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neoflect · 11 days

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sharing some of my disorganized jojo musical thoughts now that ive had a week to sit on it and ive rewatched it several times over. i intended to wait to publish something like this until a subtitled version was available, but im not seeing any indication that thats happening any time soon so for now youll have to deal with my loose interpretations from my extremely rudimentary and rusty japanese… so take what i have to say about the finer points of characterization with a grain of salt. gratuitous spoilers below obviously, both for the original source material and the changes made in the stage production

my feelings are OVERWHELMINGLY positive. of course there are things i can criticize or that i would have personally done differently but oh man… i have literally not thought about anything besides this fucking show for a week. im 100% confident in saying this is a better adaptation of the source material than the tv anime. sorry to the davidpro staff, i respect their hard work and their love for jojo and their dedication to what is by any metric a pretty difficult property to adapt off of the page, but i dont know if i can ever forgive them for leaving half of the first episode’s storyboard on the cutting room floor in order to fit a standard half-hour tv slot, especially considering that what they cut is some of the really crucial character-building stuff. happily those scenes are not only reproduced in the stage version, some of them are expanded upon!

with the quick disclaimer that i’ve only managed to get my hands on the final 4/14 performance with shotaro arisawa and yoshihisa higashiyama, from what i’ve seen the casting is perfect. i’m sure there’s a rip of the 4/13 performance somewhere (i’ve seen clips) but i haven’t been able to find one… every single performer knocks it out of the fucking park, the cast chemistry is incredible and even the minor characters are loaded with charisma. and mamoru miyano… my god… mamoru miyano i owe you an apology. i was not familiar with your game. of course hes been killing it for decades at this point but i had soured on him a little bit recently because i felt like he was overcast in everything and i just didnt connect with his dnt reinhard at all, so when the casting was initially announced back in august i was underwhelmed, and of course my standards for the dio role in particular were astronomically high… i’ll go more into detail later in the post because i have so so many things to say about dio’s characterization here but mamoru miyano’s performance is like, life-changing. i had impossible expectations and he exceeded them.

sorry if im gushing. i am a hater by nature. its unusual for me to be so thoroughly pleased with something. im not even a musical theater guy. these are strange new feelings for me.

just to balance things out i’ll talk about a couple of the things that didn’t really work for me: first of all, the music is just ok. my initial draft of this post called the music “bad” but three additional viewings later i have warmed up to some of the songs. i don’t know if this is a shortcoming by dove attia as the composer or if it’s just me, as i said i’m not a musical guy and a lot of the genre conventions of musical theatre are not really the things i look for in music that i enjoy, but like… even at their worst they are serviceable. nothing here is sonically unpleasant to me. high points are “resolve of the ripple” (zeppeli’s hamon training song, a jazzy swing number - it’s simply catchy and fun to listen to) and the closer “phantom blood” (a sweeping ballad that reprises the earlier “light and darkness”/”golden spirit” leitmotifs into an epic duet between jonathan and dio as they join hands and walk off into the darkness together… made me cry! i wont lie! on every single one of my numerous viewings this one got me misty eyed!)

wait i forgot this is supposed to be the part where i’m being critical. ok my most loathed song in the musical is “dio’s world”. sorry dio nation. it doesn’t really work for me. i think this might be a case of my standards/expectations being too impossibly high because it’s not even really the worst song in the whole thing. and of course miyano eats it up so it’s not really his fault. i just find it kind of underwhelming… i find the melody a little grating, it’s kind of just a generic rock number, it’s just missing a particular je ne sais quoi…. the essence of dio isn’t there… lyrically though i am obsessed with the premise of dio recruiting his minions by selling himself as a kind of social revolutionary who is upending and inverting the brutal hierarchy of post-industrial victorian society with zombie blood magic. you win some you lose some.

the second sticking point for me is the costumes. they’re perfectly serviceable… adequate… but i mean when it comes to jojo “serviceable” and “adequate” costume design obviously falls well below what’s expected, right? a lot of the outfits have kind of a boxy, almost flat-looking kind of unflattering fit on the actors, which if i wanted to be generous i could attribute to the challenge of bridging the gap between these frail slender musical theater twinks and the two-meter-tall 250lb roided-out beefcakes theyre meant to be embodying. (bearing this discrepancy in mind a lot of the insane martial arts stuff in the second act doesn’t really land with the oomph that it should, but i also understand logistically why this kind of casting is not practical, and all things considered i think shotaro arisawa does a really incredible job of embodying jonathan joestar even though he kind of looks like i could snap him in half over my knee like a twig. he’s very cute. so i’m not mad about it.) of course, again, logistically, i understand that in a stage musical production, where actors only have minutes to complete costume changes, some sacrifices have to be made to the creative vision in the name of practicality. nevertheless this is jojos bizarre adventure!! i want to see some fucking baubles!!!!!!

which is all to say that… after carefully considering it for some weeks… i still have extremely mixed feelings about dio’s grink ass feather bathrobe look. it’s not that i dont think its something he could wear (the concept of dio lounging around in his gothic vampire palace doing re-animator style body horror experiments on the local wildlife in this “officer i have no idea what happened to my husband”-ass nightgown is nothing short of hysterical to me) but then he wears it into combat and i felt a little disappointed… it has the same unflattering fit issue as the other outfits in the show, and it is just such an un-araki-like design… where are the gaudy color combinations? the bizarre geometric patterns? the tease of an exposed boob/thigh/midriff? erina gets a stage-original dress design that i have fewer issues with because the excessive pleats and ruffles have more of an araki-esque sensibility, but every time i look at dio’s robe it feels like there’s something missing. i’m going to choose to be nice about it because it’s not at all a deal breaker and, again, mamoru miyano devours the look. it’s fine. it’s always fun to have a new dio outfit. if anything, the fact that the blu-rays are being marketed as “2024 cast version” gives me hope for the possibility of a future production with a new vision for the costume design. (although the fact that this was such a difficult production - with stunts and pyrotechnics and moving setpieces - that its entire first week was cancelled indicates to me that the prospects for a future production from a different company are impossibly slim. i guess there’s always hope?)

in terms of the writing and the changes that were made from the original narrative, honestly i don’t really have an issue with anything that was cut. sorry if there are any diehard stans of Poco’s Unnamed Sister out there who are steamed that their favorite minor late phantom blood character got the axe, i kind of understand how you feel because i’ve been malding over david pro cutting the Danny Lore for eleven years, but i think it was the right choice and the story flows so much better. the real juicy meat at the core of phantom blood as a narrative and the thing that brings it head and shoulders above so much of the rest of jjba is the character-driven drama - that deliciously pulpy victorian gothic family tragedy - and the relationship between jonathan and dio. the musical beefs up the character drama and slims down the action-driven second half by trimming out the extraneous battles. the only real downside i see to this is that the absence of tompetty and his prophecy makes zeppeli’s arc and death feel INSANELY abrupt, but tbf that’s not a deal breaker for me. sorry zeppeli. you were born to die.

okay. okay. i think 1500 words into the post is enough fucking around so let’s talk about the real reason why you and i both know we’re here

musical dio is SO fucking sad. he’s positively wretched, you guys. he was born in a wet cardboard box all alone and forced to eat cement when he was six. he cries even more than he does in the source material and even when he’s not crying he frequently delivers his lines as though he is moments away from bursting into tears. back when the musical first opened i was snooping on the reactions on jpn twitter and one commenter said they could see miyano’s tears and snot from the nosebleeds even without opera glasses, a remark i initially assumed was hyperbole but that i now think probably was not. araki’s dio is certainly tortured and a deeply pathetic crybaby beneath all the cruelty and posturing, but changes in the musical and miyano’s embodiment of the character bring this pathos to the fore. he is literally haunted: dario’s ghost lingers, a manifestation of all of dio’s traumas and insecurities that emerges from the recesses of his memory to taunt him with the reminder that he will always be his father’s son, all the way up until the very minute that jonathan breaks down the door to his vampire lair. i am OBSESSED with this - not only for the obvious reason that i delight in dio’s suffering personally but also because kong kuwata is a delight and he fucking kills it every time. also lends itself to a category 10 leitmotif moment at the top of the second act when dio emerges from the charred ruins of the joestar estate singing dario’s theme and calling out to jonathan - if i had to pinpoint this is probably the moment when this musical stuck for me as the Real Deal. they Get It.

the first solo number in the show is dio’s disney princess I Want song (amazingly, simply titled “dio”) where he weeps for his late mother and his wretched lot in life, and then - in a creative decision that made me clap my hands and hoot and holler at my screen in real life - there is a reprise of this number (delivered, naturally, through tears) when dio is almost arrested for murder and decides to become a vampire instead. so there’s this amazing hopeful uplifting inspirational orchestral music accompanying the onstage action of dio ruthlessly slaying jonathan’s dad and then getting pumped full of lead by a bunch of cops. it is brilliant. 10/10 no notes. it’s moments like this that i think really sell the “softening” of dio in the stage version for me, even though i am historically Not A Fan of fanworks that take a similar angle - like, yes, he is sad, but specifically he is narcissistically obsessed with the spectacle of his own suffering, he is boiling over with bitterness and rage for everyone around him who (by his own estimation) could never hope to have suffered as much as he has. this sensitivity and self-pity he wallows in are not expressions of a guilty conscience or a desire to change - they’re entirely the opposite - every cruel and monstrous deed dio commits is always justified to himself because he is simply the saddest little boy who has ever existed. he has been done wrong by the world and so there is no limit to the depravity he may reasonably respond with. i’ve seen several commenters describe this as a drastically different interpretation of the character from araki’s dio (and someone told me on twitter that mamoru miyano himself has also said this, but i cba to go digging for an actual source so take it with a grain of salt?), but i… dont think thats the case! dio’s obsession with his own weakness and his self-perception as the eternal underdog (as compared to jonathan) are certainly more exaggerated in miyano’s performance, but i don’t think this is an angle to the character that’s been manufactured out of whole cloth. the genre conventions of the stage musical force the melodrama up to eleven and dio’s incredibly repressed angst is the most rich vein to mine for that. hair-trigger sadist dio is still here, it’s the same guy, he’s still killing people mercilessly, you’re just getting to see him sing a big ballad about his feelings instead of confining those to an internal monologue.

if anything, the exaggeration of dio’s pathetic/cowardly/crybaby traits combined with his megalomaniacal aspirations and bottomless well of cruelty is just right. it’s perfect. fucking around, finding out, and then trying to weasel his way out of the consequences with crocodile tears just so you don’t see him drawing his knife to cut you clean open… yeah. thats the stuff. thats my one true blorbo. sad to say i will love him for ten thousand years.

i think that might be all i have to say… or at least all i feel like saying here… most likely ill come back and edit this post later. i certainly have some additional thoughts and some more esoteric/controversial takes but they’re not suited for a public blog. real ones will understand. im keeping my eyes peeled for somebody to translate this thing but to be frank i am kind of enjoying this little corner of fandom as it is right now: just the asians and the true hardcore phantom blood phreaks. i have not had this much fun in jojo fandom in almost a fucking decade. as soon as somebody publishes an english version my timelines going to get flooded with all the most deeply annoying “kono dio da” “speedwagon waifu” reddit guys and 15 year olds and my suffering will proceed. unfortunately this is my lot in life and i am doomed to be here forever because dio put a worm in my brain

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imagineredwood · 2 months

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Summoned

Summary: The guys all share you, their perfect girl, but when Bishop requests you first thing in the morning and finds out that someone has already gotten to you early, he's not exactly thrilled.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x female reader

Warnings: Free use implied, oral sex female receiving, overstimulation, quite literally flicking the bean 🫘

Word count: 1K

A/N: ........not requested, I’ve just had this in my brain and drafts for a long time and have been holding off, not sure if this was gonna land well but I finally said fuck it and found the courage to post it and now we’re here. Probably going to turn it into a series like the Crybaby one

The hand on your lower back was warm as it touched you gently. You paused pouring the coffee into the mug and turned, finding EZ standing there with a smile. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek near your eye, your lashes ticking him as your eye fluttered closed.

