#i am going to look at this in the morning and say why did i post this but i seriously have felt so weighted down all day and just

[delirious-donna]

The Surprise [Higuruma Hiromi]

an: it’s 2am and here I am posting this smut-filled fic because I can’t sleep and I can’t stop thinking about this man. p.s. requests are open for Higuruma specifically so drop me an ask if you wanna give me some ideas for everyone’s favourite lawyer!

pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x female reader

warnings: lingerie, pussy drunk Hiromi (it’s canon don’t fight me), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it folks) and other goodies

Masterlist

“Will that be everything for you today?” The cheery assistant asked offering a genuine smile whilst they rang through your purchases and packed them carefully into a neat little box.

Your stomach fluttered with the thought of what might transpire this coming weekend, a long-planned weekend that couldn’t arrive quick enough. The delicate tissue paper wrapped around the items inside the box before the assistant closed it over, tied a ribbon securely and placed it in a paper bag.

“Yes, that’s it. Thank you for your help earlier, I appreciate it!”

With a bounce in your step and a sizeable dent in your bank balance, you exited the boutique store to daydream about your husband’s reaction to your little splurge. Neither of you were accustomed to dropping large sums of money so randomly, both believing that an air of caution and frugality would see you through any potential storms on the horizon, but you had walked past this store so many times and finally been tempted into their den of sinful delights.

Inclusive-sized mannequins displayed a range of differently styled lingerie, from demure bridal wear to raunchy strips of leather and wide mesh that would leave very little to the imagination. At first, you were convinced it would only be window shopping, however, when you spied an elegant-looking black bodysuit that seemed like it would hold all your bits in without compromising the sex appeal element, it was game over.

Once you were interested, the friendly young assistant swooped in and soon you were trying it on in the fancy dressing room. The lighting was complimenting rather than garishly fluorescent, and the lull of soft, sensual music added to the overall experience, one you were rather enjoying. The strapless bodysuit hugged your curves and accentuated your décolletage nicely. Clearly, it was designed by scientists to support your breasts without cumbersome straps, and you silently praised their ingenuity. Paired with crotchless fishnet tights that you could secure beneath the suit—a suggestion from your enthusiastic little helper—you knew that Hiromi would likely lose his mind and you couldn’t wait.

Your poor, overworked and perpetually exhausted husband had been burning the candle at both ends for the past nearly four months, neck deep in a case that if he were to win would be a monumental victory in his career. In support, you packed him off every morning with a full lunch consisting of his favourite foods, mostly to encourage him to actually eat instead of consuming mug after mug of rancid instant coffee. In your evenings, you helped him go over witness testimonies, read over his arguments for clarity, and did everything you could to lighten his load around the house. It wouldn’t be a permanent arrangement, you both knew that, and to say he appreciated your support was an understatement.

That’s why when he told you that it was all drawing to a conclusion and that he was cautiously optimistic it would end in his favour, you revelled in that knowledge. Whether it did come to fruition or not, his weekend would be free, and he promised to spend some real quality time with you without the cloud of looming work. There was nothing more he could do, no more past cases he could study and the thought of basking in his undivided attention warmed your heart and soul.

With two days remaining before your scheduled weekend plans to do absolutely nothing but relax and unwind in each other’s presence, you again peeked at the box you’d tucked into your side of the wardrobe, away from prying eyes. Maybe it was a bout of nerves, a moment of body consciousness, that made you pull your surprise out to examine the contents. Whatever it was, you worried your bottom lip once the intimate outfit was laid out on the bedspread.

“What was I thinking… this is too much,” you quietly scolded yourself.

Flopping beside the expensive scraps of fabric, you brushed a palm down your face and reminded yourself that you looked fucking divine in the changing room of the boutique, so why would it be any different now? More so, you knew deep in your heart that Hiromi adored you and thought you were a goddess, one he claimed he didn’t deserve.

A few moments later, you stood in front of the mirrored wardrobe to scrutinise your reflection. Your eyes narrowed as you tugged the sweetheart cups into place and felt the soft squish of your breast jiggle inside. Turning to the side, a hand ran the length of your torso with a grin unfurling at the tight hug of the sheer-panelled fabric. Damn, your backside looked real good from this angle. But maybe the fishnets were too much, you mused, turning this way and that.

You ran your fingers through your hair, wondering if you should try to style it, maybe give it some more volume and texture. It was at that moment, whilst making kissy faces at your reflection with your hands scrunching handfuls of your hair and up on your tippy toes to extend the length of your legs, that the bedroom door opened, and you froze like a deer in headlights.

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Higuruma Hiromi was on cloud nine. Not only had he won a career-defining case against all the odds, but the judge had also taken less time to deliberate than anyone expected they would. After a hearty swig of celebratory champagne drank from crappy paper cups with his partner and their secretaries, he was on the first train home to truly celebrate with the only person that mattered—you.

What he didn’t expect to find when he entered the house as stealthily as he could manage was the vision of you standing in the middle of the bedroom looking like one of the pin-up models from the magazines he would hide under his mattress as a young man.

Like a slightly tipsy house cat, he tiptoed his way through the rooms, listening for signs of you and driving straight towards the bedroom to surprise you with his unannounced return. The door bounced open on its hinges and he stood, shell-shocked for a moment before it turned to white-hot appreciation.

You looked beautiful, stunning, breathtaking even. There weren’t enough colourful adjectives for how he felt about you at any given time, but right now, modelling a black bodysuit that hugged both your butt and your breasts, he was entirely dumbstruck. Hiromi didn’t know where to look, or whether you’d rather he look away given your strangled yelp of surprise at his sudden appearance. You made no effort to cover yourself or shove him out the door, no, you both faced one another as if neither of you knew what to do or say.

His eyes continued to betray him, slowly caressing the length of your figure and finding new things to appreciate; the sweetheart cups, the gauzy panels that allowed him glimpses of your skin beneath, and not to mention the fishnet tights. He hadn’t seen you wear anything like those since your dating years, and he had forgotten how much he missed them, or how many he had ruined by ripping through the gusset in his haste.

“What are you doing home?” You glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and back to your husband, heat filling your face but something else followed on the tails of your embarrassment, something more pleasant.

Hiromi ran this thumb over his mouth, gaze pointedly fixed on your chest, and you cleared your throat with emphasis until he finally met your eye and the arch of your eyebrow. Already his neck looked red, like a rash had spread from below the collar of his shirt and travelled towards his jaw. If you could describe a person as having hearts for eyes, it would be one Higuruma Hiromi and you adored him for his open adoration.

“We… I won,” he managed weakly, smiling as if coming out of a daze and you blinked for a moment while processing the words.

“You won?”

He chuckled. “I won.”

A wealth of emotions passed over your face until you ended with ecstatic pride, tears near pricking your eyes as you launched yourself into his arms and peppered his cheeks and nose with enough kisses to make him blush more furiously. His hands settled on your hips, his touch more hesitant than you would expect given the circumstances and you pulled back to give him a questioning look.

“What’s wrong? I thought you’d be more excited than this.”

“Darling…” he started, skimming his fingertips up and down your sides before rounding to your full backside and squeezing as he spoke. “What’s this?”

In your joy, you had forgotten that Hiromi had walked in on you wearing the lingerie that was meant to be for this weekend and meant to be a surprise. You guessed it still had been, although not the one you planned. “Oh, just a little something to show my hardworking man that I love and adore him. Nothing much.”

“Nothing much…” he repeated in a disbelieving whisper. A finger ran the length of your spine, from the top of your backside to near the base of your skull, dragging it slowly and watching you shudder beneath his deliberate touch. Your shoulder blades shifted, pushing your chest out further and into his, which earned you a groan of appreciation.

“I wouldn’t call this nothing much. You look like a wet dream come to life.”

He walked you backwards, the scent of champagne hot on his breath and your stomach curled into a mass of twisted anticipation—heavy in the depths of your belly. Your thighs crashed into the edge of the bed and Hiromi used your moment of imbalance to shove you atop, quickly shucking out of his jacket and crawling over you.

“Hiromi,” you squeaked between peals of laughter. The man in question only hummed in response, his hooded eyes heavy with nothing that spoke of fatigue. The whisky colour of his eyes appeared blown almost completely black by the dilation of his pupils, and he licked over his lips in what looked like anticipation of a hearty meal.

That meal was you…

Any protest you might have offered died in your throat when he claimed your mouth like a man possessed. His tongue curled over your teeth, pushing the memory of champagne into the space he dominated and greedily swallowing your answering moan. His forearms bracketed your head, keeping you caged and unable to run from him, not that you had any desire to, not when you could feel the press of his cock thickening against your lower half.

Loosening the knot of his tie with one finger, you took the moment to grab fistfuls of the shirt at his back, tugging the tails out of his trousers and sliding your palms beneath the starched surface to scratch along his spine. Hiromi shuddered, the disconnect of your lips an audible pop that left a web of saliva between you, only breaking with a quick swipe of your pink tongue.

“I don’t even have my make-up or hair done, you beast!” The half-hearted protest fell on deaf ears, or so you thought when his mouth moved to your neck and down to your collarbone, sucking little blooming lovebites on his journey. When he reached the abundant swell of your breasts, he glanced up whilst his tongue pathed across the top of your left breast, dipping into the valley between and then resuming the path over the right.

“You think I need face paint or styled hair to love you more? Fuck, sweetheart… I nearly came in my briefs the minute I opened the door.” The length of his aquiline nose nudged between your breasts, nuzzling the soft mounds like a cat warming by the fire. Carding your fingers through his hair, you wriggled beneath him and let out a breathy sigh, the weight and conviction of his love settling over you in perfect comfort. There would be no more argument from you, and Hiromi won for the second time that day.

With methodical slowness he kissed his way down your body, stopping to lave the sheer panels at either side of your abdomen and forcing you to arch from the warm sensation of his eager tongue. You’d barely managed to get his shirt off his shoulders before he was exploring you like this was his first time with your body. The white button-up hung down his back, sleeves caught by his elbows, and he made no move to strip it off much to your annoyance.

He stopped abruptly when he reached your pelvic mound, chin resting there whilst his fingers trailed the arch of your foot, up the inside of your calf and tickled behind your knee. “Stop that, mister!” You scolded with laughter threatening to bubble out.

“Spread ‘em and I will,” he challenged with a smirk.

The space between your freshly parted thighs became his home, an arm wound around your hip pawing at the fat of your thigh and the line where it met your arse, eliciting shivers that rippled over your skin like a calm lake disturbed by a skimming stone. He fingered the two snaps that kept the bodysuit in place, stroking firmly over your clothed cunt and pushing the barrier deeper until it started to feel sticky from your arousal. Looking all too smug, he freed the snaps with a grunt of satisfaction, sure that his next step would be to rip through the gusset of your raunchy fishnets so he could taste you. That moment never came.

You felt the vibration shudder through your husband, his head falling forward to obscure what you could see of his face, and you rocked your hips back and forth in invitation. The cool air of the room contrasted by the hot fan of his breath on your slit made you clench around a disappointing nothing, frowning at his sudden pause.

For a long moment, there was only silence. When he looked up, his expression nearly stole your breath. Thick black eyebrows pinched together, visible strain around his drooped eyes and a throaty whine made your pussy flutter with need. This was the Hiromi that only came out to play every now and again. The one who would wring you like a wet dish towel for just one more orgasm, one more mouthful of your hot nectar.

“Crotchless, really?” he murmured, dragging a finger across your puffy folds where the thin membrane of the tights should have resided and you nearly jolted upwards to the ceiling, having forgotten that little fact in the heat of the moment.

Cupping his cheek in your palm, you gave a cheeky wink. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about all the pairs of tights you’ve ruined over the years. These were just a… precaution.” Hiromi groaned, thrusting his face into your pussy without warning. The flat of his tongue ran the length of you, making you perfectly slippery in mere seconds, only for the tip of the wet muscle to fuck into your entrance immediately.

“Oh, fuck… Hiro!”

You yanked great tufts of his hair to no avail; he was lost to eating you out like a man starved. The prominent slope of his nose slid back and forth across your bundle of nerves, and it lit up your insides like the continuous explosion of miniature firecrackers.

Whining from his sudden onslaught, you tried to run by easing up the bed, but your attempts were shot down in flames by sharp insistent tugs of your hips. Hiromi was enthusiastic at the best of times when it came to going down on you, but it was nothing compared to right now. The wet squelching sucks of his lips and tongue flooded the bedroom, only being accompanied by your decadent moans and panting breaths as you tried not to lose your sanity entirely.

