#and some good ol fashioned intrigue

[mvndrvke]

@alootus : i owe you my life. / for seril !

"You don't owe me anything," Seril says, shaking her head at Padme's words. "The whole point of being a decoy is to keep you safe. I'm glad to do it. And I'm glad you're alright." She gives her a reassuring smile. "I'll be back to my duties soon, I promise. I just need to recover a bit more."

#alootus #{ seril || padme amidala // alootus } #( interactions || seril jinn ) #meme replies ! #some good ol fashioned political intrigue and drama lmao

[regalevansworth]

The butterfly effect🦋

Pairing : Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Summery : Elated and thrilled to be able to start off your career in the fashion world, your first assignment is to help create costumes for superheroes. But this elation brings a sudden change in your life's trajectory when a chance encounter with none other than the Hollywood sensation-slash-hunk Chris Hemsworth transpires.

Warnings/tags : Explicit, SMUT 18+, resolved sexual tension, oral sex, anal sex, age difference (you're in your early 20's and Chris in his actual age), size difference, biting, Choking, dirty talking, manhandling, strength kink, body worshipping, Mature themes.

Word count : 6.3k+

A/N : Serving you, my first Chris Hemsworth fic. Despite being so underrated, CH fandom will live. I mean....who doesn't love our good ol’ Hemsy, right? So, here it is- a hot and spicey Chris Hemsworth smutty fic. I profusely apologize for all my mistakes and errors . Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it as well. And fyi, I envisioned Chris single in this fic. But it doesn't matter so you can pretend otherwise. Other than that, it's a legitimately sexy time. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed. Enjoy <33

Never in a million years would you have thought of getting an oppprtunity like this. For as long as you can remember, fashion has always been a subject of fascination to you. The puzzle of fabric, needle and thread intrigued you so much so that you decided, at a very young age, that you'd be persuing fashion as a career. Your parents held no grudges on your choice of profession. They encouraged you even.

So here you are today, after 4 years of continuous study with utmost diligence and dedication, bagging your first ever job as the wardrobe supervisor of costume department in a 250Million budget movie. Which, also apparently, happens to be a Marvel Studios movie. The next THOR movie. Hence, to your inner superhero geek, it's a cherry on top.

Your interview with the head Costume designer and other production managers was pretty jarring as they encountered you with several complicated aspects of being a wardrobe supervisor. But you proved your worth with practiced ease although feeling a bit self-conscious of having no prior experience. All in all, your wit and knowledge saved the day. And you could tell from the look on their faces that they were pleased with your talent at such young age. But, today comes your first day at work.

Your list of to-do's for Day #1 is surprisingly not as overloaded as you expected. It just consists of a meeting with the whole crew and the director. It goes considerably fine, save for the revelation part where they delegate you the responsibility of supervising Chris Hemsworsth's entire costume fitting process. Thus, you get extra pressure of work on your shoulder. Nevermind that you are not nearly ready to face any of the stars of the movie and it's surely getting on your nerves.

Having been already moved to Australia, the production of the movie is continuing on full swing. It's the 4th day that the crew finally decides to start work on the costumes of the lead characters. As the supervisor of Chris Hemsworth's costume preparation, you, inevitably, have to accompany the rest of the crew (which is funnily of 3 members) to his trailer.

On the way to your destination, you feel the dread of meeting someone like Chris Hemsworth slowly looming upon you. It's no surprise to you that being gay you've always been attracted to particular alpha male like him. Sure, you had a small crush on him like the vast majority of world population, maybe you still do, but it's absolutely pointless, Isn't it? There's no way in hell he's going to notice much less give his undivided attention to some random guy like you. And he's straight.

Mind occupied with these gratuitous thoughts, you don't notice when the group suddenly comes to a halt in front of a wooden door, nameplate shining with the letters C-H-R-I-S H-E-M-S-W-O-R-T-H. You feel sweat slowly pooling at your neck and collarbone. You pull out your handkerchief to dab at the places and hear one of the crew member saying, “Are you okay, Y/N?” You look up at her and try to give your most calm smile, “Yeah, I'm okay”. She nods and waits with the rest of the crews for the knocked door to open.

God! Why am I feeling so nervous? It's nothing. I'm just going for a purely professional meeting with Chris Hemsworth. Big, handsome, hunk of muscles Chris Hemsworth. Nothing else. It's not like I'm gonna rip his shirt off and and worship him on my knees and then bend over for him at the first opportunity. No. I'm fine and I got this.

Realizing how ridiculous you sound, you pull yourself out of your stupid inner rambling and straighten your posture. When the door opens, you take one last deep breath and follow your teammates into the suit. The trailer finely decorated —as a star's trailer should be— but right now you can't focus on anything else but the man in front of you.

Chris Hemsworth stands before all of you in his all broad muscular glory. From the state of his physical appearance you can guess that he has just finished working-out and didn't take a shower after. Maybe he didn't have the time. However, his short dark blonde hair is disheveled and sweat stains forming all over the tight tank top he's wearing. You can see the outline of his chiseled abs through his drenched shirt. Inhumanly broad chest and fine crafted pecs are heaving in time of his heavy breaths. “Good lord” you mumble breathily at the sight of his arms and biceps that are the size of your entire head. Angry veins popping up from all over his biceps to forearms and you just wonder for a moment, how it'd be like to trace them with your tongue.

You immediately shake yourself off before your mind leaps up to dangerous territory and look over at the head designer who's now having a quick chat with Chris Hemsworth. Then, suddenly he turns his head towards you and beckons you closer. You visibly startle but head over to them nonetheless. “And this is Mr. (Y/N) (S/N). He'll be overlooking your entire costume fitting process” Your cheeks immediately flushes at the mention of your name and you try to make out if this whole ‘making acquaintance’ part is necessary as there won't be any business other than professional.

But, when you look up at Hemsworth you see his blue eyes already resting upon you. So blue you sigh inwardly as he steps closer to you and offers a hand, “Hello, mate”. His voice is so deep and resonant that you feel yourself swooning just from that. Clearing your throat, you take his offered hand to shake it and get instantly captivated by how strong and callused they feel against your soft palm. “H-Hello” you somehow croak out, feeling your cheeks and ear burn to the root. But looking up at him, you, for the first time get transfixed by just how handsome he looks up-close. His Bearded chin and jaw, strong-thick neck, and perfectly curved nose signify his classic but exceptional Australian handsomeness.

His eyes are a whole different story, that are now gazing heavily at you. You can feel the heat behind those deep sea blue eyes as an imperceptive wave of emotion flashes over them. There's a sudden fluttering in your stomache and the sensation is so new that the hairs on your neck stand at alert on their own accord as if detecting a danger.

However, the unknown spell is immediately broken when someone from behind Chris clears their throat and beckons the group to start the meeting. As the chatting progresses you start taking notes from each side of their own opinions and giving your own. But every now and then, you catch Chris staring at you from the corner of your eye. But when you try to look back, he turns his head immediately as if he's caught doing something wrong. I must be seeing things you think as you keep your track with the meeting and wonder just why Chris Hemsworth would be giving you the occasional meaningful glances. That's just too stupid and absurd.

By the time the meeting ends, it's already been 1 hour. After calling it a day, your team start to slowly file out of the room. Not wanting to be the last one to leave, you jump up to your feet in a haste and follow the others out of the room. You covertly take a glance over your shoulder to see that Chris is now talking —more like listening— to the head designer. But then his gaze shifts and locks with you for a moment causing you to jump in surprise and turn around instantly. You hurriedly make your way out without managing to trip over.

✯———————✯

It's exactly 6:30 a.m. when Chris' alarm goes off. Groaning sleepily, he shuts off the alarm and sits up. After waking up his first thing to do is to check the day's schedule. Today's list only includes a lot of workout and some interviews then script discussion with Taika and other cast members. Throwing the sheets off of himself, he climbs out of the bed and quickly grabs his towel to take a shower. Turning on the spray, he proceeds to rinse and clean himself.

As he does so, he can't help but shift his mind off to yesterday's events. He'd been notified that the costume team would be on his trailer to discuss some things. Which turned out to be total useless as the team was talented enough to handle things on their own. But he appreciated their concern of his involvement all the same.

But there is one thing from yesterday's occuring that possessed all of his rational thinkings. Well, not a thing but a person. A very beautiful and lovely person at that. (Y/N) (S/N). Yes, that was his name. (Y/N).

The man —more like a boy, he looked pretty young— had a very gorgeous appearance. With his beautiful (s/c) complexion, wavy (h/c) hair, a set of wide (e/c) eyes that he found himself lost in the moment he gazed on them, petal like lips that he knows for a fact that they would feel as soft as they looked. He also had an aristocratic body type. Very slender but sinuous and quite short at height. The sage green cardigan of his attire accentuated his beauty all the more.

Chris is sure he felt quite captivated by the young man and the desire he felt was also quite strong. He didn't feel such attraction towards someone for a very long time and he longs to feel that body beneath him, to hear all the sound he can elicit from him, to feel his heat engulfing him whole.

Not wanting to get hard, Chris quickly pulls himself out of his thoughts and shuts off the shower. Then quickly toweling himself off he wraps the towel around his hips and goes to his suit to get ready for the day.

As expected, the day turns out to be quite uneventful but the meeting with the stars was pretty fun. After excusing himself, Chris makes his way towards his room but stops down shortly when a familiar voice calls out from behind “Mr. Hemsworth!”. Turning around, he catches the sight of the object of his sudden obsession making his way towards him. The young man is looking more delectable today. A cream colored hoodie accompanied with jeans making his appearance just as lovely. He's also wearing rounded glasses today which makes him look rather endearing as they highlighted his doe-like eyes and made them appear even bigger.

You stop Infront of him with a clipboard in your hand, allowing him to take in the scent of your cologne —fresh, and mouth watering sweet. He feels desire pooling in his stomache just being near you again. Having remembered you called him out for some reason, he smiles kindly, “Yes?”. His smile broadens when he sees a high blush rising on your cheeks and going down your neck to disappear under the collar of your hoodie, fully aware of the affect he has on you. You clear your throat and look down on the clipboard, “umm...ahem.....I’m just....here to inform you that we'll be taking measurement of your...umm...body...for your costumes so the team will be in your room in about an hour”. The full time you spoke, your gaze were anywhere but on him.

On the other hand, Chris was mentally devouring you the entire time of your forced rambling and without thinking, he blurts out, “will you be there?” He could've kicked himself for asking you that but the dumbstruck look on your lovely scarlet face, lips parted, eyed widened makes it million times worth it. But he immediately straightens up to make the conversation look professional. You peer up at him from beneath your lashes— a sight Chris is committing to memory— and nod, whispering, “Yes, I'll be there. It's under my supervision”. “Cool. I'll see you there, mate” comes Chris's jovial reply and because he can't help it and he really wants to touch you somehow, he grasps the exposed skin of your neck, squeezing it a bit.

Hand lingering there for a moment, He hesitantly retracts it but the softness of your skin on his rough palm left him craving for more. Images of him trailing kisses down your neck and leaving marks on the smooth expanse flashes through his mind and before he loses his composure, he flashes a wide smile and abruptly turns on his heels before striding away.

You stand there, shaking, eyes wide like saucers. The unexpected touch having made your rational thinkings go hayware. Head spinning thousand miles per second from the feel of his solid grip on your neck. Goosebumps still fresh on your entire body as you feel pulse throbbing on the side of your neck where moments ago his veiny hand rested.

How it'd feel to have those hands roaming all over your smaller frame? Holding you down as he pounds you onto the mattress? He could easily fit both of his huge palms around your hips

You shiver at the thoughts and immediately snap out of your reverie. Still blushing like a lovestruck teenager, you make your way towards the costume department's office, the interaction still fresh on your mind. Chris Hemsworth smiling at you, touching you. The same fluttering sensation returns like a thousand butterflies roaming around your belly. You shake your head again,. He isn't into you, you moron! He's just being friendly. Yes, he's just being his usual cheery self. Stop thinking otherwise. And Chris Hemsworth isn't gay for god's sake!! You mentally chide yourself, slapping at the back of your head once and twice.

It isn't untill one hour passes that you prepare for the impending visit to Chris Hemsworth. Just when you're about to gather your team, one of them walks up to you with an apologetic expression and you immediately know this isn't going to end up to your liking. “Hey, uh, (M/N), sorry to bother you but the other guys will be busy for next some hours with you know, set props and stuff. So, you'll have to take the measurements of Mr. Hemsworth alone” He rushes to explain again when he sees the shocked look on your face, “It's nothing difficult, really. You know how it's done, right?” You take a moment to collect yourself and nod unsurely. “Great! Good luck” He pats you on the back and hurries away.

“Shit” comes the first thing from your mouth and you know that you're gloriously fucked. But you also know that despite your current predicament, this work has to be done as soon as possible otherwise the pressure will grow on everyone. So, after releasing a long defeated sigh, you grab your things and head out. On your way, you pray to whatever higher power is up there to shorten your time alone with Chris Hemsworth and save you from the ultimate embarrassment.

Chris has just finished doing some light push-ups and weight-lifting knowing that it'll help broadening his muscles to make his body susceptible to perfect measurement. Just as he is about to grab a towel and clean the slight sheen of persiperation off his body, there comes a knock to the door. Musing it'll be the costume team, he walks over to the door, shirtless, and pulls it open. There, fidgeting like a nervous teenager, stands (M/N). But when those alluring eyes fall upon him, they widen almost comically. Never being able to focus on one thing, they shift from his face to his chest, abs, arm and every inch of his naked skin. He can't help but smile smugly at that.

Chris then sees you gulping visibly before looking up, face flushed so prettily and for the first time Chris wonders if you are a virgin. “Hey mate, I was waiting for you, come on in.” He moves aside to let you in. Seeing it just you, he asks, “You, uh, alone?” You nod, obviously more than nervous.

After an awkward amount of moment passes, you pull out the measurement tape from your back pocket and look up at him expectantly, “Shall we begin?”. He smiles, adjusting the ball cap he's wearing, “Sure, let me just clean off the sweat. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable” You nod and set down the notpads on the near table. After some moments, Chris comes out of his bedroom looking slightly fresh but the evidence of his chore is still fresh on his bronzed skin.

