#Please note that while we want to do this in March it has been put on the back burner a little bit to allow the mods to have a bit of rest

[blightsending]

do you guys have any plans on doing another opening anytime soon?

Hello, anon!

We are currently in the works of a new opening for GladeClan that we are all really excited for! Our hesitant dates for this upcoming opening will be mid to late March. We have adoptables planned and we will be putting together a "recap doc" so that new members can get a feel for what has been going on before they jump in.

We're super excited for this and hope to see you there!

~ Mod Cedar

#anonymous #Please note that while we want to do this in March it has been put on the back burner a little bit to allow the mods to have a bit of rest

[sh1-n0bu]

Sub!scara getting jealous of the interaction's between reader and dottore, so he flirts with one of the guest. Only to end up punished and overstimulated at the end of the night.

please and thank you. Take care and have a nice day, night, or afternoon. See you next ask♡

♡︎ 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙟𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙮 ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x gn!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, degrading, dacryphillia, breeding, orgasm denial

notes: i had to rely on my maladaptive daydreaming for this one. takes place after scaramouche’s defeat era but reader and scara came across dottore during a sumeru festival.

i’m so sorry i took soo long😭😭 see you at the next ask and please come again by the cafe!

ever since the defeat of scaramouche from his false godhood and the therapy sessions with nahida and the aranaras, he’s mentality has been getting better and better. not all of his trauma is healed yet but hey he’s working on it!

and it seems like the people of sumeru has held another grand festival in the name of the lesser lord kusanali. of course a festival is nothing if it doesn’t invite everyone who wants to join of course. however not everyone is an exactly a welcome guests. that includes dottore, the 2nd of the fatui harbingers.

don’t get me wrong, just because a guest isn’t a welcome one doesn’t mean they would be shoo-d out. but your sweet boyfriend didn’t like it. not at all. seeing dottore casually talking to you with a carefree, lopsided smile while he has to stand back and try not to march over where you two are and make out with you was hard. so hard to the point he accidentally put out the lanterns around him with his newfound anemo power.

and there dottore was. chatting with you as if you two were old friends, reunited after years of not seeing each other. throwing a snide remark about how your loving darling was a failure, how he can be a better boyfriend for you and how he was even better than him in all ways while you tried your hardest not to break his jaw.

the last straw for your darling was the doctor leaning against you like you two were lovers and whispering in your ears. that’s it. he’s had enough.

pulling a random citizen close by their waist, scaramouche started to flirt with them. compliment after compliment, flirty remark after one another, it even seemed like the fool was falling for his trick.

looking sideways for your lover’s help only to see him throwing flirtatious remarks with some fool, something in you snapped. first was dottore and now this? that’s it, you’ve had it. pushing the blue haired man away from yourself and striding over to where your lover is with a fuzzy mind, everyone around you backed away.

“so, what do you say if we meet up more oft-hey! let go of me you-?!” when scara was suddenly pulled away and collided with a broad chest, he knew he fucked up big time. looking up at you with a wide eyes and a shuddered breath, the dark look in your eyes made him shiver. was it anticipation? fear? excitement? he didn’t know. but frankly he didn’t care since he finally have your attention on him now! and only him alone.

“forgive us but a sudden work has popped up for me and my lover” sending a sweet smile towards the stranger, you quickly walked back home with your lover struggling to catch up with you.

as soon as the door to your small shared home is closed, scaramouche found himself trapped against the wall in a hungry kiss. he didn’t mind it, this was his plan after all. moaning into the kiss and grinding his ass on your legs, your short lover was starting to grow restless. why weren’t you touching him already?!

it seemed like his wish will be granted for soon he soon found himself thrown into the bed harshly. anticipating your next moves with lust drumming in his veins, scaramouche looked up at you with a cloudy purple eyes.

—

“aanngh-gyah! c-cumming! cummingcummingcum-!” scaramouche helplessly whined and sobbed as you kept fucking him stupid. but just as he was about to reach his peak you pulled out again, leaving his hole feeling empty and hips twitching.

“NO! nonononono! p-put it back! [name]~ put it ba-ackk! please!” more tears fell down his face for the pleasure you denied him of. sticking out his stretched, gaping hole and wiggling his ass for you, he hoped it would be enough to lure you back in. you’ve been denying his orgasm for hours and it fucking hurt.

“sniff… please? p-please? hic i-i won’t do it again…” seems like your precious boy has completely gave up. sniffling and praying to any archons, scaramouche wailed and trashed around when your thick length entered his hole again. a mess of desperate “please” and “i’ll be good”-s tumbled out of his mouth. well, you were mean to him for long enough, you supposed.

“cum for me love” letting out a loud wail and blabbering “thank you”-s, scaramouche came all over the sheets, hands scrambling to hold anything. some even squirted on his tummy. laying flat on his stomach as his legs had finally gave out, your sweet boy tried to catch his breath. but you aren’t done with him yet.

“haah haah [n-naME]?! S-SHTOP! WHA-WHAT AANGGGH♡︎♡︎!!”

“shh, it’s okay baby boy. you did some stupid shit today so you have to learn how to pay for it. or else you’ll never learn” kissing his shoulder, you ignored his incoherent sobs for you to stop and continued to thrust into his sloppy hole.

“i’ll just make you dumber and dumber scara. until the only thing you can scream is my name”. that night was filled with scaramouche wailing and sobbing your name, begging for forgiveness.

#nobu.writes #sub!genshin impact #sub!genshin #sub genshin impact #sub genshin #sub scaramouche #sub!scaramouche #genshin x reader smut #genshin smut #scaramouche smut #x dom reader #dom!reader

[no-nameno-face]

Taken Care Of Audio (read story first)

TAKEN CARE OF (WITH AUDIO)

Pairing: Reader x Ellie Williams

Summary: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact. You will be blocked. Ellies had a long, hard day on patrol, and after stitching her up she requests some TLC. 

Warnings: Smut heavy, sub!reader, dom!ellie, face riding (E!receiving), oral (E!receiving), masturbation (R!), cum eating (kinda)? Praise kink, minor blood kink, pain kink, stitches, boob play (E!receiving), first time smut writing, did not proof read (but probably should have...)

Author's Notes: Soooo I've never written smut before, lmfao. I made the audio first, for my thirsty Ellie girls on tiktok but this audio got a bit… out of hand (wayyy too graphic) so I didn't want to post it on there. I had a whole scenario in mind with the audio so I figured I might as well write it down and share it here. I am also very obsessed with Ellie receiving so I subconsciously brought that to life while editing the audio. I know it's not great, but it was very fun to make and write soo.. Please be nice to me, I'm sensitive. Lol. (I put in the story when the audio clip applies, the story starts with context) I’d like to improve my writing cause this was a good time so any advice would be appreciated!!

I hear the door downstairs creak open and shut, a bit louder than normal. I can track the footsteps marching to the stairs and I listen with a small smile as the thuds make their way up. I hear soft profanities getting closer. Ellie is home. 

Sitting on our bed I turn my head right in time to see the door open, grinning at her as she walks in. She has that crease in her brow that I recognize as her tell-tell sign that she had a shit day. She shoots me a sly glance before looking away to take her flannel off leaving her in a white tank, dirty and disheveled she pulls it over her head. 

My eyes trace down her back, scarred and bruised. Muscular, and toned. Heart flutters, and a familiar heat builds. It's crazy how after all these years just seeing her still triggers these primal feelings. She just does something to me. She always has. My eyes stop wondering when I see a deep fresh cut following the curve of her hip. 

“Shit els? What happened” I get up and pace towards her keeping my eyes on the wound. 

She bends over pulling her shoes off, losing her balance a bit and mumbling a frustrated “fuck” under her breath. Now behind her, I prod at the gash and she swears again. I can feel her flinch. 

“I'll go get the stitches, sit down.” I say pulling her to the bed. She hits the bed with a thud and leans her elbows onto her knees.Shaking her head “it's not that bad babe, im fine.” She looks up at me and gives a half-hearted smile.

“I know you're fine,” I say, giving her a gentle look “I just don't want it to get infected, okay?” 

“Anything you say doc” she says with a smirk before turning to address the cut herself. She touches it lightly and winces when her fingers make contact. I head to the bathroom across the hall from our room and grab the small white kit from the medicine cabinet, and make my way back to our room. She's still sitting at the end of the bed, now rolling her neck side to side. 

I plop on the bed behind her, “okay, are you gonna tell me what happened now?” trying to distract her as I begin stitching the gash closed. Her back flexes and I hear her sharp intake of breath. Heart flutters. 

“Fucking stalkers. I hate those things” she says, shaking her head and looking up to the ceiling. “I was on patrol,”

“With Jesse right?”

“Don't remind me,” she says with a scoff that is cut off by another huff as I add a new stitch. Damn. Every breath in sync with the sutures releases a morbid butterfly into the pit of my stomach.  “Yeah, I was on patrol with jesse. We were checking out that one restaurant by the lodge, and I found an entrance to the attic. That place has been cleared out for like forever, so I went up on my own and got jumped by a stalker.” she shrugged her shoulders. “Fucking thing nailed me into an old piece of plywood. Piece of shit.” I tie her last stitch off, and give her a gentle pat to tell her she was finished. I got up and made my way to the bathroom to put the kit back.

I turned in the doorway on my way out, “Maybe you should’ve been more careful.” She swings her head at me with squinted eyes. I shrug and turn, heading to the bathroom “just saying!” 

“Fuck off” she calls back, I lightly laugh.

Back in the bedroom, she's lying on her stomach, head resting on her hands. “And then of course Jesse had to give me a fucking lecture about not going anywhere on my own, team communication! All that bullshit.” She turns onto her side propping herself up with one arm, “I’m just so fucking over it.” she looked absolutely exasperated. Oh how I love her dramatics. I sit facing her and her free hand falls to my hip. She looks at her hand, then up to me. Those green eyes, familiar and warm. Home. I smile at her. 

“That sucks. I'm sorry. I mean Jesse should know by now, there's no getting through that thick skull of yours. What's a lecture gonna do?” I smirk at her.

“Ouch.” she sneers at me, one brow up. She lets out a quiet laugh, and looks back down to her hand on my waist. “Thanks for stitching me up babe.”

“You know I don't mind.” I say casually. She smiles, an inside joke painting a picture on the walls of her thoughts. 

“So weird that you're into that.” she chuckles

“I'm not into that.. I just..” her eyes darted to mine. My heart pounded in my ears. She's right, but it was just so blunt. “There's just something about a strong woman who needs my help.” I say fawning innocent eyes, partially joking, but subconsciously egging her on. She sees right through me.  

She raises her eyebrows, taking her hand from my hip and pushing herself up so she's sitting opposite of me. She smiles, “so stupid.” her eyes drift down to my lips, then back to me. I feel red flush my cheeks. Her gaze darkens slightly, noticing. She tilts her head looking at me. “I mean it's okay that you are, i'm not kink shaming” Her hand meets my thigh, electric, and she gives me a sideways smile. I gape at her, trying to make light of the tension building between us.

“So you like taking care of strong women? Yeah?” she says quietly with a smile in her voice as her eyes trace down my body to her hand. Her thumb started circling the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “Funny, you're normally the one that begs to be'' she looks up at me teasingly “taken care of.” Fuck. I feel heat pool in my belly. My knees squeeze together by their own volition. She feels it and her teasing gaze turns to something else as her eyes shift to them. She bites her lip subtly. This woman. 

Her hand moves to the button of her pants, “well i did have a hard day,” she undoes it and glances at me with an evil smile. “And since you enjoy taking care of strong women” she pulled on her zipper. “Mind doing me a favor?”

Jesus Christ.

“What do you have in mind?” I say, wide eyed. I try to sound cool but my voice comes out hungry. Starved. I watch the switch flip in Ellie's eyes at my words. 

“Take your shirt off.” she demanded with raised brows, and before I could think I was pulling her baggy shirt I was lounging in over my head. I'm left sitting there topless, with nothing but my black underwear on. She rolled famished eyes over my bare skin for what seemed like an eternity. Her eyes settled back on mine. I fidgeted my hands in my lap, feeling suddenly too vulnerable. She leans in slowly without breaking eye contact and my breath catches. Inches from me she whispers “Take off my pants.” 

Immediately I am in her service, at her beck and call. She knows all she has to do is ask. I'll do anything for her. She leans back onto her hands and lifts her hips slightly as I peel her jeans down the soft, yet lean, curves of her hips. Down her thighs, over her knees, and then calves, my eyes tracing every line of her legs. I toss them on the floor, and look back up to her awaiting further instruction. Her eyes are smiling with a dark inflection. 

“Lay down.” I looked at her confused, thinking I was the one taking care of her. Her tone was not a question however, so I obliged. I centered myself on the bed and pulled the nearest pillow under my head, keeping my eyes on her as she stood up and took her white boxers off. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her. Pretty, untamed. My knees squeeze, I don't try to hide it. She looks at them, and scans back up to my eyes. She stares into me as she walks around the bed to my side. I bite at my nail anxiously. 

“I want you to take care of me, make me feel good m’kay? Can you do that for me?” she asks with a small smile. I nod.

She looks over me once again (START OF AUDIO) “fuck, you look so pretty.” She climbs onto the bed, looking at me like prey to a predator. “Be a good girl for me” she whispers, as she swings one of her legs over my head. Shit, I get it now. Her pussy meets my lips and she lets out a soft “fuck” at my eager mouth. My arms wrap around her thighs, hands gripping soft flesh. She starts to move, pleasuring herself on my tongue. She moans softly, “needed this” she says desperately as her eyes drift close and her head drifts to the ceiling. Her taste envelopes me, her wetness growing by the second with the addition of my saliva wetting her folds. 

“Okay,” she moans, picking up her pace, grinding against my face. She looks down at me, before her eyes dart shut “There!”  I feel her body pulse at the peak of her thrusts and I know she's found her spot. Her bud flicking roughly over my tongue. “Oh shit.. There. There we go” she continues at her pace for a moment. Her pulsing getting stronger. Her eyes snap open and peer at me “Jesus, you feel so good.” she says as her head rolls back and her eyes closed again. She continues her rhythm as I pull my arm from under her leg and skim my hand up her body “okay” she says lost in the sensation. My palm cups her right breast and I squeeze impatiently, then rub a loving thumb over her nipple, circling it. “Damn… yeah” she sighs then her hand meets mine and squeezes the sensitive flesh with me “Baby just like that.” she bites her lip with a whispered “fuck” as she rides my face. 

Her moans and the graphic sound of her wetness fill the room. I reach my other hand down into my underwear and begin circling my own clit firmly, unable to avoid the tension building within my own body. “Fuck me.” she whines into the air, before looking down to me with adoring eyes, “that's my good girl.” her eyes tighten, “lets go” she whispers as she begins to grind harder and faster into my mouth. “Come on.” My hand on my core meets her pace. “Good. There. Okay. There we go” I love how she talks mindlessly when we fuck. Her voice is enough to bring me closer to my own apex. I begin moaning beneath her, unable to contain my own pleasure. She looks down at me “shhhh shh shh shh” she hushes as she pulls my hand from my aching clit before I can reach my undoing. I whimper in disappointment as she pulls my arm from beneath her leg and takes my other one from her chest before pinning them above my head in her strong hands, deepening her weight into my face. “Shut up” she corrects. 

Her rhythm continues and I can tell the new pressure she's added is building her quickly. “God damn.” she says as her eyes squeeze shut. “Okay” That same wrinkle between her eyes deepens again, this time out of pleasure. She rides harder pushing the back of my head further into the pillow. Her moans grow louder, more animalistic. her hands on my wrists tighten to the point that I am sure that there will be a mark. “Holy fuck” she gasps. She pushes hard against me and I can feel the pulse intensify, her sounds grow and grow until suddenly her hands let go of my wrists and bury deep into my hair, pushing me even further into her just at the right time when her head falls back in quiet breathy moans, she rides out her high on my mouth. Her legs shaking and clit pounding as I suck against it,  encouraging her. Tasting her. Worshiping her. She lets out a whimpering breath at the end of her climax and looks down at me beneath her. “Oh my god babe.” She slowly lifts off of my face and I see her flinch slightly at the air touching her sensitivity. She takes a breath before looking at me with a lazy smile.

 “All right. Your turn.”

