#ever since i first read the poem i knew i wanted to make something with it

[gunpowder-arti]

sad cat poem - spencer madsen

#long post #no id #colored pearl #spearmaster #rain world #seven red suns #THIS HAS BEEN IN THE WORKS SINCE. FEBRUARY. HI. #it was literally just sitting there only slightly unfinished. a conversation with taut convinced me to finally Finish the damn thing #ever since i first read the poem i knew i wanted to make something with it #ultimately it was between this and hollow knight and ultimately i settled on spearmaster angst ! yippee #still a hollow knight reference or two in there because. it;s me. come on. but it's spearmaster ultimately #anyways. do yoy love the color of the spearmaster sad cat poem

[volturiprincess]

To love You in an Old Way

Jasper Hale x human mate reader

Summary: Reader is a fan of old school love Warnings: None, just pure fluff A/N: This one-shot was inspired by this song I been listening on repeat lately, its called "Amarte a la Antigua" or "To Love You in an Old Way" by Eslabon Armado. I added lyrics from the song onto this (Spanish is my first language so translating was easy) From just that song theres another song I listen from this group and another one shot idea came to idea. There will be another A/N in the end. Enjoy :)

(You can never forget your first love for a Vampire)

“Today we no longer write letters to fall in love

Today the flowers are no longer seen”

I have never been serenaded by gifts or even experienced all those old school love gestures. I always said I had no interest in being serenaded but secretly I wished that everything you see in the movies could happen to me. The endless romance books I have drowned myself in so that I could try to picture myself in those romantic scenes leaves me with an unsaid desire. But it is an unrequired thing, guys at school just don't work like that anymore 

“Where has that romance gone?

There are no longer poems to conquer each other

Now only emails are sent”

That is until a certain cowboy came into my life, Jasper Hale. I always admired him from a distance and didn't really approach him in any way until he awkwardly but oh so adorable came up to me one day and said “Hello y/n would you like to go out with me to a bookstore in Port Angeles”. The way he had a hint of anxiety in his eyes and how he flexed his arms behind his back left me curious as to why he was so nervous to talk to me. From that moment 2 years ago today, we have been together ever since, and yes I do know about him and his family being vampires and his past even. There are days where he has to be away from me to control his thirst but I never feel disappointed or hurt. I do always praise him for how far he has come to being able to be around me without the feeling of wanting to drain my blood in a second. 

But the thing I absolutely love about Jasper is he is an old school lover, makes sense since he is old but he does everything you would see in the movies. At first it started with just short poem phrases left inside my locker or in the books I would read, 

“Loving you the old way, stealing your smiles

Hold your hand, open the door for you, write you poems

love like before”

And from that he started to write full on poems, one of them being called “To love you in old way”, which just hits my heart in every way. He then started to give me little gifts, nothing fancy yet unless you count chocolates but he would give me little drawings he's done throughout the day or once he gave me a bracelet he made that had a small heart and rose charm. I still wear that bracelet to this day. 

“Fill you with roses, sing you songs, paint you caresses”

When he writes me poems, he leaves them in my bedroom with a bouquet of my favorite flowers each time. The way he loves me is something I never knew could exist, he's so suave with his southern charm  and the way he can sit for hours listening to me talk just makes my heart swell. Many would assume just because he's the reserve type he lacks being a romantic type, but when me and him are alone he says some of the most dazzling and mesmerizing things that can put any poet to shame

Like just a minute ago he said this line 

“In you, I have found the love that fills my soul”

And with his Texan accent, it made it more personal.

“Was that an Edgar Allan Poe quote?”

“It was, I figured you would like it for the reason being you love his works”

“Oh you know me so well cowboy”

He smirked slightly and pulled me into his embrace so my back was against his chest while he was leaning against a tree. 

“I like how you learned quotes from his works to woe me, even if he focuses more on the dark and terror of life”

“Well one thing I have grown to know about you is books are a key to your heart”

“Yes true, and food, don't forget food”

The way he laughs makes me melt into him more, his laugh is quiet like the sounds of small bells ringing, so angelic yet at the same time so bewitching.

“I could never forget that about you darlin”

I thought about our first date, I was internally panicking and was overthinking constantly of what to say to him, I was debating to just be myself or my quiet self. What made me loosen up with him was he gave me this aura of calm, at the time I didn't understand how but with that feeling I relaxed and was able to finally be myself. Since our first date was at a bookstore, he held all the books I wanted and he didn't protest or anything, actually he would recommend books or I would catch him sneaking books into my growing pile. After that date, we just knew we fit like a puzzle, it was then confirmed later that Jasper and I are mates which confused me since I am human. 

We would spend hours either in his room or mine reading and then talking about it afterwards. He really is my missing piece to my soul. My parents even approved of Jasper and would be happy to have him over or even letting him stay the night or vice versa. They knew Jasper was the perfect gentleman and wouldn't do anything to hurt me, which is true in every way, even if he does have his days where he struggles with his thirst control.

“Penny for thoughts?”

At hearing his voice through my mist of memories I answered “I was just thinking about our first date”

“What about it?”

“Just thinking how we fit like two puzzle pieces”

He kissed the top of my head and mumbled quietly

“You have no idea how true that is”

I grabbed his hand and traced his visible veins. I would often do that to make him relax more and in a way it comforted me. As for him I noticed he would bury his face into my hair, he says my hair smells like flowers and I could feel him melt everytime he did that. 

“Can I ask you something”

His sudden voice in our quiet bliss startled me

“Yea? What's up?”

“Well I have a supplication for you”

I raised an eyebrow at that word but pulled away from him so I could face him.

“Supplication? You never fail to amuse me with your formal words but continue with your supplication”

His radiantly affectionate smirk spread onto his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled a small box out, seeing that box my eyes widened slightly, is it what i think it is? With opening the box I can already see the twinkling diamond shining through 

“Darlin’ the moment I meet you I felt I could finally breathe again, I felt somewhat human once again and my dark past did not cloud my mind as much, I don't know what I would do if I were to ever lose you or let you do, that might sound selfish but damn dang it I love you doll, Will you do me the honor and marry me?”

My tears were already building up when he barely said his first words. The man of my dreams is asking for my hand in marriage and the way the sunlight was hitting him made him look so surreal, it felt like we were in a dream at that moment.

“YES Jas, YES!!”

His smile widened and he placed the ring on my finger in an instant and pulled me into a deep kiss. This kiss didn't feel like any other kiss we had in the past, it felt like all our past deception vanished and it was just me and him in this whole world. And to think this all started with me craving for that old antique love gestures. 

“Love you the old way, love you like before”

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A/N: I love Jasper, as I said in one of my past post, he was my first Vampire love until well I discovered Felix but I still love him never less. I have another idea for a one shot with another song but this time it will be about Caius, hence to why I have one of his quotes in my bio.

#jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock #the cullens #jasper hale imagine #twilight renaissance #twilight fanfiction #twilight imagine #jasper whitlock x reader

[miheartsedthings]

(And a hopeful rhythm broke within him)

Glory

(You are required by law to listen to this song while you read this)

Just a little post StarCourt fluff

Billy Hargrove stands in the summer sun flooding your porch, his arm leaning against the frame. Steve, Nancy, and Robin are waiting in the car parked in the street. He’s looking at you, so determined but of what you have no idea. His cool blue eyes take stock of your face and then flick away as he glances over his shoulder at the car. 

“You got this,” Robin shouts, and is then elbowed by Steve. 

Billy makes a face as he turns back to you, one of aggravation and impatience. Though not with you, but with himself. It’s simple, this thing he’s come to do. One of many stops on his way to turning himself around. It’s been months since StarCourt, the day which had effectively electroshocked his nervous system, opening his eyes to the larger evils of the world. He knew now that he didn’t want to be part of them ever again. But the road to a better self was full of obstacles, internal and external. 

This one he’d been putting off, but summer was nearly over and you’d be moving into the dorms soon. It was now or never. 

“You okay?” You ask, stepping onto the porch.

He backs up to give you space and you drag the door closed behind you. This is only the second time Billy has spoken directly to you, the first being the day you recited a poem at the senior assembly, afterwards in the hall you’d bumped into him and he’d scowled at you. 

“Good job up there, I’ve never felt so many of my brain cells fry up all at once.” 

Those words burned, and stuck with you for many reasons, not least of all was that despite yourself, you had a thing for Billy. Not his rudeness or his boorish party games, but him. For some reason you liked him, you could love him, given the chance.

Now he’s on your porch, and his eyes are full of a question and he’s hesitating to say something. 

“Look. Sorry about that day.” he says, his brows pushed together in a frustrated glare. “The thing you read was nice I just…yeah, sorry.” 

You smile. 

“I can’t believe you’re apologizing.” You say. “What’s come over you?”

“A lotta shit happened.” 

You nod a little, and stand there watching him watch you, and your brows raise. 

“Is that it?” 

He huffs, grinning a little, shaking his head because he can’t believe he’s nervous. 

“Come out with me.” 

You blink twice, a flutter of surprise dropping you back a step. 

“E-excuse me?” 

He chuckles, shifting around, beautiful as ever in his denim jacket. 

“You’re gonna make me say it again?” His eyes land on yours, and that charming grin spreads farther. His heart is beating so fast because…he really likes you. He's always liked you. A cool breeze sweeps across the porch, reminding you of autumn’s quick approach.

“Maybe.” 

He looks at you, and his grin erupts into a full blown smile. You’ve never seen Billy smile like that and you didn’t know it’d be so lovely. 

“Tease,” he laughs. “C’mon.” 

You’re full of warmth. Your life full of welcome changes. You weren’t expecting this, but you can’t say no. 

“Alright,” you say, and watch his smile fade a little, his eyes softening with the realization that you’ve said yes. You actually said yes. “I’ll go out with you Billy Hargrove, but you better be nice to me.” 

His smile spreads again. 

“Yeah, darlin, I’ll try.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #fanfic #billy hargrove imagine #billy stranger things #billy hargrove fluff

[agathaandbrienneslesbian]

Love-Letters

Jane Murdstone x Fem!Maid!Reader

Hiyaaaa I've finally finished my Jane murdstone fic and it's the first fic I'll upload on Tumblr so...

Big thank you to my freinds for proof reading this mess :3

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!

Warnings: SMUT 18+, minors DNI

Authors note: Just because we love our red flag on legs. Smutty fanfic of Female Reader Maid and Jane Murdstone. Secrets, Love confessions, (kinda) soft Jane, top! Jane, bottom! Reader.

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The second you saw her in the maid's quarters, holding a stack of notes in her hand and glaring at you, you knew you were royally fucked. There she stood. The object of your (very questionable) affection, Jane Murdstone. You knew you shouldn’t like her, but you couldn’t help yourself. There was just something enchanting about the way she carried herself.

Jane Murdstone, who has been terrorising you for so many months, ever since she set foot in your Lady's manor and made you her personal maid.

THE Miss Murdstone who, as soon as you laid eyes on her, burned her beautiful image in your mind and heart, making it impossible to forget her icy blue eyes, the pale ivory skin, or her soft long black tresses you so gladly brushed out each morning and evening. And even though everyone else feared the Iron Lady, you saw a gentler, more vulnerable side of her, you saw behind the facade, and that's what made you fall for that woman.

However, this Jane Murdstone was now marching up to you at a dangerous pace, her eyes narrow and unreadable. A shiver went down your spine, as soon as she stood towering in front of you in all her stoic beauty, looking down at your small and weak form.

“What is this?” She asked through gritted teeth, wiggling the loose notes in front of your face. Confused, you focused on the pages in her hand, and your heart dropped. She was holding the poems and love letters you’d written about her in secret. The only way to confront your feelings towards her and the biggest secret you’ve harboured in your boring little life as a maid. Have you forgotten to put them away? You are usually so careful, but this time it must have slipped your mind. Fear rose in you and you swallowed dryly.

“I- I don’t know my Lady.” You answer, trying to sound as clueless as you possibly could with the amount of panic and fear rushing through your veins. Miss Murdstone, of course, picked up on the slight quiver in your voice. She was like a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out fear and lies. You didn’t dare look at her, as you were sure disgust and discontent would colour Jane’s ivory features.

“Lies,” She hissed and gripped your chin painfully, moving your head so you had no other choice but to make eye contact with her. The second your eyes met hers, your fear mixed with confusion. She looked… Hurt? Afraid? Angry? The stoic Iron Lady was portraying emotions you have never seen on her face, or at least emotions she would never dare show anyone.

“I know you wrote those letters and poems. What were you hoping to achieve with that? Have you planned for me to find them? To mock me? To get under my skin? What is it?” She barked at you, anger rising in her throat. How could you? Your eyes softened as you recognised what she felt. Pain. But… Why would your poems and letters, which describe her otherworldly beauty and confess your true and raw feelings for her cause pain?

“My Lady I-” 

“Save it,” She grunted  and shoved you to the side, leaving you stumbling to the ground. 

“I do not need to remind you of your place in this household, do I? If you should ever as much as THINK of trying to get under my skin again with such childish mockery, I WILL have you thrown out. And that is a promise!” She stormed off towards the direction of her study and you followed suit, unsure of what to do or say but you wanted to tell her, tell her that you were not mocking her but that every word you wrote is true. Tell her that you, indeed, have lost yourself in her sparkling blue orbs, that you longed to run your fingers through her raven black locks, that you desired to feel what her soft and pink lips feel on your own. How endearing her little quirks and laughs were when she was relaxed, reading a book whilst you helped her get ready for the day. You wanted to tell her all of this and so much more, but you knew it wasn’t right.

The moment she entered her study, you could hear the sizzling of the flames in the fireplace grow louder. Was she… no… You rushed in only to freeze in place, watching with horror and dismay as she had thrown your notes, the declaration of your undying devotion and love for her, into the blazing flames. 

“And you…” She turned to look at you, an enraged expression etched into her face, obscuring her usually so beautiful features, causing the little faint scar on her upper lip to become very noticeable.

“I do not wish to have you anywhere near me ever again! You clearly have gotten way too comfortable, thinking I wouldn’t notice your disrespect towards me. Now get out… Get. OUT!” Jane was fuming with anger. She thought you might have been different, kinder, but you were just like everyone else.

