Azriel's hands ran along her back. He was being so gentle with her even if it was clear he didn't exactly know what he was doing.

She moaned as he applied more pressure to a tighter area, causing the male to grin with satisfaction. "Like that, little fox?"

"Just like that," her voice had become breathy, eyes fluttering shut. He was doing the best he could to remember her motions from the week before, copying them as closely as possible.

Azriel was almost desperate to see her fall apart the way he had. He was desperate to repay that favor. He allowed his shadows to begin exploring. Watching as they played in her hair, down her back, over the perfect ass he'd been dreaming about.

His goal was set as she moaned as he moved to another tight area. Lyria was going to cum for him tonight, and he honestly did not care how.

His methods became more focused, he began softer touches, watching as goosebumps danced across her skin. His shadows had begun to play in her hair. She was catching on to what was happening. "Whatcha doin', Az?" Her tone was playful as she lifted herself to peek over her shoulder at the blushing male.

Azriel smirked at her, a scarred hand going under the towel to touch the bare skin of her ass and squeezing it. "Repaying a favor." He started to use methods he knew worked. He began kissing her back and neck, whispering into her ear. "Do you want me to touch you, Lyria?"

"Cauldron boil me," she moaned softly as he bit her shoulder. He smirked as she arched her back slightly into him. He could smell her. The scent of their arousal mixing in the air as he moved his hand lower and closer to her core. A soft whimper left her throat. "Please."

"Please what, princess?"

"Touch me."

Azriel wasted no time, running his fingers on her already soaked core before pushing two into her. He used his other hand to tangle into her soft hair, pulling it to force her back to arch more. "Such a pretty little thing." She moaned loudly as his finger stretched her open.

"Azriel," her voice had gone completely breathy at this point. "Feels so good."

He smirked. "Just wait, princess. Your pretty cunt will feel so good wrapped around me." He pulled his fingers out of her, quickly turning her over on table and pulling her closer to the ledge. His fingers returned to her again, his thumb now joining in his assault on her by brushing against her clit. She had propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Azriel's fingers sunk in and out of her.

She was moaning his name, moaning praise, gasping softly with each delicious pull and push. "Look at me," he said. "Eyes on mine, princess." She looked into Azriel's hazel eyes. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Do you want to cum on my fingers?"

Lyria nodded, her red hair bouncing slightly at the motion. "Please."

"What do I get?" She whined as he curled his fingers into that perfect spot.

"Anything. You can have anything." Azriel hummed, and sped up his hands movements, groaning to himself as he felt her walls twitching around his fingers, tightening in excitement. Lyria was still following his orders, her beautiful eyes locked on his as her mouth fell open.

Azriel leaned forward, pushing her submission to find out exactly what he was dealing with. He grabbed her chin with his spare hand, holding her jaw open as he maintained eye contact with her, and then spit into her mouth. "Swallow." She did. "Cum, little fox." And she did. Lyria felt that coil snap in her stomach. He forced her to keep eye contact with him as she moaned out his name loudly, her toes curling. Shadows began to play along her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples causing more stimulation and prolonging her orgasm.

Azriel smirked as she rode his hand through her high, chest heaving. "On your knees. Take my pants off." He removed his fingers from her, pulling them to his mouth to suck them clean as he stepped back.

Lyria obeyed, getting on her knees in front of him and unlacing the tight material. She pulled them down his thighs and removed them, running her hands back up his thighs as she sat and waited. "Mouth open, hands behind your back. Tap my thigh twice if it's too much." He stroked his cock, watching as she got into position and parted her lips for him. "Gods, you are obedient, aren't you?"

"I just want to be your good girl," the soft confession almost made Azriel feel guilty as he pushed himself into her mouth, gripping the back of her head to hold her in place as the base of him.

"And you are." He began to fuck her throat slowly, watching her face as drool and tears began to form. His hands were laced tight into her hair for control as he growled above her. "Look so beautiful with my cock down your throat. Such a pretty little mess." She gagged softly around him. Play. He commanded his shadows, smirking as she moaned loudly at them beginning to trace over her clit, her nipples, dragging themselves between her folds. He picked up speed, watching as her mascara began to run, moaning as he destroyed her.

A familiar tight feeling started in his abs as his wings began to flare more. Azriel ripped her off of him and up before it could go further than he wanted and bent her over the table. "Are you on the tonic?" She nodded, unable to form words as his shadows continued their assault. "Good." Azriel lined himself up and pushed inside of her, head falling back into his shoulders as they both moaned. He grabbed both of her arms, pulling her slightly off the table and forcing her to use her abs to support herself.

He set a fast pace, filling her in a way no male ever had before. Stretching her more than any male had before. Lyria was quickly a mess, moaning his name and meeting his thrusts. "Is that the only word my beautiful little fox knows now? Have I fucked you so dumb already you can only say my name?" The drag of his cock as he teased her made her whimper and nod. "Fucking perfect. You are fucking perfect." Azriel grabbed both of her wrists in one hand. His other hand was squeezing her ass again as she laid back on the table.

"How far can I push you, Lyria? Where's the line?" Azriel began to tease her other hole. "Should we find out, princess?"

A scream of his name as he found that sensitive spot in her cunt was her only response. He could feel her wetness dripping, he could feel her tightening around his cock. He took the chance and pushed his thumb into her ass, chuckling as she moaned his name again. "Azriel, fuck! Please."

"Flithy fucking whore, aren't you?" Lyria nodded, smiling at the accusation. "Should I fuck your pretty ass next time? Gods, I'm going to fucking keep you. Can I keep you baby girl? Lock you up in my cabin in chains and just use this little body? Ill treat you like such a good little pet baby. You will be so spoiled."

Lyria was lost, pleasure building so tightly in her stomach she was going to explode soon. He felt so good inside of her and each groan and growl he released had her body fluttering in feminine pleasure. "Yes, master." Azriel groaned above her. "You can keep me."

He was smirking behind her again. He began thrusting even harder into the overly sensitive spot, growling as she got impossibly tighter around him. "Good little pet." His thumb was moving in time with his cock, he could feel it dragging, adding stimulation for both of them. Lyria was twitching around him, drooling and whispering in his name as over sensitivity set in. "Are you going to cum with my thumb in your ass, pet?"

A harsh thrust came after the question, making Lyria see stars as her toes began to curl again. "Yes, master. Can I cum? Please?"

Azriel growled again, his own orgasm right within reach. "Cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock. I want to feel you fall apart on me."

She came with a scream of his name, Azriel roaring behind her as he also fell over the edge with that final stimulation of her walls fluttering around him. "That's it, pet. There you go." The hand holding her wrist dropped them, guiding her soft pushing against his hips to pull him further into her. "Good girl, Lyria." He pulled his other hand out of her, resting it by her waist as he ran the other up and down her back. "Took me so well, baby."

Lyria shuttered at the praise. Her eyes shut as she came down fully. "We should do this again." Azriel nodded in agreement, pulling out of her slowly and grabbing the towel on the table to clean both of them.

Lyria turned as he threw it into the hamper and froze. Azriel looked at her his brows knitted in confusion. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Then he felt it. Azriel froze as well as he stared at her. A snap happened between the both of them causing his breath to hitch and hers to still.

The string connecting them was golden and sparkling. He pulled her to him instantly, hand holding the back of her hair as he began to cry happily into her head. "You have no clue how long I've been looking for you." He kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, then each cheek and nose. He finally kissed her lips. Lyria kissed him back, just as eager and smiled as he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "Maybe we can do this again in a couple days, but minus the sex? Just spend time together?"

She nodded at his offer, trying to ignore her growing glowing skin. "I'd like that a lot."

"Do you always glow after sex?"

He smiled as she blushed. "No. I glow when I'm happy."

[etheries1015]

Sorry, I overread it (It's currently 10pm where I live, I've been up since 4am, and my anxiety is kicking. Requesting things from people I never requested before is hard >.<)

May I request Riddle, Kalim, Idia and Malleus reacting to finding out their crush is trans-masc? Either by reader telling them or them finding out by accident

Never apologize for asking questions and sending asks! Please take care of yourself, get lots of rest, water, and sustenance <3

Finding out you're trans-masc

Featuring: Riddle, Kalim, Idia, Malleus

WARNINGS (please read): I'm a cis woman and I CANNOT stress enough that I may not be able to portray this as well as someone who actually identifies as such! I did do research ahead of time to make sure I try my very best to capture the essence of someone who identifies as trans-masc, but everyone's experiences are different. If I, in ANY way shape, or form, used incorrect terminology/representation or mistakenly offended anyone, please educate me so that I become more knowledgeable and can build my understanding. Other than that, I hope I did well in writing this for you to enjoy <3 Thank you for your time and for the request <3

Riddle

The topic came up during the first time you had gone to an Unbirthday party. Being misgendered by Riddle, you spoke up gently to inform him of your disposition.

"I'm...well, I don't use She/her pronouns." You shrugged. Riddle pursed his lips in frustration at his own confusion, he hadn't met someone falling under the LGBTQ umbrella before, he was incredibly sheltered and closed-minded for a long time due to his mother's teachings.

"I see..." Riddle nodded, "Then, please explain it to me so that I may not make the same mistake twice." He was eager to learn more about people and their experiences, especially learning about someone he found himself becoming more and more attached to.

Spends an entire night reading upon such topics- he was very quick to adapt and correct people around you whenever he found they did not address you properly.

"Does it bother you?" You had asked him once out of pure curiosity, and his response was with furrowed eyebrows and confusion.

"And why should it? It does not matter what you identify as. You are still (y/n). You are not your gender, and not your sex. You are..." He blushed deeply, you smiling to urge him on. You knew about his crush on you, of course, yet he seemed to be far too shy to admit it yet.

"You're..." He hesitated, "failing this class. G-get back to studying! quit getting distracted with silly questions or it's off with your head!"

You loved seeing him open his mind to many different concepts and treat you no differently than anyone else (minus some favoritism, hehe <3)

Kalim

It was actually Jamil who brought it up in conversation. The topic of "LGBTQ" came up, of course, Kalim understood the basics of people who identified as gay, however when the term "trans-masc" came up in regards to you, he was incredibly eager to learn more.

"Trans-masc? I thought they were (y/n)?"

"Kalim- no-"

It didn't take long for him to easily come around to the new terminology. You maybe gave him a 10 minute crash course before he accepted it face value.

"I see...so one day you're going to be by my side not as a queen, but as my royal spouse!" You were flabbergasted at his brazen comment. With a red face, you hadn't time to react before his hands were already around you in a deep hug.

"Haha! Oh, right! The pop club has a new song, wanna listen to it?"