Hiromi was lost in you; the scent of your favourite body wash, the taste of your arousal when it trickled from your core mixed with the slight salt of your skin, the plush silk of your thighs beneath his prodding fingertips and the unrestrained noises that caressed his ears.

He almost missed your orgasm so clouded was his mind in the quest to turn you into a puddle of liquid goo for only his consumption. The wave of it crested through the length of your body, vibrating every limb and twitching each nerve ending. Your spine arched from the unmade sheets, the hand coiled tight in Hiromi’s hair spasming and tugging without even meaning to and that’s when he noticed. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his lips around your pulsing clit and sucked it deeper into his mouth.

Stars winked into your vision at being thrust from one orgasm directly into another so violently. Your pussy fluttered ceaselessly, a craving deep in your gut to be filled at all costs, yet right now all you could do was hold on for dear life whilst you bucked and rutted against your husband’s face, wetting it thoroughly. He nosed at your quaking thigh, sharp incisors nipping your yielding flesh until you yelped and tried to close your legs without success.

You became aware of movement, the absence of shoulders beneath your thighs and you blinked to find a desperate predator stripping off his clothes whilst prowling back and forth at the foot of the bed. Hiromi grasped his cock, tugging it down to the base to spread the leaked precum that continued to dribble from his cockhead. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he had already cum, but he was always the excitable type who would leak and leak until you did something about it, usually opting to take him down your throat until he convulsed and spilt everything he had to offer.

Your hand trailed lower down your body, fingers playing in the spit-soaked mess he’d left behind in his hurry to stand and strip. Hiromi whined; head cocked to the side as he watched you play idly with your puffy lips flooded with the surge of blood and circling your pert little pearl. He fucked his fist harder, the other hand rolling his heavy balls until his stomach sucked in and your nostrils flared in warning.

“C’mere mister lawyer, I don’t want you wasting your orgasm when it could be filling me nicely.”

How quickly the tables could turn. One minute he was the predator, pawing and demanding, taking what he wanted without question, and the next he was the prey. Trapped on his back with cheeks a ruddy hue and eyes that begged for clemency. Your much small hand encased his dick, twisting your palm on each upward stroke while you straddled him and rocked yourself against the balls he’d just been palming.

His hands shook with restraint as they reached for your breasts, filling his broad palms and massaging them until you dipped low to claim his lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, in his mouth and the sensation empowered you, fucking his throbbing cock through your folds until he twitched and whimpered some more.

“Please… fuck. Need to be inside. Might not last. God, you’re so fucking sexy. Don’t deserve you.” Hiromi babbled every syllable, sounding drunk when there was little to no alcohol left in his system.

His fingertips dipped inside the cups of your bodysuit, tweaking at your nipples and you indulged his silent request by allowing him to fold the cups down and let the spill of your tits fill his face. With renewed vigour and enthusiasm, he mouthed at you and ran his tongue in circles around your nipples one at a time.

You keened at the familiar sensation, swept away by a current of pure indulgence when he moved to suckle you. It was the perfect moment to strike, with Hiromi distracted in flicking his tongue over and over, round and round your swollen bud, you guided him to notch at your entrance and slowly sank onto his needy dick. He grunted; his grip tightening on your waist, but he refused to come up for air, continuing to nudge his nose into your breast, lips pulling the nipple taut until he finally released with a gasp.

“Fuck, I love you. I love you more than I can express.”

Hiromi worshipped you with his gaze, eyes full of devotion and unbridled passion whilst you rode him steadily. The sticky pap pap pap of your pelvis meeting his was the soundtrack to your lovemaking, because beneath the sexy lingerie and the ideas you had planned for the weekend, that’s what this was and always would be. You knew he didn’t need the extra faff to love you with his whole heart. You knew that he was aroused by you simply walking through the kitchen in a pair of his boxers.

You knew he loved you for you.

His dappled cheeks darkened further, the furrow of his brow telling of how he was trying to stave off his release, but you wanted him as undone as you had been, and you would not be denied. Leaning forward, your palms found purchase on his shoulders, breasts bouncing freely in time with your hips, and you squeezed around his shaft until the vein in his temple popped and he let out a guttural groan.

Hiromi grabbed around your middle, flipping you up and over so that he could thrust himself into overstimulation without hindrance. Pressing your thighs to your chest, you heard the telltale rip and knew that another pair of tights had fallen victim to Higuruma Hiromi despite your best efforts to keep them safe. His swollen cock pumped thick spurts of his milky cum against your cervix, filling you to the brim yet continuing to sloppily thrust in and out.

“-cum again… gotta—fuckkk. You’re so tight,” he bit through the words, fighting the steady burn of overstimulation to see you orgasm for the third time and you were close. A glob of spit landed against your clit, thick fingers shaking from exertion rubbing the frothy mess into you with insistent motions. He was a man possessed, falling apart for him was as easy as drawing breath and he caught you on your free fall.

You chanted his name in some semblance of a prayer, thrashing and clawing at anything you could reach until you milked him again and he lost the ability to hold himself up. Hiromi fell atop you, his face pressed into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, hot shuddering moans stifled by his mouth on your neck while he weakly tried to bear some of his weight onto an arm.

“Stop squirming, you’re not that heavy, Hiro,” you teased with a light slap against his back.

Once you could both speak without sounding winded, you combed your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, moving the strands that stuck to his forehead away until you could trace his eyebrows, his jaw, and the bridge of his nose. “Y’know… you ripped my tights—again.”

Hiromi chuckled, rubbing his cheek against your chest. “I did, and I’d do it again. Maybe give them a miss if we do this again, hm?”

“You liked the surprise then?”

“I already told you that I did, not that I needed it. All I ever need is you.”

It was your turn to chuckle, booping the tip of his nose. “Maybe when I show you the receipt, you’ll change your tune.”

“… sweetheart. How much did it cost? Don’t roll away, missy! Answer my question. Hey. Hey! You have to answer the lawyer when they ask a question.”

#delirious writes #higuruma hiromi #higuruma x reader #higuruma smut #jjk higuruma #hiromi x reader #hiromi smut #higuruma hiromi x reader #higuruma hiromi smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader

[tnt-kokoo]

Cats of Germany

paring: Alexis Ness × fem!reader

summary: You're went to visit Germany and came across a cat. After days and days of petting and playing with it, you realize it belongs to someone else.

warnings: kinda rushed, and a 'fast going' development between you two

Walking out of the airport you pulled your baggage behind you. You promised yourself that you'd completely relax in the next two weeks of vacation that you had. A friend of yours told you to visit Bavaria since the 'country side' has lots of pretty places to relax.

After half an hour of driving with a taxi, you get out and walk into your hotel and check in. The usual stuff. Walking into your hotel room you could kneel down infront of your friends for suggesting you this hotel and even this place. It all felt so comfortable and quiet.

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The next morning you made it your mission to find a place to eat. On your way you passed a rather lonely but still really pretty place with a little path. As you walked down the path, you suddenly got confused on what noises that were. It sounded like someone was walking in the grass but the footsteps weren't loud, plus what made you wonder was, were was this coming from? You didn't see anything?

Suddenly a small creature jumped out infront of you from the grass. It was a cute cat!! Crouching down to pet the small feline, you could feel it pushing its head closer into your hand and purring loud and comfortable. It only made you laugh. You could stay there all day petting the cute cat, but sadly your stomach wouldn't let you as you suddenly felt extremely hungry.

Excusing yourself from the cat (as if the cat could understand you), you made your way further down the path until,

you realized the cat has been following you.

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A week of your vacation has passed as you made your way (again) the same path as the whole week just to hope to get a glimpse of your new furry friend. You honestly were happy to have met it, since it's been like a navigator for you, (even if you could never choose your destination), the cat always made you follow it to end up in some really nice places. Either a good restaurant, or some pretty part of the 'country side' or just simply a tree.

But today was different.

The feline bought you to a normal looking house? But why? Did it live here? Or was it just a random destination?

You couldn't help but ask yourself these questions as you started to feel rather sad when thinking about leaving it before your vacation is over.

You crouched down to pick up the cat as suddenly the door infront of you opened and a male figure stood infront of you. Standing up with the cat in your arms, you could recognize the guy, it was Alexis Ness. A famous player for 'Bastard München'.

"Uhm..."

He seemed to noticed the cat you held and got extremely happy, "DANKE DANKE DANKE," he began as you stared at him in confusion considering you didn't speak German "Du hast meine Katze gefunden!! Wo war sie?? Ich schwör ich habe sie überall gesucht?!" You deadpanned at him until he blinked and realized you didn't speak German. "Sorry, I am just so thankful that you've found my cat! Where was she??" He then said with a thick German accent.

"She was on some pathway. And no problem.." Your voice went quieter when you understood that this probably means saying goodbye to your new friend.

The cat jumped down from your arms and circled around Ness. The boy was about to close his door as the cat meowed pretty loudly to show discomfort. The cat went out through the little still opened gap through the door towards you as a sign to have you follow it again. Both you and the boy understood that the cat wanted you to come in. And so, Ness asked you "Möchtest du- Sorry, do you want to come in?"

"Sure I guess?" You laughed as you felt a bit nervous.

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'She's so beautiful..' he thought as you sat down on his couch. His own cat seemed to like you very much which was honestly a surprise him since the cat doesn't even like Kaiser.

But nevertheless to say, he was amazed by you. You managed to convince him that (hair/color) was the prettiest from all and that your eyes were more comforting than the bed when you need to wake up. He loved the way you laughed at jokes and he especially loved that both of you were into the same movie genre. So now, that both of you discovered that you have the same movie taste, you decided to put on a movie and let the movie characters say their lines.

About an hour later the sun went down and you seemed to be deep asleep. You would have found it embarrassing if Ness saw you asleep, in his house, after knowing eachother for not even a whole day. But considering he was asleep too, you couldn't care less. His head was on yours as you faced him and leaned into him. The cat was also fast asleep beside you.

From outside, people would think of you two as a cute couple, maybe, just maybe both of you wanted it to be true.

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ᯓᝰ @peekaboo1127 So I REALLY hope you'll like it bc it's rushed but if not, you can always tell me what you want exactly so I can write to your own liking‼️

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[harrywavycurly]

What You Deserve Part 7.2: Up Late

Masterlist: Here

CW: Drunk ex, mentions of past toxic situations, suggestion of past violent behavior from ex bf

Tag List: @littlered0000 @saramelaniemoon @ali-r3n @sapphire4082 @sweetmoonlove0214 @eddies-girl-22 @darknesseddiem @peaches-roses-sins @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @daisy-munson @cultish-corner @mrsjellymunson @aol19 @micheledawn1975 @2000babies @marshmallowgem @ang3lc @angelina16torres-blog @transparentenemypenguin @alilstressyandlotdepressy

A/N: I know we all want Eddie to come in and kick some ass but remember all Eddie cares about in this moment is making sure you’re okay, so enjoy✨

“Hey sweetheart…I’m surprised you’re up this late on a work night.” “Yeah…uhm I-” “Are you okay?” “Uh yes? Kinda…but I’m-” “where are you? What’s that noise in the background? Is that…is that…someone shouting….your name?” “Yes that’s uhm..god this is so embarrassing I usually call Steven when…he does this…but he’s like half an hour away and he told me to call you and now…now-” “hey…it’s just me okay? Don’t be embarrassed…just tell me what’s going on.” “William..he’s my uhm…he’s my ex boyfriend and he…he gets drunk and…and he shows up here…and bangs on my door or…or one time he uh broke my uhm…my living room window and he yells for me…and he’s…uhm here.” “I’m on my way…where are you right now?” “I locked myself in my bedroom.” “Good stay there okay?” “Don’t hang up…please don’t hang up…” “I’m right here…just keep talking to me okay? What did you do today?” “I uhm…I painted my nails…I switched shifts with Robin so I could…uh be off Saturday morning.” “That’s nice baby what color did you do your nails?” “Pink…oh no..I think…he’s kicking the door now…what if…what if he gets in…” “he’s not going to get in sweetheart.” “He…he did this when we were together and…and he got in…and god he was so mad…so mad at me and…and I don’t want…what happened…that night...to happen again.” “Listen to me…he is not getting into your house…I won’t let him.” “Are you almost here?” “Yes I’m just about to be on your street…just a few more minutes okay?” “Don’t…don’t hurt him…please.” “I’ll do my best but I’m not making any promises.” “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry-” “Don’t apologize sweetheart…this isn’t your fault…and I will always come if you need me no matter how far away I am I will always find a way to get to you okay?” “God…of course you’d say something like that.” “I can’t help it…it’s the truth.” “This is just a lot and we just met and…and I’m just a mess Eddie and you…you shouldn’t have to see me like this.” “Don’t cry baby…please don’t cry I’m on your street and I’ll be there in less than two minutes okay? Start packing a bag for me can you do that?” “Yes…I…I can do that.” “Okay good…you’ll stay with me tonight…I just got into your driveway so I’m going to hang up okay? Is that okay?” “That’s…that’s okay…yeah you can hang up.” “One more thing…don’t look out your bedroom window please.” “Why? You…said you wouldn’t hurt him…” “I said I’d do my best but just in case please don’t look…go pack your bag sweetheart and I’ll see you in a minute.” “Okay…see you in a minute.”