You didn’t know what to say, simply looking at the dancing flames consuming your thoughts and feelings. You didn’t dare look at her anymore and simply turned around to leave the study, feeling numb and empty. The walk to your chamber felt long and treacherous with a million thoughts running through your head, yet it was blank at the same time. You were sure, that night was the worst night of your entire existence. You felt heartbroken and worried about what was going to happen now that she knew you craved the fairer sex. Not once were you able to close your eyes, as the haunting image of her face lined with hurt and betrayal presented itself to you as soon as you did. 

Of course, you were hoping for this to be a bad dream, but the next morning, Mr. Murdstone, her brother, informed you of your new position as a kitchen maid. And that’s where you were to remain, not once being able to see Jane’s face or hear her voice. No matter how much pain it caused you to see her that night, it hurt even more not being able to see her at all. You even caught yourself sneaking out of the kitchen and through the manor just to, hopefully, accidentally bump into her but luck wasn’t on your side. The other maids kept complaining about Miss Murdstones temper. Every maid who was assigned to her hasn’t lasted for more than a day. Each and every one of them has come back to the maids quarters either furious, spitting vile comments about your beloved Lady, or sobbing but not once were you asked to return to your original position as Jane’s personal maid. You had almost given up on ever being able to see her again, that was until one morning Mr. Murdstone entered the kitchen, looking for you.

“Y/n?” He called out for you, causing all the other maids working in the kitchen to turn around and face you with curiosity. Some have already started whispering and gossiping as soon as you were released from your role as Miss Murdstone’s personal maid. But this… This must have been even worse. You felt helpless.

“Yes, Sir?” You set the soap aside and dried your hands on your apron as you turned around, bowing lightly. The feeling of so many eyes on you was uncomfortable. You only wanted one pair of eyes on you but the person whose icy blue diamonds belonged to didn’t want you around anymore.

“My sister is in need of assistance and none of the other maids are currently at disposal. Now I know for some reason she has asked me to remove you as her personal maid. However, I do not know why nor do I care to find out. I trust you have enough time to spare?” He looked at you, waiting for a reply. Was this really happening? Have you heard correctly? Anxiety rose in your chest, you took a deep breath nodding lightly.

“Of course, Sir.” Your answer was quiet. This seemed to suffice as he just turned around without another word and left. Miss Murdstone might be known for her iron status but it was her brother you feared more than anyone in this household. Nervously you took your kitchen apron off and put your regular apron on, making your way down the hall and up the stairs to Jane’s chambers. You tucked a strand of hair, which had fallen out of your braid when changing the apron, behind your ear and knocked, waiting for her to call you in.

Once you heard her calling you in, you opened the door and entered. Closing the door again behind you, you saw her sitting at her vanity still in her nightgown. She hadn’t noticed you yet and was focused on unbraiding her hair - that beautiful silky raven hair. With careful steps, you walked towards her, standing behind her and grabbing the brush on the table to start brushing through her locks. Jane was too busy rummaging through her vanity drawer to look up at you but she did notice a change of maid. 

“Finally someone who knows how to use a hairbrush correctly. All the other maids were klutzes.” She murmured, more to herself than to you, then she looked up and froze.

“What are you doing here? I thought I was clear enough with my demands to have you out of my face.” She spat and moved to grip your wrist, stopping you from brushing out her hair. You jumped at her reaction. Her grip was tight and it was starting to hurt.

“None of the other maids are available, my Lady, so Sir Murdstone has asked me to come and assist you” You replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible to avoid any further irritation. She huffed and let go of your hand, glaring at you poisonously through the mirror. After a few seconds and a deep breath later, you continued with your ministrations, not wanting to look at her. It felt weird, really. You were with your Lady again but it did not feel right…

“So you’re back to disrespecting me? Were the letters and poems not enough of a mockery for you?” She averted her eyes but you could see that the expression of hurt was back. Your heart clenched with pain seeing her in such emotional distress.

“It was never my intention to mock you, my Lady.” You state quietly, watching her reaction carefully. There was a soft flicker of something unfamiliar on her face. Only for a split second, then it was gone again. 

“Then what was your intention?” Jane looked at you again with a dangerous stare. Would you dare tell her? Before you could answer she continued, “I do not know how or when you discovered my affection for the fairer sex but by god, I know you were planning on using it against me. So what was your intention?” 

Wait.. what? You stopped your movements and looked at her in disbelief. She just rolled her eyes at your reaction and huffed impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away. It took a second or two for you to collect your thoughts again before you spoke, carefully.

“My Lady… My intentions were nothing but pure.” You start carefully, watching her as her icy blue orbs shoot to look at you. There it was again. That flicker you’ve seen before.

“I can assure you that all of the things I have written are true. I know it is frowned upon but who am I to deny my heart the freedom to feel, to long for.” You gently put the brush down and move to Jane’s side, kneeling on the ground in front of her and looking up at her. Jane’s body has visibly relaxed but her facial expression was unreadable. 

“It might not be right, not only because we are women but because I am just a simple maid and you are my Lady… but I simply cannot deny the feelings I have developed for you…”

“You’re… Are you true, y/n?” Jane asked quietly, almost in a whisper. It was obvious to you that she tried to look unbothered but yet she has never seemed so small and fragile as she has in this very moment and you wanted nothing more but to hold her hands, reassuring her of your feelings. Still, you decided to keep your distance, giving her only a curt nod as an answer.

“But… I have been nothing but vicious to you… how,” she looked down into your eyes, hers shining with uncertainty and guilt.

“So you have… But I have also seen you at your most relaxed state, right here braiding your hair, and I felt you were not as cruel as you portray yourself to be. My Lady… It was never my intention to cause you pain or disrespect you, I simply didn’t know where to go with my feelings. I wrote them down because I couldn’t tell you. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same and-” Soft lips suddenly pressed against yours, stopping you in the middle of your sentence. A hand gently placed on your cheek pulled you closer and instinctively your eyes closed shut. To say that she took you by surprise was an understatement. You carefully moved your hand to find her other and squeezed it lightly. An affirmation for the both of you. This caused Jane to deepen the kiss, her lips moving against yours in a heated frenzy of desire which you reciprocated gladly. You knelt there, basking in the affection she was willing to give to you and taking everything in before she evidently changed her mind. 

When air became necessary you pulled away, looking up at Jane with a longing gleam in your eyes and heated red cheeks. She looked down at you, her face just as drunk with desire as yours. Chewing on her lower lip, she thought for a second then pulled you up with her. You followed her to her bed like a lovesick puppy, holding her hand tightly in yours, not willing to let go. The desire has spread south and you could feel the well-known warm sensation in your abdomen growing more and more. Jane turned around and looked at you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of regret or disgust but all she saw was you smiling up at her with the sweetest expression she has ever seen. Pure adoration. So there was actually someone who could adore her?

“Is this alright?” She asked as she pulled you closer, still a bit uncertain. Your heart almost burst out of your chest at the gentle nature of the Iron Lady. 

“More than alright my La-”

“Jane. Please call me Jane.” She interrupted and your smile grew even more. She couldn't believe how you could look at her like that when she has never said a kind word to you in all the months you have worked for her. Jane wanted to make it  right, treat you right and give you the affection she knew you deserved and craved and she was more than willing to give it to you. 

“Okay… Jane.” Her name has never sounded so good before and Jane wanted to know in how many other ways her name could leave your lips. She sat down at the edge of the bed and pulled you in, to sit on her lap. You did so without hesitation and moved to cup her cheeks, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. A reassuring tenderness she has never received from anyone before. Jane inhaled deeply at the gentle gesture and moved to hold onto your waist, pulling you into her. She needed you impossibly close. The first few kisses were soft and timid but they soon turned heated. Jane squeezed your waist which caused you to open your mouth in a silent inhale, allowing her to explore your mouth with her tongue. You battled with her for dominance but evidently gave up and let her take control, the thing she does best. Her hands started roaming your body, moving from your waist to your hips and your thighs. Your head was swimming in pure bliss. 

A quiet noise escaped your lips as Jane moved her lips to your neck, attacking it with hot open-mouthed kisses and nips. Your hands instinctively shot into her hair, holding close onto her as she assaulted your soft skin with her delicate lips. You couldn’t take it anymore. The aching between your legs has gotten uncomfortably strong and you squirmed against her lap. Jane noticed and gently slid her hands under your dress, running her fingertips over your warm skin, whilst her kisses moved to your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe.

“Jane… please,” You whimpered out pathetically for the stoic woman beneath you.

“What do you want me to do, my dove?” Jane husked in your ear and smirked as you responded with a strangled groan. She loved how you reacted to her touch, how you reacted to her words. Never would she have thought that she could have precious little you on her lap like this, pudding in her hands. 

“N-need you… please,” You breathed out frustratedly, moving your hips towards hers instinctively. You needed her hands on you, all over you, needed her to relieve that ache between your legs. Jane chuckled and removed her hands from your legs, causing you to pout. 

“Don’t get impatient, darling.” She smirked and moved to remove your apron and then started unbuttoning your uniform. You took this as a sign to unlace her nightgown, pushing it down her shoulders. Although you have seen Jane's bare chest before when you had helped her dress for the day or undress for bed, this was something completely different. Your eyes were trained on her soft ivory breasts as she finished unbuttoning your garments. She expertly pulled your uniform over your head and tossed it to the side, leaving you in your undergarments. Being way too impatient, you pull the fabric off of your head yourself. Jane smirked at how desperate you were and instantly started roaming your figure again with her hands. Her soft fingertips discover every dip and curve of your body, sending goosebumps over your skin. 

“You are so beautiful.” Jane said with bated breath, immediately attaching her lips to one of your nipples. You inhaled sharply as she ran her tongue over the hardened bundle and then sucked it into her mouth again, releasing it with a plop. Without wasting a second, she gave the same attention to the other breast before sitting up straight again. 

“Lie down.” She ordered, moving you off her lap. She stood up and watched you lie on her bed, her nightgown now pooling around her ankles, she stepped out of it and climbed in bed with you. Jane lay close to you and pulled you in for a kiss as her hands started roaming your body again, your own hands finding purpose in exploring hers.

You broke the kiss, gasping as you felt Jane run her finger through your soaked folds. 

“My, my. Is all of this for me, darling?” She husked and watched your reaction closely, spreading the wetness around, focusing tiny circles on your very sensitive clit. You closed your eyes and inhaled sharply then let out a desperate whimper. Jane was mesmerised by the way your body reacted to her and it aroused her greatly. She teased your clit for a little while longer, watching you writhe and squirm under her. The little noises and pleas coming from your lips and the way you called out her name filled her with pride. It was addicting how she had barely touched you and you were already reacting so much to her.

“J- Jane please… please I need you-  ah,” You bucked your hips against her in hopes of more friction. You were so desperate for relief and just wanted her to claim you as hers and who was Jane to refuse? She leaned in, capturing your lips with hers to silence your moan as she slowly pushed a digit into your aching hole. She managed to slip her finger in with ease and started moving it slowly. The feeling of her finger in you was enough to send your head spiralling. You moaned into her mouth and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her closer, causing her nude body to almost fully lay on top of you. The sensation of skin on skin had both of you shivering with arousal. She sped up her movements, as soon as she felt that you were ready and pulled away from the kiss, looking down at you lovingly. 

“Darling I need you to be as quiet as you possibly can now… Do you think you can manage?” She asked, panting lightly. Her own arousal had started trickling down her thighs. You nodded and opened your mouth in a silent moan as she curled her finger into your sweet spot. Jane smiled and moved to kiss and suckle on your breasts again. The sensation of her finger moving in and out of you and her lips and tongue exploring your chest and stomach made you feel dizzy. She moved her kisses and kitten licks all the way down your body, never halting her movement with her hand until she was positioned between your legs. 

Looking up at you, she placed a sloppy,  open-mouthed kiss on your thigh, right next to your hot and wet core. Your back arched off the bed and you gripped the sheets, holding your breath before exhaling strongly. Jane moved her kisses closer to your centre, removing her finger and before you could protest she ran her tongue over the length of your folds, collecting the wetness which seeped from you. 

She enclosed your clit with her lips and sucked lightly, having you bite your hand gently and groan so you wouldn’t make too much noise. She continued giving attention to your clit with her mouth, slipping two digits into your hole again to curl them upwards. Jane sped up her movements and you felt a knot build in your core. Staying quiet was getting more and more difficult as the tension grew stronger. Jane noticed your struggle to stay quiet. She felt your walls clench around her fingers and knew you were close. Her movements didn't stop, but she pulled away from your clit, reattaching her lips with yours to swallow the sweet noises you made for her. 

“That’s it, my girl. You’re doing so well for me! Let go!” She panted against your lips, her praise sending you over the edge with her name on your lips. Jane helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling her fingers out and holding them to your lips. You understood immediately and licked her fingers clean, groaning at your taste on them. Jane watched you intently, pulling her fingers away when the aching between her legs got too much, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She needed you. Jane straddled you, enclosing your head with her toned and strong legs, holding onto the headboard for support. Your mouth watered, seeing her glistening core in front of you. As the scent of her arousal filled your nose, you couldn’t help but whimper in anticipation. 

“Be a good girl and make me feel good too, will you?” She said breathlessly, and gently lowered herself to your mouth. You wasted no time, running your tongue through her folds, collecting her desire. Her taste was addicting, and you wrapped your arms around her thighs, pulling her down more. Immediately you went to work on her clit, giving it kitten licks and sucking it gently, causing Jane to throw her head back and let out a guttural groan. 

Your hands moved upwards, feeling her warm skin, massaging her soft breasts, and teasing her nipples. Meanwhile, your ministrations on her clit never wavered, causing Jane to roll her hips down onto your tongue. You groaned into her core, letting her ride herself on your tongue however she desired. The sounds coming from her were a mix of obscenities and praises of your name, which sent your head reeling. Shortly, Jane’s legs started shaking, and you moved your hands to support her, holding her in place for you to continue your feasting on her. She was close, and you could hear it. You collected all of your remaining energy to focus on her clit, licking and nibbling. Sucking on it hard one last time caused Jane to come undone on top of you, clasping her thighs around your head, trapping you momentarily as you helped her ride out her orgasm on your face. She released you from her grip and collapsed next to you on the bed, panting heavily.