Unrolling the tape, you move closer to him and a wave of musky scent of sweat and ozone mixed with faint spicy cologne hits your nostrils. The man radiates musculinity and of pure testosterone which is practically overwhelming your senses, making your knees buckle. Trying to calm yourself down, you proceed.

Placing the metallic tip of the tape on his right shoulder, you measure out the length of his arm and then doing the same to his left arm. Following the same procedure you measure out the length of his upper body. Jotting down the numbers after immediately everytime.

Then you move to meter the width of his neck and collar and by the close promiximity you can now feel his hot breath down the side of your neck. Can feel his eyes boring onto the same spot and the delicious heat wafting off of him. You quickly dislodge yourself and move around to measure the width of his muscular shoulders, impressive at that. His eyes trailing your every movement. Gulping nervously, you shuffle around untill you get the measurement of his biceps, forearms and chest, eyes widening from the sheer size of them.

When it is time to get the measurement of his waist and lower body, you begrudgingly have to get down on your knees which seems to be only convenient.

Chris silently observes you getting down on your knees. The sight already having made his blood rushing south, cock thickening inside his shorts. He can feel your breath coming in contact with his crotch even with the barrier of thin fabric when you circle the tape around his waist. He is having an absolute hard time stiffling his groans. Multitude of lewd, pornographic images flashes through his mind, each one dirtier than the other.

You can clearly see the tan line on Chris's skin from where you're crouching in front of him. His low hanging shorts doing nothing to hide the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband nor the obvious swell of of a prominant bulge. You swallow thickly realizing you're eye to eye with Chris Hemsworth's very clothed manhood and how easy it'd be to just tug the ridiculous pair of shorts down and choke yourself on his huge Australian cock.

Chris is also having a hard time restraining himself to just smash your pretty face onto his crotch, fingers twitching from the effort. But when you look up at him suddenly with your wide (e/c) eyes and parted lips, he loses all the battles against his lust.

He picks you up in a flash. Ignoring your yelp of surprise, he smashes your lips together. The force of his kiss almost knocks you off balance. But you pull yourself together from the utter shock and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his huge arms around your waist and tugs yourself close even though there is not an ounce of space left between you, chests flush together. You try to kiss back as much as possible but you feel already delirious, mind hazy.

He eagerly sucks on your bottom lip. You moan in pleasure, making him groan and deepen the kiss. Soon his thick tongue seeks entrance to your mouth which you are very happy to comply. He licks the inside of your mouth, groaning from the taste. Tongues enterwining, you both lose yourself in the act. He bites your bottom lip and you whimper in response. His tongue is warm and heavy in your mouth, so as his body against yours.

He soon breaks the kiss and reluctantly pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. Both of your breath became heavier by now and he looks at you so intensely that you, feeling somewhat scrutinized, look down with your hands still clutching both of his meaty shoulders. Curling a finger under your chin, he tilts your head up and you notice for the first time, that his eyes are completely blown away, the blues of his orbs are blackened by what can be called as raw hunger. You can't help the shiver that wracks down your spine.

Wordlessly, he slowly backs you up against the nearest wall and once more kisses you so passionately as if trying to devour you. Involuntary tears gather at the corner of your eyes from the light suffocation. If it wasn't for him, you never would've known that kisses can be this much pleasurable to bring you to hardness in an instant.

Chris absolutely loves the taste of your mouth as he licks around every cravice. Your heavenly moans and whimpers going straight to his already engorged cock as it's leaking a steady stream of precome inside his boxers. He wants to hear you more, the sounds he can emit from your sinful lips as he makes you his. With this single thought in his minds, he pecks you on the lips one last time and slowly descends down the long column of your neck.

He takes a whiff from the juncture of your neck and shoulder before pressing his tongue flat on the skin. “You smell so good” he purrs in a husky tone and starts to suckle on your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your skin. You bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more embarrassing noises. But he's just making it so hard from his slow ministrations.

Feeling restless and too worked up, you slowly start to roam your palms around his strong back. Both your hands don't even come together from the wideness of his upper back. As he feasts upon your neck, you rake your nails on his sweaty scalp, making him groan into your skin. So far, you are completely ignorant about how things escalated since you step into his trailer. You just simply can't bring yourself to care.

Chris tugs at the hem of your hoodie, a silent indication for you to remove it. You comply without any question and as soon as it comes off, his touches become more bolder. Pressing both of your naked chests together, he kisses and nips at your collarbone, lavs at the dip of your clavicle all the while letting his teeth graze at the soft skin. He follows the same movement on your throat and jaw before taking your earlobe between his teeth and gently bites down. You whine at the sensation as he kisses behind your ear and issues one demand, “I want you”.

That's the moment you know you are utterly and entirely his to do anything with and you don't even try to hold back the Yes that leaves your mouth in a whine.

At your permission, he settles both of his large hands on your hips and marvles at how they engulf the entirety of your narrow waist. Still kissing, he sneaks his hands down your waist to rest them on your ass before squeezing both cheeks roughly that has you moaning in his mouth.

At some point, Chris aligns both your hips together and thrusts forward and your eyes immediately roll back from the hard press of his large bulge against your own erection. Yes, he is going to split you open and you will absolutely let him.

But first, you need to worship the Greek god in front of you. Trace each dip and swell of his muscles with your tongue, have that heavy cock down your throat and then let him wreck you however he wants.

Mind made up, you try and push him away to make enough room. He looks at you with a puzzled expression and then slowly realization dawns on him, perhaps your needy expression gave you away. But you can only care less as he grins and let his hands fall at his sides.

Having enough space, you move forward to press a shy kiss on top of his left pec. The muscle feeling hard on your lips as a low groan leaves from the person above you. Pleased with his reaction, you grow more confident with your touches and shower open mouthed kisses along every inch of his tanned skin, tongue darting out to chase the salty taste of his sweat leaving a wet trail of saliva in it's wake.

While your mouth is busy worshipping his glorious abs, your hands roam on his strong biceps and equally dense triceps. You can hear him panting lightly as his hands gently pushing down on your shoulders to get you on your knees.

Your knees gently hits the soft carpet and you look up at him wide wide eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Chris curses at the sight of you and combs his rough, thick fingers through your soft locks and buries your face in his crotch. You grip at his strong thighs for support and inhale his strong musky scent, making you moan and leak inside your boxers.

He's so hard and the press of his hard, long and thick cock against your cheek feels every bit the exciting and terrifying. You can feel the heat of his members even through the fabric of his shorts as you mouth at his covered shaft hungrily.

“Fuck baby, c'mon. Pull it out. I wanna feel your pretty lips wrapped around me”, rasps the man in his deep Australian accent, making you bite your lip from moaning out loud.

You scramble to obey him and tug his already unlaced shorts down to his thighs. And immediately, his engorged erection springs free and slaps you across the cheek. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you as you take in the size of Chris Hemsworth's beast of a cock.

It's long and as thick as your wrist, the tip is swollen and an angry shade of red with precum beading at the slit, veins running around the shaft and a thick vein at the underside, a nice thatch of dark blonde pubic hair at the base. So big. You drool at the thought of having it in your mouth and look down to spot his heavy looking balls that are not surprisingly also large, hanging between his thighs. They look so full, I wonder how much cum they can produce. You think in awe.

In no time, Chris grips your soft (h/c) locks and tugs you forward. You comply happily and wrap your lips around the thick spongey head. Throwing his head back, Chris groans at the feel of your soft lips on his sensitive glans. So hot and wet.

Pleased with his response, you press your tongue flat on the slit and lick up all the salty-sweet precum constantly dripping from his cock. The taste is strongly exquisite and you double down your effort to taste it more. Swirling your tongue expertly around the head, you try to take him deeper all the while gripping his strong thighs for support.

Chris watches is amazement as you continue to deep-throat him. Occasional low grunts leaving his lips as you bob your head up and down on his thick shaft. Spit and drool covering your chin as you gag and choke on his length. Chris swears at your relentless pace on sucking his cock. Even if you can't take him all the way down to your throat, you compensate with wrapping both hands around the missed portion. Jerking in time of your head movement.

You can feel Chris' thighs shaking as he presses one palm on the wall behind you and you realize that he is close. Moaning loudly around his cock, you continue faster than before and with both hands on his hips, you urge him to fuck your face. Chris immediately starts thrusting inside your warm mouth, a litany of curses falling from his lips.

You choke everytime the tip bumps the back of your throat but you don't give him any sign to stop. Drool making his cock shiny and slick as it travels down the base of his cock onto his heavy hanging balls. Wet slurping and gagging noises fill the room along with Chris Hemsworth's groans of pleasure.

“Fuck baby, I'm close. You want my cum?” Chris groans out between heavy pants as he looks down to see you looking pleadingly up at him.

“Mmm” is all you can say with your mouth full of his incredible cock but it's all he needed to hear before urgently thrusting a couple of more times and finally you can feel the warm rush of Chris Hemsworth's cum on your tongue. The taste of his sweet and salty seed in your mouth coaxing you to moan in delight as you swallow every single drop.

After he stops coming, you pull out his cock from your mouth with an audible pop and lick the remnants off of it. Looking up at him through your lashes as you press your tongue on the slit and wrapping your lips around it to give it a fierce suck to draw out any left behind, already hungry for more.

Chris watches with lidded eyes as his lustful gaze travels all over your body, blown wide pupils zeroing on your face. Cheeks flushed, eyes puffy and glistening, lips parted around his already hardening cock, chin covered in drool and cum, hair in a tangled mess. You're the perfect picture of debauchery and he can't waste anymore time.

With a hungry growl, he picks you up from the floor. Strong hands gripping the underside of your thighs to hoist you up in his arms. Taking the cue, you throw your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, lips on every inch of your neck, his coarse beard a delicious friction on your soft skin.

Once reaching the pristinely decorated room, Chris deposites you on the bed, promptly climbing on top of you and claiming your lips once more in a heated kiss. It doesn't take long for him to slide his lips and tongue down your jaw to hungrily mouth on your neck. You can't keep the whimpers of pleasure that leave you parted lips which seems to encourage him to continue with his ministrations.

One hand fisting on the sheets and other entangled in Chris' dirty blonde hair, you arch upward with a high pitched moan as he latches his lips onto one of your nipple. Biting and rolling the hardened nub between his teeth before gently tugging and blowing on it has you writhing in his hold.

“P-please”

“Please what, baby?” Chris growls around your other nipple. You shake your head, tears of sweet torture skipping down the side of your face.

Raising up on his forearms Chris grabs ahold of your face and leans down to whisper hotly, “I want you to say it”

“P-please t-touch me” cheeks aflame, you breath out. Chris smirks but complies. Sneaking his hands past your stomach to unbutton your jeans, tugging them down along with your boxers. His hand immediately wraps around your aching flesh, completely engulfed in his big, sturdy hand. Your eyes flutters shut as a long moan escapes your throat, Chris immediately swallowing it down by pressing his mouth to yours.

With his sure hand stroking up and down your cock, you find yourself running your hands all over his sun kissed muscular body. You can't get enough of off him. The way he dominates you, makes you feel good and the way he overwhelms you with his equally overwhelming figure is something you're sure you'll never find anywhere else again. He completely ruined you—ruining you—for any other man.

It takes a while for you to register that his other hand that wasn't occupied are now busy between you parted thighs. One thick finger prodding at your entrance, making you jolt up in surprise. “L-lube” you choke out, knowing that his big digits won't be comfortable for a dry intrusion and you want this as painless as possible. But the thought appears unconvincing as you watch Chris nod with a smile and gets up to retrieve lube from drawer, his big cock bobbing and swaying with his movements.

Chris returns with a small container of lube in his hand, squirting a generous amount on his digits before coating them nicely and dropping the container on the sheets.

“Relax. Let me loosen you up, hmm?” Chris says with his deep voice that immediately soothes you, allowing you to take a deep breath as the first finger approaches you. Chris rhythmically thrusts his index finger inside you and the initial discomfort fades away as you listen to him saying, “You're doing so good baby. Such a good boy, getting ready for my cock”

Hearing Chris saying those things to you doubles your pleasure but it compare to when his finger hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl and back arch, silent scream erupting from your throat, eyes wide from the sheer intensity of it.

Chris has a triumphant expression on his face as he thrusts on that spot repeatedly. And before you know, three of Chris' fingers are inside your ass, loosening your walls. Chris watched you as a string of pleas fall from your lips and he knows that you're close.

Suddenly, Chris pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss and the emptiness. Chris chuckles, “Don't worry baby. I'll fill you up with something much better”.

With that, you watch as he drops a generous amount of lube in his palm and coats his large flesh with the substance. Chris shuffles closer, pressing the tip to your entrance as he looks at you for permission. You nod without hesitation, aching to be filled with his monstrous cock.

As the fat head of his cock pushes past the ring of your muscle, you already find yourself breathless. Winding your arms around his neck, you encourage him to go on. And he does. Chris pushes the entirety of his large manhood inside you tight channel with one long thrust. “Fuck” Chris grunts from how tightly your walls are gripping his cock “You're so fucking tight”

Meanwhile, an actual scream erupts from your throat as you feel him reaching so deep inside of you, at the same time stretching you so wide. The pain and pleasure making your senses go haywire as a sob rips from your core.

“You're so- so big”

Chris can't response. Not when he feels this good. He can already feel the tingling in his balls, already churning and filling up with cum. He can no longer hold back. He needs to move. To pound into your tight- sweet ass till both of you can't remember your names.

“Fuck, baby. I need to move. Can I move?” Chris grits out, muscles straining from the effort of holding back.

Overwhelmed yourself, you lock your ankles behind his back and can only nod. But thankfully Chris notices as a sigh of relief leaves his lips. It soon changes into a look of determination as he pulls back till only the tip is inside before slamming back in with full force.

It jolts you from you position but soon after Chris' hand grabs your hips in a tight grip and his powerful hips starts thrusting without inhibition. It's like a dam has been broken the way Chris delivers each of his thrusts. Both of you are a moaning and groaning mess.