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Request: Velvet, Eleanor, and Magilou with a shy S/O who is trying to hide the hickeys their girl friend gave them.

(Tales of Berseria) Velvet, Eleanor, and Magilou's S/O trying to hide their hickeys

Gotta say for all three of them, ow.

Velvet's S/O struggles to look at her directly, one hand gently rubbing their neck.

Velvet has a smug grin as she crosses her arms.

(Velvet) "I think that looks good on you, personally."

(S/O) "I-It's really obvious where they are!"

(Velvet) "I'm pretty sure that's the whole point of a hickey. Besides showing you're mine anyway-"

Honestly, she doesn't really care what anyone thought about the marks. And seeing S/O get this flustered over them was pretty amusing.

But there was one problem with her carefree attitude about it.

(Laphicet) "S/O? What happened to your neck?"

(S/O) "O-Oh! Well, t-that's!-"

(Eizen) "Why are you that flustered about-...Oh."

Eizen sighs, making Eleanor walk over to the group and realize what happened.

(Eleanor) "Oh my-VELVET!"

She gives Eleanor a glance, raising an eyebrow.

(Velvet) "What?"

(Eleanor) "It's...just so indecent! Why did you-"

(Laphicet) "Did Velvet do something to S/O?"

(Eizen) "No boy, don't ask questions about it. You'll learn when you're older."

(Laphicet) "...Huh?"

S/O had their face buried in their hands, making Laphicet even more confused.

Eleanor crossed her arms and looked extremely disgusted.

(Eleanor) "I cannot believe you two would-"

(Velvet) "S/O, go wash those marks off your neck. And Laphicet, it was from bug bites."

(Laphicet) "What kind of bug would...?-"

(Eizen) "One you shouldn't ask about. Here, let's ask Rokurou about it, and leave the ladies at...this."

Eizen quickly rushed away Laphicet from S/O, Velvet, and Eleanor.

(S/O) "I want to die..."

(Eleanor) "Well...at least wear a scarf!"

(Velvet) sigh "Pride still intact, S/O?"

(S/O) "No..."

Eleanor may have...gotten carried away in the moment.

Truthfully, if she had hickeys on herself, she would absolutely panic.

So to see that she had caused very noticeable ones on S/O's neck and shoulders.

(Eleanor) "...Oh my-..."

Eleanor and S/O struggle to look each other in the eye, both blushing a scarlet red.

(Eleanor) "I am so sorry...L-Let me find you something to cover it up! Or at least some makeup!"

Despite her best efforts, it is extremely noticeable.

(Rokurou) "Hey, S/O? Think ya got something on your neck."

(S/O) "D-D-Do I?!"

(Rokurou) "Yeah, looks like bite ma-...Oh."

Velvet turns around to both Eleanor and S/O, noticing both their expressions.

(Velvet) "Should've just let that lie, Rokurou."

(Rokurou) "Yeeaaaah, didn't realize till it was too late. But hey, didn't think you had it in ya, Eleanor!"

Eleanor facepalmed and swore under her breath, making S/O stare at the ground even harder.

(Velvet) "It's becoming our business when we can hear you two clear as day."

(S/O & Eleanor) "WHAT?!"

(Rokurou) "They're already dead, Velvet. No need to drive the dagger further."

Magilou did that shit on purpose.

Sure, there were other ways of saying that S/O and Magilou were a couple.

But those ways are a lot less interesting and hot.

And Magilou bit hard.

(S/O) "M-Magilou, I'm covered in bites!"

(Magilou) "That you are. And?"

(S/O) "AND?! I CAN'T GO OUT LIKE THIS!"

(Magilou) "Sure ya can! Here, let's go show the others right now!"

(S/O) "N-NO NO NO! WAIT-"

Magilou does not help with S/O's flustered reactions at all, in fact she made it worse.

The first people to see them was Velvet and Eleanor.

(Eleanor) "Good morn-..."

Eleanor's voice was caught in her throat as her eyes widened, looking at S/O's neck.

(Velvet) "...I'm even more glad I had my room far away from you two."

(Magilou) "Come now, you should be rejoicing at the healthy love blossoming between your two companions!"

Both Eleanor and Velvet's glance turned to S/O, who was on the floor, arms in their knees, and face in hands.

Accompanied by a noise that either sounded like a whine of agony, muffled screaming, or a mixture of both.

Then, the two looked back to Magilou.

(Eleanor) "Ugh, too much information."

(Velvet) "Doubt she really cares about that."

(Magilou) "I don't!~"

#tales of berseria x reader #tales of berseria imagines #tales of berseria headcanons #velvet crowe x reader #eleanor hume x reader #magilou mayvin x reader #velvet crowe #eleanor hume #magilou mayvin

[gojos-fr-bae]

Okay

Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff. Cussing. Shouting. Levi is kinda ooc ig, not proofread

Word Count: 821

A/N: YOH, this was kinda draining to write. idk why but recently I've not been feeling my writing, I still hope you enjoy

(Requests open)

It had been almost an entire month since Levi did so much as speak to you. He had been cooped up in his office doing God knows what and you couldn’t help but feel neglected. Everytime you would bring for him a meal or cup of tea he wouldn’t even bother to look up from his work and you were sick of it.

“Levi, honey please, take even a small break.” you said in worry. No response.

“Levi, please stop ignoring me. I’m worried about you. You barely eat, you haven’t been sleeping and you’ve been completely ignoring me. Enough is enough.”

He was starting to get annoyed. Why couldn’t you just leave him be?

“Please Y/N, let me just do my work, you're only distracting me.” he said coldly, not looking up from whatever it was he was doing.

“Sweety, this isn’t healthy, It wouldn’t hurt to even take one break.”

“Y/N I beg of you-”

“No Levi, I’m not going to take no for an answer”

“Y/N ju-”

“No, I won’t allow you to sit here and watch you push yourself to the edge!”

“Stop interrup-”

“Levi I’m just trying to care for you and you but-”

“OH FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, SHUT UP YOU INSOLENT BITCH!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, standing up and slamming his hands down on the table.

“I AM TRYING TO DO MY JOB! THE JOB THAT ALLOWS YOU TO LIVE SO COMFORTABLY!  SO PLEASE JUST DO ME AND FAVOUR AND ALLOW ME TO DO MY WORK IN PEACE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I’LL REGRET. I ALREADY REGRET YOU, IS THAT NOT ENOUGH?!?!”

Regret.

He regrets you huh? Well that fucking stings.

You could tell from his face that what he said just dawned on him and he was beginning to regret it. But then again, he also regrets you so what does it matter?

You stormed out of his office and made a beeline to your room. The one you shared with Levi in which you shared so many fond memories with. You no longer cared though, rushing to your bed and burying yourself in your blanket before releasing the floodgates. And so you cried, and cried and cried. 

Completely and utterly helpless.

***

He fucked up. He completely and undoubtedly fucked up. He knew that, and he was freaking out. But, rather than going after you and risking snapping at you. He just sat back down and went back to burying himself neck deep in his work, trying to block out the negative thoughts running rampant through his mind. But he couldn’t push the thoughts away forever. He was going crazy thinking about what happened and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He rushed off to your shared room and took a few calming breaths before entering. He made his way to your bedroom (ik I called it a room but it’s more like a mini house. Allow it.)

He stared at your disgruntled figure. Your face was just barely visible from under the blanket and he looked into your swollen eyes. He was so guilty he felt like he would throw up. He climbed onto the bed, getting under the sheets and wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you up against him.

“Y/N?” he whispered into your neck, but you just ignored him. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond.

“Sweetheart, I apologise…I lost myself and said things that I didn’t mean and I am truly sorry for that.” 

“I thought you regretted me..” you replied, voice cracking slightly.

“Darling, I didn’t mean a word of what I said. You are the light of my life, the reason I wake up each morning. It saddens me to think that I made you believe otherwise. I promise that if you give me a chance, I'll do anything to make it up to you.”

You heard what he was saying, and as much as what he said hurt, you still loved him more than anything. You didn’t want to let go, not just yet.

“Will we be okay?” Levi questioned, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Are you really sorry?”

“Deeply”

“Then yeah…we’ll be okay.”

“Thank you darling.”

“Uh huh” you said, turning to face him, “But if you making it up to me isn’t you saying sorry one thousand times, I love you four thousand times, and dinner, then I’m sorry but this won’t work. I also want flowers, breakfast in bed, and you have to do whatever I say for a month. Oh, and infinite kisses.”

“You’re really going to milk this aren’t you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you said you’ll do anything.” “And I will.”

“Good” you replied, smiling brightly and giving him a quick peck on his lips.

“Woman, you will be the death of me” he said before pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss. 

You’ll be okay

@porridgesblog , @giannitaa , @c0pkiller , @havens-not-here, @starlightanyaaa

© gojos-fr-bae

I Always mix up liar tags and normal tags, sry if that's the case rn.

#levi angst #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi aot #levi ackerman #captain levi #aot levi #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan levi #levi fluff

[youandiwerealive]

It’s alright to hate me now [rd]

Author’s note: this one is sad and heartbreaking babes, don’t say I didn’t warned you 🫡 hope you enjoy it!

wc: 1369 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

Also, requests are open! For Rúben or any other football player. Come share your thoughts with me 😌

It all started with a fight. You can’t even remember what it was about anymore - feeling so stupid and frustrated that you got into such a huge argument and made your worst mistake that can cost you your relationship now.

You were angry, feeling your blood boiling inside your veins, you weren’t thinking straight. You definitely wouldn’t had slept with one of Rúben’s best friends if you were thinking clearly about it.

The way Rúben screamed at you for something so trivial, really made you believe that he was done with you. You could swear that you saw a breakup right then and there. That’s why you went out for a few drinks - well, maybe way more than just “a few”.

Drunk out of your mind, you decided to reach for your phone. After opening instagram and check some people’s stories, you land on José Condessa’s profile. You smirk to yourself while seeing that he also posted some videos drinking in a bar with his friends. The place where he was, wasn’t far from you, so you decided to walk there, thinking devilishly that maybe you could still find the boy in the bar.

And you did. Meeting José was the first part of your mistake.

You were drunk, mad at love, firmly believing you were single. So you decided to display your worst behaviour through that night. Two drunk minds that ended up moaning together under the sheets.

You and José didn’t talked about it, you left early in the next morning, way before he woke up. You knew that sleeping with him was dumb, but you were angry at Rúben for breaking up with you, so the thought of revenge tasted pretty sweet in your mouth.

But you were wrong. God, you were so wrong.

The day after your stupid decision, Rúben called you and ended up meeting you at your place. He showed up with flowers in his hand and an apologetic look in his face.

After a long conversation, you realised you fucked up really bad. Rúben didn’t broke up with you after that night, he explained to you that he just needed some space so he wouldn’t say something he might regret later. You were now the dumb one, the unfaithful one, that went out after a fight and cheated on your boyfriend - with one of his closest friends.

Panic creeps all over you. You try to play it cool, but in your mind you can only think of one thing: Rúben can’t know about what you did. Never. It has to be your best kept secret.

And… it kind of was. For some days.

You were in the kitchen of Rúben’s house, preparing dinner for both of you, when he storms inside his place, slamming the door shut behind him. He meets you with a hurt and disappointed look in his face, those feelings way more visible than anger - that you believe he is definitely feeling too.

“How could you do this to me?” - Rúben asks you with an angry tone - there it is.

You start shaking, not wanting to believe that he’s referring to what you’ve done that night. There’s no way he could have found out about it.

“What are you talking about?” - you try to stay calm and play it cool.