“You’re aethereal when you come undone like that.” You pant gently and smile brightly when you catch her blush. Jane moved her head to look at you, an affectionate smile spread on her lips as she extended her arms for you. Gratefully you snuggled into her embrace and held her close, resting your head on her chest and listening to her heartbeat, gradually calming down. The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes before you turned your head to look up at her.

“We should probably get dressed again before anyone notices.” She looked down at you, playing with a few loose strands of your hair. You didn’t want to get up, but you knew it was dangerous to stay here for too long.

“We should… but I don't want to.” She smiled and pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Let's just stay like this for a little longer. I don’t want to let go of you just yet.” Jane smiled and nuzzled her nose into the crown of your head. You were more than content with that decision.

You wanted to tell her you loved her, and let her know how much she meant to you but… this could wait. Most important was that you could enjoy the closeness and calm with Jane, bask in each other's presence, exchange kisses, and whisper sweet nothings to each other until the two of you fell asleep eventually.

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Tags: @weemssapphic @pro-weems-places @winterfireblond

#ao3 #reader insert #jane murdstone #gwendoline christie #jane murdstone x fem!reader #fanfic #gwendoline christie fanfics #wlw #queer #sapphic

[jenflirts]

my lovely, jenna

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 : Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 : Angst

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 : you have been adoring Jenna since you were little

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 : mention of homophobia and Language & also my bad writing

A/N: kings and queens era. listen to the song if you ever want to feel what I felt while writing this lol.

“Jenna, can I tell you something? Promise me you won’t run away or freak out” You said as you sat down under the tree where the two of you often sit just for shade. 

Jenna nodded and sat down beside you looking at you adoringly. 

Jenna and You have been friends since you can remember—the two of you did everything together whether it’s good or bad—it’s been a few months since she turned eighteen and you thought about asking her for a marriage proposal. You never ran this down to your parents nor hers, but you will once you get her consent. 

“Jenna, we’ve known each other since we were kids and I’ve been adoring you since then. I knew what I was feeling is all wrong, I knew that I won’t be accepted for being who I am, but to hell with that—I would go through the depths of hell just to love you freely, I would course through war and have my heart pierced just to make you mine—I love you, every part of you I would be on my knees and worship you just so you could feel how much I appreciate you. I want you to be mine for eternity, I would love to have you by my side and rule this kingdom with me” 

Jenna’s look softened when she looked at your hopeful eyes, all her what if’s and worries for what other thinks faded away. As long she’s with you she knows that everything will be fine. 

“I love you too, I promise you that you only have my heart and no one else can have it” Jenna replied. 

You were content, you have her and no one else can. 

It’s the day that you’ve been waiting for, the day that the both of you are waiting for, it’s Jenna’s and Yours special day. Jenna’s practically trying her best to calm down and not panic, overthinking if she did the right thing, if her dress looks good on her, her saying yes to this marriage, and her being a good queen to this kingdom. She wanted you here, but you can’t see her just yet. A knock interrupted Jenna’s panicking mind and told the person to come in and help her calm down.

Emma saw the girl’s state and went to her and gave a box of tissues and tried to calm her down, but to no avail. Emma thought of giving her the letter that you gave her earlier this morning with a light-weighted box. 

“Y/n told me to give you this, she said read the letter first then open the box” Emma said as she handed Jenna the envelope and the box. 

Jenna hurriedly opened the envelope containing a letter with some tear stains. 

My lovely, Jenna

I hope this letter finds you well, I want to apologize for my inappropriate behavior and not attending your special day. I know you want me to be there and I want to be there too, my love, but I want to be the one waiting for you at the end of the aisle. I want to be the one holding you, I want to be the one appreciating your beauty, I want to be the one sacrificing my life just to save yours and I want to be the one assuring you that I love you every single day. 

My love, I know you’re doubting yourself and every decision you have made, but I’m here to assure you that you did not. You will be an amazing queen to this kingdom and my brother is lucky to have you as his wife. 

I know this is too late to give to you, but once you finish this letter open the box that Emma gave you and read one poem. All of them are about you, my love. If you ever need to let yourself know that you’re appreciated, just read one of my poems because every single one of it is about you. 

Jenna, I just want you to know that this is also my last letter to give to you as I will be joining the knights for the upcoming war. Father instructed me to lead them and as a child that wanted to go to the fields I’m honored to lead them. I promise you that I’ll be back and still love you, and if not, I will be waiting for you and hope that I could love you again like I did before. 

Congratulations on your wedding, my love.

I love you so much. 

Sincerely your loving friend,

Y/N Y/L/N

Jenna was stunned, she dropped the letter at the table and opened the box hurriedly and to her surprise it was full of folded paper—she never knew that it would be full of paper because of it being light-weighted—she picked up one paper and read.

Your eyes, like stars, in the midnight sky, Hold secrets and dreams that make my heart fly. Your smile, a beacon, in the darkest night, Fills my world with warmth and light.

In the curve of your lips, the softness of your gaze, A beauty that leaves me in endless amaze. A secret admiration, I can't help but feel, In your presence, my heart's secrets I conceal.

Though silent, this love in my heart resides, In friendship's embrace, it sweetly abides. For you, my love, are a work of art, A beauty that's etched within my heart.

Jenna knew she fucked up by accepting your brother’s proposal, she knew she hurt you, but she was too blind for it to see, she wanted to let the remarks of her relationship with you to subside that’s why she accepted this. She wanted you, she wanted to be with you for eternity too like the one that you both promised.

#Spotify #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega x you #vada cavell #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x female reader

[justjams2003]

Fast Pace-6

I do apologize to everyone who has been waiting so so long for this. I was shadowbanned and didn't want to upload anything while, because then you guys can't read it :(. But now, you guys can!

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @dark-night-sky-99 @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis

Word count: 2,9k

Masterlist

Part 5~Part 7

A loud thunder crack causes a few people in the restaurant's head to snap up to the sky. Including my dear Y/N. Is she scared of thunder? Caco did not tell me this.  

Usually, my mind would immediately worry about the race. How will the rain affect the car? How will the rain affect the track? How the rain affect my driving? Not now, ever since saw her for the first-time racing has been at the far back of my mind. If Caco or any of the Ferrari team knew this, they’d want to get rid of her as soon as possible. But if she has to leave so do I.  

Her big brown eyes look up to me with concern and it just makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let go. Now, I worry about her getting wet. She might get sick or slip and fall. I did not bring an umbrella. I bring up my phone and go to dial the driver, but I’m interrupted before I can make the call.  

“What are you doing?” Those delicate brows of hers pull together while she asks me. “I’m calling a driver.” We haven’t finished eating, barely halfway through the meal but I’d kick myself if she develops a cold so soon in my care. There is a twinkle in her eyes and a smile pulls at her cheeks. “Why would you do that?” I can’t help but want to know what she is thinking.  

“I don’t want you to get sick, querida.” I lean forward, wanting to take her hand and caress it, but I’m not sure if she’ll allow me yet. A small laugh, a gentle one, she’s clearly amused with me, escapes her lips. “I’m sure a little rain won’t hurt. I’m not made of sugar.” She shrugs and can’t imagine that someone has such little care for their well-being. Especially someone as valuable as her.  

Consistently, my brow raises. “Care to explain the medical bills I paid then?” Her cheeks light up and her eyes drag down to her shoes again. Now that her hair is down, she insists on hiding behind it. But when her eyes meet me again, she seems to beg for me to forget about it. How could I ever forget anything about her? “In any case, for me you are made candy floss.”  

“You know, that reminds me of a poem. The author of it unknown, some people accredit it to Shakespear but clearly, they did not pay attention in English class if they think that. The true poet is unknown, but some consider it to be Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin. He says that you love the rain, but you open your umbrella. You love the sun but hide in the shade. It goes on but later he says that he fears what it means to be loved.”  

Her words are so captivating, and her mind is something that I’d get lost in. The words she speaks, to me it’s like listening to a professor. One who has studied years to know exactly what they are saying. If she was my teacher, I’d get 100%, because I’d cling to her every word. If I could have her talking forever, I’d make sure I will live forever so that I may hear every word.  

“How do you know this?” I ask, needing her to say more. She gives the cutest shrug. “It was between cooking or teaching English. I thought I’d make more money cooking and my parents wanted me to choose something more stable.” My blood boils thinking her parents wouldn’t support her true dream. How could they not see the beauty I see?  

“But do you like it? The cheffing I mean.” She seems to think for a moment, biting her lip. If she does it, one more time I wonder if I’ll have control. But I must, I can’t scare her off. I can’t bear to lose her. And I won’t. Not of my own doing and not by anybody else’s. I’ll give her the world and make sure no one can give her anything else or take anything from her.  

“Um... I did, at the beginning. When I could move to the centre of France, Paris. When I got to be independent, but it soon turned out to be more than I bargained for. I quickly got sick, because I wasn’t eating well. My mind wanders and it would take my mother calling for me to realise I hadn’t eaten. And then I fell behind on the bills. The stress made me smoke more which made me sicker.” Ah I see.  

The big world just got too much for my baby. She’s too small to know how to care for herself. I see now why she needs me so. Her mind wanders to a fantasy world. She wants to be someone big and important. And paramount people don’t have to worry about those small things like what to eat and drinking enough water.  

“Are you feeling any withdrawals yet? I know it was a bit thing to ask but you must know that I just want you to be as healthy as possible. So that you can enjoy all the things in life I want to give you.” She gives a coy smile and shakes her head. “No, it’s the least I can do for all you’ve done so far. I thought I’d be stuck with that debt for the rest of my life.”  

She rolls her eyes just thinking about it. I could see the moment the money was transferred that her shoulders got lighter, and her smile got brighter. I won’t let another thing in the world affect her like this. Nothing will ever again sit on her shoulders. “If you feel even slightly off tell me immediately.” She nods, hiding her face again.  

It irritates me, I want to see her as much as I can. I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear. I’ll have to get her some hair accessories, just to make sure she doesn’t hide from me anymore.  

Because I can get her anything. She has me to provide for her and make sure that she stays in the most pristine condition. Now she can go of in her fantasy world and I’ll stay on earth to make her bubble doesn’t burst. “So, you don’t want to work as a cook anymore?” I need to ask, and I need to know exactly what her dreams consist of so that I may make it a reality.  

Again, she bites her lip, and I can feel my trousers grow tight. How on earth has she been roaming this earth? How are people not fighting tooth and nail to be in my position? “I think I’d much prefer something...slower. Less stressful, you know? I’d like to cook, yes, but rather at home or maybe even have my own show!”  

The excitement twinkles in her eyes again and I must know more. “When I was younger, my mother would teach me how to cook and I’d always imagine that I'm on a program. We’d watch master chef and I’d always imagine being Christina Tosi or Amandine Chaignot. But even then more than anything I wanted to be involved in fashion. In any shape or form. Even if I had to cook to the models.”  

She laughs, ever so slightly and I can see the memories flash behind her eyes. Then it will be so. Then suddenly we can both hear a slight pitter patter fall on the roof top. Her eyes instantly snap right over my shoulder. Watching as the pavement turn from concrete grey to cloudy grey.  

“As I was saying before. If it rains I am not afraid to get wet. If it snows I will not be afraid of the cold. And if I ever fall in love I hope I treat it the same.” I can’t help but lean in closer. I can’t help myself. In every sense I need to be as close as possible to her. Even if, for now, I don’t know if she wants me to be as near as I want to be.  

But when she looks up at me with those big doe eyes, my actions become uncontrolable. Her gaze makes me feel like a prescious jewel being discovered for the first time. Even if it is her who is Painite, rarer than Diamonds, rarer than Emeralds. Her hands are just too resistable, her skin too soft. I take her hand in mine, but refuse to look anywhere but her hypnotic eyes.  

I bring her knuckles to my lips and place a slow, gentle kiss. “You promise?” Her fair cheeks turn a rosy pink colour. She bites her lips and it takes everything in me not to kiss her. “I can’t make any promoses, Carlos. Emotions aren’t to be controlled or guarenteed. They are free and wild and only earned.”  

“Then I will earn your heart.”  

My heart breaks that I had to leave her, but my personal trainer had been blowing up my phone. I know he’s right. I know I have to keep my body up to standard for the racing. Even then, my mind is still with her. I had let her play in the rain after our late lunch. I could see in her eyes that she so badly wanted to play.  

I told her that I’ll buy her everything all over again just to see her happy. Just to see her enjoy herself I’d let her rip the entire hotel appart. This did make her smile and it melted my heart. I didn’t care for the people staring, or the people taking pictures. All I see is the twinkle in her eyes and those cheeks become round with a wide smile.  

When I left her, her nose and cheeks were rosy pink and she was cold to the touch. I told her to take a shower and bundle up. I was honestly struggling to keep my head straight while gyming. The thought of the water fallings over those soft curves of hers makes me hot and heavy. It makes me adrenaline go crazy and my mind fuzzy. My trainer said I hit a new PR on the weights.  

I had been gone for at least an hour or two, but the sun had long since set. The girls I’d been with before, yes they were kind, yes they were sweet, but they just weren’t her. It was the moment I set my eyes on her in that restuarant, I knew I had to have her. They feared the public eye, they wanted nothing to do with the most important parts of my life. She craves it, she’s there whenever I need her.  

I found her curled up on the couch. She’d taken the extra cushions and comforters and build herself a bed there. The blankets are all the way up to her nose. She’s curled into a little ball. Taking up as little space as possible. My heart flutters and my cock goes hard. I need a shower.  

Why would she do that? Hadn’t I told her to sleep on the bed? Why does she insist on defying me when all I do is for her betterment? Terco como siempre. I prepare the bed, making sure there isn’t a single then wrong. I pick her up bridal style, up close I can hear the very light snores. She doesn’t wake, however, she cuddles up closer to me. And when I tuck her in nice and close and can’t help but notice how innocent she looks with her new pj’s.  

She clings to my shirt when I lay her down, in her subconscious she needs me as much as I need her. More than the money, more than the fame, more than the job. She wants me, she needs me. I am nothing without her and I must make sure that I will never loose her.  