"Bish wants to see you."

You nodded, a small bashful smile coming to your lips. EZ used the hand on your back to usher you towards the Templo door and you went, knocking gently even though you were requested. His voice was muffled when it told you to come in but you still heard it. You slid the door and walked in, Bishop's eyes on you as soon as you appeared. His eyes raked over you.

Taking in the sway of your hips as you walked.

The way your breasts looked so soft in your top, your nipples slightly visible. They weren't hard, but you had long since stopped wearing bras in the clubhouse when it was just the boys and you. He watched your thighs as they led out of your shorts, smooth and begging to be bit. Bishop was gentle with you, mostly. But he could also be harsh sometimes. Deep bites and sharp spanks. Especially when he felt undermined or disregarded.

And this week he had been made to feel both plenty.

You walked all the way up to him, hands folded neatly in front of you as you looked at him, waiting. He simply took a long drag from his cigar, eyes dark and lusting as they stared up at you.

"Shorts off. Sit in front of me."

His other hand tapped the table right in front of him and you nodded, shimmying out of your shorts and hopping up onto the table. You sat there still, legs slightly spread, hands resting on the table on either side of your knees. Bishop continued to smoke, eyes on you.

"Lean back a little."

You listened and moved your hands behind you, propping yourself up a bit as you leaned back.

"Good girl. You always do what you're told."

You smiled softly, the tiny breath you let out at the praise running straight to the President's cock.

"Because that's what you are. Right? You're a good girl for us? You take whatever we give you with a smile?"

You nodded again, your eyes bright and Bishop could tell all your thoughts were melting away.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, Bishop."

He took a deep drag again before putting the cigar down to rest on the ashtray, leaning forward. His fingers were warm as they trailed over the front of your panties, running up and down along your slit. He watched your breathing quicken but he kept up with his teasing for a handful of minutes before he finally hooked his index finger in the corner of the fabric, pulling it to the side and exposing your pussy to him. It was puffy, more so than usual, and he chucked, knowing exactly what had taken place.

"Angel ate you out this morning, didn't he."

You giggled breathlessly and nodded.

"Uh, yeah. He woke me up."

Bishop nodded, knowing exactly how your sensitive skin looked when the bearded man eagerly ravaged you with his mouth. They all did. Angel would pin your hips down with his forearms and you had nowhere to escape from the scratch of the coarse hair nor his unrelenting tongue. Bishop chuckled and tapped his finger against your clit, getting the exact jolt from you that he was expecting.

"Poor little thing. Must be so sensitive."

You nodded and bit your lip as you looked down and watched him. You knew him well enough to know the sympathy was inauthentic. His hand reared back and delivered a slap, your thighs closing slightly of their own volition. It wasn't a hard slap, but the sensitivity heightened the feeling. He did it again, and again, then once more, chucking darkly at your soft whimpers. He cupped you with his hand and then rubbed along you, using the palm of his hand to dig into your lips and clit each time his hand reached your mound. He removed his hand then and you sighed, thinking that maybe he was done with the torture. Instead, he used his fingers to spread you open, your clit bare and fully exposed. You swallowed, eyes trained on him, wondering what he was going to do next. You expected maybe another slap. Perhaps a kiss if he was feeling generous.

You weren't expecting the sharp direct flick that had you squealing. Your thighs instinctively tried to close but Bishop wedged his shoulders forward, forcing them open.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were playing favorites."

You shook your head feverishly, eyes trained on him.

"No, no. Of course not."

The President stared at you for a handful of seconds more, your eyes pleading. For what exactly, you weren't sure, but he nodded once and then placed his hands on your hips, dragging you closer to his mouth. He didn't say anything else after that, simply burying his face into you. He attacked your clit on purpose, knowing Angel had likely not taken it easy on you.

Neither would he.

He kissed and sucked and moaned and growled and laved his tongue against you, hands preventing you from getting away as your hips bucked and writhed. It didn't take long for you to reach the edge, hands gripping his forearms, your nails biting into his skin as you came. By the time your vision had returned, he was sitting back in his chair again, cigar between his lips once again. You sat back upright and he chuckled at the state of you.

Eyes glazed over. Mouth hung open ever so slightly. Cheeks warm. Chest heaving. He admired you, drinking in your beauty as you sat before him trying to gather yourself. You were wrecked and he hadn't even taken his cock out yet.

Yet.

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byoldervine · 4 months

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How To Physically Get Up And Start Writing

1. Set requirements. I used to do my work every day at 2pm and I had to stay at my desk for one hour, then I was allowed to leave it or continue if I wanted. If setting aside a specific time/amount of time on the daily doesn’t work, these days I’ve been saying to just get 1000 words by the end of each week, which has meant I can get it done in small pieces, cram it all into Sunday or just breeze through it on Monday to free up my whole week, whatever works out. I’ve consistently been able to go over the requirement and get more writing done since it’s not a huge amount of writing for a whole week

2. How did we get here? I mentioned this on a recent post already, but just doing one or two small steps and telling yourself “I’m not gonna start writing, I’m just gonna get up/sit at my desk/light some candles/put on some writing music” and then doing the steps you’d normally do to set up before writing can help trick your brain into thinking “Okay, well we’re already here, might as well do some writing while we’re at i- hey, wait a minute!”

3. Recalibrating movement controls. If you’re mentally yelling at yourself to get up and make yourself start writing but your body just isn’t responding to you, what helps me sometimes is to move my body a little. Something like tapping your fingers or wiggling your toes can be a good start, then you just build up the movements from there as you’re able until your body is moving enough that you can rock yourself up. If this is a regular problem for you, it might be worth looking into Executive Dysfunction, which can be very common in autistic and ADHD folks, and other tricks that can help with that

4. Help or hinder? Sometimes what works for one person doesn’t work for another, but worse is when what works for one person causes more problems than solutions in another. Is there a writing practice you adopted from someone else that really isn’t working for you? It might be the time to cut it. I personally get really motivated when seeing my word count and how many more words I need to reach my goal, so I’ve plastered it all over the place to help me stay motivated, but a lot of people get discouraged by it and avoid it at all costs unless they want their productivity to take a hit. Don’t do something that isn’t helping you

5. Fear factor. Does anything worry you about your writing that may be discouraging you from doing it? Maybe you’re struggling so hard to make it perfect that you just don’t want to write at all. Maybe you’re reaching the middle and are realising you’re still only halfway through the first draft and the work still left is overwhelming. Maybe you’re nearing the end and you’re too scared to let it all be over. Lean into these fears, reassure yourself and question how you can make it easier for yourself to manage these worries going forward. Sometimes identifying the problem is the hardest step

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thisisnotmeta · 4 months

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Million Dollar Man

Chapter 1

Sent.

There it was—my very first music contract signed.

My hands swiped back and forth between the 'sent' and 'draft' inboxes, confirming the reality of the moment. The air shuddered with anticipation as I blankly stared at my inbox, silently praying for a reply in the mere 1.4 seconds since I hit 'send.'

Fresh out of university last year, I found myself grappling with the realisation that I needed to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. Studying history had its limits—teaching or diving into more debt for a specialised master's degree were the conventional routes. However, nestled in the corners of my life was my little secret—I'd always been a songwriter. It wasn't something anyone really knew about until 3 months ago. After a drunken night in with my mum, I mustered the courage to share one of my demos with her. Her insistence that it was the greatest piece of music she'd ever heard, albeit the expected maternal praise, boosted my confidence. The morning after, armed with nothing more than my shitty Amazon mic and GarageBand, I sent three of my best demos to four different music labels across the country.

In the agonising months of waiting for a reply from any label, hope slipped through my fingers with each passing day. Just when despair threatened to engulf me, a glimmer of possibility emerged two weeks ago. Emails from two labels requesting in-person meetings to discuss my music further landed in my inbox, a lifeline amid the silence. Navigating a whirlwind 24-hour trip to London, I juggled the meetings, fueled by a mix of nerves and excitement. Having returned to my parents' home post-university, my part-time receptionist job became the financial anchor for one day moving out and starting my own new little life.

The journey from the North to London felt long, god it was so long, yet the promise of these potential signings kept me going. The meetings with both labels exceeded expectations, but Dirty Hit held a specific pull on me. They not only understood my musical aspirations but, to my disbelief, I met specifically with the label's founder, Jamie Oborne. A stark contrast to the very very lovely but somewhat underwhelming talent scout at the other label, Dirty Hit resonated with me on every level—the sound, the artists, the team. It felt like a perfect fit, a musical home where my compositions seamlessly blended with their illustrious discography.

The dream was a reality when Jamie extended the signing offer. Without hesitation, I accepted. The train ride back, though again, immensely long, was some of the best fun I’ve ever had. Amidst the clatter of the tracks, I scribbled down fragments for future songs, mapped out my imaginary world tour, envisioned albums, and even planned my Met Gala outfit. The euphoria of realising a lifelong dream had just basically become a reality in a matter of months hadn’t given me any time to process anything. But I was absolutely ready to potentially start something absolutely amazing. And here I was sitting in front of my MacBook, staring blankly at my Gmail.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind, a lot of online meetings, emailing and future discussing. Jamie liked my demos and wanted to get them produced and mixed professionally as well as teach me how to do it myself. I travelled back to London a few times in the weeks prior to practice and test with different producers the team thought I’d mix well with. My most successful session was my most recent, as Dirty Hit expensed a hotel for me for two nights in London to focus on my time in the studio. Ben Gleason, one of Dirty Hit’s leading producers, was someone who truly understood my music and shaped it in a way that I could genuinely hear one of my demos appearing on the radio, it was crazy. His vision and expertise were admirable to anyone. My demo, over the past 15 hours we worked on it, had turned into a real, titled potential single – ‘Million Dollar Man’.

Before I was sent to travel back home, we sent it off to the team to listen to and give feedback. It was a success, thank god. Waiting for the train to come in at Kings Cross, the sound of my ringtone filled my headphones. As I looked at my phone, I wasn’t fazed by the ‘unknown’ number and filled my boredom by answering it anyway.

‘Hello?’ I said in a slow voice, totally expecting some type of phone provider or accident scam, which usually came with answering unknown numbers.

“Hi, is this Camille?” A chirpy, womanly voice replied back to me.

“It is, yeah,” I replied nonchalantly. “Who is this, sorry?”

“Perfect! It’s Holly from Dirty Hit,” She replied. My breathing hitched, okay this phone call was important then and not just fun. This must be Jamie’s assistant, who I met a couple times through our Zoom meetings. “Thought I’d give you a little ring, so you can get my number saved and so I can update you on some things! We’ve just had a meeting today about what we want to do with you in the next few weeks and we went through everything you talked about, and we were thinking about potentially focusing you more on studio time right now, and we are wanting you to build on the songs you are in the process of and create one really really strong song that we can put out as your debut. What are your thoughts on that?”