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie smut #ai audios #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x you #the last of us #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n

[ronwestbreeze]

i love ur writing sm! don’t know if ur taking requests but if u are, i’d love to request something 💌 so let’s say neytiri was already bonded/mated w someone else, jake still had feelings for her, even though she doesn’t have any feelings for him besides respect and a platonic love. anyway jake being the ole’eyktan the na’vi are pushing him to get married/bonded to further the Omaticaya clan. anyways reader is like a warrior! like neytiri level but she’s always been indifferent toward jake, so she’s against the wedding but she’s the best candidate for it, came from a respected Omaticaya family, and just like their relationship and how they fall in love, you’d get extra brownie point in how much i love ur writing if u make jake fall in love first and have them confess their love for each other in a angsty way LMAO love u bff, love ur writing, excited for anything you write ! 🫶🏼

thick skull

pairing: jake sully x reader

warnings: none!

summary: in which you are forced into an engagement with omaticaya's clan leader.

word count: 3.0k

author's note: this took me a while, ahah, but here it is! i hope you like it. i tried my best to make it a little bit angsty. also to other followers, i took this request before i officially put up my navigation. so from here on i won't be taking any requests for now!

When you were first told of the arranged engagement, you were furious and went off hunting for hours until your father had called you back. It wasn’t like you didn’t want a mate, no, but having one thrusted upon you out of  nowhere just because the ole’eyktan needed to be bonded with someone quickly pissed you off. But unfortunately, you couldn’t disrespect your family by acting out, even if you wanted to shoot something, you had your duties, responsibilities. If you’d fail to do this, you’d bring shame upon the family.

And it really jabbed the knife even further when you first met Jake Sully, leader of Omaticaya, and saw that he had eyes for someone else who was already mated.

“He is pathetic!” You seethed to your father back at your tent. “Not only do you expect me to marry an outsider but skxawng who is after a mated female!”

“You will do this, y/n!” Your father shouted despite your mother’s attempts at calming the both of you. “I will not have a failure in this family all because you are too stubborn to listen!”

“Aaah!” You hissed, snatching up your bow. “He would be dead before we are even wed if you keep pushing this on me!”

“y/n, please.” Your mother spoke before your father could argue any further. “Leave us, my love. I will handle this.”

After sending you a stern scowl which you steadily didn’t back down from, he marched out of the tent, leaving you and your mother alone.

“I know how you feel, my daughter.” Your mother cooed, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I too was in the same position as you.”

You huff, “then I pity you.”

Your mother smiled, “you do not have to like him, just do it for the good of the clan. The elders have chosen you and for that you should be honored. Blessed to be looked upon by Eywa that she has handed you a mate.”

“He is not my mate.” Every bit of you wanted to fight this. Storm the elders’ tent and make them choose another naïve woman to fulfill this deed. You were not naïve.

But you also weren’t dumb.

After another long look from your mother, you breathed out a strained sigh, “He loves another. He will reject me. What am I to do with that?”

There was a subtle look that passed over your mother, one that you couldn’t make much of as she spoke. “You will not be rejected. Trust the All Mother, my beautiful child. Trust her.”

Giving into your parents’ wishes was like giving up a piece of yourself in the process. And since this wasn’t the usual process of finding a mate, your wedding would be soon. And you hardly even met the man you were to call your husband.

He was always either busying himself with the tribe duties or purposefully avoiding you. Your mother dismissed the idea and said he would not disrespect the union like that, especially as the clan leader. You on the other hand withheld judgment, albeit not perfectly, you waited.

You would not go to him. He would come to you.

The day that had happened was during one of your hunts in the forest. You were launching most of your arrows into a small pond of fish. But just as you pulled back another arrow, there was a sudden sound behind you.

Fortunately you were fast.

You spun around and let the arrow go. It was a warning shot mostly and you completely expected it to miss the target just barely.

But what you didn’t expect was to see Jake Sully standing there, surprised by the arrow now in the tree next to his head.

You pulled back another arrow.

Jake held his hands up in surrender. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, I come in peace!”

“You should know better to sneak up on a na’vi woman.” Your grip tightened on the arrow. “A very angry one at that.”

He took a step back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me.” You hissed, reluctantly lowering your bow. “And find a different pond to hunt, this one’s taken.”

As you turned your back to him, Jake spoke, “Actually, I was looking for you.”

Now you were on guard. “Why?”

You watched him carefully as he slowly approached only to stop and kneel next to the pond, “Figured it would be better to meet my future mate now rather than wait until the wedding.”

He grabbed one of the arrowed fishes and took the arrow out of it. Still you watched him as you knelt down, further away from him. “You’ve met me. Once.”

Jake looked at you now, brows furrowed. “That doesn’t count.”

Now you frown, not in irritation but in confusion—and okay maybe a little bit of irritation—“What do you mean it does not count? That is when we met. When the union was first announced.”

“Yeah, but…” He sighed, placing the fish down next to him as he grabbed another arrowed one from the pond. “We didn’t have much of a conversation then…”

“I did not want to talk to you.” You say bluntly, snatching the arrowed fish from his hands. “And I don’t wish to now.”

Jake watched you, “You’re mad at me.”

“I am nothing to you.” You state simply.

He stood as you got into the pond to grab the rest of the dead fishes you shot. Just as you went for the last one, Jake snatched it up before you. You hiss. “Give that back!”

“What did I do?” He instead asked, keeping the fish away from you as you tried reaching for it. “Tell me what I did and I will give it back. Allow me to fix it.” You stare at him, warily and confused. “Please.”

“Why do you care?!” You snapped. “You don’t even want this union either, so why should I believe that you care?!”

Again, you try reaching for the fish. This time you get close only for him to grab the arm that nearly grabbed the fish, holding you in place.

“Because, believe it or not, I do care.” Jake frowned down at you, pinning you with his intense gaze. “I get it, neither of us likes this, but we’re going to have to work together at least, right? Be partners through this?” Finally he let your arm go, “We don’t have to like it or each other. But let’s just get it done, alright?”

Finally, he handed the fish back to you. Hesitantly, you took it.

“Deal?”

You watched him in a very calculated silence, holding the fish close to your chest as if he would reach over and take it again.

After a pause, you finally said through gritted teeth, “Fine, Jakesully. I agree to be the utmost loving wife you could possibly have.”

He winced and you turned your back to him.

Was this what awaited you in marriage? A bitter, cold, and distant union? This is what your mother, your father, and your people wanted? Did the All Mother herself want this?

If so, Eywa was wrong.

Jake didn’t mean for your relationship to start out like this. After the wedding the two of you hardly spoke in the beginning. Giving vague replies, barely having any conversations. This wasn’t what he had in mind at all.

You seemed better off, not entirely bothered by the distance between the two of you. Jake knew he had to fix it.

So on days where you least expected him to show up, such as your hunting days, he was there. At first you hated it and would always tell him off. But with great reluctance, as some days and weeks passed, you had grown used to his presence, as annoying as it was.

“Why do you follow me?” You ask one day, clutching your bow close to you. You were watching him with narrowed eyes. “Almost every day, I think you are busy with your duties as clan leader but then I turn and there you are. Why?”

Jake’s ears perked up as he knelt down to finish off your last hunt for the day. It had been twitching and whimpering still. He’d notice you often hesitated to finish the kill whenever you did catch a good hunt. There were days where he wished he could do it for you instead of watching your endless and silent torment before finally killing the animal.

You noticed his actions as well.

“We had a deal, remember?” Jake grinned before standing up. You frowned and his smile grew wider, “What, didn’t think I’d keep my word?”

All you did was give a quiet “hmph” before dragging the animal away back to your shared tent. A part of him hoped for a better reaction but then again he’d be a fool for not knowing any better.

It continued on like this, but it was an improvement! Now he got grunts out of you and longer responses. Sometimes he’d ask you questions about your family and how you learned to hunt. You, of course, were still wary of him for some reason. Like there was always something stopping you from opening up to him. Again, he really couldn’t blame her. They were strangers forced into a marriage, this type of stuff is bound to take some time.

No worries. Jake Sully liked to think of himself as a patient man.

Not.

But the day things began to really change was the day your mother had fallen ill. You were trying to stay strong, you accepted every condolence the tribe people offered you and remained the strong warrior that everyone knew you to be. But every night you were at your mother’s side, in tears, lost, and afraid that one day you would wake up one morning and your mother would be gone.

Your father had tried to force you to seek comfort from your husband but you’d ignore him and keep at your mother’s side whenever you could. But you noticed, even after rejecting your father’s request, Jake was there. All that time. He would be standing outside of your mother’s tent when you left late at night, waiting for you. You acknowledged him once and that was all you could give him at the time. But there was some inkling of you, hidden behind the protective armor, that was thankful for him. For just doing something as simple as being there.

One night, he wasn’t waiting for you. And at first, you felt this strange feeling of disappointment settle on your shoulders, adding to the exhaustion that has been weighing you down ever since your mother’s diagnosis. But you pushed it away and wandered off.

You did not go back to your tent right away. Instead you went to the Spirit Tree. For months you had been angry with Eywa, about the union, about your father, and now even about your mother’s illness. And yet here you were, turning to her one last time to ask for help.

What you didn’t expect was to find Jake there as well.

The bushes had alerted him of your presence. Jake turned and stood when he saw you, almost as if he were caught in the act of something scandalous.

“What are you doing here?” Eventually you ask.

Jake cleared his throat, “I-um-I came here for your mother…”

You had never been so shocked. “What?”

“I know you don’t want me getting involved, I just thought…” Jake sighed before looking up at the Spirit Tree with a long and thoughtful expression. “To be honest, I don’t even know if it’s going to work.”

Still, you were startled and now staring at him as if he were someone else. Another stranger. But this time…

“Why would you do that?” You shakily ask, willing the tears back.

Jake stared at you, brows furrowed until he smiled, “Believe it or not, I actually do care about you and your family, y/n.” He approached you but didn’t get too close. “I thought we knew each other enough by now that you’d notice…”

“I don’t know you, Jakesully.” You say quietly, stray tears falling past your cheek. “I thought I did. But I do not know now.”

He nodded, watching you carefully. “That’s okay.”

Slowly, you made your way toward him, the distance going from long to a hair between you. You did not want to cry. Every harsh word your father had uttered to you about your tears had crossed your mind. Usually, it would immediately make you stop and calm down, pushing it all away. But this time, it only became worse because the only reason you were able to push it away was because your mother had always allowed you to release it just for a moment.

All you wanted was to hide away. And you did. Resting your forehead against Jake’s shoulder, hoping your cries were quiet. It wasn’t until Jake tightly wrapped his arms around you did you finally let yourself cry.

And just like that, your walls were slowly beginning to come down.

It was against your will really. There was something about Jake, there had always been something about Jake, that made you want to try. That made you want to believe that this union could be more than where the two of you were at now.

Your mother had gotten better but it wasn’t without difficulties. Jake was there at your side the entire way and you let him. And you loved it. While your father had completely shut himself away from you, you had Jake now.

And soon, you were starting to begin to understand what your mother had meant.

There was a special celebration that the whole tribe had come together to celebrate. You were at Jake’s side, watching him be a chief for the first time. You were amazed at how well he had adjusted to his new role. Granted, he was still weak in some places, but that was where you always came in. A partnership. That’s what the two of you had for right now.

And maybe the potential for…

Neytiri and her mate were at the celebration. You hadn’t been the only one to spot them.

Only a fool wouldn’t notice just how much Jake was smitten with her. You watched as they locked eyes for a brief moment but your chest hurt so much all of a sudden, you had to turn your eyes away and focus on the rest of the celebration.

You had been the fool.

After the celebration you did not go back to your shared tent. Instead, you went to the trees and remained there until eventually your husband found you.

“Something happened.” He guessed as he appeared next to you in the tree. You tried your best not to throw him off as he sank down next to you. And he had the audacity to look worried for you. “y/n—”

“I do not want to talk to you.” You hiss, jumping down from the tree.

Jake came down seconds later, “You're upset and I’m worried. You didn’t even come back to the tent—”

“I do not want to talk.” You say again as you begin to walk away from him.

Of course, he followed.

“y/n, I know when you’re upset. Tell me what’s happened—”

You whirled around on him, “If you truly did know me as you so claim, then you would know exactly what it is that upsets me!” You jabbed a finger into his chest, “You’d know exactly why I can never allow myself…” No. No. Your voice wavered. No, you had to be stronger than this. You glared at him, angry that he would have this effect on you. “I will not allow myself to be hurt by you, Jakesully! I will not!”

His face fell, almost as if he were hurt by this. “Hurt you? W-Why would I hurt you?” You shook your head and tried backing away but he caught your arm. “y/n, just stop for a moment! Okay, I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Then why didn’t you just choose her?!” You shouted. If the words didn’t shock him, the shove from you certainly did but he was quick enough to catch himself. “The least you could have done was spared me all of this pain! But instead you want to torture me! Instead you want to make me fall for you only to break me in the end! At least allow me to suffer in peace!”

The look on his face was unreadable and all you wanted to do was be left alone at this point. Your father was wrong. Your mother was wrong. Eywa was wrong. Why did the All Mother wish this suffering upon you? Why did she wish you to endure all of this? What had you done to deserve this?

You hadn’t realized you were crying until Jake’s larger hands cupped your face and wiped the tears away. You hadn’t realized his lips were on yours until you responded back immediately, pulling him closer to you. It was pathetic really, how much you craved his taste just by the one time you’ve gotten a lick at it. It was pathetic really, how much you wanted more of it.

Jake pulled away slightly and whispered, “The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you or leave you to suffer…I don’t think I could live with myself if I allowed that to happen.” A small smirk appeared on his  lips. “And I thought I was the only one going crazy with all these feelings.”

Despite yourself, despite the euphoria, you whispered, “What about—”

“Hmm, looks like I’m not the only one with a thick skull around here.” Jake grinned, pressing another kiss to your lips. “I want you, y/n. There’s no one else…what I had for Neytiri has gone. I want to start this life with you and only you.”

It was like your body had a mind of its own at the moment as you wrapped your arms around him, just to have him closer to you. And he held you just as tight.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” You whispered, so quietly that Jake barely heard you.

There was another kiss against the side of your face.

“I was just waiting for you to notice me.”

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[yuyu1024]

Cherry lips

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: idol dating, au, establish relationship

Warning: 🔞 a little smut, cursing, sensual touching, making out, pet name, fluff too

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: just random drabble again. I made these a few days ago or probably a week ago.. but just posted now coz i forgot..? 😂

Also side note.....Adulting life is hard 🥲 hehe

Struggggling hahah anyways Have a nice day and night to everyone.

Brb.

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San messaged you, saying he's not feeling well today. So after finishing your work, you hurriedly commuted to get to his dorm so you could check on him and see if he needs anything.

"Huh? Y/N, what are you doing here on a friday?" Seonghwa asks, surprised to see you standing at their front door.

"How's Sannie?" You ask

"Ahhh...." he chuckles. "He's in his room... acting like a baby." He moves yo the side, gesturing you to come in. "He already ate. Mingi cooked him a soup dish to make him feel a bit better."

"Does he have a fever?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, "He's a lot much better now. He has been deligent taking his medicines, drinking water and eating well."

You sigh a big relief. "Thank goodness..."

"He just finished showering and going back to bed to watch a movie... he is basically okay now actually.. so I'm not sure why he asked you to come?" Seonghwa says scratching his head.

"What else? San probably wants some cuddles from Y/N...and get babied even more." Mingi says as he comes out of his room. "He even asked for a hug from me yesterday when I gave him his food..." he chuckles remembering how San acts.

"Probably..." you agree.

"If you two get hungry... There is food in the fridge. I cooked something for lunch earlier... just heat it up." Mingi says as he ties his shoes. "Imma go to the studio... so..."

"Be safe... you and manager." Seonghwa says

"Bye!" You wave to Mingi.

And as soon as Mingi is out

"I'll be in my room and watch a kdrama... I'll put my speaker on... and if I do get out I'll put my headset."

You title your head to the side. "Why? What for?"

Laughing softly, "We all know how San is... when he asks for you..."

You suddenly felt your cheeks heat up from what Seonghwa just said. "Oh dear!" You cover your face.

"Don't worry... We don't judge... it's part of human nature and..."

"Does that mean... you guys could hear... oh dear!" You panic

"Yah... don't worry about it... we don't really hear it all out..  probably just once time... and we learned from it."