He loves you no matter what. The most understanding and unconditionally in love person to exist, the definition of sunshine

Might overshare sometimes. He will bring it up sometimes to other people (if they misgender you) and give THEM a crash course on it! You love that he is so passionate about you, though. xoxo

Idia

He knew. He is chronically online, he knows all about it. When he first met you, he even asked what your preferred pronouns were.

I don't really know what else to say for Idia, he honestly doesn't care who you identify as. You play video games with him and give him love, that's enough for him!!

Can take it incredibly seriously If someone misgenders you or tries to bully you about your identity, his hair turns a fiery red and he turns gives them a whole one hour lesson while belittling that person calling them as intelligent as a soggy piece of bread.

The other person is crying by the end of it, but honestly nobody deserves to be treated disrespectfully like that.

actually how he confessed his crush to you, lol. In a fit of rage to someone who wasn't being very kind... "How dare you treat the one I love like that, you stupid normie piece of-" Realizes his mistake, face turns red, turns to you (whos face is also red)

"ummm.....Nevermind!" He runs away, but there was no getting away from you heuheu

even though he can be shy and kind of tsundere in public, he can be really passionate and will defend you at a moments notice and educate other people who are, as he puts, less than him.

In private? Sitting in his lap playing video games

Malleus

Actually, learned this from Idia. It was during class when the topic of LGBTQ came up, and when speaking among the students he over heard Idia telling ortho about your disposition as trans-masc.

Immediately came to you

"Child of man, what is 'trans-masc' and why did Idia use this term to describe you? Could you elaborate?" You two decided to take a stroll around the forest where you spent hours talking about all sorts of different people and the terms they used, explaining to him about dysphoria and how you discovered that the pronouns you were born with just didn't sit right with you.

Nods in understanding, but ends up purchasing a bunch of books Idia and Lilia recommended to him to increase his understanding.

Even though there are indeed things he will never be able to sympathize with properly and understand, such as the effects of dysphoria, but he will respect you full heartedly and not treat you any different despite still growing to learn about such topics.

All in all, it does not matter what you identify as. He finds himself completely enamored with you, loving how you teach him new things about anything and everything with humans- he will treat you the same as you treat him- impartial due to status, class, gender, pronouns, human or fae. He knew you were the one he wanted to rule Briar Valley next to one day- as his lovely spouse.

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I hope I was able to answer your request satisfyingly <3 Please let me know if anything needs to be changed and I shall update accordingly, I myself am always learning and growing every day! Please be kind <3

[fiapartridge]

self control | jack hughes

"take down some summer time / give up, just tonight..."

jack hughes x reader

summary: when your first night swim of the summer is interrupted by the one hughes you can't stand, you wonder if your self control is strong enough to not give in...

warning(s): smoking, swearing, sexual innuendos, grinding?? LMAO

i hate this, but it's also the only imagine i've managed to finish in the past week so here ya go 🤷‍♀️

Summers at the Hughes family’s lake house accounted for 99% of your most favorite memories. You would run around the house with Luke when you were younger, pretending to be pirates or deep-sea monsters, and when you got older, you would bake with Ellen, play cards with Quinn, or even judge the boys’ highlights with Jim. 

But you never hung out with Jack.

He was more reserved than anyone else, and even in the 12 years of knowing him, he never warmed up to you. You didn’t know what you did to deserve this treatment: him switching topics whenever you would enter the room, never sparing a glance at you, saying ‘her’ instead of your actual name– sometimes, he wouldn’t even have the decency to say ‘her’, but instead just nod his head in your direction. At some point in the 12 years, you made peace with the fact that he didn’t like you. If he didn’t want to be friends with you, you didn’t want to be friends with him.

Though Luke would always push you guys to talk — you were his best friend and Jack was his brother. He desperately wanted his favorite people in the world to get along — but it would always end up with Jack or you leaving the room upon seeing each other, or one (or both) of you muttering a snide remark at the other, consequently making both of you leave the room at the same time. 

Everyone just had to accept it: you and Jack are never going to be friends, like ever. 

As if he knew you were thinking about him, Jack emerged from the back door of the patio as you bobbed your head out of the water, only 10 minutes into your first night swim of the summer. You were confused, to say the least. Everyone knew you swam at night— Jack knew you swam at night, so why was he here, sitting down at the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the clear blue water as he watched you swim laps around the pool.

You felt his eyes on you. You were wondering if they were judging you, or simply watching, observing. Maybe he was finding another thing to insult you with, or maybe he was trying to come up with ways to fix your form, to make him feel better than you, which was something you felt like he did often. 

Tired of his stares, you turned around, treading water as you met his gaze, silently acknowledging his presence. You thought he was going to say something, make fun of you maybe, but he said nothing. He simply reached beside him, pulled out a cigarette from a pack of 24, lit it, and blew smoke.

You scoffed, losing eye contact with him. “What are you doing?”

He took a drag before holding it in between his index and middle finger. Inspecting the dart, he said, “What do you think I’m doing?”

You shook your head. “Ruining my night.”

“You talked to me first, princess.”

Princess. God, that made your blood boil. He was so entitled, you wondered if he actually called girls that. Did they eat it up? Did they hold onto his hand, and follow him to his bed? Did they get butterflies from that belittling line? 

You held pity for them, you really did. They didn’t know him enough to know any better— not like you did. You knew Jack brought girls home every night, sometimes even two if it was after a really good win. The summer, though, he claimed he didn’t have time for girls; that he was too busy spending time with his friends and family to have a one-nighter with a girl whose name he won’t even remember by the time the sun comes up. But everyone knew what it was— what it really was.

Jack was in love with you, and you had no clue. It’s funny how you can call people oblivious to love when you can’t even see it yourself. 

But everyone else knew. Hell, they knew for the past 12 years. They could see it in the way you two talked to each other, or the lack thereof. When you two talked to each other, it was like the sparks before starting up a campfire, but it was when you two didn’t talk, when you would just look at each other across the room, that brought the entire world to flames. Because there could be a million people in front of you, but you’re only looking at one pair of green eyes. 

That was the magic of it all. You could hate each other all you wanted, but who’s eyes are you meeting at the end of the day?

Scoffing, you said, “You’re so fucking irritating, you know that?”

“Could say the same thing about you.” He sounded disinterested, and that made you want to scream. 

You shook your head. “Fucking unbelievable,” you muttered. “You know, I don’t even know why you hate me,” you said, raising your voice. “What did I ever do to you?”

He didn’t say anything. He just took another drag, ignoring you. 

Pissed off, you kicked off the wall and swam towards him by the edge of the pool.

You were close to him— so close.

You took the cigarette from his fingers, holding it centimeters away from his lips. The blue glow from the lights installed to the floor of the pool illuminated the scene and you wondered if it was just you feeling all weird and tingly, like you didn’t entirely hate this. 

You whispered faintly. “Smoking’s bad for you.”

Your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, your chest moved up and down, and he could see you bite down the corner of your bottom lip. Jack couldn’t help himself. 

He was weak for you.

Grabbing the dart from your hands and throwing it behind him, Jack slid into the pool, grabbed your hips, pulled you closer to him, and brushed his lips over yours. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he murmured.

You shut your eyes, breathing in the situation. You were scared. Sure, it was a simple kiss, but all of those girls that he’s brought home before? Were you just gonna be another tally on his board? But then you remember: this is Jack. This is the same boy you watched pee his pants from laughter when he was 10, the same boy you saw holding his mom’s hand merely two days ago. This was Jack you were talking about. Sure, you weren’t great friends. You weren’t even friends. But you knew him. You knew he cared about you because Luke cared about you. Because his mom, and his dad, and his older brother cared about you. To him, you were everything.

To him, you were 12 years in the making.

“Don’t stop.” 

You pressed your lips against his and he immediately kissed back. Open-mouthed kisses, hand-holding-the back-of-your-head kisses, pulling-your- hips-closer-as-if-that-was-even-possible kisses. You were engulfed in Jack Hughes, and you weren’t so sure if that was a bad thing, or not. 

He migrated two steps to the left, sitting down on the steps leading down to the pool, grabbing your hips and sitting you down on his lap. This moment was something straight out of a movie scene, like you were waiting for someone to yell “cut!”, or to tap you on the shoulder and tell you that this wasn’t real. 

But when you felt his tongue break the barrier, the slight whispers of your name, and his hand moving up and down the small of your back, you knew this was real. You were kissing Jack Hughes, and you really liked it. 

But then you remembered: you were kissing Jack Hughes. You never made things easy for him, and you weren’t starting now.

“Is that all you got?” you murmured breathlessly. 

He smirked. “I’m not even sweating yet.” 

When Jack connected his lips with yours once again, he rolled your hips against his, creating friction between the two of you, and oh, it felt good. 

“Don’t think,” God, this felt amazing. “This means I like you,” you breathed against his lips.

It meant exactly that, actually.

He laughed before pulling away from your lips. He bent his head down and pressed his lips against your neck. Your head lulled back slightly because, fuck, he’s good at this. Between kisses he said, “I won’t stop until you admit it.”

“We’ll be here forever then.”

“I’m okay with that,” he smirked before diving back into your neck, sucking and nipping at the exposed skin, not even caring that this was definitely going to leave marks. 

It only took seconds later before you were admitting to Jack that you liked him. Jack stayed true to his words and stopped. Well, he stopped kissing your neck. But when his hands trailed down to the ties behind your back, pulling the strings to completely discard your bikini top, which was now floating over the water a few feet away from you, you both knew you weren’t stopping any time soon.

And you were more than okay with that.

[sook9i]

— QUIROFILIA W/ HUENINGKAI

. . . GENRE ! Hueningkai x reader | smut

. . . CONTAINS ! slightly soft dom!hk, tried to keep reader’s sex ambiguous so no direct mentions of anatomy but bottom!reader, quirofilia (hand kink), finger sucking, mentions of gagging, implied unprotected sex (please always practice safe sex!!), pet names (kai is either huening, kai, hueningkai, or hyuka; reader is called angel or baby), i think that’s it

. . . WORD COUNT ! 1090

. . . NOTES ! this is just incredibly self indulgent, kai is fr fueling my hand kink rn

. . . ADMIN ! written by callie 🐱

Huening has never been the quickest to conclusions, but he was ever an attentive lover. He’s seen the ways you’ve looked at his hands since the beginning. All of those gazes that linger and the extra attention you tend to give his fingers as you fiddle with them. In all that time though, he’s never really questioned it; not entirely sure if there really was some deeper reason or if you perhaps just…liked looking at his hands.

It wasn’t until you two started becoming more intimate that the deeper nature of your affinity was slowly revealed. The way you whimpered when his hands stroked across your bare skin, and the moans he could pull from you when they delved between your thighs. He certainly wasn’t blind to how your breath always hitched whenever his hands enveloped yours, trapping them against the mattress. Still, he wasn’t sure how to approach the topic, at least until you brought it up yourself.