“I think that’s a great idea! Ben and I were brainstorming a lot of songs that had great potential, so it would be cool to work with him again,” I practically begged through the phone. Ben is most definitely my favourite producer in the three I’d worked with in the short time. As much as I think Million Dollar Man is perfect, there are so many that might even end up better.

“Yeah, Ben is one of the best, especially for your sound,” she agrees, pausing for a second as she clicks what sounds like a pen and takes time to write something down. “We were thinking of sending you and a couple of our producers on a work getaway and maybe taking the time that you are there to write some songs and find your own dynamic with them, what do you think?”

“Of course, I’d love to!” I exclaim through the phone. Walking through the station to get to my soon departing train back home. Amazing, more studio work, more song writing - I have been dreaming of getting phone calls like this for years.

I have so many ideas in my head and written in my notebook just waiting to be explored with real professionals like Ben. I just prayed silently in my head that my quick praise of him would lead them sending him on the getaway along with whoever else they wanted to send with me - probably Joel or Vanna, the other two producers I had worked with in the time I’d been here. Joel’s sound was old school and he loved that classic drum in the background. Of course I didn’t hate it; he always made it sound gorgeous, but I loved the more earthy, tender sounds - songs that you could sit in the bath and vibe/pour your eyes out to. Vanna’s sound was cool, she worked a lot with the 1975, Dirty Hit’s biggest signing. Working with her was very fun, hearing about her stories with them and lots of other big musicians she has produced allowed me to have a little fangirl moment a couple times in the studio.

“Do you have an idea on which producers are coming along?” I continued.

“I’m just gonna give Ben a call and see when he’s available,” she replied. Yes! Thank god. “Thought I’d give you a call first before I called anyone else… but I know you haven’t met yet but Jamie thinks it would be a great opportunity to work with Matty aswell.”

“Matty… Healy, from the 1975?” I stutter. Surely not, I know he worked with Baebadoobee and a couple others on their latest work but surely he wouldn’t take the time to work with someone who’s just starting, would he? I wasn’t a huge 1975 fan, but I knew of their songs and Matty’s work and I admired them a lot. I’d kill to get to the level they are, but all in good time.

“Yeah, actually!” She laughed slightly through the phone. Woah. “He actually works a lot with our artists to establish their sound, you know what I mean? and he’s really talented, I promise. He was a part of our meeting today and he’s got a lot of good ideas that I think you’ll like, not to mention all the advice he can give you with starting out and he can talk you through his own experiences as well.”

“That’s amazing, I love his work!” I smile to myself, probably looking like an idiot in front of all these serious, fast walking Londoners. It seems so unbelievable that Matty Healy would take any time out of his busy schedule to work on my music, he must be bored. “If that’s something he is interested in, then I’d absolutely love to work together on something.”

“Okay, that’s perfect!” She replied. “No, he’s very interested, don’t worry. He went with Beabadoobee on a work getaway a few months ago, working on some new stuff and they made some gorgeous music - think he just wants the bragging rights again really. But, honestly he’s a star, you'll love him.”

As I was settling myself down on the busy train, Holly was writing down my best dates for the trip and ended the phone call pleasantly soon after. A Sunday to Wednesday a few weeks from now was the time they had written down for Matty’s availability and that worked with me! God knows where they were going to take us, but I couldn’t help but get excited. Me, Ben and sexy Matty Healy. I just hope he’s not a dick.

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allbark-no-bite · 2 years

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Expecting the Unexpected || Elvis Presley x reader

summary: an unplanned pregnancy and a draft notice lead to turmoil in the Presley home

word count: 2.5k

warnings: pregnancy, swearing, vomiting

author’s note: finally!! i’ve been sitting on this one for a few weeks, and I really am pleased with how it turned out! im open to requests but can’t promise i’ll get around to them :)

The three pink sticks lie imposingly on the bathroom counter top, as thought I am not already very aware of their existence. My racing heart, which has been elevated since I purchased the tests at the corner store this morning, picks up again when I hear the front door shut. I return my attention to untangling a strand of my hair as Elvis' footsteps echo from downstairs and become louder when he approaches the bedroom.

From the open door, I see him toss his heavy coat onto the bed, and he reaches up to ruffle his hair, which is still disheveled from the wind. He lets out an exasperated sigh. Shuffling slowly, he makes his way round into the bathroom

His usually vibrant blue eyes are sullen as he takes in the scene painted before him. Me crouched against the wall, three pink sticks on the counter, boxes shoved in the trash can. "Waiting?" he finally asks, his voice tense, cautious, and strangely monotone all in the same breath.

"Yeah," I breathe out, slightly surprised that the words make it out of my mouth. My body has not felt like my own since I missed my cycle. I don't trust it anymore, not even to speak.

Elvis just nods quietly, hands shoved in his pockets.

From the floor, I pick at my fingernails, feeling numb. I'd already cried enough today, the image of the perfect life we lived thrown to the wind. There would be no more late night rendezvous spent in expensive dresses and diamonds, drinking champagne, no more red eye flights across the country at the drop of a hat. The rock 'n' roll lifestyle—gone in an instant.

My eyes burn, and I just want to sleep away the misery, pretend that it's not there. "You can probably look at the first one."

Elvis leans over the counter, tilting the stick towards him. There's no hesitation, and I watch as he releases the breath he was holding, the burden he had been preparing to shoulder slipping from his shoulders.

"It's negative. There's only one line."

I jump up from the floor, almost not believing him, but sure enough, when I look, there's only one faint pink line on the test. "Oh, thank God."

Elvis immediately hugs me into his side, the test still clenched in my hand, and I can feel the tension leaking out of both of us. With the moment of peril now behind us, I see our lives returning back to normal once again. The future we had once imagined comes back into view.

However, the relief lasts for only a short lived second. He turns back towards the counter, and I feel Elvis' arm slide from around me. "Baby... this one's got two."

I turn to the counter top as well to peer at the second test in his hand. Two bold pink lines stare back at us. Without a word spoken between us, he snatches the third test, the other clattering into the sink as he drops it. It's hardly been enough time for the last one to develop, but there are already two obvious lines.

My stomach drops. Hands shaking, I pick up the one Elvis had discarded in his previous haste and hold them side by side. Two positive tests. All I can do is stand there, staring at the lines.

This cannot be happening.

Out of the corner of my eye, I am dimly aware of Elvis beside me. His figure hovers in the mirror's reflection, unmoving for a while, his perfect face ashen. He drags his hands through his jet black hair, swearing. "Fuck."

This cannot be happening.

Elvis moves behind me, doubling over the toilet and vomiting. Pensively, I watch him through the mirror. Trembling and shaking, with a sheen of sweat glimmering on his brow, he hunches over, expelling the contents of his stomach. He comes back up coughing and sputtering, his knuckles white against the bathroom counter while he wipes his mouth. He steadies himself for a moment, sucks in a breath of air and closes his eyes before he leans over to retch again. His shoulders shudder with the force of making his body convulse repeatedly.

I close my eyes until he's finished, feeling nauseous myself. Eventually his retching stops and the toilet flushes. He pushes in front of me now, leaning over the sink to splash cold water onto his face.

"What're we going to do?" I whisper faintly.

What the hell were we going to do?

We were young, unmarried, and had been so, so careful. We used protection, avoided certain windows of my cycle when I was most fertile...how could we have been so careless?

My daddy would kill us, no doubt. Elvis' mama would probably cry; she'd raised her son on good southern morals. 'Yes sir' and 'No ma'am', shoes off at the door, church on Sunday, and now he was having a baby out of wedlock. The Colonel was a whole different story. He'd have a stroke. A baby wasn't good for show business. He'd likely swear to Elvis, cursing him for fostering our relationship in the first place. He hadn't liked me before, and he really wasn't going to like me now.

Sniffing, Elvis braces himself against the basin of the sink. His cheeks are still flushed, his head hung low. "I dunno, darlin'. I dunno."

Elvis proposes the next day. He had left the house so swiftly that night that I'd feared he'd run off, leaving me as my mother had sworn he would do when the grass looked greener on the other side. But he returned to me with the only ring that he could find on such short notice and a promise that we'd make it work together.

I cry. He cries. Gladys cries, as I predicted. But she then hugs the both of us, swearing that she will be there for whatever we may need. My parents kick me out in a series of screaming matches and slamming doors, and I move into Graceland. Despite the Colonel's fears, Elvis' career only grows.

And then comes Christmas. Christmas at Graceland was like walking into a place that you would swear as built solely for the purpose of hosting such a holiday. The mansion transformed into a winter wonderland filled with elaborately decorated evergreen trees and tinsel and a perpetually burning fireplace. There were very few nights that ended without the lot of us gathered around the fireplace, sharing news and sipping mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

Each night, Elvis would recline back into his daddy's plush armchair after a long day of composing and recording and spread the expanse of his thighs just enough for me to settle between them. He'd hum, rocking us back and forth for hours, pressing kisses to my hairline whilst conversing lowly with the Colonel and his daddy or Jerry and Sonny.

Tonight, he's got his temple braced against his fingertips, rubbing circles into my arm with his other hand, chuckling as Red animatedly reenacts a conversation he had with a couple fans the other day. Gladys shuffles by us, patting his cheek fondly on her way past before she settles down into her own chair by the fire. A muted knock echos from the front door, and Elvis waves Jerry away with his hand to get it. Other members of the Mafia howl with laughter as Red continues on with his story, pretending to faint onto the sofa. Elvis' chest rumbles against my back.

Amidst the laughter occurring in the living room, Jerry reappears at the end of the hallway. "EP, it's for you."

Flicking his hand dismissively again, Elvis gestures again for Jerry to just deal with whoever it is. It was late and probably just the likes of a stray reporter.

I notice that Jerry's face is pale and ghastly, as though he's seen a ghost. He remains frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights.

Huffing once he realizes that Jerry isn't going to answer the door, Elvis eases himself up from the recliner with a sigh, affectionately squeezing my side as he goes. He slides past Jerry, who hasn't moved from the hallway.

"Jerry?" I ask cautiously as I cross the room. "Jerry, is everything alright?" He clenches his jaw sharply as he finally meets my eyes but remains silent. From over his shoulder, I can see Elvis standing in the doorway.

There's a soldier dressed in military plaid on the other side of the threshold. Snow swirls around him, turning his dark green uniform white. I can't hear their conversation from where I'm standing, but eventually the soldier salutes him and disappears into the dark snowy abyss of the driveway. Elvis watches him go, staring down at something in his hands. Gusts of wind carry snow in through the open door.

Usually I would scold him for standing idly in the doorway, letting the cold air in, but my mouth is almost too dry to speak. "Elvis?"

Slowly, he turns around, his own face echoing the look on Jerry's. His blues eyes are emotionless and glassy. He stares right through me, as though I'm not even there. "I'm bein' drafted.."

Around us, the room falls silent. It is no longer Christmas at Graceland.

—

"Are you ready to see Daddy?" I ask, tugging gently on the little hand attached to my own. Claudia jumps up and down, her heavy winter boots clobbering against the train station platform.

"See train?" she asks, reaching for Vernon's hand. "See train?"