"Oh God!" Your cheeks and ears are totally red now.

Seonghwa pats you at the back. "Sorry... I should've not said anything..."

Shyly looking at Seonghwa. "No it's fine... if ever... hmmm... we.... well... I'll try to tell him to be more quiet... and.. me too..."

"Cute." Seonghwa pinches your cheek.

Caressing your cheek after Hwa pinches you. "I'll go and check on Sannie..." you say

"Okay... I'll go and make myself busy now." He scoffs before turning his back.

You waited for Seonghwa to totally shut his door before you march towards the opposite direction, where San's room is.

"San?" You call as you knock lightly.

No answer. It's quiet.

"Sannie...?" You twist the doorknob and slowly push it open. "Sannie??" You whisper while your head is slightly tilted to take a peek if he's there. "Hmm... maybe he's asleep..."

You slide one foot first and then the rest follows. You are very cautious, trying your very best to not make any loud noise that could wake your boyfriend.

Scanning the whole room, you see that the room looks okay, nothing to clean so far. The TV is on but with a very low volumn that you barely hear it.

'He must've forgot to turn it off or probably fell asleep without him noticing' you say to yourself as you carefully walk further more in and look for the remote to turn it off.

"What are you doing?"

You screach a bit loud the second you hear someone talk just as you turned off the TV, making the room completely dark.

"I've missed you."

It's San.

"Fuck! You scared me!" You're heart is beating out of your chest.

"I can feel it..." he sounds amused by you getting scared. "You're heart is beating so fast..." he have you in his embrace from your back. "Sorry if I scared you... I was just waiting for you to get close..." he sniffs you by the neck. "I didn't thought that you'll turn off the TV..."

"Well... me too...I didn't noticed that your mini light weren't open... now it's completely dark."

"Just turn on the TV again so we can see..." he snuggles onto you more while he wrap his arm around your torse. "You're wearing a blouse?" He asks as he let his hands feel your top.

"I came straight from work..." you say. "I was so worried about you when I read your message..."

"Sorry if I got you worried..." his slides two of his fingers between the gap of your buttoned up blouse. "Mingi and Seonghwa took care of me well... but the reason why I did texted you still is  because.. I miss you..." his fingers gently touches your breast. "I miss you so bad." He breathes in your scent from your nape

"I miss you too..." you take his other free hand and kisses his knuckle. "You're schedule have been hectic and I got bit busy too..."

"I'm free tomorrow and on sunday..." he hums, brushing his lips all over your exposed neck. "Stay with me..." he breathe the words as he turns your head towards him so he could kiss you. "Your lipgloss... taste like cherry..." you could hear him smile as he pulls away from the kiss

"Sannie... I need light... I want to see you..."

"You do?" He suddenly lets you go

"Hey!" You try to catch on and grab him as he moves away but you lost balance and fell off the bed. "Aw!!" Your knee hit the frame of the bed.

"Baby!" San panics and hurriesly switches on the soft light from the side of his bed.

You are wearing a black skirt with a slit on the side. And the expose knee hit the edge of the bed real hard.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah..." you are holding on to your knee. "It will be fine... though I'm sure I'll get a bruise..."

"Baby... I'm sorry." San grabs your face and kisses you on the lips and then on both cheeks.

"Hey... I hurt my knee...not my lips..." you chuckle.

A smile spreads across his lips and his cute dimple showing. "Please... stay..." Then he goes to kiss you again making you smile.

"Okay... But..." you raise your index finger and taps the tip of his nose. "No sex..."

"What? Why???" He pouts

"Well... unless we're not alone." You sit down and suddenly remember how embarassed you felt earlier. "Just... I don't want them to hear us..."

"But they already did..."

"You know?!?"

"Baby, how can they not? We are loud... what do you expect?"

"Fuck!" You fall down on his bed, face down. "No! I didn't want them to hear." You mumble over his duvet.

"Baby..."

You suddenly got up. "No... control yourself okay? No sex... until we are completely alone."

"You're saying that but your face shows you are not happy with what you're trying to implement." San burts to a laugh looking at your troubled expression

"Fuck! I miss you too and of course... I nee-- no... I wan--- no..." you are trying to breathe in and breathe out. "No... I'm here to cuddle and take care of you. We can play games and watch movies... to divert ourselve."

"Whatever you say, baby." San leans in and kisses you on the lips again. "I'll do whatever you say..." he hums those words like he's testing if you will break seconds into your pep talk.

"Don't lure me, Sannie. You already opened my blouse... yes... but no..." you smile into the kiss...

"I can try again later." He then pinches your cheek as he pulls away from the kiss. "I love you."

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[heartmachinez]

Hyper Light Breaker: Meet PB

PIVOTING TOWARD CHARACTER-BASED STORYTELLING

A while ago, we shared that we were developing Hyper Light Breaker with a limited form of character creation in mind - our player “characters” would be specific species, all following the same character archetype. The goal was to reduce animation scope down significantly by sticking with the single archetype.

As time went on, however, we discovered that a specific story was taking shape. And it needed to be told through a discrete cast of characters with their own backstories, motivations, and personalities.

We are now pivoting away from broader character customization, in favor of enriching player experience and empathy through highlighting each of these unique characters and their journeys through the world. We are still retaining customization in the form of offering near limitless loadout options, hub options, and other ways for players to have agency over this world.

With that said, please meet…

PROTOBREAKER

PB was featured prominently in our Announcement Trailer, but the character’s identity and role in the Hyper Light universe has been shrouded in mystery since. We’re now ready to share a little more about her.

You meet PB in the Hotel Lobby of the Hub, the launch point for all of your ventures into the Overgrowth. A former highly skilled Breaker herself, she now works a desk job where she assigns and oversees Breaker missions.

PB has a long history in this world. But she is generally reserved, and minces few words. It is up to you to uncover her past, and play a crucial role in writing this new chapter in her story.

PB IN THE WORLD OF HYPER LIGHT

PB has a unique role in Breaker’s narrative. The abandoned wilds of the Overgrowth are shrouded in mystery, and PB has been here since they were first sealed away from the rest of the world.

Within the Breakers, PB is your commander, so she passes along your marching orders from Breaker HQ. But like you, she’s curious about the Overgrowth’s mysteries. In particular, she wants to learn the goals and motivations of the Crowns—why do they fight the Breakers? What are they protecting, and why?

PB knows many secrets about this place, but she’s not quite sure which of them are relevant to the mystery. When you discover some brand new information about the Crowns or the Overgrowth, you’ll bring those stories back to PB. She’ll share her own memories with you, and help you put the mystery together.

PB has a few secrets herself, too. She’s been living in the Overgrowth for a long time, and she seems to have a strange personal connection to the Crowns. If you help her discover more about the Overgrowth, she may share some of her history with you!

LET US HEAR FROM YOU!

How do you feel about our character-based storytelling process?

What do you think happened to PB?

Blaze

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[damon-loves-pie]

Girls Talk Boys

"Girls Talk Boys."

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

Word count: About 3,200 words

Warnings: 18+, Some ‘smut’ not much though kissing, talking about sex, some touching, but nothing too vivid. Talks of sexual relations, hidden relationships, sex toys implied. Henderson reader, and of course Eddie and Max never got hurt. 

ANOTHER WARNING: Max does imply asking about sex toys and how people are in bed just like most teenage girls I know, I know she’s young but going off how I was at 14/15 I was buying them already and experimenting with things like that. She DOES NOT DO anything sexual, she just teases Nancy and the reader and asks about their sex life. But if it’s going to bother you I ask you please to not read it, or hate on it since again I am writing based on how I have experienced life.

Summary: After defeating Vecna the party has made it mandatory to have dedicated hang out days. It is boys/girls night at Steve and El/the byers. Eddie and the older Henderson Sister have a secret relationship while people ask why they aren’t together. 

Author’s note: Hello everyone! I am back with another story! I feel great to have been able to write not one, but two stories! Especially after not having had motivation to do anything in months. I had gotten inspiration for this actually weeks ago but just couldn’t find a way to put it in words. I was driving and girls talk boys by 5sos came on off my playlist and it got me thinking. And yes I did listen to the song 10 million times while writing this. It is 3 AM where I am, so I have not proofread and don’t want to wait to post because I was excited about this. I hope you all enjoy! 

Writing Masterlist

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Summer of '86 was unlike any summer before. It felt like there was more pressure to make it as normal as possible for all of us, especially after what we've been through the last couple of years. We all realized after the final battle against Vecna we were bonded for life and needed to make sure we took care of each other.

Which is why that March after the government somehow cleared Eddie's name, we started having dedicated nights for the party outside of our usual hangouts. The second Saturday had became movie/game night for everyone. While the 4th Saturday of the month was dedicated to boys/girls night.  

It was something that was all agreed upon. We would switch out homes, parents fully understanding the need of it. (Well besides Mr. Wheeler of course, but Mrs. Wheeler is quick to put him in his place.) Though it seems the usual hosts tend to be Steve and El/Byers. Steve's parents still don't seem to care to be home and Joyce somehow convinces Hopper we're all grown enough to be alone and that if anything were to happen, it would somehow happen even with them there by reminding him of high school.

All the parents knew of everything though. After the upside down broke through to the real world, there wasn't anyway of hiding what we all had been dealing with the last couple of years. Steve's parents just wanted to make sure their house was okay, while the Sinclair's were pissed to find out both of their children had put themselves into dangerous situations.

Dustin and I's mom wasn't happy with us, after having lost our father she didn't want to experience the loss of someone else important to her. (We didn't have the heart to tell her what happened to Mews though, that will forever be a secret.) Max's mom couldn't believe she had moved her daughter to a place more dangerous than California, when she moved here in hopes of keeping her safe.

Mrs. Wheeler and Mr. Wheeler didn't have a lot to say, Mr. Wheeler still doesn't believe that we've spent the last couple years actually fighting these things. He claimed we all had great imaginations, while Mrs. Wheeler was in shock but made us promise to tell her and the other parents if anything were to ever happen again.

Wayne didn't care about the upside down, or the monsters. He was just happy his boy was safe, and had gotten cleared of all chargers. He claimed to have known the government was hiding more than the masses were being told of. Said if they had just been honest, maybe none of this would of ever happen.

I don't really know what happen with Argyle’s parents, to be honest I'm not even sure if they know, with him being 18 when the events happened. Robin's parents at first wanted to move her away, to shelter her from all of this. She was supposed to be focused on graduating and band, not getting involved in this mess. But she convinced them to stay since she was already 18 and an adult, plus since she only had a few months till graduation.

Which talking about graduation; Nancy, Robin, and Eddie managed to graduate. Nancy and Robin were a given but Eddie got through with a loophole. After the 'earthquake' ruined half the town, they wanted to push out all of the students to make room for those who needed shelter. So basically everyone got passed for the remainder of the year.

But the weirdest thing to have happened since Vecna is Eddie and I. After Eddie almost got killed in the Upside Down, I couldn't keep my feelings a secret anymore. Little did I know before speaking out to him about it that night in my house, he himself was preparing to tell me how he felt.

Both of us couldn't imagine having not told each other how we felt and didn't want to risk another moment. That night lead to where I am today, pinned under Edward Munson as he begs me to skip girl's night.

It was June 28th, 1986. The last Saturday of the month and instead of getting prepared for going to El's, I was listening to Eddie's excuses.

"Come on sweetheart, do we really have to go tonight?" He teases against my neck, lips loosely moving against my skin while he leaves small, sweet kisses. The air was thick and heavy as he held me beneath him, letting his rough hands hold my hips in place while his lips explored my body.

My body ached with desire at the thought of staying in the sheets with Eddie. With my hands running beneath his shirt, nails lightly scratching into his back as he bites my earlobe slightly, causing me to gasp softy.

"No," I moan lightly, his tongue swirling around my collarbone before he bites the sensitive skin. "B-But, I think it would make everyone question where both of us were." I stutter, feeling his hands roam up underneath my shirt onto my stomach, shivering from the touch.

"We can just say we forgot," He breathes, continuing to work on my body. His lips trailing kisses up my neck to my lips, connecting his with mine. My brain fogged as his tongue traced my bottom lip before entering my mouth. Moaning into the kiss, I roll my tongue against Eddie’s, his hands moving to feel under my breast, cupping them slightly.

Part of me wanted to say fuck the others and stay right here melting beneath his touch. But I can't, we can't. Pulling away, I set my forehead against his. Both of us breathing heavy as we look into each other's eyes.

"Eddie, till we tell everyone, we can't risk anyone asking anymore questions than they already do." I tell him, feeling my chest move up and down heavily. Eddie nods slightly, understanding.

We both had wanted to keep it a secret because we hadn't wanted to give our friends another big change to deal with. We felt like it wasn't fair to them especially after everything that had happened, given we didn't expect to keep it a secret for so long. But the town was finally getting back to normal.

"We don't have to sneak around much longer, I promise." I smiled at him, pushing back his hair out of his face.

"I know, (Y/N). The town has almost everything rebuilt and people are finally starting to move back into their homes." He nods, leaning over to grab a cigarette off the nightstand. I watch as he sits up, lighting it before leaning against the wall of his bed.

Wayne and him had gotten a good amount of hush money from the 'misunderstanding' and bought a nice little house for the two of them here in Hawkins. People were fleeing after having realized Hawkins was more 'cursed' than they thought. But that meant that Wayne finally had his own room ever since having taken Eddie in when he was a boy. I hated how it had to of happened, but I was happy they were able to make the best of things.

I smiled at him as he offered the cigarette to me, taking it between my fingers. Bringing the cigarette to my lips, I inhaled deeply picturing the reactions of everyone once they knew.

"Do you think they would find it weird? Even though they keep asking why we aren't together yet?" I look at him, watching his eyebrow furrow as he takes the cigarette back between his fingers.

"Why would they find it weird?" He asks, blowing smoke out of his lips. Shrugging, I blush slightly.

"Because it actually happened? And maybe they will find it weird because they didn't expect it to." I tell him nervously.

"Do you think dating me is weird?" Eddie teases, passing the cigarette back to me.

"No," I laugh as the smoke bursts out of my mouth.

"Well then they shouldn't think any different." Eddie reassures me placing his hand on my knee, giving it a light squeeze before handing me the cigarette with his other hand.

"It's just this will be big news to them, especially Dustin. He looks up to you so much." I sigh, putting the cigarette out in his ashtray.

"I know sweetheart, but I don't think them knowing would change anything, hell like we said they keep asking both of us when it's going to happen." He reminds me, drawing circles on my knee with his finger lightly.  Eddie chuckles, causing me to smile I turn towards him.

"What?" I laugh lightly.

He smiles slightly, shaking his head.

"It's just you've never actually told me what the girls say to you." Eddie tells me, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I felt my face redden as he looked at me, knowing there was a reason I never told him about what goes down at girl's night. It's the same reason I try to not pry about boy's night.

Pulling my hands to my face, I feel a nervous laugh escape my lips.

"They just ask the normal things. Like what I think of you, if would I date you," I tell him, as my voice trails off " or If  I would uh um sleep with you." I mumble, hoping he didn't hear the last part.

But unfortunately Eddie did, causing a grin to spread across his face, brown eyes shinning.

"Oh and what do you say? Would you sleep with the freak?" He teases.

"Wouldn't you wish to know." I laugh, shoving my shoulder against his.

"Well I tell the guys I think the world of you." Eddie smiles knowingly, connecting my hand with his.

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Girls night has been a on full spring, El and Max shoving Chinese takeout into my hands as soon as I walked through the door. We watched some movies we all brought since we couldn't check out movies from Family Video after it had been destroyed. We also painted our nails, and even convinced El to let me pierce her ears after watching Grease.

It had been a fun night so far. Which is why at 1 am when we ended up laying around the living room, I knew it was far from over as our monthly talk was executed.

As always Max started the conversation, turning towards Nancy.

"Okay, so Nancy we need to know. How is it with Jonathan being back?" Max asks innocently, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth, watching as Nancy smiles. "Leaving your bedside drawer alone now?" Max continues, getting straight to business as Nancy's eyes widen while her face goes red.

I laugh, as Nancy gasped.

"Max," She laughed nervously, tossing some popcorn at her. Giggling, Max puts her hands up in defense.

"Hey, were were all thinking it." Max shrugs as Robin chuckles at the sight.