After the shower, she’d thrown the duvet off to the side. She’d spread out across the bed and her shirt had ridden up right under her breast. And suddenly I need a cold shower again. Her skin is soft, like a freshly hatched dove. Her skin the same colour too and I can’t but want her to get more sun.  

My hands move without control again. Her delicate curves are like a magnet to my body. I make sure to be as soft and slow as I can, to not make a noise. Just slightly hovering above her small body. My lips make contact with the arch of her collarbone, just small gentle kisses. I do not make a sound, but she sure does. Smalls whimpers and whines escape her lips.  

Mi pequeña wants this. Still deep in sleep, but her hands grab for me. Yearn for me, like I do to her. Just soft, almost ticklish kisses on her collar. Worshipping her like I so badly want to. But, for now, I won’t take it any further. Call it but a goodnight kiss. I slept on the couch, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.  

“Dulce niña, what happened here? Did you hurt yourself while I was gone?” Carlos’ hands come up to your neck. You instantly notice how his hands are big enough to wrap around your entire neck, you’re sure. Your brows intertwine, you know what he’s talking about. You tried curling your hair, to look good if there are cameras, but clearly you need more practice.  

His brows furrow and concern fill his eyes. The look in his eyes is the same as last night, in your dreams. You can remember his big stromg arms taking holding you. Of those storming eyes commanding you to scream his name. If he found out about these filthy dreams you had, you’d sink into the ground of embarresment. He’s a classy guy who hasn’t asked for anything more than a smile, now you’re the one thinking of his skin on yours.  

 Not only that but you woke up in the bed this morning, even after going to bed on the couch. You and your girls had been talking for longer than you’d realised, likely falling asleep while on the phone call. They’d been just as excited as you were about the whole day. Both of them swooning and wishing their partners would do and say what he does.  

You heard him coming back while you were getting ready. “No, no, don’t start with that mister.” You say, jabbing him in his chest. He’s sweaty and had clearly just come back from the gym. It’s already 07:30. His eyebrows furrow together. “I told you that I’d sleep on the couch. You are a very important person and need your full rest.”  

A smirk forms on his face and it only makes you more annoyed. He crosses his arms and leans back, clearly done listening. “You already take care of me, give me a chance to take care of you. Relationships are 50/50. Even the more...unconventoinal ones.” You can’t help but hold onto his shirt, really wanting to drive the point home. “I agree, you tell me what you want and I give it to you. 50/50.”  

You fold your arms together and roll your eyes. “Vous êtes impossible.” Something compared to a growl escapes his throat. He pulls you close to him by the hips. “I like it when you talk French to me.” Then his hand grazes your collar again. “Now tell me, what happened.” Concern is etched into his eyes and his touch is as gently as can be.  

You shrug, “I wanted to curl my hair, but I haven’t used the curling iron in a few years...” He looks confronted with your words. “If you know you can’t use it, why risk hurting yourself.” He tucks a strand of now wavy hair behind your ear. You shrug and look up at him, “I wanted to impress you.” He lets out a loud laugh and takes your face in his hands.  

“You’re too cute. What’d I do to have someone like you share a hotel room with me?” His eyes look and it makes you feel so warm inside. “You paid me,” your answer is blunt but the truth. You’re still not entirely sure where you stand in this strange relationship. He laughs just like before, “That reminds me, I got you something.”  

He then opens his gym bag and then pulls out a handfull of things. He hands them to you and you can see it’s a bunch of hair accesories. A gold headband, a gold claw clip and some scrunchies of various colours. You furrow your brows at him and he ecplains himself by taking the headband and carefully guiding it across your hair. “I don’t like how you hide from me. This should make sure that you can’t anymore.” Your cheeks go pink, he noticed.  

“Can I ask you a really strange question?” You’re not sure why now you decided to ask the question that’s been forming in your bind. It just slipped out and when he looks at you like that you don’t have much control anymore. “Always.” He smiles, still fixing your hair.  “Do I have to call you daddy?”  

His hand stops and his eyes meet yours. He forms a slight grin and then pulls your closer by the shoulders. He bends down low and then whispers in your ear. “Only when you want something.”  

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[taranida]

What exactly happened in the 70’s

I’ll start with The Poet and The Muse. I’ve written about the real Thomas Zane being a poet already, but left out this piece of evidence (not at all on purpose, truth be told), but I want to discuss it here, since it goes well with the point I want to make.

In the song we learn the story of a Poet living happily with his Muse and telling her stories about treasures beneath the waves. Then one morning the Muse goes to the lake and drowns. The Poet at some point realises that something happened and comes to the lake, calling for the Muse, but to no avail. Whole day spent in search, and in his desperation, he swears to bring his love back. He writes a story and succeeds to some degree. The husk of the Muse comes to him in the night, possessed by some dark force. The Poet takes her in, but in trying to fix his mistake, vows them both to silence beneath the lake. The story concluded with the peculiar:

Now if its real or just a dream One mystery remains For it is said on moonless nights They may still haunt this place

Now, what exactly the boys of the Old Gods of Asgard are hinting at here (aside from the existence of the Dark and Bright Presences) I can’t tell for sure: they might just toy with all those who have that buzzing question of “who wrote whom”, but I will treat the story of Thomas Zane the Poet as a true story, that happened without any help of tortured writers. Although I will use the manuscripts as well as every other source of information.

Prepare for a long read, since firstly, I would like to present all the bits and pieces that I’ve managed to collect, and then tie them all up in a version of events, I believe, happened in July 1970.

First, the dialogs.

Tor and Odin (whom I cannot stop lovingly call “the boys”) say this:

“Tom’s just lost, is all. Baba Yaga got to him too, the damn witch!” “She used us all, taken from all of us. Took my thunder, the witch.” “And my ravens, what was...what were they? Memory and Thought! The hag.” “She took something from you too, didn’t she? That’s what she does.” “Oh, we’re better off. This place, the lake, it gives you power. If you’re a creator.... An artist, a god!” “Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake...” “Heh heh, yeah, that’s the one. She makes sure it comes out twisted and wrong. Just ask the Lamp Lady. She knows what happened to that other writer.”

 Cynthia Weaver tells us:

“I knew them both. Tom and Barbara. I had such a crush on him...such a beautiful man. I was jealous. There was a part of me that was maybe a little glad when she had the accident. And then Tom started writing and woke the darkness up.... He tried to bring her back...but you can’t do that. There are no free rides like that.” […] “The witch looked like her, but it wasn’t. Barbara was sweet. He didn’t understand until it was too late. He tried to undo it, wrote himself, her, everything he’d ever written out of the world.”

We have Samantha’s dream in “This House of Dreams”, that gives us even more details:

“The diver told me that a dark presence had taken over his girlfriend (the woman in the photos). He’d tried everything he could think of to banish it from her, but everything had failed. In the end, he finally understood what he had to do, finally understood the true nature of the dark place that was hidden under the waves of the lake where they lived. The lake was an opening to dark place that was much bigger than the lake itself, in fact, much bigger than the whole universe we live in. He wrote one last poem, his masterpiece, a secret poem, a hidden poem, a poem that’s not among the poems I’ve found in the shoebox. And he took his girlfriend for one last dive. Together they sank down into the depths, far deeper than he had ever dived before.”

Then we have the manuscripts, that expand on the story:

More so, we have the dates and newspaper articles:

The last one is cut awkwardly, but, really, all I needed from it are the dates of publishing and of the seismic activity.

So, what really happened during this week? On the morning of 10th July Barbara went for a swim and drowned. As Cynthia notes in her article, Barbara was quite a swimmer and her death does seem odd. At the same time, we have another article (that I will put in the very end for those who are curious) about a writer visiting the area and encountering Taken — Robert “The Colonel” Hambleton dated 6th July 1970. Thomas even makes a snarky remark about not ever hearing about him and calling him “an uninvited guest”. All hints that with all the artists in the area: the boys of Old Gods of Asgard, Thomas Zane, Cynthia Weaver and Barbara Jagger, the Dark Presence still pounces on every other creator unfortunate enough to choose Bright Falls as a place to visit. Might’ve been because it could not make the gang mentioned above do its bidding?

The Dark Presence might be of a very different mind, alien to humans, but it’s cunning. As stated in one of the manuscripts, when it senses Alan, “all he'd need was a little incentive.” For Alan it had to drag Alice to the pier and into the lake; for Thomas it might’ve used the help of its ravens or some other means necessary to overwhelm Barbara long enough for her to drown, as at the time the Dark Presence had no physical body (but there might’ve been some other Taken swimmer around). And after Thomas spent the whole day searching for his lover, succumbing to desperation more and more, he got that incentive, the Dark Presence needed.

In the night Thomas wrote a poem to bring Jagger back. The Dark Presence plan worked and it was now in the world, almost free, wearing Barbara’s skin. But it was still constrained by the story Thomas wrote, and in his story he surely wrote something along the lines of them being together and in love again, therefore we see that the Dark Presence cannot do anything to Thomas as he ties it to the chair, carves its heart out and writes countless pieces to undo his mistake. It just couldn’t get out of the role of the loving Barbara, who would never hurt Zane. It had to go through the story in which, probably, Thomas and Barbara lived happily ever after and died on the same day, to be completely free. Which doesn’t mean that the very, pardon, presence of the Dark Presence in the world was not affecting Bright Falls at the time, the Taken might’ve been multiplying and awful things happening during this week. Yet, unlike Alan, Thomas didn’t go into the woods, fighting for his life, he searched for a solution at the cabin, armed with his typewriter and the (kitchen) knife.

The only solution he found in the end — one last dive. To bring this darkness back to where it came from.

There are still a few mysteries left:

in the guide for the first game we can read excerpts from the book “Taken by the Dark Presence” found in a shoebox that has no author, but has initials of T.Z. and J.Z. on some pages, apparently written in the late 1960’s. And, oh boy, I have lots of questions for this one!

the Bird Leg Cabin and the Diver’s Isle, that might or might not been retroactively removed by the eruption under the Cauldron Lake.

the extent of Thomas’ writing powers, since as much as it is stressed a lot that he wrote himself out of reality, Barry, with a little research, is still able to find out about his existence, yet Alan in one of the “Writer in the Cabin” TV’s claims “A story is a beast with a life of its own. You can create it, shape it, but as the story grows, it starts wanting things of its own. Change one thing, and you set off a chain reaction of events that spreads through the whole thing.” The chain reaction here never happens: we have hard evidence that both Thomas and Barbara existed.

But those are theories for another day. This is already a long enough read to throw those into the mix.

And here’s the article about Robert “The Colonel” Hambleton (spoiler alert: there is another one, confirming that he died):

#alan wake 2 #alan wake #thomas zane #alan wake ii #alan wake remastered #remedy entertainment #remedy connected universe #remedy games #RCU theory #alan wake game #tom zane

[sorencd]

could you PLEASE write something about charlie with that line 'i always thought you were the most beautiful girl i've ever seen'

LATE NIGHT TALKING

PAIRING : charlie dalton x f!reader WORD COUNT : 0.5k A/N : this took sooooo incredibly long but i finally got around to writing it! tysm for requesting mwa

his coat that embraced your very form situated atop your pajamas that you're sure is littered with grass clippings underneath from where you sat, the crickets were chirping but just enough to be considered as calming instead of the usual annoying noise as people would say, and the moon was softly cascading its light from behind the clouds that covered a portion of it. beside you, was charlie. it was late in the night, and you're sure that if you or his parents found out the both of you snuck out just to go stargazing, it would probably be the end of these fun little meetups at night.

"aren't you getting cold? do you want your coat back?'

"it's fine, keep it. it looked better on you anyway."

"nope, i think it suits you better. you look like some cool butt-kicking crime-fighting hero that works at night."

"someone's been reading too much comics."

your playful laugh played over the cricket's chirping as you shoved his arm before falling against the grass, shifting your gaze from the lake ahead to the dark sky above, a sight that always knew how to make you feel at ease warm and despite the cold air that always came along it. you turned your head to the right, where charlie was sitting. he was looking at the sky as well, his neck craned up his hands carrying his weight. it was a sight to behold, the moon was shining just the right amount of light onto his face and he looked heavenly. the moon was a paid actor.

"you know, i still can't...stomach...the fact that we're dating. and that i'm stargazing with you, like, right now. i just can't wrap my head around it."

"why?"

"i just.. can't believe that i have someone, i guess. i thought i would've always settled with being just me, myself, and i."

charlie followed suit and laid on his back alongside you before responding, "i'm here now. and you're here. we're both here."

"i'm glad."

now it was his turn to stare at you, all awestruck and amazed with how he was lying beside you, both watching the clouds pass by the moon. he scooted a little closer to you, wanting to feel the familiar warmth that always seemed to come along you. he loved it.

"you know, ever since i first laid my eyes on you, i've always thought you were the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. i was all 'woah' and my heart was all crazy and stuff. i just knew you had to be mine."

"someone's been reading too many poems."

he laughed, a sound that you've heard a million times but you'll never get tired of. you moved your head to be in a position where it was closer to his, craving the warmth he always radiated from him and his romantic lovesick gestures. you loved it.

"i think i'm going to the moon tonight." charlie confessed, moving his head to face you with a smile.

a soft giggle came from your lips, not in a mockingly way, but one filled with affection. "really?"

"yeah, and i want you to come with me."

"i'd love nothing more, charlie."

© sorencd . 2023 ─ do not copy, repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton

[viviennevermillion]

Al-Haitham and the arts

notes: ever since I saw the akademiya's stance on the arts I had this idea. seeing al-haithham as someone from the akademiya slowly growing to appreciate art especially in relation to his (artist!)s/o seemed like such a sweet scenario

contains: al-haitham x gn!reader

warnings: none

A l - H a i t h a m

Like many people who followed the Akademiya and as one of the most rational people you ever met, Al-Haitham struggled to find merit in the arts. Whether it was music, dance, painting, writing, theatre....he thought it was a waste of his time.

That was until he met you

You loved all these things and Al-Haitham, despite not knowing it yet, loved you. He was unsure of his feelings, trying to stay rational at all times and not ever expecting himself to fall in love with someone. He never bothered looking into love or putting a label on his feelings because he thought that they were distracting him. Yet he knew you had become important to him.