Chris hits every right spot inside you that makes you toe curl. You watch transfixed as his powerful body collides with your much smaller and petite one. Every single muscle in his body looks on overdrive with each snap of his hips. Sweat sprouting on his forehead, some of it gathering between the slope of his pecs making it glisten in daylight. Every fibre of muscle in his biceps bulging with how tightly he's grabbing your hips, sure to leave marks in it's wake. His abs also glistening from sweat, tightening with tension as a few drops gathering on his dark blonde pubes. In this moment of passion, you realize you have never seen a man so handsome, masculine and equally beautiful in you life. And said man is now giving you the wildest ride of your life.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good”

Your response in only a choked moan. But you somehow manage to let out, “Harder, Chris. Please, harder”

“Yeah? You want me to go hard, baby?”

Again, you can only nod. But Chris grants you wishes. With one swift movement, he flips you onto your stomach. Roughly pulling your ass up and smashing your face onto the pillow, he slides back in. Every inch of his glorious cock and starts to pound harder than ever.

You bite onto the pillow to muffle your sounds but Chris leans down and grabs you chin, murmuring in you ear, “Don't cover your sounds. I want to hear them. I want to hear you scream my name baby”

With that, he pulls his cock back slowly, letting you feel the delicious drag of cock inside of you before snapping back in and immediately hitting your prostate. Your eyes snap open as he makes you scream as promised, “Nnghh!!!Chris!!!”

After that, Chris doesn't relent. He jabs at your prostate with his cock mercilessly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass as he thrusts from behind and you push your ass back in time of his thrusts to meet him halfway. Yes yes please please Chris words fall from your lips like mantra.

“Yeah? You like that? You like my big cock inside your sweet ass?”

“Yes yes” you nod your head frantically

“Tell me how much you like my big fat cock”

“So much. Please”

“Yeah? And what do you want?”

“I want— oh yes —I want your cum”

“Fuck”

Chris again flips you onto your back. Pushing back in and setting up his rhythmic thrusts, he leans down and starts sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder. By the time both of your breath becomes heavier and pants starts to grow louder, you can't hold back anymore. Without even touching, your cock is ready to explode.

“C-Chris, I'm coming”

“Shit, baby. Me too. Cum with me”

And with one last precise thrust that hits you right in your sweet spot you're coming all over yourself. Cum landing on your stomach and pooling on your lower belly.

At the same time, Chris lets out a low growl and comes inside you in long spurts. You can feels his hot seed coating your inner walls, painting them white. There's so much of it that it starts to leak around his cock, still deep inside you. Your cock gives a weak little twitch from the sensation and then Chris collapses right on top of you. Your lithe body squished beneath his sweaty bulky one.

“That was fucking amazing” Chris breathes out, face buried in your neck.

“Yes. I loved it” you giggle, looping your arms around his shoulders and stroking his sweat drenched hair.

Chris looks up at you and grins. Dorky and satisfied. “Shower?”

You nod shyly. Chris tugs you up by the wrist and guides you towards the end suite bathroom.

On the way there Chris slaps one of your ass cheeks and smirks suggestively down at you. “Next time, I'm eating this out before doing anything else”

You feel your cheeks boil as he laughs his famous booming laughter. But neither you can contain the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

Next time

A/N (2) : phew! At last. I'm sorry guys this fic is too much lengthy. I always feel the need to explain every single situation in my fics also very prolonged and detailed smut. And honestly it's so much tiring and mentally strenuous as fuck. So I swore to myself that I'm going to keep my thought process at minimum from now on. On second note, I don't know shit about a movie's costume making process, i just made the whole thing up. Guilty. Again, I'm sorry if the story longivity bothers you guys, I'm trying my best. See y'all soon with another of my groundbreaking fic Lol ;P

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[doll3tt33]

‘cause when you know you know ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Summary: As you and Colin snuggled in bed, your attention was drawn to a note peeking out from his pocket. Despite his insistence that it held no significance, his anxious and secretive behavior seemed to speak louder than his words…

Tags: fluff, fem!reader, usage of Y/N (only a couple times), an anxious Colin and an overly curious reader who overthinks a loooot

Not that I think anyone’s gonna be mean, BUT PLEASE DONT BE. I HIGHKEY FEEL INSECURE ABOUT THIS 😭😭 THE PLOT FEELS RLY JUVENILE

"Nineteen... Twenty... Twenty-one! Twenty-one cute lil' freckles on your body, from head to toe," Colin declared triumphantly.

"Are you done yet, ya big doofus?" You rolled your eyes, giving Colin a playful shove. Colin, also known as the "idiot big spoon on your bed," wouldn't stop pestering you or your bare flesh.

"Uh, no? I didn't count for nothing. You know what I'm gonna do next?"

"I shudder to think! But please, do enlighten me," you replied in an airy tone, though curiosity shone through your feigned exasperation.

Seeing every subtle change in your expression was Colin's special talent, one he took pride in. As he gazed at you now, his face broke into that familiar, dorky grin you found so endearing.

His finger traced over the freckle on your shoulder. "I'm gonna kiss each of those lovely freckles on your equally lovely body... twenty-one times. Now c'mere!" he exclaimed, beckoning you closer. "Lemme shower my beautiful girl with some good ol' fashioned affection!"

Before you could protest, Colin swept you into his arms, holding you close against his warm chest. Soft giggles escaped as his lips began to tenderly graze each freckle, starting at your cheek and trailing lower. You squirmed in his grasp, half-heartedly attempting to twist away from his affectionate assault even as another peal of laughter bubbled up.

Undeterred by your token resistance, Colin continued peppering gentle kisses over your skin. His smile pressed against the mole on your neck, then lower to your shoulder and chest.

While Colin had you pinned beneath him, giggling and squirming, you spied a corner of paper protruding from his jeans pocket. Seizing the chance, you snatched it up while his hands were otherwise occupied.

"Ooooh... well well, what do we have here, detective?" you teased, waving the paper tauntingly. "Looks like I've found myself a clue! Hm... I wonder what mysteries it holds."

Colin instantly realized his blunder and made a swipe for the paper, but you held it out of reach. "Could it be a top-secret case file? Or... the numbers to your credit card? Really hope it’s the latter."

His eyes went round as saucers at the sight of the stolen paper in your grasp. In a flash, he snatched it back, hastily stuffing it deep down into his pocket.

"Nothing!- It's nothing, really," he said a little too quickly, his eyes darting about nervously. "Jus’ an old scrap from work is all, absolutely nothing to see here.”

But Colin knew you too well to be dissuaded so easily. The spark of intrigue in your gaze was fixed squarely upon the pocket concealing a supposed "old scrap." He recognized that look—once your curiosity was piqued, nothing could satisfy it but the truth.

"Nah, that definitely looks like something to me," you replied, your eyes still fixed on the hidden paper.

Colin chuckled nervously. "No. Don’t you dare start now. Just do me a favor and turn those pretty lil' eyes of yours away, 'kay?"

He even attempted to gently guide your head in the opposite direction with his hand, but your determination was unyielding. You refused to budge, still staring and now pouting. "Hey, don't push my head around! Just show me, please, Col? Pretty please?"

"Hm... pretty please, huh?" Colin pretended to ponder, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, sorry, still no."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"No."

"With two cherries on top? Three cherries and whipped cream?"

"Y/N. No. A gazillion cherries on top won't cut it. Seriously, there's nothing on that stupid piece of paper!" Colin insisted with a chuckle, raising his hands in mock surrender.

You weren't convinced, noting the telltale signs that said otherwise - his overly casual tone, the tightness at the corners of his smile, the fidgeting fingers now plucking at a loose thread on the blanket. You could smell a load of bullshit right in this very bed. Colin had many strengths, but lying was definitely not one of them.

"Hm."

Your eyes narrowed into slits, harboring great suspicion at your nervous wreck of a boyfriend beside you. You leaned in closer, and he shrank back just as quickly, as if he were afraid you could smell the truth out of him.

"You're acting oddly suspicious," you observed. "Is it me, or do I feel like you're lying big time right now?"

Colin waved his hands as if to ward you off. "Woah woah, easy there now! I'm not lyin’. Can we just drop this now, please?" His voice pitched higher in a tell-tale sign of nerves.

You let out a whine. "But I know you're lying. Just tell me the truth already. I'm dying over here!"

"No, I won't. 'Cause like I said, I'm not lyin'!" Like he would actually tell the truth. You could practically see the sweat glistening on Colin's forehead. This man had a knack for getting incredibly anxious when faced with confrontation. Seeing him like this, a new emotion began to overshadow your initial eagerness to uncover the truth - fear. It crept up from the depths of your stomach, intensifying with each passing moment. A multitude of "what-ifs" swirled in your mind, ideas bouncing off the walls of your hyperactive brain, all trying to decipher what on earth could your boyfriend be hiding on that piece of paper.

As Colin fidgeted nervously, your mind raced through possibilities for what the paper contained. The most plausible - and worrying - scenario was another woman’s number. If that was the case, why didn’t he just come clean and tell you? He had always been open and honest with you about everything. Plus, there had never ever been a reason to doubt his unwavering loyalty... well, until now.

Lost in thought, you barely noticed Colin waving a hand in front of your face. "Earth to Y/N? You still with me?" he asked gently, peering at you with concern.

Lifting your head up to meet his worried gaze, there was a mix of confusion and disbelief evident in your eyes as you prepared to utter the words you never thought you'd say.

"That piece of paper... does it happen to have some lady's phone number written on it?"

"You can be honest, I promise I won't get mad," you assured, mentally bracing yourself to be hit with whatever response awaited.

“Huh?”

Your assumption clearly took Colin by surprise. Instead of the guilt-ridden glimmer you anticipated in his eyes, you were met with a face of sheer astonishment. Frantically shaking his head, he hurried closer to you on the bed, gently taking your hands in his.

"No nonononono- not the case at all! Not even close, I swear to God. It's just I-... um," he protested urgently, meeting your gaze with an intensity aimed at conveying his sincerity. Relief softened your smile, allowing him to continue.

"No lady gave me her phone number. All the paper has on it is... something I wrote. For you." A touch of pink rose in his cheeks as he dropped his eyes shyly. "A silly, overly sentimental thing that is, well, cheesy. And I mean really cheesy."

Your expression twisted to one tinged with guilt as you realized the weight of your relentless probing, falsely assuming Colin's disloyalty. Furrowing your brow, you directed an apologetic gaze in his direction.

"Shit, I'm sorry Col. I didn't mean to jump to conclusions like that. But honestly, you don't have to hide anything from me, no matter how silly you think it is."

"And hey, I'm a sucker for cheese!" you added playfully, giving his arm an affectionate squeeze. "So whatever sappy words you wrote, I promise not to tease - much."

You graced him with a fond smile, hoping to ease his nerves. Colin swallowed hard, visibly steeling himself before digging back up the crumpled-up paper from his pocket. His shoulders lost some of their tension as he smoothed it out, lips quirking up at his own words.

"Oh boy... you asked for it. You're gonna be on a ride to cheese-land supreme with this one."

After a brief moment of silence, he took a steady breath, breaking the stillness in the air. He sat up straight, preparing himself.

"Alright, here goes..." He cleared his throat softly before reading.

"Dear Y/N... I know I should be focused on our latest case, but try as I might, I really cannot get a certain beautiful someone out of my head," he began, lips curling up as he skimmed his words.

"So here I sit, scribbling these sappy words on this flimsy piece of paper like a schoolboy, instead of working as I should. Terrible form, I know." At his own joke within, Colin let out a quiet chuckle and glanced up to gauge your reaction. Finding only fondness and encouragement, he relaxed enough to continue baring his heart through the silly note he'd written.

"I know my work can keep me away too long, and that you feel neglected at times. But please believe that you are always in my thoughts."

He risked a playful glance your way. "Even when you always find a way to talk my ear off or sprawl out to take up the whole couch, you still are.”

He continued, his voice growing softer. "But your quirks could never outweigh all my favorite little things about you, because I love you. I truly do.

Just like how I love that your smile and dimples are the first thing I notice when you step into the room.

Or how I love that your eyes light up at the mere mention of chocolate ice cream, and you'd beg me to buy you some even when you're full.

How I love that your brows crinkle when you think too hard and too long about something.

And how I love that you're the first person I think of waking up in the morning, and the last person I think of going to sleep.

You made me realize that when you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

You weren't expecting that, you truly weren't. Colin's heartfelt words truly touched you. As the first happy tears slipped free, you couldn't help but embrace him tightly.

Though startled at first, he quickly melted into your arms, ever your safe harbor. His familiar, comforting touch - a hand stroking your back, lips pressing softly to your forehead - undid you completely.

"Aw shucks, don't cry on me now," he soothed gently. But you could only burrow closer, overcome by gratitude and love for this man. He understood you so perfectly, from your quirks to your heart.

"Those better be tears from happiness and not tears from how god-awful that was," Colin laughed warmly as he wiped the last of your tears.

"No, it wasn't bad at all. For real."

"For-real for-real?"

"Well, okay, it was a tiiiny bit cheesy. But from the heart, which is what matters."

"Annnd if I detected a certain scene or two borrowed from 'When Harry Met Sally', who am I to judge?" You teased.

Colin gave an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, alright, you caught me copying shamelessly." His eyes were warm as he tucked an errant lock of hair behind your ear.

"But I meant every word, cheesy or not. Now c'mere you." Pulling you close once more, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. His words, however awfully cheesy (and a bit unoriginal) they may be, had completely warmed your heart nonetheless.

author’s note:

This feels kinda cringe, I honestly have no idea what I was doing with this tbh 😭 I’m on my period so I kinda got into the feels, then I saw that one scene from ‘When Harry met Sally’, and thought it’d be a good idea to write a fic

In all honesty, I just wanted an excuse to write about Colin, and perhaps strengthen my writing skills ((still mostly because of Colin tho

divider credit: @/vg-k

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[explorevenus]

I NEED A EDDIE FACE RIDING

YES.

OH YES.

first of all thank u for the request, i appreciate your patience ♥ and second of all i imagine that eddie loooooves giving head and probably spends an unhealthy amount of time thinking about u sitting on his face like,,, pretty much since u met. sooo why don't we give the man what he wants right ?? <333

nsfw (18+) - minors dni !!!

word count - 1.1k

warnings - none really just some good ol' fashioned face riding

my masterlist ♥

fic under the cut,, thanks so much for reading and i hope u like it !! ♥

"B-But what if I squish you?"

"You're not gonna squish me, honey."