The older man laughs and takes her outstretched hand, pointing in the direction of the tracks. A passenger train is rolling into the station. "That's right. Your daddy's on the train."

Gladys and I smile across anxiously at each other. We'd been waiting for this day for so long. We had grown immensely close in the past two years. After Elvis had left for Germany, she'd become my saving grace in raising Claudia. I don't know what I would have done without her. Probably cry much much more than I did, that's for sure.

The train breaks screech to a stop in front of us, and a storm of people begin milling out of the train carts. We had tried to keep the news of Elvis' return private, but newspapers had gotten wind of it and now there were dozens of reporters waiting along with us. For a moment I worry that he's going to get swept into it all before we even see him. But then I see his face amongst the crowd.

We make eye contact and Elvis' blue eyes light up, that perfect smile appearing on his face. In several long strides, he breaks through the crowd and drops his bags as soon as he reaches us, engulfing me in his arms. Like a big dog that doesn't know his own strength, he nearly knocks me off my feet, but his hold on my body is strong. The hand on my back stabilizes me as he nuzzles his nose into my neck, inhaling into my skin. I can feel his hot breath against my neck, and I have to remind myself that we're in public.

When Elvis pulls away, his cheeks are flushed, eyes glimmering with pure adoration. "S'good to be home, Satnin," he rumbles.

I just laugh breathlessly, my heart thumping with elation. "It's good to have you."

After our shared moment, his attention is almost immediately diverted to the little girl hanging on to Vernon's arm behind us. Elvis drops to his heels and crouches down in front of her, smiling warmly. "You miss me, little girl?"

Claudia stares at him, taking in the man crouched before her. He's massive in comparison, the unyielding material of his crisp sergeants uniform only serving to widen his frame. Her lip quivers.

"Clauds, it's Daddy," Elvis tries, the strain in his voice evident. He holds his hand out to her.

Reacting to his movement, Claudia shifts her body away from him and behind Vernon, a whine coming from the back of her throat.

His handsome face falls when she looks away from him and instead to me, her little grey eyes confused, a little afraid even. I can sense the oncoming panicked reaction before it even happens and am reaching out to Claudia a split second before her little hands grab for me, seeking the comfort of my sweater.

I pull her gently into my arms, hushing her before she can start crying. "It's okay, baby," I try to soothe her, rocking my body softly from side to side. Fortunately, it's enough to extinguish the meltdown before it occurs, and the toddler relaxes in my arms.

I look back up to Elvis once her cries diminish. He's trying so hard not to show it, but I see the pain that flashes across his face. It looks like someone has stabbed him. And now he's just crouching there on the ground, bleeding out. Elvis looks away with a uncharacteristic sniff, shaking his head to mask the pain on his face.

"Let’s go home, yeah?” he says abruptly, putting his hands on his knees and standing up. The rest of us trade apprehensive glances as he gathers his luggage.

“Elvis—”

“I said, let’s go home,” he interrupts me, steely blue eyes locking with mine as he comes to stand before me.

With Claudia in my arms, I swallow thickly and nod. “Okay,” I agree meekly.

At home we have a quiet dinner, Elvis’ family and the entire Memphis Mafia gathered together to enjoy the meal Gladys made. It’s pleasant, really, it is. We laugh and listen to the stories that Elvis shares with us of his time in the service, and he tries to ignore that Claudia won’t sit beside him at the table; that she clings desperately to anyone who isn’t him the entire evening. I try to get him to put her down to bed, but he refuses with the excuse that it would be better for me to do so, and that he’s really too tired anyhow.

And so the both of us are immensely perplexed when the two year old erupts into screaming whilst I carry her to the nursery, as she had been attached to me all evening. I rock her, I feed her, I read to her, but nothing I do consoles her. Truthfully, I am at the point of crying myself when Elvis walks in.

“Here, darlin’. Give ‘er to me,” he encourages gently as he comes up behind me, rubbing his large hands down my shoulders. I pass Claudia, red faced and screaming, over to him. Elvis cradles her against his chest, swaying his body slowly from side to side as he shushes her. Claudia wails louder.

“Baby, she’s not—”

Elvis closes his eyes and begins humming.

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help

Falling in love with you

Claudia has stopped screaming, her cries diminishing into soft whimpers as Elvis sways with her. Slowly, as not to jostle her, he leans his torso down into her crib and detaches her fists from his shirt. Her tiny lips part into a snore as he finally sets her down.

When Elvis turns around, he’s still humming. Only now he’s murmuring the words as he puts a hand on my hip and grabs my hand, swaying us to the smooth hum of his voice.

For I can’t help

Falling in love with you

#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis presley fic #elvis presley imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x y/n #austin elvis imagine #austin!elvis x y/n #austin!elvis fluff #austin!elvis presley x reader

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taeraecore · 1 year

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one last time

pairing: late!hanbin x gn!reader

summary: before your big and special day, you wanted to get a few things off your chest and have one last chat with your ex-lover

genre: angst, drabble

word count: 0.4k words

warnings: death (cause of not mentioned)

notes: i decided to drop this semi-old draft because i was eager to post something. i’m in my last weeks of school so i’ll be super busy but i’ve started writing and brainstorming some of your guys requests, wait for me lovelies. 😁

all the preparations before your wedding day were close to be being complete but, you had one last important thing to do, which had to be specifically done by tonight.

your partner would have gotten suspicious if they heard what your plans were so, you lied and told them you had last-minute plans with guests attending tomorrow.

what you were actually doing was visiting your hometown one last time. you didn’t realize how quick the drive was until you noticed your surroundings were becoming more familiar.

the sun was starting to disappear from the sky by the time you made it to your old high school. the trees in front were in blossom, just like the first time you two met. your nose started to sting from your eyes tearing up but you were still smiling while wiping away your tears. you made a promise to yourself to leave everything you wanted to forget in the past and you saved the hardest for last.

you visited one last place, a place that gets many visitors. you took a seat on a random patch of grass, admiring the last of him. around your neck was a heart locket necklace, the one he gave you on your sixth-month anniversary. inside was the last picture you had of him.

by now your smile was wiped gone and your vision was completely blurred with tears. it was getting late, you took the locket in your hand and spoke.

“i’m getting married tomorrow and i guess it would be selfish to keep this while being married to someone else. i just…wanted to talk to you while watching the sunset together one last time.

i thank fate for putting us together, even if our time together was nowhere near enough.

before you, i didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with your partner more than once, but when i look back at all the times we laughed, bickered, or coexisted beside each other, i realized i fell in love with you a countless amount of times.

i will always love everything about you and everything that came from you. you were close to perfection to me, your personality, your confidence, your love for everyone and everything, your patience, how you treated strangers, and the list could keep going on forever.

i would consider it a blessing to be one of your close ones and to be loved by you. i will never forgive the world for taking you away so early. maybe in another life we got to live happily ever after, and own thirteen cats like you always wanted.

i’m sorry for not loving you as much as you loved me. i promise to love you forever, sung hanbin.”

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jujutsubaby · 2 months

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omggg your follower event is sooo cutie ahaha

cafe heaven and earth + iced matcha latte with oatmilk (bc i know that's what y/n orders in after hours 😉) + rose milk cake

a/n: omgggg~ first anon thank u sm for participating 🙈 hope you enjoy!!!

✨ WELCOME TO CAFE HEAVEN & EARTH ! ✨

🤍 PAIRING. nanami

🤍 WORD COUNT. 755

this isn’t your first time here at cafe heaven & earth. you’ve been a regular here for as long as you can remember, from drafting your novel to pitching ideas for the local newspaper.

you and haibara, the regular barista, have had an easy rapport from when you first started frequenting heaven & earth so you were sad when you walked in and remembered he was off this week. like, you were happy for him, of course, but also, who was gonna remember your usual order and make it just the way you liked it?

to your surprise, you see a vaguely familiar blonde man behind the cash register. you think he’s the owner, maybe, if you recall correctly. and thank god the line isn’t long today, so perhaps you can keep your interactions with everyone to a minimum and just focus on finishing your article.

the first thing you notice about him when you get to the front of the line is his soft features: light smile lines and gentle eyes greet you with a quick “hello, miss, what can i get for you today? iced oat matcha and rose milk cake as usual?”

before you can process how he even knows your usual order (something only reserved for haibara), a loud bang in the large wall-to-wall cafe window startles you both. you turn to see an eccentric, gangly man with wild white hair pounding on the glass, trying to get nanami’s attention. he keeps on pointing at the flyer in his hand (upon closer inspection, you see it’s one of those job flyers with tabs you can rip off, except there’s no job description on it, and the tabs each just have poorly drawn penises on them).

quickly glancing back at the blond man, you see him wincing in embarrassment. you can’t help your curiosity, so you ask, “do you know that guy?” the blonde man (“nanami”, you see on a perfectly aligned badge pinned to a perfectly pressed apron) just says “unfortunately. you can just ignore him.” you decide to take pity on him and change the subject.

“wait, how do you know my order?” the weirdo’s actions outside the cafe momentarily made you forget this man just recited your order seamlessly. you swear you see him blush slightly. “ah, well, haibara, he…uh…well…” he’s looking everywhere but your eyes, and you find it a bit adorable.

“all right, i’ll admit i’ve heard you order before and just think it’s the perfect order. it’s what i’d order, too.” now it’s your turn to blush. the perfect order? “oh, uh, thanks, but honestly, it’s all thanks to whoever supplies your rose milk cakes. i’ve never had anything quite like it.” god, your hands are feeling clammy and it feels so hot in here. don’t they have any AC?!

“well, the baker accepts your compliment, miss.” nanami says humbly, his smile growing even softer after hearing your praise. you’re in shock. nanami bakes the cakes himself?! “i had no idea…they always taste so freshly made whenever i have them. i should have expected the owner of my favorite cafe to be such a good baker, i guess.”

nanami seems to be opening up at your sincere compliments. “i’m glad to hear it, opening a bakery has always been my dream. the feedback means a lot coming from one of our best customers.” best customer?! your heart does a little flip. nanami suddenly looks shy again. “actually, i’ve been meaning to ask you…”

just then, probably tired of being ignored, the white-haired man bursts into the cafe, his loud demeanor at odds with the soothing ambience. “nanaminnnnn~” he whines. “what, i don’t exist anymore as soon as that cutie you’re obsessed with finally gives you the time of day?!” you and nanami both go red at that; of course, all the cafe patrons are staring at you now.

“gojo, now’s not the time,” nanami tries to say in his best no-drama customer service voice. the interloper doesn’t seem to take the hint. “well? ask her for her number already!”

neither of the men noticed that you had already scrawled it on a spare bit of paper from your trusty legal pad. “text me when your shift’s over?” you ask, feeling emboldened by the indirect confession. truth be told, he’s always caught your eye whenever he’s down at the cafe, but you were far too engrossed in your drafts to do anything about it.

nanami smiles, actually fully smiles with his teeth, at you. “y-yeah, of course.”

#100 #☕️ - coffee break #🪅 - pree's follower events #nanami kento #kento nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami x reader

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five-bi-five-mind · 2 years

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The Gift

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!reader

Words: 2.4k+

Summary: You didn’t know what to expect when JJ said she had a gift for you. But it definitely wasn’t that...

Genre: Smut. Literally pure smut. I need to go to like horny jail for this...