Once you gave him a Radiant Spincrystal with music you liked and told him it was a gift for him. "Oh...", he goes and then looks up to you, "why?"

He tells you that he doesn't listen to music and that he thinks it distracts the scholars but you insist the music is good and Al-Haitham realizes you're passionate about this so he'll listen to it and instead focuses on studying what makes music enjoyable for people. But when he sees you express emotions, sometimes he thinks of these songs and realizes how much they remind him of you.

So he finds himself listening to them when he misses you. When you've been traveling or busy with work. And it makes him feel a little closer to you.

If you show him poetry (either written by you or from a book) he struggles to understand the meaning since they're full of metaphors and also can mean different things for different people. So he's like "I don't really get this." "This is how I feel when I read your papers", you argue. He looks at you with a dead-serious expression: "I can explain them to you again if you'd like to." "No need, I'm good."

If you like to draw he would sit down next to you and glance over your shoulder, his cheek occasionally touching yours. He'd see you draw something and he comments on how concentrated you appear and you're like "well, art takes a lot of focus and technique as well" and Al-Haitham takes a sketchbook and gives it a try. He tries to draw the big tree in Sumeru City and is frustrated when it comes out looking like a squashed potato

Definitely has a new-found respect for your art now

The first time you took him to watch a play he paid attention the whole time and was entertained but he kept asking afterwards why the protagonists made such terrible decisions. You chuckle: "Well....they were in love. Love can make you irrational sometimes."

He nods and is like "Yes, that's how I feel with you." Completely calm.

You almost spit out your drink

For Al-Haitham you knowing about his feelings is not a big deal at all. He knows love can make people act differently than usual and he doesn't want you to wonder about his behavior.

"I- I like you as well", you reply and hold his hand in yours. He looks at your intertwined hands wordlessly and curiously but feels warmth in his chest.

When you ask him whether he'd like to be your significant other he tells you he needs to give the matter some thought and evaluate the pros and cons. Very romantic.

Comes back a few days later and tells you he'd like to engage in a committed relationship with you. He's unsure what to do next so you take the initiative and ask him for a kiss.

Kisses and affection makes Al-Haitham flustered and god he's not used to that at all. He loves it though. He's like "do it again please."

If you write stories or lyrics or poems etc., after getting together with you, Al-Haitham tries his best to get to know your interests more so he dedicates an afternoon to reading your works. You come home to find him at your desk, fiddling with a huge folder and your creations. "What are you doing there, love?", you ask and raise an eyebrow. Al-Haitham doesn't look up. "I am sorting them alphabetically", he explains and you chuckle and pull him closer to you by his arm.

"How about we cuddle instead?", you suggest and wrap both of your arms around his torso and trail kisses down his neck. He can feel goosebumps on his arms. "But I haven't finished sorting the-"

You interrupted his sentence by kissing his lips tenderly. Al-Haitham melts into your touch and presses you closer against him, kissing back passionately and letting out a sigh. You won him over this time. Spends the rest of the evening enjoying your affections and letting you kiss him for as long as you want to. He even puts on some of the music you showed him.

You ask him for a dance. "This isn't an occasion people usually dance in", he remarks and you just tell him you'd love a dance with him. He doesn't understand why but hell would freeze over before Al-Haitham would say no to something as simple as a dance to make you happy. He loves seeing that smile of yours so much.

He has never danced before though, so he steps on your feet a couple of times. You teach him to the best of your abilities and Al-Haitham is always up for learning new things. He even continued trying to draw after his first attempt.

In the end he understands a bit better why you like this because he gets to hold you close

He smiles and kisses your forehead and your cheek. "I love you", he reminds you and squeezes your hand.

But as soon as you go grab some food or take a shower he will go back to finish his folder

Overall he's way more perceptive of the arts now that he's with you. He listens to your favorite songs because they remind him of you. When he hears street musicians, he makes a mental note to take you to see them later, looking forward to that smile of yours that he adores so much. He gives mora to street performers now and takes home flyers from the theatre that he used to throw away when they were handed to him. He tries to improve his drawing skills so he can draw something beautiful for you (he has a long road ahead of him). He also considers taking you to a festival so the two of you could dance there together.

He tried to write a short story once. Titled it "A day in the life of the Sumeru Rose" and it just came out like a biology paper. Actually it pretty much was a biology paper. He gets a kiss for effort.

#genshin impact #al haitham #alhaitham #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #sumeru #genshin impact headcanons

[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

so :D i wrote my first ever fanfic because i was intrigued and want to know if i could do it. i hope you like it :)) i nerded out way too much on this one so spare me pls be kind!

description: set during the battle of manhattan, tlo. slightly canon divergent. lot of percy angst. tw: su!cidal thoughts. percys pov. percabeth being cute. based on the poem 'stopping by the woods on a snowy evening' by robert frost :)

Miles to Go Before I Sleep- A PJO Fanfiction

I couldn't sleep that night. I paced the room for two hours until late night as if there was something terrible was going to happen. I was worried sick--about Annabeth, about the war, about everything. At midnight, moonlight streamed through the hotel window as I sat, almost lifelessly on the bed, staring into nothing. Suddenly, I heard a creak in the door, and I was about to snatch riptide before I heard a whisper, "Percy? You awake?"

In the shadows, I saw the familiar figure of Grover, tired after a long day of attending to the satyrs. He sat down next to me on the bed, and we both stared at the wall in comfortable silence. For a moment, I could almost close my eyes and imagine that we were 12 year olds at Yancy again. "The Apollo kids are seeing you through the hotel surveillance cameras. They sent me to ask you to sleep" "Since you're the only one right now who I'll listen to?" ".....yep"

While Grover rambled something about him being my unofficial mom right now, I looked at my bedside table, and there it was. Pandora's Jar. Man, I wished the stupid thing would stop following me around, and right now, it wasn't the best time for me to want to resist opening it. Unfortunately, Grover read my emotions. "You want to open it, don't you?"

The question, which had always been on the back of my mind, really stung now that it was said out loud. I think Grover could see I was breaking down a little on the inside, and wrapped me in an awkward hug. "I-I do," it came spilling out of my mouth, my voice cracking. "It just feels like the Fates are giving me an opportunity instead of a challenge. I feel like everything around me is falling apart. I'm not good at handling war. If I give up to Kronos, he'd kill me, as long as I'd make him promise he wouldn't hurt you guys. It's just easier. It's better for everyone else" My eyes felt wet, and I pulled away quickly. Grover looked so lost, I immediately felt bad for making him worry about me. "Go to sleep, Percy," he said in a painful tone, as if I was a delusional grandpa who had gotten loose from the nursing home bed. Before I could say anything, he pulled out his reedpipes. Before I could protest, he started playing soft, sweet music and before I knew it, I was asleep.

In my dream, I was sitting with Annabeth in the strawberry field, while she had a book in her lap. Annabeth was smiling, her hair glinting in the sunlight. She was okay. We were okay. It was a sunny day and all the campers were having fun. I remembered this day; this conversation had happened two months before the war. Woah. That felt so far away.

"I finally found the greek version of this poem!" she said excited, her eyes sparkling, which gave me butterflies. "This poem is really famous for the last four lines, wait-wait, I'll read it out to you" She picked it up. "So the English version of these lines are: "The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep" I bumped her shoulder with mine. "Ok, nerd...what's the point?"

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "It basically means that the poet wanted to die and found death a beautiful easy way out, but he realised he still had a duty in his life and that he still had a long way before his time to go, isn't that so poetic?" "I guess. You're better at this than me"

This didn't happen that day, but she opened her arms, as if about to hug me, probably due to Grover's magical reedpipe music, and for a second I felt elated that life felt livable again, before the ground opened up before she could, and I fell into endless darkness.

I woke up, shaking. I felt like I had been given a sweater in the cold before it got snatched away, leaving me back in the freezing winter. Grover was gone. I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted things to be alright again. I wanted to see Annabeth happy and nerdy as usual and hug her. But sunlight streamed in through the window, and I forced myself out of the bed and went up the stairs to where Annabeth was.

When I walked up to her in the chair, my heart broke again. She looked so different from the dream. Her eyes were weakly staring at the view, she was shivering and her face was still a little gray. "Hey" she said. I checked up on her, talking to her about her health, which was slowly getting better, thankfully, but it didn't stop me from feeling guilty.

As I stared at her hopelessly, Pandora's Jar appeared on the table next to her. Annabeth studied my face. "We should put it in a place where it stays there"

I nodded my head in agreement. I took the jar gingerly in my hands. I looked out into the view from above. The whole city was in my sight. I saw demigods rebuilding the mortal's homes, some of which were damaged after the day's fight. I saw Nico rejoining a skeleton from his army's bones, with Will hovering curiously from a distance. "Is that a coccyx ?" "Gesundheit" If I died, he'd be the prophecy kid. I saw two tired aphrodite girls staring at a broken mirror, as if wondering where their life (and skin) started to break. I needed to keep them going. I needed to survive, I couldn't let them down. I needed to give them what they were fighting for. They were fighting for me. All my depression would have to wait for another day.

"It must be annoying," Annabeth said. "Don't you ever just want to open it?"

"Nah," I gave her my bravest smile, as I carried the jar to the door, where I would give it to be locked in a storage locker in the hotel. "I have promises to keep; and miles to go before I sleep"

#pjo fic #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson angst #percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #rick riordan #percabeth #pjo fandom #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv series #percy series #pjo series #annabeth pjo #perseus jackson #percy pjo #the last olympian #percy jackson spoilers #pjo fanfic #annabeth percy jackson #percy and annabeth #annabeth #grover underwood #nico di angelo #pjo hoo #hoo #rrverse #pjo hoo toa #solangelo

[delta-pavonis]

🥁 + 9

Because it's brilliant and I need more of these two. (And to give me more picture ideas to spam you with 😁)

Aw, "shoulder kisses."

Read it below the cut or on AO3. You will probably need to brush your teeth after this it is so fluffy.

"Come. " Kiss. "To." Kiss. "Bed." Kiss.

The last one lingers on Hob's bare shoulder, lips parting to allow teeth to nip at the taut curve of skin. Hob turns his head and catches Dream's lips with his own for a moment. "No." He cannot help but smile at his lover's pout. "I am determined to get through this song first."

Hob had picked up a recorder in the city’s market just before they left so that he has something new to work on to distract himself from his swirling thoughts. He has spent the vast majority of his time since they left the capital of Helespis with said instrument.

"What is with this sudden single-minded need to broaden your musical horizons? And why the rush?" Dream kneels next to him since there is no room on the stool set outside their vardo. One pale hand squeezes Hob's knee. "This seems so sudden and I... is something wrong?"

"I..." He sighs, looking down at Dream. "It has just been hard for me. Since Calliope joined the caravan."

Upon exiting the Southern Wastes Dream's clan headed for the capital of the small marshland nation of Helespis. It was in said capital that they met up with Calliope: she needed transport into Temenos. And wouldn't you know, that is exactly where they are headed. Of course Dream let her travel with them. Of course Dream did not refuse to provide safe passage to his ex-wife.

Saying Calliope is beautiful is such an understatement as to be embarrassing to they who utter it. Of course Dream would have been with someone like that, someone who is the elegance of a poem given human form. Someone who can dance and sing and play the mandolin. Of course Dream is pulled into her orbit, smiling at her with that sweet little curl of lips Hob had been sure was only for him.

Dream’s expression darkens as he considers Hob’s words. “Did she say something to you? Do something? I would not have her treating my lover poorly.”

Hob deflates a little, his smile fond as warmth blooms in his chest and he lays his hand over Dream’s on his knee. “No. Nothing like that. It is just…”

That first night Hob had watched them from the farthest edge of their camp, in the shadow of the kitchen wagon, and sighed. Like a lovelorn fool. He felt such a fool.

"My brother is with you for a reason," Epithumia emerged from the kitchen with a glass of wine and nudged Hob with their elbow. "He is divorced from her for a reason. Do not sit and stew in your jealousy – it is going to leave unsightly lines on your face."

Hob chuckled softly. For all their apparent grievances with Hob and with their brother, 'Mia still wants said sibling to be happy and is thrilled that Hob makes him happy. "So are you saying that you won't help me put frogs in her bunk?"

'Mia smirked, all red-waxed lips and kohl-lined eyes that shone golden when they caught the distant firelight. "Oh, now, I wouldn't go that far."

"See? I knew you'd have my back when push came to shove."

They have become closer over their weeks in the same clan, so it was not a surprise when 'Mia wound their arms around Hob's waist and rested their chin on his shoulder, body draped across his back. "I could help you make Morpheus jealous?" They splayed a hand across Hob's belly.

Hob rolled his eyes. "That might be the stupidest idea I have ever heard." He would never do that to Dream. Ever. Even if their relationship did come to an end. "Besides, I know that I am not your type. I won't kneel for you."

"Pity." They purred into his ear. "You would be very pretty with my cock in your mouth."

"I always look pretty with a cock in my mouth. That has little to do with yours in particular." Hob shrugged off 'Mia's embrace. "Now scram so I can mope here in peace."

'Mia just sipped at their wine. Hob swore he could hear the gears turning in that pretty head of theirs. “What is your problem here? Specifically.”

Hob sighed again, then motioned to the pair talking by the fire. “Look at him with her. Look at him smiling at her. Like that. Laughing with her like that.” ‘Mia did as he bid, looked out to their sibling and former sister-in-law. As if on command Calliope laughed heartily at something Dream had said, throwing her head back, while Dream smiled that exact soft little smile at her and Hob felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin. “Like. That.”

“Mmm,” ‘Mia hummed, took another sip of wine, and then finally turned to leave. “You should ask my brother what they are talking about.” They nudged Hob one more time before disappearing into the darkness.

“It is just what?” Dream brings Hob’s hand to his lips. “Please tell me why you are spending so much time alone working on this when you have never done such before. I…” He presses another kiss to Hob’s knuckles. “I miss you.”

Ah, fuck. Hob is such a sucker for this man. But instead of answering directly he tilts sideways. “The night after Calliope joined us, after dinner, around the fire… you were sitting alone with her and talking. What were you talking about?”