“What am I talking about?!” - he loses his patience and screams at you. “How about you start explaining how you ended up in one of my best friend’s bed?” - he questions you harshly.

You stay silent, your worst nightmare now becoming reality.

“Are you really choosing to stay silent right now? You fucking cheated on me with one of the closest persons that I kept in my life. How could you? And then I made a fool of myself, going to your house with flowers, telling you that I was sorry. I was so fucking stupid. And you were so fucking fake, pretending that everything was fine! How do you sleep at night? Tell me! How can you act so calm when you know damn well all the shit that you’ve done!” - he continues screaming the entire truth right in your face.

You feel the tears that you’ve been keeping inside, spilling from your eyes. All the regret that you’ve been feeling since that dumb night, is now showing in front of Rúben.

“I’m so sorry” - you say while sobbing. “I’m really fucking sorry. I know I fucked up”.

But you know damn well that there is no turning back. No matter how hard you try to explain yourself, how many times you could say you are sorry. Rúben won’t listen nor forgive you.

“Oh, you’re sorry? That’s funny” - he laughs ironically.

“I really am, Rúben! I know this sounds so ridiculous now, but I really believed that you had broken up with me. We had that stupid fight and I really thought that you didn’t wanted anything to do with me anymore. Please, you have to understand my side” - you plead, but he doesn’t let you explain.

“Please, Y/N, stop wasting my time. I don’t want to hear a thing anymore. You are the biggest disappointment that I have ever had in my life. I trusted you, gave you everything. I gave you my love, my trust, let you inside my house, opened up to you and confessed my feelings. And you cheated on me while I was at home, fighting mentally with myself about how could I be better to you. I don’t want to see you anymore, get out of my house” - he tells you coldly.

You look at Rúben’s features and you can see the disappointment evident in his eyes. It’s like someone punched you in the stomach. You know there’s nothing you can do now, you should have thought about that before getting in bed with another man. The tears keep falling in your face while you gather your things and get ready to leave Rúben’s house and life.

“I totally understand your side, I fucked up. But I hope you know that I really regret what I did, and that I will always love you” - you confess while taking one last look at his face. He doesn’t say a word, and you turn your back and leave.

Once you close the door behind you, it’s like the entire world shatters around you.

You can’t help but think about how he found out about it. But soon, your mind clears a bit and you understand what happened. Your best friend was the only person - beside José, that knew about your mistake. You confessed it all to her and she kept nagging you about how you should come clean to your now ex-boyfriend. You feel betrayed. Everything was fine now, why did she had to get in the middle of everything and fuck your life? Your life has took a huge turn, and you feel lost without Rúben by your side.

Leaving your love because of the dumbest decision you’ve ever made, is something that will haunt you forever. And the thought of being away from Rúben without the possibility of going back to him, is a huge regret that will forever hurt in your chest.

You can die from suffering, you can die from disgust. Your feelings can consume you, but love was the only thing that would fill you up. And now, you can only replay the happy moments that you’ve spent with Rúben, when you were just two happy love birds, feeling like nothing in the world could destroy the strong connection you both shared. Some say that you can die from love, but all your life you believed that you could only live because of love, not die from it.

Now, you fear that this really might kill you. And if it doesn’t kill you physically, it damn sure is going to destroy you emotionally. But you know this is all on you. You did this to yourself, and you will end up alone because that’s what you deserve, after hurting the person who truly made you happy and who you loved the most.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias oneshot #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fanfic #thoughts about football players #football imagines #football fanfic

[gaspshichat]

hi chat. pearl made me cry at 9:30 in the morning so y'all know what time is it. warning there will be swears [i say the f word ☹️] bc i haven't slept but i'm somehow not sick rn which. hasn't happened in weeks

[and a quick health update: pretty sure i have narrowed down what's making me sick to three possible things. i'm hopefully seeing my doctor soon bc the refill on my meds expires in june. we're so close and i haven't been able to breathe]

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OH MY GOD. Y'ALL. IF YOU'RE FOLLOWING ME AND SOMEHOW AREN'T A PEARL FAN. HOW ???? GO. GO BE A PEARL FAN. IT'S A THREAT

pearl is funny and kind and caring. there is a reason i gave her 10k bits the other day. she deserves the entire world and more. i don't know what the world did to her that made her so kind

i'm not the only one who has a message though !! here are a few messages from people but i've seen so many in reblogs and tweets and whatnot

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from my lovely partner tay aka twitter user PandoraRxse: I can’t catch streams very often but your videos always make me smile and I always look forward to a new upload. Keep doing what you’re doing, you’re amazing Pearl

from lovely twitter user SKYBL1NGS: shes like genuinely super funny and has great content that everyone can get into and shes really pretty and i loce pearlecentmoon

from a lovely anonymous twitter user: she is genuinly such an amazing artist, both in minecraft and in real life, all of her art is so lively in a way that i'm not sure how to describe best. also she is such a kind human being :))

from lovely tumblr user sapphicwhimsy: pearl is such a lovely and sweet person. shes SO kind to everyone in chat, new or old, and creates such a lovely environment to hang around in. her streams are the only ones i can sit through fully, and she has SUCH a lovely voice! i could listen to her read the dictionary, because im sure she would make it interesting. she has such a way to make everything interesting! even things like sitting still for thirty minutes can be something interesting in a pearl stream, because shes always got such amazing things to say. shes absolutely beautiful, inside and out, with a kind soul that matches her through and through. the fact that she always tries to read everyone out personally, and tries to pronounce their names correctly - and accepts corrections wholeheartedly - is so nice. and shes so wonderfully accepting to all of her community, and always has well wishes for everyone. shes truly a very wonderful and accepting person, who deserves the world! honestly the sweetest person ive ever came across.

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anyway onto the next part of why i made this post

HOW THE FUCK IS SHE SO PRETTY. WHAT. IT'S GENUINELY UNFAIR. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE COULD BE A GODDAMN SCULPTURE

LIKE COME ON. I WISH I COULD DRAW SO I COULD DRAW HER. SHE'S BEAUTIFUL. WHAT THE HELL. LOOK AT HER

featuring other GORGEOUS women. my god. i am so

anyway :)) it took me an hour and a half to write this bc i kept getting distracted. in short. pearl is so amazing and wonderful. it's weird how she remembers things about me and actually cares ???

also. SHE PRONOUNCED MY NAME CORRECTLY ???? I'VE HEARD SUCH TERRIBLE PRONUNCIATIONS BUT PEARL. SHE SAID IT RIGHR FIRST TRY. WHAT. i kind of want to hear how karn would attempt to pronounce it

[bc yes. i'm okay with anyone, including streamers, calling me vyren. you know me better than my dad does. it's okay to call me vy, vyren, gasp, or gasps]

sleepy brain wrote this post and i want to say so much more but i can't. i had a better message when i did my 10k bits message but that thing is long gone. the only way pearl knows about those bits is if she sees this

and to her community: i love y'all. y'all are lovely. thanks for helping make my shitty life a little brighter. the world may not be kind to me, but y'all are. thank y'all for that. y'all are so lovely

pearl, if you see this, sending all the love to you and your three cats. and yes. karn is the third cat

#pearlescentmoon #maintagging like she is a vampire and my tumblr is my house #appreciation post #the second time i've invited her in #chat y'all better say y'all's favourite things about her #and to people who are mean to pearl: i am in your walls 🫶

[baby-fever-anon]

Hiii! I am an absolute sucker for sickfics and unfortunately we are in the great dnf sickfic drought so what about a short drabble of George not feeling well and Dream caring for him? :)

Sick Fic

wc: 697

George has been sick for a little over four days now.

When George had gotten sick that Tuesday, it had worried Dream so much that he nearly made himself sick.

George's first wave of sickness had been awful.

He had woken Dream up at nearly four in the morning by jumping out of bed and nearly sprinting to the bathroom.

Dream had gotten up at the sound of his boyfriend gagging and sputtering as he threw up the dinner the two shared hours before.

When Dream had vocalized his concerns George had waved him off, telling him that it was just something he ate and that he would be fine by morning.

George threw up three more times before the clock hit six am.

George got progressively worse of over the next twenty four hours. When Dream finally convinced him to let him check his temperature on Tuesday evening, the thermometer read 103°.

The number, combined with the fact that the only times George was awake and responsive was when he was throwing up, made him panic even worse.

He ended up calling his mom and begging her for help.

Her advice was to for him to do his best to lower George's fever, make sure he ate even if he couldn't keep it down, and keep him hydrated.

Dream did his best to follow her institutions, even when George would attempt to argue with him.

Now it's Saturday evening and George is doing significantly better.

He's awake and talking, for one. He says his throat hurts, his body is achey, and he has a headache. But his temperature is below a hundred degrees and he managed to eat breakfast without immediately throwing up, so Dream is counting it as a win.

The downside, though, of George feeling well enough to hold proper conversation is that he's feeling well enough to be... Bitchy. For lack of a better word.

"Dreeeeaaam." He whines for probably the third time in ten minutes.

Dream scoffs, fondly exasperated. He's sitting on the bed next to George, on top of the covers, with his laptop on his lap as he responds to emails.

"What do you need now?" He questions, not looking up from his laptop.

"I'm hungryyyy!" George groans in response.

"Then go get food."

"I can't." George pouts.

"And why is that?"

George coughs twice, both sounding like the most obvious fake coughs Dream has ever heard in his life. "I'm sick."

Dream rolls his eyes and holds back a laugh at the statement.

"I mean, you're clearly well enough to be a whiny little bitch, " The term is used affectionately. "about it. So I'd say you should be able to walk down the hall to get your own food."

Honestly, Dream was going to get him food the second he opened his mouth. But he just wants an excuse to rile up his boyfriend before he gives him what he wants.

"Wow." George scoffs, over exaggerating his British accent. He stares at Dream in disbelief before throwing himself back against the bed.

"I'm sick. And hungry. And you're really going to just let me starve." George throws an arm over his eyes and sighs dramatically. "It's like you want me to die." He mutters.

Dream can't hold back his laughter anymore.

"Fine. I'll get you your food, you drama queen."

George uncovers his eyes and beams up at him.

"You promise?"

Dream rolls his eyes. "Yes. I promise."

George let's out a soft giggle, mumbling a soft "Yippie" in victory as he wiggles happily underneath his blankets.

Dream leans in for a kiss, waiting until George closes his eyes to reciprocate to redirect and press a kiss to his forehead instead.

When he pulls away George's mouth is dropped open in offense.

"I want a real kiss." He mutters grumpily.

"Well you know how easily I get sick, and I just don't want to risk it since you're just so sick." He responds with a smug grin.

With that Dream stands from the beg and walks out of the room, giggling quietly to himself at the way George demands he comes back and give him a proper kiss.

#asks #honelle56 asks #idk if this is quite what you wanted but it sure was fun to write #my writing #drabble #dnfblr #dreamblr #dnf fanfic #also peep the mean girls reference

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 4

Dia de los Muertos wraps up and we visit our friendly neighbourhood infants!

CW: Discussions of death

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish phrases/words Abuelo/Abuela: Grandfather/Grandmother Ay dios mio: omg equivalent Buenas noches: Good evening / Good night Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Cuídate!: Take care De nada!: You’re welcome/no problem Lo siento: Sorry Padre: Father Por favor: Please Si: Yes Te amo: I love you

With the departure of the Fosters leaving the couple alone, Marta has broken out the face paint to adorn her and Keira. It’s another way of honouring their ancestors.

Marta: Hold still por favor

Keira: I am holding still

Marta: Shhhh, moving your lips counts

Keira: Why didn't we do this before dinner

Marta: I haven't done it for ages so I'm not sure I'm good anymore. I didn't want the dinner thrown apart by focus on my lack of painting skill. Just one more line… there! All done, I’ll take a picture to show you

Keira: Wow this looks great! You’re really going all out this year

Marta: *sighs* I felt bad for all those years Liam didn’t let me make one

Keira: I should have done more than kick his ass

Marta: Carino violence solves nothing. He's in prison for now, let's not think of him

Keira: I’m sorry we didn’t make one at Alexander’s house, I didn’t realise what it meant

Marta: De nada. I didn’t say to you, how could you know

Keira: I suppose. But don’t let us miss it again

Marta: Si. I promise

Keira: Do you… do you think they would have liked me

Marta: I know they’re happy I’m happy but si. Padre would be happy you're active, he was to. And mama would love to talk to you about the ocean life

Keira: You think

Marta: Si. Being so close to the ocean was what she loved about Cuba. She missed it when we moved to Texas

Keira: Well I’m glad you left for Windenburg. Even though it was because…

Marta: Everyone was gone? I didn’t have to leave after padre and mama died. I had the community still but I felt alone. I don’t feel alone anymore

Keira: I’m so glad I worked up the nerve to propose

Marta: *giggles* It’s good you did or I would have had to do something extremely romantic

Keira: I mean… you could still do something extremely romantic if you wanted?

