#I'm having palpitations everywhere

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

Our favourite old man is back on his Beard Era™️

#hamish linklater #james wolk #HOW DARE HE GO OUT LOOKING THIS GOOD?? #I'm having palpitations everywhere #hamfam #the looks of a english teacher and the soul of a [redacted]

[callsign-datura]

going shopping w/ 141?

pairing: 141 x fem!reader Ghost. We love him, but he's kinda scary. Definitely holds your bags for you, and keeps a knife on him wherever you guys go if he can't carry a pistol. Walks behind you. Scary dog privileges. Wears the mask and an all-black outfit, and it doesn't matter where you're going, he will be walking right behind you and following you everywhere. Whenever you have to go to the bathroom, he'll give you his knife or just slip it into your pocket real discreetly. You were looking through some trinkets in one of the stores you went to. It was a mall, so there were a lot of stores and a lot of people. You knew he got nervous sometimes, and this happened to be one of those times. You realized because he kept scooting closer to you until your side was literally pressed up against him. "You okay?" You asked, your gaze meeting his brown eyes as he stared at you when you were going through the trinkets. He blinked a few times, bringing himself back to Earth and he gave you a stiff nod. He turned his head away and you kept looking at him for a few seconds, and you found that his gaze was trained on the front of a Hot Topic across from the store you were in. You snorted a little when you realized where he was looking, and you took his hand and led him out of the little store and towards the Hot Topic. "You wanna go here?" He asks, his voice flat and neutral but you could see the little sparkles in his eyes. You didn't really want to, I mean-- you had bought enough stuff for yourself... but you nodded and smiled at him anyway. Safe to say he ended up getting a few things there and you'd both gotten matching bracelets. Yours had a little ghost charm on it and his bracelet had a skeleton charm on it.

Going shopping with Price is a treat. This man has a notably short temper, and he'll be lingering around you the entire time and grunting the entire time about how it's so busy and he hates people. True dad right here, but he will ALWAYS pay for things for you, even if he teases you for them. You had gotten yourself a pretty dress in your favorite color, and when you came out of the changing room to show him, he practically melted but tried his best to keep it together since you were in public. "Christ, love, you're gonna give me a heart attack." You laughed all innocently as if you had not given this man heart palpitations from how pretty you looked. You walked back into the changing room and he took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing quietly as he glanced around the other people outside of the changing room area. You came back out in a goofy ass looking parakeet costume, and, well, it was a test. He stared at you in bewilderment for a few seconds, snorting and covering it up with a cough as he covered his mouth and looked away before looking back at you. "Well, it's certainly something..." He began, his gaze trailing over you as you paraded the parakeet costume in front of him, pacing back and forth and smiling triumphantly as if you liked it so much. "You gonna... You gonna make me buy that thing?" He said, tentatively, being careful to not hurt your feelings. "Well, maybe. Why? Do you not like it or something?" "No, no, love, I like it. It's just a bit..." He paused, gnawing at his bottom lip. "Eccentric." "Eccentric?" You feigned being hurt, and before he could say anything you scoffed and walked back into the changing room. "Jesus Christ, I didn't mean it like that--" and he was a bit startled when you came back out in the clothes you wore to the store, parakeet costume long discarded hanging up on the inside of the changing room and your bags on one arm. "...So, you're not gonna buy the parakeet costume?" "No, I'm not gonna buy the parakeet costume... I was fucking with you." "...oh, okay. Good..."

Soap is almost as excited about the store visit as you are! He's looking at everything you're looking at, listening closely as you describe certain things to him or complimenting you whenever you come out in something-- anything. Now, that whole thing with Price? Soap is an even better actor if you were to pull that on him. He's giggling, but he says it's because you look so good he just can't handle it. But otherwise he's very engaged, and very attentive to your emotions and more than likely able to tell when you're getting overwhelmed at the amount of people. Will offer to half the price with you. You were looking at some items in a store. You came upon a little keychain with the characters from your favorite franchise on it, and you gasped so audibly you heard Soap's neck crack when he whipped his head to look at you. He jogged over to you and looked down at what you were looking at. "...What's that?" He asked. You looked at him and went wide-eyed. You explained to him how that was your favorite franchise ever, and you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled as he looked at you and listened to you talk about your favorite franchise and your favorite characters. "Really? That's so cool." "Yeah, I'm surprised I found anything with these characters on them. Normally you can't find anything with them on it." "Let's get it." "It's like... 10 dollars..." "I'll pay half. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If ya don't get it now, I doubt we'll see it again!"

Gaz is a sweetheart when you're out with him. Is pretty engaged in conversation with you, but he doesn't really retort all that much. He's very attentive to your emotions like Soap is, but really just thinks you're pretty damn adorable when you rant about your special interests. He's smiling the entire time, making mental notes about the things you tell him so he can actually have a proper conversation with you about these things later on. Loves getting matching things, most likely buys you jewelry. You were in a jewelry store, as suggested by Gaz. He passed it and took one look at it, and dragged you inside. Your eyes bulged out of your head when you saw all the inflated prices, but Gaz didn't even bat an eye. "Look at this... isn't it so pretty?" He's showing you a necklace; it has your favorite crystal as a pendant. "That's your favorite gem, right?" He says, giving you an inquiring look as you stare at it with sparkling eyes. "Yeah, that's my favorite... it's so pretty. How much is it? Probably like 200 dollars." He checks the price tag and grimaces. "...Well, you're not exactly spot on. Upwards of that... but let's get it. It'll look so pretty with that sapphire cocktail dress you got when I take you out for dinner." He says, looking around to find a staff member to take the necklace out of the case. You look alarmed when he just brushes the price off. "Well, if it's expensive--" "Shh, don't worry your pretty lil' head about that. I'll worry about the price, yeah?" You couldn't help but nod along... especially when he gives you that charming smile.

#141 x reader #141 x you #ghost x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #task force 141 #tf 141 x reader

[kalims]

Oh my goddess, orders are open! Ahem, ANYWAYS— I wonder if I could have an Idia with a fem or gn s/o who is introverted and generally closed-faced, being a sweetheart and even shy with him, pretty please?

• Remember to drink water and take care of yourself correctly, kisses <3

– Mel 🌙🩵✨

dress,

premise.

idia forever thought his cause of death would be the permanent termination of his end game account—which in theory, is now proven wrong at the existence of a brand new thing that just might obliterate his heart.

note. thank you mel <3 you too. i, for one will gladly accept kisses from u and idia (he's downbad here LOL)

idia is having a strangely, familiar sensation.

for example—the fact that his heart is palpitating so fast is making him afraid that he'll get the same sense of doom he frequently gets whenever this happens. like when he's the one that the professor chooses to answer a question up front. just his luck cause it absolutely sucks in real life just as much as his chances of winning that rare character.

but no, there isn't an impending sense of doom that sends him to the edge. no cold sweat forming on the skin of his neck, nor does it protrude from his clammy hands. it's weird, he feels warm rather than the cold it usually accompanies.

he needs to visit a doctor.

he gulps thickly. sending a lightning fast glance at your direction then averting it even faster. oh my god, your hand just brushed against his.. was it intentional? no, no—it mustn't be. you wouldn't waste your time doing that.

but you might even look more tenser than he is.

despite the attempt at flushing down the tightness in his throat, his words still break off into a croaky stammer that just sends his face into a grimace because, did he sound like that? "I'm.. I'm really sorry, you didn't have to do this," he says, looking away with those eyes that just screams a mixture of 'I hate it all.' and 'I'm so scared.'

his eyes in comparison to yours, dull significantly in terms of greatness. cause as rare as it is for your eyes to meet, he'll always marvel at the lush hue your eyes are colored with—and god, your lashes. so pretty, so, so pretty.

he sulks. he doesn't deserve this.

"it's alright," you answer in response, voice quiet but it's the only thing he ever hears despite the myriad of people quite nearly squishing the both of you. the crowd is large, and noisy. so he isn't sure why he's suddenly the greatest listener when you speak. "I'm glad you thought of... inviting me along, I know you're quite passionate about it."

passionate is not a strong enough word, it could be an incorrect word to use even. he supposes it's just a nice feeling to excel—be good at something.

but with how hot his heart is probably burning, maybe passionate really is the right word.

for you that is.

most likely idia's ideal type of player two <3 someone he can keep up with, not too fast and certainly not too slow. but either way, he’s probably having a heart attack at whatever you do. literally just sleeping? his heart… playing with him? please match avatars at once or he will combust. (and yes, he is hinting even though you already match everywhere else. had a house in a game, got married in a game.)

don’t even pull out the fact he buys you the currency to match and you feel bad cause he thinks it’s too cute. you need to stop or else he will buy you more.

speaking of more in game terms, he surprisingly garners a lot of attention online maybe because he’s endgame in every single account he’s made and many people like money so… there are many attempts at ‘rizzing’ him up but in the end he’s provoking them to screenshot it and report them as online daters.

^ says THE online dater.

still reports people if they flirt with you, but compared to his. not only is it a file for online dating he somehow dug up the dirt, the monstrous things they did like… 3 years ago and now they’re gonna get suspended. It’s concerning since he was talking with you animatedly during it and he somehow also exposed them all in 10 minutes.

did the see you again trend in secrecy cause he would rather leap down a hole to hell than let people see it. In any case… if it isn’t obvious he’s the lala, you the okok.

deluded himself, is convinced that he’s actually the nonchalant, ‘cool’ one but all he is, is a literal puddle. is still solid when standing but will be putty in your hands in SECONDS.

idia is secretly really proud of himself whilst being like: how did i even pull them. cause when he looks at your face when you’re talking to other people. he’s actually kind of scared cause it’s a really wondrous thing you never once looked at him like that… (please save his mind too. he’s trying to convince himself that you must be like this, soft person he knows to other people too and not just him because that’s just crazy right haha.. hahahaha…)

the type to tell you to stand back during raids, challenges, boss fights, etc…  that all you need to do is be there, and that he’ll solo it for you and you can claim your rewards even though he gave you the rarest, strongest equipment in respective games which won’t be much use at this point cause he insists he do it for you, and sulks all day if you don’t let him.

stay at home couple >>>

will order every single thing you crave during those times he’s too shy to consider date nights, and you too so it’s like an unspoken thing. he honestly plays better when you’re inside his room, even if it’s just laying on his messy bed scrolling on your phone or munching on something.

it’s just complete, comfortable silence.

except for the time one of you accidentally makes an indirect flirty comment and now the room could be considered a sauna from the literal steam only two people emitted. 

really, really, really, REALLY, likes it when your head is on his shoulder.