"But how will you breathe?"

Eddie's lips parted in a smug chuckle, thick lashes fluttering as he replied, "I'm not really worried about that either. There're worse ways to go."

Cheeks burning, you swatted at his chest, voice breaking in a shy whine, "Eddie!"

He simply caught your hands in his with a gentle laugh-- he gazed up at you from where he laid on your plush, pink bed, as you were sat on his stomach, knees tucked to either side of him. It wasn't like he'd never gone down on you before, in fact it was one of his favorite pastimes-- his words, not yours-- but now that he was asking you to sit on his face, you found yourself inexplicably nervous. You'd never tried it before, not just with him, but with anyone. Certainly you were intrigued, just worried about the logistics.

Lucky for you, Eddie had practically mastered calming your nerves by now, having familiarized himself with the quirks in your thought processing enough to break through them, when the situation called for it. Big brown eyes softening, he reassured you, "I'll be fine, I promise. I wouldn't ask you if I felt otherwise, m’kay?"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now, have a seat, princess," He encouraged, tone dropping to that husky whisper that he knew always cut right through you, fingertips hooking into the hem of your thin cotton panties.

Blushing at his words, you buried your face in your hands as he helped you shimmy out of your underwear, but of course he was quick to call you out on such behavior. "Hey," Eddie warned, "C'mon, sweetheart, no hiding. Lemme see you, hm? Wanna see that pretty face while you ride mine."

That definitely didn't help with the blushing, but he'd convinced you all the same. You pulled your hands away, however hesitantly, tilting your chin down enough for him to see, though you still had a hard time meeting his eyes. His thumbs dragged back and forth on your soft thighs as he waited patiently for you to collect yourself. With a mildly unsure breath, you squeezed his hands for comfort before scooting yourself forward, hovering shakily over his face in what you could only guess was the right position. Your heart was hammering away inside your chest, accompanied by a familiar growing heat between your legs. For a moment, driven by anticipation, time slowed to a crawl.

Pupils swelling with lust and adoration, Eddie smooched lazily inward until his lips met your dripping cunt, pulling you downward by your hips until you were properly seated. Almost immediately your jaw dropped in a breathless gasp, “O-Oh, fuck, Eddie...”

With his mouth otherwise occupied, he couldn’t exactly reply with words, but the slight chuckle he let out against you was enough to communicate his pride, both in himself, and in you for trusting him. Clearly you were right to do so. His tongue slipped teasingly inside you before trailing upward to swirl around your jewel, and you drew in a sharp breath in response, hips bucking forward as your shaking hands quickly found purchase in his thick, curly hair. The motion only seemed to encourage him.

Sucking harshly on your clit, his tongue slid forward to flick at the swollen bud, sending waves of white hot pleasure through you. You let out a broken cry, trying desperately to keep still as your hips trembled above him, thighs tightening over his ears. Face burning, you subconsciously began rocking into his ministrations, the (perhaps irrational) fear of suffocating him slowly melting away to make room for the glittering heat that was pooling up inside you. As if to encourage you further, he tugged you down just a little more by the plush your thighs, fingertips printing into your skin until you fully relaxed your weight into him. 

He lapped at you greedily with a satisfied hum that ricocheted through your core, making you jolt and clutch his hair at the roots. Your breathing faltered, chest rising and falling in stutters, and as you looked down to check on him, you nearly thought you would faint-- Eddie looked exceptionally good between your legs, the inky black of his pupils swallowing up almost every last trace of that familiar coffee color as he raked up the length of your quivering body with a hunger you almost couldn’t believe. By the looks of it he was in his element, and he was enjoying himself just about as much as you were. After all, he’d been waiting on this for a while.

Dragging the flat of his tongue up the length of your cunt, collecting a pool of your slick arousal in his hot mouth, the two of you moaned almost perfectly in sync. His hands slid upward and back behind your hips, cradling your body and rocking you into himself a bit harder than you were on your own, sending white hot pulses of pleasure deeply through you with every seemingly minute bump of his nose against your heat. As much as you hesitated to admit it, you could feel your peak looming on the horizon already, and quickly at that. Surely he could tell, but Eddie certainly wasn’t cutting you any breaks, the devil that he is.

“E-Eddie,” You gasped, blushing body misted with a thin sheet of sweat, hands fisted tightly into his locks. “I’m close, I-I’m getting close--”

Your words trailed off as he sucked your swollen, aching clit between his lips, before pulling back with a soft pop just enough to free himself to speak. “No one’s stoppin’ ya, doll,” He mused, taking a short moment to catch his breath before he continued to mercilessly devour you.

As if his encouragement was the only thing holding you back, your eyes screwed shut and you let out a breathy, high pitched whine as that coil deep in your stomach wound itself tight, and then snapped. Sparks showered over you in rhythmic waves, and you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed anymore as your pussy clenched around nothing, and your cum flooded his tongue. Grinning against you as he held you down by your thighs to lick you clean, he truly looked like the embodiment of the cat who got the cream.

Only once he was satisfied with his own performance did he let go of you with a parting squeeze of the flesh, fingertips trailing softly down the length of your legs, and in the aftermath, it quite tickled-- it was hard not to giggle a bit as you jolted away from him, toppling over on to the bed beside him as he tried to subtly regain control of his breathing. His lips and cheeks glistened with your arousal, and donned a proud smirk.

Eddie reached for you, rubbing your back as you shook and caught your own breath. “Good girl,” He hummed. “I take it that wasn’t so bad, huh?”

#goddess on the mountain top #summit of beauty and love #venustext #sintext #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

[supernaturalfreakout]

A Chance Encounter

[History on Your Side—Chapter 1.] Sam Winchester x Reader

Chapter summary: Sam and Dean are stuck with their current case. Sam searches for leads and gets more than he bargained for. *Please see the masterlist for entire work summary and tags* Masterlist | Read on AO3

Frustration tainted the air of the bunker, radiating from the library walls. As the clock ticked past midnight, blue-white light mingled with the orange of the table lamps, bathing Sam's face in a steady glow as he hunched over his laptop, engrossed in a tireless search. Dean, meanwhile, paced the floor, book in hand. Each footstep reverberated inside his skull, adding to the collective headache. The brothers' current case—a woodland haunting across state—had led them down a dead-end, fueling their late-night study.

Sam furrowed his brow, silently mouthing as he read the contents of his latest webpage. "Dean…" he called, eyeing the screen in concentration. "Think I’ve found something… a Dr. Y/L/N at KU, Lawrence. Might be a long shot, but his research might tie in with our case."

Dean glanced up from his book with a raised eyebrow. "A doctor? How's he connected to our ghost problem?"

"Not a medical doctor, genius... A History PhD… His studies focus on historical folklore. There could be a link between the local legends and our haunting. It's worth a shot, right?"

"Okay, well..." Dean nodded, clapping his book shut. "It's the only lead we've got right now. Let's hit him up."

Sam danced his fingers across the keyboard, crafting a persuasive pitch in their email. "Alright, here goes nothing," he muttered, hitting 'send' with hopeful anticipation, his eyes strained, heavy. 

"Hey, we're not just any journalists," Dean interjected, reading over Sam's shoulder. "We're the duo that digs deep into untold stories. Our quest? Unveiling the hidden truths woven into the fabric of this town..."

Sam smirked at Dean's embellishments. "Right, 'cause nothing grabs a scholar's attention like a good ol' fashioned mystery. Hopefully, this Dr. Y/L/N will bite."

Dean chuckled, slapping his brother on the back. "Lighten up, Sammy. Who could resist the allure of two charming reporters like us?"

Sam rolled his eyes, closing his laptop with a yawn. "Sure, whatever. Let's just hope for a response. I'm off to get some shut-eye."

---

The next day, after his morning run, Sam sat in the bunker's kitchen, opening his laptop to a reply in his inbox. Taking a sip of his coffee, he ran a hand through his hair, optimism growing with each word he read. 

"Dean!" he yelled, a spark of excitement coloring his voice. "Dean... We got a reply!"

Dean emerged from the hallway with a yawn and creased pajamas. He had only just got up—having medicated last night's headache with trash TV and beer. "Sup?"

“We've got a meeting... this afternoon." Sam rose an eyebrow, eyeing the screen with intrigue. "Dude seems pretty interested..."

Dean stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Great, well... better hit the road, I guess. But Sammy, we're grabbing grub on the way."

---

After a few hours' drive—including a pit stop for food—the Winchesters arrived in Lawrence. Clad in their finest 'reporter' outfits, they paced the university corridors where they eventually located the history department. There, amidst the academic bustle, they requested to meet Dr. Y/L/N.

"Y/N!" the receptionist called, turning her head to the staff room behind her. "Your 3 o'clock is here!"

"Thanks Janice, I'll be right there!"

You emerged from the staff room carrying a large pot of coffee, your presence immediately capturing the attention of the brothers.

"Hey! You must be Tom and Jack. Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." You greeted them warmly, charm evident in your smile. "Come on in, take a seat… I hope you like coffee!"

Sam and Dean exchanged a surprised glance, momentarily taken aback as you beckoned them to follow you into a nearby office. You were not what they had expected, that's for sure.

"You're Dr. Y/L/N?" Sam asked, as you closed the door of the small room behind them.

"This is she," you said, sensing their unexpected reactions. "Is… there a problem?"

"No, no!" Sam reassured, trying to mask his surprise with a charming smile. "We just expected someone… older."

You smirked, taking a seat across from them behind the small desk. "And… with a penis?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Sam coughed, smiling awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by his sexist assumption, whilst Dean scratched his head, trying to think of a witty response.

"I'm just messing with you…” you teased, chuckling at their reactions. “I get that a lot. Anyway, how can I help? Your story sounds interesting…"

---

Over cups of coffee, the brothers tactfully explained their ‘research’ and the answers they were seeking.

“Hm, from what you’ve told me, the haunting sounds connected to an old legend rooted in the area…” You pulled out a book from your bookshelf, tracing your fingers over the weathered text. “Ah, here!” You placed it on the desk in front of them, gesturing to the page as you spoke. “This passage here... it speaks of spirits being tied to the ‘earthly realm’...”

The brothers listened intently, their focus on the information you provided, but Sam couldn’t help but feel uncharacteristically distracted, stealing small glances at you as you spoke. 

“According to the lore of the local tribe,” you continued, running a hand through your hair, “the spirit seeks ‘retribution for an ancient injustice.’”

Hm, interesting... Sam mused, darting another glance your way.

“Is there any way to stop it?” Dean leaned in slightly, urgency lacing his words. 

You straightened in your seat, taken aback by this new line of questioning. “What paper did you say you worked for again?”

“The Eureka Herald”, “The Wichita Eagle,” they replied in unison, gritting their teeth for blowing their cover.

You paused for a moment, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’re ghost chasers, aren’t you?” you asked, eyeing them with suspicion, leaning back in your chair. 

Sam and Dean shared a look, a mixture of surprise and caution in their eyes. 

“What makes you think that?” Dean asked, his posture more guarded, his tone casual, yet wary. 

You took a sip from your mug. “It’s not hard to put two and two together,” you said, trying to hide your smirk as the brothers faltered over their cover story. “Plus, you’re not the first ghost chasers I’ve encountered…”

Sam and Dean exchanged another glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They were used to keeping their true identity under wraps, and were surprised by your directness—your ability to see through their façade. But there was something about your demeanor that made them feel a level of trust…

“Okay, you got us,” Sam admitted, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “But we’re not exactly ‘ghost chasers’… we’re hunters.”

“Hunters?” you raised an eyebrow.

Dean nodded, his expression more serious. “We’re not the kind of hunters most people imagine... We’re here to make things right, to put spirits to rest, to protect people from the crap they don’t even know exist.”

You listened intently, shifting slightly as you processed their words. “So... you hunt the things that go bump in the night? And in this case, you’re here to put an ancient spirit to rest?”

“That’s the plan,” Dean confirmed. “So... think you can help us, or what?”

You hesitated, chewing on your lip as you considered their request. You’d known ghosts were real, yes, but, hunting them...? This was all new, and... exciting.

“Alright,” you relented, undeniably curious. “I’ll try my best to help, but promise you’ll respect the history, the people involved?”

Sam leaned in, interjecting your thoughts, gently. “We promise,” he affirmed, his tone earnest, as he looked into your eyes. “We’re not just seeking closure for the spirit, we’re aiming for closure for the tribe, too.”

You paused for a moment, your gaze softening as you regarded the younger brother with a newfound respect.

“Yeah, exactly,” Dean added, nodding towards his brother. “What he said...”

You took a deep breath, giving in to the excitement you couldn’t deny. “Okay then... let’s uncover the truth behind this thing.”

“Great!” Dean exclaimed, visibly relieved as he slapped his hands on the sides of his chair.

Sam smiled, silently mouthing a gentle “thank you” in your direction

You smiled back, but quickly averted your gaze, feeling a sudden blush rush into your cheeks. “Well,” you rose from your seat, trying your best to ignore whatever that was. “I’m afraid my office hours are over… I have to head back to work, but, I’ll be in touch.”

Sam stood, unconsciously mirroring your stance. “Yeah, yeah—of course.” He cleared his throat, reaching for the book on the table, directing you a gentle glance. “Would it be okay to take this?” 

“Yeah, sure... anything that will help. In fact... here... have these...”

“Thanks,” Sam smiled, as you passed him a few more books from your bookshelf.

“We’re staying at a motel just out of town for a few days,” Dean explained, handing you a scrap of paper with their contact details on it. “Let us know if you find anything.”

“Of course,” you said, glancing at the note in your hands. “Sam and Dean Winchester?” You swear their names sounded familiar...

“You can never be too careful in our line of work, lady,” Dean joked, as they finally introduced themselves properly.

As you walked them out of the department, Sam turned to you, shifting the pile of books under his arm. “See you soon, Dr Y/L/N, thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, Sam, but please, call me Y/N. I’ll never get used to being called Dr... it sounds waay too formal.”

Sam smiled, but quickly looked away as you returned his gaze, suddenly feeling rather warm.

“Right, let’s make a move.” Dean slapped Sam on the shoulder, snapping him out of his haze. “See ya later doc,” he saluted, turning to walk away, Sam by his side.