Hob’s eyes widen as Dream flushes a deep red that runs rapidly from cheeks to collarbones. “Oh. We…” He actually swallows audibly, which Hob arches an eyebrow at, and when he speaks it is a whisper. “Why do you ask?”

Now something really is amiss. Hob has never seen Dream blush like this. “Because you looked… so happy with her. And the way you smiled at her, laughed with her, I thought… it felt…”

Hob is interrupted when Dream breaks into giggles, his blue eyes blazing to life like hot flames. “Oh Hob. My Hob.” He puts his other hand on Hob’s neck, pulling their faces closer. “She asked me why I seemed so happy, noted that she hadn’t seen such happiness on me since the day we married.” Dream leans closer still, face still flushed but grin wide and open. “So I told her about the man that I have fallen in love with.”

Every last wisp of air leaves Hob’s lungs all at once. “That you have…”

Dream’s smile is blindingly bright when their noses brush, but his voice is breathless, “I love you, Hob.”

Hob pretty much falls off the stool and onto the ground in front of Dream, grasping at his shoulders as he succumbs to his own fit of giggles. Love. His Dream just told him that he loves him.

They don’t even make it into the vardo, Dream trying to use one of the large spoked wheels as leverage as he climbs onto Hob’s lap.

Epithumia’s voice rings out over the chirping of night-crickets, “In the name of Jabin’s blessed fucking bollocks… Find four walls. Now.”

#Dreamling #Night Rhythms #drummer/dancer AU #drummer Hob #dancer Dream #drummer!Hob #dancer!Dream #Dreamling AU #The Sandman AU #Dream of the Endless #Hob Gadling #Pavonis writes

[heybaetae]

gifmaker / cc wrapped 2023!

thanks for tagging me my angel @jkvjimin 💜

i tried really hard not to choose all comp sets, but those take the most effort and therefore are what i'm prouder of than a standard set, but regardless...

here are my top 10 fave creations of the year:

bts chapter 1 insta feed // this was an insanely taxing project and is probably the most work i've ever put into anything, but i was really inspired to do it. it took about a week (one day for each panel) and was repetitive, i literally threw out my back by day 3 from sitting working on it that my body was in SO MUCH PAIN, but i wanted to get everything right and make it make sense which is why i wrote up a detail post breaking it down and explaining every decision that went into this. i still intend to make this a series and do one dedicated to their japanese discography (i actually started on one before i published this but didn't like the concept) and for their solo work, but it doesn't feel like the right time yet as things continue to release. but i look forward to it!

cheesy bts valentine cards // this was purposely corny, but the response was unbelievable! i had fun working on it and was so happy it made people laugh and smile. the tags were a joy to read on this post and it's my fourth most popular gifset ever. thank you!

bts guide to troubled birds // yet another corny idea, but i get a kick out of making silly comps and was inspired to make this. i started with jimin's as an experiment because his poem was the easiest to choose and built the rest of it from there, carefully deciding which poem to apply to each member and recreating them from scratch. i love celebrating their chaos in fun ways, so this was nice!

jungkook's sensitive tear ducts // sometimes i get really random comp ideas and spontaneously start making something with no plan. this was one of those times and it is now my third most popular gifset since making this blog in 2020 lol. ofc i'd never gif him upset about anything serious, so i only chose moments that didn't feel inappropriate to include to keep this set lighthearted and humorous.

long live bts (10th anniversary set) // i always knew i wanted to make something with the lyrics of that song because every word of it reminds me of their story. the 10th anniversary was perfect since it literally says "it was the end of a decade". i wanted the set to just be really simple so i went with a more desaturated look and focused more on choosing a scene from each year that fit the lyric per that gif.

love me again mv // this was my first time bothering to gif a music video in 4k. i usually avoid it bc it slows my computer down and takes a lot longer (i also have to reconvert the youtube download to a different file type to get it to play in my kmplayer, it's a whole process) but i waited a few days after it came out because i originially didn't think i could color it when it premiered so i just didn't gif it. but i gave it a try anyway when i didn't feel so pressured and i really like how crisp they came out.

jungkook's bday set // i didn't have a plan for this when i started, but i searched a lot for inspo and finally found something i felt like i could make something with so i came up with this very barbie-esque rendition for jungkook that i'm still very fond of. i purposely didn't write happy birthday on it anywhere so it could be shared year-round. it's probably my fave set i made all year and everyone seemed to like it too!

jimin's bday set // this was originally just going to include songs from FACE, but i decided it didn't celebrate jimin's work as a whole if i didn't include all his solo songs/endeavors so it turned into a big monster. i like how it came out though!

standing next to you mv // this year i was introduced to HD master files, so instead of rushing to download a new mv from youtube and giffing it fast, i'd wait for a higher quality rip from apple music to show up online. the difference is quite astounding. i made gifs with master files for all three of jk's music videos this year (seven, 3D), but i like how this one turned out the best.

vmin comp // just felt like giffing my two favorite people before they left and needed to channel my sad emotions into something before seeing them seperate for so long. i included moments i've giffed before and ones i've never had the chance to gif. i could have made this post so much longer but forced myself to stop lol. i like the pink and blue colors in it a lot <3 i miss them so much

thank for all your support on my work this year! i have lots of (old) new stuff in my drafts to share in the new year so please keep your love coming x

i'm going to tag @userjiminie @userjungkook97 @btsiu and @cordiallyfuturedwight to do this if they'd like to!

#tag game #cc tag game

[jkoo-njoo]

College crush - 2

summary : college au | when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line ?

pairing : shy n clingy bf! jk x black fem! reader

genre : fluff, soft yandere | headcanons

word count : 2007, on going

warnings : stalking, fixation

author's note : it took me a while to overcome writer’s block for this story but I woke up motivated this morning and I literally just finished writing all of it in one sitting 🤭 there will be 2 or 3 more chapters left after this one ! hope u enjoy loves ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

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2/ forbearance, solitude & craving

- Enactment of the plan

it is time. his plan is finally in motion

he’s going to get you, at all cost.

he already had a good amount of photography in stock but he spent the week producing a fresh batch of pictures for the application

he took his camera and clicked everywhere towards everything

stills of landscapes, animals in action, objects and art pieces, people moving…

he had to make his application absolutely perfect to be sure he’d be with you

and he did ; his work was outstandingly pretty and always held some sort of longing/nostalgic feelings that could be felt by the observer

you could tell in them that the photographer took his time to wait for the correct angle, the perfect movement of the subjects and the right amount of reflection of light before he captured each images

this batch process was so amusing and sort of therapeutic to him because he got to get back to photography, which he didn’t have that much time to do since he started college

but the best part of it all :

he started taking pictures of you.

he didn’t even intend to do it at first

him taking a broad picture of the campus’ park wanting to capture the nature coupled with the students go on with their occupations

but when he looked back at it, there you were

on the 3rd plan, almost totally blending yourself with the paysage ; yet looking so outstandingly beautiful… almost angelic

then he decided to hit click more often whenever he would run into you

he always made sure he’d stay far enough so that you don’t notice him ; but close enough so that he could capture you in the upmost quality

each picture were of you doing insignificant things like walking around campus with your earphones on ; reading at a local café ; eating and laughing with some friends of yours ; studying and looking so cute with your frowning eyebrows

he held each one of these so close to his heart

he even created a whole folder on his computer compiling all of the photos he took of you

he was dreaming of the day you’d pose just for him, looking right in his objective with your bright eyes and piercing gaze

he was dreaming of the day you’ll be his and all he would do everyday is follow you around with his camera and snap pictures of you doing anything with him

anyways

he submitted his application for the club and of course got accepted

the first classes would start two weeks from now

he absolutely couldn’t wait to finally be near you

- battling loneliness

he was right : he definitely couldn’t wait.

the two weeks are up and the first photography class starts tomorrow

the wait was overbearing and painful

but he swallowed his suffering

because he knew that patience is the most important part of the plan.

for it to work out perfectly it was necessary to wait

to pass time, on top of taking more pictures of you, he started to write poems

his feelings for you were growing more and more everyday without a mean of escape ; he had to find something to externalize them before he turned absolutely crazy

at the beginning, it wasn’t exactly poems, but little journal entries destined to you, since he cannot contact you directly just yet

technically he could but he was far too much of a coward to ever try to make a move in real life

the messages started soft and short — like 2/3 phrases short — and were very descriptive with no definite style whatsoever

“seeing your beautiful face made me feel so happy today. You are the ruler of my heart.”

but.. he felt so… ashamed ? uncomfortable ? because he never wrote anything before and he thought it was so lame

the more he wrote, the more he got bold and tried new ways to express himself

so he started using more imagery and very sentimental turn of phrases and the little messages turned to poems, each longer and more complex than the previous ones

“if anyone asks me to prove my love for you, I’ll ask them to let you speak on my grave and watch how I come back to life right before their eyes, to bask in your angelic voice and presence.”

he wanted to write the best poems so that you could really see how much love he held for you

so that he could prove to you that he was perfect and deserving of your love and attention

he was getting more confident in his writing but he felt like it would never be enough to truly capture the entirety of your outstanding beauty the purity of your heart and aura

and each poem or picture from afar reminded him of how lonely he was, and how you weren’t his yet

but he had to stay strong, because soon he’ll be close to you

- eventually : the liberation

he had so much trouble to sleep

he was so excited because today was finally the day he’d been waiting for for so long

the day of the first photography class

he wanted to look good and make a great first impression so he spent half the night choosing an outfit

settling for a baggy grey t-shirt and black cargo pants because he didn’t feel ready to be noticed by you just yet

and he definitely needed to update his wardrobe… too much dark and baggy clothes

he noticed you were very stylish and he daydreamed about going shopping with you more than once

he wanted to be your doll to dress up as you please and have matching outfits with you

he also wanted to see you in the clothes that he chose himself just for you. he’s convinced that they’ll suit you so well

so much so that he had a ton of carts waiting on lots of different website, just ready to buy and send for you to wear

anyways

he was so so nervous

but, his excitement exceeded his nervousness and apprehension

he barely ate anymore these days but at some point he decided to eat properly, get back in the gym and do his skincare

because he knew that you wouldn’t want your boyfriend to not take care of himself

and if he cannot care for himself, how can he even pretend that he’ll be able to care for you ??

he was proud of himself and his love for you because you made him a better man without even meeting him yet

he knew that each and every day he was becoming more and more perfect for you

fast forward to the afternoon, and 2pm

the class started at 2:30 pm, be he came here early just so he could admire you enter the class, and also choose the best seating area for the both of you

he settled for the middle row on the very left side

because he knew you love to sit on the front row on the right side. so this place would allow him to look at your side profile and stare at you all that he wants without you noticing him.

it was perfect

time went by, and the classroom started filling up slowly

he knew you’d come in last, so he put a little book on one of the chairs in the front row so nobody would take your spot

and just like clockwork, you arrived right before the class started

the only chair available the one that he reserved for you

you looked around to see if the person who left the book was here, and your neighbor told you that he saw nobody claim back the seat so you just sat there

when you did, shivers travelled his whole body from head to toe.

he felt so proud of himself and also so thankful that you were accepting his first ever move towards you. His first proof of his love for you.

the class started but he did not listen one bit

he was so mesmerized by your beauty and your closeness

he was already following you around to your place of study like the library or cafes to look at you ; but he never got the courage to get any closer.

you being just 2 rows in front of him was the closest he’s ever been

he was savoring each and every second, before a miracle occurred.

the photograph professor called out your name and asked you to present yourself in front of the class

apparently everyone would have to

he quickly pulled out his phone and started the dictaphone

then you spoke up and started presenting yourself in front of the whole class

he felt himself melt on the spot

your voice so clear and full of assurance, as you spilled precious details about yourself that he’ll spend the rest of his life cherishing

you said that you love photography, you draw, you write and you read. And you talked about being really excited to start this class and do your best to express yourself through your photography

he could cry right here and there. this was so much more than he would even dare to ask for

but he was getting nervous again. because this means that he would have to present himself next

he started shaking his leg uncontrollably and his hands started sweating. he didn’t expect to have to speak up and be noticed by you so early in the plan

but he had to be strong for you and not let his timidness consume him

his time came. everyone turned around to look at him, including you

he couldn’t bear meeting your gaze and looking at you in the eyes so he looked straight in front of him, aiming towards the professor

however if he did hold your gaze, he would have seen how your eyes kind of lit up looking at him

it was so difficult for him to speak up and not stutter but he did his best

you only had to say what brought you here and your other hobbies. Some people told more, some less. He opted for the less.

« Hello all. I’ve been doing photography for years and decided to enroll as soon as I knew of the existence of this club. Other than photography, I enjoy gaming, working out and writing poems. That’s all »

the professor thanked him and moved on the the next person

he felt his nerves relax and released a breathe he didn’t know he was holding

he hoped he made a good impression on you mentioning working out and writing. Since you love writing, you have now a second shared interest and he also overheard you talk about how you like fit guys so he was sure he hit all the right spots

he spent the rest of the class not listening one bit, just looking at you being focused on the class

at the end of it, he pretended to take longer to pack up his things and when everyone left the classroom he went over to your seat

your sweet scent lingered on the spot and he was incredibly jealous of the person that sat next to you

you smelt a mix of vanilla and cinnamon with a hint of sweet citrus fruit

he wanted to bottle up the air and take it home with him if he could

he went back to his dorm with so much contentment and happiness within his heart

now that he got you close he wanted more. and he would have it

for the first time of his life, he grew confidence and decided to act on his impulse

and his impulse led him to accelerate the plan : he’ll contact you even from afar.

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Could I please request a lady lesso X reader. R is hired as an English teacher cause after the merge they realised they should probably start teaching their students core subjects.

R is a complete nerd and will go on rants for hours about literature and their favourite books/poems however r has a very insecure side that nobody gets to see which has caused r to develop an eating disorder which has gone unchecked.