Warnings: Top!JJ, bottom!reader, use of pet names, fingering (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), a little bit of uhhhh roughness. Let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: So I actually had some of this sitting as a random WIP in my drafts and I kinda just made a fic out of it. This is probably the spiciest thing I’ve ever written and unfortunately I have something spicier sitting in my drafts... How have I become a smut writer oh my god lol

Anywayssss, it’s for the anon that said it’s their birthday. You’re welcome. ;)

You weren’t really one to celebrate your birthday, but when you had a girlfriend who insisted on making your day special you could hardly refuse. It was the first birthday you were to spend with JJ and she was excited to go all out. The both of you just hit the sixth month mark of being a couple too, so JJ knew you enough to plan the perfect evening. Though, for a moment in the upcoming weeks to your birthday you were starting to get a little scared she’d throw a huge party with all the team. You weren’t one for parties.

Luckily, that was far from the case. Instead, it was a quiet, intimate evening with the woman you loved. She took you to your favorite restaurant, shared a lovely bottle of wine with your favorite food, and ate the most decadent dessert you’d ever had. It truly was the perfect evening and it just showed you how well JJ already knew you. When dinner was over, she had taken you back to her place where she said she had gifts waiting for you. You had really insisted on letting her know gifts weren’t necessary. She paid for your dinner after all, and honestly that was enough for you. But it’s JJ, she went all out with everything for you. Constantly sweeping you off your feet.

The first gift took your breath away. It was a gorgeous necklace with a small topaz pendant and it definitely didn’t look cheap.

JJ couldn’t wait to see you wear it. She stepped behind you and gently brushed your hair away from the nape of your neck before clasping the necklace on.

“There’s one more,” JJ murmured into your ear as she stood behind you. Her hands lingered on your neck and the way you felt her hot breath on the shell of your ear made you shiver.

“One more?” You cleared your throat to try to compose yourself, hoping JJ wouldn’t notice the effect she had on you.

“Mhm.” She slid her hand into your own and began to turn and tug you with her. “It’s in the bedroom…”

Your curiosity definitely peaked at that. When you reached the bedroom you saw a small box sitting on the bed, waiting to be opened. JJ let go of your hand once you reached the bed and looked at you anxiously as you picked up the box. You had a few guesses as to what it was, obviously you had a feeling it was a gift that was meant for only your eyes. Why else would it be in the bedroom? But you were eager to find out so you tore it open as fast as you could.

What you saw inside made you freeze. You placed it back on the bed and all you could do was stare at it. Any thoughts had left your mind the moment you saw it.

You had a couple guesses before you knew what it was, but none of them was this. Honestly, you expected lingerie, cute new underwear JJ wanted to see you in, or even possibly a vibrator to try with her. What you didn’t expect to see in the box was a rather large strap-on.

Not that you thought something like that was even unusual. It’s just that JJ knew you’ve never used one before. Only ever having had fingers inside you. So, to get a gift like this… well, you weren’t expecting to try something new on your birthday. You weren’t opposed either, immediately picturing what JJ would look like with the harness strapped to her waist.

“That’s more a gift for you than a gift for me” you chuckled nervously as you continued to stare down at the box. After all, she’s the one who’s been hinting for weeks that she wants to fuck you with one. Not that you weren’t curious to try, you were. But you were also perfectly satisfied with the blonde’s long, skillful fingers.

“You won’t be saying that when I give you the best few orgasms of your life.” You just rolled your eyes. Sometimes she could be so fucking smug.

“Best few, huh?”

“Oh, definitely.” She gave you a cocky grin. “I’m not going to want to stop at just one.”

You looked down at the toy laying in front of you and weighed your options. She really wanted to fuck you like this and you really wanted to give her everything she could possibly want, but you’ve never used a strap-on before. You were trying to mentally compare the size of the toy to the size of three of her fingers inside you. Usually she fucks you with two, only using three occasionally when she wants to test your limits. You could barely take three, but you’d be lying if you said the feeling of being filled like that wasn’t absolutely addicting.

“JJ…” you trail off. “It looks kind of big.”

“You can take it.” Her voice lowered when she said that. You looked back up at her to see her eyes had darkened and the smugness that was there before was totally gone. The look she had now was already making you wet. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together and just hope she wouldn’t notice.

Hesitantly, you took the toy from where it lay in its open package and examined it closer. Yeah, it’s definitely fucking big. JJ was watching you like a hawk the entire time, her hunger for you growing just watching you hold it in your hands. Tons of absolutely filthy scenarios ran through her mind as she watched you. There were so many ways she could fuck you with it, and she was going to carry out every single one.

“So…” JJ trailed off, eager for a response.

“Okay,” you relented, still eying the toy. “But go slow, okay?”

“Of course.” JJ honestly didn’t know if she could go slow with how excited she was, but she knew it was a must for you. She’d definitely try.

……………………………………..

Watching JJ put the harness on had you both nervous and excited. You were not expecting your reaction to seeing her wearing it, but honestly it was short circuiting your brain. Currently sitting on the edge of the bed totally naked, you couldn’t help but squirm in anticipation for what’s to come. You also couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your thighs together so you could feel less exposed.

JJ walked over to the bed, her hands placed on either of your knees.

“You look so beautiful like this, baby,” she whispered, her hands nudging your legs back open.

All you could do was sit and watch her as she looked you up and down. Her hands went from your knees to brush up the insides of your thighs. When she reached between your legs, you both shuddered as she cupped you and felt how wet you already were.

Suddenly, JJ’s hand reached up to your shoulders and with a gentle push, you found yourself on your back. She crawled onto the bed after you, her knees placed on either side of your waist to balance herself. JJ stared at you like that for a moment. You underneath her, your legs parted, your chest already rising and falling rapidly in nervousness and excitement for what was to come, your cheeks slightly flushed. She loved seeing you like this, but she knew she was going to love the sight of you absolutely ruined by her even more. And that’s when she dove in.

Any hint of hesitation from her was completely gone. She had leaned down, with one hand cupping your chin, the other grabbing at your thigh to spread you open more as she kissed you. When her lips pressed to yours, she wasted no time in invading your mouth with her tongue and you couldn’t help the soft gasp you let out against her lips. If the kiss wasn’t already making you squirm, it didn’t help that you could also feel the toy resting on your thigh. You were still nervous about the size, but you also were getting desperate to feel her inside you.

The hand that was on your thigh returned to between your legs, her fingers running teasingly through your folds. She had barely touched you and yet you were already struggling to keep yourself still at the feeling of her fingers brushing over your clit. What shocked you was when, without warning, she easily slid two fingers into. You moaned against her mouth and your hands went to grip onto her shoulders.

Her fingers moved in and out of you at a slow pace and she finally broke the kiss. You couldn’t catch your breath though, as her lips immediately attached to your neck. When you felt her fingers begin to spread inside you, you couldn’t help but wince slightly. Still not quite used to the feeling.

“You’re doing so good,” JJ groaned against your neck. “Almost ready for me.”

Your hips began to move with her fingers after adjusting to the feeling. You knew, with the way she was touching you and the way her mouth was all over you, you were already building up to your orgasm. JJ knew as well and when she pulled her fingers out of you, you couldn’t stop the whine of protest.

“Shh, baby,” JJ cooed as her hand went to the toy, rubbing the wetness on her fingers all over it. “The first time you cum tonight will be on my cock.” JJ had never talked to you like that before, but it absolutely floored you. You felt her line up the toy to your entrance and held your breath the moment she started to slowly move her hips and slide it in. Immediately, you felt the burn of it stretching your walls. You gritted your teeth when she had it fully inside you.

“You have to breathe, princess,” JJ said, her hips still as she waited for you to adjust. Taking a deep breath at her words, you nodded your head and then she started to draw her hips back, before thrusting them forward hard.

You cried out when you felt her set a fast pace almost immediately. What the fuck happened to going slow? JJ had promised that, but seeing you like that, a whimpering mess being absolutely stretched out by the slightly too big faux cock that she purposely chose. It was too much for her. She couldn’t hold back, fucking into you with utter desperation, letting her lust for you cloud her every thought and take over her entire body. You thought you’d break, but only for a moment. Then you got used to the feeling and fuck did it feel so good.

Your hands flew to JJ’s hips and you moved your own to match each thrust. Her lips moved down to your chest and when she took your nipple into her mouth, tugging it slightly with her teeth, and paired it with a particularly rough move of her hips, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out. She was grunting and panting on top of you, the force of her hips pressing into yours and the way her hands were gripping at your thighs to keep you wide open for her would surely leave marks. You honestly did not care at this point. This feeling was addicting, to be absolutely filled by her while her hands and mouth were touching every inch of you. Your eyes rolled back and your head fell limp as she sped up. You didn’t even know she had this kind of strength in her, but she was feeling almost as good as you were. The base of the harness pressing against her clit in just the right way mixed with the combination of hearing you moan for her was bringing her close to the edge, and she wanted to fall apart with you.

“You feel so good,” JJ groaned as she felt your body tremble beneath her. “So fucking good, princess.”

All you could do was moan her name in response as she began to fuck into you with all of her might. Moving her hands to the backs of your legs, she bent your knees upwards until they were pressing against your chest. This gave her the perfect opportunity to fuck you deeper and harder and with each thrust you felt your walls tighten around her cock. You were seconds away from coming and she was too.

“F-Fuck, JJ, I’m so close,” you cried out.

“I know, baby,” She grunted as her movement became more erratic. “I am too. Just hold on a little more.”

JJ rutted into you with desperation, her rhythm lost as she chased her own orgasm. You were struggling to hold on, yours quickly approaching with each time you felt JJ slam inside you.

“I can’t, I-”

“Shh, I want us to cum together,” JJ pleaded. Your nails dug into her skin as she moved roughly inside you. Your entire body was shaking and to stop yourself from constantly crying out, your teeth sank into JJ’s shoulder as she kept fucking into you. The feeling of your nails and teeth digging painfully into her skin is what sent JJ.

“Now,” JJ groaned. “Come for me now.”

You both came together, you muffling your moans into JJ’s shoulder and her moving her cock inside you sloppily until you both came down. She stayed inside you when her body collapsed on top of you and you shuddered at the feeling of the toy moving slightly inside you.

“See,” JJ said between taking deep breaths. “It’s not just a gift for me.”

“Shut up,” you chuckled. Even with both of you absolutely spent, she still found a way to be smug.

JJ grinned before kissing your lips. When you tried to deepen it though, she pulled back. Her grin grew wider and before you knew it she had flipped you so that you were now forced to sit on top of her, the toy still buried deep inside you.

“What the-” your sentence was cut off by JJ’s hips thrusting up into you with force, turning your protests into a moan.

“I believe,” JJ’s hands grabbed your waist as she sat up, rolling her hips up to move her cock inside you. “I said best few orgasms of your life.”

And fuck did she mean it. As the night stretched on and JJ continued to turn you into a moaning mess, you completely took back what you said about the gift. This was definitely a gift for you, and she proved it over and over again.

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Eager for the Sky by @oknowkiss

Harry/Draco, minor Harry/Ron and Draco/Blaise (2022, Mature, 35k)

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup. In which Harry is Hogwarts' star Seeker, Draco is on the bench, and they both have a thing or two to learn about playing for the same team.