You chuckled as they left, your eyes lingering on the taller brother as they faded from your view, disappearing round the corner.

---

Back in the Impala, Dean turned towards his brother with a sly grin. "So, Sammy... You seem to have taken quite a liking to Dr. Y/L/N back there... not just interested in her research, huh?"

Sam's eyes widened, trying to mask his embarrassment. "What? No, Dean—it's not like that."

Dean chuckled, giving Sam a playful nudge. "Come on, man! I saw the way you were blushing back there. I've never seen you stumble over your words like that. Plus, you've been staring more than the ghost we're hunting."

"I... I wasn't stumbling, or staring!" Sam contested, despite knowing full well that his attempts to deny it only made it more obvious.

"Sure Sammy, whatever you say," Dean teased, enjoying every moment of his brother's discomfort.

Sam rolled his eyes, trying to play it off. "I was just being polite! She's knowledgeable and helpful, that's all."

"Uh-huh, sure… whatever helps you sleep at night… Bet you'll be dreaming of that helpfulness tonight, huh?" Dean smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I mean, she's hot... I'll give you that."

Sam groaned, realizing there was no getting out of this conversation. "Can we just focus on the case, please? We have a haunting to solve."

Dean laughed, giving his brother a playful punch on the arm. "Alright, alright, Mr. 'I-Don't-Have-A-Crush’. Let's get back to business..."

Despite his attempts to steer the conversation away, Sam couldn't shake off the heat rising to his cheeks, knowing full well Dean would continue to tease him for the rest of the day. But as they drove off to pursue the leads you had provided, he couldn't help but feel optimistic, wondering what might come of this partnership.

Chapter 2

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[mauesartetc]

Hello again! Thank you for the response on the ask, here are my redesigns that I was referring to! I’ve only done three thus far and only one actually has color 😅 color schemes are difficult for me, I must say. I’ll add a few notes on the side, they’re not necessarily the only things I’m looking for criticism on but just a few things I particularly am worried about with them/a bit of thought process.

Alastor (worried a lil about his color values not contrasting enough- I wanted his regular form to seem somewhat approachable from far away but then up close you feel a little more uneasy around him)

Angel (HEAVY W.I.P.- I’m especially iffy on the heart pattern for the outfit fluff and I wanna figure out how to make his general outfit more interesting. For his outfit it’s more supposed to be something that Val or Velvet would’ve put him in rather than something he’d pick out)

Charlie (she’s not much different in terms of sketch, she has some subtle design elements that go with my lore for the Angels in a Hazbin+Helluva rewrite I’m currently working on because I wanted to give something special for the royal heirs of the OG fallen Angels, but without color she’s mostly the same 😅)

Thank ya again for letting me send these! I’ve only rly shown them to friends and wanted to see if I could get some outside feedback as well 😅

(Thank you for your patience on this, dear god)

For starters, if you want Alastor to seem approachable from a distance, you might try some lighter, less-sinister colors for his outfit. Personally, if I saw this guy from across a room, the dark gloves alone would set off alarm bells. Major OJ Simpson vibes. Maybe a yellow, tan, or cream color (white would probably be too formal) would appear friendlier as well as accurate to his time period.

As for the rest of his outfit, I looked up "1930s men's fashion catalog" on good ol' Google Images and found a hefty amount of brown and light grey suits. Maybe something in this wheelhouse would work for Alastor-?

(I also darkened his face a tad for more value contrast with the new colors, and pushed the red on his staff for a more "infernal" look as well as standing out from the gloves.)

Angel Dust is trickier, since we don't know him, Val, or Velvet that well as characters yet. Since the series hasn't been released, we don't know much about what their taste in clothing actually is. (And no, I don't care about the character Instagrams or whatever. Social media doesn't count as canon.)

But I do know Val would probably want to put Angel in something that "sells"; something that makes him more attractive to clients. Something intriguing but not too revealing, that makes them want to see more. I figure a long-sleeved mesh top would fit the bill.

I also found a sexier version with harness rings. Research is your friend, especially when you're looking for something outside the realm of what you normally draw. And you could always make a moodboard with Pinterest or PureRef for a lot of different inspiration sources. Not sure what specifically you meant by "more interesting" as that's a hugely subjective term, but hopefully this is a decent enough starting point.

Okay. Charlie.

Just some notes and tweaks here and there. Not sure what specifically you wanted feedback on with her, but again, it's a starting point.

Hope that helps!

#character design #redesign #critique #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #outfits #clothing #redline #ask #midnighthybrid1

[redheadspark]

Hawuu

Hope this hasn't been taken yet but can I request 16. Counting the constellations with Druig

A/N - Hawwuu! I would love to write and short but sweet prompt for you with this request! Thanks for the request, dear friend!

Gaze

Summary - Your favorite past time with your favorite person

Warnings - Just some good ol' fashion fluff

"Okay....that one there?"

"Ursa Major. Too easy,"

"Fine......that one here?"

"Lepus! Come on, you're not even trying at this point,"

Druig laughed next to you as you were looking up at the night sky, seeing the scattering of stars. The cool night with no moon was the perfect opportunity to go star gazing, one of your favorite things to do ever since you came to Earth. From the very first time you looked up at the night sky, right after the first Deviant fight against the fragile humans, you were amazed at the stars that were high above you. So bright, so new in an image, and gorgeous in power and majesty. You were out all night watching the stars move along the sky, almost entranced and memorized by it. Ajak thought of it as adorable, calling you her "Star Gazer" as soon as you came in the following day with so much to tell her about the stars.

Thankfully, she wasn't the only one who admired your love for the stars.

Even after all the centuries, seeing the constellations change over time and the night shift and morph just like the evolution of humans, you never lost your interest in those stars. When you had enough energy you would spend your nights on top of the Domo, on your back, counting some of the constellations you saw, and wondering what it would be like to touch a star. To see one right in front of you with a touch of your fingers. But then again, being there on Earth was enough for you for the time being. Maybe one day you'd be up there again amongst the stars, exploring all and more that you have already known and yet to know.

"You amaze me, you know," Druig said next to you as you looked at him with fondness, "You always seemed to be drawn to the stars even others aren't. Why?"

"Don't know," You replied in a shrug, looking up at the stars again, "They are beautiful to me, and they are so many of them. Not one is the same, which I think is the best part. Kind of like the humans: not one of them is the same,"

Druig grinned next to you, wrapped an arm around you from behind you pull you in, to have your head rest on his chest. You were thankful Druig never saw your fascination with stars as weird or usual, he was more intrigued by it actually. He would listen to you talk about constellations for hours and the names of them, at least the names that the humans made up for them. To see the joy on your face when you would rush into the Domo and tell the others about the humans naming a new set of stars.

So after you two together, you would take Druig with you to the top of the Domo on a clear night to see the stars. Sometimes you two would chat all night about everything and anything you wanted to talk about, other times you were simply laying there in silence and holdings hands between your bodies. Druig felt honored that you were letting him into your own little world, your own curiosity and wonder, and having him a part of it in return.

"Love ya, my Star Gazer," Druig hummed against your hair as you saw a shooter star go by.

The End

June Spring Prompts

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[ddarker-dreams]

You’re writing never ceases from fascinating me and I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while now, but could you perhaps give us some book recommendations? There’s no fixed criteria, nor any fiction or non fiction preference, I really just would like to know what sort of books you enjoy and how they’ve impacted you!

Sorry if there’s any grammatical errors, I don’t use English quite often and my apologies if you’ve answered this question before and I simply did not notice :’)

your english is excellent, don't worry!!! thank you so much for your encouraging words, i really appreciate it 🥺💖💖💖

as for books i'd recommend, you can check out the definitive list here, but i can expand on the impact my favorites have had on me!! i don't think i've done that yet, at least. i'm always down for an excuse to gush about my favorite books.

“I think the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.” The Brothers Karamazov, by Fyodor Dostoevsky

ah, my favorite author, who i mention on this blog frequently. TBK takes the crown of being my absolute favorite book. it deals with themes that resonated with me personally, since i grew up in the christian faith and have experienced no small share of skepticism with what was essentially my childhood foundation. while there are plenty of intriguing themes explored throughout this work, dostoevsky's take on the age old question "if there is a god, why does he allow such terrible things to happen, and if such a god exists, can he really be called 'good'?" is a sight to behold. he takes the question very seriously and doesn't settle for simple platitudes to explain it away. at its heart, TBK is deeply human, delving into our flaws and triumphs.

“I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too.” Notes From Underground, by Fyodor Dostoevsky

the novella's protagonist, the underground man, embodies some of our more unsightly thoughts and beliefs. he's openly bitter, resenting the 'common man', while secretly pining for the simple joy they're able to live life with, unburdened by being overly self-aware. it's a fascinating look into how self-contradictory people often are. one of the themes this story tackles was a philosophy gaining traction at the time, determinism. through the underground man, dostoevsky posits that humans are not so simple as to always take the best course of action for themselves, as rational egoism would claim. trying to understand people by thinking they'll always act in their best interest, while a nice sentiment, just doesn't match with what we see in reality. people are weird and do weird things, sometimes just for the sake of it. dostoevsky has such a solid grasp on human nature and how confounding it is.

“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.” The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

there's nothing like a good ol' fashioned fall from grace. here we get to see the slow yet steady degradation of innocence into depravity, the highs and lows that come from it. the conversations between dorian and lord henry are some of my favorite dialogue exchanges in fiction. there's this wry social commentary, sharp wit, and undeniable charisma. it's almost as if we the reader are being seduced by lord henry's libertine inclinations in the same way dorian is. oscar wilde is another author who has some of my favorite prose. he knows how to paint a scene with words. it's always such a delight to read his work.

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.” Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley

gothic elements and references to alchemy? i'm running at top speeds. i loved watching this tragedy unfold. frankenstein's monster was always my favorite perspective to read from. his handling of the curse of being created, his initial naïve desire to belong to humanity, then the burning rage upon his unfair rejection... it's so eloquently written. even as he devolves into committing cruel acts, i still felt sympathetic toward him, and similarly lamented 'what could've been' had people been kinder. it's a classic for a reason.

“Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.” The Plague, by Albert Camus

albert camus is a very fascinating author to me. i'm especially interested in his absurdist philosophy, there are a lot of beats to it that i find appealing. maybe it's due in part to recently experiencing the covid 19 pandemic, but man did this book hit close to home. beyond the metaphysical themes of just living in a world that doesn't care about you and how to handle that realization without falling into despair, it also mirrors a lot of what we saw these past few years. an initial reluctance from positions in power to acknowledge a plague outbreak, the wide range of people's responses (trying to live on as normal, turning to religion, turning away from religion, looking for a way to make profit, looking for a way to help others...), the steady numbness to seeing numbers that represent those taken from the plague every week. camus just nails it. at the same time, the book isn't overly pessimistic or optimistic. there aren't any gallant heroes or nefarious villains. there are just... people, doing what they can, in spite of overwhelming circumstances.

“I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.” We Have Always Lived In The Castle, by Shirley Jackson

shirley jackson's prose... i can only describe it as magical. it tickles the brain. right from the beginning, we have a tale of intrigue told from an unreliable protagonist who, throughout the story, you slowly get the sense is somewhat off. there story feels dreamlike in a sense. it's rooted enough in reality where your suspension of disbelief isn't shaken, yet there's also this uncanniness to it that makes for a unique experience.

#sweet asks #recommendations #answered #Anonymous

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Will we still get to see a fic with Elaine revealing each one of her pregnancies? Pretty please?! I'll beg if I have to.... 🫦

Oooh, ok, ok this is very intriguing and I sure like some good ole fashioned begging so…keep at it. 😉😈 but really in all earnestness, yes?! I don’t know how I’ll configure it as yet, it might be all in one or divided, but if that’s a want then that’s what you’ll get, my dear. 💋

#regarding sarge #prompts #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley

[alleiradayne]

In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You! | Art Master Post

An SPN/D&D mashup that can be read on its own or part of the greater series The Way Things Ought to Be.

On a quiet afternoon a week shy of Christmas, Dean is interrupted while poking through the news for a case. Someone is pounding on the  Bunker door. After a brief huddle with Sam and Castiel, they investigate to find Charlie on the other side, a box of books at her feet. She needs to use their archive for research and a place to stay while she does it. Of course, she's always welcome at the Bunker

After showing her to a room, Dean offers to help her unpack. He finds her collection of Dungeons & Dragons books in the box and asks to borrow one: Candlekeep Mysteries. Charlie offers to run one of the campaigns from the book, specifically, The Scrivener's Tale. And Dean, giddy as a school girl, rushes off to gather his party for a good ol' fashioned mystery.

But the game is afoot and has been since Charlie's unannounced arrival. Between that and her awkward behavior, Dean can't shake a familiar, nagging worry. There's just one problem: he can't remember what, exactly, it is about her or her behavior that's got him on edge. And neither can anyone else.

The campaign unravels—along with Charlie's secrets—as she tells the story of The Scrivener's Tale.

Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Eileen (implied polycule with Rowena and Gabriel), Jack, Charlie Bradbury, several original characters during the D&D campaign. Warnings/Tags: Plot-heavy, no smut, lots of comedy, action, fighting, intrigue, investigation, D&D stuff. Again, no smut. Total Word Count: 44,013 A/N: For @spn-mediabigbang 2023, I adapted The Scrivener’s Tale into an SPN story and the ever amazing @solstheimart​ rocked out some absolutely stellar art. Check out the art master post above (there’s more coming tomorrow)!

 I tried my best to format the different PoVs between the players and their characters, but blockquotes/formatting on Tumblr in general sucks, so good luck (I suggested using the AO3 link at the top of every chapter). Since this was a Media themed event, I also managed to sneak in over 80 (88 to be precise) pop culture references. Each chapter will have a count at the start, and if you can pick them out, you win fake internet points.

Playlist: In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You

Chapter 1 - Money for Nothing

Chapter 2 - Inferno Galore

Chapter 3 - Video Killed the Radio Star

Chapter 4 - Cult of Personality

Chapter 5 - On My Radio

Chapter 6 - The Grand Illusion

Chapter 7 - Ramble On

Chapter 8 - Destroy the Orcs

Chapter 9 - Turn Up The Radio

Chapter 10 - Hollywood Nights

This series is complete! Reblogs are loved and feedback is welcome!