I'll let you have full creative freedom to figure out a romance plot for it so please feel free to absolutely destroy me emotionally with angst or make it as fluffy and soft to your hearts content :)

Hello my lovely anon. I hope this is okay for you and I apologise for the angst I broke my own heart writing this but it was a great release of a bad day <3

Words between the Pages

*Authors note~ I know I say this a lot here but I love this prompt, I feel like I really relate to R here. Also going to formally apologise here for what I'm about to do *

Trigger warnings ~ eating disorder relapsing not knowing what's happening to them angst angst character (hurt possible death ;)

Prompt~ see the ask^^^^

It had been a few years now, you had taken up the new English position at the school for good and evil. Since the merger they had decided it was time to introduce some core subjects that would benefit the students no matter what realm they entered. English was one of those. And you had a natural affinity for that.  Your favourite part of the subject was anything related to literature. Novels and poems were your source of comfort on those hard days. For you, they numbed the pain like alcohol or drugs for others. You even wrote some of your own work, to express anything that was chipping away at your fragile heart.

After a year at the school, you began to realise you had feelings for the fiery dean. Not something you had planned on, and you knew you'd have no hope. She alluded a sexy confidence in her every move. You, remained shy and introverted, preferring the company of books to other people. You weren't even sure she would've noticed you. But she had. She loved how you'd get flustered in her presence and forgot your train of thought. It wasn't an uncommon reaction in her presence but with you it was different. You were enticing and addicting without even trying.

You began to write poems of your thoughts and feelings on the women, in a little black note pad that seemed to be glued to your hand. Where ever you went so did the book. It was your most prized possession and something you truly didn't want anyone else to read, personal thoughts and feelings lay bare in the book. So that's why you panicked when you couldn't find the book. All your secrets, littered through the pages hidden by words there. All it would take is a sharp mind to read between the lines and your heart would be exposed. You had to find that book.

Unfortunately for you, one of the Never students had found it and brought it to their Dean. The one mind you knew was more than capable of understanding the meanings. But one good thing came out of it, the first poem was based on your feelings for Leonora Lesso, which stunned the women and prevented her reading any further. Actually that one poem is what began your relationship.

You'd been together for two years now, most of your secrets were out in the open air, but one remained. The deepest and darkest locked away safely in your heart. Lesso knew you were extremely insecure about your body, it was obvious to everyone really, the way you dressed, the way you stood or sat and even the nervous flash in your eyes as food was mentioned. But Lesso knew more than others, it had taken so long for you to be comfortable showing her your body, and the night you did you broke down in tears. That hurt her heart truly, you seemed so small and broken and all she could do is wonder what caused such a reaction from you and how she'd kill them. No one would get away with making her girl feel like her own body wasn't anywhere near perfection. You were. True perfection, if only you could see yourself through her eyes then maybe this could've all been prevented.

It was one fatal accident that exposed you. During archery classes a arrow came hurling in your direction, seemingly from absolutely no where. You weren't able to react quick enough due to the weakened state of your body, not eating well the past few months was seriously affecting you, only now would you truly know just how much damage you'd done.  The arrow hit a centre meter away from your right lung. The pain causing you to collapse on the hard surface below your feet. The fall and blood spilling from your body causing you to lose consciousness.

The pain was constant, unlike something you'd never felt before. You were in and out of consciousness due to the weakened state of your body and now the blood you were losing, you knew this wouldn't be good. The students around you panicking not knowing what to do, not wanting to touch you and make it worse. The fear of touching the Deans girlfriend battling the fear of not helping you. One of them must have ran to grab your girlfriend, as you came back around once more you felt her hand in your hair and her words being whispered in your ear. She was here.

"Dove, what on earth were you doing out here? We have a medic coming hold on for me. Don't leave me love. Open those pretty eyes for me, that's it good girl" she whispered the tears soaking her words as much as they were staining her cheeks. The drops were falling from her face onto your sunken in cheeks. "N-ora I, I'm sorry. I love you" you whispered out in broken sobs as you bled out through her hands that were tightly pressed over the wound. When had they taken the arrow out? You could feel the life slowly leaving your exhausted body.

"Dove, hold on please, you have the strength I know you do. Please! You can do this." She pleaded with you watching as your eyelids were fluttering shut "keep those pretty eyes on me love. Please. I love you don't leave me!" Her cries were breaking your heart. But in that shattering heart you knew this was not going to get any better, you were dying. Lesso screaming for medics as she felt your heart rate decrease dramatically. The beats dangerously spread apart now. You were dying. She was losing you. You both knew it too. The students seemingly turned to shield you from prying eyes, out of respect or fear you weren't quite sure but it gave you the chance for one last wish.

"Kiss me" you spluttered gasping for air, and she complied instantly. Your lips met hers as she poured every ounce of love she had in the kiss, tears spilling onto your closed eyes as more tears leaked from your eyes. Lesso pulled back for air noticing you weren't kissing her back any more and let out a gut wrenching scream. Her love, her life and future wife was gone.

Word count 1227

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[seidenbros]

Hiii

I love your work and omgggg you write such good fics!!!!

Can i request something for eddie? I'm in a enemies to lovers vibe lol so i was looking through the prompts lists and found those interesting

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

"oh no, my head, it's falling conveniently onto your shoulder!"

So staring with angst but ending in fluff 🤭 i was thinking about the getting stuck somewhere together trope, like maybe somewhere at school, but i really don't mind if you have something else in mind you want to write.

Love u <3<3

HI HELLO! First of all thank you so so much, love u, too, remember that💚 This request... I LOVED IT! From the moment I read it. I love the enemies to lovers trope, though I might have taken some liberties here with Eddie's reasoning, but you'll see. I hope you'll like it 💚

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 4315 Warning/Tags: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, enemies to lovers, being locked up, broken nose, blood and bruises, bit of mean Eddie (let me know if I missed anything)

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“Looking good Y/L/N…”

“Shut it, Munson.” You rolled your eyes at him as you stopped at your locker. It had been like this ever since the school year had started, ever since Eddie had failed his classes and was now in your year. Before that, you’d always found him quite fascinating, because he was someone who stood up for the people around him, who dared to be different, and didn’t conform to what everyone else thought was right and proper. You were alike in that aspect. You wore whatever you wanted, listened to the music you liked, didn’t care whether someone was popular or not. But apparently, you were the one who had more manners than he did.

Ever since that first English lesson together where he’d gotten a glimpse at your poetry and had read it out loud - not really caring who was around to hear it - you’d thought differently of him. Out of all the people at school, you thought that he’d be someone who’d appreciate your creative side, who wouldn’t make fun of you for something like that, but apparently you’d been wrong. You’d snatched your notebook from his hand again and had stuffed it in your backpack. Since then, he’d recited bits and pieces to you now and then, trying to get you to snap - at least that’s what you thought. Granted, you were kind of amazed that he remembered it, but in the end, he only remembered it to tease you.

“No, I mean it.” Eddie’s voice pulled you back to reality. His locker was only a couple down from yours, so he was leaning against it, eyes on you. “Maybe some other pants, but apart from that…” Eddie nodded, and you felt your cheeks burn at his words. This morning, it had taken you a little time to convince yourself that it was okay to wear these shorts, that you could wear them, and not let your insecurities get the better of you, and now, Eddie’s comment really made you wish you could go home and get changed.

“If you don’t like it, just look somewhere else!” Anger bubbled up inside you, and that was better than feeling insecure. You had no idea what you’d done to Eddie that he had to make fun of you like that all the time, but if you didn’t start sticking up for yourself, you knew that it would never end.

“Aww no. Not gonna happen, princess.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, pushed himself away from the lockers to get closer to you. “Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re the one complaining!” You shut your locker louder than necessary, before you turned towards him. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m busy!” With school, and he should be as well, but you really didn’t care. You really wondered why he was such a nice guy to everyone else - well except the guys that always called him a freak - but with you, he really seemed to have a problem.

“With what? Writing another poem?” Eddie’s grin made you ball your hands to fists.

“None of your business?” you spat out, taking a deep breath to compose yourself again. “Some of us actually go to school, not like you.”

Oh that was a low blow, and you knew it, but with everything Eddie had thrown your way lately, you really didn’t care anymore.

“Maybe because some of us have a life away from school!” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, something flickering in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

“Yeah, like drug dealing in the woods. What a life that is!”

“Maybe you should just come by some time and actually get something from me.” He leaned in close, baring his teeth. “Might help get that stick out your ass and help you become a little less uptight.”

Before you realised it, you’d swung your fist at him. You heard an ominous crack, but it wasn’t your own hand. Sure, it hurt, but it was worth it. Eddie on the other hand tumbled backwards and held his hands to his nose. The blood was dripping down through his hands and onto the floor. You stared in shock, because you weren’t a violent person - at least not normally, but Eddie had apparently pushed all the right buttons.

“I…” you stammered, shocked by your own behaviour, but before you could say anything else, Mr. Clarke had already found the two of you.

“What happened here?” His eyes darted from the blood on the floor to Eddie and then towards you.

“Nothing,” Eddie said through his hands. He pulled them back slightly, but the blood kept flowing.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” you tried to explain, then shook your head. This was definitely not your normal behaviour and Mr Clarke knew that.

“Mr Munson, you’re going to the nurse. Do you need assistance?”

“I think I’ll manage.” Eddie glared at you once more before he left, leaving a small trail of blood behind.

“I’m really sorry Mr Clarke!” you said as soon as Eddie was gone, heaving a sigh. “I don’t know what came over me.” It had been Eddie and his words, yes, but you’d never snapped like this before.

“Whatever happened here, that’s between you two.” He knew that Eddie wasn’t the bad guy a lot of people made him out to be, he was just different. But different wasn’t exactly bad, was it? He was different as well. “But I can’t just let that slip. I’ll meet you at the drama room after school for detention.” Mr Clarke didn’t let the students sit around during detention, he gave them something to do that was useful, and you would gladly take any punishment he had in store for you, because you knew how wrong your behaviour had been.

The rest of the school day went by awfully slow, especially with your guilty conscience wearing you down. You didn’t see a glimpse of Eddie, not even at lunch break.

“What’s going on with you?” Nancy asked, taking the seat opposite you. You hadn’t seen her all morning, and she saw right through you, knew when you were lost in your thoughts. Especially when you were just poking around in your meal instead of really eating something.

“I got detention… Mr Clarke wants to see me after school for that.” It was the easiest way for you to breach the subject.

“Why? What did you do to get detention?” Curiosity shone in her eyes. It was the first time you’d ever gotten detention. You weren’t a grade A student or someone who always played along the rules, but you had been lucky so far. Today, though, was something you never wanted to repeat.

“I… broke Munson’s nose.”

“You did what now?” Nancy’s eyes widened at you, then she looked towards the table where the Hellfire Club usually sat, but Eddie was nowhere to be seen. “What happened?”

“He was being his usual asshole self!”

“He isn’t an asshole.”

“He is when it comes to me apparently.” You told her just what he’d said, how he’d teased you. “And suddenly, I saw my fist flying at his face. Believe me, I was shocked as well. So… I deserve detention.”

“Sorry to say, but… yes. Didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Neither did I. And it’s not something I want to repeat.” But at least you knew that you were able to throw a punch if you really had to.

When everyone filed out of the building after school was over, you stayed behind and made your way to the drama room. Mr Clarke was already waiting for you there - and so was Eddie.

“Good, now that you’re both here, we can get started,” Mr Clarke said, opening the door to the room, turning on the lights. Eddie looked… exhausted, and the area around his nose, the inner corners of his eyes were already starting to bruise. You were really sorry about all this, but in the end, he only had himself to blame.

“You’re gonna clean up the stage. And while you’re at it, you can sort the costumes. The last time someone used them, they made a mess of everything and now, Juliet’s dress is mixed somewhere with Danny Zuko’s leather jacket. Here you have a list of all the plays. The items and costumes are listed there. There’s a lot of work waiting for you.”

Mr Clarke left you with that list and closed the door behind him. Eddie was familiar with the room, knew his way around, because they had their Hellfire Club meetings here. You hadn’t spent a lot of time here so far, so you let Eddie lead the way. While you’d expected him to just sit down somewhere and let the time pass, he surprised you by getting different boxes so that you could sort everything in there.

For a moment, you worked alongside in silence, but you could feel the tension in the air. Eddie, who was usually so talkative, didn’t say a word, and that was somehow even worse than him saying something about your clothes or your poetry.

“Eddie…” you eventually broke the silence, taking a deep breath. “About earlier… I…”

“What?” He whipped around, narrowing his eyes at you. Oh, he could be intimidating, when he wanted to, but that didn’t make you back down. It changed your answer slightly, though.

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair!” You sighed, running a hand over your face, pushing your hair back from your face.

“Oh, what exactly am I doing that isn’t fair?”

“Are you kidding me?” Your eyes widened, before you shook your head. “Ever since the first class we had together, you’ve been getting on my nerves! I don’t know what I ever did to you that you think it’s fair to make fun of what I write or make me feel insecure in my clothes because I should’ve worn different pants.” You made air quotes with your fingers before you turned around again to take the next piece of clothing from the floor. Most of these should go in the washing machine before anyone else used them, but that was none of your business.

“Look, y/n-”

“No… really… you don’t have to explain anything to me. I thought you were a nice guy until we started having classes together. Guess my gut was just wrong about you.” You gave him a curt nod, before you hopped down from the stage and walked towards the door.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not finished.”

“I just want to get some water and soap so we can clean some of the stuff. If it’s alright with you, your honour?!” You looked back at him briefly, but continued walking - only to find the door locked. At first, you thought that it just wasn’t as easy to open the door as you’d thought, but no matter what you tried, it didn’t budge.

“What? You need help opening the door, princess?” Eddie called over to you, and you could hear that shiteating grin in his voice, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself. I don’t need a knight in rusty armour to help me.” One last try, but nothing happened. “But I guess we got locked in.”

You heard Eddie’s steps behind you before he appeared by your side.

“May I?” his voice was unusually soft when he asked, so you stepped aside. Eddie tried to open it by throwing his whole weight against the door. Nothing. Then he kneeled down to prod at the lock, but that didn’t help as well. “You think Mr Clarke locked us in?”

“Well… Not really. Not on purpose.” You shook your head, because he really wasn’t the person to do something like that. He was one of the nicest teachers here. “Maybe by accident.”

“Probably.” Eddie ran a hand through his hair, but pulled it back when he got stuck at the knots in his hair, heaving a frustrated sigh. “There’s no other way out. The door to the back rooms is always locked except when people are working here. And I only have my keys with me when we have our meetings.” Right now, he cursed himself for not attaching them to the keys of his van. There were only two windows in the ceiling, none in the walls, and the ceiling was too high for you to reach at all.