Marta: Maybe I’m saving it for the honeymoon

Keira: Can I get a preview

The two embrace on the sofa, feeling warm and fulfilled.

Abuelo Manuel: Did you see Rafael? She cooked the chimi to perfection. Remembered what we taught her

Padre Rafael: Si padre, she did a good job

Abuela Maria: Will you two shush, I’m trying to listen

Manuel: Corazon I think their conversation is finished

Mama Aymee: *sniffles* She looks so happy and grown up

Rafael: Ay dios mio, you’ll make me cry mi vida

Aymee: Lo siento. I just… we didn’t see our daughter for so long

Maria: You heard what that fiancé said, she’ll make sure Marta does the ofrenda now. She’s a keeper

Manuel: Do you think there will be a new generation next time we visit

Aymee: That would be nice *sniffles* even if would make me cry

Keira: The place definitely feels full when everyone is here, I thought we got a big unit

Marta: We did, people just fill it well

Keira: Am I meant to feel like I’m being watched

Marta: You’re meant to feel loved. I always want you to feel loved

Keira: I feel loved whenever I look in your eyes. Shall we go to bed

Marta: Si, I’ll just say buenas noches to everyone

Keira: We can leave the ofrenda up longer than tomorrow morning if you like

Marta: No. They’ll all be back in the forever save by then

Maria: Are you snooping

Manuel: No! I can’t snoop on what is out in the open, can I?

Rafael: I’m happy she’s still got these photos

Aymee: Liam didn’t take everything from her

Rafael: If I was still alive-

Manuel: There’s no point thinking about what we can’t do

Maria: She’ll be bueno

Rafael: Mi vida, it’s time to go

Aymee: Can’t I just watch her for another five minutes

Manuel: Dawn is coming, we must get back

Aymee: Buenas noches Marta, I leave all my love with you, te amo

In the morning Marta returns the living/dining room to its normal layout while Keira is on laundry duty. Taking their clothes to the shared laundry she wonders why so many people have left their washing in the machines. Being a helpful sim, she moves stuff to the dryers. Fingers crossed none of the clothes shrink!

Marta has harvested what she can from the garden and is singing to herself when Keira walks past in her work clothes.

Marta: Ay dios mio, is it 8am already?

Keira: Si. Te amo sweetheart

Marta: Te amo! Cuídate! Where did I leave my work gear?

Luckily she’s only a few minutes late to the local coffee shop, the perks of a quick commute. After an uneventful shift, where she mostly daydreamed about the upcoming wedding, she gets back home and hangs the washed clothes on the line. When Keira arrives back they go see the Staples.

Here Oli and Vernon are on the move! Marta scoops up Oli while Keira chats.

Marta: Do you want to hold him carino

Keira: Uhh, what if I break him

Margarita: You won’t, he’s sturdy

Marta passes over Oli, giving his tummy a cheerful tickle on the way.

Marta: You hold him for a bit, I’m going to play with Vernon

Keira: Okay but-

Marta: Who’s adorable Vernon? Is it you?

Keira: Sorry if we’re pushing in

Stefan: Don’t be silly. With two infants any helping hands are good

Keira: I think this is part of her plan to convince me to have kids sooner

Margarita: *laughs* I have to say she’s doing pretty well with Vernon, I love it when they laugh

Keira: Uh, anyway, we were wondering, since you’re a baker on the side Stefan, would you consider making our wedding cake?

Stefan: Sure thing! I have a free day tomorrow. Any special requests?

Keira: I think she said she’d like a pink one

Margarita: We had a pink wedding cake!

Stefan: Here, I’ll take him off your hands

Keira: Gracias

To her surprise Keira feels sad giving the infant back, especially as he smiles and giggles at her. Marta’s plan might be working.

Keira: Marta, sweetheart, time for dinner

Marta: Si, coming. Gracias for having us

Margarita: It was lovely to see people who can talk back

The whole group laugh as Stefan puts Oli on the playmat. Let me tell you, he is not happy our sims are leaving. After bursting into tears he glares angrily at his parents while we leave.

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #my sims #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #R0903 #MartaRomero #KeiraFoster

[miley1442111]

poached- sydcarmy

a/n: came across this idea by @the-real-bruce-banner and fell in love!!!

please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!

summary: carmen said some terrible things, can he fix it?

pairing: sydney adamu x carmen berzatto

warnings: mad angst, carmen is so mean, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, talks of vomiting, no happy ending :(

Carmen slammed the door of the office so hard, he was sure he’d broken it off the hinges. 

It had been a gruelling four weeks. Everyone could see it. Carmen had flown off the handle, again. 

He felt uncontrollable, his life unmanageable, and his restaurant? Broken. 

What was it this time? You may ask. Well, it all started with that damn poacher. 

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He looked so fucking smug. His nice suit, his expensive glasses, his gucci shoes- in the kitchen of all places. He was supposed to be looking around the kitchen, looking around for a new Chicago restaurant that was meant to be interesting, more of an experience than a meal. But he was paying too much attention to the staff. To Sydney. 

Carmen’s fists balled and the tension in his body rose. Why was she talking to him? She had no reason to. Then again, she had no reason not to. Who was he to stop her? They were meant to be business partners. She could talk to whoever she wanted, he wasn’t her father, nor was he anyone who should dictate her life. 

So why was she talking to that guy? 

“He’s a poacher,” Ritchie puffed out a large cloud of cigarette smoke. “I’ve seen what those guys do. They just sweep in and take your people, just like that.”

Carmen’s blood boiled.

“People like working here, we’re a family. He’s not getting our people.” Fak reassured the both of them. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’d be worried,” One of the new wait staff, Lindsey chuckled as she stamped out her cigarette. “I heard they were offering Chef Sydney her own restaurant.” 

She walked inside as Cramen’s eyes glazed over and his ears started ringing. 

Sydney. Sydney leaving him. Sydney, his Sydney, leaving him. She would go off, she’d be amazing- better than him. She’d made the menu she wanted, not the one he did. She’d call the shots, she could do it too. She did it on opening night. She was more than capable. She was the perfect person for the job. 

Fuck. 

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It was late. 1:07 am to be exact. Carmen thought he was the only person left in the building, too busy reading over bills and bank statements, while simultaneously thinking about how he could even try to run the Bear without Sydney. She pushed him to be better, to do better. 

What would he do without getting to see her face in the morning?  

A knock sounded at the door and pulled him from his thoughts. He called ‘it’s open’ without thinking. And there she was. Standing in front of him with her jacket on, and his in hand. 

“Hey,” she smiled softly, he rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah?” He asked, a rude part of him emerging. Sydney was taken aback, why was he speaking to her like this?

“I was just wondering if you wanted to get out of here? I know this place that’s still open now, it’s pretty good-”

“If you want to leave, leave. I don’t need you. Just leave,” Carmen blurted out. Sydney stared at him. The tension in the room grew, Carmen eyes trained on hers, daring her to say something. 

“What?”

“I don’t fucking need you. I don’t fucking want you. Leave.”

He was livid but his voice was unusually calm. 

“Ok, fine,” she scoffed, throwing him his jacket. 

“Don’t come back here. I don’t want to fucking see you again,” he seethed and slammed the door behind her as she nodded, irritation and anger behind her eyes. 

How could she betray him like this? How the fuck did he trust her? 

He vowed to never trust anyone again that night. 

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Four weeks without Sydney. Four weeks of hell. 

The restaurant wasn’t the same, everyone blamed Carmen for leaving, everyone hated him. He hated himself. He was brought out to serve a dish, some bullshit influencer he didn’t care about, but he was willing to put on a brave face and smile for their pictures, when a certain poacher caught his eye. He stalked over, irritation and discomfort clouding his better judgement. 

What was he doing here when he’d already taken the best chef? 

“Good evening sir,” He smiled at Carmen, his ridiculous British accent pulling at a nerve in Carmen’s brain. “Can I help you with something?”

“What are you doing here?” He asked. Point blank, he wanted no bullshit. “You both got what you wanted.” 

“I’m here to enjoy my food, might as well try what I missed out on,” He scoffed. “You have some very loyal people, Berzatto. Even Chef Adamu didn’t take my offer of her own restaurant. It’s such a shame.”

Carmen’s world came crashing down. “What’re you talking about?” “Chef Adamu? She turned down the offer, she stayed, am I correct?” He asked. Carmen didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to get to his office bin in time, before he vomited. He’d fucked up. Sydney didn’t leave him, he’d kicked her out. He’d been so mean. He was fucking horrible to her, and she had wanted to stay. Even after getting kicked out, she didn’t take the offer. 

Fuck. 

Once Carmen stopped spewing his guts into the small office bin under his table, he got up and picked up his damn phone, dialling her number.

Voicemail. Straight to voicemail. 

“H-hey Syd. Look, I-I kn-know I fucked up. I was so s-shitty to you, a-and I deserve to be fucking… I-I don’t even know. I was so fucking arrogant, and fucking rude and just f-fucking m-mean to you. I- I didn’t know what to do. I thought that you were l-leaving me and I-I just went into fucking a-autopilot, I was a total ass and I’m trying to say I’m sorry.” He went quiet for a full minute, his brian finally slowing down. “I’m sorry.” 

“This user has blocked you.” Read in the chat between the two of them. 

His voicemail wouldn’t send. 

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And that brings us to now, slamming the door so hard it probably broke. 

He’d really fucked up. 

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#sydcarmy #syd x carmy #syd adamu #carmy #ayo edebiri #carmy berzatto #the bear #carmy x sydney #the bear fx #sydney adamu #the bear fanfiction #the bear fic

[slaymitchabernathy]

Escapism.

The sound of a gun going off is what wakes Soarynn up in the morning. It used to terrify her, lead her to wonder who was on the receiving end of that bullet. Now she simply rolls onto the other side of the bed, praying for a few more minutes of sleep.

She never gets it though. There’s work to be done.

A knock at her door leads Soarynn to let out an annoyed groan, “I’m sick, don’t come in!” She calls out, hoping to keep him at bay. The door creaks open, “Are you contagious?” The question brings a small smile to Soarynn’s lips which sometimes annoys her, but he can be plenty annoying when he wants to be.

“I might be,” she mumbles into her pillow, feeling the bed dip beside her. She feels his large hand slip under her nightgown. He doesn’t grab her or fondle her, he simple presses his palm onto the warm skin of her back, “Today’s the day.”

Soarynn cracks one eye open at the statement, “I’m surprised you’re letting me go through with it.” Coriolanus lets out a dry laugh, “I don’t want you to go through with it,” he admits, “want to keep you here all to myself.” Soarynn sighs and pushes herself up until she’s somewhat sitting up, almost at eye level with the tall blonde.

“You wanna keep me in your pocket,” she tells him, her soft hand coming up to cup the side of his clean shaven face. Coriolanus leans into her hand, something he’d never do in front of his men. He’s only like this with her, gentle.

“I do,” he quietly agrees, “I’m afraid you’ll find me to be a quite selfish man at times.” A teasing grin curls across her lips, “You selfish? I would’ve never thought.” Coriolanus rolls his eyes, “I worry about you. I have to worry about a thousand things a day and yet I find myself worrying about you the most.”

Soarynn thinks it’s sweet. For the most part. There’s something rather ironic about a dark and brooding man who’s the leader of a gang worrying about some random girl he met one night and then proceeded to fuck. But Coriolanus Snow just seems to be full of surprises.

A loud knock on the door pulls them from their tender moment, “If you two are done fucking then can we please get this show on the road?” Festus calls from outside, sounding almost bored of their antics at this point. Soarynn shoots Coriolanus a teasing look, “Oh, I don’t know, my jaw is practically locked around his thick, long, co—“

Coriolanus slaps his hand across her mouth before she can finish her vulgar sentence, “We’ll be out in a minute,” Coriolanus says while glaring at Soarynn as she giggles. It’s funny how he can say the nastiest things in bed and yet he hates when those things are said in daily conversation.