Draco hated that, the way Potter would sneak up on him, proving he’d been listening. He had always seemed to be caught up in his own head, never paying attention to anything or anyone but himself, but now that Draco was starting to know him, he was beginning to see the truth of Potter.

When I started this blog over two years ago, I’d write (smaller, but still) recs for every fic I liked. At some point I was reccing up to 3 fics a day and started bookmarking them all to keep track of my own recs - maybe that’s why I got more than 600 bookmarks lol - and it was really fun and fulfilling, but it also demanded A LOT of time and energy. As they both became scarce, I changed strategies and decided to only rec fics that touched me in a more personal way. These days I write recs mostly on a whim; it happens less and less because I’m not reading as much, sure, but also because it needs to be a frantic urge, almost like a trance, and it needs to hit me right after I’m finished a fic otherwise it won’t be fresh in my mind.

I’ve wanted to rec something from E for so long and after being left intrigued and impressed by any day now and licence to kill (two solid recs if you haven’t read those yet!) I couldn’t see what was holding me back. Now I ask myself if I had been waiting for Eager for the Sky. And not necessarily because it’s the perfect fit for my tastes - in fact, I barely read or care for 8th year fics nowadays - but because this fic found me at the moment I needed it the most. Coming back from a brief hiatus (that felt longer than life itself) right before Christmas last year, I can say that reading this was a refreshing and lovely experience, but also magical in many ways. And funnily enough, this rec has been sitting in my drafts, half-finished, since January. Once again, something I couldn’t figure out was holding me back until I saw this gorgeous binding post by @a-gay-old-time (go check it right now!!) and I accidentally found out that last week was E’s one year fandomversary! Perfect timing to wrap this up and post it as a humble homage to one of the authors whose talent I’ve enjoyed and admired the most in the past year. What a gift to have you in this fandom, and what a privilege to read this incredible 8th year romance!

Way beyond the delight of watching Draco and Harry fall in love over the course of a (very cool and inventive) Quidditch championship, I was so touched by the amount of tenderness, youth and heart this story coveys. There is something unbearably sweet about an enemies to friends to lovers journey that explores the wonders of being young and free to flirt, experience and discover. I could feel the joy of falling in love all over again through every line here, through every knowing smile and surreptitious touch. The slow burn is masterfully done in a way that never feels empty, boring or dragged. Every little moment brings new discoveries about each other and is important to bring them together as friends, and then as lovers.

It’s worth mentioning that there’s a fair amount of longing, UST and some infuriating delicious cockblocking but somehow the way it’s written and the context it’s given make the experience even sweeter and more rewarding. I was in no rush to see this over and found it very charming that they saw value in wanting, teasing, flirting, chasing. Because I really ready young Drarry I had almost forgotten how fun a pining Draco can be in all his teenage complexity, capable of signaling confidence, vulnerability, inadequacy and tenderness all at once.

His emotions felt so very real I could feel a lump in my throat, and I was especially moved by his genuine response to Harry’s prior involvement with Ron (Be still my Rarry heart!!! For those wondering: this is a minor but significant plot point that made my heart ache and grow twice its size, I’m so soft for this brOTP! By the way - side Rarry & Blaco? A fic after my own heart!). Even more brilliant is the fact that E published Eager for the Sky and July Tree pretty much back to back and these two fantastic 8th year tales complement each other perfectly. They got a very different tone from her usual edgy “mature Drarry” which I also love - and maybe that’s why I was caught off guard by how fast I felt emotionally connected to this softer, more innocent brand of love. Not to mention that superb art by @upthehillart - killing me softly as per usual, with the ultimate teenage Drarry headcanon what a treat!!

This fic was exactly what I needed and it gave me the delicious catharsis I was looking for without really knowing. It pulled me back into the fandom with its light, easy, unpretentious young romance, sprinkled with some excellent dialogue and charming banter that will make you laugh out loud at their sass, plus a sweet and delightful mix of curious, inexperienced but extremely insightful and lovable characters. I’m so happy I found this fic and that I got to write a rec for it! Thank you E for sharing this beauty and so many other fantastic stories with us - I’m delighted to share this space with you and can’t wait to see what comes next 💜

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#drarry fic rec #happy belated fandomversary E! 🎉

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Sunday | Week In Review IX

I feel like I just wrote the last Sunday Week in Review five minutes ago and like six years ago at the same time. Short work weeks and coming off the back of vacation really do mess with your sense of time.

Another short week ahead too, Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow, happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks who observe this holiday! 🧡

October has brought so many good stories to my dash that my drafts list is out of control and I still have so many good fics I haven't finished reading yet! Having said that, I've enjoyed the pause to jump in with these October x 500 prompts. It's been a jolt of inspiration/creativity that I needed.

Having said that, on with the week in review!

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

october x 500 (masterlist)

oct' x 01 - ruffled hair (joel x gn!reader)

oct' x 02 - apple scent (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct’ x 03 - full of colours (tim rockford x f!reader)

oct' x 04 - walks in the forest (strings!joel x reader)

oct' x 05 - autumnal (dieter x gn!reader)

oct' x 06 - falling leaves (gold rush!joel x charlotte)

oct' x 07 - chestnuts (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

On Deck (One Shots) (Jack AU) by @something-tofightfor Just when I think I’ve gone through someone’s master list, I manage to find a gem and this is one of them. I have no clue about baseball, went to a game and had no idea what was happening no matter how many times someone tried to explain. However, I am 110% positive that if Jack was to explain the rules to me, I’d know him inside and out, oh and maybe a bit about baseball too. Gotta make sure those lessons get stretched out…

Bloom (Joel AU) by @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheetsThis was such a delightful opening chapter! Reader has their own flower shop, and just so happens our favourite Texan pays a visit. The characterization of Ellie almost steals the show from Joel’s meet-cute with Reader - I’m not going to spoil it, but I had to pick myself off of the floor after - just saying…

Working Title | Chapter 13 (Dieter) by @rhoorl I’m so rooting for these two! Both deserve a happy ending (in more than one sense!) and yet it seems there's those who want to bring them down or stand in their way. This update was a little angst, incredibly sweet and the last bit, well - I can't wait to read the next update!

Kinktober Day Two (Frankie) 🌶️ by @youvebeenlivingfictional I love the whole fun roleplay trop between established couples and this one does an excellent job of doing just that! Reader and Frankie are out at the bar having fun and, I'm not going to spoil it - go enjoy it for yourself!

Tip Your Server (Dieter) by @nothoughtsjustmeds This is just the best! Dieter and wife!reader on the night of his Oscar win and it’s just so much hilarity, sweetness & spice and the banter between the two is just the best. Please go read it, you won’t be disappointed, I promise!

Kiss Me Quick (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo This, how I love this so! It’s a love letter to the British seaside and is told through a day at the beach with the one and only Dieter. It managed to not only invoke laughter but homesickness too. I’d go to the seaside for a stick of rock any day of the week with Dieter.

Sofa So Good (Frankie) by @secretelephanttattoo This was cozy, domestic bliss wrapped up as tight as my fingers would be in Frankie’s hair. This was a sweet slice of life and so done so well. A perfect cozy Sunday read if you’re looking for one!

Video Nasty I & II (Joel) 🌶️ by @sin-djarin I don't think I've recovered from these two yet... Oof, incredibly hot, incredibly Joel and incredibly read-again worthy! Also provided a fun memory of mine working in a video store and will Marcus be forever associated with a poorly titled porno? Yes. Yes he will be.

Paranoid Heart (Javier P.) by @goodwithcheese This was such a great opener and introduction to our main character and Javi. Now, if you're thinking you need to watch Narcos to read this, take it from me, Ms. Truly 'I think I've watched six episodes now but can't remember' Betty, you don't need to, because Megan is so good at immersing you in her characters worlds that you'll be well taken care of. Can't wait to see where this story leads us!

A Month of Sundays(Various) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love each and every one posted so far! There’s something to be said about drabbles, little slices of life etc., six-sentence fics - because they’re not as easy to write as you think. There needs to be some establishing of what’s going on, and while not a resolution - something to end on. These are all great insights into some established characters and some we’ve not met before and I can’t wait to see what the rest of the month brings!

No Panties, No Problems (Frankie) by @blackfemalenerd Frankie is an A-grade menace here and, oof is this hot? Please do yourself a favour and go read it and leave your comments - because I think we all deserve some more of this Frankie!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 7 (Triple Frontier Boys) by @rhoorl Jess really knows how to weave multiple stories and character backgrounds together and take you through from start to finish and never feel like you've missed something or added confusion. This week's installment is no different! We've got it all packed into this chapter and I don't want to spoil anything, but please go check it out!

M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .

The next guest appearance on Mulefalls Court @rhoorl

the grey sweatpants revelation

hands, hands and more hands

a visual from @maggiemayhemnj that I won't be forgetting anytime soon, and this one here where I might still be on the floor from

a good Tumblr 101 + reblog etiquette post from @morallyinept

Bob's Burgers fest started by @darkroastjoel

B R O U G H T T H E J O Y . . .

Just how lovely this community is - this week I've had so many great interactions with equally amazing people and I'm so happy to have found a home in this little corner and appreciate every one of you who comes and interacts with my blog and me in whatever capacity 💕

F R A N K I E C A T ™️ . . .

I missed last weeks update, so here’s an update on Frankie Cat - she’s very much settled in. She is pretty laid back as her name sake, but sometimes her tiny humans can get on her last nerves, but baby Truly #2 and her are BFF’s (mostly because baby Truly is forcing Frankie to love her, like I would the actual Frankie…)

She also has to go back to the shelter today for treatment, as she’s not 100% a Truly until her spay (which if anyone has tips for care after I’m all ears) - hopefully she doesn’t get excited and think she’s finally getting away from us… sorry Frankie Cat, you’re one of us now. Even if you do rip my feet to shit.

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

Back in my Sons of Anarchy feels as I finally work my way through season seven (no spoilers or talk please, I've gone this long without a spoiler, I'd like to finish it out the same way)

Happy Sunday all! Here's to another great week! Feel free to share your favourite posts, stories, thots and whatever and never hesitate to tag me in it 💕

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review

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Bad Day - E.M

hi my loves! i’ve had this in my drafts for a while but i think now is the perfect time for my first dad!Eddie fanfiction. i really hope you guys enjoy! has a few mistakes but don’t forget to like and reblog and comment <3

Eddie hated going to work. he absolutely hated it. it meant that he wouldn't be able to see his two girls all day. Tommy, your four year old daughter, had started nursery three weeks ago and it had been going okay so far. every day Eddie came home from work and see Tommy with a huge smile on her face as she waited for Eddie so she could tell him all about his day.

seeing her smiling face after a long day at work made his heart melt and it would make him forget about his shitty customers in the shop. it was 6:30pm and Eddie had just finished his shift and to say he was knackered was an understatement. he has worked on nine different cars all with horrible drivers but what could he do, it was his job to deal with the customers and finish the jobs on the cars that were brought in.

he got into his car which was parked around the back of the mechanic shop, sighing to himself as he finally sat down after a 12 hour shift. he was always rushed off of his feet and felt like he had no time to see his girls. on the drive home, Eddie wondered what Tommy would speak about today. he didn't like that his baby girl was growing up so quickly, it was like one minute you'd woken him up in the middle of the night saying your water had broken and now she was going to be turning five.