“─ean.. no one really asked for it, the nerf was completely unnecessary and─” the words poured out of his mouth, something uncontrollable that he couldn’t stop. there is something about you that just kicks down the layer of anxiety on him. comfortable might be the right word, even if you don’t talk that much (which is surprising cause he ends up being the talkative one and you always assure him that you like to listen.) somehow the thought: am i too annoying? doesn’t really pop up like usual.

in fact, he’s excited to ramble all about it. excited to hear your thoughtful hums, excited to see your attentive eyes on him since the first word he’s said─but it isn’t. because he looks up and you’re blinking haphazardly, thrice in a second and before he panics to shut his mouth he feels the soft slump of your head against the curve of his shoulder.

oh my god, oh my god, oh my g─

if idia had half of his mind he would scream instinctively at the weight he isn’t really accustomed to feel. actually, even if he did have his entire brain connected, and his thoughts coherent he still would. but he bites the inside of his cheek cause despite the chaos that just erupted in his mind which is somehow simultaneously blank, and swirling.

and he remembers midst his confusion that you are,

asleep.

you’re asleep on his shoulder

you’re asleep.

asleep on his shoulder.

on. his. shoulder.

he resorts to the screech in his head.

his shoulder─is so terribly stiff right now to the point where he thinks that sleeping on a hard, wooden surface would be surely more comfortable rather than where your head lays. he makes an effort to relax his muscles, tell himself that it’s only you and that there’s nothing wrong but there is something wrong because it’s you! idia dares to sneak a peek at you and your closed lids only confirm your unconscious state.

and careful with each nudge his movement makes sends to your head. idia can’t resist the hands that creep up his face and bury it, to hope all the embarrassment and whatever he’s feeling right now absorbs it right out of his face because god. he knows he looks like he just ate 10 bowls of lilia’s cooking.

he would scream, he really would. a second thought but you’re on his shoulder!

you, who rarely touches him too much.

on him.

him, who gets too flustered to be touched by you.

so he feels pretty obligated to just suck it up cause he’s enjoying the moment even if you aren’t conscious right now and he sure as hell is going to, for as long as he can.

idia releases a deep sigh, long and wistful because he’s gonna die before you even wake up.

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed ! #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fluff #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #x gn reader

[juno-of-wonderland]

the red hood and the gentle wolf

tw: gn reader, a little spooky

I believe that in your life, you have already heard the story Red Hood, no matter the variation of this story, there will always be the human and the wolf… here it will be no different.

Your family always spent their holidays in a mountain house, you, your parents, uncles, cousins and grandparents never missed the tradition and you loved it when that time came, no more than your maternal grandmother, this lady was thrilled every time she arrived at the house. home, which sometimes worries you and your family because she would simply disappear for a few hours and come back saying "I just took a walk in the forest, what an unnecessary fuss, I'm old, not dead". However, one day you managed to follow her, entering the large dark forest, entering a cave and… your grandmother was gone! how was that possible, there was no other entrance, just a mirror, wait a mirror? Why is there a mirror in a cave? there were so many questions in your head, but you felt like that mirror would answer them. with slow and determined steps, you stood in front of the mirror… no reflection, a big black void, it gave you goosebumps, but you needed to find out what happened to your grandmother. reaching out your hand, touching the mirror, the surface ripples and when you least notice it, you are being sucked into the mirror, the feeling was like being in water, but you could breathe, not that it comforted you.

you are thrown out of the mirror, like someone unwanted, falling face first into a soft, icy surface, you open your eyes and see snow, you were in a snowstorm, surrounded by a forest of tall trees. You get up, taking your red coat off your waist and putting it on, looking for warmth and comfort, you look around and don't see your grandmother or anyone else. You start walking through the woods, always looking back so as not to lose sight of the mirror, afraid of losing the only way you have to return. As your new adventure unfolds, you wonder how this was possible, a magic mirror that teleports you, was your grandmother a witch? Did she dabble in the occult? Did she have a contract with the devil? You had collapsed in the forest and this is all a long lived dream? They all disappear with the feeling of being watched, you look everywhere, there is no one, not even a single living soul, you keep walking, praying that it's all in your head… but it wasn't… When you look back again, you find glowing golden eyes, its fur so white you can barely distinguish it from the landscape, but you've seen this animal in more movies and documentaries than you can count, a wolf, a huge wolf. out of pure instinct, you run, the fastest you have ever run in your life, your heart filling your ears with its rapid palpitation, and fear, pure fear filled your veins and in the midst of the chaos you heard the footsteps of the wolf next to you. side, chasing you, hunting you, you would die here and no one would ever find your body for your family to mourn. As if fate wanted to laugh at you some more, you end up tripping over the roots of a tree, again with your face on the ground, you give yourself over to death, no longer able to escape, it's over, you close your eyes and wait for the The beast's teeth in your skin, but the only thing you gain is getting up off the ground, your feet not touching the ground, this left you confused, you look back and there is a boy with brown skin, yellow eyes like a wolf and white hair and wolf ears…what… "that's good, you didn't faint, if you're going out in a blizzard like this, dress warmly, if you can't handle it, stay home" the boy said in a stoic voice. you blink, not believing your eyes, a wolf boy, the two of you remain in an awkward silence before he speaks again "hey, are you okay?", you answer yes, he puts you down and asks you what you is doing in the forest, you say you came after your grandmother, he furrows his eyebrows before starting to walk in silence, you follow him, the wolf boy being your only support, you put your hands in his red coat and ask his name from him. "Jack"

The path was smoother thanks to Jack, upon arriving at the cabin of what you assume to be his family…or should you say pack? You are welcomed by curious children, a worried woman and your grandmother! She tugs your ear and says that was dangerous and you complain that this happened because she keeps secrets while they enter the cozy house. They take off your wet red hood and place you in front of the fireplace and hand you a cup of hot chocolate, you appreciate their kindness. your grandmother sits down and explains everything. when she was seventeen, she had gone into the forest, wanting to explore the forest, then she found the cave and the mirror and like the adventurous woman she was, she touched it, ending up here, but it wasn't in a storm, that's what she found a lost little girl, Jack's mother took care of her until she found the other wild men, they thanked her and rewarded her with several things, but the best gift she received that day: it was their friendship, she laughed a little still remembering the questions that some children asked. "why are your ears so small?" "Why don't you have fangs?" "why are your eyes like that?" You also laughed a little at that, they offered you some cookies and your grandmother continued telling stories from her time, Jack arrived later and sat next to her, that moment was really fun.

here you started a new tradition with your grandmother, under the pretext of going on a trail in the forest, the two of you came to visit the wolves, you and Jack getting closer as time passed, and you realized that even with your face it would be and Indifferent at times, he cared a lot about everyone around him.

"hey big bad wolf, what big ears you have" "…do you really think I'm evil and have big ears, little red hood?" Jack said jokingly.

"hehe, you know better and...why that face?" Jack wasn't paying attention to you but was sniffing the air, a troubled expression on his face "let's go back to the cabin" "ok..."

An arrow burst into the air, but Jack was quick enough to dodge it, growling in the direction the object came from. you get scared and get ready to run.

"that was a good move Messier wolf" a melodic voice said right next to you, making you jump and stumble, but your wrist is grabbed, stopping you from falling "i'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" a man with bowl-shaped blonde hair said, still holding you. Both you and Jack were impressed by the speed and stealth with which the man appeared at your side, Jack growled and pulled you into his arms, this only made the man laugh, you realized he was carrying a crossbow in his hand. "interesting, I've never seen any wolf be so protective of food" "f-food? he would never do that!" the man remained silent with a serious expression before smiling again…this guy is strange.

"and how can I be sure? the several disappearances happening lately" you look at Jack "that's why you guys are so protective of me and grandma?" he nodded.

You were determined to protect Jack, but when you opened your mouth to speak, a scream echoed through, all three of you tensed up. Jack hurried to get you out of there while the man hurried to go to the scream. Jack wouldn't say anything as he dragged you by the hand, he wouldn't say the smell of blood that flooded your sensitive nostrils, the protective instinct that rose with it. Jack never took you to that part of the forest again and you didn't insist on going either.

author's notes: the first time I kept an eye on the number of words, my goal was to reach 1000 and I'm happy to have passed! It was so fun to write this and at the same time stressful, anyone who has been here since the beginning knows that my mother tongue is not English, so there may be a lot of mistakes, even if I have proofread there will still be mistakes, I decided to do something very basic because I'm terrible at horror and didn't want something very romantic

thanks @twistedchatterbox and @jade-s-nymph for the opportunity

without further ado HAPPY HALLOWEEN

#Spooky Chattering 2023 #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twst #jack howl #jack twist #twst jack #Jack #halloween event #halloween 2023

[lunalillyhbhb]

Lea's home

Chapter 2 pt.2

The climb up to her room is filled with worry, anxiousness and a little bit of lust.

My thoughts are running everywhere: I don't want to be fired; I hope she hasn't found out; I want to steth her; I hope Lea's safe; How did she learn about this; I want to palpate her neck vein; I need to fix this; I want to palpate her heart; I want to keep my job; I need to steth her-

Just a jumble of all too many things.

Before I know it, I'm at her door. I hear the shower going inside. I lightly knock on the door and hear a soft "come in". I make sure the corridor is empty, and slip inside her room. My heart pounds as I scan the room and wait for her to come out.

Promptly I hear the shower turn off, and after a few seconds Mrs. Nicole emerges from her bathroom, draped in nothing but a bathrobe, her hair wet and dripping, her face flush from the warm water, but with her glasses still on. She locks her foxy eyes on me, and walks towards her bed and sits on it, before tapping the space beside her motioning me to sit beside her on the bed.

"How've you been doing?" she asks, her silky voice alluring me, holding me in place.

"I'm doing well Mrs. Nicole. Lea and her family has treated me well, and work is going smoothly." I speak fast and slurred, trying to focus on calming my nerves. I quickly sneak a glance at her breasts against my wish and quickly flick my eyes away, noticing her very clear pulse on her neck and under her left breast, pounding away steadily and at a slightly quick pace, probably from the shower.

What I wouldn't give to place my steth there-

"And how is college? Is your studies progressing smoothly? I hope nothing's hindering your progress towards your goal" her voice is dropping steadily, doing things to me. A warm sensation grows in my lower abdomen.

"Everything's going smooth Mrs. Nicole, I'm keeping up to date with all my material." Why's she bringing up this small talk?? Is this a way to intimidate me? Is she indirectly threatening to ruin my college life?

"That's great, my dear" she says, with a hand reaching towards me a stroking my cheek. Is she....by any chance.....drunk?