Straddled across his lap, Kai's mouth works at your neck; a distraction from the pain of his stretch. His heavy cock bottomed out inside you, kissing up against your walls with a delicious sense of fullness. Still, his hands kept you from moving any further, keeping you steady on his lap until the sting subsided. His breaths were getting heavier with more and more whines were slipping out. Finally, as the pain slowly melted into pleasure, you’re hips began bucking involuntarily. Huening knew well enough to take that as a sign to start helping your hips move to ride him.

Up and down, slowly, his fingers flexing to lift you. A shuddering moan rumbles in Kai’s chest at the way you tighten around him. His finger nails leave crescents in your skin as he struggles to keep an easy pace. Your hands almost do the same to his shoulders, with every blissful whine and mewl, more restraint slips away. You start to bounce, moving your hips more on your own. Huening watches with reverie; your screwed up eyes and heady whimpers.

His hands start to move away from your waist, gliding around your tummy-objectively his favorite part of your body. He squeezes and gropes, pushing lips onto yours. Teeth and tongue knocking; shoving inside your mouth. You feel fingers trace circles across your skin. Slowly, they’re making paths up behind your neck. Your hips stutter when Kai’s thumb brushes the underside of your jaw and forces a mewl through your lips.

“Nngh-ah-K-kai. Wan-want…” Chest heaving and hips still rolling desperately, your eyes squeeze close in the foggy search for your words. “F-fingers-ahh.”

He begins to trail a hand back down between your bodies, “Need my hands, bab-”

“N-no-unh-” He’s quick to look up, confused, only to find an out-of-place bashfulness filling up your face as your hips stutter to a stop, “Not-want-ah-j-just…wan’ ‘em in-in my mouth…”

Kai blinks at the confession; his mind is racing, dots slowly connecting beneath his vision before a smirk begins crawling across his lips. A slender thumb strokes at the apex of your bottom lip; pushing it down but not going any further. He pays attention to the sharp clench around him and slowly brimming tears as he barely plays with you.

“Hy-Hyuka-” It’s almost a cry. You’re cut off by single, long finger pressing down upon your tongue. Other arm cradling your waist, Kai thrusts up into you while pushing his finger further towards your throat.

“Shh, angel. There you go.” The slow flutter of your eyes to how your cheeks hollow out to start sucking on his finger; his thighs snap up harder into yours. Drool starts to coat your lips and his hand. Your hips rolling faster to meet his pace. He looks on as you fade into pleasure. Moans vibrate along his finger, spurring more grunts and groans from him.

Rutting on each other in equal desperation for release. You grip Huening’s shoulders like a vice. He thinks to press another finger through your lips, making you suck harder and drag your teeth against his knuckles. Every thrust has you clenching around him tighter. Moans quickly devolve into whines. His mouth moves needily back to your neck; skin pulled harsh between his teeth, swapped out for the soothing of his tongue running down the marks littering your skin. A loud moan joins in the sloppy sounds already filling the room when Kai uses his fingers to push down near the back of your throat. Having expected a slight gag in response, the noise sends Kai spiraling further.

A string of saliva connects him to your shoulder as pulls away. He wants a front-row view to watching you come undone. It's painted clear on your face just how close you are. Eyes rolling back, mouth stuffed full with whines and whimpers. Your hips fell into an uneven rhythm joined by the desperate hollowing of cheeks; barely pushing your head forward, you shoved Kai’s fingers back into your throat. The noise trapped in your throat grew higher and higher in pitch, quickly peaking with a few more desperate rolls of your hips.

Huening, following along in your hunger, fucks his fingers along your tongue. "Cum for me, baby. Please-please, angel-come on."

With that slim hint of permission, the coil building in your stomach snaps. A guttural moan rumbles up your chest paired with a choked-out gag. Your tighs tense up tight as euphoria explodes through your body. Fog settles in all your senses; riding out your high with an aching twitch. The ceaseless clench between your thighs sends Kai over the edge. Unable to stop himself from thrusting up and spilling deep inside you; releasing a pitiful whine of your name.

Lost in a sea of post-high fuzz, you slump your head down to Huening's shoulder. He takes that que to slip his fingers from your lips; glancing at the slick coating them. Although somewhat lost in his own daze, the sticky feeling rubbing in between your bodies is enough for him to begin moving again.

"Angel," Your sluggish eyes turn to peer up at him. "We need to get cleaned up."

After some maneuvering, he lets you curl up on the bed while he's gone. The beginnings of sleep creep in before a warm rag is pressed against your skin. Kai giggles at how, despite the disturbance, you never open your eyes, instead simply pouting to express your displeasure. Still, he continues; wiping you both clean of any mess in the sweet silence.

"So..." Hueningkai trails off until you give a soft hum. "My fingers, huh?"

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 10

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent 🌒

While the topic of packmates was brought up and it was confirmed that we are indeed packmates, Enid and I have yet to define it's parameters. I plan to discuss the matter with her prior to her accompanying me to my appointment. I shall have to remember to record our agreed upon definition upon my return as I have found my current affliction to cause me to forget things, along with temporarily losing my ability to converse in English.

-YourFavoriteFruitBat is now livestreaming-

"What's up my LGBTs! And by that I mean Lycans, Gorgons, Babes, and Transylvanian Transplants! Today I'm here with an update on Nevermore's hottest slowburn of the century: Wenid Watch! But seriously guys, we need to come up with a better ship name than that. Moving on! What's new with everyone's favorite golden retriever good girl and bad tempered black cat? Let's find out!"

"And while we're on the hunt for our clueless couple, our would-be werelovers, let's check in with chat. Scales_of_Sapphire says 'You're going to get a stake to the heart.' Hey, that's the price of journalism baby. Ston3dGaz3r says 'That's my ex' frowny face. Oof sorry Ajax but the people want what the people want! And it looks like we have time for one more-! Oh shit, my girl just texted me. Give me one minute chat… DIV! You can't send me these kind of pics during a livestream!"

"Chat if only you knew the kind of tail I was getting. Let's just say this fruit bat has a thing for sashimi if you know what I mean. Wait, hold on chat, I think we've spotted one half of our hapless duo. There she is, the one black cat you certainly don't want crossing your path, Wednesday Addams. What's she up to? Let's sneak over while still maintaining a safe distance. Goth girls like these could go off at any moment without the slightest warning and- Shit! Sorry! Almost didn't see you there Enid!"

"What are you doing Yoko?"

"Just showing the lovely people of Nevermore the latest drama around the quad. Isn't that right chat?"

"How do you have so many viewers right now?"

"Ah, well, you know how everyone loves the latest gossip."

"What gossip? Wait. Oh my god-! Did Cario and CC get back together?"

"Girl, who-? Nevermind. Hey, I saw Wednesday sulking off in the corner over-"

"Oh, she's not sulking. She's just waiting for her mate."

"…Her WHAT? Enid! Get back here! Chat, you heard that too, right? What in the-?"

"Hey Willa."

"Enid."

"Oh my god. Chat, are you seeing this!? Did these two actually find a map to navigate themselves out of denial? I don't believe it. I've got to get closer."

"I hope that was an adequate enough greeting."

"More than adequate, silly."

"I see. Dos besos. I shall commit it to memory."

"So what did you want to talk about? Don't you have your appointment soon?"

"Sí, I mean yes, that is precisely why I must discuss this with you. It was my assigned homework and I do not wish to return with it incomplete."

"Okay, so what's up?"

"Our… relationship. I must request your assistance in defining it."

"Oh!"

"What is it that you require of me?"

"Require of you?"

"Yes, what duties shall I be expected to complete?"

"Willa, I don't… I'm not expecting you to do anything other than being yourself. That's what I like most about you."

"…"

"…You want a checklist, don't you?"

"That would be greatly appreciated, yes."

"Okay, well, um, what do you think you need to do in our relationship? Maybe we could go from there?"

"Ah, yes, I assume that is as good a starting point as any. I believe I have a duty to protect you to the best of my abilities."

"Okay and?"

"And I should bring you sustenance, seeing as you have for me."

"Fair."

"And I shall continue to demonstrate my hunting prowess, perhaps with prey larger than the current ones I have been offering."

"Wait, you've been hunting?"

"Yes, I- Have the spiders really been so unsatisfactory?"

"That's why you've been bringing me spiders!?"

"I- I apologize if their size has been too meager, if you do not even consider them prey. I can-"

"Willa, I'm going to stop you right there."

"Yes, of course."

"Okay, so we don't have time to unpack all of that. Maybe that's something you can do at therapy today. Anyway! Wednes, why do you think you need to hunt for me?"

"I… Lo siento- I am deeply sorry for offending you, mi loba- Enid. I understand that you are perfectly capable of hunting greater prey than the pittance I foolishly deemed fit to bring you."

"Willa…"

"How may I make up for this egregious error on my part?"

"You don't."

"Pardon?"

"Wednes, you didn't make a mistake. I mean, you did, but not in a thoughtless or mean way."

"But I have incorrectly assumed-"

"Yeah, you tend to do that a lot without checking."

"Please, help me understand my misstep. I want to know exactly where my misplaced presumption lies so that I do not make it again."

"Okay so, uh, let's see… First of all, you don't have to hunt for me. And not because I think you're bad at it or because the 'prey' isn't big enough because, holy shit Willa, some of those spiders were massive! But that's not the point. I don't need you to hunt for me because I don't need it. I don't hunt."

"But the night of the Hunter's Moon-"

"That was like, uncontrollable instinct. I don't hunt. I don't need to. Everything I need I can just get here."

"I see."

"But I think that it was a very sweet gesture, you hunting for me and everything."

"Than I shall-"

"No more spiders! Willa, please, if you have to hunt for anything please let it be like chocolate or steak tartar or cute plushies."

"Noted. I find it fascinating that you are able to consume chocolate despite your canis lupus genetics."

"Yeah, well, I can't have as much of it the closer it gets to the full moon or I get really bad tummy aches."

"I shall keep that in mind, mon loup."

"Hey Willa? Can I ask you something?"

"But of course."

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Speaking in different languages when you get flustered?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"No, no! Don't get upset! I think it's really cute!"

"Muy linda! Me insultas! Qué he hecho para merecer esto?"

"Willa I have no idea what you're saying but you look adorable."

"Adorable? Je suis tellement en colère que je ne peux même pas parler!"

"Aw, Wednes."

"Cosa fai? Liberami, lupa crudele!"

"Let's get you to your appointment, πουλάκι μο."

"…?"

"Wait."

"…!"

"You don't know Greek?"

"…"

"Really?"

"…"

"Well, maybe I could teach you some Greek words on the way and maybe you could teach me some words in… whatever language you slip into the most?"

"…I find your terms agreeable, mia lupa."

"Holy shit chat! Did you catch all of that? Wait, what do you mean I'm muted? Fuuuuuck!"