Tommy could be waiting at the door with two dolls in her hand. she could tell him about her friends Amanda and Joanne and how they learned about numbers up to 20 or how they played chefs in the nursery toy section but he honestly couldn't wait to hear about her day. he finally arrived home after 20 minutes, seeing the main lights in the trailer off but the lamp and tv were on. he hoped that Tommy wasn't in bed already, he needed to see her before she went to sleep.

he locked the car up and quietly walked toward the trailer incase Tommy was actually asleep, he did not want to wake her. he knew how cranky she was if she was woken up early and he did not want to deal with her being mad at him. he opened the trailer door and saw you and Tommy both on the sofa, the TV playing reruns of Pingu.

Tommy was on your lap, her head on you chest with her hand slightly covering her face. your left hand was on her back, rubbing small circles on the pyjama top gently whilst your right hand was running through her hair. Eddie watched intently as he heard his little girl sniffle with every breath, obviously trying to calm herself down.

"it's okay baby" he heard you whisper as you kissed the top of her head. she cuddled into you more, both of her arms now wrapped around your waist. Eddie walked over, anxiety filling his body as his eyes never left his Tommy.

he carefully sat down next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders, bringing the two of you close to him. "hi sweetheart" he whispered, kissing your forehead gently and he got comfortable on the sofa. you turned your attention away from Tommy to look at him, lips pouted as you waited for him to kiss you properly for the first time that day. Eddie reciprocated the kiss before you both turned your attention to the little girl cuddled into you.

"what's the matter with her" Tommy didn't stir out of the position she was in on your lap making Eddie frown. usually as soon as she heard him come in she would always gravitate toward him, but not tonight. she stayed in that same position just taking everything in. something really bad must have happened.

"she just had a bad day, a few of the kids at school were picking on her. the teacher called me saying she was asking to come home so i went to pick her up and she was sobbing. i have no idea what was said or who said it because she won't tell me. all she wanted me to do was cuddle her so that's what i did" Eddie's heart sank. his baby girl was being picked on and he had no idea why.

it was silent for a few minutes in the trailer, the only noises that could be heard were Tommys sniffling and Pingu on the TV. both you and Eddie wanted to know what was said and what made her upset but you didn't want to pressure her. pressuring a child to tell you what was wrong didn't teach them patients and that's the one trait you wanted Tommy to have.

after you all sat there contently for a while, you needed the toilet. it was obviously going to ruin the family cuddle time but after you had Tommy your bladder, like many women, was not what it used to be and when you needed to pee you had to go immediately. you slowly passed Tommy to Eddie, kissing her forehead gently before running off to the bathroom down the hall, leaving Eddie and Tommy alone for the first time that night.

Tommy groaned as she was passed over to Eddie but settled down quickly on his lap, head pressed against his chest. Eddie was not a patient person. he wanted to get straight to the point and find out who upset Tommy. "sweetheart" he whispered, stroking his hand up and down Tommys back.

she looked up from his chest and for the first time that night she looked in Eddie's eyes. he could see the sadness and worry in them and he just wished he could take away her bad emotions and just give it to himself. he looked at her with a sympathetic look, making her face almost crumple as she tried to keep her tears in. "you wanna tell me what's the matter? why you had a bad day?"

she looked at him with her chocolate brown eyes which matched Eddie's completely. she sighed before turning away from him, making them lose eye contact. "they said mean things" she whispered, looking down at her pyjama covered lap. Eddie frowned slightly, not really understanding who she was talking about. he tucked a piece of her slightly curled hair behind her ear before he stroked her cheek.

"what do you mean princess?" he questioned, his hand never leaving her face as he tried to calm her down, making sure she didn't cry anymore then she did before. "David called me a freak. they said because you are my dad it also makes me a freak but you aren't one daddy. and everyone laughed at me" she said, rubbing her right eye as more tears formed. Eddie sighed. so many years later and he's still being called a freak and now it was happening to his daughter.

Eddie needed to know who's David's dad because he felt his anger boiling up inside his body for some little shit making his daughter upset but he couldn't let her know that he was angry, she may think it's her that he's angry when it's not. it's the parents. the parents are allowing their children to become evil and bullies.

no one else really calls him a freak except from the old jocks he went to high school with and they were now teaching their kids to say it to his own daughter. “do you think you could tell me David’s last name?” she thought for a moment. her little forehead frowning as the went deep into thought. you’d come out of the bathroom ages ago but heard Tommy finally opening up to Eddie. you didn’t want her to go all shy again so you left them to it, going into Tommys bedroom to put away the clean washing you’d done earlier.

“i think carter or carder. something like that” she whispered, the frown on her face still apparent as she kept trying to think of David’s last name. Eddie had a light bulb moment. the name that he didn’t think he’d have to remember ever again was here, causing problems like usual. “Carver?” he questioned and her frown dropped as she nodded. “you got it daddy, it’s Carver” she clapped but her excited persona was quickly changed when she remembered what David had said.

his anger grew as he realised his enemy from high school was getting his child to pick on his own and he wasn’t going to tolerate that. he took it in high school but if anyone was rude to his baby girl they immediately had an issue and they did not want to mess with Eddie when he was mad. “motherfucker” he whispered angrily, Tommy could just about make out what he said.

he couldn’t believe that this child was going out of his was to upset Tommy and he knew how it felt. his face softened when she saw the scared look on Tommys face, she thought he was angry at her but he could never. never in her four years old living did Eddie or you raise your voices at her. you felt that soft parenting was the perfect solution for any problem when she was upset and it had worked.

“i’m sorry daddy” she whispered, twiddling her hands together as her nerves grew. what if Eddie was angry at her and she should of stuck up for herself. “don’t say sorry sweetheart. it isn’t your fault. i just know David’s dad is all. please don’t apologise baby” he said, bringing her into his chest before leaving a small peck on her forehead. he knew he shouldn’t of let his anger show on his face but he did.

he was so angry that Jason could carry on victimising his family for just existing. he wanted to drive to Jason’s house and beat the shit out of him, but he couldn’t, there was one thing Eddie needed to do right now and that was comfort his daughter, he knew he would deal with Jason another day but right now his baby girl needed him and he wasn’t going anywhere.

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campbyler · 10 months

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ok. a genuine question. how do u guys write 20-30k *chapters* bc i will outline fics minutely or i will just let myself start writing based off a vibe & either way i will get 600 words out of maybe. two hours of work. on a good day with no distractions/interruptions, & i very much do not have an uninterrupted two hours to write very often, so you can imagine how slowly things get written T_T so i’m interested if there’s any aspect of any of your writing processes that really enables u guys to write so much or if it’s not really something you think about? anyways i really like ur guys’s work, & thank you for deciding to write for byler bc i know me and a lot of people enjoy it a lot. thanks!!

hello !! this is a super valid question and i’ll try my best to answer it for you 😗✌️

andi infamously writes a lot faster than thea and i do (she finished draft 1 of chapter 3 in like. two days. which was so scary. i’m in awe of her fr) but she has also spent a lot of time editing ch3 so it’s definitely not like these chapters are publish-ready in a short amount of time by any means! it took thea a couple of months total to fully write + edit ch1 and it took me about 3.5 weeks to write ch2 and another two weeks to edit it which is part of the reason we’ve spaced out our posting schedule like we have — we put a lot of effort and care into these updates and we want to give ourselves as much time as possible to get ahead before all 3 of us inevitably get so super busy with work and/or school in the fall!! so while we do write a lot, please don’t think we are so insanely speedy about it because unless we are having Really Good Writing Days, that’s definitely not the case. sometimes we do have days where we are really in the zone and write more than usual, but at least for me, this is so so so rare. whatever i write in this time gets heavily edited because so much of it was nonsensical brain vomit LOL

as far as writing process goes, i think one of the things that motivates us a lot is that we genuinely do just talk about this au constantlyyyyy like we’re always coming up with silly little hcs or drawing for it or adding to the Lore ™️so we’re always getting inspired to write! all three of us are definitely people who use writing as a way to relax or even reward ourselves after a long day; we would probably die if we had to go too long unable to :/ messages like “i can’t wait to get home and write after work today” or “i’m going to write a little bit of ___ before bed because i deserve it” are very commonly found in our gc because we really just look forward to it so much! as for our scary word counts, i feel like there is a lot of worldbuilding in this universe specifically, and pacing is really important to us — we want to make sure introductions and set-up to a scene and character interactions are meaningful and flow naturally, and building tension (which is a hallmark of this fic hehe) does take some time, which can definitely add up word count-wise.

for the most part, none of us usually have a solid few hours to sit and write either (unless it’s on our days off or after work if we’re not too tired) and we get a lot of writing done in chunks! we hold each other accountable for short check-ins (“ask me for a snip in 30 minutes”) which is super helpful when you’re stuck, because it kind of forces you to get Something down without worrying if it’s super polished and edited and perfect. if you’re writing on your own, something i’ve started doing lately is setting a 15 minute timer and just seeing how much i can get done in that time, and then setting another and doing it again (up until however much time you have to write that day). i’ve found that the artificial deadline helps break the monotony of sitting in front of your computer for Hours on end with nothing to show for it bc TRUST we’ve all been there and it sucks so bad 😔✊

this got super long so i apologize but i hope at least a little bit of it was helpful! it definitely helps that we are constantly feeding into each other (i.e: having brainrot) and offering inspiration and advice, which does wonders for creative flow tbh. we’re definitely not cranking these chapters out as quickly as people might seem to think — thea started chapter four, which won’t be posted for about a month, maybe a week or two ago. i just started chapter 5 — about 6 weeks away — yesterday lol so we do take our time! don’t be scared by the giant chapters, we just had a lot of content we wanted to include in each one and are in too deep to take anything out 🥳🥳 thank you for the question! good luck with your writing we believe in you 🫡

#suni talk about our writing process in a succinct manner challenge #i love these questions #unfortunately the answer to most of them is that we’re insane #we take so much time writing and then editing these so don’t be fooled!#as u can tell by this giant response #we just have shit to say.#asks

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geralt-of-baevia · 1 year

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Happenstance: Part Six

Story Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn’t know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes. Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Lizzy Moore)

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Not to ruin it, but LOTS of sexy talk.

A/N: aLRIGHT GUYS. Let's address the elephant in the room. It's been TWO AND A HALF YEARS since I updated this bad boy. This chapter has been sitting in my drafts for like, a year and a half. But HERE I AM TO POST IT FINALLY YAAAAAAY. I promise, it's VERY worth it. :P

A/N #2: So, I just wanted to remind for this chapter that this is written in a world where the pandemic is still FRESH and everyone is home in hardcore lockdown. That's all. Enjoy!

Beta: Thank you @midnightswithdearkatytspb for betaing this chapter and for helping me get the motivation and excitement to post this damn thing! You're amazing.

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(Lizzy:) Um, Joey.

(Joey:) Um, Lizzy?

(Lizzy:) Did you know that Henry was sending me something?

(Joey:)

(Lizzy:) Okay, but before or AFTER I asked you for HIS address to send mine?

(Joey:) Before. 👀

(Joey:) But I shit you not. Henry asked me the same day for your address. It was so cute.

(Joey:) It's like a movie.

(Joey:)

(Lizzy:) But like, why? Why would he send me a gift?

(Joey:) Well, why did YOU send him a gift?

(Lizzy:) Because I wanted to apologize, and I hadn't heard from him in over a week and felt like I should make that reach.