"You still didn't answer her question Wheeler." Robin smirks making Nancy glow more as she pushes her hair off her shoulder nervously.

"It's uh- um been nice." Nancy admits, "And yes, I've-um been leaving my bedside drawer alone more often now." She said sheepishly, bringing her hands to her face as we all erupted in a howl to her response.

Still giggling Max turns towards me, still wanting to start off tonight's talk headstrong. I raise my eyebrow at her in challenge as she grins in acceptance.

"Now enough about Nancy, how about you (Y/N). Have you found someone to take place of the box in your closet?" She questions, making all the girls turn towards me.  I shake my head, popping a few M&Ms into my mouth.

"I think you need to stop snooping through our rooms and take a look under your boyfriend's bed." I laugh, leaning back into the couch.

"Erica has said some things." I tell her as she shakes her head in disgust.

"Uh gross, I don't care to know what boys look at. They go feral over a piece of bread." Max shudders. Making us all snicker at her sudden repulsion.

"But let's be real, has anyone caught your eye yet?" Robin continues for Max, making eye contact with me. As I shake my head, shrugging.

"I'm just not looking to get into a new relationship." I admit, telling partially the truth. El furrows her eyebrows at me.

"Don't you want to be happy?" El asks, making me shake my head at what this poor girl has been taught.

"You don't need someone to be happy, and my box in my closet takes care of me very well." I tell them, pointing at the other three. They all share a glance before Nancy turns back towards me.

"You know who I think would be okay with your box?" Nancy says, making me hum in response as she gains confidence.

"Eddie." She smirks as Robin claps in excitement.

"Oh yes defiantly! Remember when we were in his room and saw the handcuffs on his wall!" Robin reminds Nancy. Causing Max to smile in response.

"He defiantly is a freak for reasons people don't know." Max nods as the older girls nod in agreement. Poor El looked confused, not understanding how far sex can actually go.

"Why would he have handcuffs in his room? He's not a police officer." El asks, causing all of us to laugh nervously.

"That's a conversation for another day honey." I tell her as she nods, understanding I'll explain it to her a different day. I was trying to not let my face redden at the conversation at hand, because I had defiantly used those handcuffs on multiple occasions; on me and Eddie.

"I still haven't heard a no, have you ladies?" Robin raises a eyebrow, glancing at the girls.

"I have not either Robin." Nancy agrees as all their eyes go back on me causing me to laugh lightly.

"Eddie is just a friend." I lie causing all of them to roll their eyes.

"So was Jonathan." Nancy states.

"And so was Lucas." Max reminds, making me feel defensive.

"That doesn't mean me and Eddie are going to become anything." I point out.

"But he likes you." El states, not understanding why we wouldn't date each other.

"What?" I choke on my drink, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"He likes you, I can tell." She tells me.

"He most defiantly likes you." Nancy agrees.

"And you like him too." El points out.

"I don't think you guys know what you're seeing." I roll my eyes, throat starting to tighten under the pressure of the girls.

"(Y/N) will you please just admit you're into him." Robin begs. As Max fights herself on sharing a piece of information, before deciding to share it with the room.

"You're over there almost every night for some reason." Max speaks up.

"You pay attention to when I'm over there?" I look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Eddie's home hadn't been the only one available in the neighborhood he moved to, just like his trailer wasn't the only one to get ruined. Max once again had became his neighbor as her mom had to find a new place to live.

"Funny enough the nights you aren't there, Eddie doesn't seem to be home either." Max smirks, knowing she connected the dots a few months ago as the girls soak up the information.

Nancy's face lights up as she realizes what she just heard.

"OH MY GOD." She says sitting up, slamming her hands on the floor.

"OH MY GOD!" She squeals, "You two are already dating!" She points at me as my face turns red, not knowing how I could get out of this.

Everyone jumps up slightly at my face turning red. Sighing, I pick up a Twizzler.

"You can't tell anyone." I point it at them as they scream. After everyone calms down Max leans forward.

"So does he really live up to the freak title?" Max asks, causing a laugh to escape my lips.

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Eddie's P.O.V

Instead of being in bed with (Y/N), I'm stuck here listening to Dustin give Steve Harrington love advice. Not that I don't find it amusing that King Steve is now needing a 15 year old to tell him what to do to find a girlfriend.

"I'm telling you that you need to find your Suzie dude." Dustin tells Steve while all of us guys lay in different parts of the living room. Steve looked annoyed with the young boy, wondering why he always felt the need to help him.

"How come you don't bug Eddie on finding his Suzie." Steve says defensively, wanting not to the the topic of conversation.

Curiously I glanced at Dustin, wondering why I haven't heard him bug me on finding someone for a few months actually.

Anyone could tell that Steve's words had taken Dustin aback especially by the way Dustin goes to speak and then pauses for a second when he realized all the eyes were on him. Putting his hands up in defense he goes to speak.

"Okay it's not my place, but I think Eddie has already found his Suzie." Dustin tells us, making my throat turn dry.

"What do you mean?" I ask, rubbing my neck slightly. Dustin turns to me, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, I hear you sneak into my sister's room every other night." Dustin reveals, causing everyone to gasp. "My mom might be deaf but I'm not, and those walls are thin." He tells me.

"Hell yeah man, you found the girl of you dreams. Good for you dude." Argyle smiles, lifting a his drink at me in cheers. While I nod, before turning to Dustin.

"Dustin I don't know who you're hearing but it's not me." I shrug, trying to keep my cool as the boy rolls his eyes.

"How many other people roll up listening to heavy metal? Plus you park right down my alley." He tells me. "Also, I'm not stupid." The younger brother reminds me.

"I park down your alley at midnight, why are you out at midnight?" I question him, leaning towards him.  

"Why are you down my alley if you're not dating my sister?" He challenges, leaning forward as well.

"Hold up, hold up. You're telling me Munson here is screwing Henderson?" Steve asks. "How the hell did that happen?" Causing a chuckle to escape my lips, I always knew he had a thing for her, it's probably why he was nice to Dustin in the first place.

I watch as Dustin physically gags.

"Ew dude, don't say that. She's still my sister." He shakes in disgust.

"Well it sounds like you've been listening to it for a few months." I laugh, pulling my beer up to my lips.

"They make Walkman's for a reason." Dustin shivers.

While everyone else caught onto the words that just left my mouth.  

"Months?" Mike and Lucas's eye's widen.

"Months," I nod.

"Now that's not fair, I thought she was off limits." Steve shakes his head in annoyance.

"She was supposed to be, but it looks like someone didn't listen." Dustin eyes me, causing a chuckle to escape my lips.

"Okay, to end on a serious note. I am going to need you guys to not say anything because your sister will kill me if she knew I told." I explain to them.

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Thank you!

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[naturalbornsnickerdoodle]

sick of you | bang chan (fluff)

Pairing: sick!Chan x reader

Word count: 2.1k words

Rating: SFW / PG-13

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Some curse words here and there, suggestive conversations. Not proofread

Summary: Chan gets sick during preparations of a new comeback and reader takes care of him. 

Author’s note: Imagine it’s a scene from a sitcom or romcom. I made this longer than intended, my apologies. But I hope it entertains you <3 I’m open to feedback, please let me know if there are grammar mistakes or mispelled words. Thanks for reading, enjoy!

It was a normal afternoon, you were typing away at your computer, sipping at your iced tea while listening to the city’s sounds, a light breeze coming through the open windows.

Happy with your written progress, you stretched your arms above you when your phone started buzzing. It was a text from Felix.

🐥: Y/N, Chris is on his way home, whatever he says don’t let him talk you into thinking he’s okay, ‘cause he’s not.

Y/N: oh no, what happened?

🐥: not sure, but he looked really tired and was cranky af. It took all of us plus the managers to make him leave.

Y/N: Jesus...this man and his hyper independence is gonna be the death of me. Anyways, I’ll check up on him, Lix. Thanks for the heads up ❤️

🐥: No problem, good luck!

You put your phone down as you heard the apartment’s front door open. Soon enough, your boyfriend entered the living room where you were currently working. Your heart sank at the sight of Chan. The man looked pale and exhausted at first glance, but then his face lit up as he saw you and tried to greet you with a sweet smile.

“Hey baby” you smiled back at him, typing a little on your computer saving your document, as he put his bag down and entered the kitchen

“Hi babe, I’ll be back in a sec, want some water first” he called back

You stood from your working station stretching out some more before making your way to the kitchen.

“Hi” you say as you came close to him puckering your lips a little to properly greet him, but he was busy chugging down on his water bottle, holding up a single finger, signaling for you to wait.

“What, no kiss? Man, chivalry is dead after all”

Chris side eyed you as he took his last gulps of water. He chuckled at your comment when he was done with his water.

“Sorry, babe. Was pretty thirsty, it’s really hot out” he said while discarding the empty plastic bottle in the recycling bin

“Is it? thought the weather was kinda nice today”

He chuckled a little “yeah well you’ve always been more sensitive to cold, can’t tell how hot it’s out there”

“Fair point. So what’s with the hoodie?”

He stopped on his tracks at your question. “Pardon?”

“Hoodie’s are for chilly days, yeah? You said it yourself, I’m sensitive to cold, and I’m not even wearing one. So, hoodie?”

“Oh well uh I wore it during practice and didn’t feel like taking it off, that’s all”

You let out a soft “a-ha”, your tongue pushing your inner cheek, arms crossed as you looked at him warily.

“Whatever, you must be hungry, want something to eat?”

“Oh, no thanks, I’m good. I’ll wait til dinner time”

You stared back at him not saying a word for a few seconds blinking a few times

“That’s it, I’m not having it”

You marched into the living room to retrieve your phone, pretending to call someone. Chan followed immediately

“hey hey where are you going? Babe, what are you doing?” He asked as he saw you tapping away at your phone screen.

“Contacting JYP to file a complaint. They broke my boyfriend”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous”

“I mean it’s either that or they somehow managed to clone their idols and sent me the wrong one”

“this is crazy”

“oh is it? Help me out here: you came home in the middle of the afternoon, with no appetite, sweating profusely, white as a ghost AND didn’t even come close to say hello to me properly. Does that sound like the Christopher we know?”

“Yes???” he said increasing the pitch of his voice 

You narrowed your eyes at his poor attempt of justifying this nonesense.

“Bullshit. I’m calling the boys”

“Okay okay okay you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well, alright?”

“I knew it!”

“But I mean, it’s not that bad”

“If it’s not that bad, why didn’t you kiss me then?”

“Oh come on, what if was a lil sick, I didn’t want you to get sick either”

“sure...”

“I swear I’m good! Honestly I would’ve stayed practicing for longer but the guys wouldn’t let me. So they asked me to come home”

You chuckled at the last part

“What’s so funny?”

“They kicked you out, Christopher. Ha-ha”

He let out a long sigh, clearly not amused at your comments as he usually would be, but still planting his famous thin lined smile on his face (the one that looks like this :] )

“Okay, enough with the sitcom jokes. Come here, you said you were feverish?”

“I think so, I didn’t feel this warm back in the practice room”

You came closer to him and placed your palm on his forehead, eyebrows knitting together as you felt how warm he actually was.

“Yeah, you must’ve gotten warmer on your way here. Did you get one of the company cars to drive you?”

“No, I walked here”

“You walked all the way here from the JYP building?!”

“It’s a 20 minute walk, it’s not that far, Y/N”

“for a person that’s burning hot, it is”

“Aww stop babe, you’re making me blush” he lightly pushes your shoulder

“Funny. And that blush is from your fever, you dummy. You should be more careful next time, Chan.”

“I thought the walk would make me feel better, okay? you know, with the weather being nice and all.”

“Well, we need to break that fever ASAP, come on”

You took his hand on yours and led him to your shared bedroom. You instructed him to remove his clothes and put on some comfy ones.

While he was at it, you grabbed the first aid kit which had a thermometer and your stash of over-the-counter meds. You took the little device out along with the Tylenol bottle.

“Put this under your armpit while I bring some more things, yeah?”

He just nodded and took the little device from your hands, doing as he was told.

You were done getting some ice water and washcloths plus a new water bottle from the kitchen when you heard Chan call from your bedroom.

“Babeeee”

“Yeah?”

“The um the the, the thingy says 38.8ºC” struggling to get the device’s name right

“Okay I’ll be there in a sec” you replied, and you weren’t wrong, his fever was in fact high.

You found him cross-legged on the bed, still looking pale and kinda drowsy. Your heart sank once again after seeing your boyfriend stay so still and weak. You knew your heart would do that a lot today, at least until his fever broke.

“Sit back for me, honey” you asked him while removing the covers

“Say please?” he said arching his eyebrow at you

You let out a short yet exhasperated sigh at his teasing, then tried to smile at him so he would comply to your requests

“I’m joking, babe” he chuckled and then sat back against the headboard.

You got to work quickly, handing him the medicine first, following with the open water bottle. After he took the pill, you asked him to lay down so you could put the ice cold compress on his forehead. He, being the drama llama that he was when sick, yelped the moment the washcloth barely grazed his face.

Laughing at him you said “Babyyy I can’t get it on you if you keep squirming! I promise the cold will vanish after a while. Pleaseeee”

He held his breath right before you put it on him, still yelping and closing his eyes but not moving this time.

“Thank you, now try to rest for a little, I’ll make you something to eat. Chicken soup sound good?”

Without moving an inch, Chan tried to look up at you through the compress that was blocking his view, and only managed to do a thumbs up and say “sounds great”

You planted a kiss on his cheek before leaving, asking him to let you know if he needed anything.

After a little while, you entered your bedroom holding a tray with a big biwl of soup and some mini breads, that way the medicine wouldn’t make your boyfriend’s stomach upset.

You set the tray down on your night table, then slowly sat down on the edge of your bed, gently placing your hand on his abdomen.

“Chan? Babe?”

He abruptly woke up from his slumber, supporting himself on his elbows with the compress hanging over one of his eyes.

“What? Yeah? I’m up, what’s- I’m up”

You chuckled at how confused he looked.

“You fell asleep for a little bit, it’s okay” You told him, now both of your hands on his body, trying to get him to relax.

“I got you some soup, but I’m gonna need you to sit up, okay? please?”

He mumbled in agreement and quickly rested his back against the headboard once more.

“I was resting my eyes for a minute” he said removing the now warm compress from his face

“Seems like the meds kicked in pretty hard, huh? Careful, it’s hot” you said as you placed the tray in front of him, above his legs. Then took the compress from his hand and placed it in the bowl full of ice water.

“They better, got lots to do before the next comeback”

You hummed in disapproval “well, if you rest properly I’m sure you’ll be ready”

“By properly you mean only tonight, yeah?”

“You’re on thin ice, Bang”

“Oh come on, I told you it’s not that bad. I’m sure it’s just like a mild cold or something” he said taking a spoonful of soup, then yelping at how hot it was.

“Told you it was hot”

“Thought you meant I waz hot” tongue hanging out of his mouth from the burn

You laughed throwing your head back “Oh lord, take it as karma for not wanting to rest for a couple more days”

He took a sip of his water then grabbed the spoon once more to take another spoonful of his chicken soup.

“Blow it” you reminded him, and regretted saying it as soon as the words left your mouth, closing your eyes.

“Babe, I’d love to but I’m sick you know?”

“I MEANT BLOW ON YOUR SOUP YOU LITTLE SHIT”

His laugh filled the room, body shaking with amusement as your hands covered your face in a mix of frustration and laughter.

Once his laughter died down, you looked at him fondly, watching him carefully eat his soup.

You talked a bit more about this and that. Then you took his plate and tray away from him so he could rest properly now.

Back in your bedroom, you put on your pajamas and got a clean t-shirt on the bedside table, hoping chan’s fever would break in the middle of the night. You let him know where it was so he could change into it later.

You laid on your side of the bed, propped on one of your arms, you checked Chan’s cold compress and took it from him, putting it in the bowl. While you waited for it to get cold, you pressed your cheek to you boyfriend’s, who was taken aback by your action and tried to move away, afraid of getting you sick with whatever he had.

“Relax, I’m just checking how warm you are”

“Oh here I was thinking you just wanted to take advantage of an ill person” voice a little hoarser than before

“Me? Nah. I mean, I guess I could but you’re too tired to do anything”

He chuckled “I’m not too tired. I just don’t wanna get you sick, babe”

“Oh, but I am sick”

He looked at you puzzled, eyebrows knitting together and guilt spreading quickly across his face

“What?”