-YourFavoriteFruitBat has ended the livestream-

[kurayami10]

First time falling in love?

Rollo Flamme x Female reader

"A lady like you shouldn't be hanging out with a bunch of boys in this school...it's very dangerous for you to be around them. Especially Him" Rollo explained to you without pointing at the two long-horned man - who called Malleus Draconia. 

The reason Rollo is doing this is because he likes you. He gets extremely jealous of Malleus, and he wants to spend time together with you all the time, but you have your attention on Malleus because he's your close friend. He tries to get your attention but fails to do it. 

"My friends??" you answer back, "They're not dangerous in them and are more like the opposite of that. I love them very much." as you look towards your group of friends and they are all having a fun time, and honestly you don't get why Rollo says this type of question. 

Maybe that's you? Is Rollo jealous of your friends? Or is it you the problem? You really don't understand him that very well since you only know him for 2 days.

He really blushes when you're near him or when he offers you something which you happily agreed to and this makes his heart go doki doki beats. 

You, a young lady who's the only girl in NRC are truly special, you have overprotective friends. They may sometimes get into fights like little kids but they're your dear friends that you ever had.

Rollo looks at your delightful face and smiles gently, "Changing the topic, How about we get something to eat, we have many delicious fine dishes in the City of Flowers." He helps you guide and shows you many top high-quality restaurants that he can find.

He gently held your soft hands and gave them a light kiss while you obviously blushed from this, such a gentleman he is. Rollo would love this moment to last forever but he forgets that you're from NRC and not from here, he wishes you stay here at City of Flowers to be with you.

 A beautiful lady like yourself is too perfect to be part of NRC. Your kind smile shines, making everyone have a great day, meanwhile, he wants to have all to himself, no sharing.

Him being selfish to have you? His heart beats when he sees your beautiful smile and the beauty of yourself. The way your hair gently flows around in the air is a cool breeze.

"I would love to, Rollo. Thank you for your kind offer." you smile at him, and then he smiles back, "No problem, my lady." your eyes quickly wides by hearing the word, " lady"

"Alright then, Shall we go over there." He said and you nodded back.  

Upon arriving you saw a bunch of delicious smells that captured your nose. How the odor of the delightful and high quality from it. Rollo saw your eyes directed at the food which is the finest bread, "Do you want these, Y/N?" he asked as he got a couple of fresh bread and brought his hand towards you.

"Sure I would love it too!" with that you grab the fresh bread and take a bite. As soon as the freshwater enters your mouth, you can feel the delicious flavor that flows into your mouth and how fresh and delicious it is! So delicious that all the rich flavors are in your mouth.

"This is so delicious!!" You said carefully not to choke on your food, "I...I never tasted this kind of bread in my entire life!” this made Rollo shock a little by your opinion of this dish because it's his favorite besides the croissants are his favorite food but he would sometimes like would try something else.

And this made him smile and he doesn't why he feel about it but knowing is it coming from her would always make him happy and feel more alive than ever.

[may-bornmia]

Clingy Little Baby (series) - Bang Chan

(a/n: THIS HAS BEEN POSTED ON WATTPAD UNDER MY USERNAME may_bornmia !!)

Pairings: Bang Chan x OC (you can picture yourself, whatever makes you comfortable :))

Warnings (for the entirety of the series): littlespace, forthcoming smut, subspace, a HUGE amount of fluff, fast-paced story

CHAPTER 2: Drunken Smiles

The rooftop was empty and windy, and Chan held open the door for Ahyoung, letting her walk in first. Her waist-length brown hair twirled with the wind as the cool breeze danced around the two, and her skirt dared to wave along. Ahyoung immediately placed her book in front of her skirt, face reddening almost instantly. 

Chan did not intend to look, but his eyes dashed to her short skirt puffing up with the wind. It did not take the respectful boy even a second to avert his eyes, the faintest hue of red coating his cheeks. 

"Here, sit down," he jogged over to the random old material from their auditorium that was kept on the roof, and brought out two chairs for them to sit on. 

Ahyoung, as innocent as she was, could barely look away from his arms; the way his muscles flexed, the way his veins deliciously trailed up his sleeves. Even though she was instantaneously afraid of those bulky arms, she could not tear her eyes away from them. 

Chan noticed, and felt a sense of accomplishment (for building muscles? odd) wash over him, as he kept the chairs in front of each other on the ground. He observed how intently she stared at his arms, and instinctively, he flexed his biceps, just to see her reaction. 

Upon that action, Ahyoung drew in her lips, pressing them into a thin line, and got the reddest, eyes flickering away from his arms to the chairs, and then back to his arms. Chan smirked at her response, and smugly spoke, "Let's start, hm?" 

"Sure..." she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, shuffling over to him as he sat down on the chair opposite hers. She took a seat, opening her book and gazing over the highlighted points, and he watched in contentment as she used her pointer finger to read through the lines. She then drew out her reading glasses from her pocket, and let the big spectacles sit on her small face as she read further. 

"Okay, so," she smacked her lips and explained, "According to the Freudian theory, human behavior is influenced by unconscious memories, thoughts, and urges. Since this presentation is supposed to be short and direct, we can explain how id, ego, and superego are different and what they represent..." she kept on going, elaborating with interest on how their presentation was supposed to flow. Although he kept nodding every once in a while, he was not listening at all. Just gazing at her gorgeous features was enough for him. 

He intently observed how big and pure her doe-eyes were, colored black and gleaming with passion about what she was explaining; how those huge glasses made her appear so nerdily endearing; how her small nose was angled perfectly along her features; how she had the tiniest mole at the upper corner of her left eye; how her luscious lips contorted into a little pout whenever she spoke something; how her choker did no justice to her soft neck the way his hands would-

Did he really just think that? Even he was surprised at that sudden thought. 

"Am I boring you?" her hesitant voice broke through his zone of thought, and he instantly shook his head. 

"No, of course not!" he denied. 

"It looked like you were not listening to me, though..." 

"I was, Ahyoung. Don't worry about it!" he cheekily grinned, already knowing the topic they had to present and having prepared for it beforehand. He wasn't the professors' favorite for no reason. 

Ahyoung pushed her glasses up, "Okayyy... Um, I'll explain the part about Id and you go on about ego and superego? Is that okay?" 

Chan was about to agree, but then a scenario struck his head: Id, which was a term to describe a person's wildest desires and fantasies, including the primal and sexual aspects of a person. God knows how out of place it would be for her to try to explain it, and what if the other students mocked her by questioning her about it?  -- just look at her. He felt protective of her and he frowned. 

"Can I do the Id and ego part? You can go for the superego part," because superego stood for ethical values and moral compasses -- she could handle that better, right? 

Ahyoung nodded without a question, "Alrighty, I'll do it." 

She stood up, glancing at her phone once, "It's time for the class... let's go, Chan." 

He felt literal goosebumps at her calling out his name in her tiny voice. Dazedly, he followed her out of the rooftop, smiling drunkenly. 

Boy, was he whipped. 

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(a/n: next part coming up soon!~)

[restlesscrybaby]

Heya! May I please request Jack cuddling with a rather restless reader who can't seem to fall asleep? Also, I love your works; you're an awesome writer. :)

GAAHH YESSS!! And tysmmmm!!

As someone with insomnia, this is probs my favorite topic for this <33

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~ JACK HORNER AND RESTLESS!READER. ~

~ CUDDLING HEADCANONS. ~

~ 'Sweetheart, you look a little tired,' ~

☆ CONTENT WARNING: None. ☆

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The moon was bright, tinged Grey, but you could wish it was blue, like they all do!

All, being, everyone asleep.

You laid beside your sleeping boyfriend, his snores loud enough to wake up the dead from their caskets and tell him to shut up.

You laid on your side, your back turned towards your lover. The arm on the side you laid on was lifted up only slightly, your elbow bent and your hand curled underneath the pillow. Your other lay, tiredly, among your side, draping down onto the bed. Your palm adding pressure, your wrist tensed only a tad to keep your hand steady against the white bedsheets that resided below you two.

You were covered with a large blanket, with fur along the inside, which was used to keep you two warm, for the night.

But you couldn't sleep.

Tossing.

And turning.

And huffing, puffing, clenching your eyes shut, scoffing,

Aggravation boiled off your skin like a bad rash...

All this tossing and turning woke up your lover, yet you hadn't noticed, you were too frustrated to notice.

He scowled, as his lips pursed. He used his palm, as he pushed the sleeping mask away from his eyes. His eyes wanted to stay shut, as he blinked back some blurry vision. He turned his head, as you let out a defeated sigh, now laying on your back. Your hands folded on your stomach, eyebags caving your eyes in, shadowing them out.

He ,, tiredly, put a hand on the top of your head, his palm embracing the very top of your head. You were surprised, more of frightened, by the sudden embrace. His thumb gently rubbed your head, kneading a gentle circle into the side of it.

"What's wrong..?" He questioned, his voice dropped by a husk tone, a yawn accompanying his words at the end of his sentence.

"... Just... Restless, I guess, Jackie, I don't know, somethings keeping me awake." You sighed out. You had been defeated by the force of some kind that made you be unable to sleep, made you stir in a bed that made you feel so at home.

"... Mmhm," He hummed out, you could tell how sleepy he was, his eyelids were draping shut upon themselves, "Come here," He spoke out after a moment.

..

Huh?

You paused for a moment, gears in your head churning as you scooted closer to him. His hand fell off your head, hitting the spot where you had originally rested your head.

You weren't too close to him, but that changed.

His hand placed itself along your upper arm, gently bringing you closer to him.

He was tired, he moved sluggishly, but he tried so hard..

You were up against him, as he yawned once more.

You thought he was finally asleep again, but you were mistaken. He patted his chest, with the palm of his free hand.

Wha--?

"Come here," He grumbled out, "Just lay on me, you can't be tired, lots todo-- tomorrow." He spoke, his words dipping towards a whisper st the end of his sentence.

Oh, uh..

Okay--..

You easily sat yourself upright, finding your way to lay on top of him. He had even moved the blanket out of your way. You rested your head against his chest, your body rested up against his tummy. The side of your face pressed into his large pecs, as you yawned now.

You felt a large arm curl around you. He held you in place, his arm against your lower back, curled fingers among your side hinted he was trying to hug onto you. His other arm extended out beside him, flexing out in a calming stretch, before he brought hisnpalm towards the top of your head. Three (3) gentle pats were placed atop of your hair, before he dropped his hand. His elbow bent, as he put his hand behind his head, under his pillow.

He spoke out some comforting nothings, yet. The sound of his tired voice seemed to make you tired. But whay made you more tired is the warm embrace. You extended out your arm, as you clasped onto the blanket you two had been sharing side by side. You tried to throw it over you, but it didn't work.

His hand that was behind his head had grabbed the edge of the warm sheet, as he tugged upon it. He pulled it to where it was up to your shoulders, yet he almost pulled it entirely over your body.

His hand fell, but he eased it towards the back of your head. A warm embrace of his palm seemed to, almost, support your head. Though you didn't need it. His thumb rubbed gently at the back of your head, as he hushed out more comforting nothings..

He was falling asleep on himself, as he hugged upon you tighter,

But, not to fear,

You were falling asleep on yourself.

Until he heard the sounds of sweet snores escape your throat, he wasn't ready for bed.

But, your snores soon eased him.

He forgot about his sleeping mask, his head lifting up and he puckered his lips. A tired kiss mounted to your forehead, as his head dropped back down.

"... I love.. You-,, Y/N.." He slurred out, in a desperation for sleep. A battle against his body to say those last few words.

...

Until the only thing you heard,

Were the sounds of lovers,

Snoring once more.

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~ 'When did you last sleep?' ~

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AGGGHH I somehow got some energy up to dothis!

More of like my bf typing it out for me in my style while I'm eepy

ENJOY <33

[silverstonesainz-archive]

give me bear x arthur NO ANGST😹😹😹😹😹😹😹

the way you just trust me with no topic. so brave. but no angst, u got it ma'am 🫶🏼

exploring a city incognito w arthur would go like:

you guys would wake up early to go take a stroll with arthur in london. you had never been, so arthur wanted to show you around.

he wanted it to be as smooth as possible, not wanting to be bothered or stopped by fans. so before flying out, he took it upon himself to buy some disguises. nothing too crazy, just masks and hats. but of course, bucket hats.

first things first, he takes you to a coffee shop just a five minutes from the hotel.

after breakfast, you guys begin your treck around the city. he takes you to all the cheesy tourist spots, but also is sure to take you to some of his favorite spots too.

needless to say, you never got hungry during your little journey because arthur kept you FED.

but he also bought you a bunch of knick-knacks, little memorabilia for you to take home and remember this trip.

his favorite part was the photobooth. he kept his on the back of his phone, always with him.

the last stop of the day was the london eye. your feet is aching by the time you get into your little pod. you slump into the seat, leaning onto him.

arthur presses a kiss on your temple, "comment allez-vous?" how are you feeling?

"tired, but happy. thank you for today my love."

he nods, "of course. all the places i brought you to today are very special. all good memories at each one."

you smile, "whats your special memory here?"

arthur rubs his hands on his pants, turning to face you. he tugs his mask down, then does to the same to yours. he smiles widely, cupping your cheek. "i love you y/n."

you freeze, but your heart melts just as quickly. it was the first time he ever said it to you.

you smile, throwing yourself forward, holding him close and kissing him.

"i love you too arthur."

you kiss one more time before pulling away. he kisses the tip of your nose before pulling your mask back over the bottom half of your face.

"this. this is my special memory here."

d's 2k celly

[bobawitch]

His Favorite Case

(this is a fem reader x late season 5 reid)

warnings: this story does contain talk of murder, stalking, and overall some triggering topics, please read at your own risk.

A/N: i am more than willing to take requests for upcoming chapters but i will also write smaller fics on the side if anyone has specific requests! <3

Chapter one

You had never known an easy life. It seems fate just didn’t have that out for you. You were made to be in and out of therapy throughout childhood and the early stages of your adulthood. It was when you were around 6 years old that your parents were killed. The killer had locked you in your room and left you with a music box that played the swan lake. It wasn’t loud enough to block out the sounds of your parents but it was definitely calming. Police had arrived as fast as they could but they couldn’t save your mother. Your father was in critical care for a few years but eventually died which left you under the supervision of your aunt. She moved you to her townhouse in Russia where you grew up but once you were at 18 you found yourself wishing to come back to America and so you did. It had been easy since you had excelled as a ballerina and just about any dance studio was just about dying to get you. You finally found one you liked in Virginia, Quantico to be more exact. Your aunt made sure you were comfortable in your new apartment before she left you again. Now you were on your own, enjoying your own life. 

Now for Reid, there was a new case and Garcia was at the end of filling them in on it and Reid was extra interested. It was obvious that the unsub had a type and a very specific surrogate he was looking for but how long it would take before he was ready to confront that surrogate was too soon to speculate on. 

“He seems to like ballerinas, specifically ballerinas with h/c’s hair and e/c eyes.” Reid spoke and Morgan nodded, his brows still firm in thought. 

“It’s local so we should start by looking into how many ballerinas in the area have a history with a stalker.” Hotch looked at Garcia, making it clear she was to look at that immediately.

“Morgan and Rossi, you go to the first dump site, Reid and Prentiss start visiting ballet studios, see if we can find anyone that might know this guy.” Hotch finished his orders, standing as Garcia scrambled off to her computer room. 

It didn’t take long for Reid and Prentiss to get to the well known studio you worked at. The manager of the studio came and grabbed you to speak with the FBI and you hurriedly pulled on your hoodie over your leotard. You scurried to the man and woman, looking over the woman quickly before resting your eyes on Spencer. He gave you a half smile in his awkward manner.

“Uh hi, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid and this is Agent Emily Prentiss. We’re from the FBI.” Reid nodded and gave a hand for you to shake. You took it and gave a kind but firm shake, then doing the same to agent Prentiss.

“We’re sorry to bother you but we were hoping we could ask you some questions?” Prentiss had a kind and very understanding voice that soothed you and your nerves. 

“Yeah of course, here we can go sit.” You smiled at the two before leading them to the various seats in the audience.

“Thank you, we were wondering if you’ve been stalked before?”

You looked at Reid with a blank but anxious look, swallowing hard and nodding slightly.

“Nothing confirmed but I used to get these letters that never had a return address. They always asked how my life was, what I was doing.” You felt your voice shake as you spoke. You had of course brought this up in therapy but nothing was ever done about it, instead you just kept throwing them away and getting stronger security at each letter. You felt a bit safer but about 2 months ago you stopped receiving any letters. 

“How long have you been getting these letters?” Prentiss continued the questioning but you could feel Reid staring at you, a thoughtful expression upon his face. 

“Uh, ever since I moved here about 6 months ago..”

Prentiss and Reid exchanged looks.

“Thank you, uh, what’s your name?” Reid asked.

You gave him your name before you watched them leave, now more nervous than ever. Reid had given you his number so that you could get in touch easily if you got another letter. 

“Garcia I need you to run a background check on someone, her name is y/n l/n.” Reid spoke into the phone outside of your studio, Emily was now in the car, updating Hotch.

“Alright, give me just a moment… aaaaand done! Ok she seems like your average 25 year old, moved here 6 months ago, lives in a studio apartment outside of downtown. She was born in a small town in New York and.. Oh…. oh my god. Her parents were killed in her old house, she was the only survivor..” Garcia’s voice shook enough through the call that Reid frowned, still deep in thought.

“Ok, thanks Garcia.” The call ended and he climbed into the car, updating Prentiss and Hotch before heading back to the office. 

That night you found it hard to sleep, which wasn’t super uncommon but it still wasn’t comfortable for you. You blink at your ceiling before sighing and pushing yourself up and out of your bed, walking through the hall and grabbing a glass of water from the fridge. As you shut the fridge door you heard a hard thump which spiked your adrenaline. You reached for your phone, dialing Reid’s number and making your way to the front door of your apartment. It couldn’t have been later than maybe 11:30 so you were near confident that a neighbor would be awake enough to let you in. When you got to the front door you quickly unlocked all the pieces you had installed to ensure your safety then swung the door open. Reid picked up as you ran down the hall.

“Reid he’s here. He was in my apartment, I’m getting in the elevator now, please send help.” You were rushed in your words, cutting off his confused tone and the beginnings of “who is this?”

You could hear some scrambling in the background as the elevator doors closed before Reid spoke.

“Ok, I just told my team we’ll be there soon, where are you gonna go?”

“Uh, I didn’t think about that, maybe the lobby?”

“Ok, that’s smart, just go to the lobby and hide behind the front desk we’re on our way.”

Tears were flooding down your cheeks now and you could feel your breathing deep in your head.

“Ok.. will you stay on the phone with me please?” You felt your voice crack but your ears weren’t pierced with the noise as they usually would be.

“Of course, yes I’ll stay on the call until we get there.”

You mumbled a soft thank you before sitting behind the front desk, crouching with your knees hugged tight to your chest. You were shaking as you tried to calm your breathing so the man couldn’t hear you when he eventually got down to the lobby. You snapped out of your pure fear when you heard Reid’s voice again. 

“How long have you been a ballerina?”

You were a little stunned at his question because it really didn’t make sense in the situation.

“I uh- I’m sorry what?”

“Oh, sorry just trying to distract you, try and calm you down. This guy feeds on fear so if we can keep you as calm as possible it will make him more likely to just leave.”

You nodded although Reid really couldn’t see that.

“I’ve been doing ballet since I was 10. So 16 years.” You were still crying but your voice wasn’t as shaky.

“Good good, that’s super cool. I never understood dancing, it’s not like math so I’m a bit lost at it.”

You giggled at his words, still hearing dead silence in the lobby until you heard faint sirens. You perked up with a smile, wanting to look around the lobby but it was then you heard the elevator doors open and a heavy step walking around the lobby. 

“Alright y/n we are almost to your building, are you still safe?”

You would have whispered but the man was close enough that you couldn’t even try it. You shut your eyes tight and kept repeating that you were ok, hoping that maybe by some miracle that Reid would get your thoughts.

The line stayed quiet for a few more seconds as the sirens became blaring. You heard various hurried footsteps until the doors swung open and you heard deep voices yelling for the unsub to drop his weapon. Your eyes opened and you looked around until Spencer came into view, he kneeled by you and set his hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N! Are you ok?” He spoke in a worried tone as the other agents made the arrest.

You nodded and took his other hand that was telling you it was safe to stand but when you did you saw the man and he was not the man that killed your parents.

“Todd? What the fuck!” You spoke angrily, starting to walk towards him though Reid was holding you back very confused.

“Y/N who are these people? What do they mean murder?!” Todd spoke confused and also angry.

You turned to Hotch, bowing your head gently, “I’m so sorry sir, this is just Todd, my ex boyfriend.”

You heard a scoff from behind you and turned to look at Reid who looked a bit embarrassed at how unprofessional that was. Hotch sighed and nodded, “We’ll still need to take him in for questioning.”

“He also now has breaking and entering, even if it's not murder we can hold him.” Spencer chimed and you looked at him again, smiling. 

Reid took you back to your room as of Hotch’s orders, telling him to stay for the night. You were a bit embarrassed since your apartment wasn’t the most clean place on Earth but you let him in nonetheless.