"Mrs. Nicole, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?" I mean, she did call me to her room, and she has yet to tell me why.

"I hear you're a medical student, yes? You see, I am getting old, and with my age I am noticing a few problems. Every now and then, I feel slightly out of breath, and my heart palpates a lot. It lasts for a few minutes at a time. Do you have any idea what these symptoms are?"

Omg. Is this what I think it is? This can't be real. She's asking me about a heart related issue? How do I interpret this? Is she genuinely asking for my advice, or is she insinuating that she knows I do "heart checkups" on Lea?

Wait.... whatever it is, doesn't this also mean that this is my chance to finally palpate her? Finally, after dreaming about it for so long, I finally have a (questionable) reason to palpate her beautiful breast.

"are you currently feeling palpitations?" She nods eagerly, her eyes widening a bit.

"I might need to palpate your chest area, do you mind?"

"Yes dear, please, and feel free to move around my boobs, I know they're in the way and I've seen doctors having to move them aside."

I waste no time and immediately palpate over her bathrobe, above her breasts and slowly make my way down. I gently untie the front of her robe and palpate her sternum, feeling a slight sternal heave. My brain is now divided into 2 parts: Analyzing the meaning behind a sternal heave, and bathing in the sensation of how amazing her heart is. I make my way to her point of maximal impulse, and it's almost like her heart is eager for me to touch it, pushing its apex as close as possible for me to feel it with minimal efforts.

"Wow Mrs. Nicole, your heart is really amazing" I say, quickly following up with "I can feel a heave, but I might need a stethoscope to carefully listen to the valves before I give any further advise. Unfortunately I don't have mine on my right now..."

She gets up and quickly makes her way to a small compartment in her desk and pulls out a Littman stethoscope and makes her way back to me. She stands in front of me, and hands me the steth. "Wear it" She commands, and I put it on without missing a beat.

I start putting things together slowly: Why does she have a steth? How does she know that sometimes doctors move breasts of heavier build people to properly hear their heart? I can't believe I'm thinking this, but is it remotely possible that....she's a cardiophile, like me? Or is this just my wishful thinking?

"Steth me, now." She orders, and i place the cold steth on her bare skin, in the pulmonic position and there I hear it: the beautiful strong heartbeat of a sexy woman, right at my fingertips.

Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump

I stutter out a "It looks fine Ma'am."

She removes my hand of her chest and beckons me to get up. She then leans on the headrest of her bed, scoots her legs over to one side, and pats the other side.

"This position might help you hear clearer."

My mind is completely blank. I do as she says and obediently sit. She then says "I gave you the tool, now use it properly. Steth me."

I go in order saving the best for the last, first her aortic valve, her pulmonic, her tricuspid, and finally my favourite: the mitral valve.

Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump

As I go in order, her heart rate picks up from a 90 bpm to a 120 bpm, and she now starts panting, her cheeks becoming more flushed. Her pounding heartbeat is becoming more and more visible, her PMI becoming more clearer and prominent. Her neck veins are pulsating hard, and it takes all my will power to not feel it. She places one of her hands on my own and pushes it strongly to her chest.

"What are you hearing? Describe it to me."

"I hear your valves, pushing hard and fast. It sounds beautiful and strong." All my medical knowledge leaves me, and I am left alone with my leud thoughts, my pounding heart and the most beautiful muse in front of me. All I would ever need.

"I can make it go faster.....for you....." she says, slowly, looking at me intently. With her eyes fixed on me, she pulls my other hand toward her chest, slowly caressing herself with my hand. Her eyes flutter close and she bites her lip, stifling a small moan threatening to escape.

"Your heart... it's pounding so hard.... I want it to go faster."

She looks at me surprised. Now I'm the one giving her instructions. It seems to have caught her off-guard. I stop stething her and she whimpers a bit. I pull off her glasses, revealing her full face, cute and flushed, now seemingly under my control.

"Don't stop your moaning. Moan for me. Make your heart go faster for me." Her hands have become weak and fall away, and allows my fingers to play around her nipple which has been hard for a while, begging for attention. I rub it slowly, twisting it and squeezing it gently, watching the once strong woman crumble under my touch, her fierce face melting into a flushed mess due to my touch.

I fully understand why she called me to her room. She's wanted this from me. She must've noticed me staring at her and knew I was the one she needed. The way her body quivers, tells me she's wanted this for a long time now. Getting drunk was her way of letting it happen. So now, I must give her what she's asked for.

"My heart's beating fast, steth me" she tries taking control but I don't budge. I look at her coldly, waiting for that magic word.

"Please!" She begs. That's more like it. I put my weight against her body and press the steth into her chest, and she moans. The warm feeling was now fully raging in my clit, throbbing with my heartbeat.

"Can I *huff* please... listen *huff* to yours? Please?"

I remove the steth, my ears feeling lonely, and place them in hers, and guide the bell to my own apex. My heart leaps out with excitement, hammering away strongly, as if showing her who's heart is best.

"Touch yourself" I order her, and her hands go down and insert inside easily, her underwear wet in anticipation. She rubs her clit and listens to my heartbeat hammering inside, pounding harder as I watch her twitch and moan. My heart is doing this to her. I did this.

She tried to reach for my vulva but I swat her hand away, "Did I tell you to do this? No. You only touch what I tell you to." She whimpers and nods.

Seeing this strong and powerful woman obey my every word is everything I've dreamed of with her.

I lay down on her chest, listening to her raw heartbeat. This pushes her to her climax, and I feel the wave of orgasm hit both of us. As I continue to touch her nipples, and slip my other hand into her clit and rub sensually with her fingers, both covered and wet, panting and heaving, her moaning loudly. With a final quiver, she cums and collapses down into the headrest, and I leaning on her chest. We listen to each other's heartbeats in silence till we both calm down and our breathing gets regulated.

"I've wanted you to listen to my heart since Lea introduced you here" she says, in between small breaths. "I also noticed how your relationship changed recently and how she watches your heart every time you're in the room. I wanted that for me, too."

I look at her, mildly shocked that she noticed. Maybe it takes one cardiophile to understand another.

"I thought I lost that, but I noticed you never stopped looking at me. Every time you're in the room my heartbeat picks up and you notice it. Every time it shakes visibly, you're the only one who notices. I've wanted you for a long time, and I was happy when it looked like you wanted me too."

I'm filled with happiness, and am so grateful that she was on my side. I knew that Mrs. Nicole would never betray me, and that I could trust her and her heart. Because today, her heart was mine to control. She belonged to me.

I let her listen to me for a while until she fell asleep, and I monitor her heart go back to a steady 60 bpm. Her neck veins go back to being slightly visible, and her apex pulses against her chest slowly.

I let my fingers linger on her neck, her breast, her nipples and her clit, slowly massaging it. I finally get up, turn off the light, and leave the beautiful Mrs. Nicole alone.

I pack up my things and leave the house, just on time to see Lea pulling up. I wish her good night knowing that if I stayed a bit longer she would call me to her room as well, and I'd had enough work out for now.

As I reach home, I think on how now, I have 2 very different yet very beautiful hearts that belong to me, and how I look forward to playing with them in the future.

#female heartbeat #cardiophile fic #heartbeat fic #wlw #stething #cardiophile #fast heartbeat

[elixrr]

HEIZOU X READER

DATE / WALK AT WATATSUMI ISLAND

IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH MAN I NEED THI

Walk At Watatsumi Island,

ft. Heizou | GN!Reader

Moonlit skies illuminated your figure, the iridescent hues caught in the eyes of the stars to reflect onto you, casting away your shadowy silhouette, brightening your colors for the now breathless Heizou to see.

Where has the flirtatious detective gone? He's supposed to be right there, but...

Heizou's confident and flirty air began to waver at the sight of each sparkling star in the sky glimmer around you, like you were the true center of the universe.

You are the center of his universe, though.

He held his breath and stood silent for a while there, lost in the mesmerizing and romanticized thoughts about you that flooded his mind.

Your figure is so clean, so dignified in this lighting, and he simply couldn’t get enough—

“Oh, Heizou?” You killed the beautified silence with your voice and shattered all his fun fantasies with your smile. “You're right on time!”

His heart pounds, the rhythmic palpitation driving him nuts... Heizou remains forever stunned at how you, ravishing you, can steal all of his focus and drain him of all his confidence without a first thought.

Nevertheless, the detective coughs into his hand in recollection. He simply can't let you see him like this! Oh, so vulnerable he was for you.

“My, aren't you dazzling today, darling?” His shield, his cover to mask the ache in his heart that's screaming to squeeze the life out of you and spill just about a thousand other praises for you.

You cough, blushing just a little at the compliment, though you've grown used to his antics.

“Thanks.. But we should head off soon. The moon is out shining tonight, and I want to spend as much time with you beneath it before the clouds come back to cover it.”

Heizou smiles at your bashfulness,

“Alright then, let's head off, shall we?”

You smile back,

“Let's.”

You take the first careful step forward, your eyes and feet guiding your way and his way on this date.

“Let's check out thay waterfall first!”

You beam a smile at him, a smile that he's sure is brighter than the sunlight itself. He nods in agreement.

“Sure, honey pie.” He smiles back at your glowing self, taking your hand and leading you to the place you pointed at.

The night's breeze whirled and brushed against you and your lover as you both passed through, splashing each other playfully with the hyper streams of the waterfall.

It was like a child's whimsical dream, running and playing around the clearest, cleanest waters of Watatsumi, or perhaps the cleanest water in all of Inazuma. Playing around like there was nothing to care about in the world, playing around like the world only consisted of you two, and nothing would stand in the way of your fun—

of your love.

Drenched and tired from the giggles and splashes, you and Heizou took a short rest near a much smaller waterfall, slowly filling a pond to meet the lake next to it. Heizou guides you to one of the large, dry seashells that make up Watatsumi Island, sitting you down and breathing a sigh of relief and relaxation.

“That,” Heizou starts off, panting, “was awesome. That was the most fun I've had in a while! I'm glad to have taken the rest of the day off— especially for you.”

Heizou turns his head to look at you, only to see you smiling as your eyelids plea to close. You were tired, the day was long for the both of you, and he heard you mumble,

“Yeah, I agree...” You yawned and slowly turned to look at him.

Now it was your turn to be amazed.

The soft blue glow of the waterfalls beamed against Heizou's back, blessing his figure with an opalescent glow, darkening slightly when his shadow faced towards you.

The way his hair was drenched, dripping onto his clothes and the area close to him; the way the water droplets rolled down from his forehead, from his cheeks, from his everywhere— everything spoke of beauty, and nothing more.

Then, noticing your fixated gaze, he smiled at you— a smile so soft and genuine, further illuminated and beautified by the glow of the moon and atmosphere.

You fully processed how you were so in love.

You smiled back and sighed, your back falling towards any surface behind you, but your back touched nothing but the grassy fields behind you.

“Heizou?” You spoke, further catching all of his attention, “Can I, uhm.. Lay my head? On your shoulder?”

The moment you asked that question, Heizou never thought he could answer so fast in his life. But the realization didn't hit him too hard, not when he felt your hair brush against his neck, and the weight of your head shift onto his shoulder, scooting ever closer until you found a comfortable position.

He gasped slightly when you spoke up again.

“Thank you, darling.” You barely whispered, and you began to nod off.

The darling doubts that he'll be able to calm his palpitation for the rest of the week.

#character x reader #genshin fic #genshin impact fic #genshin x reader #heizou #heizou x reader #heizou x you #shikanoin heizou #heizou shikanoin x reader #genshin x y/n #character x y/n #fluff #fic #fanfic #romance #genshin #genshin impact

[greentrickster]

Okay y'all, listen up, because this evening I went on an Odysseus-style odyssey, in that what was meant to be a quick jaunt with minimal difficulties turned into a multi-hour trip where I was thwarted every step of the way.

As all good disasters do, it started off well enough. My mom informed me that a local, extremely large booksale is on today and I decided to go, because yay, books!

Then my dad, who was in the same room at the time, generously pulled out his wallet, handed me some cash, and told me to go buy myself a book! So even better, free book(s) and no requirement to return the change! Jackpot! I drive to the booksale in high spirits! Arrive! Enter the building!

...

What the heck, why are there so few tables?! What has happened to this booksale, it's in an area the size of a full-sized basketball court and usually it's full of tables covered in books! There's maybe an eighth of that! It doesn't even have a sci-fi/fantasy section. It's, quite possibly, the most tragic I've ever seen this booksale look, and I'm unable to find anything to my taste there.

However, like Odysseus before me, I don't assume failure at the first hurdle - I was told to buy myself a book, but I was never told where I had to buy it! To the local bargain outlet, which has all sorts of delights to offer, including books, and I've found some good ones there before! Not tonight, apparently, but, like. It's happened.

So that's... less than fun.

Also, I'm starving at this point, because I left at five-ish and haven't had supper yet. So, since this place sells food, I grab a box of soft strawberry granola bars for $2, because my money tonight is for literature, not sustenance, and I'm not out yet! There's still Barnes & Noble, the local mega-chain bookstore, which I have mixed feelings about! But it's my last option at this point and, hey, graphic novels! Manga! All sorts of exciting new releases! I was just there a week or two ago and even wrote some titles down while I was there!

My friends, I walked all over that store and perused books for two hours, and I found nothing that sparked enough joy to accompany me home. I did find a couple with minor potential, and one that gave me heart palpitations and made me regret the choices that had led to this point in my life, but nothing I felt the desire to own, you know?

My feet hurt, because I wore the cheap sandals that are only good for short expeditions. It was late. I wanted to go home and get a mom hug to help with the trauma that came with the heart palpitations.

But I had no book.

I had not fulfilled my mission.

A state of events that was simply unacceptable.

Unfortunately, as I mentioned, it was also about eight at night and everywhere around me other than a few grocery stores tend to start rolling up the carpets within an hour or two. So, in an act that would make Odysseus proud, I rearranged my strategy! I would use the cash to buy the Christmas gift I've been meaning to get for my dad (I get my holiday shopping done early), then go home and buy a couple books I'd been eyeing on Amazon!

Books would be purchased!

Triumph would be had!

I got home and discovered, as Odysseus did, that not all was the pleasant peace I had left it in! Except instead of a bunch of entitled suitors trying to marry my wife and steal my throne, the internet had gone down five minutes before I opened the door.

I chose to do the mature thing in order to gain Athena's favour by screaming into a pillow. About twenty minutes later, the internet turned back on! Success!

I discover Amazon has upped the amount you need to spend to get free shipping from $25 to $35 as of September 8th, because they are an evil mega-corporation and not my friend! Rage!

However, still rich with Athena's blessing, and in dire need to prove that if Odysseus can do this then so can I, I made one last-ditch effort... and went and asked to use my parents' Prime account to get free shipping for my order.

And thus my books were finally ordered, and, like Odysseus, I am at last triumphant, but boy golly, that was 90% more effort than it needed to be, what the heck, what sort of sick, dystopian future am I living in that I finally have my own money to get books but can't guarantee the bookstore will have anything I want to buy?!?

#my life #books #a modern day odyssey #this was so much more effort than necessary

[primoredial-jade]

hiii congrats on 500 !!! <3

may i have a drabble with kazuha + amaryllis flowers + almond tofu? :D

WELCOME TO:

jade’s 500 fabulous feast special!

prompt: the wind will always lead him back to you.

pairing: kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

cw: fanon regarding kazuha’s bandaged hand, descriptions of burns, minor spoilers of kazuha’s story quest, minor spoilers of kazuha’s family history, love confessions, mutual pining, reader resides in inazuma, some angst, happy ending*

to my dearest @kazucafe 🤍

"how long will you be gone for this time?"

kazuha feels a deep ache in his heart at your innocent question.

this time, because he had already left you behind in inazuma countless times already in his pursuit for freedom, this time, because there would be many more in the future where he would have to leave again.

the wind blew gently around you two. he could smell the faint traces of melancholy, of grief, and of longing.

"the alcor will likely finish with its round trip in two months time," he answers after a beat of silence, "i will return back then," to you.

you hum in response, fiddling with the grass underneath your fingertips. here, sat atop the highest peak of araumi with the one person you had tried so hard to not fall in love with, it was hard not to get emotional.

when he initially left, it was not exactly on his terms. he had been a fugitive on the run, wanted dead or alive by the nation he used to be able to call his home. ever since his travels with beidou, kazuha had found love for wandering. he wanted to explore the world, see what everything had to offer, as his father had wished.

you understood, of course you did.

"just like the wind, you belong everywhere and anywhere all at once," were your final words to him before he went on the run. he had taken your words with him everywhere he went, reminded of your pretty eyes and teary smile.

"it'll be a long trip," you began, turning to him, "let me re-bandage your hand before you leave?"

a wistful smile appears on his face. there was only one person ever allowed to see the admittedly grotesque injury on his hand after gaining possession of his dying friend's vision, and that was you.

kazuha easily surrendered his hand into yours, watching as you carefully unraveled it to show more of his skin. once the final linings dropped to the ground, you could only stare in muted shock at what greeted you, despite having seen it many times in the past.

gashes of charred, burned skin accompanied battle scars that had healed over time. this was the hand of a samurai, one of the strongest people you knew. he trusted you enough to show you one of his very few weaknesses, and that made your chest palpitate.

in silence, you applied a salve to dull the ache that he undoubtedly suffered during battle. kazuha's fingers involuntarily flexed whenever your fingers trailed over his palm. despite many of the nerves there lost after the burns, your touch still sent electric shocks through his body.

you took your time to wrap a fresh bandage over his hand, and he noticed the way your hands were shaking.

"something on your mind?"

you smile sadly, finishing up with his bandages before rebutting, "always so attentive."

kazuha shifts his gaze to overlook the sea, breathing a deep sigh when he feels you release his hand. "any matter of yours is of great concern to me, i hope you know that."

"did the wind say that?" you attempt to joke, but his ruby red eyes now focused on you conveys the truth behind his words. you falter, pursing your lips to get ahold of yourself. "i'm just going to miss you, kazuha."

he doesn't say anything for a long moment. you can practically hear your heartbeat in your ears at your confession, unsure of what his reaction— or lack thereof, means. before you can stutter out an apology, kazuha firmly takes one of your hands, eyes full of determination and love.

"i'm sorry," he says, voice cracking. it makes your own tears spring to your eyes.

"i underestimate how much impact my voyages have on the people who care about me. i'm always thinking about you," he admits, eyes softening as he looks at your face, "everywhere i go. always."

a watery laugh escapes your mouth at his confession, so inexplicably joyful that you consume his thoughts just as much as you do his.

"i'll be waiting for your return," you say, tightening your hold around his. "no matter how long it takes. i'll be right here."

kazuha lets out a shuddering breath, bringing your conjoined hands to his mouth. the sweet, warm press of his lips to your knuckles sets your heart ablaze, heat running up your neck.

kazuha was like the wind. unpredictable, always moving, never staying in one place.

still, the wind would always find a way to come back home to you.

—amaryllis flowers - pride, strength, determination, love

—almond tofu - a warm kiss on the back of the hand

#jade's 500 fabulous feast special! #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #reader insert #kazuha fluff #genshin x you #genshin impact #kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha imagines #kaedehara kazuha | primoredial-jade

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 2.27.2024

I met all three of my goals for last week, which is good, I guess. Number one was to stop being manic about my stupid fanfic, which I did, but I half-regret, because maybe I would be done by now, if I had just shot the anxiety curl, but that's neither here nor there, I suppose. I did finish Chapter 9a, and sent Chapters 7 and 8 to the beta, which were the other things I said I wanted to do. I, in fact, managed to make a dent in Chapter 9c, as well (Chapter 9b is like a little interlude thing, which may or may not get subsumed into Chapter 9c, depending on how long it comes out)

I am so close to being done, and I feel like it ought to be easy to push it over the finish line, but it hasn't. I've been feeling pretty down on it for the last few days. I'm not super-happy with the way the last few chapters have been turning out, but on the other hand, I'm not sure I have any way to make them better. I think a lot of it may just be that I have been working on this fanfic for so long that I'm kinda sick of it. :\

I took a little bit of a break today--I finished a book I was reading, and I made sort of a rough draft version of a banner, mostly because I'm still trying to nail down the title from a couple of different variations, and I was hoping that seeing it visually would be helpful. Based on that, the current frontrunner is Damage History (the other two options are Past Damage and Prior Damage, please feel free to tell me if you have any opinions).

I just did the math and apparently I crossed the six figure mark this week: the thing currently stands at 100,731 words (+7,004 for last week...really? How did I manage that???) I have two and a half scenes left to go, one of which is supposed to be short and one of which is the epilogue. There's also at least one scene that I'll probably try to rewrite a bit, I dunno. I guess the goal for next week is to finish the thing??? All of this feels extremely unreal.

Anyway, you've all been incredibly patient with me, so here's another preview. This is from one of the flashbacks in Chapter 2, and if it seems vaguely familiar, it's because it's one of the parts that got spun out of the old Renji-breaks-an-arm story.

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Much like Kitajima himself, the shop had looked a lot better the last time Renji had seen it. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere. Most of the shelves were half-empty. 

"Take off your shirt," Kitajima instructed, dragging out a stool for Renji to sit on. 

"All the damage is below the elbow," Renji said quietly.

"Oh, look who's a medic now," the old man burbled.

Renji took off his shirt.

Kitajima pressed one of his clammy hands in the space between Renji's shoulder blades. A cold, nasty feeling bled down Renji's arm. He wanted to vomit. After a few moments, Kitajima felt his way down Renji's arm, squeezing at his flesh and shooting painful little sparks into his nerves. When the old rat snake got past the elbow, his fingers pressed against the end of the broken bone and Renji nearly passed out. 

"Hey! You're hurting him!" Rukia barked, bracing her entire weight against Renji's shoulder in an attempt to keep him upright.

Kitajima ignored her.

It wasn't pain, not exactly. Well. It was painful, but it was more like Renji's body was burning through all of his energy as quickly as possible. It felt like dying.

Kitajima finished his palpitations, then fetched something from one of his dusty jars. "Eat this," he said, pressing it into Renji's hand.

Renji remembered these things all too well. He'd eaten a lot of them during the period when he was working for Kitajima. It was a pill made up of mashed rice and various dried roots and seeds. They weren't the tastiest thing in the world, but they packed a lot of energy and they lasted forever. He bit into it gingerly.

“As I told you the last time you were here,” the old man growled, “you have the demon magic in you. The shinigami use it to cast spells, but also to push their bodies past what is normally possible. Like a fool, you have done this without proper training. You have broken and healed yourself simultaneously, but with no skill, and you have made a hash of it.”

“I wasn’t trying,” Renji excused. 

“Can you repair it?” Rukia pressed.

“I can rebreak it,” Kitajima replied.

#writing update #art update

[paralien]

SPOILERS FOR THE END OF OUTER WILDS

Listening to Finale Voyage at work on loop and I'm just thinking about how badly I fucked up The End of Outer Wilds and how close I was to getting the You Have Died screen on my way to The Vessel. I was doing good on time getting the warp core from The Ash Twin Project; even had time to drop by Giants Deep and say a final farewell to Gabbro hoping desperately they'd join me on this final voyage despite knowing they wouldn't and couldn't, and I flew to Dark Dramble with my heart in my throat and my auto pilot for some reason just, stopped working and crashed me into the ice surrounding Dark Bramble at mach speeds and my ship just EXPLODED. Parts flying everywhere. I'm barely alive and I'm sitting there, horrified because oh my God. My ship just exploded. I've got the warp core in my hands and i have no idea how much time i have left before the sun explodes and somehow. I made it through Dark Bramble using only my jetpack and signalscope without running out of air and made it to the Vessel on time and I just. wow. What a way to end the game. Hearts already in my throat sweating heart palpitating and then then the eye and everything else? World's most satisfying cry once I experienced The End

#fanya.txt #outer wilds #outer wilds spoilers

[rjmartin11]

I'm Aaron

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: Serious angst, sorrow, heartache, hope for the future.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Eleven! If you have made it this far, you guys are amazing! I appreciate all your support and love! If y'all love this chapter, like, comment, repost, and follow!

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Wednesday just seemed to fly by. Elvis and you stayed in the suite half of the day talking about his final shows and ordering room service.

Elvis sensed a change in your demeanor. You were quieter than usual, and let him do most of the talking. When Elvis inquired about the change in you, you insisted nothing was further from the truth. You'd smile at him, then kiss and hug him to reassure him.

You try to mask your true feelings from him. You do your best to keep a smile on your face. You steal a kiss from him every now and again.

You embrace him deeply, trying to memorize every part of him. His manly musk and Old Spice scent. His fine black hair. His cerulean eyes shined like sea. The feel of his soft skin. The bass of his Southern drawl and how it rumbled in his chest. His boisterous laugh. The way he felt inside you. The taste of his pouty lips. Oh, how you love him. Would Elvis understand how much?

Elvis had two shows Wednesday evening, and you were his special guest of honor. You sat with Lucy and Penny during both shows. You did your best to distance yourself from the other Mafia wives who just saw you as another notch in Elvis' bedpost. You became very friendly with Lucy and Penny. Although you were still suspicious of Penny, you remained as kind as possible.

During intermission, Joann came to the table to give her sincerest apologies for Pam's behavior. You told Joann that you weren't angry at her, and she shouldn't be apologizing for the actions of others. You had respect for Joann because she was kind and courteous. There was a very strong loyalty within Elvis inner circle. You respected that.

The second show flew by, and Elvis shined brighter than the sun itself. Where on Earth did he get all that energy?

The ladies and you sat bar side as you waited for Elvis to appear at the after party. The three of you discussed the differences and similarities of the two shows of the evening. Which suit you enjoyed more. You personally love the black jumpsuit. It was edgy, exciting, and sexy just like him. The thought of him thrusting on stage made your heart palpitate and pussy throb. How can you leave him?

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Lucy asked, gently rubbing your shoulder. "You seem upset."

"Just... thinking." You responded.

"May I ask what about? You look so sad."

It was just you and Lucy. Penny and Joann went to get another drink from the bar. You felt like you could trust Lucy. She was the closest thing you had to a friend in Vegas. You hadn't bothered calling Jill back, and Lucy knew more about Elvis.

"Lucy, Elvis asked me to move with him to Memphis last night."

Lucy's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped low from the shock of your revelation.

"Really? What did you say?" She asked.

"He stopped me before I could say anything. He told me to think about it, but my mind is made up." You paused.

"Well, don't leave me hanging. Are you coming to Memphis?"

"I can't, Lucy. I still have some...things to figure out back in Atlanta."

"Things? Is there someone else?"

"No," you shake your head. "Elvis is the only one."

"Then why not come to Memphis? You'd love it. Live music is everywhere. The best barbecue in the South."

"You're really laying it on thick, huh?" You asked Lucy.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I could use another friend."

A smirk graced her face, and she took a sip from her glass. You do enjoy your time with Lucy. Although she seemed quiet, she was fun, knowledgeable, and kind. She didn't place herself with the mixture of the Mafia wives and girlfriends because she knew of their drama. She trusted a few people and not everyone. Lucy believed in telling people what they needed to hear, not what they wanted to hear. She didn't gossip or spread rumors, which made her a great asset to the group. Lucy knew there was something between me and Elvis, which is why she told me about his ex-girlfriends and ex-lovers.

"I guess I could always use another friend, too," you say, smiling.

"So you'll come to Memphis?!?"

"I didn't say that, Lucy."

"Y/N." Lucy beseeched me.

You shake your head. You can't believe she really wants you to stay with Elvis. Drop everything you know in Atlanta and move. Maybe this was a sign that you should stay with Elvis. Maybe.

The next second, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and it's Jerry.

"Hi, Jerry."

"Hey, Y/N." Jerry says.

"Oh, I see how you do me." Lucy stated. "Brush me off for another woman right in front of me. That's what we're doing now?"

You widened your eyes. What did he do? Jerry had a smile on his face the whole while. He leans over and gives Lucy a kiss.

"Hey, baby. You look gorgeous tonight. That dress on you is spectacular." Jerry replied.

"Oh, this old thing?" Lucy smirked.

These two were too cute for words. Lucy and Jerry had their own secret love language. Jerry looks back at you and says.

"Elvis wants to see you privately, Y/N."

"Okay. I'll see you later, Lucy." You say your goodbyes, and Jerry escorted you out of the after-party and to another room.

Jerry opened the door for you to this other room on the penthouse floor. It's the only room you've never been in on the whole wing. Elvis sees you walking in. A giant grin covers his face, and he walks over to you, planting kisses on your face. You giggle at the gesture.

"Your shows were amazing tonight, E! I had so much fun." You say, hugging him back.

"Thank you, Y/N/N, baby."

When you opened your eyes, you realized you two were not alone. You slowly released Elvis and backed away.

"Y/N/N, I want you to meet someone." Elvis steps to the side, and you get a better view of this older gentleman.

The gentleman was Elvis' height with fine white hair and a thin salt and pepper mustache. He dressed well. He had a warm smile, which brought you comfort because you were alarmed by his presence.

"Y/N, this is my father, Vernon Presley. Daddy, this is Y/N."

Oh, his father. You started to laugh a little bit. You placed your hand on your stomach while Elvis held your other hand.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Presley. It-it's nice to meet you." You choke out.

"It's nice to meet you as well, honey." Vernon steps forward and offers you his hand. You accept it gladly.

You look into Vernon's eyes and smile. For their the same eyes as Elvis. It's Vernon you have to thank for the beauty of your love.

"Elvis has your eyes, sir."

"Well, Gladys' eyes were brown, so I guess he does have my eyes."

"I'm sure you get it all the time."

"Not too often, but thank you for noticing."

"Y'all hungry, or is it just me?" Elvis asked.

"I could eat." You interject.

The three of you eat together and talk over dinner. Vernon was a bit quiet but spoke when he was asked a question. You noticed when Elvis and Vernon make eyes at one another during dinner like there was a secret going on between them. You didn't fixate on the matter with the thought of leaving Elvis in less than two days.

After dinner, you and Elvis bid Vernon a goodnight. Then, without anyone noticing, you both sneak into his suite to spend some quality time together.

Elvis takes you into his arms and plants a kiss on your forehead. Then, your right cheek. Then your left cheek. He kisses the tip of your nose, and finally, he kisses your lips. The butterflies start to flutter in the pit of your stomach.

Elvis slowly moves away from your lips and gazes into your eyes. He still holds you close.

"Baby, is everything okay?" Elvis asks, cupping your face.

"I'm fine. Everything is fine. Why do you ask?" You inquire.

"Something. I don't know, baby. You seem... distant."

You guess you're not that great of an actress after all. You smile away the tension you feel at this current moment and try to catch those butterflies that he gave you a moment ago. You kiss him back once more and cup his face.

"Nonsense. Do you know how happy you've made me in the last week? I feel like I view life through a different lens now because of you. I'm so grateful."

"How grateful, Y/N/N?" Elvis asks, rubbing your back.

"Should I show you?" You whisper.

"Please show me."

You raise his neck and start slowly kissing him. You feel his heart racing as he laces his hands in your curls. He breathes rapidly, and you both collapse on the bed.

Elvis rolls on top of you and kisses you deeply, passionately. You unbutton his shirt and run your hands over his tanned chest. Then you unbuckle his belt. Elvis slides his hand down between your legs and into your sacred place.

You jerk your head back, trying to catch your breath. You slip your hand into Elvis' pants and stroke his hardened cock. Elvis moans at your gesture. You take this opportunity to turn him over by way of interwoven your legs. You flip yourself, where you are saddled on top of Elvis. Elvis cups your face with one of his hands. You kiss the palm of his hand and smile.

You begin to undress yourself.

"You're my brave girl, aren't you? You ain't nervous to be bare in front of me, are ya, baby?"

"Not one bit," you say, removing your dress completely and tossing it to the side.

You gently place yourself on top of Elvis' penis. You slowly grind on top of him, and Elvis firmly grips your sides, gently hoisting you up and down on his dick. You both moan off beat as you rise up and down on his cock. In a pleasure filled state, Elvis rolls his eyes closed.

"No, E. Look at me." You say, placing your hands on his face to get his attention. You lean your head against his forehead and whisper. "Your eyes are bluer than the heavens in the month of May. More... clearer than any ocean. Huh. You light up my life, Elvis."

You see tears spring from his eyes. He feels marvelous. The next moment, Elvis raises you onto his lower stomach, cumming all over himself. You cum where he placed you on his lower stomach. You both catch your breath as you are spent in each other. You find yourself in Elvis' embrace. He kisses your lips so softly.

"Y/N, baby, that was so amazing, and what you said... that was sweet. No one's ever described my eyes that way." Elvis says.

"I meant every word."

Elvis kisses your temple, lays his head back, and closes his eyes. After a moment, you hear him lightly breathing, and you know he's asleep. You lay your head on his chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart. It brings you comfort, but the more you listen to it, the more you believe his heart beats in sync with your own. No, that can't be, you think. How can that be?

You look up at the clock. You notice it's after midnight. It's Thursday. You have one more day to be with Elvis. Time seems to be against you. It's like you're living in an hourglass, and you can see the grains of sand pour to the bottom.

You feel the tears burn your eyes, and you softly pat your damp face. You can't cry. Not now. You decide to go and take a shower. Maybe the warm water could bring you some comfort.

You quietly get out of bed and head towards the bathroom.

"Baby, where you going?" Elvis awakens from your absence in the bed.

You stop short at the sound of his voice. You don't turn around for fear that he'll see your tear stained face.

"I'm just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep." You tell him.

You turn on the shower and jump in. You don't really care about the temperature of the water. You want to release the tension you're feeling. You start to cry as the water hits your toes. You feel like the walls of the hourglass are closing in, and the sand is speeding faster than water to the bottom. That fragile glass is cracking before you.

So many questions flood your mind, such as:

How can I leave him?

How will I tell him?

If I break his heart, shall I also break my heart in the process?

How can I go back to a life without love?

Suddenly, you hear the door open to the bathroom. You quickly rinse away your tears, allowing the water to run over your face. Hopefully, clearing your eyes from the redness of your tears.

"Y/N/N, baby, you've been in here a while. You okay?" Elvis asks outside the shower door.

"I'm almost done, E."

Elvis opens the door to look at you. He politely glares at your body up and down as the water covers you from head to toe.

"May I join you?" He asks.

"I won't stop you."

Elvis climbs in the shower with you and kisses you. He puts his head back in the shower spout, allowing the water to soak his body. Then he kisses you again. You both stare at each other for a moment. Fearing you may start to cry again, you gently hug Elvis. Elvis holds you closely, rubbing your back as the warm water runs over your bodies.

"Elvis?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Should I be cruel to a heart that's true?" Elvis asks, holding her face between hands.

You lightly shake your head no and smile.

"Y/N, you have the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen." Elvis says.

"There's nothing special about my eyes."

"That's not true. I see you. I see the beauty in your gentle soul. You light up my life, Y/N."

You smile, and Elvis kisses you again. You both spend the next five minutes in the shower cleaning each off. You dry off each other and head back to bed. Elvis wraps his arms around you, holding you until he falls asleep. Your nerves are still on end, and you barely catch a wink. One more day. One more day, with your love. You cuddle up closely to Elvis and drift off to sleep.

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Thursday was pacing by agonizingly slow. Elvis kissed your face continually, trying to get your attention.

"Morning, Y/N/N." He whispers in your ear. "Wake up, please. I wanna spend a few minutes with you before I go."

You smile at him, blinking your eyes open.

"Morning, E," you yawned, quickly covering your morning breath.

Elvis moved your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together, and slowly placed his lips on top of yours.

"Hmm... you are so sweet." You spoke with a groggy voice. "Did you say you had to go?" You tried clearing your throat to speak more clearly.

"Yeah, I gotta do rehearsal for the last show tomorrow night." Elvis dipped his head in the nook of your neck.

Damn. Your flight is on Friday afternoon at 5 p.m. His first show is at 10 p.m.

No, Elvis, please don't talk about tomorrow, you think, holding onto him. Tomorrow I leave you. Let's focus on today. Today, the sun is shining and bright. Today, you are in my arms, and I'm in yours. Tomorrow I won't be. Tomorrow, my arms will be empty with nothing but my bags as I board a plane and leave you. Let's speak of today. Your eyes are clear today. Tomorrow, they will be sad and gray. Let's just stay in today.

Your thoughts get the best of you and you comb your fingers through his hair. "Elvis Aaron, let's talk about what we'll do today, huh?"

Elvis looks at your face, confession covers his features.

"Baby, are you crying?"

You quickly wipe your face.

"No, E. My allergies are catching up with me."

"Allergies?"

"Yeah, my nose gets runny and my eyes water. It's also a sign of me waking up. I just hope I don't start sneezing." You lie.

You lie your ass off. You just want to enjoy your last day with Elvis. You know if you discuss it or bring it up, you'd be crying all day, and he'd talk you into going home with him.

"Do I need to get one of the guys to go to the store to getcha some allergy pills?" Elvis asks.

"Oh no, Elvis. I have some in my luggage."

Damn the luggage. Not the next thought you wanted to have.

"Well, baby. After I'm done with sound check and rehearsal, I'm all yours for the rest of the day. What should we do?" Elvis asks, laying down beside you as he props his head up on his hand. "Do you wanna go back to the Golden Steer? Stuffed mushrooms sound good."

"Or we can order room service? They have some great stuffed mushrooms and pasta. I'm craving pasta."

"Okay. We can do that. Sounds great." Elvis smiles and pecks your lips. "Now I need to go get ready."

Elvis scurried away from the bed to get dressed, and you sit up on the bed waiting patiently. Elvis takes about ten minutes to look his best, and that doesn't take much because he's gorgeous. He looks at you with those baby blues, and you smile. Elvis still manages to make you smile. He still has the power to make your heart flutter. It has only been six days after all. He gives you one last kiss before he leaves and exits the suite.

You exhale that breath that you were holding in. You get out of bed and get ready for the day. You take another shower, brush your teeth, and do your hair. You can't bear to look at yourself in the mirror for your morning affirmations. The only words that come to mind are fool and coward.

You leave the bathing room and put your clothes on. You grab your bag and search for your plane ticket for Atlanta. You find it in the your the lining of your luggage and look at the ticket fully. It reads:

From Las Vegas, Nevada to Atlanta, Georgia. 5 P.M. departure.

You sit back on the floor and clutch the ticket to your heart. You contemplate your situation. You play with the pros and cons over and over again in your head.

Con: We just met six days ago.

Pro: He's a sweetheart.

Con: He lied to me the first night we met.

Pro: He wanted me to get to know him as a man and lover. Not a singer. Not an entertainer.

Con: He has old girlfriend issues.

Pro: It seems that he makes me his priority.

Con: Quitting my job for a man I just met.

Pro: He'll take care of me.

Con: I'm too young.

Pro: I love him.

These run in your head over and over again. It all runs to you loving him, yet you fear this love is unrequited. Yes, he's a great lover and friend, but neither of you established yourselves as a couple.

You ultimately decide it's best to leave him and get your life together. How can you start a life with Elvis when you personally don't have all your ducks in a row?

If you love someone, you must let them go. If they come back to you, they are yours. If they don't, it was never meant to be. You think.

Elvis has to trust that you are making the right decision. This is the toughest decision you've ever made. You keep questioning yourself because you found the love you've dreamed of and prayed for.

But who falls in love in a week? Something that begins so suddenly can end just as quickly. You don't want that. You just need time. If Elvis cares even one tenth about you, he will understand. Maybe even one day he can love you as much as you love him.

After you finish contemplating your pros and cons, you decide to take a nap. You laugh at the other pros and cons that didn't matter as much like:

Cons: No sex

Pros: Elvis will rock your world.

Cons: Mafia Wives

Pros: Lucy

Even Lucy tried to convince you that Memphis was a great place to live.

You don't think on Memphis too much as sleep starts to invade your idled brain. You don't fight it. You allow it to take over you. Sleeping is better than crying your worries away. It's better than crying yourself into hysteria or a headache. You'll tell Elvis over dinner.

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You feel the touch of his soft lips on your cheek and warmth cascades over your body. You smile, opening your eyes to see Elvis' handsome face. He smiles back, kissing your nose.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, E." You answer him. "How was rehearsal?"

"It went great. Everyone is on their best behavior. They know where they need to be. It's going to be great. I'm excited."

"I hear it in your voice." You say, raising from where you lay.

"I'm starving. You ready to order room service, Y/N?"

"Yes, I'm hungry."

You both order room service. In the next fifteen minutes, your dinner has arrived at the suite. Two plates of pasta with chicken and a large order of stuffed mushrooms. You both agreed that you'd get dessert after dinner.

You both eat your dinner on the floor where you ate your breakfast the other morning. You engage in deep conversation, and you speak as if nothing is wrong. Elvis speaks on your mood. You tell him that you just needed to eat something and assure him you feel much better.

"Good thing, baby. Cause I was worried." He tells you.

"I never meant to worry you. There's no reason to worry." You tell him as you take his hand.

"I'm glad to know that." Elvis leans in and kisses you. "I can't wait to show Memphis, baby. I can't wait to show you Graceland! You'll love it."

"Tell me more about Graceland. Please." You ask him, sliding over to Elvis and placing your head on his head.

"Well, it my little patch of heaven. I bought the house for my mama because she loved the old Southern charm of it all. I loved how it was gated and was bigger than the shotgun house I was born in."

"Tell me more. Tell me everything." You want to know even if it stings.

"When you come off the road, you turn into the metal gates that have music note on them. The gates open to this a long driveway surrounded by several beautiful live oak trees. You see the house in the distance."

"What's the house look like?"

"It's a large cobblestone estate with green shutters on the windows. The front of the house has four large pillars holding it up. At the top of the pillars, where the attic is, sits a mini window on the triangle frame. There are hedges in front of the first-floor windows on either side. The stairs in front are guarded by two classic lion statues on both sides. A stain glass window above the door with roses and the letter P in the middle. Nothing to special about the front door itself. The handle is unique. It's golden, and you use your thumb to open the door."

"What's on the other side of the door?" You ask, holding his hand.

"White carpet graces the halls. From the front door to the living room on your right and to the dining room on your left. If you look up, you'll see the chandelier. There's a fireplace.The curtains are a royal blue with gold trim. I have a music room that goes beyond the living room with a piano. Before you reach the dining room, you'll see the staircase that leads to my room. Our room."

You look up at Elvis, and he smiles at you.

"Our room?" You ask. "Is our room pretty?"

"It's magnificent. The bigger room in the house. The biggest bed you've ever seen."

"It's bigger than this bed?" You point at the bed you both currently sleep in.

"Bigger. With satin sheets." Elvis says, kissing the top of your head.

You love this man. You want to go with him to Graceland so badly. You pray he'll understand your plea, and he forgives you. The next moment, the two are falling to sleep in each other's arms.

Friday, the next morning.

You awaken in a stupor. You feel so numb and sad. Elvis unwrapped his arms from around you in the middle of the night, making your getaway easy.

You slipped out of bed and headed to the shower. You take a quick shower, trying to find the right words to take Elvis. This isn't going to be easy or simple. Again, you're unable to look in the mirror. You put your clothes out last night to wear them today. You dress yourself and head out to the sofa by the television.

You sit there in silence with your bags in front of you. You try to relax yourself as Elvis sleeps. You pray that everything will turn out for the best. You hear Elvis wake up, but you don't look over at him.

"Y/N? Baby?" He calls for you.

"I'm here, Elvis." You answer him.

Elvis looks over at you, but you don't look back. He grunts and gets out of bed, heading over to you.

"Baby, what are you doing over here?"

"I..." You pause. You realize this is it. The truth is coming out. "I have a plane to catch."

"What? Y/N, we don't leave for Memphis until tomorrow morning."

"I can't go with you to Memphis, Elvis." You say, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Why not?" Elvis asked.

"We just met a week ago, and I still have some growing up to do myself. If anything you taught me, it's I can be on my own and live life to the fullest."

"No, baby, you're running. You're running away from me. Why? What are you so afraid?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm not running."

"Yes, Y/N/N, you are. You're running away. Why, baby? Why are you running away from me?"

"Because I love you!" You shout at Elvis.

You cover your mouth at your confession. You're shocked at your own words, yet you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders. It feels good to get the truth out instead of concealing it from him. You feared the profession of your love to Elvis would scare him away, but perhaps your confession will allow him to let you go. It will break your heart, but it's time to get back to reality from this week long daydream.

You continue to be as honest as you can with him, tears steady flowing down your cheeks.

"I love you, Elvis Aaron. So much. You are amazing and beautiful inside and out. You are fun and exciting and a little dangerous. You're addicting too. The love I feel for you is irrevocable. Elvis, after spending so much time with you. I realize, in fact, you are a king."

Elvis' eyes are wet, but he shakes his head at your last statement.

"No, Y/N. I'm not..." Elvis starts.

"If you heard what I said." You interrupt him, lightly placing your index finger over his mouth. "I said a king. Not the king. We both know who the true king of kings is. But in the world of men, there are kings. Men who walk proudly but not in vain. Like you. You give with your heart and soul. Like when we went shopping the other day. You gave that homeless man money because you knew he was in need. You weren't too proud to help someone less fortunate than you. You didn't do it because you are this big mega star. You are humble and kind. You give of yourself, and put others before yourself. These are traits that make you a true king amongst men. All the reasons I've fallen in love with you."

Elvis smiles and shakes his head at you.

"I love you too, Y/N/N. I loved you the first night we met. You let me in your heart when you thought I was just a regular security guard."

You laugh with joy as more tears fall from your eyes. Elvis continues to speak.

"If you love me so much, Y/N/N, why aren't you coming with me?" He asked.

"I need to go back home, Elvis. To get myself straight, and I'll come back to you. I promise. I found that the safest place is in your arms. I will write to you. My love."

Elvis grabs you and kisses you with so much passion that you nearly pass out. Your heart swoons.

"You will come back to me, won't you, baby? You will come to me in Memphis?" Elvis asks, partial fear shadowing his voice.

"I will. I promise."

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[tickly-trashcan]

hi my love can you tell me about your kunikida hcs :) tickle or nontickle or both wherever your heart takes you hehe

A/N: miss dani you are going to cause me to have heart palpitations BRUHHH i love kunikida so so much and I'm in love with him and I am about to go bonkers ILY

i have such a hard time picking his tickle spots bc im a firm believer that he's at least a little tickly everywhere

IF I HAD TO PICK THO he's very tickly on his ribs, underarms, hips, and sides

he's also tickly on his neck and shoulders but those are his huffy giggle spots and those are EQUALLY as cute I'm in love

Dazai messes with him all the damn time with tickles and Kunikida hates it bc Dazai is really good at tickling and Kunikida cannot handle it

Dazai will tickle him in the worst situations too, like when he's writing something down or doing something else that's important

One time Kunikida held the door open for Dazai and Atsushi like a gentleman and Dazai jabbed him and he folded like a lawn chair he was so pissed and then Dazai just ran off

The other people in the office tickle Kunikida occasionally as well, but not like Dazai where it's planned

Sometimes Yosano will just rub his shoulder when shes walking by but she'll do it in a tickly way and he shudders

Ranpo will tickle him if he wants something like candy or whatever his heart happens to want at any given time but Kunikida will normally get him what he wants before the tickling happens lol

Atsushi and Tanizaki tend to stay away from Kunikida because they fear the backlash of tickling him

They've seen Dazai get got after tickling Kunikida... they are just a little scared now LOL

Kunikida can be a pretty intense ler mostly bc when he tickles someone its bc he's pissed off at them (more specifically, Dazai)

He doesn't normally tickle people tho, it's mostly Dazai that he tickles and it's only when Dazai's just been nonstop

He knows Dazai's spots and he'll take advantage of that and wait for the perfect time before he goes ham

(forgive me for some self-indulgent reader insert headcanons incoming)

When he's with a S/O, he's actually really sweet with tickles

He doesn't mind being tickled when it's his S/O, mostly bc he trusts them with his entire heart (SOBS)

He's a very gentle ler with his S/O as well, like he'll always ask beforehand and he never pushes them

Sometimes tho he won't ask but that's just bc he thinks that his S/O is being a little bit silly or something and he just nabs them and tickles them a bit

His laugh is normally pretty loud and surprised if it's someone like Dazai tickling him bc he's not expecting it, but when his S/O is tickling him he's a bit quieter

That said if they tickle him bad enough he will get loud bc he's a bit dramatic with tickling but he'll be fine dw

His laugh is mostly giggly and he huffs a lot when he's being tickled, but sometimes he'll also whine a bit?? is that the right word idk but he's very cute either way

When he's in a relationship he's very sweet, he always makes sure that his S/O is taken care of and comfortable

He is 100% the kind of guy that if he gets like a bonus from work or something he'll spend it all on his S/O bc he loves them

He also does the budgeting in the household so he makes sure there's always a little bit set aside for gifts or fancy dinners whenever he feels like his S/O needs a little pampering

He's not super physically affectionate, which is why tickling is kind of nice because he can let loose a little bit

Also when I say he's not super physically affectionate I mostly mean in public lol he's not a PDA guy

But when it's just him and his S/O he can get kind of clingy

he'll hold their hand, hug them from behind, bury his head in their neck or chest when he's cuddling he's just a big softie when he's not around other people

He's normally very regimented with how he holds himself but he feels so comfortable around the person he loves that he's just totally willing to let his guard down

sobbing over him brb oughhh I need to write more for him bless u dani for allowing me to yell about him a little bit i needed that LOL i hope you have a lovely day!! (expect a kunikida fic soon my brainrot is even worse now)

#kunikida #bungou stray dogs #headcanons #tickle headcanons #kunikida x reader #sorry not sorry #danibby

[karahalloway]

This or That - Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @angelasscribbles!

Historical or futuristic?

Historical - always. While I've read/watched sci-fi, it's not one of my favourite genres as I much prefer fantasy (which tends to be more 'historical' in setting). Dunno why... Just always been more intrigued by the past than the possible future. Maybe because there is more 'romance' to it, somehow...

Opening or Closing Chapter?

Ohh... Hard! Opening chapters are great if they can grab your attention and suck you into the story from the first page... but closing chapters can be awesome too if they tie up everything nicely, or leave you on a cliffhanger (in an earlier book - hate cliffhangers at the end of the series/standalone book - I NEED CLOSURE PEOPLE!)

Light and Fluffy or Dark and Gritty?

Dark and gritty - while I don't mind light and fluffy, I don't think I could deal with it for an entire book. Like @angelasscribbles and @jerzwriter said, it is much more satisfying to struggle through the hardship with the character, see what they're made of, and come out of the other side stronger and more mature/aware.

Animal Companion or Found Family?

Gah! This is hard! I love animal companions - they are basically like people! But found family also works, so... Both?

Horror or Romance?

100% romance 😅 Can't stand horror - never could. I have nicer things to do than intentionally scare myself half to death and deal with heart palpitations for 2 hours lol

Hard Magic or Soft Magic?

Not quite sure what this question is asking... But if it's asking whether I prefer 'overt' magic to 'implied' magic, then definately overt magic (magic wands, spells, sparkling light shooting from fingertips, etc.) Because I love the idea of there being more to this world than we can see/touch with our 5 senses!

One project at a time or Juggling 2 or more?

A year ago, I woud've totally said one project at a time. But now I'm in the brave new world of having half a dozen projects on the go at the same time 🫣 So while it's nice to have options to bounce between depending on what mood I am in, I am desperately trying to get this list down to like 2-3 projects max because having to many unfinished things on my plate stresses me out 😅

One award winner or One bestseller?

Bestseller, definately. Partly because (a) I don't think I can write the type of book that would be considered to be an 'award winner', and (b) just because you've written an award winning book does not mean that people actually 'like' you book (as award winners tend to be avant guard in some sense, and deal with 'heavy' topics... at least that's been my experience/impression). I 100% believe that books should be for enjoyment, and I think that's better reflected with a bestseller, as opposed to an award winner.

Fantasy or Sci-fi?

As I said above, definitely fantasy over sci-fi.

First Draft or Final Draft?

Ohh... Hard 😅 While starting a first draft is always exciting, I do love the final, polished aspect of the final draft ever so slightly more.

Love triangle in everything or No romantic arcs?

Love triangle, definately! I much prefer some sexual tension in my fics rather than just platonic interactions. It ups the ante to delicious and juicy heights!

Constant sandstorm or rainstorm?

Rainstorm, obviously. I mean, I don't know about you, but sand sucks. It gets everywhere and it's itchy and annoying and gah! While I don't particularly like being wet, I'd take that everyday over sand - sorry residents of Arrakis!*

*Just because sci-fi isn't a fave genre of mine, does not mean I'm not aware of it lol

Tagging my permas in case anyone else wants to share!

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#this and that #tag game #kara halloway

[sssssoelly]

Silly (Yamanouchi Ryohei x Reader)

The way Tainaka Ritsu from K-On could be Ryouhei's long lost sibling ヽ(　￣д￣)ノ Potentials

Warning : Grammar mistakes, word vomits, bad writing

Enjoy the read~♡

"To get shouted at is scary!"

The group proceed to walk across as the light turned green. They were walking around to look out for the cafe location that was sent by Fujiwara to Minato as a meeting place for them regarding the wanting-to-get-to-know-Noririn's agenda. Heads turning and eyes moving everywhere to search the whereabouts of it.

Yamanouchi Ryouhei were looking at everywhere very eargerly, until his eyes caught the sight of a female student who wore a familiar looking black blazer and a bow on her hair that were laughing at her friend, covering her mouth behind her hand. It was as if he's captivated, until the girl finally turned her head over did their eyes met.

His pupils grew larger as the girl quickly turns her head away only to glance back at him right after awkwardly. His heart were palpitating, the heat grew on his face as they continued to stare at each other. He saw the way her eyes got larger, in shock, he was confused until he felt his head hit a shop sign that were strategically and strangely were at his face level.

Gasps were heard from his group of friends as they called his name in concerns and shocks.

"Ryouhei! Are you okay?"

"That was a nasty sound I heard, you won't get a concussion from that right? Seriously what were you looking at?"

Nanao lets out a small laugh to ease the situation, "Alright everyone calm down, let him process it."

"You didn't hit your eyes did you?" Seiya asked seriously, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Yamanouchi were rubbing his face in pain then looks up to the previous spot he was staring at prior the accident. She was still standing there with concern all over her face, he proceeds to let out a big smile to ease up her worry. A smile making up its way on her face, as if saying "Its so silly". She waved at him shyly as her friends took her hand and started dragging her away.

"Ah! Wai-!"

"What were you looking at?"

He stops himself from yelling out for the girl, closing his eyes with reddened cheeks on display. 'That was silly', proceeds to roughly ruffles his hair gaining his friends' concerns even more.

--

She was dragged to a nearby shop, in which her friends were already scattered inside. Looking up a mirror were hanged, its reflection were slightly off by a few feet to where the freckled -the first thing she noticed when she took a look before, guy were walking earlier.

'It caught me off guard', was what she thought the second she realised what was about to happen when the guy didn't take his eyes off hers. The way he reacted afterwards, reminds her of a golden retriever -one that she has been dying to have as a pet since forever!.

Finding herself as rude for making such comparison, she shaked it off. Smiling with rosey cheeks once again thinking about it, for the last -she swears, time she thought.

'That was cute.'

"(Y/N)-chan? Your face looking not looking good right now. Is it the heat? You're feeling hot? Fever?" Her friends' eyes were all on her, worried if the summer heat were getting to her.

Bombardments of questions pulled her out of daydream. "No! I- okay, I'm fine, its not because of the heat-"

A large grin appeared on one of them, "I saw it too you know?" It caught everyone's attention asking for further explainatiom from the girl who only lets out a comical laugh.

"Fufufu~ if its not the heat that's getting to you, then are you currently blus-"

Her eyes widened in realisation and quickly shuts her friend's mouth before she could tease her any further. "T-that's not it!!" Her voice booming through the space gaining attentions from the other customers, she lets out a gasp in embarrassment and covers her face while bowing apologeticly.

"That volume is suprising, (F/N)."

She apologise again in a meek voice to which her friends fondly smiles to. One of them clasp her shoulder and proceeds to encourage everyone to continue with their shop. Still looking down in embarrassment and guilt she walks slowly following the others from behind.

"It was kind of cute, but you don't have to worry about me blurting it out to others you know that right?" Her friend smiled at her, (Y/N) nods her head slowly "But I don't like the teasing you gave earlier either!"

She giggled, "You're just so easy to tease, silly."

'Silly', (Y/N) thought silently. A smile rose on her face as the clip of memory from minutes before replayed in her mind.

"Indeed!" She left her friend behind, skipping merrily towards the others.

"Huh?"

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I keep looking for ideas but never writing, my bad (⇀‸↼‶)

One WIP is nearly finished (o˘◡˘o). I'm trying I swear.

Thank you for the hearts (〃＾▽＾〃)

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[mysteriawrites]

Hello! If you do Baldur's Gate 3 matchups, could I please get one? I'm an autistic she/they enby, I'm fine with any gender, and while I currently work at a library I'm hoping to become a professor of celtic languages and a linguist someday, so I'm learning Scottish Gaelic, Irish and Welsh. I'm super short, only 4' 10" (147 cm), with long wavy auburn hair, glasses, pale freckled skin and a boyish fashion sense. I also have some chronic illnesses like scoliosis, joint pain and asthma. I'm really polite and very friendly with everyone I meet, but I'm also very protective over my loved ones and can be sassy when I feel it's deserved. While I'm generally an anxious person, I'm not afraid to make the first move because I basically tell myself that the moment could slip away, but I will be having heart palpitations while doing that lol. My special interests include linguistics, science, magic (I practice witchcraft irl), cooking, video games, plant identification and a bunch of other stuff, though honestly I'm down to learn about whatever is available (within reason). I've been described as "homely" and "wise beyond my years" since I give good advice and am very self aware. I really enjoy taking care of people but can get flustered if the sentiment is returned.

Thank you so so much, take care of yourself and Happy Holidays sweetie!

We Interupt your regularly scheduled program for.......A MATCHUP TRADE WITH: @tolkien-fantasy

An: i haven’t finished bg3 so bear with me please

Gale of Waterdeep!!!

I’m just gonna say it. You two are fuckin nerds, but that’s part of what makes your relationship work so well. Gale is overjoyed to have someone who is not only as passionate about things as he is, but also shares the same passions. You guys also have similar views and personalities in general.

I’m not gonna go into how yall met since the game p much does that for me so I’m just gonna ramble about your relationship until i run out of ideas lol.

So Gale takes every opportunity he can to visit the library you work at. It’s killing two birds with one stone really: he gets the books he’s looking for and he gets to see his darling girlfriend.

On the topic of books you guys absolutely have reading dates. Whether it’s in his tower, your house, or at the library during your break you two will just sit together and read. Sharing notes on whatever the subject the book is about.

You guys also do joint magic research together. Lots of books and papers scattered everywhere, potions bubbling and brewing in cauldrons, blackboards covered in chalk. It’s basically your mad scientist lair.

Although you know how to not take things too far and we all know Gale needs someone to restrain him sometimes.

Gale enjoys you teaching him about your type of magic. He finds it fascinating and gives you his full attention when you’re explaining it. He also asks a loooooooooot of questions.

Given your knowledge on practically every language in faerun, you make his research so much easier by decoding ancient text for him. What would take him months to do would take you at most a week, although he does force you to take breaks if you ever get too into it and forget to eat or sleep.

You guys absolutely have a garden together. Not only to grow magical plants for your spells and potions, but also just some for cooking and because it’s a calming hobby/past time.

On that more domestic note, you do most of the cooking. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to cook, but he’s the type who would live off instant food and microwave meals so more time could be devoted to his research.

He does try to help though and he finds it very enjoyable to cook with you. It makes him look up from his books and attaining knowledge for a moment and appreciate what’s right there in front of him: you.

I feel like you guys would have a cat. Although you adopt Scratch the dog and the Owlbear on your adventure, I feel like he would really like a cat.

Also imagining that cat causing havoc in your lab by knocking stuff over, sleeping on your notes, and trying to steal your attention away from your work is hilarious to me but shhhh

Part of why he does so much reading and researching, is to try and heal some of your aches and pains. Even if he can’t take your problems away completely (though he’ll never stop looking and trying) he does want to at least make your life a bit easier and the pain more bearable if not non existent.

I’d like to think of Gale as an ambivert. He doesn’t get tired out by socializing, but also appreciates his alone time. So if you guys are ever at a social event he’ll be able to take the initiative for once and make up an excuse for you guys to leave when your social battery is low or you’re getting overstimulated.

He thinks your height is the cutest thing ever. How you have to get stool or latter to reach the higher shelves in the tower. He doesn’t mind having to reach them for you, in fact he enjoys it. He also likes wrapping his big frame around you when you guys cuddle.

Speaking of cuddling, while he doesn’t mind being the little spoon (despite your small frame he feels very comforted in your arms) he’s usually the big spoon. He’s nice and warm and likes having his arms around you.

He wants you to feel the same love, care, and protection that you give to others.

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[jawbreakerjuggernaut]

"Your optimism might be starting to rub off on me."

🐝  *  ―  𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

✰ Okay, this was getting weird, how did she find out where she is this time?! She didn't even post anything on social media! ✰

✰ Jolene asks herself this as if she's going to receive a legitimate answer out of her, which she more likely than not wasn't, so she's going to pretend that she invited her here to keep her heart from palpitating any further. ✰

✰ "Ohoho, there you are! I was wondering when you were going to show up!" She said through a played grin and pleasant tone, wrapping her hand around Sombra's forearm gently before squeezing firmly, and with a hushed voice she resumes, "You know, you're not making yourself any less suspicious showing everywhere I'm at. I'm starting to get the feeling I'm going to end up with a bullet in my head from a certain terrorist organization sometime soon!" ✰

✰ After relinquishing her arm, Jolene gave her the benefit of the doubt and allowed her to explain herself even if the answer wasn't anywhere near to be true, but the was a public space and she wasn't about to make a scene. Once they settled in, she started feeling more at ease and less anxious than before, having their little chats like they do, their newly-established back and forth and occasional flirtatious remarks, but in between their laughter she said something out of nowhere that made her stop suddenly. ✰

✰ Jolene heard that right, right? Sure, the ambient volume wasn't that loud but- no, nope, it's exactly what she said. She took a moment to process her words and thought how she was going to properly respond without sounding like an idiot. ✰

✰ "Oh, wow, that was really- sweet. I almost always hear the exact opposite." So much for trying not to sound like an idiot. That sounded completely unappreciative! ✰

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