“yeah, sick of your shit” you burst into silent laughter at your silly dad joke, grabbing your own belly with one arm and hitting chan’s arm with the other

“should’ve seen it coming” slowly joining you with his own giggles

Once the laughter died down, you reached for the cold compress in the bowl.

“Okay, I’m putting a new washcloth on, babe”

Chan grimaced in anticipation and said okay. You counted to 3 then set the compress on his forehead. And yes, he did yelp again.

You couldn’t help but giggle, he looked cute with his rosey cheeks and a white little towel on his face. You planted a few kisses on his cheek before laying on his chest. Chan took the arm that was resting under your head and started caressing your arm, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey. Thank you for today, I appreciate it.” he squeezed your arm as he said it

“It’s alright, babe. I like taking care of you”

“You’re lying”

“I am”

You both chuckled at the last joke of the night. You said your I love you’s before closing your eyes and drifting into dreamland.

Chan was an awful, stubborn, terrible patient even, but he was yours and you’d take care of him for as long as you could.

Hope you liked it!

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[happilyhertale]

Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 14

Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)

Author’s note: Hello you! (:

This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.

The events are not entirely similar from the series.

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

18+ NSFW

Word count: 3.6k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 15

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You have gone into the marquee with Helaena and the other Ladies in the evening because a small thunderstorm is passing overhead. It has been raining for a while and you can hear light thunder from time to time.

It suddenly gets louder outside and you hear some horses coming into the square.

You excuse yourself from the Ladies and step in front of the marquee. The riders have returned.

Quickly the crowd of Lords disperses and only the servants are running around looking after the horses. But you don't see Aemond in the crowd of Lords.

After a while you catch sight of white hair, but it belongs to your father. Daemon sees you coming towards him and smiles.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, "Daddy... I can't find Aemond?"

He looks at you seriously, "Well.... Look, I couldn't let anyone steal my little dragon.... He had to go. And this was just the easiest way."

You look at him in shock, "Dad! You didn't!"

Daemon chuckles briefly, "Calm down. But if I'm honest, I haven't seen him for a while."

You look at him worriedly, "What...? Dad... Where is he?"

Daemon strokes your cheek, "Don't worry, he'll arrive. It's not like he's incapable." He puts his arm around you and leads you into the marquee.

Aemond and Rob have been beating their way through the forest for what feels like hours now. Their clothes are now soaked from the rain.

They don't talk much on the way, but both feel reasonably comfortable walking through the forest together. Of course, neither of them would admit that.

After a seemingly never-ending march through the rain, they see the tent camp in the distance.

For some time now, you have been standing outside the marquee, under a small roof. You don't care how it storms, you want Aemond to arrive. You are aware that he is doing well on his own, but somehow you are worried because Rob is nowhere to be seen either. And if the two of them are really in the forest together… You don't feel comfortable with that thought.

When you see two figures in the distance. You notice that one of the figures has white hair and at that moment you run towards him. A guard who was standing with you at the entrance calls after you, but you do not let him stop you.

When you reach them, you see how wet and dirty and... how battered they are.

"What's going on here?" it slips breathlessly out of your mouth.

Aemond smiles at you, "We had a... stag accident"

"A what?!"

"It's fine!", Rob assures you and your eyes fall on him, he smiles at you.

Your attention falls back to Aemond as he says, "So you kissed the Stark Lord?" He smirks slightly.

You blush and only broken sentences pass your lips.

Rob walks past you, grinning, and strokes your arm briefly.

Aemond stops in front of you. He is bleeding above his eyebrow and his nose is glowing a beautiful blue.

"Will you tell me what happened?" you stroke his cheek gently.

"I told you we had an accident with a stag."

"Aemond..."

He puts his hands on your hips and presses you against him. "I'm afraid I haven't hunted anything for you... But do you still want to spend the evening with me?". He looks gently into your eyes.

You smile and nod.

Slowly you lean forward and kiss his cheek. You breathe in his ear, "Jealousy doesn't suit you, by the way."

He smiles. He breaks away from the embrace and leads you to his tent.

When you are in his tent, you only notice how soaked he actually is. His hair hangs down in wet strands and his leather waistcoat drips incessantly.

You stroke his shoulders, "We should get you out of your wet clothes."

Aemond grins at you, "Mhmmm." You smack him lightly, but have to bite your lower lip.

Slowly you undo the buckles on his leather waistcoat. Aemond watches your every gentle movement.

You carefully slip off his waistcoat and even his vest is slightly soaked.

You look at each other and stand close. You lean forward and kiss him. Your hands move tenderly from his chest to his neck and you press him closer to you.

Aemond grips your waist and pulls you close to him, kissing you passionately. A deep "mmmhm" forms in his chest as you moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss to gently kiss along your jaw. Slowly he bends down to your neck and nibbles gently on your earlobe. Your breath catches briefly as you press closer to him and realise how aroused he has become.

Aemond stops suddenly and breathes heavily, you hear him whisper, "Y/N... we should..." you interrupt him, "Aemond... You.. are my perfect moment."

He looks at you again and gently strokes your lower lip. You lean forward and kiss him.

The arousal between your legs becomes more and more palpable and you can no longer ignore it. You moan out. Again you press yourself close to him.

Aemond gently pushes you towards the bed and you willingly give in.

He kisses you tenderly and lets his hands wander gently up your torso. When he reaches your chest, he lets his hands rest on the top buckle of your dress. Carefully, he opens one buckle after the other, not even interrupting the kiss. Gently he slips the dress off your arms and your dress slides down to your feet.

His gaze remains on your eyes as he breaks the kiss. For the first time you stand before him, completely exposed.

Slowly he pushes you onto the bed and you slide up to the pillows. You notice how his gaze is fixed on your eyes, but you feel him struggling to let his gaze simply wander over your body.

But he can't ignore how beautiful you are. So indescribably beautiful and you are lying on his bed, naked, waiting for him. He looks at you with a mixture of complete lust and adoration.

Slowly you let your fingers slide over your belly until you reach your underwear, not once breaking eye contact with Aemond. You pause for a moment and look at him. Aemond is breathing heavily and he has to let his gaze wander now. When you realise that his gaze is fixed on your fingers, you let your fingers slide under your underwear. You reach for your underwear and slowly pull them down over your long legs.

Aemond gasps briefly. He notices how his cock pulsates at the sight. You lean back as Aemond slowly approaches the bed. He hovers over you and kisses you. With his knees, he carefully spreads your legs and lowers his crotch onto your warm, pulsing core. You moan briefly as you feel his trousers against your exposed, warm core.

His lips find their way to the crook of your neck, he stops briefly and inhales your scent.

You whisper softly, "You know... that I will never leave you alone again?"

He pauses for a moment and looks at you, he nods barely noticeably and kisses you.

Gently, you begin to pull his vest upwards. Aemond helps you and pulls it over his head. You look into each other's eyes for a moment and he asks you, "Is this what you really want? ... If we go on now... I won't be able to hold back any more."

"Then.. don't", you whisper to him.

He pauses for a moment and then kisses you greedily, almost wildly. Your hand wanders around on his muscular chest. Your breathing quickens and you feel him moan softly. The sound makes the arousal between your legs flare up further.

You break the kiss, he looks at you questioningly, "I lie bare before you... so shall you."

He lets his hand wander down to his pants to undo them as you chuckle and stop his hand. He looks at you irritated. You just hear his heavy breathing as you remove your hand from his and let it slowly move towards his eye patch.

Aemond nods, barely perceptible, and you carefully reach for his eye patch and remove it.

This time Aemond keeps his eye open, he wants to see exactly how you will react. And he sees nothing but complete desire. Your hands caress his face as you pull him down to you and kiss him.

Aemond has never felt so aroused. You deepen the kiss and he moans into your mouth.

Slowly, his hand slides up your thigh until it reaches your wet fold.

"Just relax," he whispers.

He moans at the feeling of his fingers being wet immediately as he is at your aroused core. Carefully he lets his fingers glide over your wet folds. You moan as he touches your clit and massages it gently.

He continues to slide his fingers through your wetness until he is completely wet. He gently presses his finger against your entrance. It doesn't take much pressure, because your wetness and your rhythmic movements make him slide inside you as if by himself.

Again and again he pumps his finger into you. He guides another finger in and notices how your walls clench around him. With his thumb, he begins to make circular movements on your clit.

Your moans become more and more intense and Aemond is glad that a storm is raging outside.

"Aemond..., oh...! Aemond! I need you... please!"

Aemond chuckles briefly and lets the pace of his fingers increase once more.

You grab his shoulders for more support and groan. Your thighs start to tremble and he realises you're about to come.

He kisses you and lets his fingers slide out and in again. You cry out and he feels your nails digging into his shoulder.

Until he suddenly doesn't insert them again. A soft protest from you is heard, followed by your heavy breathing.

He starts to open his trousers. He has never been out of his trousers so quickly. Hot kisses follow when he is above you again. As your gaze wanders down, you see him. And somehow you only now really realise how big he is. You swallow and look back up at him, "Does this really fit me completely?"

He laughs softly, "Trust me, it fits." He kisses you.

You let your hand wander down and wrap it around his cock. He sputters out a shaky breath, a moan catching in his throat as you begin to trail your hand up and down his hot length.

Aemond already notices a feeling of tightness in his balls as you continue with your movements. It takes his last will to carefully remove your hand. But he has to do it if he wants to last a little longer.

He breathes heavily and starts kissing you again.

Gently, he lets his cock slide through your wet folds. The feeling overwhelms you, you reach for his firm upper arms. You can't help but groan. Aemond notices how his cock is already pulsing almost painfully.

He has waited so long for this moment. You beneath him, completely aroused, willing, totally wet.

Despite his experience, he is on the verge of just coming. To simply spread his seed on your belly. But he pulls himself together.

He continues to let his cock slide through your wet folds. He closes his eye.

Your rhythmic movements continue to push your wet core towards him. He takes this as a sign and positions himself in front of your entrance. He slides into you almost automatically, but holds back.

He lets his forehead rest on yours, "It's about to... hurt a little," he whispers. You look slightly startled.

"Don't worry, it's not for long. I'll do it... slowly, I promise..." You nod.

"When it feels good for you, and it will, you'll move slowly, okay?" Again you nod.

He kisses you and carefully moves rhythmically towards you. He penetrates. You moan and he pushes a little further and then stops. The tip of his cock breaks through the barrier. You gasp and feel a hint of pain, followed by the unfamiliar sensation of him filling you.

The pain is bearable. Years of dragon riding must have prepared you well. You exhale heavily. After a while you push yourself towards him, again and again.

You keep moving towards him and he penetrates you deeper each time. You close your eyes and exhale heavily again. Aemond kisses you gently on the cheek, but he does not move.

Every time you think he won't fit any further, he goes in even deeper. Until he is completely inside you. He fills you completely. You hold your breath for a few seconds, your soft core still trying to adjust to his size.

Finally, you take a deep breath and feel the unique feeling of complete arousal flow through you. You start to move rhythmically, you kiss him and moan into his mouth. You are aware that no feeling in this world would ever feel as good as the feeling of Aemond filling you up.

Between kisses, Aemond gasps, "Oh seven hells... you are so incredibly tight."

He starts thrusting into you, each time your moans get louder.

"Ssh... my Love... It's storming outside, but I really don't want to see anyone storming in here right now."

You bite his shoulder lightly and he hisses lightly in response.

His thrusts don't let up and he notices you clenching around him again and again.

Aemond pauses, you whimper, "You have to stop... squeezing me so hard... please..."

You chuckle slightly, "I apologise?"

Aemond buries his face in the crook of your neck and exhales heavily.

He moves on, deeper and deeper into you, when he stops again. Now he has to chuckle slightly. "Keep moving," you tell him almost impatiently.

"If I move now, I'll cum inside you right away"

You move instead and an "ooooh fuuuuck" leaves his lips.

"Please... stop squeezing my... cock so hard. I won't be able to... last long"

You take his face in your hands and you kiss him. Passionately you let your tongue wander around his.

Slowly you start moving again and with circular movements you let your hips slide towards him. He moans into your mouth. And this is how it works. He concentrates on you, on your soft lips. He thrusts into you again.

Aemond has never experienced anything like this before. He is flooded with all kinds of feelings. To feel you like this, to be so close to you...

Similar feelings flood through you, you are overwhelmed.

"Fuck... you're... so wet," Aemond gasps suddenly. You answer almost immediately, "Aemond... I need... to feel you deeper"

He smirks at you and kisses you greedily.

He takes your thigh and bends it, thrusts into you rhythmically, deeper, but still carefully. You can't help but moan again, you wrap your thigh around his waist.

You look at each other. Your breathing is heavy. You can't hold it back, "Aemond... I love you," you almost whimper.

You notice how he looks at you helplessly. He cannot handle so many emotions at once. You just kiss him and he returns your kiss passionately.

He notices that your inner walls are tightening around him again, wanting to keep him inside you, wanting to milk him dry. Your moans are getting louder again, but Aemond can't bring himself to care about the volume of your moans now. He also groans and has to do everything in his power not to ram his hips into you with full force.

Your breathing becomes more frantic, "Don't stop Aemond.... You... you feel... so good... inside me"

He doesn't stop until he feels your walls now rhythmically squeezing his cock. You feel the warmth spreading through your abdomen and flowing through your entire body. Your belly finally reaches its peak and snaps. Your back arches and in response you grab the back of his neck and hold on to him, "Aemond! oh...! Aemond!"

No climax you have experienced so far has felt comparatively like this.

And that's it for him, his orgasm follows immediately. His thrusts become sloppy, almost weaker as he feels his lower abdomen tighten. His thighs tremble and he feels a tight twitch move through his balls and into his cock. He moans pulling his cock out of you, you whimper briefly at the sudden emptiness. He bends over and squirts his hot cum onto your belly.

You watch him, breathing heavily. He gasps and lets his hand slide up and down on his cock.

You like this sight.

He leans on his knees between your spread legs. He gasps and smiles at you. He reaches for his vest, which lies at the end of the bed, and carefully cleans your belly.

"This, my Love, is what will get you pregnant, by the way."

You look at him, "You mean with beautiful, pure Targaryens?"

He looks you in the eye and has to grin at your innuendo.

"Though that looks like milk"

He chuckles, "Believe me, it's not even close to milk."

He puts the vest aside and climbs back over you, kissing you passionately. You feel his heart pounding and place your hand against his chest.

You start talking, "I..." but he interrupts you, "I love you... Y/N". He looks at you gently. You return his gaze. You softly caress his cheek and kiss him.

His heart almost bursts, he has never felt anything like this for a person before. Not this kind of love.

He breaks the kiss and looks at you again. Your gaze is fixed on his chest until you eventually look up.

"Wed me," he almost whispers.

Your eyes turn wide, "What...?"

"Wed me... Finally be my Queen."

You smile, "Aemond..." He looks at you, almost worried

"Why do I hesitate? Of course I want to be your Queen!" You pull him down to you and kiss him again.

Aemond rolls up next to you and wraps his arms around you.

He holds you close and gently kisses your neck.

You hold his arms tightly and he manages to spread the blanket over you. You listen for a while to the rain, which still hasn't subsided. Aemond kisses your neck gently a few more times and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. You don't remember when, but at some point you fall asleep.

It's early the next morning when you hear the first servants outside starting to dismantle everything.

Aemond is behind you. He still has you tightly in his arms. You search for his arm with your hand and begin to stroke him lightly. Aemond starts to move slightly, slowly pressing his head into your neck, leaving light kisses there. "Good morning, my Queen," he murmurs into your neck.

You have to smile, "My King".

He rolls onto his back with you in his arms, "Oh how I love the way that rolls off your tongue!"

You laugh, "Aemond put me down!" He chuckles and lets you slide back to his side. He gently embraces you again from behind and inhales your scent.

You pause, "I need to talk to my father. I have to tell him I want to wed you. No one else."

He holds you close and whispers in your ear, "I'm going to go to my father right now and ask for the betrothal."

You think for a moment, "Mhm... Just a thought, but maybe we should wait until the hunt is over."

He has to laugh, "Perhaps not the worst idea"

When you hear the first carriages being loaded. You don't want to leave this bed.

"I want to lie here with you forever," you whisper.