[guestiguess]

I saw on your list that your current obsession was Ennio Morricone! That brought back a lot of memories, because I lived In Italy for several years & frequented a cinema house that played films scored by Morricone.

Good, Bad, and the Ugly

For a Few Dollars More

A Fist Full of Dollars

Once Upon a Time in the West

To name a few. I have seen them all a zillion times!

I am curious as to how you stumbled onto Maestro Morricone? Do you enjoy the movies, or is it strictly about the music? Finally, which composition is your favorite?

Look forward to your answer. It is not often that I get to talk about one of my favorites.

Heihei!

What a surprise to see you in my asks, a good one btw!...so where do I start...?

I more or less grew up with Bud Spencer/Terence Hill movies. They're quite popular in Germany, especially because of the great 70s dubbings (they were "inappropriately" silly in general but also for the serious Western of the two. these versions were so successful in Germany at the time that some of the movies were even "funny uncut" and the Klamauk -Western entered the stage like “Vier Fäuste für ein Halleluja (continuavano a chiamarlo Trinità)...I digress)

"my name is nobody" (Terence Hill, Henry Fonda) is one of my favorite movies... Soul food basically. And the soundtrack! The soundtrack!!!!! Shockverliebt with the soundtrack ...and Terence Hill’s beautiful blue eyes. ..but I digress again.... That's when I slowly started to wonder, “who is this Ennio Morricone?! What else did he do”...my goodness he wrote so much!!!! As I got older, more westerns, more Sergio Leone.... And they just go so well together (Leone and Morricone). But in the last few years I was more fixated on other composers, like Hans Zimmer (can only recommend his concerts….only if you don't get epileptic seizures, the light show is....strenuous), James Horner, or Jóhann Jóhannsson.

I rediscovered Ennio a while ago and I'm listening to his best offs on record...so good, the unusual configurations, instruments...ah love it. And a few days ago I saw the documentary about him (Ennio Morricone -the Maestro, highly recommended ) and immediately activated fixation again. …

Have I actually given any answers so far?! Yeah, you can tell...this is a topic I can talk about. (And people say (by “people” I mean me) that I couldn't use words, ha!)

So it's not strictly the music with me, but I also like to have it together with the movie. Like with My Name is Nobody... but I can also just enjoy his music on its own. I find that gets pretty lost in a lot of other soundtracks these days, especially with these generic blockbusters. It works OK in the movies, drives the action or more like explains to the audience what to feel -_-. But Ennio Morricone? Turn it on loud and enjoy it for yourself, perfect. And with the Movie? It underlines the plot, gives it a meaning, a depth.

The documentary (The Enio Docu) also made me realise how few Italian movies I've actually seen that aren't westerns. I need to catch up on that! So if you have a few recommendations for me, let me know!

My favourite pieces by him:

The wild bunch - my name is nobody (who am I lying to, the complete soundtrack)

deborah's theme - once upon a time in america

cinema paradiso - cinema paradiso

the ecstasy of gold - the good, the bad and the ugly

chi mai - maddalena

tradimento Primo - Tepepa

run, man,run - the big gundown

oh i wish our cinema would play the old stuff again. Sometimes you're lucky and they bring out classics for an anniversary or something. Oh man, seeing "the good, the bad and the ugly" on the big screen would be quite an experience.

Thanks for the question! That was fun

[ximogeeeenx]

Second day:

Ken, your eyes are what shine among the vast sea of stars.

7/19/2024 12:09am

Has it ever come across our minds why we tend to ignore-rather, avoid the eyes of the people we admire? Could it be because of embarrassment? Hesitancy? Or simply because we can't seem to face them eye-to-eye?

I guess I could say the aforementioned to myself.

I don't know why, but when I come into close contact with the person I like, it seems as if the world just suddenly stops, as if the earth's rotation has concluded due to the sun's golden burst. In the vast universe of my perception, you're that sun the sun that brought color and warmth to my bizarre world.

Like the blasting music amid a crowded party gradually pausing, everything freezes in place. In my bewildered eyes, you shine brightly in my thorough sight, Locked into your magnetic presence-let alone yourself-puts me in a subconscious reverie. Even from a far distance, such as the cosmos that glistens in the sea of stars, my eyes and gacs are only laid upon you.

But of course. I wouldn't have the guts to confess to you, even yet, make eye contact. Siguro dahil nakakahiya lang? Baka sa salita ng ibang tao, torpe raw, It's the latter, foremost. After all, I suppose our propinquity would leave me in a state of trance.

You, yourself, caught my impassive gaze. The gaze that once longed for nothing. But you had my mind and curiosity seized from the very moment. If could describe perfection, it would be you.

You appear to be perceived exceptionally in my every angle and vision: Indeed, you are quite the sight to see.

In my book, your fluorescent eyes are what bring gleam to the vast galaxy of stars in my dusk universe.

Ken, in the ever changing world, I've learned so much from silly slang to profound ideas that keep me pondering until three in the morning. One of my favorites is the Orange Peel Theory. It suggests that someone who truly cares about you will perform small acts of service, even if you can do them yourself. This theory feels so gentle, emphasizing that love is a touch of tenderness.

Ken, you might not notice it at first, but after returning from our numerous dates, my mind will replay those moments like a broken tape. That's when you realize that every touch, gesture, and gaze from you is filled with tenderness. It's like watching them in the orange glow of sunset, their head thrown back in laughter, lost in your own bubble and just in that moment, you understand that such gentle love exists, somewhere in between all the chaos of life.

Ken, I might find it during our random phone conversation and scrabble sessions, where you both share your opinions on various topics. When the discussion turns deeper, and I find myself typing out long paragraphs about my thoughts, I realize that this exchange of vulnerability is worth everything. Your replies, filled with the same energy and thoughtfulness, make falling in love seem so effortless. It feels like blowing on a dandelion and watching the seeds linger in the air, just like how love lingers in my heart.

Ken, It's refreshing to know that after crying yesterday while I'm badly pale and sick, still your assurance deserve this kind of gentle love. It may let our guards down, it allows us to share burdens and carry our hearts with care. It's fascinating how you can hold your entire heart, making you believe you can hold the world with just your hands because they are your world, your person, and hoping I could be that world and person.

Ken, the moment I realize you would peel oranges for me. Even though you can do it by myself, you're willing to do it out of care and interest. You choose the best-looking orange, peel it with care, and remove the white part because you know they prefer it that way some find it bitter. It's a bit of a hassle, but worth it when you love someone with every atom of your being. The whole process of peeling the orange is filled with thoughts of your person, each piece peeled with love, until all that's left is an overwhelming sense of love in your heart. That's how I feel for almost 4 months 🥺

Ken, I really love how you treated me so right:

Would you like another one to play?" Saan ka na po?" "Kumusta araw mo po?" "Go po rant ka lang" "I'm here" "Dito ka sa tabi baka matabig ka" "Wait kita" "Ano pa gusto mo?" "Sige I'll buy po" "Galingan mo palagi!" "Laban lang" "Gala tayo?" "Gusto mo magkita tayo?"

It's like equivalent to:

"You would peel them for me?" Would you love me till the end?

"For as long as I can." I'll love you until I no longer can.

Ken, in those moments, love feels tender and everlasting to me.

Sana hindi ka po magsawa sa mga ganitong prosa at letter para sa'yo na hindi ko pa kaya binigay at ilathala sa pamamagitan ng aking salita.

Please rest well and I hope you'll get better. I miss you, my Brutus.

Imogen.

[the-traveling-poet]

OH MY GOSH! That modern!au was so beautiful???😭😭 I’m not a sucker for moderns au cause I like to keep things as canon as possible but saying that I loved this would be an understatement. 🤩 Please write a pt 2?? 💕

Phone Call

After successfully arriving at the Cast Meet and Greet event a couple hours away from your quaint apartment, you were able to meet your idol at long last. Though you had been awkward in greeting the man of your dreams, you planned to make up for ‘lost time’. With his phone number tucked securely in your phone’s contact list, you anxiously awaited the right moment to send that first text.

Pairings: Actor!Levi x Fan!Reader

Warnings: modern!AU, language, fluff

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

A/N: thanknyou so much Anon, and also AGREED. I’m not one for modern!AU aot fics, but the request kinda struck me and I thought ‘why not?’ And I’m content with how it turned out?? So I’m happy to do a follow up :3 I’m so sorry it took me forever! Hope you enjoy pt. 2!

Part 1 | Part 3

That hour had passed you by surprisingly quickly, with how often you’d space out staring over the crowd of fans to fantasize your interaction with Levi Ackerman all over once more in your hazy mind.

Just what had happened? Your babbling and jumbled words, earning you a receipt of his own personal number??

The more you thought about it, you figured this had to be some grueling joke. It had to, right? This never happened outside of fiction. Perhaps he had given you a public number of his, and if you texted it you might just end up embarrassing yourself.

But the look he’d had in his eyes when he glanced up at you before signing those ten numbers under his signature onto the very paper he held…surely he wasn’t one for cruel practical jokes, right?

Tucking the paper away for now, you brought yourself back to the present as the interview began.

For the entirety of the event, you couldn’t keep the giddy grin from your face as your favorite actors and actresses posed as their beloved characters to answer popular questions across many social media platforms. They would quote the author’s original scrip for accurate answers, as well as adding their own personal takes on the topics as the character’s roles.

How could this event have been any more enthralling; you had thought, just before managing to meet the gaze of Levi from the back of the room. Your breath stuck in your throat once more as you quickly diverted your stare.

But upon hearing the man start to speak into his small microphone to answer some questions on a cue card he held, your gaze snapped back up in an instant to find him. You could listen to his voice all day and never tire of how husky and yet smooth he sounded. While the questions were indeed interesting, and provoked curiosity within every fan present, you found it hard to focus on the words.

You pinched your thigh to make yourself concentrate less on the paper held securely in your hand, and more on the event you’d paid a good amount to come see.

The hours ticked by all too quickly, as much as you were anxious to get a chance to text Levi’s number. But finally the moment arrived when the cast all took a stand and thanked the audience for showing up.

Shaking hands grabbed at your belongings as you stood to clap alongside the hundred or so fans. The room was slow to clear, prohibiting you from leaving through the double doors just yet.

Realizing you’d be stuck in the exit line for some time, you let your anticipation get the better of you and pulled out your phone. You hesitated when the contact screen popped up, wondering just what you would say, should this in fact not have been a joke.

“Fuck it,” You whispered, hitting send.

Hey, Mr. Ackerman, this is Y/N from earlier. Loved getting to meet you today!

With a shaky sigh you pocketed your phone, fighting with your bag as you scanned the dispersing crowd. Your eyes naturally drifted back towards the interview table, watching the cast clear their things and be led back through a single door liking the back wall.