#spnfanfic #spn-mediabigbang #spn-mediabigbang2023 #spn-mbb #spn-mediabb2023 #spnfanfiction #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #dnd #dnd campaign

[twistedtummies2]

Top 15 Portrayals of the Evil Queen

If you know me well by now, then you know that I absolutely love fairy-tales, and the many different ways they can be reinterpreted. The villains of fairy-tales are a big part of why they remain so indelible and so often reimagined. While the Big Bad Wolf is arguably the most archetypal and popular among such characters, there is at least one other antagonist who might be considered the ultimate fairy-tale bad guy…rather, bad gal. I am of course referring to Snow White’s nemesis, the Evil Queen. The Queen is one of the more intriguing villains in fairy-tales: so obsessed with her own vanity is she that, in her quest to become The Fairest in the Land, she will not only resort to trying to murder her own angelic stepdaughter, but she is also willing to make herself seem uglier to achieve her goal. With the aid of her oracular Magic Mirror, she is an almost omniscient force in the tale of Snow White & the Seven Dwarfs, and one of the most cunning baddies in the canon of the Brothers Grimm. More often than not, in numerous adaptations, the Queen is treated as the nominal star of the show, even beyond Snow White herself: this is the part handed to particularly reputable actresses, this is the role that typically gets the most focus (even more than the Dwarfs, let alone Snow White herself), and this is the character that audiences appear to look forward to seeing in action more than any other. The Queen is usually my personal favorite character in many of these adaptations, as well, so I think it’s time I give her some proper credit! So, with that said, grab an apple to snack on (make sure it isn’t poisoned), and allow me to share My Top 15 Portrayals of the Evil Queen!

15. Monica Belucci, from The Brothers Grimm (2005).

This movie is a hot mess, but it’s kind of a fun hot mess. “The Brothers Grimm” tells the story of the titular characters - hyper-fictionalized versions of the actual Brothers Grimm themselves, who are here depicted as con-artists who end up being roped into solving a series of strange disappearances in a small town. The things they encounter on the way end up being the inspirations for some of their most famous fairy-tales. Case in point: the evil force behind all of these kidnappings and vanishings is a being known as “The Mirror Queen.” Long ago, the Queen was a good ruler, famed for both her beauty and her fairness of spirit…but she became vain and selfish, essentially suffering from good ol’ fashioned “I Am The Hype Syndrome,” as I like to call it. When a terrible plague swept over the land, the Queen hid herself away in a tower a-la Rapunzel, and used a mysterious spell to make herself immortal. However, she did not gain eternal youth; her beauty only visible in her reflection. The Queen now must consume the life’s blood of twelve young girls in order to gain the eternal youth and beauty she craves. It is this callous, arrogant witch queen who becomes the inspiration for Snow White’s evil stepmother in the Brothers’ fictional stories. The movie, as a whole, is kind of all over place, but I always found this take on the Evil Queen to be wonderfully unsettling.

14. Queen Hedrian, from Denshi Sentai Denjiman.

“Denjiman” is an early entry in the Super Sentai franchise. For those who don’t know, Super Sentai - in a nutshell - is the Japanese version of Power Rangers: basically, “Power Rangers” takes footage and costumes from the different Sentai programs, and then changes the story, characters, and most of the actors to make it more “Americanized.” Generally speaking, most Sentai programs are a bit darker and more adult than Power Rangers can be, but both follow the same basic idea of costumed protagonists fighting rubber-suited monsters in giant mechs. The main antagonist of this series was none other than the Evil Queen, here called Queen Hedrian. The Queen is the ruler of the sinister Vader Clan (keep your Star Wars jokes to yourself). Years before the story of the series begins, Hedrian sought to conquer the kingdom of Denzi, but was repelled by our Snow White character, referred to as “the Princess of Denzi.” Although the Queen managed to destroy the kingdom, the Princess escaped, and managed to make her way to Earth with some refugees. In the show, the Queen finds her way to Earth, and the protagonists are revealed to be distant relatives of the Princess and her fellow escapees, with powers granted by their bloodline. They must now prevent their world from sharing the same fate as that of their ancestors. Hedrian’s vanity is so insanely intense, she desires to be the only beautiful thing in the entire cosmos: she can’t stand the idea of anyone or anything being more beautiful than herself, so the only way to ensure nothing overcomes her is for herself and her Vader Clan to be the only living things in the entire universe. While at times humorous in her campy antics, this Queen is nevertheless a monstrously evil opponent; while later, more modern Sentai baddies are content to simply injure and incapacitate victims, Hedrian not only kills people frequently, but also with HORRIFIC brutality. Seriously, some of the ways she mercilessly slaughters her victims in the show seem like scenarios straight out of a horror story. Even after her defeat, this Evil Queen would still not be finished, as she returned as a major antagonist in a later Sentai series, “Sun Vulcan.” (A rarity among Sentai antagonists.) If Hedrian looks familiar, it’s because her actress, Machiko Soga, would also return to play a completely different wicked witch in another show: Bandora in “Zyuranger,” a.k.a. Rita Repulsa in the original Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers. I guess she had a particular type!

13. Charlize Theron, from Snow White and the Huntsman.

I’m not really a big fan of this movie (and I haven’t seen the sequel, in case anyone was curious), but I do, without shame, admit that I rather like the film’s take on the Evil Queen. Here named Queen Ravenna, this merciless monarch is a dark enchantress, who - at a young age - suffered great loss due to a cruel and ambitious king. The tragedies of her youth caused Ravenna to become a cold-blooded and heartless woman, obsessed with her own power and exceptionally vain. She seduces the good King Magnus - Snow White’s father - and eventually kills him after they marry, thus becoming ruler of the land. After locking Snow White in a tower, Ravenna begins to consume the youth and lifeforce of various people around the kingdom, using her magic to remain beautiful and young forever. It’s implied she has lived for a hundred years or more…but a prophecy that one of “fairest blood” (three guesses who that is) ultimately leads to the wicked queen’s downfall. While I had mixed feelings about some of the liberties this film took with the original story, and I’m not a fan of Kristen Stewart as Snow White, Theron’s performance as Ravenna is truly wonderful. She’s easily one of the most menacing and wonderfully icy versions of the Queen ever put to the silver screen. To be blunt, she makes this movie. 

12. Majorina, from Smile! Pretty Cure (a.k.a. Brooha, from Glitter Force).

“Smile! Pretty Cure” (or “Glitter Force,” as its known in the English Dub version) is a “Magical Girl” anime with a fairy-tale motif. The motif is most clearly expressed through its villains, the Bad End Generals, who are all different villains from fairy-tales. First, there’s the Big Bad Wolf: in Japan he’s called Wolfrun, in English he’s called Ulric. Then there’s Akaoni, who in the Japanese version is the Oni Chieftan from the folktale of Momotaro; in the English version, the character is renamed “Brute,” and instead is indicated to be the Troll from The Three Billy Goats Gruff. Finally, there is Majorina (or Brooha, as she’s called in Glitter Force), who, of course, is the Evil Queen from Snow White. The trio work together (along with an original villain, a dark jester) to try and resurrect an evil emperor, so they can, of course, take over the world. There’s a bit of sympathy with the Generals, as their evil plans are born from bitterness. They’re tired of being loathed and feared, and see the world as an unforgiving and cruel place. They basically just want their own happy endings. For most of the series, instead of appearing as a radiant sorceress, Majorina takes the form of a dwarfish hag. She can only take on her true, more glamorous form for limited periods of time, and thus only becomes the beautiful queen we all know and love to hate when she needs to unleash her power to the fullest. I guess if I had to be stuck looking like a diseased munchkin for the majority of my life, I’d be sour about it, too.

11. Vanessa Redgrave, from Faerie Tale Theatre.

“Faerie Tale Theatre” was a television series from the 1980s, hosted by Shelley Duvall, which featured major celebrity actors in televised productions of various classic fairy-tales. The episodes were done in a deliberately theatrical, stage-play-esque style, hence the title of the series. In the episode based on “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,” legendary actress Vanessa Redgrave tackled the role of the Evil Queen. This is a master class in how to be about as over-the-top as any performer CAN be, and yet somehow make things work: there is nothing even remotely subtle about Redgrave’s Queen, but that’s kind of what makes her fun. She still captures all the glamor and unhinged danger the character requires, but there’s also a great deal of humor to the character, and Redgrave’s bombastic, flamboyant performance helps to balance the menace and the comedy beautifully. This is one of the first versions I think of when I think of the Evil Queen: it’s melodrama of the absolute highest order, sometimes to a hysterical degree, but that’s part of the charm. As utterly insane as this portrayal may be, there’s certainly never a dull moment whenever the Evil Queen is onscreen…this may partially be due to the fact Vincent Price, of all people, plays the Magic Mirror, but I digress.

10. Diana Rigg, from Snow White (1987).

This was the fifth in a series of movies collectively called “Cannon Movie Tales”: a collection of low-budget musicals based on famous fairy-tales, released between 1986 and 1989. I haven’t seen all of these films, but the quality of them seems to range from “meh” to “bleh.” Snow White is on the upper end of the scale in “meh” territory, and a big part of what holds the film above the water is Diana Rigg’s inimitable performance as the Queen. Rigg’s Evil Queen is a decidedly campy take on the character, but the actress is able to bring a certain amount of dignity and even a bit of a creepy presence to the role. Donning a variety of grandiose costumes, each more over-the-top than the last, and with her own villain song to boot (not a very good one, mind you, but Rigg - no stranger to musical theatre - sells it as best she can), she is by far the best part of the story. Her Magic Mirror is a wonderfully unnerving take on the device as well, surrounded by gargoyle-like faces and with a strange spinning glass pane. SPOILER ALERT: Rigg also gets a surprisingly brutal death scene. Towards the end of the film, she becomes so enraged that she flings a makeup jar at the Magic Mirror. This causes the mirror to slowly crack and break apart. As it cracks, first her outfit starts to fall apart at the seams...then she starts to age, turning into a REAL hag. Finally, as the Mirror ultimately shatters, she EXPLODES into dust. It’s actually pretty freaky, and it’s just another part of what makes Rigg’s vainglorious Queen such a show-stealer.

9. The Version from “Grimms Notes: The Animation.”

This twelve-episode anime (apparently meant to be the first season of a longer show, but it doesn't look like a second season will be out anytime soon) is based on the (now defunct) video game "Grimms Notes." The plot revolves around a group of adventurers who have the power to transform themselves into fairy-tale characters, and use their abilities to combat evil. As they go on their merry way, they encounter these different fairy-tale characters, and either help them or do battle with them, depending on the scenario. My favorite episode by far is the Snow White story, and a big part of the reason why comes from the Evil Queen. In the universe of "Grimms Notes," there isn't just one Evil Queen or Snow White: there have been many through the generations. After being fed the poison apple, each Snow White is forced by fate to arrange the death of their own mother. It's this act of revenge that sets up their eventual change into the next Evil Queen, and the vicious cycle continues. The “Snow White” episode has the cycle being threatened, as the current Evil Queen discovers the time has come to play out her story, and tries to arrange the death of her own daughter...but no matter what she tries, Snow White not only fails to die, but never once comes to hate her own mother. The idea of combating one’s fate is a constant throughout Grimms Notes, but nowhere is it more powerful than the Snow White episode, and through the character of the Evil Queen. I unfortunately couldn't find a credit for the Queen's voice actress, but whoever it is, they do a bang-up job, bringing the right amount of sinister regality and tragic vulnerability to the part.

8. Dianne Wiest, from The 10th Kingdom.

Given the real name of “Christine White,” this is one of the more sympathetic portrayals of the Evil Queen out there, though she still remains a powerful and dangerous foe. In this absolutely MAMMOTH-sized miniseries, it is not Snow White that the Queen seeks to destroy, but rather a different young woman: in fact, she isn’t even the same Evil Queen we all know. It is revealed that an aged hag, simply called “The Swamp Witch,” was the original Queen, and it was she who tried to assassinate Snow White. Christine became a student of the Witch, and took her place as the Evil Queen of the fairy-tale world. Cold and calculating, she is a regal but absolutely bloodthirsty woman who has no qualms about killing anybody who gets in her way, including her own daughter, Virginia. While her backstory is tragic - a twisted story of betrayal and subterfuge - she is nevertheless a terrifying figure, with many minions and much magic to help her on her quest to destroy her enemies and regain power over the kingdom she lost many, many years ago. All the same, you feel sort of bad for her when she is ultimately defeated, and it’s worth pointing out that she is buried with respect and dignity, despite her cruel misdeeds, once she meets her final fate. It’s a rather different take on the character, but it’s a great one nonetheless.

7. The Queen of Fables, from DC.

Most people will (in my opinion, unfortunately) know of this character thanks to her appearance as a major antagonist in the “Harley Quinn” animated comedy series. I am not a fan of that series, and I am especially not a fan of its depiction of this character. I know the show is largely meant to be an adult humor parody, but all the same, it’s just not my thing, and it legitimately bothers me that the chances are high that most mainstream audiences will only know of the Queen of Fables for that specific rendition. So I will ignore that series and focus on the comics: in the comics, the Queen of Fables - real name Tsaritsa - is a recurring adversary of the Justice League, and especially of Wonder Woman. She is, indeed, the legendary Evil Queen who tormented Princess Snow White. Instead of being killed at the end of their conflict, however, the Queen was imprisoned in a magical book, only to be released centuries later. Upon being set free, the Queen seeks revenge against Wonder Woman - whom she believes to be the reincarnation of her fabled nemesis - leading to a myriad of conflicts with the JLA. The Queen has the power to bring to life various figures from fairy-tales, turning characters from classic fantasy into hideous beings of reality. From Big Bad Wolves to Candy-House Witches, she can make every danger the world of make-believe can offer up into horrifying truth. I absolutely love this villainess in the comics; in my opinion, she’s one of the most underrated villains in the DC Universe. I think there’s a lot of untapped potential for this character, and the motifs and concepts of her world, along with her marvelously grandiose personality, can make for some very fun story material if handled properly. It’s honestly shocking to me that the Harley Quinn series, so far, is the only real time she’s made it to anything BESIDES the comics, and like I said, that version does NOT do this diabolical enchantress any justice. If you haven’t read any of her stories in the comics, look them up; trust me, you will not regret it.