(Joey:) Hmm, maybe he's feeling the same way?

(Joey:)

(Lizzy:) I mean, I guess so?

(Lizzy:) I just feel so fucking terrible about the whole thing.

(Joey:) Trust me, I think Henry is feeling the same way, Liz.

(Lizzy:) Why do you say that?

(Joey:) Um, HELLO ELIZABETH. He sent you a gift in the mail. Have you opened it yet?

(Lizzy:) No. It's just sitting on my coffee table. I've been sitting here staring at it for a good 10 minutes.

(Joey:) Oh GOD, you two are perfect for each other. You're both so melodramatic.

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(Henry:) Joey. I just got a package in the mail from Lizzy. Did you give her my address?

(Joey:)

(Henry:) Do you know what she sent me?

(Joey:) Nope. Lizzy just said she wanted to send you something as an apology gift.

(Henry:) Do you know if she's gotten mine yet?

(Joey:) It’s funny you ask that. She just texted me that she got yours—what a coincidence.

(Joey:)

(Henry:) She did?! Did she say if she opened it? What does she think of the gifts?

(Joey:) She hadn’t opened it yet when I just talked to her. Also, can you two just text each other instead of using me as a middle man? As much as I like being updated at every instance on this drama, I don’t want to be like, DIRECTLY in the middle.

(Henry:) I don’t know if she’ll talk to me, though, Joey.

(Joey:)

(Joey:) Henry. SHE SENT YOU A GIFT. JUST FUCKING TEXT HER PLEASE.

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(Henry:) Hey Lizzy, I just got your package. I heard you got mine?

(Lizzy:) Hi! Yes, I did. I haven’t opened it yet, though.

(Henry:) I haven’t opened yours yet either.

(Lizzy:) You know, you didn’t have to send me a gift Henry.

(Henry:) I could say the same thing to you. I’m the one who messed up.

(Lizzy:) Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I overstepped and made you uncomfortable and made you think I was using you? 😔

(Henry:) Yeah, but I accused you of that, and I shouldn’t have. I completely overreacted. That’s why I sent the gift. I didn’t think a ‘I’m sorry’ would suffice for that.

(Lizzy:) Well, that’s very sweet of you. I appreciate the apology. And honestly, I’m glad that you’re talking to me.

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:) I am, too. I’ve wanted to text you this whole time. I just didn’t know what to say. I honestly kind of thought I might have scared you off. I know you said you’d be waiting, but I didn’t know if that waiting period had an expiration date. And I was kind of embarrassed, I'm not going to lie.

(Lizzy:) Henry, you're just being cautious. It was dumb of me to tell you about a freaking sex dream that I had.

(Henry:) Liz, don't say that. You're not dumb, please don't call yourself that.

(Lizzy:) No, it's just that I felt dumb because I'm so good at rushing into things and I thought it had finally caught up with me and I sabotaged a good thing.

(Henry:) You didn't sabotage anything. If anyone did it's me.

(Lizzy:) Why do you say that?

(Henry:) Because I had a beautiful, amazing, sexy woman who I am very much into telling me about the sex dream she had with me. Who doesn't want that?

(Lizzy:) But still. it's understandable, Hen.

(Henry:) Is it though? Even though since we talked last I've had a sex dream about you and felt even more guilty afterwards?

(Lizzy:) Oh, Hen. It's totally normal to have sex dreams about people you know so please don't feel guilty.

(Henry:) I like it when you call me that btw 😏

(Lizzy:) What? Call you Hen?

(Henry:) Yeah, I think it's cute. 😏

(Lizzy:)

(Lizzy:) Well I thought it was adorable when you called me Liz earlier.

(Lizzy:) Now, should we open our presents?

(Henry:) We should.

(Lizzy:) I'm so nervous!

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:) Why are you nervous?

(Lizzy:) Oh I don't know Henry... the guy I like got me this gift that is literally taking up my ENTIRE coffee table.

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:)

(Henry:) I was just going to get you a couple things but then I think I went a little overboard. Please open it!

(Lizzy:) Can I call you while I do? Would that be okay?

(Henry:) Absolutely. I would really like that.

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟: 💙𝗟𝗶𝘇𝘇𝘆💙

(Henry:) "Hi there Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Hi, Henry."

(Henry:) "So, are you going to open it or what? My anxiety is off the charts now."

(Lizzy:) "Okay, okay! I'm opening it right now...oh my god. Henry..."

(Henry:) "Do you like it?"

(Lizzy:) "What do you mean 'it?' Which thing?! Henry there's so MANY things in this! When you said you went overboard you really did."

(Henry:) "Yeah...is it too much? I'm sorry if it's too much-"

(Lizzy:) "No! Henry, this gift basket is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. God, what is all in here anyway?"

(Henry:) "There's a little bit of everything."

(Lizzy:) "You could say that again! Henry! There's bath salts in here and a bath bomb, and is this a robe?! Henry this robe is so fucking soft. And slippers? Henry!"

(Henry:) "So you like it?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry! Why wouldn't I like this?! Oh-oh my god Henry. You didn't."

(Henry:) "Oh no. Did I get something bad?"

(Lizzy:) "No, just Henry. These face masks."

(Henry:) "Are they not good? Do you not like them?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, stop. These are amazing! They're also like almost $100 each! This is too much. I-I can't accept this."

(Henry:) "No! Please don't. I just read that those ones were really good and I know you like doing face masks so I thought you would like them."

(Lizzy:) "God this makes me feel like shit about my gift. Like, you got me this giant spa themed gift basket that apparently I don't want to know how much money you put into."

(Henry:) "I just figured it was the least I could do. Help you relax after all the stress I put you through."

(Lizzy:) "Henry, this is literally the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. You're too kind."

(Henry:) "No, I'm just the right amount of kind to you, Lizzy. Now it's time for me to open yours."

(Lizzy:) "God, I'm so nervous. I should have had you open yours first. I can't follow this."

(Henry:) "Oh hush, Lizzy. I'm sure I'll love whatever it is."

(Lizzy:) "God I hope so. It's not $300 worth of fancy face masques but I hope you like it."

(Henry:) "Wait, Lizzy. Are you serious? Did you make this shirt?"

(Lizzy:) "I did. I stole your measurements from work and made it for you. I um-I put reinforced buttons across the chest for you so there's no cleavage gaps. And then I made sure to put in a little extra room into your shoulder and bicep area, hopefully without making you look too bulky. Do you like the color? I know it's just like a super light grey but I figured it'd be versatile."

(Henry:) "Liz, this is amazing. Wait, what's this?"

(Lizzy:) "Oh yeah, I made you something else for you too."

(Henry:) "Did you make me brownies?"

(Lizzy:) "I did! You said you wanted some that one time I told you I was making them when we were talking, so I thought I'd make some just for you."

(Henry:) "That's so kind of you. Wait, what's this other one?"

(Lizzy:) "Oh! Um, those are treats for Kal."

(Henry:) "You made something for Kal?"

(Lizzy:) "Yeah, I figured he should get a treat, too! And I promise it's dog friendly. I got the recipe from my aunt who works with dogs. It has banana, zucchini and carrots. And then almond milk, chia seeds, oat flour. All things that canines can have and are good for them."

(Henry:) "Liz, I'm just in awe. This is all amazing. I know you said that my gift was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you, but I can tell you that this is also the sweetest thing anyone has done for me."

(Lizzy:) "Oh it was nothing, I just made you brownies and a shirt."

(Henry:) "Listen to yourself, Liz. You made me a shirt. From scratch! And made sure to modify it to fit me. That's so kind, and means so much to me that you'd do that. And can I be honest with you?"

(Lizzy:) "Of course you can, Hen."

(Henry:) "When you told me that you made a treat for Kal, god I could kiss you. I still want to kiss you for all of this."

(Lizzy:) "Is that so?"

(Henry:) "You have no idea. The fact that you didn't just think of me but Kal, too? I'm just- god Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "What?"

(Henry:) "You just keep doing more and more things to make me fall for you, aren't you?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, this time it wasn't on purpose, I promise."

(Henry:) "Oh? Just this time?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, yeah. I don't send pictures of my ass to just anyone."

(Henry:) "Well, I guess that's good to hear?"

(Lizzy:) "Oh shut up, you. You know what I mean."

(Henry:) "Right now I'm wishing I could see that ass in person."

(Lizzy:) "Henry, we can't be talking like this."

(Henry:) "And why not?"

(Henry:) "Because the last time we did we didn't talk for a week and a half and it killed me the whole time."

(Henry:) "Yes. But that's because I was being an idiot."

(Lizzy:) "Henry...no you weren't."

(Henry:) "Okay, let's just agree to disagree on that?"

(Lizzy:) "Fine...I guess so."

(Henry:) "But it's because I let my emotions get the best of me, and let past relationship troubles get in the way. Someone who just wanted to just shag me wouldn't make me a shirt from scratch, brownies and treats for Kal. I can tell you really care about me."

(Lizzy:) "Well good. I do care about you, Henry. A lot."

(Henry:) "And I care about you, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Can I tell you something really pathetic?"

(Henry:) "I doubt it's going to be pathetic, but yes please tell me."

(Lizzy:) "No, it really is. I missed you enough that I watched some of your movies this week."

(Henry:) "Oh? Is that so? Which ones did you watch?"

(Lizzy:) "I watched Man of Steel and The Man From Uncle and Immortals. You know, I remember thinking how buff you were in Immortals. But seeing you now? You look puny there!"

(Henry:) "Haha, I guess you could say that."

(Lizzy:) "Also, I have to ask something."

(Henry:) "Yes?"

(Lizzy:) "How often did they have to wax you? Was it like a daily thing? Were you terribly itchy the whole time?"

(Henry:) "Hahaha, oh Lizzy. Well, all of us shirtless men initially waxed, a lot. But then we all started breaking out from the waxing, so they switched to shaving us."

(Lizzy:) "Did you hate it?"

(Henry:) "Eh, it has its perks. For instance you could see the definition of muscles better."

(Lizzy:) "Oh you don't have to tell me that. Also, I’m sorry, but did you have an eight pack in that movie?"

(Henry:) "Uh, yeah. I did, I did, haha."

(Lizzy:) "That's incredibly impressive. I didn't think that was actually achievable."

(Henry:) "Oh it is. It was a lot of work. Eight hours of training a day. And I did only body weight exercises so I wouldn't gain any mass, just muscle."

(Lizzy:) "Hen, that's insane. Impressive, but mostly insane. Also I like you better now compared to that movie."

(Henry:) "Is that so? What do you like better about me now?"

(Lizzy:) "I dunno, I just think you look better bulkier is all."

(Henry:) "Well I can definitely say that this is a lot easier to maintain than that."

(Lizzy:) "Oh I bet. Also, there's something you said that I can't stop thinking about."

(Henry:) "What's that?"

(Lizzy:) "That you said something about you having had a sex dream about lil’ old me."

(Henry:) "Yes, yes I did, haha. What about it?"

(Lizzy:) "Would it be too forward to ask you about it?"

(Henry:) "No, no I don't think so. But, before we get to that we need to get one thing settled."

(Lizzy:) "What's that?"

(Henry:) "Do you forgive me for being a complete and total ass to you before?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, there's nothing to forgive-"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, please."

(Lizzy:) "Alright, alright, haha. Whatever I can tell you to help you sleep at night. