#I absolutely have more to say but I am on the clock so I’ve said too much already

[anastasiabowe]

𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉 — As a broke college student, it’s not wrong to want a rich husband! That doesn’t mean you’re a gold digger, or will stoop so low you will ruin your worth, it just means you want a man who will take care of you, and guess what? You found him.

note: this will be a 3 part series! First one I’ve ever made and may be my last! So please not too much on these writings! Luv you!

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄𝙄

Content Warnings: Language..? Nothing other than that!

Nanami stared at his reflection.

“Nanami, get it together. It’s just a date, you’ve done them plenty of times.”

Nanami repeated that to himself and each time he got more nervous. His hands were now sticky with sweat, and his stomach began to hurt from the nerves. Nanami has never been this nervous, not even for business meetings that can determine his companies status or funds.

Nanami’s phone chimed a little song as his alarm went off. It was 5:15 and he needed to leave for his date.

He went to his sink and washed the sweat from his hands. He grabbed his car keys and headed to his garage.

Once he got in his car and started driving, he didn’t want to do this date anymore. What if you found him ugly? I mean the photos he chose weren’t the best, but what if you were expecting younger, or handsomer?!

He pulled into Hermès’ parking lot, and he went to park in a spot as close to the restaurant in case of a quick exit he may have to make.

He sat in his car as the clock ticked. It was only 5:25, and his reservation wouldn’t be ready for another five minutes. He took a deep breath, and made his way into the luxurious restaurant. He signed in, and the Server brought him to his table. Nanami thanked him as the server said he would be right back and Nanami nodded. Just as he sat down his phone chimed and he picked it up.

He saw a message from Haibara.

H: “Hey dude, just wanted to wish you luck. Remember, don’t think too much and act like you. It’s not as complicated as you think! Alright, I gotta go, tell me all about the date after it, or tomorrow!

N: Thank you, I really appreciate it Haibara. I will tell you all about it tomorrow!

Nanami smiled, Haibara was too good for him. His phone chimed again and a message from you appeared on his screen.

Y: “Hey Kento! I might be running late, I missed my bus, so it might take me a few minutes! (Hopefully it’s not a deal breaker😅)

Nanami laughed to himself while also internally punching himself. Why didn’t he offer you a ride!? Oh he’s such an idiot! While Nanami cursed himself for mistakes he didn’t even make, the waiter looked at him in slight discomfort.

“Sir?” Nanami jerked his head towards the young man, startled by his sudden appearance.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” Nanami kindly apologized.

“Oh, it’s not problem, at all! I was just wondering if you were waiting for someone, if not, are you ready to order drinks?” The young man so kindly asked the clueless Nanami the 4th time about what his plans were at the restaurant.

“Yes, I am waiting for someone, you can come back in five minutes, sorry for the troubles.” Nanami felt like an absolute clown. He is recognizable. He bets the waiter felt bad for him, thinking he was stood up, so he lingered to keep him company.

“Alright, I will be back shortly!” The young gentleman walked away, and Nanami checked his phone to see another message from you.

Y:“Hi! I’m at the front, the woman won’t let me in unless the person who made the reservation comes and gets me..”

Nanami sighed, places like these makes him hate reservations. He walks towards the front, and he couldn’t help but fucking forget how to breathe.

He saw you standing in a deep green dress. It was so flattering on your body, Nanami had to bite his lip to hold back the groan he wanted to let out.

“Hello, I am Kento Nanami. This is my date, please let her in.” Nanami’s stern voice irritatingly informed the woman. She looked up at Nanami with slight fear, she was different from the other guy who let him in, so she must be new.

You awkwardly smiled at the woman and walked towards Nanami. Nanami stepped to the side to let you walk past, and he eyed the woman up and down.

Nanami followed you and soon lead you to the table, and he pulled out your seat to help you sit down. He cringed at himself for acting so out of character for you. He never once felt or done this for a date, and so this all feels so forced.

“Thank you.” Your soft, sweet, voice quietly giggled and thanked him as you scooted your chair in with the help of Nanami.

“No problem.” He grunted. The awkward tension between you two was thick, but praise to god above, the waiter came over to the table.

“Glad to see your date arrived Mr. Nanami.” The waiter smirked towards Nanami, Nanami not finding it very funny. You looked in between them both, it just have been an inside joke.

“Can I get you both started with drinks?”

You looked at Nanami, insinuating him to order first.

“Um, What’s your finest wine?”

“That would be the Romanée-Conti, sir.”

“Then I will have that.” Nanami cleared his throat. You smirked, and looked at the waiter.

“A water would be fine, thank you.” The waiter nodded.

“I will be right back with your drinks.” Nanami and you both nodded back.

“So you don’t drink wine?”

“I’m 20.” You smiled at him.

Nanami felt a spring burst in his ear. You were 20, how could he forget!

“I’m sorry, I knew that, I do not know what’s come over me!" He scoffed at himself.

"Oh, no worries at all!" You awkwardly laughed. You hoped he wasn't too upset for forgetting your age..

"I tried a few types of wine before when I went to Europe with my family a while ago, I didn't really like any of them." You smiled, hopefully that helped ease his nerves.

Nanami chuckled, trying to erase the embarrassment he felt for acting so childish. No one would be offended if someone forgets their age..! "Am I a fucking child?! Who would get mad if I forget their age!" Nanami thought to himself.

"Wine is not for everyone. Took me a while to find my niche." Nanami smiled, making eye contact. You looked down when you caught his eyes, and tried to hide the smile that was creeping on your face.

Nanami knew that look, and felt his heart warm. "So, tell me, Y/n," he cleared his throat. "What are you majoring in?"

You looked back up, surprised at his question. "Uh, I'm majoring in business!" You smirked, seeing a sparkle appear in his eyes. You knew he loved to talk about business, hence everything in his profile was about business.

"interesting. Are you planning on starting one?"

"yes! I mean, I'm not sure what I want to do with any businesses I might create, but they're somewhere on the line of some sort of marketing." Nanami couldn't find you any more perfect. Not only are you beautiful and smart, you both share the same interests!

"Wow, I mean, if you need any help starting a business, you can always ask me. I've helped over 300 people start a business and 98% of them were successful." Your heart beated at the thought of having your own business and maybe a partner to help you through it all.

"really? I couldn't ask you to do that."

"I would love to, my favorite thing is to help others succeed. That's the whole point of my company."

You softly smiled, honestly completely out of words.

"Just let me know. But, let's put that aside, I'm curious, why were you truly on Richify?"

You laughed, you knew he would ask, I mean it was a very valid question.

"I could ask the same for you, but to tell you the truth, I want a rich husband." You were utterly amazed by how honest you were being. You barely know Kento and here you are telling him your selfish desires.

He lifted both of his eyebrows in shock, but had a playful smirk dancing on his face.

"Oh, is that so?"

"I don't like dating around. For the few guys I've been with, after maybe the second date, they just weren't the one so I limited who I met with and who I talked to." You scratched your head, hoping he agreed.

Nanami thought about his words carefully.

"Exactly that. I don't get how people can just hop from person to person, I can't stand the thought of it." Nanami chuckled, you chuckling with him.

"yeah, but you seem like someone worth my time." This time those words actually came out of your mouth on their own. You slapped your hand over your mouth. Nanami chuckled, amused by your slight embarrassment.

"is that so?" Nanami puting more emphasis on 'that'.

"I don't know why I said that.." you shyly giggle. He only eyed you down, making you more nervous.

"don't worry, I think you're worth my time also." Nanami winked, you smiled, and started to ease up. The waiter came back with the wine and water.

"Here you..go." he carefully set the wine glasses down, alongside a pitcher of water and a bottle of wine.

"would you like me to pour you your wine, or would you prefer to have the bottle?"

"I'll take the bottle, thank you."

"alright, are you both ready to order?"

You and Nanami gave him your respective orders, and the rest of the night went really well!

As the night went on, you found out truly why nanami was on that app and what his true desires were. The desires of wanting his own family, a family that didn't worry about money, a family that loved each other. You couldn't help but think about how a man with such power and influence would want such a normal life. But, you also smiled thinking about how much you both wanted the same thing.

You both also talked about how it was for a girl so young to not find any guys, and a guy so old to not find any girls and how funny it was that you both met.

You both also started to talk about things more deeper, more personal. You both talked about the failed relationships and the dates you went on, what your likes and dislikes were, turn ons and turn offs, what you both found weird or normal, or even your favorite type of animal. Everything either of you said did nothing more than to help the person you were sitting across fall more deeply in love with you.

Nanami admired every single aspect of you. He adored how wide your smile would get just from his jokes and stories alone, how beautiful your hands were, which were littered with rings, as they smoothed down your dress, he admired how clean and beautiful you looked, no matter how much you covered your face with your hands, he found you beautiful. No matter how much you nervously hugged your body, he found you even more beautiful. You were simply too beautiful for him to handle.

And ever since that night, dinners turned into breakfast, and breakfasts turned into brunches, and brunchs turned into amusement parks, and amusement parks turned into sleep overs, and sleep overs turned into moving in.

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"Nanami," you sighed as he pulled you softly onto his lap, legs spreading as he held your hips tightly. "You know I couldn't do that to you, my apartment is fine!"

He looked up at you, eyes soft as a knowingly smile danced on his face. He's asked you quite a few times to just move in with him, you've always been hesitant to the idea, not sure if that's what your ready for. You've never moved in with a boyfriend, let alone someone like Nanami.

"I know baby, but it would be so beneficial for us both. I mean, we can carpool to work since you took that internship at my job, we don't have to worry about meeting up when we are always together, I mean, hell, you wouldn't have to worry about rent." He softly said, as you continued to have your worries.

His house was so empty without you there all the time. I mean, he barely has anything in that mansion, and whenever you come over, you always shiver from how cold it was, except when you get to snuggle under the warm pink blankets you brought to his house to give it a little color instead of the plain white, black, and gray color scheme.

"Yeah, but that's a big step. I mean I have a lot of stuff and 2 pets!" You looked into his eyes as you emphasized your point.

"I love Milo and Princess." He simply said.

"I have a lot of clothes" He smirked as I said that as if that was a laughable point.

"I have a few walk in closets"

"I mean, God knows if my landlord will let me move out, I don't really know the terms and conditions of my lease."

"we'll figure it out." His voice never wavered nor changed in tone as he softly reassured you.

You didn't have any other points than that, I mean, what if it doesn't... You know..

"Wait, but what if-"

"Y/n please, I'm not trying to pressure you, but I think you moving in would be for the best. It gets so lonely when I don't have you next to me every waking moment. I need you here with me, I need you to help fill this empty house with things you love, we love." Nanami chuckled thinking about how the house would be a completely new home with your charm added to it. It would have a warmer and homier feel to it.

His hands began to softly rub up your sides and to your back. His would softly glide over your skin, making you melt into his touch. You nodded and relaxed as his words of how much he wanted, no needed you here made you feel. You did want to live with him. You wanted to wake up and breathe his fresh smell, listen to his deep soothing voice hum any song, and feel him everywhere you go.

You wanted to say 'Yes nanami! I will move in with you!' but an underlying feeling of doubt still clouded your mind. You had to say something.

"Nanami, I want to live with you, I really do! But.." his hands stopped moving, and slowly settled back onto my hips.

"But? Is something wrong?" His face now wasn't as soft and playful, now more tense and worried.

"No, but.." I sighed, trying to look away from him. He softly grabbed my chin with his hand making me face him again, eyes staring up directly into yours.

"Tell me, I promise you, no problem can't be fixed."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't want to think this way, but.. What if we, you know, break up? I mean I can't afford to move out, and my family lives far and that would really su-"

"y/n." He stopped me before my head started spiraling. He knew how you thought. He knew how much you overthink simple things, and don't always see things positively.

He took a deep breath, unsure as to why you were thinking you both might separate.. were you..

Unhappy?

"Please tell me you aren't unhappy in our relationship." Nanami's eyes left your as he was now just searching your face for a confirmation.

"no! No of course not, I'm very happy, why would you think that?" Now it was your turn to grab his chin and make him face you.

"well, I mean, you're having doubts about us taking our relationship to the next level, and your scaring me with the thought you don't see us ending up in a happy successful relationship." His voice was so raw, so clear, he was genuinely nervous about how you truly felt.

You felt extremely terrible for even thinking so negatively. You knew your boyfriend hated when you thought negatively, always taking those thoughts as something you're actually feeling. And in this case, he was assuming you weren't happy in your relationship.

Nanami's eyebrows were extremely furrowed as he tried to process and read your facial expressions again for now, a sign of any lies in what you said.

Your face softened as you placed both of your hands on the sides of his face. Your thumbs came to his brows as you softly stroked them to help them go back to his they were as you spoke to him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I didn't mean to insinuate that. It's just, I've never moved in with a boyfriend of mine, and I usually like to prepare for the worst." Your voice was quiet as you felt his eyebrows' tension slowly release and his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. Nanami laid his cheek on your chest, and let out a huge breath in relief.

"Just.." nanami chuckled. "Just let me know what you decide on. I'm not going anywhere, so take as much time as you need." You smiled, and stroked his hair. You just hummed in response, and you both continued to peacefully dwell in each other's arms.

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[theostrophywife]

kiss with a fist | chapter three.

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pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: high enough by k. flay.

author's note: we're well on our way. this is a shorter(ish) chapter, but that just means that you might get the next one sooner rather than later. as always, please enjoy the banter and sarcasm.

Angel’s Trumpet was going to be the death of you. 

You were convinced of it.

The multiple failed attempts to brew the wretched draught hung over you like a pall and followed you into your second week. When Wednesday night finally rolled around, you were in a proper foul mood. You couldn’t even bring yourself to take more than one bite of lasagne, which was usually your favorite. 

Beside you, Luna set the latest copy of the Quibbler down and looked over at you with concern. “Still having trouble with potions?” 

You nodded, sighing in frustration. “It’s this bloody Angel’s Trumpet. I’ve read over the recipe so many times that it’s practically ingrained into my subconscious, but I just can’t seem to get it right.”

Your roommate smiled faintly. “I know,” she said in her breathy voice. “You do come up with some rather creative curses when you’re studying.” 

You smiled sheepishly. “Sorry Loons, have I kept you up with my late night ranting again?” 

“No need to apologize. The wrackspurts are truly doing a number on everyone, not just you. They’re especially rampant during the start of term.” Her dreamy eyes sharpened into something that resembled mischief. “And how are your sessions with Theodore going?” 

The faint smile on your friend’s face told you that she definitely knew more than she let on. Besides you and Theo, Luna was the only person in Hogwarts who knew about your secret little dalliances. She had figured it out rather early on last year when you and Theo kept mysteriously disappearing at the same time. It was a shame that everyone underestimated her. Luna Lovegood was the most astute person you knew. 

You had absolutely no doubt that your secret was just one of many that Luna had uncovered by simply being observant. After all, teenagers weren’t exactly covert even if they were witches and wizards. 

“Miserably,” you finally answered. 

Much to your annoyance, Theo had not let up since the weekend. Day after day, he dragged you into the potions lab with varying disastrous results. Just the other night, the damned cauldron spewed magenta liquid like a geyser, effectively soaking you and Theo in pepto bismol pink like a demented water park ride. No amount of scourgify could wash away the shame. 

Luna laughed. “Pansy said that Theo spent hours scrubbing potion off of his fancy leather shoes.”

“Pansy?” you asked incredulously. “As in, Pansy Parkinson? Since when are you two the best of friends?” 

Your friend shrugged nonchalantly, but you clocked the slight flush in her cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to replace you. Pansy and I just have a few classes together, that’s all.” 

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “Is she being nice to you? I swear to Godric if she even says one mean thing I’ll stick a broom up that witch’s ar—“ 

Luna held her palms up. “I appreciate the concern, but I assure you Pansy is very nice.” 

That wasn’t entirely convincing, but you trusted Luna’s judgment. As protective as you were over your friend, you knew that she was perfectly capable of handling herself. 

“I just worry,” you said, patting her shoulder. “Those little serpents have teeth.” 

“Oh, I think you’re more familiar with the Slytherins and their teeth than I am.” 

“Loons!” 

She smiled unapologetically. “Speaking of which, here comes your serpent now and he does look poised to bite.” 

You turned just in time to see Theo marching down the aisle with two of his housemates. The curly headed one, Mattheo Riddle, swaggered on his right and winked at you. Flanking Theo’s left side was Enzo Berkshire, who gave you a polite wave. He was by far the most tolerable out of the lot of them. You wholly ignored Mattheo, but acknowledged Enzo with a nod. 

Theo, on the other hand, you openly glared at. “To what do I owe the displeasure?” 

Every head at the Ravenclaw table turned towards your direction. Though your housemates liked to think they were above the petty drama, Ravenclaws were some of the worst gossips in this school. Three Slytherins walking amongst their midst was as juicy as it got. 

Completely unfazed by the attention, Theo slid in next to you on the bench. “Someone’s got their wand in a twist.” 

You flashed him a saccharine smile. “I’ll twist more than just your wand if you don’t leave me the hell alone, Nott.” 

Mattheo smirked. “Oh, I like her.” 

The glare you shot his way was full of venom. “The feeling is not mutual.” Enzo fought a smile as Mattheo gaped. You ignored the both of them and turned back to Theo. “Who are they supposed to be? Your cronies?” 

“Merlin, she never truly lets up, does she?” exclaimed Riddle. 

Theo grinned. “You have no fucking idea, mate.” His expression faltered when he saw the ire dancing in your eyes. “Right, I know that look. Leave us before she decides to turn you two into toads.” 

The boys reluctantly backed away. Beside you, Luna followed suit but winked behind her shoulder as she left the Great Hall. Luckily, Theo’s back was turned to her. 

“What do you want?” 

“Glory, riches, power. The usual,” he deadpanned. “What do you think I want? I've been waiting for you at the lab for half an hour.” 

“I can’t,” you said dismissively. “Not tonight.” 

“Oh, yes you can. I’m too invested to give up now. I am going to teach you how to brew Angel’s Trumpet even if it kills me.” 

“I’d prefer to skip the brewing and get right to the fun part.” You didn’t even notice that your bantering had stopped every conversation at your table. Everyone watched as you menacingly twirled your wand. “Shall I buy a new dress for your funeral?” 

Theo smirked, seizing your wrist. He lowered his voice and spoke quietly so only you could hear. “I’d rather see you wear my jumper again.” 

“Let go of my hand and I’ll be sure to turn up to your wake donning your beloved jumper.” 

He sighed in frustration. “I’m serious about the draught, diavolina. We’re trying again. Tonight.” 

“Was my last try not humiliating enough?” 

“There’s definitely room for improvement. Avoiding turning the lab into a slip and slide would be my first suggestion.” His mouth quirked in amusement. Prick. “Aside from that, I think I finally figured out the missing ingredient.” 

“And that would be?”

“Relaxation,” Theo answered proudly. “You’re way too uptight and it’s feeding into your magic, hence all the explosions.” 

You scoffed. “You want me to relax? I have literally never relaxed in my entire life. I came out of the womb stressed about taxes.” 

Theo snorted. “That’s exactly why I’m here. Let the expert teach you, sweetheart. Being relaxed means being confident and being confident means success.” 

“You do know that confidence and arrogance are two different things, right?” 

“Do you want to brew the bloody potion or not?” 

The fact that Theo was the one motivating you to do school work was only slightly despairing. “Fine,” you conceded. “Teach me how to relax, oh Great Master.” 

“Tucking that away for names I’d like for you to call me in bed.”

“Pervert.” 

“Don’t slut shame me, Y/N. We all have our kinks.” 

“Great. Mine is committing acts of violence against snarky Slytherins.” 

“This snarky Slytherin rather enjoys your acts of violence. Especially if it involves your smartass mouth on mine.” You flushed in response, which only made Theo smirk in satisfaction. “Now, come. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us.” 