Surprisingly, Levi hadn’t departed yet. He stood beside two guards, arms folded and leaning casually against the table as they chatted.

You’d nearly looked away when his posture straightened. He pulled a thin black phone from his back pocket and unlocked it. You nearly lost your breath when he seemed to be reading the screen closely as his nimble thumbs ran across the lower half of the screen.

Daring to hope, you ducked down in the crowd slightly and checked the message you’d sent. And there at the bottom of the screen appeared a bubble icon.

Biting your lip, you were slightly saddened to see the line moving along. But now, you had a bit of a bounce to your step as you left the building and re-emerged back in the extensive parking lot.

You had to remind yourself to look away from your phone screen and watch for passing cars as you passed the walkway. Hastily unlocking your car, you slid inside and locked the door after you and picked up your phone.

I’m glad you enjoyed the event. But please, just Levi is fine. Seems you were anxious to test the validity of this number?

Who knows how long you sat there, shaking in your seat as your thumbs flew across the screen to form a response. But after some time discussing the event, Levi brought up the situation in which you hadn’t been able to say all you had wanted; what with the time limit per fan and your awkward stumbling.

With a burning face and shaking fingers you replied ‘yes’ to his suggestion for a quick call, as he had nothing left on his schedule after the interview, at least for a few hours.

You drove off with a tight grin, awkwardly taking the call once it rang. It was slow to begin with, you trying to be formal and Levi trying to convince you to just be yourself.

An hour into the drive home, you’d hardly recognized just how easy it had been to open up and ask the things you really wanted to know. He answered every question you had, to the best of your ability.

He never once sounded annoyed, nor distracted as the call progressed. In fact, he started asking you simple questions of his own.

Are you from around here?

No? Where at, then?

How damn long did you drive to get here?

When did you get into the show?

Why was my character your favorite? He’s kinda a dick.

All too soon you’d pulled into the lot outside your apartment, and bade him a hesitant goodbye. You’d have continued the call, if it hadn’t already been two hours of conversation and he had a shoot he had to attend for the company.

Offhandedly, he mentioned thinking on letting you have the first look how the photos would come out before he hung up, leaving you with an explosive feeling of butterflies in your gut.

Climbing the straits towards your room, you unlocked the door and flipped onto the couch with a barely contained scream.

You were living a reality you hardly thought feasible, how could you not be over the moon?

Just when you’d thrown your phone to the side some time later to grave dinner, your phone buzzed one last time.

*Attachment : 4 images.*

Never thought I’d give my number to a fan. Coffee at Highland Cafè around 2 o’clock next week? That’s closer to you.

[victoriavmw82]

When You Fudged Up On The First Day

Do you have that one person in your life that always has to be right? Even when they aren't right they make themselves right. Do you have a real life Nemasis? Have you ever been hurt by other Christian's? Have you ever let someone get to you, to the point you come to the end of yourself? Have you ever had someone hate you without all the facts? Has anyone ever spread rumors about you and though they aren't true, they become true because of who believes them and spread them? If so this story is for you.

One thing I have always liked about the movie Love Actually is that I could identify with the girl that rolled the snack cart around the prime ministers office and other stuff. The reason being is much like her I worried if I had made the right impression upon people.

I have many wonderful memories of serving in ministry, however I also have memories of heart ache and disappointment in my fellow colleagues. I was warned before I moved to the country how social politics worked I had never let it phase me being that I grew up in a large city. I much had the attitude, "Bring It!" and well one day, they brought it. I have many theories why things happened the way that it did but one thing was for sure it was a tatic used to shut me up and break my spirit and make me feel like I didn't belong in a world where you are supposed to belong, right?! Or do we really?! That's a topic for a whole other day though.

The phone rang it was late into the night I had just gotten off from my job at the time The Butcher Shop a local favorite. I worked in the back Bakery and my job was very physically and mentally draining for me.So I was used to coming home much like a zombie eating, and falling asleep either while eating or watching a movie. One time I fell asleep on the phone with my biological mother🤦🏻‍♀️😂🤣she was pissed, to say the least. So the phone rings and I'm thinking it's my best friend needing a ride to work or the grocery store as her rides were always bailing on her. But nope much to my surprise the asshole had waited till he and his wife and their friends were having some fun to continue the bullshit from the previous day.At first I thought it was my phone stalker ironically enough who had one night called my number by accident and, well, just kept calling every so often I guess to liven my dead ass phone up🤷🏻‍♀️I do not know, but we had this thing were we bantered each other back and forth,then they would hang up. They usually called back, acted like they weren't there and then they were done for a couple months 🤣😂 They did not believe that the person they were trying to reach was not at that number. This time it was different, I recognized the voice and right off the bat I charged in with a comment about them being tech savvy. They immediately got offended and came at me with a slut comment. Now for some reason everyone in the community thought I was a hoe, the stuff that would get back to me......I mean, who needs to sleep around when your living vicariously through the imaginations of the people around you, it was definitely more interesting then my actual boring life. I had, had it rough been through some things so when it came to that, I didn't let that phase me......I had been hearing it my whole life so to speak. I came from abuse, got left in abuse and walked right into some more, bless my heart, I just had the wrong kind of luck so to speak, it was like the tear jerker that never ended the kind that goes into details about one character for pages or a whole chapter rather.

I didn't like the dude, mainly cuz from the first moment he met me he was judging me with his eyes, the way he shook my hand to the way he realesed his hand from the hand shake.The way he acted fake to me infront of his dad, the way he made sexual advances above my head that I ignored and played dumb. I actually acted like I thought he was for real talking about a clarinet when I really knew what he was asking me and it just sickened me. At that time that's all I knew is that I was like this bond servant going from one dude to another being abused. I over looked the way he was always touching his friends wife shoulder, I grew up in the church I knew whatever you thought you saw or saw......you kept your mouth shut and you acted like you didn't see it or hear it, if you knew what was good for you. I knew there was more to "them" by the way she treated me in private when she took me places and how she twisted things I said around trying to get him to hate me even more.....she knew I had caught his attention unwillingly. Most would think it a dream come true, however I saw right through the wool and what was actually there enough to know it was a nightmare.

My hunches were confirmed when his mother invited me over one time and brought her son up even though that was a subject that was supposed to be off limits. She insisted that we had a past which insulted me, she presumed that my best friend was jealous of her son which would imply that she thought I had liked him and she mentioned that her son was a bully and that in a round a bout way him bullying me and his friends was because he actually liked me and she had known and had favored it more than his present marriage for reasons I can not say. I was sickened.

Back to that night, he was amused with himself that I knew and so he asked me in french if he could suck my cunt and lick my pussy and eat me out since I was acting like one. He was not banking on the fact that for whatever reason I knew exactly what he said and heard it like I was hearing English being spoken to me and said, "No, hell no!" In so many words. The jerk was actually shocked I had rejected him. I could hear his wife and her friend laughing in the back ground, that just made him more mad and everytime I hung up he called back. We played a game on the phone, not by choice because he threatened, It was confirmed it was him, cuz he brought a suitcase to church the next day, just like the deal was in our deal or no deal game. I repulsed obviously, left right after church. Nobody ever heard that part of the story or the fact his worker was the one who gave me his number after refusing to do his job and call and made me do it knowing I was right that it would be me who got in trouble. Nobody ever heard that part ,that for thirty minutes at the first fall fest he and my best friend went MIA for thirty minutes his brother looking for him and me her and years later before a picture was posted she described in detail a tattoo on his body that you wouldn't see unless he wanted you to ... which in the picture he's revealing his tattoo. It always gets twisted that I was the one doing all the calling and harassing, when it was actually the other way around and he kept tabs on me for months after.

I go to another church and this guy finds out about all that and he uses that for his advantage; I was accused of having an affair with the worship leader and he was accused of the same; I was in discipleship program and when I defended both of us rightly so and said that the incidents being acused of were false because I was at work or with this person or serving I was called a liar. That instructor twisted the facts to them protecting her falsehoods and rumours told to her and the fact she was covering up she had been dating a guy and lying about it and making stuff up about me to get me out. By the time my friend attempted to help me fix the problem and lay down the law of I'm not putting up with anymore shit the story had been twisted. They never knew I and he was actually accused of having affairs with each other and flirting. I never once did anything to suggest that, nor did he. I have always thought that's the real reason I was asked to leave because he didn't want to defend my honor like I had his, he used what he had already heard about me and made it look like to everyone....that this was a round two thing.

Interestingly enough Professor M after that has not spoken to him again and they don't do business with each other anymore🤔🧐 curiously enough. Makes you wonder.

When asked one time, before I could ask what I was going to ask he answered and said everything that covered what I was basically going to ask and it offended him to his core that I would even think they spoke.

The truth was, I sent copies of text messages anytime I ever messaged "MJ" I never was alone with him and was always accompanied by another female or someone else. Always! He always put me on speaker phone. At the time we were supposedly friends like family 🙄ya.

I allowed him in like a brother and when he didn't have my back and his wife turned on me knowing I hadn't done nothing but defend myself against lies and then wouldn't let me speak to them the truth and what had been said and just believing lies over me, that hurt. I let her speak to me like I was nothing and he as well like I was nothing. Such snobs and a half.

Sometimes, I wish I could fix my timeline and make it right much like in The Avengers. But then I wonder once people know the truth and you realize that the person you put so much faith in screwed up big time would it be enough for them to recover. Most people want the antagonist to be punished and go through righteous hell, me I'm like no no I've been through the hell and trust me you don't want it....even if it's just. I'm like can we just call a truths?!🤷🏻‍♀️🧐🤷🏻‍♀️

The truth is that one person changed my life forever so many bad things happened to me as you clearly saw in third half of this blog, but at the same time I had some good things happen as a result of that event. I no longer just go to church and just take what the person says at face value gosple truth, I actually do the research and open my bible. It made me not want to have sex so while most people in their mid 20s go through that phase... Ya no I was safe and so I look at it kinda like birth control 😂🤣I did not sleep around, I instead tuned into the Victoria gossip channel and laughed at the shit people thought I did. I stayed away from the Desperate House Wives of such and such🤣😂 I eventually quit hating them.

I can already guess what your wanting to know, "Did I ever actually like him?"

The answer is, "no" I never did he reminded me too much of the guy I was best friends with my whole life which means I know what their demons are. He made me want to kill myself and I was almost successful, because of the rumours, lies, making up stuff etc. He never apologized abusive behavior or bullying is not attractive. No. To believe second hand knowledge like it was the gospel truth is beyond me and not even try to research it.

If he ever apologized to me or reaped what he sowed in how he treated me I'm not sure my reaction. But one thing is for certain if you can't love yourself who in the hell else is gonna love you?! So be good and be good to yourself!