6. Anne Francine & Charles Hall, from Snow White Live!

Made to save the legendary Radio City Music Hall, “Snow White Live!” (or “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs: Live On Stage!”, if you want to refer to it by its VERY full title) was the very first major stage production of a Disney film ever made, predating Broadway’s “Beauty and the Beast” by over ten years. It was eventually recorded for TV and released on VHS. It’s never been brought to DVD or Blu-ray, at least to date, nor even found its way to streaming services, but you CAN find the VHS recording on YouTube, if you look for it. Some of you may call bull on this one, since it’s basically just a stage version of the Disney Villain, but I feel I just HAVE to give this Queen her own separate rank. The character is played by not one, but two performers. Anne Francine - a veteran Broadway actor of the time, most recognizable onscreen for her roles in the film “Crocodile Dundee” and the T.V. show “Harper Valley PTA” - portrays the Queen herself. Francine plays the character up in the style of an old-fashioned Shakespeare villain, with wide, dramatic gestures and a booming voice. She also gives the Queen a sort of vicious wit, in contrast to the relatively straight-faced and sneering Queen from the film. Lesser-known actor Charles Hall (who also voices the Magic Mirror), plays her when she transforms into the Witch. Hall spends much of the time howling like a hyena, but manages to bring some genuine menace into the role, his old crone feeling truly unhinged. Both pay homage to the original, but also bring their own sense of style to the role(s). The show overall is pretty good, and I would love to see it brought back in some manner; I don’t think the rights or the script have ever been released for more widespread productions, which is a shame. Whether it works for Broadway or even just for some local community/school theater spaces, it would be a truly fantastic spectacle to revive. Till that time, if any, these two particular performances remain a powerful reminder that even the most iconic of portrayals can be reimagined in fun ways.

5. Miranda Richardson, from Snow White: Fairest of Them All.

Richardson’s character - named Queen Elspeth - is a more sympathetic take on the Evil Queen. In this film, it’s revealed that Elspeth was once a homely peasant girl, who longed to be beautiful, and to live a life of luxury. Thanks to a wish-granting being simply called “The Green-Eyed One,” she was transformed into a beautiful woman, and later gained the favor of the King, becoming his bride and, thus, the Queen. While over-the-top in her vanity, descending into outright childish immaturity, you can understand why Elspeth acts the way she does; someone who lived a large portion of her life being scorned, unwanted, and poor can’t help but flaunt what she’s now got, and preen over her newfound beauty. At first, she actually does try to be a proper mother to Snow White...but when the young lass is declared the Fairest of Them All, she is unable to accept the idea that anyone could be more beautiful than herself. Her vanity and her bitterness thus spiral out of control, driving her to insanity, leading to the events of the story we know so well. While the overall adaptation gained mixed reactions in its time, most agree this is one of Richardson’s best performances, mixing humor and deranged theatricality with icy cold civility and real drama. It’s one of the most layered takes on the Queen out there, and definitely worthy of placement in the top five.

4. Vil Schoenheit, from Twisted Wonderland.

Voiced by Hiroki Aiba…and based on the man’s resume, I think this is perfect typecasting. (Seriously, look him up, WOW.) For anybody not in the loop, “Twisted Wonderland” is a mobile game which takes place at a school of black magic, originally founded by seven of the great Disney Villains…among them, naturally, the Evil Queen. (In the game, she’s referred to as “The Fairest Queen,” but details, details.) Throughout the game, we encounter several characters who are based on these same villains (and others). Vil Schoenheit is the head of Pomefiore, the dorm founded by the Evil Queen, and the character based directly on her. So…yeah, he (yes, he) is technically not THE Evil Queen, but he’s a character based on the fairy-tale figure, clearly filling out the exact same basic role: much like Christine White from the 10th Kingdom, I say he counts. Vil is a hyper-talented and artistic fellow: a professional model, singer, dancer, and actor, as well as skilled in photography and having his own line of beauty products. He’s one of Night Raven College’s most popular and wealthy students, and he bloody well knows it. While thoroughly vain, Vil isn’t treated as a figure of fun, which I find appreciable: he, much like the original Evil Queen of Disney mythology, is a commanding, dominant figure of icy composure, as strong and as imposing as he is gifted. As the game’s main story goes on, Vil becomes a more complex and tragic figure, as we learn about what really drives his obsession with personal perfection, and realize that - for all of his many talents and skills - there are still gaps in his life that he longs to see filled. Like all the other characters at the school, unlike the villain he’s based on, Vil is not a pure evil monster…but don’t misconstrue that to mean he can’t be dangerous. He’s a very skilled fighter and dark wizard with a particular fondness for poisons. Taking him lightly might be the last thing you ever do.

3. Sigourney Weaver, from Snow White: A Tale of Terror.

Unlike Diana Rigg, Miranda Richardson, or even Vanessa Redgrave - all of whom I thought were perfect casting options for this character - when I found out Sigourney Weaver played the Queen in this cult classic 1997 television film, I sort of tilted my head. I mean...Ripley as the Evil Queen? That’s not exactly a casting choice I’d imagine. However, Weaver actually received an Emmy nomination for the role, and it was well-earned. Called “Lady Claudia” in this adaptation, she, like Richardson and Wiest before her, is another more sympathetic take on the character. Snow White is just as much to blame for her transformation into the Evil Queen as her own flaws, as Claudia actually tries VERY hard to be a good mother and caring wife, but when her stepdaughter resents her and her husband neglects her, she begins to spiral into insanity, becoming more vain and power-hungry as time goes on. Even a large part of her plan is sympathetic, as she not only wants to kill Snow White (given the real name “Lilli” in this version), but have a child of her own; a child who will love her and whom she can love in return. You can understand why she does everything she does, and even, to an extent, agree with her motivations. It’s ultimately the extremes she takes things to that make her a villain, as it is with so many great villains. When she becomes the Witch, Weaver is absolutely unrecognizable in the makeup, and is arguably one of the most frightening takes on the old crone out there; fitting for a dark fantasy/horror film reworking of the tale. She easily steals the show, as the Queen so often does, and is a major part of what makes this particular version so renowned. If you’re a fairy-tale fan like me, and don’t mind some blood and horror, you’ll get a real kick out of this one.

2. Lana Parilla, from Once Upon a Time.

Well, I can’t very well talk about the Evil Queen without mentioning dear Regina, can I? Arguably the most popular character in the show, Regina Mills is one of the most sympathetic takes on the Evil Queen I’ve yet to encounter. While decidedly the villain of the first season of the show, and responsible for many of the problems that the characters of the series face throughout its run, from the second season onwards, Regina became less of a villain and more of an anti-hero...and, by the time the show ended, she was more or less outright a hero. That’s a big step for a character literally called the Evil Queen to make, but the series pulled it off nicely! Sassy, sharp, yet devilishly sinister, she was a sparky, fresh new take on the character, and her transition from villain to heroine was probably the most believable of many of the other characters who underwent similar arcs. Regina, you see, didn’t just become the Evil Queen for one or two reasons; there were a lot of reasons she became so wicked, and even once she became the most powerful and evil character in the Enchanted Kingdom, there were still spots of goodness in her that couldn’t be destroyed. As such, her change took a lot of time and effort - on both her part and that of the other characters - but you could understand why she took the steps she did, good or bad, all along the way, and you genuinely wanted to see her come out on top. For all these reasons and more, Lana Parrilla’s performance in the role definitely deserves high marks. She has become one of the most iconic portrayals of the character to date, and it’s not hard to figure out why.

1. The Disney Version.

I mean...how could this not be my favorite? When people think of Snow White, it’s hard not to think of the classic Disney film, and as a result, when people think of the Evil Queen, it’s just as hard not to think of this one (originally played by Lucille LaVerne). I am no exception. I could go on and on into why this version is so good, and what makes this Evil Queen the best of the bunch, but I think it all comes down to just one word: menace. This Queen is a menace. Despite ostensibly being from a “kid’s film,” few other Evil Queens are quite as intimidating as the one portrayed by LaVerne in the original film. As the Queen, not only is LaVerne’s powerful voice already imposing enough, but the animation REALLY helps a lot; the way she moves, the way she stares, the overall design. It’s actually relatively minimalistic compared to pretty much all the rest on this list, but it is extremely effective, making her feel intensely calculating and as powerful as anything. And when she becomes the Witch? Yeah, it’s over the top, but it never goes too far; it keeps things in just the right place, so that the old crone never feels like a joke or a caricature; there’s a mixture of strength and frailty to the animation that is fascinating to watch, and LaVerne’s ferocious performance sells it all the more. She is one of the most iconic villains not just in Disney, not just in animation, but in cinema as a whole, and for very good reason. It’s not surprising that this character has become one of the ruling figures of the Disney Villains lineup, with no sign of her iconography fading. Anytime the Disney Villains get together in any way, it’s hard NOT to find the Queen among their ranks, usually in a position of high acclaim. The fact several other versions on this list are essentially reinterpretations of this one specific incarnation only further proves her staying power. In short, it’s no surprise the Disney Version is My Favorite Evil Queen. Case closed.

HONORABLE MENTIONS INCLUDE…

Tamsin Grieg (as Miss Maclahose), from Revolting Rhymes.

Patricia Medina, from Snow White and the Three Stooges.

Judy Parfitt (as Queen Lillian), from The Charmings.

Eleanor Audley, from The Railroad Hour (1953).

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I've come to bother you for 'Love is not Soft and Fluffy' because it was such a lovely ride to see Percy's journey focused on an unlikely romantic interest because Percabeth is the easy ship, the effortless friends to lovers trope that people usually root for because they have known each other since forever and it's easy to picture them as that one Golden Couple, so, this makes me feel all giddy. This fic was lovely, it was tender, it was painful at times that I wished Riordan had taken a route like this in the early years, because even if I love Solangelo, I am bitter as any other normal Nico fan about Nico having a rebound romance rather than an actual romance plot with relevance (and not with a rushed background character that was conveniently there). Thing is!! I loved that bitter remark about having Annabeth ending up with a background character at the end because it was so satisfying and omg I just can't describe how much this small rewrite made me feel. I've been following your blog for the small Percico drabbles (since nowadays don't read a lot of satisfying Percico), so, finding out you are this fic's writer kind of clicked in my mind in a kind of 'THATS WHY I LOVE THIS NICO' way. You see, I love all types of Percico content, I welcome it! But usually people writes a real bitter Nico, that sometimes I feel that that's everything there is to be about his character. A bitter dark character with a dry humor. But your Nico has always felt human in a way I have grown greatly fond of. This is a Nico I can write without feeling like I'm writing your typical emo-kinda-meta sad boy of Wattpad. Thank you and I wish I could be more eloquent with my adoration for your story, but this is all I can think of after clicking on your tumblr link and finding out it was you, so, kind of got excited and decided to write you my thoughts on good ol' Tumblr inbox fashion. I wish you the best, that you keep writing ti your heart's content anything that your mind is set on at the moment, your writing never stops making me feeling all gushy and mushy. Read you later!!!🌈

Wow, thank you 😳 To be honest, while I still love this story, I have a lot of regrets about Love is not Soft and Fluffy. My first couple chapters were a bit choppy, and while I stand by not recounting whole PJO/HOO narrative when it would mostly stay the same, my way of summarizing what happened between scenes could use some improvement.

But it was a story I wanted to see. Percy being the one pining for Nico is something that intrigued me, and no one else was writing it without making it mutual pining. Nico's characterization in particular is one I'm very proud of, so I'm glad you liked it. He's strong, kind and compassionate, while also acidic and into morbid and sarcastic humor with a defeatist attitude. A true Knight in Sour Armor, if we use the TVTropes name, rather than just an emo tsundere.

Love is not Soft and Fluffy was a learning experience. It was my first chaptered Percico fic after I got back into writing, and I'm always excited when others tell me it was a story they enjoyed reading.

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talk to me about this firefighter au 👀

Haha that’s what my document for my multi-chapter fic Latch is called 😂 the first six chapters are already up in case you’re interested!

But to give you a quick snapshot of it, reader was saved by Firefighter Din from a fire that destroyed the bookstore she worked in. She found a new job at a coffee shop, and Din was so intrigued by her that he makes time to go see her there when he finds out she works there. Good ol’ fashion slow burn romance with lots of Din and human baby Grogu moments, and appearances from some of our favorite Star Wars characters in a modern setting! It’s a fic I’m extremely proud of so far 🥰

Thank you for asking, love!

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Donna, when you come home from eating at Olive Garden:

460 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

#4

Modern AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader (part 1?)

Not me getting another AU idea while I need to finish Phyto's Guide and wanting to expand on my Werewolf/Assistant!Reader story for Alcina 😭😭😭

(Please, don’t steal any of this.)

But anyway. . . here's Modern!AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader that I need to get out of my head and share:

Alcina Dimitrescu is the CEO/president/top dog of some sort of business (wine? real estate? record label? IDK I don't do business people), and has been so for the past decade or so.

She's a mixture of Miranda Presley (The Devil Wears Prada) and Cat Grant (Supergirl)-- some would say an absolute demon, others would say a big ole bitch, but there's no doubt she gets her job done and done right the first time. Very high standards, very efficient.

She's also 6'5"-- 6'9" in heels, which intimidates the fuck out of her insecure male coworkers all the time.

She also goes through assistants like bubblegum, not in the sexual sense, but in the incredibly demanding and near-impossible boss way. The longest someone has lasted with Alcina was five months. The shortest = 1 1/2 months. Her standards are that high. (As you can see I drew a lot from Cat Grant because I was in the Supergirl fandom for a while don't shame me)

She is also an incredibly devoted mother to her 3 daughters, aged 12 to 16 (ages pending) and she somehow balances work-life very well. And those who can look Alcina in the eye can tell her family means the world to her and it's likely the only time she genuinely smiles and laughs when her daughters are in the office or she tells a story about them.

Not that those in the office would know-- they don't meet her gaze lest they chance being turned to stone.

(There are also rumors she's related to Countess Elizabeth Báthory or even Vlad the Impaler himself, what with her Romanian ancestry)

Anyways, she has the world in her palms, uber-rich, super fucking hot, and could get anyone and anything with a flick of her wrist. Top of the line style. Heels and eyes that could slice. And yet, in desperate need of a competent assistant that'll last more than 3 months.