He chuckles, "That sounds very tempting... but I don't think it will quite work. At the latest when the tent is taken down, we have to get up..."

You turn in his arms and look at him, he smiles. You let your thumb wander gently over his wounds and you suspect that they must have come from Rob.

You kiss him and he returns the kiss.

Slowly your hands glide over his chest, a deep "mmhmm", sounds in his chest.

You lift your leg and place your thigh on his, you press yourself against him. You want to feel the beautiful closeness of last night again with Aemond. With rhythmic movements you press yourself against him repeatedly as you deepen your kiss.

You feel that he is aroused too. You let your warm core wander gently over his hot length.  "Mmmh... You will be the death of me, woman."

You smile and let your hand wander gently down his torso.

"We can't make love now," you hear him whisper. You give him a pouty look. He has to laugh briefly.

"Now we're guaranteed to be heard as your moans echo through the tent."

You punch him in the arm, almost indignantly.

"But... we are almost betrothed..."

He smiles and kisses you. He leans his forehead against yours, "Almost betrothed means not wed yet."

You make a grumpy noise and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

Pressed tightly against him, he holds you and gently strokes your back.

At some point Aemond managed to get you out of bed. Perhaps with the help of a promise that you would be in bed together again in the evening.

You grab some books from him to have an excuse to leave the tent with him in the morning. Outside the tent, he gently strokes your cheek, "See you later, princess". You nod and smile. On your way back to your tent, Aemond's gaze follows you. He smiles almost dreamily.

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[monyapolize]

the mascot problem and amane's family dynamic post please be mindful if you would rather not hear discussions of religion and child abuse, as amane's story features these heavily as core elements

While watching The Purge March, I was trying very hard to slot the newly introduced characters into the roles of the four mascots. To do so, I divided the information we knew about each mascot into certain categories and tracked where I saw this information crop up in the new human characters. For the sake of ease of understanding, we will use Riyone to demonstrate these categories: 1. Basic role in the group (e.g. Riyone is representative of a faith healer; she has band-aids for ears and is shown suggesting prayer in response to being presented with an injured animal.)

2. Short personality descriptor (e.g. Her intro card describes her as a 'healthy tomboy.') 3. Representative commandment (e.g. Every mascot embodies and enforces a very specific value. The Purge March spells this out for us, with flags displaying each mascot's head with an accompanying lyric explaining their commandment. Riyone's is 'thou shall follow thine destiny,' which is used by Amane's religion as a means of discouraging interference in God's will, such as using modern medicine.) 4. Punishment (e.g. Just as each mascot oversees a commandment, they each get a specific punishment they use when that commandment is broken. For 'not following one's destiny,' the designated punishment is electrocution.) The easiest category to track in The Purge March is the punishment. We directly see Amane being threatened with a taser (electrocution, associated with Riyone) and subjected to water torture (drowning, associated with Gozake). While we do not see it directly, there is a scene where Amane is bruised, suggesting she was hit (physical violence, associated with Yuri). However, even then, Milgram staff does not make it easy on us and obscures the entire appearance of the perpetrators except for their hands. Clearly their identities are something they want to be discreet about. But that raises the question, why the secrecy? I've seen speculation that the newly introduced man who reports on Amane to the cult leaders is Gozake, as characters with faces are often important in Milgram and he fits the bill of an adult male who witnesses Amane's actions and disapproves of them. If this were the case, I ask myself why they would introduce his appearance and then neglect to use it during the scene of Gozake's associated punishment: water torture. With the identity of Gozake leaving more questions than answers, I turned to the other punishment depicted in The Purge March: electrocution. Herein lies a lot more answers, albeit very unexpected ones. The most we see of our electrocution inflictor (and by extension the suspected Riyone) is a shadow followed by a hand with a taser. From the MV alone, this is all we would get. Turning to the production notes, though, we get a lot more than we bargained for. Namely the labels 'mother's shadow' and 'mother's hand with stun gun.' (see more animator's notes translated by this user here!) The assailant is Amane's mother.

So, Amane's mom is definitely Riyone, right? Well, about that. The lyrics of The Purge March are centered on the idea of turning the tides on the one who has been punishing you. This strongly suggests Amane's victim is one of her punishers, a.k.a. one of the mascots. However, we see in Magic the aftermath of Amane doling out her own justice using her magical baton (committing her murder). Every character aside from the cat is present at the end, suggesting none of the mascots died. In fact, the mascots all look very pleased with Amane's actions! So if Amane did not kill one of the mascots, are they then not her punishers? Simply put, no, they are not. Amane's mom is her punisher, and the mascots are not. The mascots never represented real people at all; Magic was a lot more straightforward than any of us suspected. The cult designed these mascots themselves as fictional representations of their core beliefs, explaining their very literal characterization. For example, how do you package the idea of delivering money to your church, even if you live in destitution (as evident by Amane's neighborhood and living conditions), and sell it to children? Simple, create a considerate, down on his luck character wearing patchwork clothing who delights in giving what little he has to the church.

Just as the cat from Magic was shown to be just a cat in The Purge March, the mascots from Magic appear on on a flyer in The Purge March as just mascots.

No human counterpart. With this context, Magic then takes place largely in Amane's headspace, and depicts her struggling to internalize the teachings of her church. This is why the mascots approve of Amane's murder at the end; Amane believes her murder is in accordance with her religion's commandments and thus the fictional representations of these commandments celebrate with her. The only 'real world Amane' we see in Magic is the few seconds at the end when she is in her dissociated state.

My assumption that there were multiple attackers was predicated on the idea that the mascots all represented different people. But now that this seems to be untrue, who is to say Amane's attacker isn't just her mother? I have seen speculation that the man from The Purge March is not only Gozake, but also Amane's father, and that he was the one who used water torture on her. However, Amane's interrogation suggests that not only does she love and respect her father, but also that he has been away for a long time and wishes she could see him. Seeing him show up in such close chronological proximity to Amane's murder would be unlikely.

The idea that it is all one person punishing Amane not only explains the secrecy surrounding their identity (as the perpetrator of every action is obscured), but would also be likely due to the physical environment the abuse happens in. Referring back to the animator's notes, the room in which Amane is threatened with a taser is labelled 'concrete apartment wall.' The fact that Amane has her backpack and her mother is already at the place where she is going suggests Amane is returning home. If it were her school or church, her mother would likely arrive at the location at the same time as her, since she'd be taking her there. We also have a better shot of the location when Amane commits her murder, where we can see that Amane used every form of punishment on this person (electrocution, water torture, physical violence, and loud noise-presumably shouting). more on this here.

This would make more sense if the same person was the one using every punishment on Amane in the past, rather than a different person for each punishment. With all this in mind, I think it's more than likely that the perpetrator of Amane's abuse and Amane's victim are one in the same: her mom.

Was. Amane, sick of her treatment on a subconscious level, uses the faith that had been used to justify her treatment as a means to justify her murder. While Amane had healed the cat and broken the 'thou shall follow thine destiny' tenet, so did her mom by killing it to teach her a lesson. Thus, in Amane's mind, an equal infraction is grounds for an equal punishment. I had a lot more to say but the post won't save anymore so I think I hit word limit bye

#milgram #milgram theory #amane momose

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Fifteen - Blooming

My blog overall is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 665

Warnings: Pero being soft (Pedro characters are soft in the month of March), salad and bread jokes, maybe innuendo

Notes: I had to write about Pero in a bath for @yourcoolauntie @tinytinymenace @avastrasposts @linzels-blog and @morallyinept because we’re in the Pero pit together. 💕 Especially after being inspired by @iamskyereads beautiful series. 🤗

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge

Away from his amor (love), Pero contemplates many things. He is gone from home earning coin to take back home. It’s something he’s done since he was able to hold a sword without falling under its weight. Sacrificing his body most often, on occasion his mind with what he’s asked to do to people and for those who pay him.

Now that he has an anchor, someone to bring his coins back to, he no longer frequents the brothels he used to, he instead has found a different indulgence. Something that not even his vida (life) knows about. No, maybe you do a little, especially when he came home the last time and he asked you to add different salts and oils to his first bath at home. A special one to not only welcome him home but to soak away the road. Your eyes had questions that you didn’t ask, setting up the bath for your husband who’d been away.

Pero has asked the bath girl to leave him the soap, oils and such after the first time he took such a bath and after washing himself, pleased with how he smelled, he slipped off the bed after sitting down to finish drying. Never again would he let someone else save for you mix his bath.

Months came and went, he arrived home and stopped into the blacksmith’s to check on an order he’d put a down payment on. The blacksmith had nerve to act like he didn’t know what the mercenary spoke of. Pero reminded the blacksmith of not only who he was but that the artisan’s wife had been seen with the baker putting some olive oil on his baguette and he might want to finish orders timely so she has a reason to stay home.

Pero was able to finally get his order. He’s carrying it home with his well earned coin to you. He sets it out back and spies you collecting laundry from the clothesline. His hands wrap around your waist as he coos in your ear, “Buenos tardes mi vida (good afternoon my life). You look even more beautiful than last time.” Your body had stiffened at first touch, but relaxed when you heard his voice.

“Bienvenido! Estuvo fuera mucho tiempo, mi esposo (Welcome, You’ve been away for too long my husband).” Your hand reached over your shoulder and ran through his matted hair, his lips gracing your neck with their warmth. “I shall ready your bath. Remove your armor and wait inside, I’ll fix you something to eat before I start.” Pero mumbles in agreement but spins you around to face the large steel tub he’s brought home.

“We’ll eat together cariño (dear), then bathe together. I’d rather be skin to skin with you the entire afternoon and evening. Also the sunrise too.” Your head spins at the thought, the both of you would be freezing should that happen. You appreciate what he means as it’s the same thing you want now that he’s home and will be for the next while.

“I’ll have the bath smell like the field of wildflowers we said our vows in with the priest from two villages over. Plus the salts for your joints, you don’t have any do you?” Ever concerned since the one time Pero had gotten in and hissed from salt getting in a scrape he had on his thigh, you’d been cautious about putting more of the salts in his bath.

“No, none this time. Whatever you want to put in the bath is fine as long as you’re in there with me querida (sweetheart).” He grinned while releasing you and picking up two pails to help you fill and heat the water needed for the bath. It would take longer than usual and Tovar didn’t hear one complaint from you, in fact you sounded excited. He wouldn’t use the word even upon threat of death, but his love for you blooms anew every time he returns home.

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[aihoshiino]

I did some mathing in my brain about when is AI’s and the Twins birthdays since I’m trying to figure out with what we got in the prologue since Aka never gave anyone birthdays and the time line of seasons is a fuck here. but I’m thinking Ai just turned 16 around the same time she was discovered to be 20 weeks along(5 months) and it starts snowing when her death/20th birthday but the twins birth it also starts snowing with the reincarnation happens.Japan usually starts having snow around mid December til early April so I’m shooting that AI’s birthday is around December while the twins might be late march if im doing a ball park guess I know this is weird thing to bring up in a ask but if Akasaka doesn’t give us birthdays then the fans gonna have to do it with the context clues we get especially since she’s still 16 when the twins are like … 6 months. Idek I’m rambling and want to know of your take cause I love your takes

please undrstand i am saying this with nothing but love but this ask briefly sent me down a rabbithole of forbidden knowledge and insanity and i feel like a lovecraft protag who has seen too much. I THINK i have made sense of all this but.................... listen akasaka clearly didn't think about it the same way i'm doing here so really, i guess i'm the clown in this scenario. heehoo.

The most direct clue we get about when Ai's birthday falls is in Viewpoint B, during her conversation with Kyun. The flashback portion of the story is implied to take place in December (the framing device is set in December and Kyun's recent breakup happened 'right before Christmas') and Ai's upcoming fifteenth birthday is mentioned indirectly; she talks about being about to age out of the children's home she'd been staying in which would put her birthday either in December or January.

This is also supported by the fact that the the snowfall that occurs after her death is noted to be unseasonably early. Given that the series is set mostly in Tokyo which mostly gets its snow in January, December makes the most sense for her birth month. In addition, during the little happy memories montage at the end of the episode, we see the family celebrating Christmas in a space that has exclusively Christmas decorations — so Ai's birthday is not close enough to the 24th or 25th for those sorts of celebrations to overlap. With all that in mind, my best guess for Ai's birthday is late November/early December. I personally like to headcanon it as November 28th, as it matches the timeframe and is when the real life Strawberry Productions Fan Thankgiving event was held.

As for the twins birthday, my instinct was to try and guesstimate this based on the details of Ai's pregnancy. We're directly told by the text that it lasted the full 40 weeks (which is actually not as common for twins — Ruby and Aqua were a bit late!) and that a few months have passed by the time she returns to working as an idol; Aqua and Ruby are using walkers the day she returns from her hiatus and babies are not typically physically capable of using them until around six months old. Obviously the twins are a bit more mobile than a regular baby would be much earlier, but they do seem to be reasonably constrained by the physical limits of their bodies so I feel pretty comfortable saying around six months have passed by the time Ai comes off hiatus. This also makes sense in terms of Ai's health, since it takes about six months to fully recovery from childbirth.

20 weeks post hiatus pregnancy + six months postpartum recovery = ten to eleven months passed between Ai arriving at the hospital and returning from her hiatus. It's also worth noting that she may not actually still be 16 around this time? When Saitou talks about her age, he mentions her becoming a mother at 16 which is obviously the age she had the kids, but it does leave room for her to have had a birthday between getting pregnant and actually having them.

With that 20 week starting point in mind, though, we can use the remaining 20 weeks of her pregnancy to try and narrow things down a bit more.

Using the anime as reference, it seems to be around early/mid autumn when Ai arrives at the hospital. If you look at the greenery behind Gorou when he's up on the roof, you can see there's patches where leaves are starting to show their autumn colours.

Since the hospital is all the way out in Takachiho, where autumn typically lasts between November and early December (if I'm remembering right?), my best guess would be that Ai arrived at the hospital probably late November or early December.

With that in mind, the remaining 20 weeks of her pregnancy playing out in full, that means the twins' birthday must be in mid to late April. This is actually implicitly confirmed to be the case in the series itself: while Ruby's age (and therefore Aqua's by extension) is given as 14 at the start of volume 2, they are already sixteen by the time LoveNow starts airing, which happens not long after they start high school - and the Japanese school year starts in April.

I'm choosing to headcanon them on the earlier side of April, just because that places them smack dab in the middle of cherry blossom season for Tokyo, which both makes them spring babies in contrast to Ai and ties nicely into how cherry blossoms represent rebirth and new beginnings.

anyway watch me post this ask and then next chapter confirms the twins were born or october 5th or some shit.............

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #you can tell this ask made me go full pussy insane because i willingly did math and timeline shit #WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR AKASAKA!!!!!!

[bcacstuff]

OMG! Hello Hi.

How exciting today's episode of Outakes!!

Existential doubts today:

Have you seen Pu? Is there the video of the new blonde? Is it real? It's really strange.

What happened to Cinderella?

What happened to the KS model suggested by Pu?

Is MC trolling SH?

Is KE trolling SH?

What happened to the blonde from lunch?

Have you seen his last six follow-ups? Six very different women but the latest VR. Heating up motors? What do you think is VR the "lander"of the long-awaited summer vacation?

I beg you please put some light. I can't go on with my day with so many doubts. Thanks and your blog is great.

Dearest Gentle Reader,

I have it on good authority that the live images that have been leaked by some obscure blogger on the Tum, in fact show the casting director for a new spin off from the hit series Below Deck - called Temptation Yacht.

Inside sources (who prefer to remain anonymous) told me that the Captain for this series already has been cast. Reportedly after seeing the audition tape of the actor, who is very well known for his 5 acting skills, of which the extreme staring in the distance while steering the ship must have been the decisive factor, the Belgian director cried out 'We have our King of Captains'! (and all his ducks were happy as well)

Apparently some curious and very determined type of fans of the already cast Captain, camped for a week on the sidewalk in front of a well known hotel in the city that never sleeps, when they got hold of the rumored new role the actor landed.

With their cameras on constant stand by and some posters to be signed at hand, they coincidentally captured the casting director stepping out of the hotel with the actor, after a long day of chemistry tests casting the crew of the Yacht, which shall consist of solely female members, except for the chef, who will be played by a famous chef of several restaurants in The Big Apple. The casting director and actor were in fact on their way to test some of the menus and cocktails from his hand.