“Get dressed, and wash your mouth with soap while you’re at it,” he says, pulling his hand away before she can bite it. Soarynn bats her eyes up at him, “You mean you don’t want my lips around you?”

He shakes his head and chuckles before turning to leave the room, “You’re a handful alright.”

Soarynn smiles, it’s a good thing he has two hands.

꧁ ꧂

It’s strange to get dressed in the back of a warehouse. Soarynn finds it somewhat humorous that this is where her life has led to. All because of a breakup. Talk about a revenge era.

When she first laid eyes on Coriolanus again she was terrified. He’d said he wasn’t in a gang but it certainly looked like he was in one, especially with his men dragging her off the street for him to play with.

That’s when the truth came out.

Coriolanus Snow was for the most part, an evil man. He was part of a gang, the leader to be more specific. Soarynn didn’t even know the Capitol actually had gangs, she figured that things like that only existed in the Districts far below them. But Coriolanus led quite possibly the most powerful and notorious gang in all of Panem.

Of course he did.

He’d tried his best to answer her pestering questions such as: “Why the fuck am I here? Who are you really? Who were those men? Why are you in a warehouse? Why did you have a gun on you the night we met?”

She knew he probably didn’t want to answer a single question but Soarynn hadn’t quite cared in the moment. Not when she still feared for her life. So, he told her everything. The night they met he was supposed to meet up with a friend of his, a dangerous friend. He’d brought his gun just as a precaution, in case things got messy which Soarynn has learned, they always do. Then he saw her.

He saw her dancing, smiling, having the time of her life and suddenly nothing else mattered to him. He blew off his friend, the meeting, everything to take her home. He just never thought she’d show up in his warehouse a month later.

Over the past month Soarynn had been learning the exact type of man Coriolanus really was. He could be cruel, rude, rigid and unforgiving. Until it came to her. It was somewhat amazing how quickly his entire demeanor changed the second he saw her. He could go from barking out orders and shooting someone in the face to speaking to her in the softest tone and cradling her small face in his large hands.

Festus loved to tease him, say that Coriolanus was head over heels and Soarynn had to agree.

It has had been a bit difficult trying to navigate her new normal now that she was somewhat involved with Coriolanus and his gang. They called themselves “The Thorns” because Coriolanus apparently grew roses on the roof of his penthouse. Soarynn had rolled her eyes when hearing their name but she simply let it slide. Coriolanus had been adamant in reassuring her that none of his men would ever touch her again, they wouldn’t even look at her if that’s what she wanted.

Soarynn didn’t mind though. She found most of them to be rather pleasant when they weren’t berating her in the alleyway. She had however sharply questioned him about his men taking girls like her off the streets for their boss. For him.

She remembered clear as day how much it had angered him. “So you get off on kidnapping innocent girls?” She’d asked him, pulling her hands out of his once she pulled herself from her petrified state. Coriolanus had frowned at the loss of contact, “I…it’s not like that Soarynn, I swe—“

“Oh really? Because it looks exactly like that,” she’d hissed, getting up in his face, she wasn’t backing down, “I was just ripped off the street by several of your men who seem to have quite the wandering eye who thought that you’d have a good time with me. What type of message do you think that sends out? That you’re kind and caring? Or that you’re some perverted scum who takes advantage of girls in his spare time?”

His jaw had clenched at her harsh words, “I never thought I’d see you again. What happened between us that night was supposed to be a one time thing. I’m sorry that you’ve gotten tangled up in this, truly, I am but there’s nothing that can be done to fix it now.”

And there truly was nothing that they could do to fix this predicament now that Soarynn knew where they lived, worked and looked like. So, she began to help them, work with them. It was a man’s world, sure, but that meant women like her were nearly invisible, always ignored until they were ogled.

And that suits her just fine.

Her first “mission” had been simple, she posed as a waitress at a nearby restaurant in hopes to seduce a known killer that Coriolanus and his men had been after for months. She got that man all the way to his car and just when his hands were slipping up her dress, Coriolanus put a bullet in between his eyes.

Although he'd never come out and say it, Soarynn knew how he felt about other men being around her, talking to her, touching her. Even if was for the greater good of everyone involved.

In the end, he had given her an ultimatum once she had calmed down from her previous fury. He'd walked around his desk once more, slowly reaching into a drawer until he pulled out a gun. Soarynn's blood had run cold once again. He had been so calm, so quiet as he walked back over to her and grabbed her hand, placing it on the gun before bringing it up to his chest. Soarynn had tears running down her face but Coriolanus didn't seem to care, "Now darling, you can either pull the trigger and kill me, thus killing this web you've been tangled up in, or," he turned the gun around, pressing into her chest, "you can stay here, learn our ways and in return you'll be promised my protection."

To have a gun so close to her, pressed against her had terrified Soarynn. She never grew up around violence but the best option was clear, and so she stayed. She still had her apartment but she rarely visited these days, mostly sleeping in one of the bedrooms they had in the warehouse. Every once in a while Coriolanus would take her to his penthouse, give her a taste of normalcy before fucking her so good that she saw stars.

They weren't together, weren't a couple and yet neither of them seemed keen on talking to anyone else. Not like Soarynn had much of a choice. Wherever she went there was some scary man with a hidden gun behind her to ensure that no rival gangs tried to harm her. So that closed a lot of doors when it came to having a normal relationship. Coriolanus insisted on one of his men-usually Sejanus-escorting her at all times when she left the safety of the warehouse.

Soarynn had questioned it in the beginning. not because she was opposed to it because for the most part, she wasn't but she was curious.

She asked Coriolanus about it one night when she was in his office, sitting on his lap while he went through shipment documents. "Why does Sejanus always follow me around?" She'd asked, her hands absentmindedly playing with the buttons of his shirt. Coriolanus had dropped his pen at her question, "Did he try to touch you?" He asked her, his voice so calm yet scary. Soarynn had shaken her head, "No he didn't try anything. I...I was just wondering why you always have someone follow me. It's not like I'm the leader like you are."

A tired smile had spread across his lips, "Darling, you have no idea of the power you hold and I like to think that's a good thing but many men would try to hurt you if they knew it would hurt me." Soarynn hadn't quite understood that way of thinking but she nodded like she understood and let him get back to work.

But now as the days passed she understood more and more. She saw the way he looked at her, how he treated her and spoke to her. Coriolanus Snow was failing miserably at keeping Soarynn at arm's length.

He was falling in love.

꧁ ꧂

Her outfit for today was form-fitting. Nothing new.

She does her hair and makeup before deciding she looks presentable and gives Petunia one last scratch before leaving her room. Bringing her cat with her had caused quite an argument between her and Coriolanus. He was convinced that bringing a cat into his warehouse where crimes were committed almost on the daily would be the downfall of his gang. Soarynn argued that Petunia could help with their apparent mouse problem as well as keep her company.

In the end, Soarynn won, and the cat stayed.

"Wish me luck Petunia," Soarynn whispers before leaving her bedroom. She takes one last glance inside the space she's resided in for the past month or so. If everything goes well tonight, she'll be back to see Petunia in no time.

She met with a whistle from Festus when she walks into the makeshift living room and rolls her eyes, "Looking lovely as always," he purrs. It didn't take Soarynn long to find out that Festus flirts with everyone and she is no exception. She finds Coriolanus already looking at her from one of the distressed armchairs, his stare is penetrating and ice-cold. He's different when he's around other men, she has to remind herself of that. He was so gentle this morning but he will be nothing but distant and strategic until the night is over and their mission is complete.

"Let's get started," he says, finally tearing his eyes away from her.

They all gather around the coffee table, mahogany of course while Sejanus gives them a rundown of what's going to happen tonight. It's cute how he has a projector pointed at the bare wall so that his carefully detailed plan can be seen by everyone.

"Now tonight we are going to attempt to bring down the Ravenstills," he starts, nervously eyeing the room, "not only is it imperative that we take out as many of their men as possible but more importantly, we must kill Felix Ravenstill no matter what the cost." Several of the men let out grunts of agreement when a photo of Felix Ravenstill appears on the wall.

Soarynn can feel the nerves beginning to grow. It's one thing to kill a man, but it's another thing to kill the President's son.

꧁ ꧂

"You're nervous." Soarynn ignores his comment and keeps her eyes focused on the target in front of her. Just as she's about to pull the trigger Coriolanus steps in front of her and she scoffs, lowering the gun, "Do you have a death wish?" She asks, tilting her head as she looks up at him, "Because only an idiot would step in front of a loaded gun."

His face is as emotionless as ever, "You're nervous," he repeats, his tone gentler, softer, kinder. Soarynn feels the tension leave her shoulders and she sighs, carding her fingers through her hair, "Of course I'm nervous, you would be too if you were in my position." Her position is quite the perilous one where Soarynn's concerned, and she's very concerned.

Coriolanus rests a hand on her side, she knows he's trying to comfort her, but he also wants to just hold her, in case everything goes to shit and one of them dies tonight, "You know I'd never let anyone hurt you," he says quietly. Soarynn bites her lip, he's right, but he's not the one in control tonight, "You won't be there," she reminds him, feeling his grip slightly tighten, "I'll be all by myself."

They both stand there for a moment, not a word spoken between them. Coriolanus uses his other hand to gently cup her face as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Soarynn doesn't know what to do for a moment. She's kissed Coriolanus lots of times but never in front of everyone and she could feel some of the men watching the public display of affection. "We still have time," he mumbles against her lips. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, "Then let's make the most of it."

꧁ ꧂

For once, Coriolanus is gentle.

He's slow in taking off her clothes, her panties, her bra.

He kisses up and down her body as if he's trying to memorize every inch of her. He's kneeling on the ground while Soarynn lays on the bed, feeling his lips kiss her calf. Soarynn slowly sits up, looking down at one of the most powerful men in Panem.

On his knees for her.

"You look good like that," she tells him, smirking when he pulls away and looks up at her, "on your knees." If she had said that while they were fucking then she would've literally gotten her ass handed to her and Coriolanus would've fucked her harder and harder until she saw stars. But now he grins, "Well, normally the roles are reversed," he reminds her.

Soarynn blushes when thinking of all the times she's gotten on her knees for him, hidden under his desk while sucking him off. "Get up here," she orders and Coriolanus wastes no time in climbing onto his bed, his large body on top of her smaller one, his hands on her hips while his lips are on hers. They move in sync with one another, to the point where it frightens Soarynn. It makes her think that they might work, that this might work.

Coriolanus groans into the kiss when she ruts her hips up against his, "You're such a tease," he says, reaching down to undo his belt, his gun falling onto the bed. Soarynn hums, threading her fingers through his golden curls, "You love it though." She can feel the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, it feels so good, so right. He slowly sinks in before muttering a set of words she never thought she'd hear.

"I love you."

Within seconds it feels as if her entire world has been flipped upside down. Coriolanus is slow and measured with his thrusts. "You don't mean that," she tells him, pulling away from the kiss, "love is dangerous in this line of work." He chuckles because those are the exact words he said to her one night when she asked him if he's ever been in love. "And yet I'm in love with you my darling," he replies, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Once tonight is over things will change, I will change," he promises, his blue eyes boring into her blue-gray ones.

Soarynn wants to believe him. But when has a man ever told the truth?

Tomorrow isn’t promised, they both know that. So she might as well enjoy this tender moment, and let Coriolanus enjoy it as well.

Soarynn lets out a soft gasp when the tip of his cock presses against her just right, causing her back to slightly arch as they move in sync with each other, "Right there," she whispers, her face buried in his neck. He smells like roses. Coriolanus tightens his grip on her hips as he draws his cock out of her cunt oh-so-slowly, "You feel so good," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her neck.

Coriolanus is a rather possessive man, no surprise there, but Soarynn found that he loved to leave her neck littered with bruises, love bites. Anything to let his men know that he was the one who fucked the pretty girl each and every night. They didn't always fuck. Sometimes they talked, got to know each other in the company of a bottle of wine and the dim lighting of his study. Other times he'd fuck her up against the door while making her scream out his name.

They were two wild cards.

"I'm getting close," Soarynn whines, her walls fluttering around his cock as she feels that wire inside of her getting tighter and higher. Before Coriolanus, she hadn't experienced a good orgasm, an earth-shattering, thigh-shaking, eye-rolling orgasm. Now he gave them to her without even trying. Unlike the other men she'd been with in the past, Coriolanus learned her, learned from her.