The Astronomy Tower was the last place you expected Theo to take you to. He didn’t really strike you as a stargazing type of guy, but then again, you probably didn’t strike people as the type of girl who slept with her academic rival out of spite. 

Maybe you both had layers. Layers upon fucked up layers. 

The thought almost made you laugh hysterically as you silently watched Theo transfigure his robe into a blanket. He laid it gently across the wooden floor and beckoned you over. “Sit,” he said simply. 

“This is awfully romantic of you. You take a lot of girls up here, Nott?”

“Only uptight little Ravenclaws who’d rather vex me to death than enjoy a stunning view of the stars.”

You snorted. “Sorry to disappoint.” 

He rolled his eyes and patted the spot next to him. “Sit. I won’t ask again.” 

To be fair to Theo (a statement you never thought you’d make), the stars were stunning tonight. You sat cross legged on the blanket and watched as constellations twinkled in the horizon. If you were up here with anyone other than the present company, you might’ve found it rather nice. 

But alas, this was Theo you were talking about. It was only a matter of time before he ruined it somehow. Probably with a lascivious comment. 

“Why are you sitting like you’ve got a stick up your arse?” Bingo. “Even more than usual, I mean.”

“Maybe you’re the stick up my arse.” 

“Don’t joke, darling.” Theo quipped, placing a hand over his chest. “You know I’ve been asking for months.”

“Do not make me push you over that railing, Theodore.”

“Jokes on you, I find your threats incredibly arousing. I’m pitching a tent in my trousers just thinking about it.” 

You rubbed your temples. “How is irritating the shit out of me supposed to be relaxing?”

Theo grinned, reaching into his pocket. “Because, I have this.” 

With a proud smile, he produced a tightly rolled blunt. 

“That’s your big idea?” you asked, wrinkling your nose at the joint. “Taking me to the highest tower in the castle and getting higher than a hippogriff so we can potentially fall down the stairs and break our necks?”

“It’ll help with your nerves.” 

“The only thing wrong with my nerves is that you’re always on them.” 

He smirked, sticking the joint between his lips. “You’re deflecting. What’s the matter, diavolina? Scared to partake in the devil’s lettuce?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, give it here.” Theo’s eyes widened as you took the joint from his mouth and stuck it in yours. “Well? Are you going to light me up or not?”

He shook his head in mild disbelief before pulling a lighter out of his pocket. You squinted at the silver Zippo, which had initials engraved on the front. The writing was too faded for you to read.

“I got tired of Mattheo stealing my lighters,” he explained. “This way I don’t lose track of it.”

The initials weren’t what surprised you. It was the fact that Theo even had a lighter in the first place. Most wizards just used magic to conjure fire. They certainly didn’t go around carrying muggle inventions in their pockets. It almost made you feel like you were back home in London, bumming a cigarette off some drunk after a night out in the pubs. 

“Why not use incendio?”

Theo shrugged. “An irritating know-it-all once told me that not everything has to involve magic.”

It was strange to hear him echo your words. 

None of it made any sense. Theo would’ve had to venture into a muggle shop to buy that lighter, which was unheard of for a pureblood. Especially not one whose family was part of the now disbanded Sacred Twenty-Eight. The idea of Theo walking around Camden Market to purchase a Zippo was more disorienting than the drugs. 

This little discovery did not line up with what you thought you knew about him. You squinted at him in the dim light, inhaling deeply. The smoke filled your lungs and clouded your senses. Yet one question remained even as you exhaled. 

Who the hell are you, Theodore Nott?

Sensing your gaze, he watched with a small smirk as you passed the joint over to him. It seemed impossible for the drugs to be taking effect so soon, but you found yourself mesmerized as Theo took a long drag. Smoke curled around his mouth as he leaned back on his elbows, tipping his head back to gaze up at the moon. 

“Why the Astronomy Tower?” you asked after a few moments. 

Theo shrugged. “It’s nice up here. Quiet. It helps to get away from the noise.” 

“Strange. I’d become convinced that you sometimes speak just to hear the sound of your own voice.” 

A set of dimples appeared on Theo’s cheeks. On anyone else, it might’ve been endearing. “Close. There’s also the added bonus of annoying you.” 

You didn’t try to stifle your laughter. “Yes, I suppose that sweetens the deal.” 

The two of you sat in silence, passing the joint every so often and quietly contemplating the stars. The absence of noise was jarring. You couldn’t remember the last time that you weren't surrounded by noise. Ravenclaws were a chatty bunch. Whether you were exchanging the newest piece of gossip or bragging about academic achievements, there was always this constant exchange of information. 

Your brain was hardwired to process input. Without it, you felt sort of like a toddler who had just gotten their comfort blanket ripped away from them. 

“Stop fidgeting, Y/N,” Theo commanded with his eyes closed. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.” 

You frowned, picking at your nails. “I don’t think it’s working. Either your drugs are rubbish or my neurosis is canceling it out.” 

He opened one eye lazily. His body language was languid, like he was floating through air. You envied him for it. “Just take a deep breath and empty your mind.” 

“I know that may be easy for someone whose thoughts are typically vacant, but I’m not wired that way. I can’t just turn off my thoughts.” 

Theo sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. He stared at you for a second before his eyes lit up with realization. “Of course. I’m so stupid.” 

“No argument there.” 

He rolled his eyes in response. “I’m trying to get you to relax the Theo way when we should be doing it the Y/N way.” 

“What does that even mean?” 

“Think of the one place in the castle where you feel most at peace.” 

You cocked your head, contemplating. The answer came to you in an instant. “Okay. I’ve got it. What now?” 

Theo rose to his feet and offered you his hand. “Lead the way, diavolina. Show me how the chronically neurotic unwinds.”

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[souryoong]

the hills | myg (18+)

Pairing: fwb!yoongi x reader

Genre: smut!!! (18+), some fluff at the end I think (lol)

Word Count: 2,838

Summary: inspired by the weeknd's song titled "the hills"

Warnings: mentions of infidelity/cheating, tongue kissing, making out, choking, kitchen sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, sloppy blowjob, spitting in mouth, oral sex (m. receiving), praise kink, some jealousy, protected sex, henced that reader is on birth control, multiple orgasms, clitoral stimulation, lots of whining, lots of swearing. good god lmk if i forgot anything.

Author’s Note: okay so ummmm this was originally supposed to be posted on my birthday (21 of march) and I absolutely do not know where on earth the time went. but i guess better late than never, right? I have been sucked into a vortex of listening to the weeknd nonstop again and this idea randomly came to me. no complaints! anyways, happy aries season, and this concludes our march madness celebration!!

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I only call you when it's half past five, the only time that i'll be by your side.

“Hey...” You spoke into the phone to your latest hookup, Min Yoongi.

You found yourself calling him now more than ever, since your boyfriend was away traveling for work often. You swore you were on the verge of breaking up with him, that you couldn’t do it anymore, and after all you still had needs. Yoongi on the other hand, was always right where you needed him. Always a phone call away.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Yoongi asked you in response.

“Nothing. Just kind of had a mediocre day at work.” You sat on the edge of your bed. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi was interested.

“Yeah and fucking your cock all day.”

You could tell that Yoongi was speechless.

“Fuck.” He huffed. “You can’t just say that to me. Your place or mine?”

“Yours.” You answered. You admittedly liked his apartment better; it always smelled good and had a better ambiance. His kitchen practically looked like a showroom; it was hard to believe that he did any cooking in it.

“It sounds like you’re in the car.”

“Yeah, I had some things to do. Now I can’t even fucking focus on driving.” Yoongi spoke, laughing as you could hear him turn on his turn signal. “What time are you coming?”

You looked at the clock on the nightstand in your bedroom. 5:30.

“Maybe like 8:30?” You asked to make sure he agreed.

“Yeah, that works.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I’m guessing that he’s out again?” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Yeah, god I’m so sick of it. How’d you know? “You sarcastically asked.

Yoongi laughed at your sarcasm. “Just a wild guess.”

—

You knocked on the door to Yoongi’s apartment upon your arrival. While waiting, you glanced at your phone for the time. 8:30. Right on time.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there was Yoongi, flashing you a smile. “Perfect timing.”

“Hey, am I ever late?” You joked as you stepped through the threshold and came inside, Yoongi closing the door behind you, his eyes on you the entire time as you walked over to his kitchen counter.

“Yeah I know, I’m joking.” Yoongi answered. “You look nice.” He stood behind you somewhat close, referring to the skirt and strappy top that you were wearing.

You smirked. “You always say that.”

“Yeah and I never said I didn’t mean it.” Yoongi’s fingers grazed your hips, practically sending electricity through your body.

Yoongi pulled you against him, the quick movement surprising you at first. You turned your head slightly, and he met you halfway with a kiss. He must have been drinking Pinot noir because you could taste it on his lips.

You moaned against his lips, giving him the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth and against yours as his hands roamed your body. Once you felt his fingers move over the back of one of your thighs, you let out a whine; and Yoongi lifted up your skirt.

“Fuck.” He broke away from the kiss immediately, his lips flushed and swollen. You leaned down onto the cold marble countertop as his eyes were on probably the skimpiest pair of underwear you owned; leaving little to be imagined.

“Yoongi.” You teased, grinding your ass against his now hardening cock in his pants. Just as you were about to get up, Yoongi’s hand held you down.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wore these just for me.” He teased, his fingers toying with the fabric.

You let out a moan when his fingers brushed against your still covered core; quickly moving to pull your panties to the side.

You couldn’t see, but Yoongi quickly swiped his fingertips against his tongue, and returned between your legs to rub slow circles over your folds.

You nearly cried out at the sudden contact, as Yoongi swore under his breath. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

You moaned when three of his fingers were inside of you, and he was starting to fuck into you.

“Fuck. Fuck me, Yoongi.” You whined, putting one of your knees onto the counter for leverage.

Your words encouraging him; he grunted, holding onto you with his free hand, and fucking you with the three fingers on his other hand.

“Shit, can you take 4?” Yoongi asked you, moving his hand along your back. Completely resting your upper body onto the cold countertop; you let out a sigh.

“Give it to me. Anything. All of it.”

You had no idea what had you feeling so desperate, and you whined when you felt the stretch of four of Yoongi’s fingers. The slight twinge of pain turned into pleasure.

“So good.” Yoongi spoke, his voice raspy. “Like your cunt was made for my fingers.”

You bit down on your lip as Yoongi’s fingers were pressing your walls hard, and this didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Don’t be quiet. Let me fucking hear you.”

He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, making you grab hold of his arm that was around you now.

“Fuck!” You cried out. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“So cum.” His voice was right in your ear now, a low vibration that went right to your core. “I can feel you clenching me. Make a mess out of my kitchen.”

Yoongi turned you slightly, pulling you into a kiss that was quite sloppy, then he was fucking into you with his fingers at a pace that had you feeling that you might pass out.

“Fuck, fuck.” You whined as he was now kissing your neck and shoulder area, nibbling at the skin every so often. “Don’t stop. Yoongi, fuck.”

Your legs were shaking, and you were clutching onto anything you could to try not to fall. Just as Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you and started rubbing your clit, your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.

Your legs tingled as your stomach tightened, and you leaned into Yoongi. Yoongi’s fingers were still on your clit when you felt wetness on your inner thighs.

“Fuck.” You panted as Yoongi pulled his fingers away, licking them clean.

“Baby, you just squirted on my kitchen floor.” Yoongi spoke, smirking. “Fucking hot, come here.” He grabbed your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss.

He pulled away, his hand moving down to your throat. You bit down onto your bottom lip, and Yoongi could tell that there was something on your mind before he kissed you again.

“What?” He questioned.

“Wanna suck your cock…” You finished the sentence with a smirk.

Yoongi was taken aback a little bit. “Woah—fuck. I don’t think you have to really ask.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, backing up against the granite countertop as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

You could tell how hard he was by the outline of his cock that was straining through his dark jeans.

You reached to unbutton his pants, then unzip them. Yoongi slightly pulled them down just as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his Black Balenciaga underwear and pulled them down just enough to reveal his rock hard cock.

You felt your mouth already filling with saliva, watching Yoongi grab his length and stroke it once; a bead of precum leaking from the tip.

His hand was quickly replaced with yours, and Yoongi let out a throaty groan at your touch. You leaned in, sliding his cock into your warm mouth, feeling him against your tongue.

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth, gripping onto the edge of the countertop behind him. “Fuck, you are so hot.”

You let out a moan, taking more of him in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Then you pulled away from him briefly, spitting on the tip of his cock then using it to stroke him a few times.

“God, I love how you taste.” You spoke, locking eye contact with him briefly.

“Yeah?” Yoongi was so sensitive that his knees buckled a little bit when you brushed your thumb over his tip.

You slightly hummed, taking him back into your mouth and into your throat so deep that he was panting now.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” One of Yoongi’s hands was under your chin. “On your knees for me.”

His words went right to your core, desperately shifting on the floor for some friction. Yoongi started to fuck into your mouth, his cock head hitting the back of your throat; making the most pornographic sound you ever heard. You finally gagged, and Yoongi pulled away, his length as well as your mouth covered with saliva.

You didn’t even realize your eyes were watering until Yoongi wiped your smudged mascara with his thumb. You sat up a little bit when he leaned down to kiss your sloppy mouth; his hand moving to your throat to make you look at him.

“Yoongi.” You sniffed because your nose was slightly running. “Fuck, I need your cock.”

“Yeah?” He kissed you again, and you hummed against his mouth. “Go to my room, get undressed, and wait five seconds for me, okay?”

You looked at him in confusion.

“I have to clean up a little bit.”

You shook your head, smirking as you stood up. Yoongi always had to be neat and tidy.

“Don’t be long, or I’ll start without you.” You joked, grabbing your purse on the way out of the room.

You walked out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom. Upon opening the door, the room was dimly lit from lamps, and he must have had a diffuser going that smelled like lavender and charcoal. You set your purse down on one of his nightstands, then quickly started getting undressed because Yoongi was going to be there any second.

Quickly stepping out of your skirt and kicking it aside, then taking off your shirt; leaving you naked except for your panties.

In perfect timing, the moment that you were about to get on his bed, Yoongi came into the room. His pants were still unbuttoned from earlier.

You sat on his bed In front of him as he walked over to you, undressing himself as he went.

Yoongi was in front of you wearing just his underwear. “Hey, I thought I said undress.” He was motioning to the fact that you still had underwear.

“I know. You came in too fast.” You answered, your hands roaming Yoongi’s upper body. “But you can take them off of me.”

Yoongi smirked at you, tilting your chin up. “Open your mouth.”

You obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out slightly; knowing what Yoongi was about to do.

He leaned in and let a glob of spit fall into your mouth; some onto your tongue. Immediately after, pulling you into a sloppy tongue kiss. You moaned into his mouth as he lowered you back onto the bed, his hands finding the hem of your panties; yanking them down slightly before breaking away from the kiss to completely take them off.

He pulled you to the edge of the bed, hovering over you again to kiss you. Yoongi then started kissing your neck and down to your collarbone, then down the valley of your breasts.

One of your hands moved to his hair, you couldn’t help but giggle slightly, and smirk because his hair was tickling you.

“Yoongi…” You bucked your hips up into his. You could feel how hard his cock was against you, and now you needed it more than ever.

“Hmm…” Yoongi hummed against your skin as he kissed around on your chest; nibbling at your skin gentle enough to not leave any marks.

“I need your cock.” You let out a high-pitched whine when you felt his warm mouth around your left nipple; sucking and biting every so often. Your grip on Yoongi’s hair tightened In frustration; making him moan.

You let go and Yoongi stood up off of you, stepping over to his nightstand. “One second.” He opened the drawer, picking up a box of condoms. He pulled out a foil packet and stepped back over to you as he opened it. “I know you say you’re consistent, but just to be sure.”

You sat up slightly as Yoongi took off his Balenciaga underwear. You’d be lying if you said his dick wasn’t big; it was huge. Bigger than you ever expected when you first started seeing him, especially because Yoongi had a very small frame otherwise.

You sucked in a breath, propping yourself up with your elbows slightly to watch him as he rolled the condom over his length. Yoongi had a decent girth, and was somewhat veiny; just like his hands.

“Okay.” Yoongi spoke, opening your legs slightly more than they were so he could get leverage.

You felt him press the tip of his cock against your opening, and you closed your eyes.

“No, no, no.” Yoongi suddenly spoke. “I want you to look at me.”

You whined, opening your eyes and looking at him, then watched as he pushed himself inside of you. Your eyebrows furrowed, it always slightly hurt for a few seconds before Yoongi gave you time to adjust. He patiently watched your facial expressions for the queue on when to continue.

“Fuck.” He panted when he finally bottomed out inside of you. “Take my cock so fucking good.”

You smirked at his praise, reaching to rub your clit as he fucked into you.

“You’re fucking smiling.” His thrusts got harder and he tightened his grip on your legs. “Turns me on.”

“Fuck. Don’t stop.” You whined, eyebrows furrowing as you felt him bump your g spot.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” He shifted positions so that now he was hovering over you, now hitting deeper.

“God, you’re so deep.” You whined as you could feel tears brimming in your eyes. Yoongi loved hearing you, never getting sick of it.

“You can take it.” Yoongi grunted as you clutched onto his arms.

The way that Yoongi was hitting every right place had you trying to keep yourself together, fighting an orgasm to make everything last a little longer.

“You got quiet.” Yoongi was breathing heavy, his face mere inches from yours and you could hear the wet noises coming from your cunt.

“Fuck. I’m so close.” You swore. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah, tell me.” His voice was low and raspy before his lips crashed with yours, the kiss sloppy. You could barely kiss him back, everything too much.

“Fuck. Yoongi I—“ You barely even got to finish your sentence before your orgasm crashed into you unexpectedly.

“Fuck. You got tight.” Yoongi swore, your body shaking beneath him as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

You whined when you felt his fingers on your clit. “You can give me one more.”

You looked up at him over you, both of you sweaty. You watched him. The way his eyebrows furrowed, his throaty grunts and moans, the way he knew exactly how to please you, the way every kiss knocked the wind out of you.

Yoongi now switched your position, now you were flipped over onto your hands and knees. Your face against his sheets; you were too fucked out to care. His cock was back inside of you like it never left.

“God, you are so fucking good.” Yoongi swore, one of his hands smacking your ass hard; making you jump slightly. “I wish I could cum in you. Fuck.”

“So do it.” You didn’t even realize what you were saying.

Yoongi scoffed. “You know I can’t.” He gripped your hips with both of his hands, pulling you back into him. “God, I envy that man.” He was referring to your boyfriend.

“Fuck. Him.” you muttered, hands gripping onto the bed sheets. “Oh god, Yoongi.”

Your walls were clenching him again, and Yoongi’s thrusts were becoming erratic like he was close as well.

“The way you say my name.” He moaned, sending a chill through your body.

“Yoongi.” Your voice was whiny this time. Your second orgasm hit you seconds later, your legs threatening to give out beneath you. Yoongi’s thrusts didn’t change much, only slowing a little bit because of the overstimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Yoongi swore before finally stopping, spilling his own release into the condom. Both of you exhausted, sweaty, and panting for breath.

“Fuck.” You swallowed thickly, turning over when Yoongi pulled out of you.

“Come here.” Yoongi turned your face towards him, kissing you.

You suddenly heard your phone on the nightstand. Your boyfriend’s text tone. Yoongi must have noticed your facial expression change, because now he looked concerned.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No. No.” You sighed. “That text, it’s him. God, I so bad want to –"

“So do it. Dump his ass.” Yoongi cut you off. “Stay here with me. You can take a shower if you want, borrow my sweats. Just stay.”

Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes.

Who are you to judge? Who are you to judge?

Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies.

Only you to trust, only you.

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[avalil18]

(Series)Meeting The Parents

Summary:you met joes parents for the first time and they absolutely adore you

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Y/n pov

It’s game day here at OSU and I’m so excited! Joe is finally playing! I also get to meet Robin and Jimmy, joes parents. I’m honestly quite nervous but I know they are loving people and amazing parents!

I’m wearing black jean shorts that aren’t to short and an OSU cropped long sleeve shirt with converse. My hair is down and curled at the ends and I put the front pieces up into clips. As I was walking into the stadium I see Robin and Jimmy. They quickly noticed me and walked over with some cousins and joes brothers.

“Y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”-Robin says as she is hugging you

“Hi! I’m so excited to finally meet you too!”-you say hugging back

I moved away from Robin to give jimmy a quick hug

“Hi y/n! I’m Jimmy and it’s great to finally meet you!”-jimmy

“Aww! Thank you! Ive heard so many great things about you guys! Joe always talks so highly about you guys!”-you say pulling out of the hug

“Aww that’s so sweet! Joe always talks about you! I’ve never seen him so happy! Thank you for taking care of him!”-Robin

“Of course!”-you

I smiled and hugged the rest of the family and made small talk until Robin came up to me as we walked to our seats.

“So,where are you from y/n?”-robin

“Im from Northgate,Ohio! Just out of Cincinnati!”-you

“Omg! Such a cute town!”-robin

“Yeah! It’s great!”-you

“And how’s your family? Any siblings?”-robin

“They are good! I’m very close with my family! I have a twin brother and an older sister.I’m very close with them!”-you

“Awww! That must be so nice! As you know Joe has older brothers so he was really the only child in the house growing up!”-robin

“Yeah! He told me that they graduated high school when he was born!”-you

“Yep! But he is still very close with his brothers which I love!”-robin

“That’s so sweet!”-you

Robin and I talked for a bit more and we kept laughing as she told me stories about Joe when he was a kid.

“So y/n, do you work?”-daniel (joes brother)

“I do! I work in marketing for a company called Kroger!”-you

“Oh wow! Thats amazing!”-daniel

“Thank you! It’s a lot of fun!”-you

After talking with joes brothers for a bit the game finally started. All of us were cheering and stressing. As fourth quarter hit and the clock was 0:20 we knew we were going to win, and we did! I was so proud of Joe!

After the game ended we all walked down into the family area where the families wait for the players to come out. After a couple minute wait Joe finally came out. I let joes family greet him and congratulate him before I ran up to hug him.

“Hey there winner!”-you

“Hi babe!”-joe said hugging me

“I am so proud of you! You did amazing out there Joey!”-you

“Thanks! And thank you for coming out to support and meet the fam! I hope they weren’t a lot.”-joe

“Of course! And are you kidding? They are amazing and I love your family!”-you

“Haha,good!”-joe

Robin came up to us and said

“She’s a keeper Joey!”-Robin

Then Jimmy and everyone else joined in

“Yeah! She’s amazing!”-everyone

I gave a big smile! I am so happy they love me!

“Oh trust me, I know!”-joe

I gave Joe a big smile and kissed him on the cheek before giving him a hug.

“I got to go because my friend is taking me back, but it was so lovely meeting all of you!”-you say hugging everyone

“Awww y/n! I was so lovely meeting you and I hope to see you soon!”-robin

I hugged her and gave Joe one last hug and kiss then took off.

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Joes pov (after the game)

“Omg Joey I love her!”-robin

“Same!”- Daniel and Jimmy

“Good, because she’s the one.”-joe

Robin looked up at him

“Really! Omg Joe! Do you love her?”-robin

“Haha,yeah! I really do love her, mom! She helped me get rid of all my anxiety during the game. She said something to me this morning when I was getting nervous and I kept repeating in my head what she said during the game and it helped me so much. She makes me happy, like really happy! She just gets me and understands me.”-joe

“Awww! I’m so happy for you! I can see the way she looks at you and the way you look at her! That’s true love,Joey!”-robin

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Authors note: um hello aren’t they the cutest couple ever!!! Anyway hoped you enjoyed!🫶

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Hi! This is my first time requesting so sorry if I do it wrong but!! I was wondering if you could write something where you’re at work and end up having to wear a coworkers jacket or something because it’s cold, or you spill a drink etc. And after you go to see Matt and he can smell that it’s someone else’s jacket and gets jealous. (Can smell their scent plus any perfume or cologne they wear) It can be kept as fluff or lead to him doing more to show that yours his and his only 🤭

Idk I feel like he would be the type to be jealous over that stuff, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

hii! don’t worry, you did it perfectly! I love this. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

that’s not my cologne (matt murdock x fem reader)

wc || ~ 0.5k

warnings || none (?) jealousy, but it’s all hidden in playfulness and jokes, so there’s no angst. there is implied smut at the end though, but no details

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The clock had struck five, immediately logging off your computer and darting out of your office block, too excited to see Matt. 

“Oh, Dan!” You shout out to your colleague down the hall. “Your jacket. Thank you again.” Smiling friendly as you shrugged off his cardigan to pass it to him.

“No problem, love. I’ve always got a spare one for you.“ He grins, slinging it over his crossbody bag. “Boss man wants me to photocopy these.” Making a laborious groan. “I’ll see you Monday?”

“Absolutely, have a good weekend. Thank you again.” 

“Any time, have a good one.”

//

You had finally made it to Matt’s apartment building, bustling though the door to rush up the steps, looking forward to seeing him. Knocking on his door a couple of times, waiting impatiently to be let in. 

“Hi.” You say cutely. 

“Hi.” He grins, matching your excitement.

“I’ve missed you.” Greedily kissing his face.

He parts from you and his face turns deadpan. “What’s that smell?”

“What smell?”

“You smell like a man.”

“Excuse me?” You laugh. “A man? You telling me I stink?” Snickering as you walked into his apartment. 

His head tilts to the side, unamused. “The cologne… that’s not mine.”

“Ohh.” Finally realising what he was talking about. “I borrowed a friend's jacket today.” 

“Why?”

“Uh… because it was cold.” You say slowly, chuckling.

“Why?”

“The AC switch broke, so it was freezing all day. You jealous?” You lightly joke. “Oh Matt, you are.” You tease as you lovingly prod his arm.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Nope.”

Noticing an uneasy emotion on his face, you decide to reassure him rather than tease him any further. “He’s gay, and he’s married, Matt. Dan let me borrow his cardigan because he always has a spare.” You sweetly say.

Just like that, his shoulders loosen like the words you just said melted the tension in them. Was he really jealous?

“You need to shower.” A faint smirk looms behind his deadpan face.

“A shower? You’re not being serious.” You tease.

“Uh yeah, I am. I can’t speak to you when you smell of another man. Shower.” Pointing to the bathroom.

“Oh my goodness, you are.” You snicker.

“I can’t hear you right now. That heinous smell is blocking my ears.” A grin slowly spreading across his lips.

“You are ridiculous.” You laugh, genuinely amused.

“I don’t care, get in there.” Fighting off a smile.

“Only if you join me.” You flirt.

“No.”

“Are you being serious?”

“No.” Breaking his facade to chuckle. 

“Yeah that’s what I thought, come on.” You tease, gently gripping his tie to lead him into the bathroom. “Can’t believe you were jealous… you know I’m all yours right?” You whisper, undressing in front of him. “Show me what you do with things that are yours.” 

“Oh, I will.” Dragging you into the shower with him. “I will.”

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[stopthatnel]

cherries (part two)

cw: dubcon, rough play, dirty talk, oral (female receiving).

sn: i know some of the things said in this are just... well... brb imagining a part three. as usual, minors do not fucking interact.

i wrote this while listening to sleep token's, sugar. think hozier but metal and also with extra magical abilities to immediately make you go feral. also happy new year! 🩷

s: nanami was chivirlous enough to get you there, but who was going to make sure you kept coming back? wc: 2.5k

i haven’t been able to meet his gaze since that night. in my mind, there was always something else to do, far away from him and his knowing eyes. i’m sure he’s confused, from being in each others business everyday to suddenly barely speaking unless absolutely necessary. but it’s not that i don’t want to talk to him, but how can i look him in the eye and hold a conversation when all i can think about is how he defied all my expectations? nanami had me in the palm of his hand, and i’m positive he knows that.

“are you avoiding me?” he asks me. i jump, startled by his sudden presence. i swivel my chair back to face him, briefly meeting his stare before turning back to my desk.

“no nanami. i am not avoiding you.” i lied between my teeth. the office i sat in immediately became much more interesting than any words i could’ve strung together. i never noticed that the clock was crooked. i’ll have to make sure i fix it before i leave. “liar.” he checks me.

i sigh.

“was it something i did?”

of course not. i struggled with my mind for the words to tell him that it was me, but everything sounded so damn cliche. in all honesty, it was me. i’m avoiding him because of how vulnerable i felt. i felt the man reach into my body and touch my soul in a way i’ve never experienced before, it scared me.

“no.” i reply curtly. i shuffle through the papers on my desk, putting them into piles and straightening them out. “is that all?” i ached for him to leave, to give me some more time to process my fears, to understand them in just the slightest. but he doesn’t.

nanami closes my office door and a quick click bounced off the silence. “what are you doing?” i ask, turning my chair to face him, watching cautiously as he comes back to my desk. he pulls along a chair and sits in front of me, wordlessly.

“i said, what are you doing?”

i wasn’t sure what was driving me the crazier, the obnoxious ticking from that damn clock, or how his brown eyes stared down at me in contemplation. through them, i felt myself become weak. time slowed down my ability to think, to breathe. i was drowning in caution and anticipation, too aware for my own good.

i’m sure i know what he’s thinking, i’m being weird, putting a boundary between our friendship because we hooked up.

i am.

but it didn't feel like just a hookup. he told me to feel, and god did that feel like something more. it felt like years worth of passion, like all my doubts were something he could pick up with one finger and discard with ease. did he mean to do that? to make me feel like that? to throw me out of whack whenever he was remotely visible to me?

“this is a twisted game you’re playing with me, (y/n).” there was a strain in his voice that you could easily miss, like he wasn’t saying what was truly on his mind. “but i’ve known you long enough to guess that part of you enjoys this game.” my eyebrows perk up at his words, the trance i was in suddenly shattering like a mirror.

“what the fuck does that even mean?” i spit, a bit harsher than i intended. he tilts his head to the side, pushing his glasses on top of his hair. his eyes narrow at me, a hint of surprise dancing behind them. his movements are quick, pulling my chair from underneath and dragging me toward him. as much as i hated to admit it, i squeaked when i felt his knees hit the edge of my chair. my knees were on either side of his, i was almost embarrassed.

“you want to complicate this. you want to ruin this before it ruins you. but i won’t let you do that, not to me.”

not to him? “i don’t do that.” solely because in the past, there was nothing to complicate in the first place. in the present however, my best friend is adamant i give in to something that's new to me. “you do baby, and it's okay. but not when it’s me, not when i’ve developed a taste for you. i can’t let you take that away from me.” it’s not until i'm walking home do i realize that i’ve figured it out. it’s his words that put me in those trances.

i’m staring at his text as i open the door to my apartment. i’m staring at his text as i take off my shoes. my keys never made it to its post because i couldn’t take my eyes off his text.

N: let’s talk it out. i already let myself in.

i’m not sure what feelings swirled around in my gut but they were heavy. they were heavy enough to keep my feet planted on the ground, staring at nanami who’d made himself comfortable on my couch. “what is there to talk about?” i manage, forgoing my hello’s. nanami turns his head to face me, a gentle smile resting on his lips. “welcome home, come sit next to me.”

i don’t find it in me to move from my spot, wanting answers.

“what do you mean by ‘taking’ whatever ‘this’ is away from you? what even is ‘this’?” my questions come out quicker than i thought it would, and nanami throws my first question back in my face. “i thought you said there was nothing to talk about?” i sigh, growing exhausted. my feet drag me over to the couch, instinctively plopping down next to him.

maybe he was right, i was complicating things too much. we both had fun, we both enjoyed it, so why ignore it? in fact, maybe i shouldn’t be pushing this away at all, he was the only one that took his time, didn’t get frustrated with me, didn’t get too excited, talked me through it. and it seemed like he enjoyed it too, not just the sex but fulfilling me. it’s the ‘what if’ that’s holding me back, but i could hear him out.

“talk to me.” i say, ready for whatever he was about to throw at me.

“‘this’ is us. you’re pulling away from me. we have never been like that, why start now?” nanami’s words are fluid, as he speaks, his hands reaching over to pull my jacket down my shoulders. i allow myself to join his lucidity, pulling my arms out of the fabric and laying it over the arm rest. he keeps his hands on me, placing them on my knees and rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “we go together, that night was just the cherry on top. you think it’s too much? we won’t put a name on it. you think it’ll disappear? i won't let go. but if you don’t want this, i’ll back away. you just need to tell me.”

my silence was deafening as i watched the way his hands trailed up to the hem of my skirt, his fingers dancing underneath the fabric. my breathing was shallow against his touch, his fingers almost too hot to bear on my skin. they were options, each one addressing a different ‘what if’ inside my head and the only one i disagreed with was him backing away. all i had to do was tell him.

i don’t want to tell him to back away, i want this. i know i do. i know it in the way i allow him to reach farther up into my skirt, pulling my thighs apart and kneading the supple flesh between his palms. i was back in the palm of his hand except this time, i knew what to expect. there wouldn’t be any coaxing necessary, any dubious thoughts behind whether or not he was truly a man of his word could be thrown away along with the rest of them; because this time, i knew for sure.

and he knew as well. bringing himself to his knees on the very ground beneath me like he was a sinner and i was his god. it would be a greater sin to turn away his worship, his lips pressed against the top of my thighs, without any rhyme or reason. his fingers laced themselves underneath my underwear, playing tug of war with my conscience and will. for a moment, he paused to look up at me, no doubt a light bulb going off in his head.

“do you want me to take it?” he asks. i struggled with the words in my mind, let alone in my mouth but the way heat rushed through my body said more than i needed to know. i couldn’t make a sound, allowing myself to answer him with a simple nod of my head. his gentle touch turned rough, pulling me to the edge of the cushion and pushing my body down onto the couch. “you want me to take it because you don’t want to burden the responsibility of how this ends. but i need you,” he grunts, popping the buttons off my blouse and taking my still clad breast into his hand. “to understand that as long as it’s within my power, you are not going anywhere.” his free hand grabs my chin and forces our eyes to meet, a grin eating away at his lips. “if this will help me get to where i want us to be,”

he delivers a harsh squeeze to my bosom, “then i will take, and take, and take until you realize you can do nothing else but give.” a sigh falls from my lips when he presses against my clit through my panties, closing my eyes as flashbacks of him taking, ripping waves of pleasure through my body. he was right, if he needed me as bad as he says he’s going to have to pry the uncertainty out of my body, which clearly proves to be no issue to him.

“at the end of the day, princess, you’re going to live with the way i’ll make you crave me. i’ll make sure that every time you reach into the back of your underwear drawer you hesitate. you’ll reach for your phone and call me, and each time you call i’ll be at your heels, i’ll be in between your thighs making mess out of this pussy.” his words went to my core, heat rushed to my face when he pulls my panties down, seeing the mess he made. “but it seems like you have no problem doing that already. you want this as much as i do, and i’ll get those exact words out of you, in that order.”

i stifle a whimper when he dips his head down between my legs, kissing my lips and digging his tongue between them. i couldn’t bring myself to look at him still, but faulted back to his words last time.

“i don’t want you to focus on looking, i need you to focus on feeling.”

so i let myself feel again, i let him make his assaults on my cunt, twitching and grinding into him, giving him my body even though i was desperate for him to take. he held me down against the plush fabric underneath me, claiming his power over me. i didn’t want to argue anymore. i wanted him to give me every reason to shut up and the cries i was stifling only had one solution, his hand. i take his wrist between my fingers, dragging it up to my mouth and then i look down.

he was so beautiful, amber eyes almost on fire, brows pursed together as he peers at me from under them. i didn’t have to see his lips to guess that they were coated in my slick, plump and pink as always. and even though his hand sat loosely on my mouth, i pressed up against it as i cried, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my veins in a way i couldn’t imagine without him present.

he pulls me from my bliss, wedging himself between my thighs and i can’t get enough of his cock; how it feels inside me, on me, rubbing between my folds and pressing onto my clit. the sounds of his breathy moans only heightened my sensitivity to everything around me, i didn’t have to move a muscle to please him the way he pleased me. it felt so gratifying, feeling like all i needed to bring to the table was plain and simple, myself. for a moment, his passion and determination was clear to me; watching the way he threw his head back as he bottomed out in my cunt, it all was so clear. he wasn’t going to let up, and i had no intention of allowing him to.

“k-kento,” i sound pathetic, whimpering his name and digging my nails into his hips. “harder.” my request seemed to light a new fire in him, and he’s smirking to himself. “yeah?” slowly, i begin to lose my grip. he’s hissing between his teeth as he grabs onto my waist, holding me still against his thrusts. as enveloped in pleasure as i was, i can’t help but watch him; from the rise and fall of his chest, the way his shoulders shudder when he goes in deep enough to have me clenching around him, and more importantly, the way his tongue runs over his lips, probably still tasting my climax from earlier.

“kiss me kento.” and he complies, moving his hands underneath me and pulling me up, enveloping my lips with his. he sucks and nibbles at my bottom lip and when our tongues finally introduce themselves to each other, i can’t help but to moan into his mouth. he rests his forehead against mine briefly, as if to catch his breath and he’s back to exploring my mouth again. i was coming quicker than i could have realized it, my jaw going slack and my eyes squeezing shut.

he hugged me as i came, stilling himself in me and holding me close to his chest. for once, this didn’t feel claustrophobic. it was like the world had suddenly stilled and all i could hear was his heart thumping against his chest. in that moment, i couldn’t be bothered with how tightly i held him. he was an anchor and i was a balloon too ambitious for my own good. i could’ve given him anything he asked for and as the ringing subsided in my ears, he only asked for one thing.

“let me take care of you.”

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#jjk smut #jjk x you #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x you #kento smut #nanami kento #jjk kento #kento x reader

[swallowtailed]

palisade 44

it’s so fun to watch the finale get built out. we’re back to the mirage!!!!! we’re in it!!!!!!!!!!!

solid arc to this episode. lots to chew on.

really liked the final beat of righteousness and mourning’s conversation—paraphrasing, but, “you came to me because you knew i’d agree.” “perhaps i did.” “i’ll back it if you give me command.” “done.” “done.” it’s especially good in the context of those same two people later being so reluctant to trust gucci to use clem. something about… being willing to make deals yourself that you think are too risky for others. individuals playing private power games in service of utopia.

keith raised a great point re what the principality even means to the bilats inside the mirage. the thing i’ve been turning over since last week is what this is like for members of the cause who just got slurped into the mirage. like, when you get to see the utopia (“utopia”) you’ve been protecting sight unseen for a year, and now you have the choice between living there for the rest of your life or spending years leaving, what… do you do? how do you value the fight outside? how do you value the chance to stay when you were never supposed to get to see the mirage in the first place? fuck.

hey speaking of mirage folks HOW ABOUT DRE’S NEW PC

levitation “levi” cascabel-gardner. wow i love this kid. i can’t wait for him and cori to meet. (like, has he heard of cori?? does he just know of the devotees as that weird religious cult??)

he is absolutely extremely mirage

there is a certain kind of suspension of disbelief required when a new character is joining the party and it just doesn’t play that well when taken seriously. with that said, clem was always gonna be a tough sell. like, a really tough sell.

i am not really interested in clem coming back in, tbh. we know her problems pretty well by now—doesn’t feel like there’s much more to say. she’s been defeated several times over. beat her to death with hammers already.

what does intrigue me is the blue channel interpersonal drama aspect. the reflexive kesh noble infighting is excellent, as is clem and gucci having weird tension and brnine finding out about the deal and getting upset. also very much looking forward to whatever conflict cori and clem are gonna have.

and also the drama in the way of… sometimes clementine kesh survives and your friends don’t, and you have to deal with that. grief has become really essential to this season.

so we’ll see, i guess! i feel like i say that a lot in these posts. but actual play is such a fluid way to build a narrative. hard to say what’s gonna be interesting in another two episodes.

other things i enjoyed in this episode: mustard red sidebar, brnine and gucci’s texts, levi’s feather covered poncho, jesset immediately vibing with levi, mourning’s comprehensive gossip intel, “a broken clock kills the right person twice a day”

kept hearing “mourning” and thinking “morning’s”. miss that guy

#hello world #fatt #palisade #fatt lb #palisade spoilers

[roseclaw]

WIP WEDNESDAY MDZS BB edition

Another @mdzsbigbang Nie Bro phone call!

“Is something wrong?” Nie Mingjue asked anxiously. “These calculations make no sense,” Nie Huaisang said. “…How drunk are you?” “I will never be drunk enough for this,” Nie Huaisang muttered. “But these don’t make sense.” “How?” “Do you really want to hear me go on about it?” Nie Huaisang asked grumpily. “No,” Nie Mingjue said. “I don’t. I want to know if you can fix it.” That’s what Nie Huaisang thought. He continued to frown down at the numbers and the omens. His brother was right, things were becoming more exponential, and if Nie Huaisang extrapolated from there. “There are less than two weeks before the Hellmouth opens and brings about the end of the world,” Nie Huaisang said, hating every word that came out of his mouth. “A bit more than ten days to prevent everything.” “Fuck me.” Nie Mingjue whispered. Louder, he said, “I want you to calculate everything again when you’re sober.” “I don’t need to be sober for this. I don’t want to be sober for this.” He glowered at the papers, especially the star charts. “But you’re sure?” “Da-ge, how can I not be sure?” Nie Huaisang whimpered. Nie Mingjue sighed. “I want you to meet with Lan Qiren tomorrow. No more running away to get drunk.” Nie Huaisang sat down in the chair heavily. “I didn’t ask for this.” “No one ever asks for it,” Nie Mingjue told him gently. “I don’t want it.” “Neither does the Slayer, and this is ultimately her responsibility,” Nie Mingjue said. “How is this the responsibility of one person?” Nie Huaisang demanded. “This should be something for heads of state and – and people like that. They ask for that responsibility, not sweet girls like Yanli.” “We both know how unfair the world can be,” Nie Mingjue reminded him. Nie Huaisang scoffed. “I hate this. How can one girl prevent this?” “She’ll have backup,” Nie Mingjue said. “You? You’re going to—Da-ge, you can’t!” “I’ve done it before.” “You’ve fucking what? How did I not know this?” “It’s part of the gig,” Nie Mingjue said plainly. “It’s part of being a journalist?!” “What—no! It’s part of being part of the Watcher’s Council.” “Fuck them, spying on me from the UK, making you risk your life for the apocalypse. How many apocalypses have you prevented?” “Don’t know,” Nie Mingjue said. “At least three.” “…What? How often does someone want to end the world?” “A lot. It’s a fairly standard power grab.” Nie Huaisang had absolutely no idea what to say to that. He didn’t like any of this, and he had mad that inescapably clear. “How am I supposed to sleep now?” he grumbled. “Go find your Supermodel Cheekbones,” Nie Mingjue suggested. Nie Huaisang sighed loudly. “I’m too drunk.” “Text him. Booty call.” “Did you just - Did you say…?” Nie Huaisang burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. “Isn’t that the equivalent of inviting him over? Didn’t you say I shouldn’t do that?” He glanced at the clock, trying to control his giggles. It was nearly one in the morning. During the normal workweek. He wasn’t going to text Jiang Wanyin. Wait. Did he even have Jiang Wanyin’s phone number? He didn’t think so… Ugh. So a booty call wasn’t even an option. Even if it wasn’t the middle of the week. Wait. No. Was it a Friday night? He didn’t even know how time worked anymore. He must be too drunk for that. “Meet with Qiren tomorrow,” Nie Mingjue said. “And drink some water.” “I’m drinking water,” Nie Huaisang mumbled, staring at the glass sitting on the table next to the star charts. “Fucking stars.” “See what the stars say about you and Cheekbones,” Nie Mingjue said. “And actually drink the water. Don’t pout at it.” Nie Huaisang sighed. “Fine.”

#nie huaisang #nie mingjue #sangcheng #wip wednesday

[storiesbyrhi]

Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 14: Nineteen

Eddie Munson x Chubby!Reader 4484 words Series Masterlist

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; porn magazines; smut; reference to suicide (specifically Virginia Woolf’s); no beta; grief/mourning; verbal fighting; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: Happy birthday, angel.

The trailer was cold, but the cinnamon eggnog was absolutely doing the trick. Your birthday had begun not with a sleep in, but with a puppy dog boyfriend nuzzling into your back as you tried for one anyway.

“Eddie,” you groaned. “Stop,”

“It’s your birthday,” he whispered, like his cold nose wasn’t an alarm clock.

You grumbled and ignored him, let him try to coax you awake with sweet kisses. Eventually, it took the promise of eggnog to pull you from bed and out into the living room. Eddie excitedly sat you down on the couch, a pile of gifts sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

“Don’t open them yet,” he said as he went to make breakfast. Coffee and toast. Eggnog and Eggos.

You had the trailer to yourselves; Wayne swapped a couple of shifts over the week so he could take you and Eddie out to a special birthday slash ‘congrats on making it through the year alive’ dinner. Shift work was brutal, but he did what he had to.

“Alright, sweet angel, love of my life, a beacon of beauty,” Eddie announced, taking the empty plates back to the kitchen. He came to sit on the floor between you and the coffee table. “Nineteen,”

“Nineteen,” you echoed.

“Big year,” he sing-songed. You just nodded and shrugged a little. “I’m proud of you,”

“Stop,”

“Nope.” He sat up on his knees and rested his arms across your legs. “Gonna get a little mushy here. You know I like to make you squirm.” Eddie paused to flutter his eyelashes and make you blush. “So, uh, there’s a million fucking things I could say,” he started, hands moving a little. “But then we’d be here all day and I have plans,” and he pointed up at you, “for you, angel. So, I’ve shortlisted it down to two things…” Eddie suddenly stood, spreading his arms out. You knew he was about to use his drama club voice. “Two special birthday declarations, if you will,” he said.

“You’re making me nervous,” you whispered, pulling your legs up, thighs to your chest, and arms around yourself.

Eddie smiled softly. “Trust me. Firstly, change is good.”

Change is good?

“Ahh… okay?” you said.

Eddie smirked, then nodded. “Before you, before me and you, my whole… schtick… was that I shouldn’t have to change to fit into the world. Told everyone, you know? Like, don’t change for the man. Don’t change for teachers and bosses and whatever… But, I am willing to concede that I was wrong. Change is good.”

The special sarcastic emphasis whenever Eddie used the word ‘teachers’ still amused you.Teee-chuuuurs.

“But I’ve watched you change, and not to fit into the world better or ‘cause anyone told you to do it, but ‘cause you wanted to. Your change is… growth. Yeah. You’ve grown so much and it’s been fucking cool to watch. And, I think, it’s made me change too. Hopefully, it’s growth… But, yeah, that’s birthday declaration number uno. Change is good, and when more change happens, that’s gonna be good too.”

You had that glassy-eyed expression that meant a million and one thoughts were fighting for screentime in your brain. Eddie didn’t need you to respond though, so he continued.

 “And second… It’s not like you’ve gotta love yourself tobeloved… That’s a pretty messed up idea, really. But, there’s a whole lotta something in letting yourselfbeloved. And, I didn’t get that for a long time. Kinda made it hard for people to love me my whole life, you know? Then you gave me a big ol’ spoonful of my own medicine and… yeah… I got it. I saw that you, like, didn’t fucking know how to be loved. Didn’t matter how unambiguous I was about it…”

Eddie stopped talking and his expression went blank. You watched him stare into space for a few seconds before shaking his head and hands.

“Fuck, doesn’t matter,” he mumbled. “Okay, so there’s three birthday declarations, because this one is really two things. There’s: thank you for showing me it’s, like, okay to accept… love…” The more emotional Eddie got the less momentum his speech had. “And, uh, I’ve seen… how hard it’s been for you to trust me and let me…” He gestured around vaguely. “You know, yeah, love you… So, thank you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I… I kind of just really love loving you?”

You hadn’t realised you were crying, you'd been so focused on Eddie. He knelt in front of you, gently moving your legs from being pulled up, to resting on either side of him as he leaned into the couch, into your lap. Softly, Eddie reached up and held your face, wiping the tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

“I love you so much that it feels like it hurts my bones sometimes. I need you to know that,” he whispered. He was begging.

You nodded and parted your lips ready to speak, but your throat had gone dry.

“Yeah? ‘Kay?” Eddie prompted.

Again, all you could offer was a nod.

Eddie’s big brown Bambi eyes searched yours for the level of understanding and faith he needed. He wanted to know that you trusted him and loved him like he loved you. That you trusted his love to be unconditional. That you had forgiven him for being brash and reckless with your feelings, even if those moments were so rare.

After a few moments, you tried for words again. “It’s in my bones too,” you whispered.

Eddie breathed out through his nose then leaned up and kissed you hard. “I love you,” he said with his forehead pressed to yours.

Sniffling, you replied, “I love you too,”

“I’m sorry I made you cry… on your birthday,”

“S’okay… It’s good crying,”

“Can I give you your presents now?”

You laughed, nodding. Eddie smiled and pressed kisses all over your face, making exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounds with each and every kiss.

“Alright, so how we doing this? Small to big? Big to small? Stupidest first? Thing that induced the most fuckin’ stress last?” he asked.

“Uhhh… what about randomly? I’ll juuuust… point,” you suggested, extending your index finger toward a small rectangular gift.

“Cuteandchaotic,” Eddie said.

In unison then, you both exclaimed, “Just like you,”

Eddie barked out laughter and shined that manic grin that made you think of raccoons sneaking food from pet bowls left on back porches.

“Loved that,” he chirped, handing you the gift.

It was a book, published the year before, that you had read the first chapter of standing in a book store. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood had come to your attention when you heard two of the English teachers at school arguing about it. Apparently, it simply was not appropriate for students to be reading, not even the most mature of the Seniors. Eddie watched you smile as you unwrapped it.

“I remember you telling me about the school blacklistin’ it. Figured any banned book was probably worth the investment,” he explained.

Next, from the pile, you pointed to a larger but similarly shaped gift. Unsurprisingly, it was another book, however it was non-fiction and one that would have been in the course syllabus had you accepted the offer to The University of Chicago. If it was suspicious that Eddie knew about the dense, academic book, you didn’t realise that at the time.

Upon your next choice, Eddie licked his lips and you couldn’t tell if he was nervous or excited. “Um, okay, this one is… It’s a fucking risk. If you’re not… into it, that’s totally fine. Say the world, it’s gone. We can swap it for something else or just never talk about it again… Whatever.”

The paper was off by the time Eddie had finished his disclaimer.

Oh.

Cutesy letters. Lilac lace and fluffy faux fur. Cuffs, collar, and tail. It was the kitten playset that had captured your attention in the adult store. Yours, though, was customised. The colours were your favourite and the collar’s heart-shaped tag read ‘angel.’

“Put me out of my misery here,” Eddie mumbled.

When you looked up at him, the expression on your face must have said more than you thought. He smiled and nodded once.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. As you lifted the kitten ears up and placed the band snugly on top of your head, you saw the attention it commended from Eddie.

“Reeeealll cute.”

It was your turn to ask, “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh… Fuck. Yep. That’s… that’s doing it for me. Here. Lemme go hide them in case Wayne comes home early and I gotta explain that.”

Giggling, you let Eddie take the set from you, pouting when he took the headband too.

“Oh, believe me, this hurts me as much as it hurts you,” he joked.

Another book – The Vampire Lestat. “You liked Interview with the Vampire, right?” Eddie checked, but he knew you did.

There were two gifts left on the table. One was a tiny sphere shape, awkwardly wrapped. The other was another book-shaped object.

Pointing at the small sphere, Eddie nodded, happy with the order of the final two gifts. The sphere was a plastic container that arcade games spat out. Usually, they held plastic rings or miniature figurines of cartoon characters. Not this one. It had one piece of paper inside, folded in half twice.

A messy love heart was drawn, an arrow struck in one side piercing the other. It had a kind of punk energy to it. Inside was written one word, 'angel.' It wasn’t Eddie’s handwriting, nor the type of hearts he scribbled in cards.

You looked up at Eddie and tilted your head with confusion. That’s when he pulled his shirt up over his head and held his arm out to you. On his right arm, above the bats, sat a very fresh tattoo. Eddie had the heart and 'angel' inked to his skin.

“Got it yesterday.”

You didn’t know what to say. It was so… Permanent. Public. Loud and tangible proof of shameless love.

“Eddie…”

“Wayne already told me I’m an idiot so-”

“No! No, that’s not… I wasn’t gonna say that… It’s… You love me,”

“Head over heels.”

You reached out to touch but stopped yourself, knowing the skin was raw. “I love it,” you told him. “I want a matching one.”

Eddie chuckled. “Absolutely not,”

“Wha-”

But before you could respond, he’d picked up the final gift and handed it to you. “The chaos worked. This is the special one.”

There was some kind of veneration in the act of wrapping the gift. The folds were crisper. The tape stuck on cleanly, running parallel to the side of the rectangle. In return, you unwrapped it carefully and gently.

Inside the wrapping was a box; you took the lid off and moved aside the tissue paper to find a thin, handmade book. The cover felt almost like leather but not quite, perhaps vinyl. The pages had been stitched to the spine. It was imperfect and profoundly lovely.

As you flicked through the pages, you realised it was a poetry book. The first thought you had was that Eddie had found an obscure little book of rhymes somewhere equally obscure. That was cool. Then you noticed a pattern in the poem’s titles. Then you recognised the handwriting, Eddie’s sharp angles on their best behaviour.

Eddie had been watching your face and saw the moment the lightbulb illuminated. Your breathing hitched and began to chew your bottom lip.

“At the start of the year, you gave me a list of words. I think the first few I wrote, I was just… writing. Like, thought they’d maybe end up as lyrics or whatever. I don’t know. By the fourth or fifth, I figured out I was writing to you… I, uh, I don’t know if they’re any good. Normally workshop all my shit with the guys… But… yeah,”

“They’re for me,”

“That, they are,”

“And you made this?”

Eddie puffs out a little laugh. “Yeah. I don’t know if you’ve seen it yet, but Wayne is really fucking good at sewing. He’s got some conspiracy about everything being made to break so everyone has to buy more… which he’s probably right about… but he learnt to sew so that his clothes last longer. And mine. He helped me figure out how to stitch the book together so it looked nice and would actually hold. See here-” Eddie took the book and opened it to show you the inner stitching. “Apparently this is a special kind of stitch? Holds tight? I don’t know. Think he liked doing it, so,” Eddie finished with a shrug.

You couldn’t remember how many words were on the list, but you suspected that there was a poem for each of them. Seeing them again, next to each other, threw you into the memory of writing that list. Thinking of Eddie in your bedroom. Feeling his empathy when you’d not been shown kindness for so long.

“I don’t… I don’t know how to say what’s in my head,”

“That’s okay,” Eddie replied, letting you take the book back and hold it close to your heart. “Just happy you don’t think it’s stupid,”

“It’s not. None of this is. Eddie…”

“Come ‘ere.”

Eddie pulled you up and hugged you tightly to his chest. Your arms were folded between you, hands still clutching the book. For a moment, he rocked you side to side, kissing your head periodically.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“I love you too. Do you-”

He was cut off by the trilling of the phone. Eddie let you go and walked to answer. “Hello ‘ello?”

You looked down at the coffee table covered in your most precious things.

“Yes! Yeah, that’s me. Um, can you just give me one sec. Just one… Yeah. Babe?”

Lost in thought.

“Babe!” Eddie repeated a little louder.

Your attention shot to him.

“I gotta take this. You want to find homes for all that? Then we can go back to bed?”

None the wiser, you scooped up your gifts and trotted off to the bedroom, happily putting them where they would belong. It was enough of a distraction that you didn’t catch a word of the phone call between Eddie and Eve.

“Sorry I couldn’t talk last night, but ah, look, I’d normally get you in for a trial,” Eve said, hesitation in her voice.

Eddie could hear the typical sounds of a bar in the background. He didn’t want to trip up that early in the conversation, but he couldn’t exactly lie. “I know, but I’m still in Hawkins at the moment,”

“Yeah, yeah, John said… Look, I know how my sister can be. Gotta be half a dozen times I could have said something to Cath on John’s behalf. Always felt a bit shit about it. Guess I owe him one…One. You get me? No promises. Gotta prove yourself once you’re here, but I’ll give you a shot.”

Eddie didn’t know the first thing about John’s ex-wife’s family dynamics, but he was glad they seemed to be as messy as every other family in America. It had afforded him this one shot.

“Yes! Thank you, ma’am! I promise, I’m not gonna fuck it up,”

“Yeah, alright. Call me when you get to town,”

“I will. I will. Thank you,”

“And, kid? Don’t ever fuckin’ call me ‘ma’am’ again.”

After silently punching the air in victory, Eddie found you bundled up in bed, still holding the book of poems. When he stripped entirely and got in with you, you put it on the bedside table and let him pull you into him.

“Soooooooo,” Eddie said, the addition of many letter Os a giveaway that he was about to saysomethingout of the ordinary. “I know you said you’d, you know, keep me updated, but… just wanna check in…”

You knew exactly what he was talking about. The compact vibrator, once purchased, had remained in your possession. You wanted to acclimatise yourself to it before Eddie was invited into the equation. He pouted about it before catching himself. It made total sense that you wanted to know your body’s reaction to it before having an audience.

Playing dumb, you asked, “Updated ‘bout what?”

There was a twinkle in your eye and you’d angled your head just a little too much. Eddie figured you were fucking with him.

“Normally I’d play along here, babe, but I’m dying to know. S’not like you haven’t had a chance to try it at least once or twice.”

Huh.Yeah, he was right. There had been an increase in the amount of time you’d had alone in the trailer. Eddie seemed to be popping out at all hours to deal. You’d seen his stash spill out of the cupboard and take up more room than it ever had before too.

Eddie realised you hadn’t thought about it. Before your mind could think too much about it, he cut off your thoughts with, “Always try to sell a bit more before Christmas. Get Wayne something nice.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it certainly wasn’t entirely the truth.

You bought it.

Curling locks of Eddie’s hair around your finger, you nuzzled into his neck. “Mmm. ‘Kay, well I have been… playing with it,”

“I beg of you to go on.”

Giggling, you felt how quickly Eddie’s body was responding to the conversation.

“I like it. I think just, like, on the outside. I… um, don’t really like how it feels inside. It’s not… soft enough.” Your cheeks were burning from having to say the words out loud, but there was an electric thrill in saying them too. It wasn’t a ruse to turn Eddie to putty, but when you said, “I think inside is just for you,” he screwed his eyes shut and bit down on his tongue so hard he almost drew blood.

Eddie gave himself a couple of seconds to breathe. “That’s… that’s good, angel. Real good… It’s… good… when you tell me shit like that.” A vocabulary of a true storyteller, yet Eddie was reduced togood.

“Maybe as a thank you for all my presents, I could… show you?”

“Yes. Fuck. I mean, if you want to. I didn’t ask to rush you or anything. But yes. If you’re ready. I’m good when you’re… good…”

You giggled again and wriggled your way from Eddie. He watched you cross the room and drop to your knees to dig through one of your drawers. Underwear, your diary, and a small velvet box Eddie had never asked about. And, the vibrator. That goddamn drawer was a daily test of Eddie’s willpower.

There was no longer hesitation or thought about undressing in front of Eddie. You just did it, then crawled to him without consideration of how your tummy would fall when you got on all fours.

Back under the covers you held the toy in your hands and looked up at Eddie. “Actually… I don’t think I’m… brave enough to show you,”

“That’s okay,” he quickly told you. “Don’t think it’s about being brave either. You’re just not really an exhibitionist… Maybe instead, if you want, we can just do what we normally do and, um, I’ll…”

“Yeah,” you said, understanding the suggestion.

“Yeah?”

“Ah-huh.”

Sometimes, you thought, Eddie had a sixth sense about what you needed and wanted. Or maybe you were just so in tune with each other that you aligned in that way. Whatever it was that made it so was directing Eddie towards tenderness. His movements were unhurried and while deliberate, had an on-brand mess to them. Wet kisses, tickling fingers making you laugh when he hadn’t intended.

As he kissed down your neck, arms, belly, you wondered if he did it – the body worship routine – because he knew it was good for you or because he was truly that obsessed with every inch of you. You let yourself win by deciding it was both, but it was firmly the latter that motivated Eddie. If he couldn’t remember the exact placement of a freckle or predict perfectly how a dress would fall across your tummy and thighs, he devoted himself to revision, re-learning the map of your body until it was as familiar and known as his own.

When you were good and melted into the bed, Eddie kissed your clit goodbye so he could sit up a little. He was going to ask if you were ready, but the hum of the vibrator did the job. Your hands gripped the sheets tighter, and Eddie watched you close your eyes and suck in your bottom lip.

On the lowest setting, the vibrator was still comically loud, but as soon as you felt the coldness of it run up your inner thigh, the noise became inconsequential. Your mouth fell open and your eyebrows pulled together.

Eddie spat down the length of the toy, letting the wet make it glide easier over you. His eyes held steadfast on your face, his gaze only flicking down every so often. When he saw the small shake of your head as the vibrator was held against your clit, he figured it was too much. Instead, Eddie roamed up and down between your folds, barely dipping the vibrator inside but enough to feel the vibrations there too.

When he felt confident enough, Eddie moved back to lay on his front between your legs. He worked in tandem with the toy, steadily building your tolerance to the point that you could have it held against you. Simultaneously, Eddie pressed his index and middle fingers into you; the gentleness was a hot contrast to the relentlessness of the vibrator. Your breathing was erratic and you were whining out all Eddie’s favourite sounds. Whenever he caught his name slip out, small and breathy, he couldn’t help but grin.

Trying to warn him of your impending orgasm, you held a hand up awkwardly, much to Eddie’s amusement.

“S’okay,” he whispered. “I got you.”

The talking…Fuck.

Normally he would talk more because you loved it so much, but the presence of the vibrator had distracted you both.

“Doing so good,’ Eddie said, his own voice reminding him that it existed.

The sappy encouragements and sweet nothings tipped you over the edge. Although entirely real and entirely shattering, your orgasm had been pulled from you quicker and harder than you were used to. Physically blindsided, your chest heaved and toes curled to the cusp of pain.

Eddie licked clean one of, if not his absolute, favourite parts of you – the jelly satin softness of the top inner thigh. He swiftly dropped the vibrator off the bed, gently pushed your legs comfortably together, and came to be at your side.

“Baby,” he near-cooed, brushing hair from your face and wiping the corners of your mouth dry. After giving you a moment of recovery, he frowned at your closed eyes. “Are you okay? What do you need?” he asked, concerned.

Brain still mushy, you couldn’t reply. You thought you nodded, but the movement was little more than a twitch. More than okay, just overwhelmed, you were basking in that little lovely limbo post-orgasm.

Eddie pressed his forehead to your cheek like a cat asking for pats.

“M’good,” you managed to mumble.

Eddie’s head shot up, expecting to see your eyes open. Instead, a tear had formed and had begun its trip down your face. Part instinctive and party ploy to bring you back down quicker, Eddie licked your face, taking the salt tear with him. When you squealed and laughed, he was happy.

“You okay?” he asked again now that you were starting to sit up and look around for some clothes. Eddie, awkward and dramatic, rolled off the bed to collect your pyjamas, throwing them to you.

“Thanks,” you said, pulling the shirt over your head. He put his own sweatpants on and looked at you expectantly. “Oh. Yeah,” you told him. “Sorry,”

“No! No, don’t say sorry. I just… just was checking that, uh, guess that it wasn’t too much?”

“It wasn’t,” you confirmed.

“No?”

“No. It was good. Really good,”

“Yeah? ‘Kay. Good.”

You loved when Eddie got a little bashful, all cute as he climbed in and snuggled into your lap, your thighs plush pillows for his head. After sex, it was either that version of him or the smug one with the stupid grin. The mood was usually dictated by how vulnerable Eddie felt. Trying new things, even when successful, always made him feel like that – exposed and hyperaware of how you felt and the experience you were having.

“You’ll tell me when you wanna try the kitten stuff?” Eddie asked, assuming you’d want the same process - time to play alone.

“No… I think I want you to… do all that… for me,” you said, longer pauses between words than normal. Moments of thoughts and decision-making.

Eddie’s mind went radio silent. He pictured locking you into the lacey cuffs… the tail… he couldn’t… words…

“Eddie?”

“Sorry! Yes. Yes, good. Yep. I can… I can do… that… Sorry. I was, like, picturing… it.”

The tone of his voice made you laugh. “Areyouokay?”

“Totally,” he answered, stretching the word out, making you smile and shake your head. “All good if you change your mind,”

“I won’t… Sometimes it’s easier to just, like, let you do it all. Not like, in a bad way. I mean…” It was hard to put into words. You didn’t mean you wanted to lay flat and not be an active participant. You meant… “I like it when you’re in control. ‘Cause it’s like you know what to do with me, even when I don’t… Sometimesespeciallywhen I don’t. I trust you. You just… Yeah, know what to do. To make it good.”

It wasn’t a big deal for you to say any of it. It was simply the truth. Yet, for Eddie, it felt like something big. He didn’t want to make you feel weird though, so he tried to stay cool.

“I’d say you’re doing a pretty fan-fucking-tastic job at knowing what to do,”

“Yeah, but you know what I mean,”

“Yeah. I get you.”

Carding your fingers through his hair, detangling the odd knot when you came across it, you felt peaceful. “I love you,” you said, the words falling out your mouth naturally, unconsciously.

“Love you too, angel,” and he started to hum a tune you didn’t recognise. His fingers danced across your legs matching the melody.

There was no competition, it was the best birthday you’d ever had. Nineteen, in love, and only dreaming of another life in another city when you smoked before bed, an easy fix to a much bigger problem.

Next Chapter: Christmas

End Note: I didn't get a lot of traction or feedback on the last chapter, but I also don't think it was my best work. I'd really appreciate a little love on this one, just to keep me motivated. I've got ideas for other stories but I want this story to finish strong.

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[scribbledghost]

Congratulations on 3000 followers! That is fantastic!

I absolutely love how you write Jack Daniels! You are my go to Whiskey author. I was hoping to request a ficlet four your milestone.

How about

3)Best friends to lovers

22)Confessing your feelings during an argument

Thank you so much! And congratulations again!

Notes: Thank you so much!! I'm so glad to know I've still "got it" so to speak, when it comes to Whiskey lol. Hope you enjoy, I've missed my darling cowboy! 3K Follower Prompt List

Jack should have known that his behavior would lead to this.

He should have known better than to avoid you, to try and hide away.

He should have known that you’d always find him.

“Am I not allowed to know why my best friend suddenly doesn’t want anything to do with me?” you asked, a thin undercurrent of hurt lacing your tone.

“Been busy, darlin’.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Jack.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stared you down. Of course, he’d known his feeble defense was useless as soon as he’d said it - it was a boldfaced lie and he knew it. So did you.

“Look,” you said after a sigh, “if I’ve done something to upset you, you have to let me know. I can’t read your mind. And if you don’t tell me, I can’t make it right.”

“You didn’t do nothin’-”

“Obviously I did.”

Jack’s patience was growing thin, and he could feel it. Internally, he begged you not to keep pushing. He begged you to just let it go.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then why have you been avoiding me!?”

“Because I love you, goddamnit!”

His eyes widened as he froze. The silence that followed was deafening, the ticking of the clock pounding in his ears. 

“You… you what?” you asked softly.

Jack closed his eyes with a huff. More than anything, he wanted to snatch the words out of the air and shove them back down his throat.

“I love you,” he said quickly, looking anywhere but directly at you. “I… I have. For a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Didn’t wanna fuck this up,” he responded. “Y’know. Us. This. Didn’t wanna risk scarin’ you off.”

A deep breath from you interrupted the moment.

“Oh Jack -”

“I just like bein’ around ya,” he continued, knowing that if he stopped, he’d never start again. “An’ if me stompin’ down my feelin’s is what it takes to not run you off, then so be it. Heaven knows I’ve got plenty of my own baggage and bullshit, and I can’t rightly expect ya to take on any of it. So I thought that if I just… I dunno, backed off, then it’d make this easier.”

More silence.

“Look, darlin’, can you just… say somethin’?” he begged. “Anythin’. Cuss me out. Tell me to fuck off. Tell me you never wanna see me agai-”

Jack's words were sharply cut off as you pulled his lips to yours. It was a quick affair, over and done with before Jack could fully comprehend what was happening.

“I’m not gonna do any of that, Jack,” you murmured into the space between his lips and yours. “If you’ll have me, I’ll have you. Just the way you are.”

Wide eyes stared back at you; everything and nothing all at once coursing through his brain.

You wanted him.

Goddamnit, you wanted him.

He hoped the way his lips crashed to yours answered you in ways his words couldn’t.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #ghost scribbles

[velveticamoon]

CONFESSIONS.

— PETER PARKER X FEM! READER [established relationship]

SYNOPSIS: you’re trying to focus in class, but peter missed you and just wants some of your attention.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: some cursing, but it's mostly just fluff <3

A/N: omg she’s alive 😟 hope y’all haven’t been starving too much while i’ve been gone 😁 anyways i’m back to feed u hungry hungry hippos with some content of my most beloved boy of all time peter parker <3 (there was no incentive behind why i wanted to start writing for him i just am deal with it ♥)

— feedback & reblogs are always appreciated! and without further ado, hope you enjoy, and have a great day ;)

- mimi

mind dizzy, your eyes have a hard time focusing on your professor ranting about his crappy coffee for the umpteenth time that evening, comically waving his arms around in a grumpy manner as he continues to defer from the supposed lecture's topic at hand.

on any other occasion, you would be welcoming the self-provoked intrusion during a lesson; but given the fact that you've been awake since five in the morning, and the clock on your phone screen was now throwing the fact that it was seven p.m in your face, you weren't exactly thrilled by the unexpected extension during this class.

you sigh, blinking your eyes rapidly in a pitiful attempt to keep your eyes open. you hear the lecture hall doors open behind you, and you start to think "who in their right mind would think about showing up now instead of just fucking off for the rest of the night like a normal person??"

the only reason why you were even in this class was because it was "absolutely impossible" for the professor to move it around to a more reasonable hour of the day, plus the added fact that it was mandatory for you to take. you had to remind yourself constantly that this course would only be lasting for six weeks anyways, but your desperate attempts to cheer yourself up didn't ease your exhaustion.

your eyes shifted to the previously unoccupied seat next to you, and you had to do a double take before realizing who it was that sat next to you.

"peter?" you whispered, trying your hardest to keep your voice down. your professor was known for having the ears of a bat, always taking any opportunity he could in order to tell his students to shut up. you were convinced it was one of his greatest sources of happiness, aside from the copious amounts of danishes he consumes.

"hey babe," peter smiled brightly beside you, his hair looking slightly disheveled, no doubt from the rain pouring outside which he probably tried to evade by running through as fast as he could.

"what're you doing here? i'm glad you're here, but i thought we were hooking up later tonight?" you and peter had your weekly movie night reserved for thursdays.

in the earlier stages of your relationship, peter was usually too busy with patrolling most nights, but over time he had realized just how much it was affecting you as much as it was affecting him by not being able to see you. he made it a promise to reserve thursday nights for you and you only, with happy being willing (begrudgingly) to help him out with his shenanigans.

what can he say? he loves you two, especially when it means you're able to preoccupy him for at least one night to give him some peace and quiet.

"my lecture ended early, so i figured i'd come by and visit you and walk you home before we hung out," he said, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it on the back of his chair. he ruffled his hair slightly, and picked up the latte you had in front of you, taking a sip before saying, "plus, i kinda forgot my umbrella, and you always have one on you so i was hoping we could share," he smiled, chuckling when you snatched your coffee back from his cold hands.

"ah, so you only came by to use me and steal my coffee. didn't realize just how materialistic you were parker," you playfully glared at him, and he chuckled before throwing an arm behind your chair, his hand slightly stroking your shoulder before going to play with the ends of your hair.

"you caught me, but it's your fault for making it so easy for me to use you, pretty girl," he squeezed your shoulder, his eyes crinkling from the unamused glance you threw his way.

you scoffed lightly, rolling your eyes and turning them back to your notebook. "my fault, huh? have fun walking back home in the rain with no umbrella then," you tilted your head, holding back your grin when he gasped dramatically, as he reached for both of your shoulders, shaking you lightly in protest at your retort.

"y/n/n, baby, you can't do this to me, if i get sick from the rain you're the one that's gonna be taking care of me, and i know you won't even let me kiss you because you won't wanna get sick- which i one hundred percent condone by the way, because you deserve to be healthy at all times, but still, i won't be able to kiss you because of how stubborn you are," he rambled, pouting as he laid his head on your shoulder.

you turned you head towards him, your right hand coming up to cup his cheek as you playfully whispered, " what gave you the impression that i was gonna kiss you at all after everything you said?"

his head jolted up, his hands grabbing yours as he whined apologies profusely, begging you to forgive him, and you bit your lip to keep yourself from bursting out into laughter.

however, his pleads were stopped abruptly as your professor was now standing in front of the two of you, you both sat up straight, peter's hands still clinging to yours.

"what exactly is so important that the two of you can't wait to disrupt the class over?" his voice boomed, snickers could be heard all throughout the lecture room. peter's eyes were blown wide open, his mouth opened to say something, but you beat him to it.

"sorry sir, we got a little bit distracted, and didn't realize that we were being too disruptive. we'll keep it down from now on," you politely said, the professor was slightly surprised at your composure and how sure you seemed, considering he was so used to students blubbering after being called out so openly. the disappointment in his eyes was almost too noticeable, and it left an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

he nodded curtly, and started walking back down towards the monitor at the front of the room, continuing on with his lecture.

you sighed lightly, and peter was finally able to take note of just how tired you looked. your hair was a little disheveled, and the way your eyes were drooping slightly, paired with the increased amount of coffee you'd been drinking the past few days was concerning to him.

he wanted to comfort you, but knew that talking was out of the question. "y/n wasn't kidding when she said he hears everything, i don't think i was even being that loud, was i??"

his eyes trailed down towards your notebook that hadn't been touched in quite a while, it seems. he lifted your hand up off of it, and you didn't think twice when he took it from under your arm, along with your pencil sitting next to it.

your focus was trained back on the lecture at hand, and that gave peter the perfect opportunity to write down some of his thoughts to you.

a couple moments later, he tapped your arm, pointing to your notebook where the words 'are u ok?' were written in his messy handwriting.

you smiled lightly at his gesture, taking the pencil from him and writing back, 'yeah, i'm fine, he just drains me,' before turning back to the monitor.

peter thinks for a second, and presses the pencil back down to the paper, his now damp hair flopping over his eyes in the process. he pushes the notebook back to you, and you look down where it says 'i can tell, and how are we the ones being disturbing when he can barely keep himself focused on anything like wtf??'

you snorted at that, grabbing the pencil from him when he passed it to you, his head leaning over your hand as you wrote, 'i kid you not, before you came in he spent a good 25 minutes complaining about the temperature of his coffee, and how he could tell the beans weren't organically processed due to the greater amount of bubbles around the rim of the cup, and how their appearance was more prolonged than normal.'

peter looked at you incredulously, whispering the word "seriously?" when you nodded, he blinked slowly, letting out a slight huff at the perplexity of your professor.

'damn, this dude really needs to get laid' peter wrote, smiling at the way you giggled. his heart felt warm whenever he managed to make you smile.

you scribbled something else on the page, peter eyeing you curiously. when you turned the paper over to him, he smiled and tilted his head, resting it on his palm knowingly as he read your words.

'so, you still haven't told me why you really came by?' you looked at him with your eyebrows slightly raised, and he couldn't help but stare at you endearingly before grabbing the hand that held your pencil, guiding it as he made you write the words he was unable to say out loud due to the very nosy professor scouring the lecture room.

'i just missed you :)' he confessed, and you smiled softly, putting the pencil down, and lacing your fingers with his that were wrapped around your own, propping your other arm up on the table to hold your own head up, looking into his eyes.

"you're so cheesy," you whispered, nothing but pure adoration pouring through your words, as peter brought the back of your hand up to his lips, placing multiple light pecks along your knuckles.

"only for you, bug," he whispered back, as he leaned his head forward to place one more kiss on your temple, nuzzling his nose against the side of your head, eyes shut as he took in a whiff of your hair, letting his head rest there for a while.

you pulled your intertwined hands up to your own lips to place a sweet kiss on the back of his hand in return, holding them underneath your chin as you re-focused on the lecture.

he was an idiot for always showing up at the worst times. but you had to confess, that despite all those terrible times? he somehow managed to make them all feel not so bad.

#the loml <3 #i’m in love with this boy and wanted to write about him so here we are lolz #the ending was kinda cliche and cheesy but i didn’t rlly know how to end it without furiously cringing #plus i wrote this all in like an hour cuz i was super motivated so let’s just let that shitty ending slide tyvm 🤪 #also this gif is my favourite thing ever so i hope you enjoyed #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker x you #peter x reader #peter parker oneshot #mcu #mcu fic #marvel mcu #marvel #marvel x reader #don’t u guys just love my inconsistent uploads <3 #spider man #spider-man x reader #spider man x you #spider man x y/n #spider man fanfiction #spider man fic #spider man one shot #tasm #tasm peter parker #tasm!spiderman x reader

[greatbigbellies]

ANNOUNCING THE 2023 PREGNANCY KINK ADVENT CALENDAR!

After months (Yes, months) of planning and on and off work throughout this year, I am excited to unveil the 2023 Pregnancy Kink Advent Calendar! From December 1st to December 24th, I have new, unreleased, completely original content going up EVERY day. These range from written kink fics (clocking in at approximately 1k words each with some longer exceptions), some batches of pictures, both bare bellied and with a fake bump, multiple kink audios, AND a video floating around in there! I’ve been working hard planning, writing, recording, and editing everything for this for a while now, and I’m super excited to show it all off. I began work on this back in APRIL, so it’s been a labor of love (pun intended) that I’m really proud to have finished in time for december this year. Those vague calls for kink audio ideas that never seemed to come up again? Those repeat posts asking what people would scribble on my belly? Yeah, those were all for this. Which means if you sent something to me in response to those, congrats, it probably made it in!

So settle in and enjoy! New stuff drops starting 12/1/2023 all the way up to and including christmas eve! This whole thing was a fair bit of work but a LOT of fun to do, and if it gets enough positive interaction, I would be very open to doing it again next year. Check back every day for something new!

Additional details, context, and a bit of “developer commentary” under the cut!

So… what should I expect from this?

This is a larger scale project that I’ve been building for well over half a year, and I did my best to provide some variety to it. There is, of course, some good ol McPreggo content in there. Because it’s one of the most popular things this blog has to offer, I get a ton of asks about it, and it’d be silly of me to not give that crowd some love. That said, if you’re not really into McPreggo or rapid preg as a whole, fret not, there’s lots of other content to enjoy! Most of the written pieces involve longer progressions split over multiple posts. This is by design, because I didn’t want any one post to be too long (advent calendars are supposed to be easily consumed ‘treats’, but not whole presents unto themselves), but it’s hard to do anything meaningful with only 1K words to a post. If you’ve read my older stuff, like some of the comms I fulfilled a few years ago, you know the buildup and foreplay is really my strongest aspect, and it’s no different here (if you haven’t but would like to, the ‘commissions’ and ‘writing’ tags on my blog will take you where you want to go). Nothing in the calendar has any outright SEX scenes in it, but there’s plenty of pregnant contrivances and paragraph long descriptions of heavy bellies that you’ll find something you’ll like! There’s over 13k words cumulatively across all the writing, so there’s a wide breadth to enjoy!

The audios range from 3 and a half to 6 minutes long, with one more experimental, slow burn exception. They range from sweet to spicy, and might be my favorite content in the whole calendar. While previously I had been taking a premise and improvising most of it, these new ones are pretty tightly scripted, and I genuinely think they came out better for it. Less repetition, more creatively, and was able to work in some sound effects to set the scene and tone for some of them. I think you’ll enjoy them!

Outside of that, I’m going to leave the rest as a surprise. Like I said, I’ve got audio, video, pictures, and writing, so there’s a lot to look forward to!

Is this something I’m supposed to pay for?

Absolutely not, this is all free. I made this because I wanted to, and wanted to share it with people. This blog is 5 years old now and is sporting well over 5K followers, which is to say it has way more popularity and staying power than I expected it to when I made it. You guys are great, and wanted to, in my own weird way, treat everyone who has been following, sending asks, and chatting with me so far. If you really genuinely would like to give back, I have tips turned on for my blog, but I’m putting this out there not expecting anything back.

This is THE PEOPLES preg kink content, damnit!

Are you going to do this again next year?

If people enjoy it, then I would like to, yes! I’m not some harsh corporation with strict engagement minimums to uphold, so I don’t know what “enough” interaction looks like to justify a 2024 edition but if people are liking and reblogging, and I get an ask or two about it, then I’d call that a win! It’s just good to know that hard work is appreciated, y’know?

If anyone else out there likes the idea and wants to do something similar, I would be very excited at the prospect of collaborating in the future. It’s not lost on me that this whole production doesn’t have any kink art, but believe me, you don’t want to see me try to draw something resembling a person, let a lone trying to make it sexy. Even if someone wanted to contribute a single article, a written piece, some art, an audio even, even just 1 “day” of content for people to enjoy would be amazing. Any outside contributors would, of course, receive credit for their work and have their main tumblr (or other kink social media) listed in their post.

Honestly, if I had enough people reach out and want to contribute, I would likely just create a separate sideblog JUST for pregnancy fetish advent calendars, so it’s not going up on any ONE contributor’s blog to benefit them above anyone else. I didn’t want to reach out to artists in the community going “hey would you like to draw some free art for this thing I’m doing that I’m gonna post in december, I swear”, because that just reads like a scam. I’m hoping that, having made and rolled out everything myself at least once, it can stand as proof that I am genuine about this kind of thing. A way to prove for someone that has the drive and bandwidth to work on this, that I’m not going to take credit or otherwise run off having gotten free art/work.

If you’re reading this and have something you would be interested in contributing to the calendar next year, my DMs are open, and it is never too early!

Any other questions, or just to share what you think about it all, shoot me an ask or a DM!

#2023 pregnancy kink advent calendar #long post

[fuwapower-prettycure]

Episode 1: Living My Dream! I Am Cure Reverie!

“Oh dear, are you okay?”

In an aisle full of colorful books, Yumeno Eiko found a child. She was a skinny young thing; With well-worn sandals and a rosy dress that swamped her tiny frame. Her cheeks were wet with tears, as if she had been crying for some time. 

The girl was startled at Eiko’s voice. She looked up from the floor and met the kind woman’s ruby eyes, momentarily mesmerized. 

“Your eyes are pretty.” She whispered through tiny sobs. 

Eiko chuckled at that. She supposed her eyes were unique, though this little one surely had more important things to worry about than a pair of irises. Lowering herself as gracefully as she could, Eiko met the child at eye level. 

Her soft words came out slowly. “I could say the same of your dress, darling. Tell me, what’s a sweet thing like you doing here by yourself?” 

That seemed to have been the wrong thing to say, as the girl once again found fat tears streaming down her cheeks. “I was with my dad, a-and I saw the coolest book! I came here to look at it, but then da-daddy was gone,” she cried.

A thin hand reached out to the child. Eiko lifted herself and gave the small girl a grin; Her smile widening when a soft grip connected with hers. 

“Worry not, dear! Let’s find a helper and have them call for your father, yes? I’m Ms. Yumeno.” She waved at a nearby employee, looking at the small body now cuddled against her leg. Her tears seemed to have dried by now. The girl gazed at her with wonder in her large green eyes. 

Eiko patted her head, proud of the child for composing herself so quickly. “Now, little one, can you tell me your name? Your father must be worried about his darling girl.”

Her little companion nodded, bouncing in place slightly. The scowl she wore seconds ago now replaced with a small grin. 

“I’m Maika! Mochizuki Maika!”

~☆~

~☆~

“Mom! I need to go in!” An auburn-haired girl whined, trapped in her mother's embrace. The thirteen-year-old’s voice held little hostility, and despite her verbal protests, she made no effort to escape the hug. 

The tall woman holding her daughter in her arms chuckled and stepped back, reluctantly pulling away. “I know, Maika. It’s just difficult to see my baby moving out. I thought it would be 6 more years at least! You’re absolutely sure you want to stay in the dormitory? We’ll be quite the drive away.” Although Mochizuki Aina desperately wanted her child to stay at home, both her and her husband, Kazue, knew their daughter needed to expand her social circle. One can only make so many friends while attached to their parent’s side. 

“Don’t worry, I’m going to do great!” With determination and a hint of anxiety, Maika pushed up the round wire glasses resting on her nose. “It's now or never! I’ve got to unpack! I don’t want the room to be a mess when my roommate gets here!” 

A deep voice sounded from behind her. “Mai-Mai, your roommate is starting the semester a few days late. That’s plenty of time to tidy up your dorm.” The proud father said, chuckling at his daughter’s spirit. He came to his wife’s side, putting a hand around her waist. The couple gazed proudly at their little girl. 

Three loud chimes came from a nearby clock tower, signifying the end of student dorm drop-offs. Maika looked down at her overstuffed backpack, then back to her parents. “Is this the last bag I have to bring up?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

Kazue nodded and gave his child a warm smile. The family of three embraced tightly, savoring the short time they had before parents were asked to say their farewells. 

“Chin up, baby.” Maika’s mother lifted her daughter’s face and ruffled her soft hair. “No daughter of Mochizuki Aina backs down from a challenge! You’re ready, and you’re going to do awesome.” She pressed a kiss to her baby’s forehead. “If you ever want a weekend away, let me know. Papa and I will get you as soon as we can.” 

Kazue tightened the hug one last time, nodding at his wife’s words. “We love you so much, Mai-Mai. You’re going to do great. Nothing can stop you.” He kissed the space just under Maika’s bangs where her mother had done so seconds earlier. 

A speaker crackled to life as the family’s farewell ended. 

“All first-year students report to the gymnasium for a short informational speech. At this time, we ask parents to say goodbye to their students, as their junior high journey is about to begin. Welcome to Fuwayama Prep!”

~☆~

Maika let out a breath of relief as she emptied the final box of her belongings. Her bed looked as comfortable as can be, the side pressed against the wall covered by the stuffed animals she had picked for her dorm. Looking at her bedside alarm clock, Maika sighed. It was nearing noon. There was so much of the day left! 

“No roommate until Tuesday and nobody to hang out with. What's a girl to do?” She wondered. Her room was as ready as it could be without a second inhabitant, and most other dorms were still filled with the chatter of excited students. Maybe she could simply stay in and draw, or reread her favorite manga; but it would be the third time this week. She could look for a new book, but didn't get to see where the Fuwayama public library was. Were there any other options?

Suddenly, Maika lit up. She snapped her fingers in excitement. “I’ve got it! The school library!”

~☆~

“This place looks huge! I’m over the moon!” 

From her position outside the building, Maika could see through ceiling height windows just how impressive the Fuwayama Prep library was. There were cushions and couches in every corner. In the back of the room, far from the windows, a row of computers were barely visible. She couldn’t see the full catalog, but the shelves her bright green eyes scanned over were bigger than any there she’d ever seen!

Colorful sneakers marched towards the door. Maika already knew this wonderful place would become her best friend.

A soft voice piped up as a hand was laid on the door. “The library isn’t open, you know.”

The illusion broke. What was once an inviting opportunity became a dead end just like that. “What? But the students are here! Don’t we need the library?” Maika turned around to face a slightly taller girl with dull pink hair and a kind smile.

“Yes, but the school year doesn’t truly start until tomorrow. The only staff on campus are the ones running move-in day and orientation.” The girl, clearly an upperclassman, gave her junior an encouraging pat on the head. “No worries, though! As soon as classes start, you have almost unlimited access.” 

Maika’s frown lifted slightly. She wouldn’t have to wait too long then. Maybe she could walk around the city, surely there are some interesting shops nearby.

Bowing, she quickly thanked her senpai for the information. “It’s such a nice library. I can’t wait to see it all!” With a new plan in mind, Maika stepped back and moved her gaze to the campus entrance. Just beyond the opened gates was a brand-new adventure named Fuwayama City!

“I hope you like it here. Fuwayama is a wonderful place filled with surprises. I hope to see you around!” The pink haired upperclassman chuckled at her kouhai’s visible excitement. 

Maika bowed once more, noticeably quicker. “Thank you so much, senpai! I can’t wait to meet again.”

With a spring in her step and no particular goal, she rushed into the city. Who knew what magic awaited!

~☆~

Strolling through a city by yourself is a strange experience. Maika had only recently started staying home alone and building a sense of independence. She knew Fuwayama wasn’t dangerous, but a small part of her longed for her mother’s reassuring touch to remind her that she was safe. 

Pink sneaker-clad feet led the girl to a nearby shopping strip. Many of the shops she looked into seemed brimming with customers. Shoppers looking through electronics, racks of clothing, merchandise from popular TV shows gave the street a lively energy. Each establishment teemed with laughter and conversation. None of them had that pull, though. The desire for new reading material still occupied Maika’s mind. 

A sigh escaped her mouth as she approached the corner of the sidewalk. Fuwayama Prep was still visible from where the student stood. Since she was still fairly unfamiliar with the area, it was a good idea to stay as close to campus as possible. The hope of finding something near the school to occupy her empty time diminished more and more as the end of the small strip came closer. 

“Hm?” Just as the area was deemed a fluke, her eye caught a glimpse of a small sparkle coming from the last shop’s window display. “Is that a,” Maika stepped closer, “is that a Card-Catcher Sakuya bookmark? I’m over the moon,” she exclaimed! With sparkles in her eyes, she took in the gorgeous display. It was an adorable shade of red and decorated with an image of the titular character. What tied it all together was an adorable charm of Sakuya’s magical companion at the end of the attached tassel. Even as a Sakuya superfan, Maika had never seen this product before, despite thinking she discovered them all. 

A newfound determination washed over her and compelled Maika to look up at the shop’s name. “Mahou Monogatari? I’ve never heard of it. Is this a local store? One with local employees and local products? Maybe even local customers who are,” she paused as an excited smile spread across her face, “local Sakuya fans?” 

She raced into the establishment without another thought. To her delight, it was devoid of boisterous shop goers, being perused only by a pair of young women and a young father holding his child on his hip.

“Why, hello there, dear.” A kind voice sounded from a checkout counter on Maika’s right. She turned her gaze to the source of the greeting and was met with a familiar pair of eyes. Only once had she met someone with irises whose red rivaled that of a ruby’s. The memory was hazy yet comforting. 

The woman standing behind the counter chuckled and moved towards the entrance where her potential customer stood. The gentle thuds of a rubber-bottomed cane accompanied the clicking of her low-heeled boots. “I know my shop is one of wonders, but never before has it left someone speechless. I’m only slightly concerned—mostly impressed. With myself, of course.” She joked. A worldly hand moved cautiously to Maika’s upper back. She accepted the guiding hand and walked with the store’s owner to a small seating area beside the checkout counter.

After taking a seat in the most comfortable chair she’d ever had the pleasure of resting in, the questions that had been held back finally came out. Although they were being asked at a near lightning fast pace, the subject of said inquiries seemed to take in every word without fault. 

“Do you know Card-Catcher Sakuya? Did you make that bookmark in the window, or was it someone else? Was it made by someone my age? If it was you then that’s totally awesome because I’ve never heard anyone older than my parents even mention that series! Not that you’re old because most people take that as an insult. Not my grandmother, though she takes pride in it, but not everyone's the same and I just met you. Wait, no, I just met you and then I called you old! I didn't mean to insult you, I swear. It’s just so exciting because if somebody my age made that bookmark, then maybe we could be friends. I just moved here into the school dorms down the street and I really suck at making friends because I talk so much just like I am now! I’m so sorry, I’m talking way too much. Can I just buy the bookmark and leave, so there’s no need to—” Maika’s overflow of words were caught off by loud laughter? She looked at the source and realized it was the store owner, while simultaneously realizing she must have started looking at everything but her conversation partner in her nervous ramble. 

The woman wiped a few joy-induced tears from her eyes. She took a moment to regain herself and removed the reading glasses that sat upon her nose. Finally, she leaned back into the cushioned back of her seat. “I like you, dear. I’ve never seen this much energy and passion in one so young. May I ask for the name of such a charming young girl?” 

Maika froze in embarrassment as her cheeks were covered in a red blush. She looked down at her fingers, playing with them to keep her focus. “I’m Mochizuki Maika. I just moved into the Fuwayama Prep dormitories. I’m a first year student, so I don’t know a lot about this place yet.” Her wire-framed glasses slid down slightly. She didn’t bother to push them up

“You’re in luck if you found this place then!” The dad she noticed when entering the store spoke up as he walked to the checkout counter. His baby had fallen asleep and was now strapped into a carrier against his chest. The pair of girls had since left. “Ms. Yumeno’s store is the perfect place for book lovers like us. My older daughter had her fifth birthday party here. No one can beat Mahou Monogatori!” 

Rising from her chair, the owner—Ms. Yumeno—grabbed her glasses and walked over to verify the man’s purchase. “You’re far too kind, Mr. Furuya. I don’t know what little Hinako sees in this old coot. I’m not interesting in the slightest! Unlike this young lady.” Surprisingly nimble fingers made quick work of the checkout. Before bagging the books, she reached under the desk and pulled out a small lollipop. “Although, I think it’s fair to assume my stash of candy has put me on her good side.”

After the father gathered his bag and slipped the sugary treat inside, he waved goodbye to Yumeno and Maika. “You seem like a wonderful girl, I hope Fuwayama treats you well.” The bell above the entrance jingled lightly as he made his exit. 

“You two are so nice.” The student’s voice regained the wonder it had lacked minutes earlier. From her seat, she watched as Ms. Yumeno made her way to the recently shut door. “I love it here already! I was so scared city people would be mean, but everyone I’ve met so far has been amazing.” She looked at her potential new friend with endless admiration.

Said potential friend looked at the clock hanging above a nearby shelf and then back to her energetic visitor. “Well, I could say the same about you. Would you care for some lunch? It’s about time I close up shop for my break.”

Maika knew it was often unwise to get so comfortable so quickly, but she felt safe and welcome around this kind figure. She nodded enthusiastically, eager to eat with and learn more about Ms. Yumeno. Besides, the less money spent on buying lunch, the more she could spend at her new favorite place!

A small sound drew her attention to the checkout area. She tried to get a good look at the source, but a glimpse of pink was all she could take in before being drawn back into a conversation with her fascinating new friend.

~☆~

“Goodness, look at the time!” Maika startled as her lunch partner stood up halfway through her talk on their meal’s recipe. “We’re lucky no customers showed up. It’s 15 minutes past lunch!”

Yumeno moved to her shop’s front door while mumbling to herself. When the woman grabbed the open/closed sign and flipped it to indicate the end of break time, she sighed and looked back at her guest. The red-haired girl approached the front desk with a curious look. If her hearing had still been that of a spry young adult, she would have noticed the buzz sounding from under the counter. 

The device—a pink tablet upon closer look—was lit up despite seeming in disrepair. “Ms. Yumeno, I think someone is calling you?” Maika said, hesitant to reach under the top and retrieve the gadget. Why would the shopkeeper have such an odd looking thing? It looked broken and even dangerous, with small sparks appearing occasionally. “Though this doesn’t look like it could take those.” She said to herself, wonder clear in her expression. 

With a surprisingly swift gait for a woman of Yumeno’s age, her aged form made its way to the desk and grabbed the device. Youthful hands lifted to stop her in fear of the sparks hurting her. Strangely, the sporadic sparks did nothing and seemed to even swirl around the grip holding the tablet. That was not normal, but it was pretty in a way. They almost sparkled and added a shine to the weathered fingers around which they swirled.

“This old thing? A call? You crack me up, dear! It’s nothing but a past toy of mine. I hoped to give it to Mr. Furuya when he stopped by but forgot. I swear, my old lady brain would be lost if it wasn't trapped in my noggin.” Ms. Yumeno placed it on the countertop, the lit screen and sparks having disappeared. 

Maika’s overactive brain highly doubted that statement, hoping for a more fanciful answer. “That thing must have been well-loved because it’s super worn down!” She stepped forward to get a closer look. “What does it d—” 

Yumeno tensed suddenly as an almost inaudible laugh reached her ears. She seemed to recognize the tiny sound, as her face contorted into one of horror and hands clenched into tight fists. Ruby eyes darted towards the district’s park area a block away. She seemed unfocused, alarmed. 

“Ms. Yumeno, are you okay?” Maika worried over her friend. She tried to place a comforting hand on the woman’s shoulder but flinched as her object of concern whipped around to look at her with a serious face. 

Weathered hands gripped the startled guest’s arms. “Ms. Mochizuki, I need to go check on something very important. Please stay inside the shop. Flip the sign, so nobody comes in and if you hear anything suspicious, hide in my office. It’s the safest room in my building.” Yumeno stepped back and almost immediately made her exit, quickly disappearing as she rushed towards the area she had been staring at moments before. 

~☆~

Stunned, Maika took a moment to reorient herself. Only minutes ago she had been on cloud nine talking with an amazing new friend, and now she felt more on edge than she ever had, the instructions given implying there was an imminent danger approaching.

With slightly unsteady steps, she completed her given tasks. After flipping the sign to say ‘CLOSED’ her hands hesitated. She said to herself, “should I lock the door,” as her thoughts spiraled.

Yumeno had left her lanyard with the shop keys on the counter beside the mysterious tablet. If the door was locked, she wouldn’t be able to enter in the event she needed to return. Besides, she hadn’t given the order to lock up. 

Maika’s thoughts were halted when a ‘BOOM’ sounded in the distance. Her fight or flight kicked in as she rushed to grab the keys on the counter, her panic keeping her from noticing the pink device’s screen, which had lit up once more. 

Just as she picked out the shop key, the sparks from earlier returned at full force and began swirling around their source. They held a renewed power which shook the tablet and brought attention to a…voice?

“What?” The word slipped from Maika’s mouth as her body tingled with adrenaline. 

“It’s working! Hurry, Twyla!” That high-pitched sound grew louder as the device’s screen grew brighter. 

The curious girl stepped forward to look at the phenomenon, but just as she leaned over it—

“OW!”

A flash of blue and a direct hit to her forehead made Maika stumble to the floor. “Eiko! Yumeno Eiko, we need your help~hoo! It’s Nighty!” A small owl-like creature fell to the floor just as their accidental target. “Queen Chiharu has fallen and Nocturna has taken over! You must help—wait, you’re not Yumeno.”

Green eyes meet a tiny yet powerful glare coming from the talking bird. She stared at them in awe as a slightly bigger sheep-like creature floated down from the counter where the forgotten device lay. “I’m not Yumeno. I’m Maika, and you two are fairies, like from Cardcatcher Sakuya!” All worries disappeared when her words announced the realization. Was this happening? It all made sense! That tablet, these fairies, and possibly even Yumeno, were magical. 

“Technically yes, but that doesn’t matter~hoo! An elderly woman with a beaded necklace and cane; have you seen her~hoo?” The owl, Nighty, asked. The sheep that now stood beside their partner looked at Maika quizzically. 

Ignoring the somewhat unnerving stare from the pink lamb, she answered, “yes! I was with Ms. Yumeno before she ran outside. She looked scared. Do you think there’s trouble there?”

The pink lamb suddenly lit up after silently analyzing the new face. “Papa! We found her~twi! She’s a—“

Nighty shot up into the air and gestured for his daughter to follow. “Yes~hoo! Come on, Twyla. The Dream Eater General could already be here!” He dashed to the door and tried to push it open, with the winged sheep flying closely behind. 

Maika followed and took over for the owl. When the three finally made it outside, she paid no mind to the silence of the streets and the unconscious bodies of customers laying across the area. She ran after the flying duo, who seemed to know where Ms. Yumeno was. 

Panting, she let more questions slip. “Does this mean I can be a magical warrior? Because now that I know you exist, I’m the only option, right? I’m able-bodied but have terrible stamina, so maybe we could train!” Time for questioning ran out when, after turning the corner to a secluded area in the park, the trio was met with an alarming sight. 

Yumeno kneeled on the ground with her cane holding most of her weight. She huffed, glaring at a checker-clad girl who wore a smile that oozed mischief. 

“Admit it, Grandma. You’re no match for the Dream Eaters. We’ve already won. Finding the Precure and destroying them is merely a precaution.” Her haughty voice taunted. She reached her hand out and pointed directly at the center of her target’s forehead. 

Maika leapt forward and yelled, “WAIT,” at the lavender-haired attacker. 

Her adversary aimed an annoyed look at the disruption for a moment before smirking. “Sorry kid, you’re too late. Ran-Ran’s gotta show Grandma what happens when you anger Queen Nocturna.” The finger pointed at Yumeno summoned a small golden star and shot it before anyone else could interfere. 

Yumeno and Maika stared at each other in shock. “Ms. Mochizuki! Run!” were the final words spoken before the star, hovering in front of the target, summoned a coffin-esc glass case to trap its victim.

“No.” Nighty yelled. The star shot out from the front of the case, hitting the ground with an impact strong enough to knock the on-lookers a few steps back. 

From the ground, a shadow rose and solidified. After gaining shape and color, Maika realized the creature had taken the form of the bookshop! A single red light shone from the top window and looked down at the trio. It took a step forward and let out a mighty cry, “OSOROSHII!” 

Ran-Ran cheered and jumped into the air, hovering beside the case holding Yumeno. “Now that’s some mighty Yumeki. We were smart to choose this place. Right, Nighty?”

The blue owl growled as his daughter hid behind a surprised Maika. “You have no right, Ran-Ran! Yumeki is not yours to steal~hoo!” His shouting stopped abruptly as the monster—Osoroshii—lifted a fist and brought it down where its new targets stood. 

“Papa! We have to hide~twi!” Twyla cried, forcing her father and their ally to hide in a nearby wooded area. 

The girl sat down with wide eyes. She squeezed her hands together over and over in order to calm herself. This was real, but it was nothing like she imagined. Her fuzzy friend nuzzled into the pink flower decorating her sweater, over her pounding heart. “T-This is crazy, ri-right? Th-that thing is so… so big! We ca-an’t stop it”

Nighty peeked out from behind the large tree they laid against. Ran-Ran and the Osoroshii had lost them, but not for long. “We can’t fight back. Where are the Pretty Cure~hoo? At least one should’ve shown up by now, but all the clocks are still with us~hoo. Why haven’t they awoken yet?” He mumbled at a rapid pace. 

The questions floating in the air lit a spark in Twyla’s eyes. She separated herself from Maika and grabbed the bag that rested between her wings. The clasp opened and moments later she pulled out a blue clock with a small pink charm. “There is a Pretty Cure right here~twi! It’s you, I know it~twi!” the fancy trinkets were pushed into pale hands. Nighty’s beak dropped open in surprise.

“Me? Pretty Cure? Is that like a superhero?” her starstruck daze interrupted as the ground below them shook. 

The tree they hid behind was suddenly bent to the side, the Osoroshii's gloved hand pushing the bulky trunk with ease. 

“Found Ya!” Ran-Ran snickered. 

They screamed and made a run for it, sprinting through the trees to reach the open field. The monster and commander were hot on their trail, and Twyla struggled to keep up. She faltered for a moment when the Osoroshii reached out to grab at her. 

Maika glanced to her side, only to see her ally about to be swept up by the threatening creature. “No!” She cried and dove to wrap her arms around the lamb. She narrowly escaped with Twyla and continued forward to run away from their attacker. 

“Are you okay?” Her words came out in short pants as she checked on her companion. 

The pink lamb seemed shaken but thankfully unharmed. She nodded. “You saved me~twi!” Her voice was filled with admiration for her rescuer.

Maika gave an exhausted smile. “I couldn’t leave you with that monster,” she responded, “Ms. Yumeno is counting on us, so we aren’t going to give in!” The vigor with which she spoke reflected in her quickening pace, which kept strong even when the clock in her firm grip gave a small shake.

She felt a strange energy shoot through her. Twyla must have felt it as well, perking up and saying, “Maika! The Clock, you woke it up!” 

Nighty reached the duo and spoke excitedly. “This is it~hoo! When it lights up, place the charm at the center of your Cure Clock and say, ‘Pretty Cure! Dreamy Switch On!’ The clock will ring, and you’ll transform~hoo.”

Twyla flew from Maika’s grasp, allowing her tense hands to lift the glowing charm that now emanated a bright pink.

A cackle sounded from just above them. “Finally! You are a pain to catch. I’m getting bored, so let’s finish up!” Ran-Ran and her Osoroshii towered over the three. On command, the monster swiped at the trio, knocking Maika onto the ground and grabbing both fairies. 

“NO!” Even from her place on the ground, the pained cries of her allies were clear as day. Her sneakers shakily planted themselves on the ground as she rose with a renewed strength. “I won’t let you hurt them!” She yelled. “I can do this, because no matter how scary…” Her hands clenched the shining objects. With determination filling her being, Maika placed the Charm at her Clock’s center.

“I will protect my friends! Pretty Cure! Dreamy Switch On!”

~☆~

A melodic ring sounded as sparkles exploded from the clock, covering Maika in a pink glow. Her normal attire was replaced with a garment of silk fluorescent fabric. The world had become nothing more than an endless colorful space with lights decorating every corner. 

The source of magic attached itself to the center of her chest. A pink ribbon and collar popped out from under it, and suddenly the dress molded into a puffy pink costume. Around her waist was an over skirt made entirely of the softest fluff. She twirled around and extended both arms. Small shooting stars latched onto each wrist and her neck; exploding with a colorful burst as they became a pair of short gloves and purple choker decorated with a single charm at the center. 

Spotting a star much larger than the previous three, Maika jumped into the air and grabbed it. She bounced onto a nearby cloud and brought it to her head. As she leapt onto another cloud, the star burst just as its predecessors. It became a decorated headband in the shape of a sleep mask, the magic spreading over her hair as it grew longer and styled itself into a fluffy bob with twin buns and long low ponytail. 

With her hair now the color of gold, Maika made one final leap down a swirling tunnel of magic. The mystical glow crawled up her legs and stopped inches below her skirt. Falling onto the final cloud solidified the energy into thigh-high boots decorated by ribbons and a star charm each.

She dove through the space as a trail of magic followed behind, as if she was the personification of a shooting star. A platform appeared beneath her to catch the heels of her newly acquired form. She landed gracefully, her presence causing the entire surrounding area to become a gradient of pinks and purples. 

“Full of fantasy and endless dreams!” Newly gloved hands clapped together as she gave one final spin and struck a pose, her finger pointing directly to the sky.

“Up and at it, Cure Reverie!”

~☆~

Where a bespectacled girl once rested, Cure Reverie stood proudly. The Clock at the center of her chest’s ribbon shone brightly as if to announce her arrival. 

It only took Reverie a moment to break from her stance to marvel at her dazzling new appearance. She squealed and touched the plush over skirt as well as her fluffy golden hair. “This outfit is too cute! It looks like a real magical warrior’s!” 

Ran-Ran yelled in surprise and anger, which caught her transformed rival’s attention. “A Pretty Cure already? I swear, you love being a thorn in my side!”

The Osoroshii took a step forward on command to try to squish Reverie, who cried out and jumped much higher than her normal self ever could. She found herself floating high above the ground. Small translucent wings hovered beside each ankle while in the air, keeping the girl afloat. 

“If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up!” She cheered and propelled herself downwards, letting out a mighty cry as her eyes locked onto the Osoroshii holding her allies captive.

The monster looked up just as Reverie reached her target, striking it with enough force to make the ground rumble slightly. Twyla and Nighty flew free of the monstrous grip. They took cover as quickly as they could, admiring the confidence with which Cure Reverie fought. 

She flipped away from the Osoroshii as soon as her punch landed. She landed softly on the grass and looked up at the Ran-Ran, who stared at the girl in shock. A gloved finger and determined eyes pointed up at the monster’s creator, “I’ll fight as hard as I can! I won’t let you win!”

From her place beside Yumeno’s slumbering form, her attacker’s eyes lit up in fury. “We can’t let this Pretty Cure beat us. Osoroshii, get rid of her—NOW!” Ran-Ran screeched. 

A large fist shot out to strike Reverie, only to be stopped by her launching forward with a roar and halting the punch with her palms. The strength of the impact shook the area between them as both forces tried as hard as they could to overpower their adversary.

“I’ll protect my new home!” The pink-clad hero shouted as the Osoroshii gained a slight upper hand, being able to push her back a few inches. Even as her heels dug into the grass behind her, Cure Reverie stood her ground. “I won’t let you hurt anyone!” She declared.

 Before anyone could blink, the monster was flung backwards. “OSOROSHII!” It bellowed as it skidded across the field and came to a stop. Ran-Ran blinked from her captive’s side to hover above the shoulder of her monster. “I thought I said to get rid of her! Quit dragging this out and destroy that Precure!” She growled with malice. 

In a rapid response, the Osoroshii charged forward. Its deep shouts grew in volume as it started to release a series of swings to catch Reverie, who moved as fast as she could. She barely kept up, jumping and bending on reflex to narrowly avoid the flying fists. 

“AH!” A high scream rang out as the Osoroshii at last landed a hit, and a pink blur flew backward and crashed onto the ground. When the impact’s dust cleared, Reverie rose shakily to her feet. 

Twyla shouted in concern. “The monster can be purified, Cure Reverie! Your Clock will stop it~twi! You can do this~twi!” The two fairies moved forward as if to take the fight on themselves, but were stopped by their warrior holding out her hand. She glanced back and sent a bright smile. 

“Mhm! I don’t know why I was chosen, but being unsure won’t stop me,” She turned her eyes back to the monster, “I’m still going to give it my all!” With a final burst of energy, she sprinted forward, facing the approaching monster head on. It thrust a final punch towards her, but just as it was about to hit, her blonde hair ducked out of sight. 

Reverie slid under the Osoroshii’s form with momentum that carried her through one final strike. She delivered a powerful kick which knocked her foe to the ground one last time. 

When her target went down, the Cure Clock began to glow. She moved the wing-shaped hands through a full rotation and tapped the PreCharm at her clock’s center.

Reverie slapped her hands together. When she brought them apart, stars the size of a scholarly tome followed each hand. “Pretty Cure!” She spun around herself with extended arms; a trail of stars forming a ring around her figure. 

The ring of stars rose in tandem with her right hand and moved to hover vertically in front of her.  “Reverie,” she shot her hand forward with a raised thumb and pointer finger, “Revolution!” Her outstretched hand struck a space in the dead center of the circle, causing the ring of stars to shoot across the field with a ‘BANG’ and engulf the Osoroshii in a pink glow. 

The monster’s red light slowly disappeared, as if it were an eye closing. “Good Night!” It said groggily before it vanished in a flash.

Ran-Ran pulled at her fluffy ponytail in annoyance. “You brat!” She yelled and crossed her arms. “Looks like the Pretty Cure are going to be much more of a nuisance than we thought,” she growled through clenched teeth. 

The glass casket broke from her control and descended to meet Reverie. Ran-Ran scoffed and made to escape, vanishing with a puff of purple smoke.  

“Ms. Yumeno!” Reverie cried. She stopped in front of the glass and saw a peaceful expression on her friend’s face.

Nighty and Twyla rushed over to stand beside the pink-clad Cure and sighed in relief when they saw no harm had come to the Osoroshii’s victim. 

Reverie brought her hand up and noticed that her pointer finger had begun to glow softly. With a cheerful “Wakey, wakey,” her rescuer and tap to the tinted surface, Yumeno was freed.

Red eyes opened as she was gently laid on the grass. When the figures above her came into focus, Ms. Yumeno gave a tired chuckle. 

“Boy, do we have a lot to talk about.”

~☆~

“Ms. Mochizuki, I don’t think you realize how dangerous this task is. Pretty Cure must fight for the good of everyone. Are you sure you can handle such a heavy burden?” Yumeno asked. The two humans and pair of fairies sat on a bench not far from where Ran-Ran had appeared. 

Maika held Twyla in her lap, stroking her soft wool when she responded. “I’m positive. It might be dangerous, but I know I can handle it. Even if I fall, I know I’ll be in good hands.” She gave her friends a warm smile and went back to petting the lamb fairy.

Nighty spoke enthusiastically. “She can handle it, Eiko! The Pretty Cure are legendary warriors meant to handle anything~hoo. This girl has proven that not only is she meant to be a Precure, but now we have a fighting chance~hoo!” The blue owl boasted about the strength he had witnessed Cure Reverie fight with. He seemed to know Ms. Yumeno quite well, especially considering his lack of formality with her. 

Twyla nodded in agreement. “MaiMai is amazing! I know she can help save Sweet Dream Kingdom~twi!” The subject of her adoration nuzzled her fuzzy head as thanks for the encouraging comment.

“Since I could talk, I’ve wished to become a hero like the characters in my books.” Maika began. She wore a soft smile and looked up at the sky. “I was told it’d never happen, but today has proven otherwise. I’ll fight for you with all I've got.” 

Ms. Yumeno placed her hand over Maika’s and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I knew you were a special girl. We’re eternally grateful, dear.” She then took hold of her cane and stood up, giving the girl sitting below her a proud look. “Now, Ms. Mochizuki, let’s get to work. Are you ready?”

The soft smile gracing Maika’s face grew into a beam brighter than the stars. With the afternoon sun shining down on her, she nodded in response. 

“I’m over the moon!”

#magical girl #oc artwork #precure #precure fanseries #pretty cure #pretty cure fanseries #fancure #magical girl oc #magical girl mascot #oc writing #pretty cure oc #precure oc

[dropout-ninja]

The Hollow Knight, Bretta, Nightmare King Grimm

One of these is solely because I want to see you admit your favorite ship on main, I cannot stop myself

I think I need to not attempt ask games because I am too talkative and make long ass posts help

The Hollow Knight: What was the saddest part of the game for you? Which ending is the most sad to you?

All of it

But seriously, so many moments. I’ll throw the Nosk Den out as one, alongside the Abyss. A lot of the settings give feels, like the empty basin. The White Palace’s everything always makes me feel Emotions. A lot of the ghosts make me sad. MARMU. Agh. 

Which ending isn’t sad? That said, I am going to go with Sealed Siblings as the worst feeling ending. It feels like the one that has the most damage caused and the least hope. Dream No More is a ‘good’ ending, though, but it gives many sad feelings (just of a different nature than the long scream of SS/THK ending)

Bretta: Favorite Hollow Knight ship? Favorite fanfic?

Why you do this

I have so many ships, because I’m the type of person to read what looks like a crackship and if it’s written with crunch then now I’m shipping it (hi grimmnet). It doesn’t take much and I don’t tend to have notps, my personality is a continuous shrug (me out here sometimes reading pale nightmare and causing you unknowing psychic indigestion) 

Grollow was my first HK ship and I’d probably call it my favorite. I also really like Pale King/White Lady. Some of the more cursed ships I favor are Pale King/Radiance (or PK/Radi/WL) and Radiance/The Hollow Knight, exceptionally messy and toxic. There you go, Ashe, get me on main saying it all. 

All of yours are the answer XD (I mean it). From Eyes to W&G/Red Sky to Butterfly, sorry not sorry. Other favorites are Soul of God, Form of Moth by @basilbellona, which has been my favorite HK fic since April 2022, and In Defiance of Time (and associated oneshots) by @ganondorf--apologist. 

Now for a list of absolutely random things I’ve got in my bookmarks, which are excluding the multiple HK fics I have open but am still reading. I’m going to make too long a post just because I always want fics to get more love. Some of my other non-Ashyr favorites from bookmarks (no specific order and genre) are: Captivated, Until Dawn Shall Break, Not Too Late for Second Chances, Hold The Future With Silver Hands, Camouflage of Great Renown, It’s All Well Above Wonder Anyway, The Clock Stopped Ticking Forever Ago, Pale Revival, A Tribe Betrayed, Void Given Focus, Workshop Safety, To Reclaim A Dream, To Love A Lamprey, Moving Onward, Will Terribly, If You Will At All, I Swore I’d Have No More Knights In Shining Armor, We’re So Close But So Distant

Someday I’ll have even more to recommend when I finish reading the fics open in my tags (hi Tori fics, hello)

Nightmare King Grimm: Which boss battle was the most intense for you? The most satisfying to defeat?

What if I said Nightmare King Grimm

Each one I came across the first time I played faskfsdaf. I’m going to go with Absolute Radiance just because I remember the noises I was making on stream when I accidentally beat her in P5 the first time. But in terms of my favorite boss fight/the one I’m most satisfied about my skills in, I’ll go with the cliche of the NKG fight XD My one skill in this game is being able to absolutely bully the man and kill him hitless before the best part of his song plays. I put all my irl XP points into getting good at him. Other favorite fights are Sisters of Battle, and probably Pure Vessel even though they are gatekeeping me so hard in my all bindings P4 run and so I cry.

#ask game #fic rec #fic rec too I guess #that's what this spiraled into #oh boy #gonna flee into the swamp after this one

[aqueeracademic]

morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 14:

season 4, episode 2, “Canticle”:

- so far this season isn’t very gay 🫤

- i miss jakes ‼️‼️

- SINGGGGG BITCH

- this music video would be a target pride ad tbh

- don’t even try to say i’m wrong

- wait isn’t this episode super gay?

- IT IS

- omg

- get ready for me to go absolutely ballistic

- character hasn’t even introduced himself yet and we r already seeing his entire ass

- also can this lady stfu?

- “‘kiss me.’” “what?!”

- morse panicking every time theres even a suggestion of physically intimacy is so….