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@antolcgias​   sent   :    🎭 hadestown.

goooooooooooooooooooooodddddddd ,   would you ever   die   for a musical ?      because   i would   d i e   for this one . . .     okay ,   so basically ,    this is a folk/blues musical about the myth of orpheus and eurydice .     it was originally an    iconic   folk album by the incomparable   anais mitchell.     that album got me through a    serious   depressive phase in college ,    let me tell you. 

the setting was   originally   kind of like . . .      a steampunk great depression vibe ?     it made its off-broadway debut at new york theater workshop . . .     AND LET ME TELL YOU   –––    THAT IS THE BETTER VERSION   !!      but before i rampage about that ,   let’s tell you what we’re workin’ with here. 

ORPHEUS   :   a songwriter  /   poet.   in the original version ,    he’s played by damon daunno    (   my   KING . . .     i’m a full ass lesbian and i would fuck that man.     he recently starred and was nominated for the recent oklahoma! revival and he is   very ugly hot .   )     damon’s orpheus is kind of a fuck boy.    on broadway ,   he was replaced by reeve carney.    reeve’s a rat.    his orpheus is   “ more likeable , ”    which is apparently a euphemism for awkward and naive. 

EURYDICE   :    a hungry young girl.    god ,    god ,    G O D    ––    the way i would die for her !!!    she’s been alone ,   poor   and out of luck her whole life until she meets this fuck boy orpheus and it’s    literally    one of those pinterest quotes that are like   ‘ i had nothing to lose but oh   ––    then i found   you . ’   type romances.     played by nabiyah be off broadway.    played by eva noblezada on broadway.    i personally prefer nabiyah because i think her portrayal allowed for more nuance and also i think the parallels between persephone and eurydice are important so she should   also   be black.    but eva is cute and very talented.    YOU CAN SEE BOTH NABIYAH AND DAMON HERE. 

PERSEPHONE   :    my drunk queen.    middle aged woman in a spoiled marriage ,   has grown tired of the underworld and forgotten why she loves her husband.    played by amber gray ,    queen of my life. 

HADES   :    so the underworld is kind of like  ? ? ?     aesthetically ,   a manufacturing company ,   and all souls in the underworld work for him just to have shelter ,   but slave labor.    he keeps the underworld very hot and bright because he thinks it will remind persephone of spring.    accidentally had a lot of trump parallels back in 2016 no one saw coming ,   but more redeemable.    played by patrick page ,   abuelito of my heart. 

okay this is already too long but basically during the winter orpheus is too damn busy working on his music to help eurydice prepare for the cold and she’s desperate.    persephone and hades are fighting ,   so hades goes to find a side chick to piss her off.    he offers eurydice a ticket to the underworld and she’s so desperate for security she takes it.   (   yes cue me screaming forever about how in this version eurydice kills herself because she’s so desperate for peace and the implications of class struggle that has don’t TOUCH me.   )

MOST ICONIC SONGS:     way down hadestown .     chant ( i & ii ),    wait for me ,    epic iii   ( this one is all about the lyrics.   )   and basically the whole rest of the album. 

QUICK POINTS ABOUT WHY HADESTOWN OFF BROADWAY WAS BETTER & THEN I’LL SHUT UP UNTIL I HAVE ANOTHER HADESTOWN MELTDOWN.

the way they changed orpheus’ character was bad.   first of all ,   they stripped our hero of his hubris by making him awkward and naive.    and as we all know ,   greek mythology and hubris are besties.     also   ( they toned it down )   but at the beginning of the run ,   there was genuine confusing over whether orpheus on bway was supposed to be on the spectrum  ( he’s referred to as touched and god touched and couldn’t go more than two seconds without a quirk or stuttering.  they cut some of that now. )   and that would be fine ,   and i know people write fic about the representation they feel in that except . . .    his naivety is his downfall,   and i don’t know if i like those implications.

they cut down persephone and eurydice’s characters in order to flesh out orpheus.    huge mistake because the charm of this portrayal was giving an orpheus story and not allowing eurydice to have a character outside of being in love with him. 

they dumbed down the lyrics   considerably .      this is one songs transformation from off-broadway    to    broadway.    and i get why they felt they had to do that for a wider touristy audience.    but it’s laughable. 

they made it too political on broadway.    it was accidentally political in 2016 when hades sang a song about building a wall write after trump started campaigning for it.    the direct parallels on broadway make it hard to root for hades which sucks because he’s such a great character.    also   ––    in broadway they make orpheus ,    the young white man ,    try to lead a revolution for liberation of   everyone   in the underworld who are mostly poc . . .   and then he fails but its somehow uplifting ???     but they do do cool thing like reference global warming and add more mythological stuff in the staging.

okay i’m done.    if you want to watch the bway boot with me or read the off bway script with me while listen to an audio bootleg of the old version with me . . .    i’m always down. 

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

Hello! May I request Hanahaki disease with Leona? You could make it angst and make the reader die, thinking Leona wouldn't love them back. Or fluff. Or make Leona the one with the disease. I don't care, anything is fine! Thank you!!!💕

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warnings: gender neutral reader, hanahaki disease au, blood mention, some love triangle w/ Malleus, mention of cheating

Leona hated that horned beast you always followed around. his malice towards the fae was no secret, even from you. you tried to get the feline man to calm down about it, but you quickly learned it was best to avoid the topic entirely.

whenever Malleus approached you Leona growled. the fae prince was unamused by your guard-lion, finding him equally annoying. but, Malleus respected you and your choice of friends, even if he did not understand it.

unlike Leona.

"where are you sneaking off to, herbivore?" his voice was rough with sleep, as a single brilliant green eye opened to glare at you.

"well if you're just going to nap I thought id go stretch my legs." it wasn't a total lie. you did enjoy Leona's company, as of recent he'd become more affectionate towards you.

he liked to hog your time and attention, napping like a cub in your lap. it was cute, although you wouldn't tell him that. he almost reminded you of Grim sometimes. soft ears, tail curled around himself, a little ball of a beastman, practically purring in your lap.

"you are going to visit your oh so powerful fae prince aren't you." his other eye blinked open. Leona brought a hand up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. you couldn't help but think he looked like a house cat grooming himself. he really was cute sometimes.

"look okay, I know you don't like him but he's my-" you hesitated. Leona growled.

"your what? your friend? don't lie to me. or maybe you're lying to yourself if you don't see the way he looks at you." his ears are twitched back, tail flicking to and fro in irritation.

"Leona I-"

"save your breath. leave." his voice is low, not quite a growl but far from the calm and steady tone he usually uses with you.

you watch as your schoolmate rolls over, showing his back to you and curls in on himself again. while a part of you wants to go back to him, to pet his soft hair and fall asleep at his side, he did tell you to leave.

deciding not to disturb him any longer, you kept your footsteps quiet as you left the greenhouse.

Leona awoke to a searing pain in his chest. he coughed in discomfort, unable to swallow down whatever and crawled down his throat.

dragging himself to one of the flower beds he coughed and coughed until his frame shook. perhaps Ruggie had retrieved him something contaminated or spoiled. he'd tug on the little hyena's tail and give him an earful later.

wiping the sides of his mouth, Leona spit the rough and bitter taste from his tongue. only then did he look down to see just what he'd coughed up.

he stared in confusion at the pink petals and green leaves. scraping the plant from his tongue he confirmed that, yes he had just reched up a succulent.

how disgusting.

the carnivore rose to his feet, glaring at the pile of petals and leaves. never would he ever eat such a thing. firstly, because it is rabbit food and therefor beneath him, secondly, because he recognizes the flower.

a desert rose, they are poisonous blooms.

he doesn't tell anyone of the incident, instead finding himself in the library. upon a night of study he slinks back to his room at Savanaclaw, dangerous knowledge at hand.

you don't see Leona for a couple of days. the thought of the beastman barely crosses your mind, distracted by your horned companion.

you really can't help it. he's tall, and handsome, and gentle, a little clueless at times but his innocence is... charming in its own way. his body isn't warm like Leona's, his skin isn't soft, his voice isn't as demanding.

the pair truly are like summer and winter. and as fond as you are of your feline companion, you cannot help but fall. and fall you do, right into the greedy jaws of a dragon.

Leona's condition worsens. he avoids you entirely, and you are to distracted by your love drunk heart to notice.

its only when Jack expresses a worry for his dorm leader that the thought of Leona crosses your mind once again.

you seek out the lion, Ruggie reluctantly letting you into Leona's room. hes napping on the bed, unsurprisingly. however you are perplexed to find a bucket by the side.

wondering if he had gotten food poisoning from eating raw meat again you expect a foil smell from the bucket. but you are instead met with a soft floral scent.

curiosity peeked, you gaze down, finding instead a blooded bucket of flower petals. the bright pink mix with dark red of old blood, the smell of sweet floral mixed with copper and salt churns your stomach.

placing a hand over your mouth you back away in horror.

why didn't he tell you? you knew Leona was fond of you, his small moments of affection the closest the lion would get to flirting. but he was still rough and wild as a beast so you'd never thought it went very far.

perhaps you were mistaken? perhaps he's caught this sickness for another? you were confused by the twinge of jealousy in your gut at that notion.

while you liked Leona greatly, you didn't love him, at least not in the way you loved Malleus. yet still, gazing down at the sleeping beastman, you felt the desire to curl up against him and rest.

ah, that was why. Leona was warm and soft, he smelled of summer and musk and a feral animalistic kind of strength. you had forgotten how much you liked his presents. how calming, how protective it was.

you removed your shoes before crawling onto the bed. his ears twitched along with the fuzzy end of his tail, indicating he was awake. but he did not move, nor did he speak.

curling yourself against his back you nuzzled your nose into his hair. a tiny giggled pulled from your throat as his ears twitched and brushed your face. you breathed deeply, letting Leona's scent curl into your mind and relax your body.

"I'm sorry." you spoke finally.

"shut up." in the blink of an eye you were shoved onto your back, pinned down by the beastman. his eyes were sharp and his ears flat on his head.

"Leona I-"

"shut up!" you caught a glimpse of tears gathered at the corner of his eyes, before his lips were on yours.

your mind told you to push him away, that you belonged to Malleus now. that this was wrong, you were being unfaithful to your lover.

but your hands tangled in his hair just the same. he was warm and soft and hungry for your affections. purring into your mouth as his tongue danced with yours.

another thought pulled in your mind, this was cruel.

you were using him. Leona was... friend may not be the right word but he certainly wasn't your lover. you did not love him, you were being greedy. you desired him, but no, you didn't love him. not really.

when he pulled away and began planting kisses down your neck, rough tongue desperately sucking at your flesh, you spoke up.

"Leona stop. you're only hurting yourself." hands fisted in your clothing as his growl vibrated against your flesh.

"why..." his voice was breathless from how worked up he'd become. "why did you kiss me back?"

"...I'm sorry Leona."

"liar."