It doesn't need many investigation skills to work out that MC, KE, KS and Cinderella have been circling for the several characters of the crew members, though we can only speculate at this moment who will land which role. But it seems that all the women have auditioned for the most wanted role of the Chief steward who will work closely with the Captain.

Another strong rumor we heard about earlier is that a well known costume designer has been seen in a hotel in Paris end of March for some costume fittings. The costumes, though many, do not contain much materials or large pieces of fabric. It all fitted in one rucksack. The costume designer seems to be a hard core Hyrox contender it has been said.

The last addition of the crew, and a strong contender for the role of Chief steward, could be VR. Though it is not certain if she is real. The woman is of such beauty that Instagram seems to delete her account frequently thinking she's an Artificial Intelligence creation. Though she's a huge fan of Tom Brady and her husband Viktor recently confirmed that she is in fact a real woman and not a digital product.

Currently we've no further facts on when and where the series will be filmed. Supposedly on and around a very distant desolate Island somewhere in the Caribbean and hopefully this summer if the writer strike doesn't hold up the production. What we can confirm already though is that the actor will sent Voice Notes to his ghost writer and a new book is in the making, which will be released as soon as the series will hit our screens. Working title, 'Temptations on a Yacht - the memoirs of a tempted Captain'.

So my Dearest Gentle Reader, I hope this sheds some light in the darkness of your many doubts and helps you get through the next days (weeks?). And thank you for enjoying my blog! 🧡

[bechloeislegit]

Stuck With You

Chloe and Chicago have been together for almost two years, and Beca believes they will announce their engagement soon. So she is surprised to get a call from Chloe asking if the couple could spend a few days with Beca. Beca agrees but soon finds things are not as rosy as she believed.

Special Note from BeChloeIsLegit: I make no secret that Chloe is my favorite Bella from the Pitch Perfect movies, and Brittany Snow, the actress who plays her, is one of my favorite people in the entertainment business. I mean, the woman does it all and looks pretty damn good doing it. So, this is for Brittany Snow in honor of her birthday (March 9). I hope you like it!

“Hey, fans, Beca Mitchell here,” Beca stated while looking into the camera. “I hope you are all doing well. I’m taping this to apologize because I have to cancel my tour. I’m truly sorry, but my doctor has put me on vocal rest due to some inflammation in my throat. Please know that I was as excited about this tour as you guys were because I had some new songs that I wanted to share with you. All I can say at this point is that as soon as my doctor gives me the all-clear, my team and I will immediately begin to get the tour back on track. Stay well, and my team or I will update you via social media. Love you, guys!”

Beca turned off the camera and uploaded the video onto her Twitter and Instagram. She sighed as she sat back and ran a hand through her hair.

It was only seconds before her phone blew up with notifications. She picked up her phone and smiled at some of the comments.

Beca nearly dropped her phone when it rang. Nobody ever calls her; most people text her. So she answered the call without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” Beca said. 

“Beca!” Chloe squealed through the phone. “I just saw your Insta video. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine, Chloe,” Beca said with a laugh. “I just need to rest my voice for a couple of weeks, and then I’ll be back in the studio and out on the road. I have more than enough of whatever I might need to help me get well. So, how about you guys? How are things in Spain?”

“Um, that’s the main reason I called,” Chloe said. “We’re in L.A. I was on my way home to spend time with my folks, and we had a stopover here.”

“Oh,” Beca said. “Are your folks okay? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home and would be in L.A.?”

There was silence for a moment, and Beca wondered what Chloe wasn’t telling her.

“My folks are fine,” Chloe said. “I didn’t tell you about being in L.A. because I was only supposed to be here for about an hour before my plane was to leave for Portland. But, um, our plane was late, and I missed the connection. And I can’t get another flight out for a few days. Or find a  hotel room that I can afford, so I was wondering if I could come and stay with you for a day or two until I can get a new flight out?”

“Of course, you can stay with me,” Beca said. “You know you’re always welcome here. It will be good to see you.”

“I don’t want to impose, but I don’t know what else to do,” Chloe said, sounding near tears.

“Do you want me to come to pick you guys up?” Beca asked.

“No thanks, I’ll get an Uber or something,” Chloe said. 

“Okay,” Beca said. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Chloe said. 

“Great,” Beca said. “I’ll see you guys soon.”

“Okay,” Chloe said. “Thanks for this, Beca.”

Beca ended the call and went to the kitchen to see what she could fix for dinner while she waited.

Forty-five minutes later, Beca heard a car pull into the driveway. She looked out the window to see Chloe getting out of the car.

“Chloe!” Beca squealed as she ran out to greet the redhead.

Chloe looked up and smiled, pulling Beca into a hug as soon as she reached her. Beca went to pull back and Chloe squeezed Beca harder to her.

The driver started taking the luggage from the trunk. He set everything near the steps leading up to the house as Chloe and Beca continued to hug.

After a moment, Chloe pulled back from the hug, saying, “Sorry, but I’ve really missed you.”

“That’s okay,” Beca said with a laugh. “I missed you, too.”

Beca looked around and didn’t see Chicago. 

“Where’s Chicago?” Beca asked.

“He’s on his way to Savannah to visit his folks,” Chloe said.

“Oh,” Beca said. “Let’s get you inside. I made spaghetti with meat sauce.” 

“Sounds yummy,” Chloe said, reaching for her luggage.

“Sheesh, Beale,” Beca said, laughing. “When you said you were coming home, I didn’t know you meant for good.”

“Would you like me to take the luggage inside for you?” the driver asked.

“It would be great if you could help,” Beca said, grabbing a suitcase in each hand.

“Of course,” the driver said, following Beca with two more suitcases.

“Come on, Chlo,” Beca called back over her shoulder.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting your voice?” Chloe asked as she grabbed the last suitcase.

“Yeah,” Beca muttered as she pushed open the front door and set the bags inside.

 She stepped aside to let the driver in and told him to place his bags near the others. Chloe came in with the final bag and dropped it near the rest of her luggage.

“Thank you,” Chloe said, turning to the driver.

“You’re welcome, miss,” the man said.

“Do you need me to give him a tip?” Beca whispered to Chloe.

“I’ll do it on the app when I rate him,” Chloe whispered.

“Oh, okay,” Beca said, closing the door after noticing the man had already walked out. “Do you want to eat first or put your stuff in your room?”

“Can we eat first?” Chloe asked. “I’m starving. It was a long flight, and the food they served wasn’t all that great. Plus, I didn’t feel much like eating.” 

“Okay,” Beca said, leading Chloe into the kitchen. “We can talk and catch up while we eat.”

“Wow,” Chloe said as she entered behind Beca. “This is a gourmet kitchen. When did you start cooking? No, don’t answer that. You need to rest your voice.”

Beca went to the stove to check her spaghetti. It was a little past the al dente stage but should be fine. 

“I can talk; I just can’t talk for long periods. That being said, I’ve learned a few things about cooking in the past two years, Beale,” Beca said. “As a matter of fact, your mom gave me her lasagna recipe, and I can make it for you before you leave.”

“My mom gave you her lasagna recipe?” Chloe asked. “She never gives that recipe to anyone outside the family.”

“I guess she considers me family,” Beca said with a shrug.

“Hmph,” Chloe scoffed. “Then I guess you’d better not disappoint, Mitchell. I know my mom’s recipe, too.”

“I promise I will follow it to the letter, Beale,” Beca said.

Beca plated the spaghetti and carried the two plates to the counter. She placed one in front of Chloe and the other at her seat. 

“Would you like beer or wine with dinner?”

“Beer’s fine,” Chloe replied.

Beca reached into the refrigerator and grabbed two beers. She handed one to Chloe.

“So, um, why isn’t Chicago with you? I thought you two were going to your parents.”

“He’s on his way to Savannah,” Chloe said. “I was the only one going to Portland.”

“Okay, what’s going on with you two?” Beca asked, rubbing her throat.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asked. “Is your throat hurting? Maybe you shouldn’t talk for a while and rest your voice.”

“I will as soon as you answer the question,” Beca said.

“Nothing is going on with us,” Chloe said. 

“I’ve known you for almost ten years, Chloe,” Beca said. “I can tell when something’s bothering you. What gives?”

“You shouldn’t be talking,” Chloe said, grabbing her beer and chugging half of it. She set down the bottle, adding, “And I don’t want to talk about it.”

Beca exhaled and started to eat, glancing at Chloe between bites. 

“Stop staring at me,” Chloe said.

“I will if you tell me what’s going on with you and Chicago and why he isn’t here with you.”

“Can we talk about something else?” Chloe said, pushing her food around her plate.

“If that’s what you really want,” Beca said.

“We’re breaking up,” Chloe exclaimed, throwing her fork down on her plate. “That’s the main reason I wanted to come home.”

“What happened?” Beca asked, reaching out to take Chloe’s hand.

“Excuse me,” Chloe said, snatching her hand from Beca before standing and rushing out of the room.

Beca remained where she was with her eyebrows raised to her hairline as she watched Chloe rush out of the kitchen. 

“What the Hell was that?” Beca muttered.

After a few minutes, Beca shook her head and went to find Chloe.

~ Stuck With You ~

Beca found Chloe sitting on the floor outside the upstairs bathroom.

“Chloe?” Beca said as she eased down to sit next to her. “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m fine, and no, I don’t want to talk about it,” Chloe said, hugging her knees.

“Okay,” Beca said, wrapping her arm around Chloe’s shoulders. “I’m here when you’re ready.”

Chloe laid her head on Beca’s shoulder and wiped a tear from her eye.

“He cheated on me, Beca,” Chloe said, sniffling. “I caught him with some girl six months ago, and he swore it only happened because he was drunk and begged me to forgive him; so I forgave him. And then, two weeks ago, I came home early from a weekend getaway with some friends and caught him in our bed with another girl. I got angry and yelled at him and he said it was my fault he cheated. He only did it because I wasn’t giving him what he needed, so he had to find it elsewhere.”

“What a dick,” Beca mumbled.

“I wanted to come home because I couldn’t stand to be around him anymore,” Chloe said. “I should have left him the first time I caught him cheating, but I didn’t have any money. Then Chicago said he wanted to go home to Savannah and offered to pay my way so I could go to see my folks. I didn’t really want to travel with him, but I still didn’t have any money, and since he offered to pay for everything, I agreed.”

Chloe took a deep breath and wiped her eyes.

“The flight was horrible,” Chloe continued. “I kept talking about how excited I was to see my folks, and he kept trying to sweet talk me into going to Georgia with him. He didn’t want his folks to know he cheated and that we were breaking up. I got upset and yelled at him. And he yelled back that it didn’t matter what I wanted because he got me a ticket to Savannah, not Portland. I called him an asshole and got up. I was standing in the aisle yelling back and forth with Chicago, when a guy a few rows back from us offered to switch seats with me so I didn't have to stay next to Chicago. I took him up on it and moved. I was still seething when the plane descended into L.A. for the layover. Chicago tried to grab me as I exited the plane, but the nice guy who switched seats held him back. Finally, I was able to get off the plane. I was going to change my ticket to go to Portland, but it would cost more, and as I said, I don’t have any money. Then I saw your video and decided to call you. And now you’re stuck with me because I can’t get to Portland.”

“I thought you said you missed the connecting flight to Portland?” Beca said, furrowing her brow.

“That was a lie,” Chloe said, looking down at her hands. “I didn’t want to tell you what was really going on, so I lied, and I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, I guess,” Beca said. “One question, though.”

“What is it?”

“How did you get all your luggage off the plane if you were supposed to be continuing onto Savannah?”

“Oh,” Chloe chuckled. “The stewardess saw how upset I was and sweet-talked the guys removing the luggage for everyone staying in L.A. to find and remove mine as well.”

“That sounds like something that would happen to you,” Beca said, smiling. "And I can understand why you felt the need to make up a lie. But you should know by now you can tell me anything; I will always be there for you, Chloe. Hell, I would have bought you a ticket home six months ago if you had told me about the cheating.”

“I know,” Chloe said. “And I hate to ask you this now, but can I stay here with you for a little while longer? I’m not ready to face my parents just yet. They think Chicago and I were both coming to visit.”

“You can stay as long as you like,” Beca reassured Chloe. “And I think you should call your parents and tell them the truth about you and Chicago breaking up; him buying you a ticket to Savannah, not Portland; and you not being able to get a flight because you don’t have the money. By the way, I will buy you a ticket when you’re ready to go to Portland. But please call your mom and tell her everything. You’ll feel better, and you know your mom will be glad to know you’re safe here with me.”

Beca put her hand to her throat and gently massaged it, grimacing as she did so.

Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand. “Oh, my gosh, are you okay? I shouldn’t be making you talk so much. Come on; I’ll make some hot tea with honey for your throat. It helped me when I had nodes.”

Beca let Chloe drag her back downstairs and into the kitchen.

~ Stuck With You ~

Beca went to her doctor two weeks later to have him check her throat. It was still bothering her, and she was afraid he would make her stay on voice rest for much longer; she wasn’t wrong.

Beca entered her house, frowning. Chloe was in the kitchen and heard Beca come in; she went to see what the doctor told Beca.

“My throat isn’t getting any better,” Beca said, grimacing. “I have to go on complete vocal rest. No talking, no singing, no exceptions for two weeks.”

“Why are you talking now?” Chloe asked, holding a pad and pen out toward Beca. 

Beca took the pad and looked at Chloe with a raised brow.

“Write it down and stop talking,” Chloe instructed.

Beca opened her mouth to speak, and Chloe put her hand over it to stop her.

“No talking,” Chloe said. “Doctor’s orders.”

Beca shook her head, trying to get Chloe’s hand from her mouth. 

“No,” Chloe said. “It will take much longer for you to get better if you don’t follow your doctor’s orders. Do you understand?”

Beca inhaled deeply through her nose and let it out, nodding.

“Good,” Chloe said, removing her hand from Beca’s mouth. “Now, write down who I need to call to let them know you’ll be on vocal rest at home for at least another two weeks.”

Beca huffed and flopped down on the sofa. She crossed her arms and glared at Chloe.

“Stop glaring at me, Beca,” Chloe said. “It’s going to be fine. I’m here to help you in any way I can. So, just relax and follow your doctor’s orders.”

Beca sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry. I just hate being sick.”

“I know,” Chloe said as she sat beside Beca, taking her hand. “On a happier note, I called my mom today. She said to tell you hello.”

“How are she and your dad doing?”

“They’re doing well,” Chloe said. “She, um, asked when I was going to come home.”

Beca sat up and looked at Chloe.

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her I didn’t know yet.”

“Call her back and tell her if you, um, if you leave, I’ll be left here alone. I don’t think I can handle being alone for a long period of time. If you’re not here to stop me, I’ll try to talk and sing, and then who knows how long I’ll be on vocal rest. Tell her I need you here. That my career depends on it.”

Chloe smiled and took Beca’s hand.

“Dramatic much?” Chloe asked, laughing. “Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere. I already told my mom I wanted to stay here and take care of you because you are terrible at taking care of yourself.”

Beca scoffed and slumped down on her sofa. “I can take care of myself.”

“You just said you needed me,” Chloe said. She then pursed her lips in a pout. “Are you now saying that you want me to go?” 

“What? No, I wasn’t saying that,” Beca said. “I love you. I mean, I love having you here.”

Chloe’s smile grew, and she leaned in to kiss Beca on the cheek. “I love you, too. I mean, I love being here with you, too.”

Beca put her hand to her cheek and smiled.

~ Stuck With You ~

The following two weeks were frustrating for Beca. Chloe was steadfast in keeping Beca from talking, so she constantly had to write down everything she wanted or needed to stay. 

Having to write everything made Beca realize how much her writing looked like chicken scratches. They would often have a good laugh at Chloe reading Beca’s notes and saying something that made no sense. For fun, Chloe wouldn’t let Beca tell her what it was supposed to say and would keep throwing out ridiculous words. This would occasionally lead to Beca laughing so hard that it hurt her throat. Chloe would always apologize, but Beca would wave it off and write that no apology was necessary.

At the end of the two weeks, Chloe went with Beca to her doctor’s appointment. She spoke for Beca until the doctor examined Beca and gave her the all-clear to resume talking. Chloe asked about Beca singing, and the doctor said it was okay but that she should stop if her throat bothered her.