On the other hand, you are quite the opposite of Miss Alcina Dimitrescu: practicality over panache for fashion, rather wear pants and loafers than skirts and heels (more for efficiency and comfort than anything else), not really into flaunting what you got. You come from a simple background, never really had money, just enough that it kept food on the table-- especially when you had a falling out with your parents.

You’re frugal as well. Your clothes are at least two years old, you dare not to shop too much for yourself, as you’ve been insecure with money before because of your parent’s kicking you out. Your phone is too many years out of date. A small one bedroom apartment. You prefer glasses over contacts because contacts are too expensive and its cheaper to just wear glasses everyday.

And yet, you’re whip smart. Efficient, stubborn, and determined to boot if you have the resources. You managed to make your way through college despite your parents not helping and you managed to land a good jig as the assistant to Nepotism Junior, one where you can afford a good, single, albeit small apartment, and you have at least a comma to your name when it comes to savings.

But it’s hard-- especially when you’ve been doing Nepotism Junior’s job for over a year during the year and half stint at the company. Long arduous hours where you are not only doing your job but also his while he does god knows what. It keeps you busy yes, but it also keeps his grubby hands and prepubescent one-liners away from you. So you can’t complain that it is all that bad.

(There is other things that may bring Alcina and the Reader first together, but I don’t want to divulge it here) It comes to a head one day when some misadventures and drunkenness leaves Nepotism Junior down for the count for an important meeting with some head honchos at the company. So you stand before them, giving them a presentation on the work he’s (read: you’ve) been doing for the past month. And frankly, it is some of your best work.

There are little hiccups, mostly just reanswering questions that some old geezers missed the first time. And Alcina has been quiet, for the most part as well, only sounding when she wants you to clarify somethings in “Nepotism Junior’s” presentation.

Somehow you don’t turn to stone when you meet her gaze at the head of table. Somehow your voice doesn’t waver like it would normally do. You know what you’re talking about.

“Give Nepotism Junior our congratulations for his work and presentation. We have a feeling we’ll be moving forward with his proposal.” She says, eyes on you the whole time. You can’t help how your mouth twitches at it.

And they leave. You go back to your desk and continue with your work, while Junior sleeps off his hangover. And that’s that.

Until it isn’t.

Because next week, you’re suddenly transferred to the Alcina Dimitrescu’s floor and you’re now her assistant. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

To say you hit the ground running would be an understatement. It’s more like dropped in the middle of the ocean and expected to get to land miles way by a deadline, no boat or raft in sight.

The first week is hell. Week two and three is practically purgatory. And week four is back down to hell (you swear Miss Dimitrescu was testing you that week and expecting you to break under the strain, however, you’re fucking stubborn like a bull and won’t be pushed around by this entitled, snobbish, egotistical--)

The money is far better than before (like nearly double) and you actually do things in your job description (and then some). And you don’t have to deal with Nepotism Junior’s remarks and alcohol breath at 10am. So frankly, it’s a pretty damn good upgrade.

Week 5 is marginally better, things start to settle. Week 6 is when you begin to get Miss Dimitrescu’s temperament and routine predicted and you start to notice things you didn’t before.

She likes her coffee with two creams and one sugar one lighter days. One cream and no sugar on harder days. On Wednesdays she’s noticeably happier and more relaxed as you’ve learned that it’s her and her girls game night. Her brow creases in a particular way when she’s reading business jargon. It furrows in a different way when she has to read horrible drivel. She likes talking to herself through problems. She likes that you know what she’s talking about and sometimes bounces ideas off of you. When she likes your ideas she hums and follows up with it. If she doesn’t she sends you on a fetch quest.

Alcina Dimitrescu also has a horrible sweet tooth, especially when she’s stressed, and there’s a secret cabinet, you learned, where she keeps her stash. You walked in on her stuffing her face with chocolate one time and was nearly impaled with a fountain pen. (You make sure to keep it well stocked after that)

She’s a stern, but predictable woman. With moods you’re slowly starting to foresee even before 9:30am, before she’s half-way through her morning latte.

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462 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#3

There’s an abrupt clatter to the ground as a surge of something dark crashes into you, the journal falling abandoned on the ground. Pale hands slip out from between your bodies and come to clasp at your shoulders, digging into the material and muscle with determined strength. You stagger back as warmth blossoms as your bodies come together and Donna’s grip brings you downward and downward and downward. . .

Oh.

. . .

. . .

. . .

Oh.

The veil’s layered fabric crashes onto your lips and you gasp as you feel Donna beneath it. Her lips are pleasantly cool and oh so perfectly soft, even behind the cloth separating you. Despite the chasteness, a fervent fire ignites and radiates between where two of you meet, curling and spreading and utterly encompassing. She’s now a blaze you can’t control and have no care to. You’re being consumed. You’re being razed. Her breath is sweet, too sweet that it has your mind reeling and spiraling. Until thoughts slip away into blissful nothingness as she presses further in, sating all your worries and doubts.

The shock has you stiffen from her kiss.

Her kiss. Donna’s kiss.

Donna is kissing you.

-- Chapter 6, The Phytologist’s Guide to Falling in Love

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Thank you anna-sassi-art for bringing this scene to life! Absolutely wonderful work and I’m practically shaking with excitement to share this commission everyone. Agh! So ecstatic!

It was also so fun to brainstorm a description for the reader and honestly I think now have a crush on them. Oops.

822 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#2

Alcina: *takes a sip of Coke* *looks disappointed* *sighs* They just don’t make them like they used to…

Reader: “????? You mean with the actual cocaine?????”

Alcina: *visibly sheds a tear* yeah…..

1,092 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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The most unrealistic part of Stray is it’s an orange cat being Smart

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Last ego-trip post ! But I must say that I've never received so many praises and it's heart-warming ! And I owe it to @anastasia.revi my magician director who entrusted me with her vision, and the amazing character design by @santavalentina and @freakumbi "Costume designer Valentina Sanna has created (or at least sourced) a striking array of masks, which inject the dance, movement and fight sequences with a lingering sense of eeriness. In particular, a comic mime performed in that most romantic of settings, a Venetian gondola, finds an interesting way to laugh at the absurdity of love." (The Guardian) “Anastasia Revi has directed it for the greatest amount of fun” (Aline Waites) True to its tradition of innovativeness, with lively performances by the cast, delicious costuming (Valentina Sanna), adaptable set (Maira Vazeou) and comedic style, Exchange Theatre’s version of Moliere’s Dom Juan under the inspired direction of Revi, is clever, funny and well adapted for contemporary audiences. Comedy, tragedy, intrigue packed into a fast-moving 90 minutes. (UK Theatre Network) This show is a riot. From our first introduction to Sganarelle played joyously by David Furlong as he greets the audience with snuff and bonhomie, to the electrifying ending in which Dom Juan is so terribly torn from his life of vacuous excess. Go along for some good ole commedia dell’arte, masks and slapstick – and also if you’re of a growing persuasion that theatre often takes itself un peu too sérieux. This show doesn’t. Hell, sometimes these guys even perform it in French. It’s just a bit of good old fashioned fun. And a rather nice vicarious workout. Thank you, Director Anastasia Revi. If we gave out stars, we’d give it quite a few. (London at Large) (at The Vaults) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd0ZlVPIrSY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[redheadspark]

prompt request: one dropping hints about their feelings, the other one is completely oblivious

which i fully feel fits Druig really well with the whole oblivious thing going on 🤣 but it could also go the other way 💕

Awww sweet @basicrese, this is perfect! thank you dear :)

News Flash

Summary: Druig can be a bit oblivious, even as a mind controller and mind reader. Thank God for Kingo and Phastos for snapping him out of it.

Warnings: Just a good ol' fashion fluffy fluff!

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"You can't be that blind."

Druig looked up from his spot, seeing both Phastos and Kingo looking down at him with small looks of judgment and scold on their faces. Druig raised an eyebrow, closing the book in his hands while he was propped against the small awning in the Domo, his favorite spot to read and get away from his family. But in this case, the perfect spot for his family to find him.

"What are you talking about?" Durig asked the pair of them. Kingo rolled his eyes and Phastos huffed.

"You know that she likes you, right?" Phastos asked Druig, seeming a bit annoyed that the mind controller was not picking up on what he was speaking about. Druig paused, cocked his head at the inventor.

"Who?" Druig asked, still not picking up on the subtle clue. It was if on cue that you and Makkari glided into the room, arm and arm and giggling about something Makkari said to you with her nimble fingers. Druig saw you two, as well as Phastos and Kingo as you were laughing whole heatedly and throwing your head back in glee. For a brief moment, Druig almost fumbled his book in his hands for a moment as your laugh sounded like clear chimes on a crips morning, so heavenly to his ears. You paused, seeing the three men there and you waves.

"Hey guys!" You said, your voice light and filled with relaxation. Makkari waved too.

"Hey ladies!" Kingo said back with a wave of his hand. Phastos waved with a nod of his head, and yet Druig just shyly waved at you. He looked eyes with you, making you almost stumble a bit in your step with how his blue eyes were contrasting with your brown ones. You grinned at him, waving back neutrally at him as you kept walking with Makkari out of the room and out of site.

As soon as you were out of the room, the boys whipped back around and glared at Druig again, having Druig look at the pair of them with uneasiness.

"Are you kidding me?!" Kingo said in a snap at Druig, gesturing in the direction where you disappeared with Makkari, Phastos placing his hands on his hips as Druig looked in that area too, "She likes you, Druig! She really likes you!"

"How can the the psychic of the group not get the subtle hints she drops for you?" Phastos asked Druig sarcastically. Druig then sat up a bit, placed his book on the awning surface, and glared at them both.

"First of all, you know I hate it when you call me the 'Psychic', " He stated, then pausing for a quick moment, "And there hasn't been any subtle...hints."

"You're really thick," Kingo said in a low tone, Druig glaring at him as Kingo went on, "She's been dropping so any hints and passes to you the last couple of years. Everyone on the Domo, including Ajak mind you, can see it and yet you can't!" "What hints?" Durig asked, sitting up a bit more and now intrigued with the notion of your trying to make a small move on him.

"For one, she knows your favorites snacks and sneaks them to you during our meetings," Phastos explained, "Clearly she knows you get hangry when you haven't eaten in some time,"

"She was being nice," Druig reasoned.

"How about the times when you got hurt when a Deviant fight," Kingo butted him, Druig's head snapping over to Kingo, "She would get to you and help you before Ajak could. She made sure no one else got close to you, even snapping at Ikaris that one time in Babylonia when he was going to pull you up with your busted arm,"

Druig remembered that day clearly in his mind: his arm coming out of his socket when he was fending off a Deviant from a cluster of humans. You moved in swiftly, killing the Deviant instantly and then tending to Druig. Ikaris thought the wound was minimal, you telling him to back down as soon as he was about to grab Druig's arm. Druig saw anger in your eyes in that split moment: anger and protectiveness.

"She was protecting me," Druig once again reasoned. Kingo and Phastos looked at each other, shocked that Druig was still oblivious to what they were trying to tell him. Phastos then reached over to his arm, shoving his wrist to be seen and the black beaded bracelet hung there on his gangly wrist.

"Hey!" Druig snapped, pulling his arm back as Phastos pointed to the bracelet.

"She made you that for you herself!"He explained, Druig pausing as he looked at Phastos with wide eyes, "Do you not remember when she gave that to you, after that falling out you had with Ajak 20 years back?!"

That night was rough on Druig. He was crying from yelling at Ajak, getting in a argument with her over not being able to help the humans from murdering one another. It pained Druig so bad to the point of feeling so alone. He stormed off to his room, crying openly and silently and feeling useless in not stopping the pain and the torment that humans gave to one another. But when Druig calmed down a bit, you slipped in with sadness in your eyes too. You hated seeing Druig so broken and defeated, sitting on bed with him and letting him cry on your shoulder.

You said nothing but had him unleash that pain next you, then placing that very bracelet in the palm of his hand. Druig looked down, pushing away from of the tears as he stared at the black beaded bracelet with a hint of fondness. He never got a gift from one of the other Eternals before, not as personal as this. You made it yourself, thinking that it would give him some sense of peace. In a split moment, Druig felt some love from you.

Druig never took it off, not once.

Druig blinked few times, looking at the bracelet and having the pieces all clicked together in his mind. You would gravitate to him all the time and he would let you, he would come to you as well when he needed your company. Your presence was a essential comfort for him when things got heavy or tough, and Druig did feel lighter when your hands brushed or your eyes locked.

Did the others know? How did they know before Druig.

"Son of a bitch," Druig said abruptly, flying up from his spot and his book falling to the ground. Before Kingo and Phastos could react, Druig moved out of the room and in the direction to where you and Makkari walked.

"Finally. Took him forever," Druig heard Kingo say in a snort as Druig sped walked down the hallway. Druig had to find you, he was on a mission to do so. How could be so oblivious all this time, with all those moments you both had together in the past? Those hints you gave him were subtle, not even big enough for him to see. But they were there, and now that Druig was realizing it, he had to make sure you knew he saw it too.

Finally, he heard you in your room, moving a bit faster now and stopping right at your door. He felt like his heart was slamming against his chest in a rapid pace, and he felt the beads on his wrist jingling as his hands were almost shaking. He was never one to be afraid to expose his feelings, not ever.

Not until now.

He tapped his knuckles against the door.

"Come in," you said on the other side. Druig opened the door and poked head in, seeing that you were folding some blankets on the top of your bed. Druig gave you a soft smile, seeing you grin widely at him as you stood up completely.

"Hey!" You hummed, walking over to where he was and around your bed, "Everything good?"

"Oh, yes," Druig replied, almost in a stammer as you peered at him, "I was...actually I wanted to see if you wanted...to go on a walk after dinner tonight. Just the two of us,"

Druig saw the warmth almost bursting though your eyes and in your smile. It made his own heart feel like it was going in somersaults, seeing the happiness on your face as you grinned widely and with no hesitance. Druig knew then that he could no longer be oblivious to you, not anymore. Not to you when you looked beautiful and breathtaking.

"I would love to," You replied, Druig grinning in return

The End.

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