Coriolanus moans and Soarynn could've finished right there and then. His low, timber voice sounded heavenly whenever he let a moan slip out which was rare within itself. "Please," she whines, "please Coriolanus, please." He loves it when she begs, when she's his good girl. Soarynn tries to be good, for the most part.

The past month she'd done her very best to rile him up, tease him in front of his men, really push his buttons. If he wanted to drag her into his dangerous lifestyle then the least he could do was suffer just a little. Coriolanus slightly picks up the pace, their breaths getting heavier as they roll towards their peaks, "Come on Soarynn," he grunts, "give it to me, fuck, it's perfect, you're perfect."

Soarynn feels her eyes roll back when she reaches her orgasm, her mouth open in a silent scream as Coriolanus continues to thrust into her. She feels Coriolanus finish inside of her, filling her up to the brim as he often likes to do. "You're a little too good at that," Soarynn mumbles against his neck, her hands resting on his shoulders. Coriolanus lets out a breathy laugh before looking into her eyes, "I've had my fair share of practice."

They both smile and share a laugh, the moment almost feels genuine, tender, and soft. Neither of them are those things though. Genuine, tender, or soft.

He presses a soft kiss to her lips and it feels like a promise, "Tonight will change everything," he says. Soarynn nods like she believes him, "Yes it will," she agrees. Coriolanus nods like he believes her.

꧁ ꧂

It's tense in the car. The car filled with gang members on their way to assassinate the President's son and anyone who works for him. Festus tries to keep things light but one glare from Coriolanus in the front seat shuts down any room for joking.

This is no joking matter.

"Here," Sejanus says, handing her a gun. Soarynn's dainty fingers wrap around it, "Thanks," she mutters. A gun is a last resort, it means that it's come down to the wire and Soarynn doesn't want things to come to that if she can help it. She knows how tonight will go.

According to the plan.

The car whines to a stop in the back alley and Soarynn's nerves are steadily rising. Coriolanus turns to look at everyone, a rather calm expression painted across his face, "Tonight we change the history of Panem, for better or for worse. Everyone remembers their roles and sticks to the plan," his eyes linger on Soarynn long enough for her to feel anxious, "when we get back the drinks are on me," Coriolanus finishes. A few excited whispers fill the car as the promise of free alcohol settles in everyone's brains.

Sejanus pushes the door open and extends a hand out to Soarynn, one she gladly takes, "Thank you Sejanus," she whispers, giving his hand a tight squeeze. His expression falters and for a moment he looks somewhat confused but he recovers when Coriolanus steps out of the car. "Of course, I'll see you when it's over," he promises.

So many promises tonight.

Coriolanus sighs and nods at Sejanus who takes himself and five other men down the alley and around the corner where they'll infiltrate the establishment from the back door. "Look, I want you to be careful, okay?" Coriolanus asks, his tone pleading as he takes her hands in his, squeezing them as if she's his lifeline, "Shoot first and ask questions later huh?" Soarynn teases, giving him a playful smile even though she's as nervous as he is. Just for different reasons.

A small smile graces his lips, "Yeah," he mumbles, "ask questions later. I'll see you once it's all done, okay?" Soarynn nods and doesn't hesitate to lean in and press herself to her tiptoes, her lips finding his. Coriolanus responds immediately as they share one last kiss. She's not even surprised when he whispers those three words again.

"I love you."

Soarynn gives him one last peck before she pulls away, giving him that dazzling smile that he fell for when they first met.

"Love you too."

꧁ ꧂

It's loud in this club, so loud. But Soarynn didn't come here for peace and quiet.

She weaves her way through the crowd, ignoring the blatant stares she gets from all the perverted men who frequent this establishment. She finally reaches the bar where she orders the strongest alcohol they can serve before she sits on the barstool, bringing her drink to her lips as she surveys the room.

She sees many familiar faces, all the men who work for Coriolanus have filtered their way into the crowd and are dancing like a mass murder isn't about to occur tonight. Coriolanus had instructed the men to act normal, dance with people if they could help it. She finds Festus letting it all out on the dancefloor, having a little too much fun for someone who's supposed to be working.

Finally, she sees him, her target.

Felix Ravenstill is sitting in a private booth surrounded by both girls and alcohol, having the absolute time of his life. Soarynn finishes the last of her drink before she propels herself towards his private section, her eyes sultry, her body on display, her lips curled in a flirtatious smile. She can feel a pair of eyes on her and they don't belong to Felix. She suspected that Coriolanus might get jealous, but she needs to do her job, his feelings don't matter right now.

She finally locks eyes with Felix and does her best to act as if she's fallen in love on the spot. It works like a charm. She approaches his section but is stopped by a giant-looking bodyguard who could snap her neck in seconds if he wanted to. "Let her in," Felix slurs, waving her towards him. Soarynn gives the bodyguard her sweetest smile as he unclips the velvet rope and lets her pass.

Felix is quick to shoo all the other girls away and they all give Soarynn their most lethal glares as they pass by her, their chins held high. Soarynn grabs the last girl by the arm and leans in closer, "Get you and your friends out of here," she whispers, momentarily locking eyes with the girl whose eyes widen and she nods, pulling away from Soarynn and chasing after her friends.

Soarynn turns her attention back to Felix and smiles, "Hello," she purrs, sliding in next to him. His hands wander quickly until he has one arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him, "You're too beautiful to be a dump like this," he tells her, and his breath reeks of alcohol. Soarynn ignores it though and giggles, "You think I'm beautiful?" Felix eagerly nods, "So pretty," he slurs, his other hand fumbling to find another drink to throw back.

Soarynn keeps him talking for a while, keeps him drinking more importantly. She flirts and laughs at all his bad jokes and acts surprised when he tells her who he is. "You're President Ravenstill's son?" She asks, feigning surprise. Felix smirks, his hand traveling down her body and squeezing her ass, "Sure am. Have you ever been fucked by a future President?" Soarynn has to fight the urge to throw up as she shakes her head, "Not yet," she answers.

That's all he needs to hear before he suggests they go upstairs. Right according to plan. Soarynn follows him up the creaky stairs that are sticky from all the drinks that have been spilled no doubt. His bodyguard lingers at the bottom of the stairs, "Don't come up here!" Felix calls, wagging his finger, "You don't wanna hear her screaming my name for the next hour." Soaryn giggles and throws her arms around his neck, "Hurry Felix, I need you."

She's never been up here, or inside this club for that matter but she knows the layout like the back of her hand since Sejanus has drilled her on it a thousand times. She knows exactly which door to open and which room to stumble in. Sure enough, they stumble into a room with a small bed and wallpaper that has little roses all over it.

Felix is on her in seconds, his hands roaming all over her body, trying to literally rip the dress off of her, "C'mon take it off," he whines, "you know you want it." How many times has she heard that before?

"Haven't you ever heard of foreplay," she quips, her hands running up and down the front of his shirt. She shoves him towards the bed and he nearly topples onto the floor but manages to get onto the mattress. It's only a matter of keeping him busy while work is done downstairs. Soarynn sits on his lap as they kiss, all the while gunshots can be heard from downstairs.

Felix hears a gunshot or a scream once or twice but Soarynn quickly pulls him back into their lustful little bubble. Soarynn is getting more and more nervous with every second that passes by. Where is everyone?

Felix is getting more and more handsy and right before he can unzip her dress, his bodyguard busts through the door, his face smeared with blood, "Boss! It was an ambush! The Thorns are here!" Before he can utter another word a gun goes off and he falls to the floor. Soarynn makes a big show of gasping as they watch the big man topple to the ground, his eyes wide as he dies.

Felix swears and shoves Soarynn off of him, his eyes nervously looking out into the hallway where Festus is standing, a wild look on his face. "My boss told me to wait for him,” Festus drawls as he walks into the room, but I think I'll have you to myself Felix." Soarynn shoots him a look, "Festus," she hisses, knowing how furious Coriolanus will be if Festus fucks this all up because of his pride and lack of control.

Fexlis's eyes widen and he looks back at Soarynn, realization dawning on him. "You knew?! You bitch!" Soarynn feels frozen in her spot while watching this all play out but she snaps out of it when Festus aims his gun at Felix, "The odds were never in our favor," he says. Soarynn slips her hand under her dress, her fingers finding the knife she strapped to her thigh and she doesn't hesitate to pull it out before throwing it at Festus, the blade catching him right in the throat.

He gasps and drops his gun, his hands flying to his throat. Soarynn watches the pitiful scene as Festus attempts to pull the knife out, only making it worse. He stumbles backwards out into the hall where he hits the wall. There's too much blood and not enough time. Soarynn watches Festus take his last breath before he slides down the wall, his eyes wide open as blood begins to pool from his mouth.

Felix swears and grabs the gun Festus dropped, tucking it behind him in the waistband of his pants, "Fucking Thorns," he mumbles, wiping his brow, his hands are shaking, He's in shock. He looks over his shoulder and glares at Soarynn who's sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the bed, her breaths growing uneven, "He tried to shoot me!" That stupid statement is what draws Soarynn out of her haze and she slowly pushes herself from the floor, "He didn't," she says calmly. The bodyguard is too heavy to move but he isn't entirely blocking the doorway.

She can hear more shouting from downstairs, she hears Sejanus let out a pained scream. It seems this ambush hasn't gone according to plan. Then she hears it, hears him.

"SOARYNN! SOARYNN WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Her heart clenches at his pained voice. At how Coriolanus still cares enough to try to find her amidst the chaos. She can hear him climbing the steps, hear the gasp he lets out when he sees Festus. Soarynn sighs, it's all gotten so much more complicated now. Felix is slowly collecting himself behind her and she listens to him shakily push himself up from the floor, "This is a mess," he mutters, "a bloody fucking mess."

She sees Coriolanus crouching down to check on Festus, swearing when he finds no pulse. Then she feels a hand wrap around her throat and another around her waist, "You little fucking whore," Felix hisses in her ear, "almost got me killed, and for what?" He steers them towards his bodyguard where he crouches down, bringing her with him as one of his hands fumbles around until he finds a gun hidden on his bodyguard's body and grabs it before pressing the barrel to the side of Soarynn's head, "There we go," he whispers, "now we're even." Soarynn lets out a whimper and watches Coriolanus slowly turn to look into the room, a sheer look of horror washes over his face when he sees her with a gun to her head.

Coriolanus takes a few steps toward them but Felix tightens his grip on the gun before jamming it into her head and Soarynn lets out a pained cry, "Don't come any closer," he warns Coriolanus, his voice manic, "unless you wanna see her paint the walls red."

Coriolanus clenches his jaw and gives Soarynn a look full of sorrow, "I told you to get out as soon as you could", he says, his voice so hoarse. Soarynn feels tears pricking in her eyes, "I know you did," she whispers. Felix lets out a bitter laugh, "Looks like the little bitch can't take orders, huh Coriolanus?" Soarynn's throat closes up at the snide remark and it does nothing to calm down Coriolanus who's already fuming. "Just let her go," he says calmly.

Felix presses the gun further into her skin, "Now why would I do that? I clearly can't trust any of these idiots in here so why would I trust you? A thorn in my side since the beginning." Coriolanus meets her eyes again and Soarynn desperately wants to convey a single message.

Run.

But she can't. She's trapped between a rock and a hard place. Coriolanus turns his gaze to Felix and he looks downright murderous as he drops his gun onto the floor. "There," he says, kicking it towards her and Felix for good measure, "just let her go and I'll call my men off. You can walk out safely, you have my word." The mission isn't jeopardized anymore, it's fucked. Soarynn lets out a shaky breath, "Coriolanus please, just go."

Coriolanus shakes his head, his eyes trained on her now, "No. No, I love you, I'm not losing you."

Soarynnlets out a sob as she knows what's bound to happen next, "I'm sorry." His expression softens, "It's not your fault."

The next five seconds seem to move in slow motion as she reaches behind Felix, grabbing the gun from his waistband. All that training Coriolanus forced her to do pays off when she brings the gun in front of her and pulls the trigger.

The sound of a gun going off is what wakes Soarynn up from the lie she's been living for the past three months.

She lets the tears fall free as they watch Coriolanus fall to the ground, a bullet piercing his heart.

Felix lets out a sigh of relief and releases her from his grip, "For fucks sake, took you long enough."

Soarynn is silent as she sinks to the floor, her hands gently reaching out for Coriolanus. He's crouched down, gripping his chest. Soarynn cups his face with her hands, slowly pulling him up to face her, "I loved you," he croaks, his eyes full of betrayal. Soarynn sniffles, "I know. I know you did." His breaths are labored, his hands trembling, "Goodbye Coriolanus," she whispers, pressing one last kiss to his lips.