“Thank you, doctor,” Beca said as she left his office. “Come on, Chloe. I’m going to buy you lunch.”

~ Stuck With You ~

After returning home from lunch, Beca called Theo and told him what the doctor had said about singing.

“That’s good news, Beca,” Theo said. “But, just to be safe, take the rest of the week and come back to work on Monday. We need to get you out on the road and can’t have you canceling shows again.”

“Thanks, Theo, I appreciate that,” Beca said. “And I’ll see you on Monday.”

Beca left her office and went in search of Chloe.

“What are you doing?” Beca asked when she walked into the kitchen to find Chloe standing at the counter with a bunch of ingredients in front of her. “We just got back from lunch. Don’t tell me you’re hungry already.”

“No, silly. I’m making my mom’s lasagna for dinner,” Chloe said. “You know the sauce needs to simmer and then cool before I can put everything together.”

“Oh,” Beca said. “So, I talked to Theo, and he gave me the rest of the week off. I don’t have to report to work until Monday.”

“That’s wonderful,” Chloe said. “I think the extra couple of days will do you good.”

“I agree,” Beca said.

“Now that you’re allowed to speak, I wanted to run something by you,” Chloe said. “I can come back to this. Can we go into the living room and talk?”

“Is something wrong?” Beca asked.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” Chloe quickly reassured her, taking Beca’s hand and leading her into the living room.

Chloe sat on the sofa and pulled Beca down next to her.

“Chloe, what’s going on?” Beca asked.

 “I, uh, realized something this past month,” Chloe said. “I love, um, being in L.A.”

Chloe paused and looked down at her hands.

“And?” Beca prompted.

“And I was hoping to look for a job and stay in L.A.,” Chloe continued. “And I was also hoping I could continue to live here with you.”

“So, you want to stay here?” Beca asked. “With me?”

“I’m staying here for you,” Chloe said, turning to stare into Beca’s eyes. “The thing I realized is that I’m in love with you, Beca.”

“You’re, uh,” Beca stammered. “You’re what?”

“I’m in love with you,” Chloe repeated. “And if I don’t stay, how else am I going to get you to realize that you’re in love with me, too?”

“I’m, uh,” Beca stammered. “Wh-what?”

“Don’t worry,” Chloe said. “You’ll see things my way before too long. I guarantee it.”

Chloe leaned in and kissed Beca’s cheek. She then stood, saying, “I’m going to go start the sauce for dinner.”

Beca’s mouth hung open in surprise as she stared after Chloe. She shook her head and followed Chloe, stopping inside the door to look at her.

“What makes you think I’m in love with you?”

“Oh, Beca,” Chloe said, smiling sweetly. “Sweetie, I don’t think you’re in love with me; I know you are.”

“But, but,” Beca stammered. “How do you know that?”

Chloe slowly made her way over to Beca, stopping just a foot away. “Are you saying you’re not in love with me?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” Beca said, running a hand through her hair.

“So, you are in love with me?”

“Yes, no. Wait. I mean…Ugh, I’m so confused,” Beca said, looking around for someone to help her understand what was happening. “What is happening right now?”

“It’s okay, Beca,” Chloe said, stepping into Beca’s personal space and wrapping her arms around Beca’s shoulders. “Give it time, and you’ll be feeling it, too. And admitting that you’re in love with me will be the best thing that could ever happen to you. And me.”

“Oh,” Beca said as Chloe brushed her lips against Beca’s.

It was just a light brushing of their lips, but Beca felt like a lightning bolt had hit her. She pushed forward, wrapping her arms around Chloe’s waist and deepening the kiss.

It was Chloe’s turn to be surprised as the kiss progressed. Finally, Beca ended the kiss and pressed her forehead to Chloe’s.

“Um, I’m in love with you, too, Chloe,” Beca said, pulling back to stare into Chloe’s eyes.

“Good,” Chloe said. “It’s settled then. I’m staying in L.A., and we’ll start dating. I can’t wait to tell my mom about this. She’s the one who helped me realize that Chicago was never the right one for me because I’m in love with you.”

“Let’s go to Portland,” Beca said suddenly. “I don’t have to be at work until Monday, and we can give your folks the news about us in person.”

“I love that idea,” Chloe said, leaning in to kiss Beca. “And I love you.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that,” Beca said, smiling. “Let’s make our reservations for Portland and surprise your folks.”

“What a great idea,” Chloe said, leaning in to kiss Beca again. “But can we do that later? I’m kind of enjoying what we’re doing now.”

“Later it is,” Beca murmured against Chloe’s lips as she pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

#BeChloe #It's Brittany Snow's birthday #Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale

[writing-for-life]

Sandman Stuff Master Post and Intro (under the cut)

I had to finally organise this, so here come the links and tags to all my stuff.

I love getting asks about all of the below, so see this as an encouragement to slide into my inbox…

Sandman Meta-Analysis (for a slightly less chaotic take, I have also grouped them into literary/conceptual/psychological, musical and art for you)

Sandman Fics (m/f and f/f, both OC and canon pairings) & Poems

Sandman Art (grouped into my own (not much because… hang-ups and lack of time) and that of others, with a separate tag for official Sandman artists).

Sandman March Mania was an event we specifically ran for the comics art lovers, so check it out

Sparkle Content Curation (a not-quite-serious collection of Dream/Morpheus thirst-trap fan-art and unhinged posts). Please also peruse the tags #contraceptive sparkles, #glitter herpes and #murphy and his cool hat if this hell-site has left you in a state of being desperate for laughs

On that note: I’m also Dream’s Therapist. I think we all agree he needs one.

Personal Intro (who am I, and what am I up to when I don’t waste time on Tumblr) under the cut

Want to know who I am? Read on…

Once there was a girl with so many words, so many images, so many songs in her head that had no place to go. So she decided some of them will just go here…

Well, that sounds a bit contrived, but it’s not entirely untrue. Apart from the “girl”-part, because I’m at the younger end of Gen X. Or the “no place to go”-part, because some of my work actually *did* go places. Just not the stuff I decided to put on here…

Which is mostly Sandman stuff right now, let’s be honest (I fell in love with it when I was 16, and it still has a tight grip on me now). And the fact that it’s a wild mix between my metas, my fanfic and a bit of my doodling already shows the pull in different directions I have experienced for most of my life:

I’ve been a writer since my teenage years, and in another life, I’d maybe have more faith in myself, and writing would be all I’d do. Or maybe not, since I can never just do one thing for too long. Nevertheless, one of my teachers in high school was convinced I needed to tell stories to be happy and warned me about a career in science. Back then, I thought he was overly dramatic. Looking back on it, I sometimes think he had a point.

I’ve worked in science/academia, creative/performing arts and mental health. I guess I’m just a multi-hyphenate who can’t make up her mind what she wants to do with her life, so she tries to do it all and ends up burned out half of the time.

For now, I support people who go through really terrible stuff, and it means the world to me. But it is equally hard and sometimes soul-destroying. Hence, I’ve stopped working for our health service and focus more on my writing these days (both fiction and non-fiction) while still seeing a particular subset of clients privately, but on a much more manageable scale that also takes my own well-being into consideration. You can’t pour from an empty cup…

I’m bilingual and write most of my non-fiction in English and my fiction in my (what I perceive as stronger) other language. But I write fanfic exclusively in English because I want to separate it from my other writing: Somewhere along the way, I managed to publish a few novels under a pen name, and only a select few people know about it. And I intend to keep it that way.

My partner (a graphic artist) thinks I should do more with my art, but I feel everything about it is wrong, and I’m not formally trained. I used to draw much more (mostly pencil and ink), but between working and having a family, something had to give, and if I have to choose, writing always comes first. But I doodle and experiment a lot in Procreate because it’s quicker, and it usually helps me when I procrastinate on my writing. I drop the odd drawing in here (like my avatar), but I don’t see myself as a fine artist, and I’m in perpetual awe of the fanart and talent I see on here.

I also compose and still work as a musician sometimes. As you can tell from the one line devoted to it, performing isn’t really that important to me anymore. However, music is. I have a small adjunct teaching gig at a University that ties in with both performance and psychology. So at this stage of my life, this particular area has become more about giving back.

Nothing I put on here is intended to ever be published in “real” life (maybe that’s odd, because this is still real life, after all). This is just an account for unapologetically being me, unfiltered, with all my hyperfixations—and undoubtedly some pointless shitposts just for fun…

#the sandman #sandman #the sandman meta #sandman meta #sandman fanfic #sandman fanfiction #the sandman fanfic #the sandman analysis #the sandman character analysis #sandman master post #sandman poetry #sandman haiku #sandman musical analysis #sandman fanart #sparkle content #contraceptive sparkles #glitter herpes #murphy and his cool hat #intro post #blog intro #pinned intro

[kai-anderson-whore]

He's a cult leader (part 8) (kai Anderson x fem reader)

Summary:y/n moved back to Michigan after her college degree in music where she reunites with an old lover kai Anderson

Warnings: murder, mass shooting, mentions of suicide

A/n: for the people who sent requests I apologise it's taken a while to write them I have been busy with college hopefully have one or two up tomorrow 😊

Part 7 here

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"Everyone got everything ready?" You asked shoving your black boots on your feet, "yes" everyone replied with their masks on, you shoved your clown mask under you arm as kai went over everything one last time.

"We take out Sally and if anyone else is in there they meet the same fate" he said winter and Meadow already doing their part of the plan, leaving the rest on their merry way.

The mask now over your head hopping into the van Harrison driving to Sally's house, you and kai sat together masks now off, you were humming a tune kai didn't recall, "what songs that?" He asked, he always loved your passion for music even if you never wanted to be famous it was an outlet for you something to teach the kids you worked with.

"It's something I'm sort of working on not quite finished yet" you chuckled lightly, you felt like charles manson when kai would have you sing your songs to the cult them now memorising all the words, you didn't necessarily hate it glad they actually liked the shitty songs you called them.

"It will be great your really talented" he said something you heard him say to Meadow when she showed him her art work, you gave him a small smile his hand on your thigh, "we're almost there" Harrison called everyone putting their masks on including you.

"Ready baby?" Kai asked his voice muffled from his mask, "Let's do this" you replied as the van came to a halt, one by one you all stepped out and invaded the home of kai's opponent.

Entering the home greeted with Sally holding a gun, watching us as she pointed the gun, "please one of you assholes make a move, I'm desperate to make an example of someone" she said before someone came up behind her taking the gun off her holding her mouth closed knocking her to the ground.

Kai stood above her removing his mask, you watched him as he talked "you know what the problem is with you over educated elites?".

"You overestimate your ability to control the world" "killing me isn't going to stop the march of progress" Sally stated on the ground she wasn't in fear well visibly anyway.

"Maybe but it still going to feel so fucking good" kai said looking down at her "this is a spazim in democracy your nothing but a passing fever" she yelled at kai he just grinned evilly at her.

"And your the last of the intellectuals"

"Knowing stuff has no value anymore not when the answer is sitting in my back pocket or sitting on my desk" he said walking away you held keffler down as he went over to her laptop.

"The youth has it figured out the future will be filled with beautiful idiots who just want to feel" he continues looking at the screen of Sally's laptop.

"Facebook?" He asked now his attention on the screen, "you are old" he stated clicking on god knows what, "can I please kill her" you said now annoyed at her wriggling under you, "no, no y/n too sloppy we have to send a message with Sally that the world she knows is dead" kai said now making a Facebook status on Sally's unwilling behalf.

He clicked on the keypad as he voiced what he was typing on Facebook "dear followers and friends, tonight after many long nights of careful thinking, I have come to realise something that the truths we have always held to be self evident, all men are created equal, knowledge is power, ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country, they are all bullshit the future will be guided by self interest, self promotion and narcissism, and that is a future I can not stand and so this is my suicide note" kai said finishing off the status.

"NO, NO no please" Sally begged now in full fear of her life "already getting some likes" kai shrugged nonchalant taking a swig of whatever Sally had in her mug, "nobody going to believe that" Sally said trying to get out of yours and the others grasp, "mhmm of course they will" kai said turning around to us, "it's on Facebook".

"No, no" Sally tried to get out the grasp she was under kai walked over to her, gun in hand, he looked over to you as he placed the barrel of the gun on her chest, "wanna help?" He asked with a smirk you finger on top of his on the trigger as you pulled killing Sally keffler.

You felt nothing now used to doing this with kai, you knew you hated it but did nothing too lovesick to stop that was kai's disease making his followers that loyal it's like their lovesick ivy went off to search the house, you got off keffler kai pulling your mask off grabbing you smashing his lips onto yours infront of everyone, his tongue entering your mouth in the rough make out session.

Pulling away for air you were flustered as kai wiped down anything he touched just incase, you found the blunts that were laying on the table taking them for yourself, "no y/n no drugs" kai said, you let out a huff "it's just one kai won't hurt" you said taking one anyway not listening to him.

Putting your mask back on making sure you all were unseen as you hopped in the van going back home, again sat beside kai his eyes never left you as you talked with beverly hope, about something music related, he saw the passion in your eyes as you talked about something you loved, they same way they would light up in college when you got a chance to talk about music especially your favourite artists.

"You should play tonight y/n" Gary chimed in the conversation, "Yeah why not" you chuckled glancing over at kai who smiled down at you, you felt butterfly's in your stomach everytime kai looked at you like that with that glimmer in his eyes, you were so love sick it was unbelievable.

Kai felt the same he never wanted anything or anyone to hurt you, he wanted to spend the last of his days with you even all those years ago he felt like that and still does.

...

The day of Meadows attempt to shoot kai rolls along you dreaded it you couldn't bear to see kai in a hospital again, you stood in the crowd watching kai speak to the crowd the anxiety coursing through your body shaky hands trembling lip waiting on the dreaded moment.

You couldn't even hear what kai was talking about, you head spinning then, BANG, a gunshot fired hitting a woman close by you in the head, then straight at kai's thigh, you screamed in fear running up to kai as Meadow shot away.

Ally was screaming for Meadow to stop, on the ground you holding kai sobbing your eyes out you were scared for the first time in a long time you showed your fear not caring if you were weak, you didn't know what happened next all you saw was Meadow laying dead on the ground ally swarmed by police and an ambulance coming over to you and kai.

"Please get him to the hospital" you cried out the ambulance taking kai in the back of the vehicle, you stayed by his side panicking, you didn't Say anything on the ride to the hospital your eyes fixed on kai as the paramedics checked him over.

It all was happening too fast till it felt like it went on for years in the hospital, kai was in surgery you sat in the waiting room your leg bounced in anticipation waiting on the doctor giving you an update you had called winter telling her what happened even though she knew but giving her an update whenever you got one.

"Y/n y/l/n" a doctor said coming towards you, "how is he doctor will he be okay?" you asked standing up, "he'll be fine he'll need walking sticks for a while he's lucky he could have not been able to walk with that leg again" the doctor said "can i see him?" You asked the doctor sighed "not right now he's in rest once he wakes up and we do a few more checks on him then yes you can see him" you thanked the doctor leaving them to go back to what they were doing.

'Come on winter' you thought to yourself your leg bounced in anxiety you wanted to see kai even though you were told he's fine you still couldn't help but think he's not, how could you not a few hours ago he was shot in the leg.

The doors burst open revealing winter in panic, "y/n how is he is he okay" she asked frantically you placed your hands on her shoulders in attempt to calm winter down but it didn't help, "he's fine he'll need to use a walking stick for a while his leg will be in a cast he's lucky" you reported "I'll kill him with these bright ideas what was he playing at y/n what if she missed and killed him" winter broke down crying you hugged her letting all her emotions fall.

You were crying too, "I know win I wish he wasn't like this but the bittersweet part of it is that he's fine we can see him soon they want to do more checks on him once he's awake" you sighed wiping winters tears away, "you know y/n your like the sister I never had kai's really lucky to have you, you bring out the old him even for a second but I see it in his eyes when your around it's like I have my brother back" she smiled sadly.

"Maybe I just wish he was fully like the old kai but maybe one day if he isn't dead or in prison" you sobbed wiping your tears now, your head was going 100 miles an hour you felt dizzy needing to sit down.

"Hey we'll be okay hopefully there's no more crazy plan's he's nearly got what he wants" winter said as you looked blankly at the wall, with glassy eyes, "I don't think so winter" you sighed.

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