- anyways

- as someone who grew up in colorado, i forget constantly that weed has ever been illegal

- the way morse looks at the younger brother when he meets the band

- clocks the queer and is immediately interested 🥰

- i actually have 0 clue if that’s the gay one i’m just guessing

- “never did anything for me.”

- thursday smokes pot and listens to the grateful dead is my new hc for him

- “you ever tried it?” “i’m a serving police officer!” MORSE U ARE LAME BOO BOO BOO

- “you put enough beer away.”

- TELL EM THURSDAY

- “beer is brain food.”

- YOU TELL EM MORSE

- [i am fully joking. smoking is bad for you, and i would never encourage it under any circumstances. i would also never shame anyone for partaking. i do vouch for the legalization of drugs such as marijuana and shrooms tho. just do what u wanna do!]

- i love summertime because they’re all walking around in just their shirt sleeves 🥰

- thursday and morse just laughing at this lady is so real of them

- the daughter immediately becoming attracted to morse because of how he talks to her mom is the realest shit i’ve ever seen

- i am obsessed with The Wildwood

- like i said in the tiger episode, the episodes where a woman is guilty are always more interesting and this one is the PRIME example

- let’s not pretend like loads of rock songs aren’t based on poetry

- they could have been onto something 🙄🙄

- this band is a bunch of 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

- debryn choking morse ???????

- like okay

- pressing up against his back and shit

- i love these two together

- given the marching band coats they’re all wearing i wanna say this band is supposed to represent the beatles during their sergeant pepper days which had me wondering which of the beatles this writer thinks is gay

- joy pettybon is SO ANNOYING 🙄🙄

- this song is an absolute banger

- so basically the position the gay guy has in the band is the same as john lennon for the most part

- so this writer thinks john is a lil 💅

- and i respect that

- however!

- the english band that was supposed to tour with the kinks and got denied their visas was the Moody Blues so they could be referencing that band also

- THURSDAY IS SO MEAN

- pettybon’s daughter is kinda…

- jk

- free her from this hell tho!

- the way he goes 🤫 at her after she asks him not to tell about the cigarette

- i’m obsessed w him 😭

- the way her talking about homosexuals is not even an outdated argument

- like

- we have not progressed

- props to this guy for standing up for himself and other queer people

- and i hate that nick is the one she said all that homophobic shit to directly

- i know morse hated her ass

- “he’s a pervert” SHUT UR BITCHASS UP

- as a gay, i can guarantee you gay people want nothing to do w ur dirty ass kids

- “it was about love. she said it was dirty. how can love be dirty?” “well if it isn’t then i suspect you aren’t doing it right.”

- HES FUCKING GAY

- this man jessop is talking about writing about the queer experience and wondering how it can be dirty and morse tells him that if it isn’t a little bit then he isn’t doing it right

- that’s like a quadruple entendre

- he’s fucking queer and that line alone proved it to me

- also good on him for telling joy her supporters got violent with jessop

- she’s a bitch

- her performative goodwill-doing is SO ACCURATE

- HOW HAVE WE NOT PROGRESSED???

- oh this bettina girl is a hoe

- good for her!

- morse instinctively straightening up when he decided to have a drink w her 💀💀

- he’s such a whore

- this girl straight up called his life sad because he’s alone 😭😭😭

- like she’s right but goddam girl

- “you seem lonely”

- FINAL STRAW

- death by chocolate is so wild

- the way she catches morse’s eye the day after and he just looks away 😬

- “the threat was made against you. so far as i can see, you’re still here.”

- GO MORSE GO

- the way morse smiles while jessop goes off about pettybon

- and the way that after they accuse him he looks to morse

- people go to morse for comfort in every scenario i hate it here

- OMFG I HATE JOY

- her daughter has NO FRIENDS and sought comfort in an older man via CONVERSATION because her father died and she’s projecting and her mom slaps her across the face for it

- like what the fuck 😀

- i. hate. her.

- the way nick is mourning a lover this entire episode and we don’t know until the very end

- and the way that queer people had to mourn silently for lovers, dead or alive, just because they couldn’t be together

- and people still now have to do that

- i’m sick.

- this is my favorite episode if you couldn’t tell

- combines my two favorite things

- gay people and the 1960s progressive movement via its ties to rock music and bands

- like i live for this shit

- also detectives

- i love a detective

- “comparing his [nick’s] lyrics to james joyce and oscar wilde” AKA TWO QUEER AUTHORS (joyce was only alleged it’s never been proven)

- like how did people not clock him as a homosexual

- tf?

- trewlove is so real for being a serious police officer and genuinely a genius while also being a boy band fan

- the reverend literally shit himself to death

- i’m not laughing 😐😐

- morse listening to rock and roll agenda ‼️‼️‼️

- nah this girl is wild for showing up to his flat

- him letting her in is even crazier

- his face when he says “no more than usual” IM SCREAMING

- why is he so 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

- i’m gonna lose my mind over him

- her asking him if she’s gonna burn in hell and him being like 🫤 like girl he does not believe in hell

- YOU WHAT

- “i love you” GIRL WHAT?????????

- his face

- boy said

- 😮😧

- “there’s someone else” GIRL U WERE NOT EVEN ON THE ROSTER

- “nick wrote it about me”

- girl….

- and then says she’s not allowed to go to the Enchanted Place but fully lets morse go

- like queen

- she looked at nick and said I Know What You Are and then committed murder over it

- so wild!

- PLEASE IM DYING

- bro gets offered a drink and says no SO aggressively

- trying not to catch the sleeping with suspects allegations out here

- nick reaching for his drink the second barry comes up 😭😭

- i feel so bad for this kid 😀 but i’m normal about it i swear 😀

- “don’t you want to expand your mind?” translates directly to “i know ur gay and u should act on it”

- “you ever tried em [mushrooms]?” “only as part of an english breakfast.”

- and then BOTH OF THEM GIGGLING?????

- morse couldn’t help but flirt huh

- i hate him

- and then smiling at him genuinely and asking him about his interests???

- hello.

- PLEASE THE SMILE WHILE NICK EXPLAINS WHATS BEYOND THE DOOR

- AND THE WAY HIS FACE DROPS WHEN NICK SAYS “infinite love”??????

- he figures it out really early on he just didn’t want to out him

- i stand by that

- “there is no shame. no guilt.”

- and morse finally breaks eye contact and looks away??????

- this scene is so inherently queer

- and then nick finally breaking down over barry 😭😭😭😭

- and morse is just not judgmental

- he KNOWS what happened between them 😐 and he won’t out nick 😐

- i’m normal about this episode 😀

- morse refusing to look at her naked 😧 sir i need you to be normal

- “Well, i hope you’ve arrested him. Dudley Jessop. He’s an abomination in the eyes of our lord.”

- “Strangely enough, the police training manual omits to mention abominations.”

- i just want to point out that no one in this entire show defends queer people the way morse does and i feel like it’s really telling

- just like jessop, he stands up for queer people

- they are comparing the two of them

- and they juxtapose him to nick while also making it clear that there’s something similar between them

- like HELLO????

- wake up.

- writing my dissertation about this episode

- anyways ‼️

- “Thankfully, Thursday and I can remember a time when people were decent.”

- the way morse looks absolutely disgusted by her

- i love him

- morse is literally celebrating in his mind when this lady gets arrested

- he’s so fucking happy 💀

- “he’s hiding something.”

- once again, i fully believe that morse KNOWS that nick is queer

- he knows that nick was with barry

- but he refuses to out him

- morse going back to nick’s spot because he knows where he goes to escape is so…

- morse just understands the queer people in this show and i’m obsessed w it

- nick 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- justice for my boy!

- his brother is so real for keeping the girls away from him

- this girl is FUCKED for fully melting his brain to cover for herself

- i hate her

- debryn is awfully aware of the culture surrounding acid 🤨

- anything you’d like to tell us doctor?

- i like thursday referencing cain and abel

- makes u think it might have been the brother’s doing

- but no!

- i love a lil red herring

- morse finding the proof of nick’s relationship with barry 😬

- he can’t keep it on the dl now

- how unfortunate

- always sucks when ur fellow gays are tied up in murder 🙄

- “it was what he deserved.”

- GET HER BETTINA

- saying that someone deserved to die because of how they were “carrying on”???????

- ma’am

- you married a gay man

- it’s as simple as that

- there’s no need for all this hatred

- just divorce and move on there’s no need to drive people to end it all

- “she’ll be back.” “no. she won’t.”

- GET HER THURSDAY!!!!

- trewlove being a fan of boy bands is the ONLY reason morse solved this case so here’s a shoutout to all my boy band girlies out there!

- it’s me. i am the boy band girlie

- morse’s freckles 🥰🥰🥰

- the lemonade was already spiked when he drank it which means that girl was tripping ballsack and speaking completely normally

- good for her

- he drank so much 💀💀💀

- bro is about to meet god

- ope i was wrong

- nick is bisexual

- bisexual awareness!!

- OSCAR WILDE APPRECIATION

- morse being privy to the contents of a book about… actually i won’t say 🤨

- the book is called Justine by de Sade

- if ur curious

- the contents are sensitive tho so be wary

- ANYWAYS

- i always appreciate queer people from that period using oscar wilde as a means of communication or identifying other queer people

- and the fact that morse knows that off the top of his head…

- oh my god

- chris and nick 💀

- what all of you don’t know is that i assumed chris was the gay one at the beginning of the episode because i couldn’t remember which of them was gay

- and i wrote in these notes that it was him

- and then went back and deleted it because i was wrong and it was nick

- BUT I WAS FUCKING CORRECT

- CHRIS IS QUEER TOO

- i’m losing my mind

- just like morse is about to 🥰

- morse having a bad trip is so unfortunate

- it would b interesting to see him have a good trip and change his entire perspective on drugs tbh

- except that he has an addictive personality

- so it’s actually good he had a bad trip and will never even attempt drugs again!

- we won ladies

- his waist is soO SNATCHED

- morse 🥺🥺

- i don’t wanna know what he was hallucinating but yes i do

- because i’m a nosy bitch.

- “he went to hell and back.”

- thursday gets it

- morse in a wife beater agenda‼️‼️🗣️

- “what day is it?” “corned beef.” “it’s friday.”

- I LOVE THEM OH MY GOD

- i hate it here

- there’s no way that pillow is comfy

- why is it up so high

- oh my god he’s so fine

- GOOD FOR YOU BETTINA

- nah joan is foul for calling him and then not saying anything

- absolutely foul.

- to be quite honest i’m not sure i can forgive her after this little plot point

- so for anyone who isn’t privy to tarot card meanings:

- the hanged man, upright, means the person is experiencing sacrifice and martyrdom. this is obviously applicable to morse as he is very self sacrificial. martyrdom is typically defined as suffering or death to obtain sympathy; this can be applied to morse as he is intentionally being made to suffer by the people around him and it is causing people to swarm to him. we will see more of this in the future.

- the lovers, upright, represents duality and union as well as an important relationship. it is interesting that they chose to display this card upright given he keeps losing people he loves and the card in reverse (representing loss of balance and disharmony) would be more fitting. it does mean, though, that he could be seeing a relationship coming into his life that will provide him balance and unity

#this one is so long #but it’s my favorite episode #like in the entire show #i’m obsessed with this episode #i love #gay #people #endeavour #endeavour itv #endeavour morse #morse #itv endeavour

[spider-biter]

Table 25 (Steven Grant/reader)

Warnings: none

Words: a lot

Cross posted to Ao3! Reader is a host btw. This author doesn’t know how to add the read more area on mobile so 🫡

“Hey, I think we’re all good to go, just make sure the door is locked and you can leave,” I said to Becca, double checking the sections for tomorrow. Hostessing was just so fun.

“What? You getting overtime or something?” She raised her eyebrow. “Or do you have a super secret hot date right after this?” I rolled my eyes before grabbing the keys out of the drawer and passing them to her

“Shut up and lock the door or else I’ll make you stay and help the servers roll silverware,” I threatened.

“Fine by me then girl, just don’t get killed.” She quickly locked the door & double-checked it, before eyeing up table 25.

Table 25. The one that had held “mystery man” as we dubbed him. He clearly got stood up on a date, and I couldn’t help but stare at him all night. Rebecca had had an absolute field day with that.

“As if,” I scoffed, taking the keys away from her.

“You don’t know! The whole sad guy who got stood up could all be an act.” She whispered as she dug her own out of her purse.

“To do what exactly?”

“To… I don’t know!! Steal your kidneys!”

I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Fine, if I wake up tomorrow in a bath of ice minus one kidney I’ll call you. But for now go home!”

She flipped me off and then made half a heart with her pointer and middle finger before walking out the door.

I smiled and turned my attention back to the seating chart.

Check, check, and check.

Everything was all prepped for the openers, the sections were all cleared, it was just a few stragglers and….him.

Mystery man was around 5 9”, clearly British (which would’ve been -1 point but I am in London so), and had this aura about him. I would find myself glancing his way, staring at him throughout my shift. Of course my heart broke that he got stood up, I mean he looks like a 10. He was polite, even giving an old lady her quid that she dropped on the ground. And he was absolutely breathtaking.

His phone ringing snapped me out of my weird stalkerish trance.

Right. Job. Responsibilities. I signed off everything for the night and collected my things.

Punching in my number to clock out was quite possibly the slowest thing I’ve ever done. In all honesty I was dragging. What was tonight going to be except another night of the same exact thing I always do?

Sitting home alone with my cat, reading for class, taking a shower, then sleeping. I sighed. When was my life so boring? I should be out enjoying my life!!! But I’m stuck, at a shitty hosting job in a city that I’ve never even explored, with 3 friends, a cat, and no one else. Work was not the place to spiral so I quickly shoved those thoughts out of my head as I clocked out. I turned my head over to 25 to steal one last glance at mystery man.

His phone call seemed to be over, but in a very meloncholic way. His hand slowly dropped down, the phone long forgotten. He was muttering something under his breath, his brows furrowing in disbelief. It felt like slow motion, seeing his eyes get extra shiny, the aura around him completely shifting.

Something pushed me to go to him. It was one of those thoughts or impulses that shouted in your brain. It got louder

And louder

And louder.

The next thing I know, I’m 7 feet away from him and frozen.

What the actual fuck am I doing????

I don’t know him! I can’t just walk up to him and say “hi, I’ve been staring at you all night, and I have no idea who you are but should we go out on a date?” I should go home. Yep. That’s exactly what I should be doing.

Not messing with this man and his sad phone calls. Not getting involved in his life or getting lost in his eyes. Not planning out a life where we make breakfast together, study on late nights, or slow dance in our living room to Elvis Presley.

Not taking a risk that could end up being the best thing in my life.

Fuck.

The impulse was screaming in my head.

While I was having my quarter life crisis, his waiter finally came out of the back kitchen.

Time felt like it was in slow motion.

His waiter, Drew, approached him. “The kitchen is about to close sir, is there anything you would like before it does?”

I could feel my legs move towards table 25

“I- um- yeah-“ he stumbled over his words, clearly caught off guard. He cleared his throat, snapping him out of his own quarter life crisis.

Rebecca is gonna flip when she hears about this.

“We’ll have 2 house salads. No the tomatoes on mine, god I hate them.” I said. Both of them stared at me surprised as I set my bag down and sat in the plush leather chair.

“Also, please for godsakes, don’t have Allen make them. I swear to god he makes them taste like sand. Do you want tomatoes?” I asked the mystery man who was blinking at me as if I wasn’t real.

We sat in silence for all of 2 seconds before he finally caught up.

“To- oh yes! Um- sure I’ll gladly have tomatoes!”

“Strike 1.” I said smiling. “What dressing do you want?” I picked up the menu, even though I could recite all of the dressings in my sleep. Thank you training!

“Um- do you have balsamic?” He asked trying to search the menu.

Drew looked completely stunned. She had been staring at both me and the mystery man for a solid minute during the entire tomato-dressing conversation. Both I and the mystery man looked up at her when she finally snapped out of it and scribbled on her waiter pad.

“Yes! Yes we do have balsamic. You said 2 house?” She asked me.

I nodded and handed her my menu.

“One 86 tomatoes, with French vinaigrette. The other with balsamic. I’ll also take a water please. And you can just bring the check whenever, I know you wanna go home.” I smiled up at her and took mystery man’s menu out of his way, and passed it up to her. She shot me a smile of appreciation before grabbing them and hustling to the kitchen.

I turned back to MM and smiled.

Oh shit.

“Don’t forget my discount or I’ll double seat you next shift!” I quickly yelled back to her. She gave me a thumbs up out of the kitchen door.

I turned back to MM smiling. “Sorry if you didn’t want a salad” I blushed as reality finally hit me.

I’m on an impromptu date, with a random man I’ve never met, only gazed longingly at. What the actual fuck.

He seemed to be realizing the same thing too, except he also realized that I had said something.

“No! Nononono- I’m- im vegan so I was probably going to get the salad anyways- I mean I was about to go home but then you came in and now im about to eat a salad with a wonderful mystery person, who’s name I don’t even know…” he rambled.

Drew dropped a glass of water off at the table and winked at me as she went by. I flipped her off before turning back to mystery man.

“Well, to be fair I don’t know your name” I pointed out, sipping my water. He looked surprised before his eyes softened.

“Grant. Steven Grant,” he smiled

“Steven Grant. Do you normally introduce yourself like a super secret international spy or am I just special?” I raised my eyebrow.

He laughed.

And I’ve never heard anything more angelic in my life.

“Nope, ah- it’s just a you thing I guess” he smiled.

“Well Steven” I said elongating his name, “I do hope that if you are a super secret international spy, you at least bring me to one of those cool spy galas they always have.”

Just imagining this man in a full tuxedo did something that was not meant to be felt in my workplace.

He softly chuckled, “I wish- I’m just a gift shopist at the museum,”

“Do you like it?” I asked him.

“What?” He was caught off guard. He probably expected me to just nod and continue on.

“Do you like your job?” I questioned.

“I- um- yeah I guess so” he said

“Then you’re not ‘just’ a gift shopist. You’re doing something you love,” I smiled softly.

He furrowed his brow, as though he never thought of it like that. He looked up from his hands on the table and smiled at me. “Yeah- I uh- I guess so huh?”

“I promise I’m not usually this optimistic about life” I smirked.

“So it’s just a me thing huh?” He joked. My heart was going to beat right out of my chest.

“Yeah… it is just a you thing I guess” I repeated his words back to him, my chest filling with warm fuzzies.

We sat there like 2 idiots smiling before he quickly realized something.

“Well what do you do? Wait- well like obviously you host here but, besides that”

It was my turn to be embarrassed. “Um- I’m actually uh- getting my doctorate right now..” I looked away. I’ve never been this embarrassed talking about myself before. What was this man doing to me??

“Wicked!! That’s awesome, what are you studying?” He was genuinely interested. His eyes shined with excitement. I haven’t felt so validated in my life.

“Uh- The psychological theology side of ancient cultures with a focus on Egyptian and Aztec deities. Like why did they believe in these gods? Why are theirs animalistic when every other culture sees the gods as flesh and bone human?” I don’t know why I went into as much detail. Most dates I go on, they barely ask me what I do with my life, let alone the topic of my dissertation.

2 beats of silence and I wanted to bash my head through a door.

“That’s….. absolutely incredible”

What. The. Fuck.

“You think?”

“I know! That’s bloody amazing! Egyptians saw their gods as animals as a way to keep them tied to their specific nature throughout time-“ he cut himself off, as though he just realized something. “Was this entire conversation just to keep me from learning your name?” He said as a joke

“No of course not!” I said mock offended.

He leaned closer to my side of the table, smiling. “Then what is it?”

I rolled my eyes and said my name. He repeated it back.

“Ding ding ding. Although the last part might be changing soon” I smirked and stirred my drink.

“Changing? To what?” He said, very confused.

I smiled and leaned across the table. I whispered softly in his ear.

“Grant.”

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