It's pitful how he returns it, sounding like a wounded animal seeking out comfort as he returns his kiss. She feels it, his last breath before he dies.

A hand on her shoulder reminds her of the harsh reality she lives in, "You did good," Felix says, "I knew I could count on you." Soarynn nods and wipes her tears with the back of her hand before looking up at the man she loves.

The man that she loved who sat her down that night and told her that it was over.

What a clever lie they had come up with for her to infiltrate the Thorns and take them down from the inside.

And Coriolanus had believed every one of her lies. He fell in love with her.

Dumb decision.

Soarynn doesn't wanna feel her her heart is ripping, since she was out on the town with a simple mission.

She pushes herself up from the floor and regains her composure, letting Felix rest his hand on the small of her back.

He laughs as they walk past the dead body of Coriolanus Snow, “He looked so heartbroken,” he tells her before pressing a kiss to the side of her temple. Soarynn feigns a smile, knowing that it’ll be a grand celebration once they go downstairs now that the thorns are defeated. “Sorry for calling you a bitch by the way,” he says, “just got caught up in the moment.” Soarynn simply hums, not trusting herself to respond right now. Soarynn at the top of the stairs.

A roar of cheers hits them as they appear at the top of the stairs and Felix lets go of her to run down the stairs and celebrate with his men, leaving Soarynn at the top of the stairs.

She looks back at the room one last time where Coriolanus is lying on the floor. She shakes her head and mumbles to herself before heading downstairs to celebrate. 

“Just a heart broke bitch.” 

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[goodluckclove]

Various "Failures" From My Google Docs

Good morning! I'm at my usual coffee shop and got inspired by the troubles of a few friends to embarrass myself.

Sit down with me. I'm enjoying my usual blended chai. There's room on the couch if you'd like to join me.

So I've written thirteen novels. I think thirteen, I've actually lost count. Let's say, like, five full-length plays and twelve to fourteen finished novels. Impressive, right? Maybe. I'm realizing that I consider that not much of a brag, if only because I know the amount of trips and stumbles it took to get to one completed project.

I've ditched a lot of ideas. A lot. If I need to I can dig into my old hard drives to find all the doc files from my youth, but I also have the same Google Docs I've had since middle school.

It's mostly plays and ghostwriting assignments, but if you did you'll find some snippets from my constant attempts at growth.

Some stuff like this is okay. The line "hair slicked back/suit black silk" is pretty good, but a little too the writer thinks they're clever for me now. I don't really remember where I planned to go with this. I think the narrator was somehow going to be given the identity of Roy Fontaine. I was really fixated on the surname Fontaine at the time. I don't know why.

But then there's also a lot of stuff like this:

Hey look it's Fontaine again! I guess he's a doctor, too! Also I am astounded by how casually the main character just pulls out the Necronomicon. He pulls it out? From where? His pocket? Is it a zine?

I don't know why, but something about how suddenly this jumps in terms of dropping specifics makes me think that Sonic the Hedgehog is about to show up. I can't explain it.

This is the only thing in a Doc titled "Psychosis". I have zero memory of what I was planning on doing with this. What's kind of crazy though is that I wrote this in 2014, and six years later I'll use essentially this exact bit in a finished novel without even realizing it.

Another bit from 2014. No clue what I planned to do with this. It's hilarious to me that something stopped me from finishing the sentence. What am I, Franz Kafka writing The Tower? I didn't die. I wasn't raptured. I just apparently tried to think of something a large oak door would do and immediately gave up. It was 2014 I had finished, like, four novels. And this idea was fully stalled by what had to be a fucking huge oak door.

My favorite part of this radio play I tried to write is that somehow, believe it or not - when I wrote this I did not fully understand the Quantum Suicide thought experiment. And for along time I still kind of thought that this could be salvaged into a good idea, until last night when I asked my wife to put on a video describing the experiment and I immediately found it so dumb. Just ridiculously stupid. The only good thing about Quantum Mickey is that the title kicks ass and I'm definitely keeping it for something.

I've written a lot. A lot. I've earned the severity of carpal tunnel I currently have. If I had to put it into a statistic, I'd say maybe seventy percent ends up finished. fifty percent ends up polished to be read or published. Thirty percent actually ends up being read or published. I'm okay with this, because I enjoy the work. But for me, part of enjoying the work is not panicking when a project doing work.

If I need to end a project in the middle of a sentence, I do. I've clearly proven that I do. Sometimes I write for thirty pages and lose interest, other times I get a paragraph in and get distracted forever. That's okay.

That's okay. As long as you're doing something.

I could've included segments of Carnation, my first novella that was supposed to be a novel but I never finished it. But I fucking guess that's getting it's own post when I hit 150 followers so I hope you're prepared for what the type of stuff I enjoyed in middle school.

There's an Irish child that speaks exclusively in slang. You aren't ready.

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[oatbugs]

pls i need to provide updates

#basically yesterday night was chaharshanbe suri . which is a solar new yr tradition where we let go of the past suffering in our year #and like...start the new yr w fresh vigour . anyway so my friend was at the event and we were abt to leap over the fire #and she was like bro im im glad u blocked her (situationship) etc etc . and then. my phone started vibrating. and i look at it. and my f #friend looks at it. and its her. and were both like what the fuck?? i blocked her things r Over and anyway so i pick up the phone and shesl #acting like nothing happened (bc nothing DID happen for her) and she was like ohh ur doing chaharshanbe suri im not doing anything etc what #are ur new yr plans so i jusr .IDK WHY I DID THIS . but ig i didnt wanna come off as like lonely i said probably hanging out w family and #friends maybe reading poetry together . et cetera and she was like wait that sounds so fun why didnt u invite me! #LIKE WDYM YOUVE BEEN CONSISTENTLY MAKING IT CLEAR U DONT WANT TO BE IN MY PRESENCE . and i told her that after #everything i thought she didnt want to see me again and she was like you always think that 😐 . like. ?? ok anyway so she expects me to #invite her . and like. there is an above 0% but sub-5% chance she will actually show up . but the panic that gripped me #i started making calls to my friends asking them if they can come on the 23rd bc there must be an event and also i asked my mother #and she said actually yeah i am doing a thing on the 23rd :D it involves over 16 ppl (we live in a v small flat) of which like...7 are kids #so you wont have space to be in ur own room let alone invite others. which tbh like ...being around a bunch of loud kids doesnt seem fun fo #any of my friends or me etc so i thought maybe i should arrange things so that we all go out together and if she shows up she shows up 🤷‍♀️ #but . im so. WHY DID I SAY THAT . i had to panic-call my research partner and ask him to get from oxf to where i live on the 23rd #and when he heard the explanation he like. the light in his voice disappeared 💀 but he potentially agreed so idk #THE ISSUE IS. 23rd im supposed to also have . a date #w this girl that i had a huge crush on when i was 15-16 (posted abt this b4 but id get shitty black coffee in the mornings just to spend a #few more minuted w her each day and she was the cleverest girl in school and she cared abt nothing but her academics but now shes very gay #scraggly homosexual etc etc shes cute) and YEAH IDK #like id have to go there on the date come back fast meet ppl POTENTIALLY (again under 5%) meet situationship girl #like is that even doable #but the thing is it would be so so so funny bc all of my friends dislike her sooo much #.........what if i invited the girl im supposed to have a date w over to hang out w us #god that would be so hilarious and chaotic . i wont do it tho im a mature person x #but it would be soooo funny #I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT DUE TMRW 12:30PM IT IS 10:49PM RN I HAVENT STARTED IT bc i was rotting sadly in bed #popped a ritalin pill tho so here we go x #i have found myself in a state of such sheer agony and rage and sorrow and grief over this girl that atp i feel like #its just so entertaining . like i feel vaguely over it? ik nothing will come of it so its like just . have fun . vibe

[essektheylyss]

Because it's the first song on my afternoon daylist, sometimes I just idly remember how Castle put its eponymous character intro to "Everybody Loves Me" by OneRepublic, and honestly, what an utterly correct choice.

#for the record the title is 'main character castle wednesday afternoon' #castle NOT in reference to the show obvs. it informs me i listen to 'nostalgia' and 'medieval' on Wednesday afternoons. #whatever the FUCK that means #this is after 'heroic role playing game wednesday morning' and 'heroic horror movie afternoon' #honestly i just wanna track all of my daylists for a month straight and then analyze them. see what that says about me. #here's my thing. if you only listened to your daylist ever would it then turn into a positive feedback loop of the same things? #since it's designed to fit exactly in the time before it next changes #on another note I did go looking at Spotify taxonomist job descriptions today. for funsies. #not cuz I want to work for Spotify but cuz i am BEGGING them to let me see the guts of this fucking classification scheme. #supposedly a portion of this is a CV! TO WHAT EXTENT IS IT CONTROLLED I GOTTA KNOW #HOW DO WE GET TO 'MAIN CHARACTER CASTLE' #HELLO #i imagine the titles are only semi controlled if at all but the 'genres' probably are #but like. even then. what the FUCK is 'nostalgia' #honestly looking at the playlist of nostalgia is actually fucking WILD why is DNCE on here. with patd and mcr. and omam. #CLOSER. WHAT THE FUCK. ALONG WITH BRITNEY'S IF YOU SEEK AMY. HELLO. #anyway I'm once again ranting about spotify's recommendation algorithms what else is new

[plushiehamuko]

maybe tenkaede is just another sapphic ship to you. but to ME i see tenko and see someone who’s never had trouble being vulnerable. who’s always put her heart on the line with everything she does. who isn’t afraid to show emotion freely. and then i see kaede and she’s never had that. she’s always felt this responsibility for other people’s emotions; she’s a pillar to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, so when does she have time to cry herself? tenko and kaede have a lot in common, but it’s due to their differences that they complete each other.

#squishy talks too much #it’s almost 3 am i am gonna sleep and finish this thought in the morning #<- hi i’m back #anyways tenko is vulnerable and open in a way nobody else in the game is #only she can connect with kaede in that way #only she can take that girl by the shoulders and look her in the eyes and tell her #that it’s ok for her to be vulnerable too #that she needs to prioritize her own emotional well-being too #that she doesn’t need to be a pillar for her friends’ sake bc nobody can expect that of anybody #this is why i never like her shipped with anyone else that much #bc sure #she has plenty of dynamics that are cute #but who’s going to look at her and notice her struggles when she’s so good at brushing them off? #that is something tenko is uniquely qualified to do #she did it for himiko when nobody else could tell her what she needed to hear #all i’m saying is. they could have been everything #about tenkos <3 #about kaedes <3

[julie-su]

Quick doodle of Hecate the ant. I am drawing so much, but showing so little, it's mo-o-ostly shorthand quick'uns as I pour my life and soul into that dang comic XD

Hec, child of Archimedes, mentor of Julie-Su and Lara-Su. Except, oops - they're not supposed to be training Lara-Su just yet... Bad ant! -squirt bottle-

#Did I even say I drew my future JS in not-shorthand for the first time the other day?! delighted how much her ju-su-ness shines through. #I was scared that she didn't look a thing like JS. That I'd messed her up for good. But no - she looked scarily like my girl XD #on the cover of LSC I mean #not. not to be confused with TLSC #... why did we do that again?! That was not my choice -wheeze- #-shakes fist- EMMA LEMUR #... This is also the ant that Zara-Ra tried to eat. Did NOT learn from grandpa #Anyways I am doing things with the fire ant council #everybody forgets the fire ant council :( #HECCY #.. I wasn't going to call her Hecate.. But I remembered Hecate the Geckate and I wanted to #This comic is getting all of my life and soul in it anyways. That art room is my own art room when I was a teen. Hec the Geck can live on #through Hecate #We even have a catweazle-like magpie named after my youngest sib's magpie character :P (with permission) #I think art is about leaving little bits of yourself in there. #Anyways the whole dumb comic is just a test of my abilities to adhere to industry standards #Gotta use that comic art qualification somewhere XD #I think I can get issue 1 under my belt. I'd like to do issue 2 but I'm going to go for as many issues until I have enough other obligation #to no longer have time to do a fancomic. #right now?! this is motivating me to get up in the mornings XD #tho yesterday I slept in. when my muscles ache too hard I get really tired and I just sleep. They don't tell you that about being disabled #hurting a lot? makes you really fckin tired. #.. Essay in the tags. Eh. Hecate the ant