“Your Hellfire meetings, I know.”

“You do?” Surprised, Eddie looked at you, the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Of course. I’ve always thought your club was interesting and wanted to know more, but never got around to asking. But I know that you’re playing DnD.”

“Why did you never ask me about it?” Eddie was curious, but when you just raised your eyebrow at him, he had to take a step back. “Oh… right…” It had never been his intention to push you away or hurt you, but he’d somehow managed to do just that.

“Anyway… we can just get back to work. He’ll probably come back when our time is up.” You really didn’t want to talk about it, about what you’d thought of him before you’d gotten to talk, before he’d humiliated you. You were better off taking care of the costumes.

Eddie’s eyes were on you again and again, not really sure what to say. He’d brought that situation upon himself, but it wasn’t because he didn’t like you… quite the opposite actually. But the whole situation had spiralled out of hand, and he couldn’t really blame you for thinking that he had a problem with you.

He was impressed with how delicately you handled the costumes, because he’d seen other people treat this stuff like shit - and the stains on the clothes were proof of that. It was nice to see someone take such good care and it made him smile. He noticed that you were starting to hum to yourself. He tried to listen, tried to figure out just what you were humming there, and when he finally managed to do that, he started quietly singing along.

“I wanna know what love is, I want you to show me!”

You turned around to him when you heard his voice. He had a wonderful singing voice, but you were surprised that he’d picked up on what you were singing there.

“What?” he asked, amusement shining in his eyes as he tilted his head to the side. “I do not exclusively listen to heavy metal, you know? In fact I have an extensive knowledge of music.”

“I wasn’t-” you stopped yourself shaking your head. “I wasn’t judging, okay? I just didn’t realise that I was humming loud enough for you to hear.”

“Oh, you weren’t loud at all, my ears are trained to listen to the quiet voices. The ones nobody pays attention to with all the loud people around.”

“Oh… alright.” You didn’t know what to say to this, because it was rather sweet, and that was the picture you’d had of him… before. Right now, he wasn’t mean to you at all, wasn’t trying to get on your nerves, didn’t irritate you at all, and it was strange. Especially after you’d broken his nose. There was still some tension in the room, but it wasn’t as bad anymore. It felt different.

After another thirty minutes you were finished with the pile of clothes and most of the other stuff. There was just another small box with a few things that had to be organised. Eddie pulled a tiara out of the box and inspected it.

“Hold still,” he said, stepping up to you. Instinctively, you shrunk back.

“What is that?” Your heart skipped a beat when he stopped right in front of you. The big grin he’d had on his lips a second ago dropped. Your eyes landed on his hands and the tiara he was holding.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. That’s the last thing I want.” His words were so genuine that you held your breath, and you wanted to believe him, but with everything that had happened between you, it was hard to do that. You did believe, though, that he didn’t want to hurt you right now.

You straightened again and nodded slightly, giving him the go to do what he wanted to. Slowly and carefully, he reached out his hands to place the tiara on your head. He even arranged your hair a little bit, so it looked better.

“Just like a real princess.” He admired his work before he looked into your eyes.

“D’you think anyone will notice if I take this home with me?” You didn’t know where this question was coming from, maybe because of the way he looked at you, but you found yourself smiling and feeling at ease for the first time today. And it wasn’t because of some piece of fake jewellery on your head.

“They will if you walk out of here with the tiara on your head, but if you put it in your backpack, nobody will notice. My lips are sealed.” He made a motion to lock his lips with a key and throw it away that made you giggle.

“Anyway…” you eventually said, sitting down on the edge of the stage, letting your legs dangle down. “We’re done, and we can’t get out of here right now. We just gotta wait until we’re freed.” Because banging on the door and yelling for help wouldn’t exactly help you, since there was hardly anyone in the building, and the only one who knew where you were, was Mr Clarke. Nancy knew that you were in school, but she didn’t know where.

Eddie lowered himself to sit next to you, his thigh brushing against the bare skin of yours. If that had happened an hour earlier, you would have scooted away, but right now, it was somehow different. After all, he was the one sitting down so close to you when you were thinking that he had a problem with you.

“I didn’t want to make you feel insecure with that comment on your pants,” Eddie said, voice soft and low. You slowly turned to look at him, but Eddie was staring straight ahead. Was he blushing? “I mean… These shorts look way too good on you, and they make it hard for a guy to concentrate.” Hard on him, he meant, but he couldn’t come right out and say it. After all, he’d also seen the looks from other guys, who’d kept staring after you.

“Excuse me?” His words made your heart race and your head spin.

“Look I get that you thought that I was making fun of you.” Eddie rubbed his right hand over his face and hair, trying to smooth it down a little. “I really fucked up that first day, when I read your poem out loud.” Slowly he turned towards you, grimacing. “I was just so…  enthralled, you know? ‘Cause it was really good, and I didn’t even realise I was reading out loud until someone said something about it.”

“You… what?” You tried to process what he was saying, which wasn’t exactly easy, but in a way… you could follow. Still, everything else didn’t make sense. “But why did you keep making fun of me after that? Why did you try to provoke me all the time?”

“Believe it or not, I was trying to flirt with you.” Eddie had to laugh at himself, at how stupid he’d been.

“I’ve seen you flirt with a lot of people, Munson. That wasn’t flirting.” he was confusing, SO confusing, but your heart was still beating faster at the prospect of there being some truth to his words.

“That’s different.” The shade of pink on his cheeks turned even darker. He bit his bottom lip, trying to bring his thoughts in order and figure out what to say, because he didn’t want to say anything stupid again. “That’s just meaningless flirting, but when I’m actually interested in someone… I turn into an illiterate mess as it seems and say stupid shit.”

“You really do!” you said with a laugh, before his words really sank in. Slowly, you shook your head, reaching out your hand to put it on top of his, because he’d started fiddling with the rings on his fingers. His hands stopped beneath your touch, and you felt the tension ease out of him. “Maybe next time, write me a letter or something… Then you can think about what to say first.”

You leaned against him, your arm pressed up against his, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder. Your heart was still beating a mile a minute, but it was somewhat different now, with a warm feeling that spread through your chest, your stomach, your limbs. 

“I actually did write you a letter,” Eddie said, turning his hand around so that he could interlace your fingers with his, let his thumb brush along the back of your hand, happy when you didn’t pull away.

“Why didn’t I get it?”

“Because I still have it. Wrote it a couple of weeks ago and wanted to give it to you, but…” Eddie sighed. “Everytime I tried, I ended up saying something to piss you off. And if I just stuck it in your locker, you would have probably thought that it was some kind of joke. And I really didn’t want you to throw that letter in my face.”

“Mhh,” you hummed, nodding your head lightly. “Okay, I get that. ‘Cause you’re right with everything you just said.”

You weren’t exactly proud of it, but with everything that had happened, that would have been an understandable reaction.

“You know.. I was so excited to be in the same year as you, because I thought that I might finally have a reason to talk to you. That I might jump over my own shadow, but then…” You trailed off, because you both knew what had happened. And so you’d ended up here, thinking the other one didn’t like you when it was actually the opposite.

“Yeah, really sorry about that.” Eddie turned to face you, your faces just inches apart, and you felt your breath hitch. His eyes dropped to your lips before they darted back up. He disentangled his fingers from yours to raise his hand, run his fingertips along your temple and down your cheek. He wanted to lean in, wanted to kiss you, because you both had said enough right now, but the door to the drama room opened with a loud noise, and you both pulled back, looking at Mr Clarke like he’d just scared the life out of you - which he probably had.

“I am so sorry! I just instinctively locked the door behind me, like I usually do. Wheeler called my office and then I remembered that you two were in here. Really really sorry.” Mr Clarke said without pausing for a second while he walked up to you. He was oblivious to what had nearly happened between Eddie and you, and it was probably for the better. “But I see you managed to get everything done. Thank you for your help. You can go home now. And sorry again.”

“No need to be sorry, it gave us some time to talk,” Eddie grinned at your teacher before hopping down. He offered his hand to help you and you gladly took it.

“Good… That’s good! Enjoy your evening!” He got up on stage to retrieve the list he’d given you, while Eddie and you took your things and walked outside.

“So…” you said once the doors had closed behind you and you were filling your lungs with fresh air.

“So…” Eddie echoed, his eyes landing on the top of your head. “Looks like you didn’t even need to try and steal this thing. Mr Clarke was so flustered, he didn’t realise that you were wearing this.”

“Oh!” You chuckled, because it hadn’t been your intention, but now, you were here with a tiara on your head. “You’re right. But to be honest, I forgot about that as well.”

“It won’t be missed, believe me.” Eddie chuckled as well. “So… Now that we finally got these little.. Problems out of the way.” You couldn’t help the smile that was spreading on your lips now. Problems was a nice way of putting it. “I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime? Sometime soon, if you’re willing to be seen with me looking like that.” Eddie had to grin at his own words. His nose hurt, yes, but he understood why you’d done it, what had led up to that. 

“Since I’m responsible for that,” you gestured towards his face, an apologetic look on your face. “I don’t mind at al. I’d love to go out with you, Eddie.”

“Really?”

“Yes, of course! Because I do like you as well, if you couldn’t tell by now.” You closed the gap between you and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Saturday?”

“Saturday.” Eddie nodded, his smile widening more and more.

“Oh, and I still want to read that letter, Munson,” you said, starting to walk away, giving him another smile over your shoulder. You swayed your hips a little more than you usually did, because you remembered his comment about your shorts, so you knew where his eyes would land now that you were walking away from him. And he did, he watched your every step until you were out of sight, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was that you’d finally managed to resolve the issues between you two. That was definitely worth the pain and the broken nose.

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N7 Month, 2023 - Day 5: Elcor

It's just gonna be a go-nowhere fluff about a human and an elcor going on a first date.

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“Hi, my name’s Ennis, you must be Havelez?”

“Delighted: that’s me. It is good to finally meet you, Ennis.” With that, the Elcor bent his forelimbs just slightly, dipping his back and revealing a bouquet of flowers tucked into a belt around his hulking torso. “Expectantly: for you.”

Ennis smiled as he took the bunch, he had to stand on his toes to reach them, even as his date stooped a little lower for him.

“They’re beautiful! What are these, tazarasi orchids?”

“Impressed: that’s right. Warmly: I read it’s an Earth custom to bring flowers to a first date. Tazarasi’s grow along the highways in my home province.”

“Well, sounds like we both did a little research on each other then,” Ennis laughed. He smelled the flowers, orange and turquoise petals that looked like they could have been made out of tin or some thin metal. The scent was rich but delicate. He imagined he wasn’t smelling half of what his date could smell in the flowers, but he was proud to feel included.

“Shy Admittance: you are the first human I’ve gone out with. I wanted to make sure things were perfect.”

“You’re the first elcor I’ve dated, too, so we’ll just both take it slow, huh?”

“Pleased: Then, shall we eat?” Havelez nodded towards the door of the restaurant, a Ukrainian soup, sausage, and sandwich place that Ennis had no idea was on the Citade, much less in his Ward. He smiled and Havelez led the way, giving his name to the host at the door.

In a few minutes, they were ‘seated’ (elcor, apparently, do not sit to eat. But one of the accessible tables worked to seat the mixed company) and Ennis had helped his date to order something vegetarian and as spicy as could be found. Once the menus were taken, they sat in comfortable silence with one another.

“So what do you do?” Ennis asked, smoothing his napkin over his lap.

“Proudly: I’m a Bellenzi, a poet, or a story-teller.”

“Really!? That’s incredible, I haven’t written a poem since I was yay tall! Tell me about that?”

Havelez straightened a little bit, and Ennis got the idea he was preening a bit.

“Breathlessly: It’s my calling. Ever since I was a calf, I have dreamed of telling stories, of making other people laugh, cry, and thurzol. I started bellenzing when I was very small: barely 35. Fondly: my family was very kind to endure my early attempts at poetry.”

“That’s fascinating! And is there… I mean, do you have much work on the Citadel?”

Havelez rumbled and his face squished up briefly in a display of what Ennis thought must be laughter.

“Conspiratorily: I moved here after receiving an arts grant from my province. You see, I have been studying how to translate elcor poetry to other species. Happily: While that is my main passion on the Citadel, I’ve also found work here and there.”

Ennis’ eyes sparkled for a moment, and beneath the table, he slid his foot forward until he knew it must almost be touching Havelez’ forelimb. He wasn’t sure if ‘footsy’ was a game the elcor played.

“Can you recite some poetry for me?” He asked, teasing.

“Slyly: Oh, I’m sure it would only bore you. Definitively: Poetry’s a second-date activity.”

“No, really,” Ennis chuckled. “Something you’ve written. Just a piece of it.”

Their food arrived as Ennis was asking, and in the bustle, he half expected Havelez to bow out of his request. But once the waiter had departed, the elcor placed one ‘hand’ on the table and seemed to adopt a rigid pose.

“Hopeful, Bitter: If you asked of me a star, I would fetch for you the sun. Expressive, Dissembling: For you desire the beauty of the night we met. Tranquil, Appeased: But when I first met you, you were the sun, that moment was my daylight. Brash, Sincere: A ring I give you set with the sun can only be a pin-pricked star compared to you.”

“I think that’s lovely,” Ennis could barely contain his smile.

“Sincerely: I had excellent inspiration.”

Ennis blushed. They talked about him, next, and it was fun to recount what to him were boring stories anyone who grew up in North America could relate to. Havelez of course hadn’t grown up anywhere near North America, though, and explaining his way through their mutual cultural misunderstanding turned in to talking until the restaurant was set to close.

The two finally stood together at a travel terminal outside the restaurant.

“So,” Ennis said finally. “If poetry is supposed to be the second date, but we got it out of the way on the first date, what can I expect from date 2? I have a feeling I haven’t learned all there is to learn about you after a few hours.”

“Pleased: I could talk to you for hours. I could talk about poetry for hours. I can hardly wait.” He bent his forelimbs just barely—though to an elcor it would have been a tremendously meaningful little bend—and Ennis leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“I had a wonderful night, Havelez.”

“Sincerely: So did I, Ennis.”

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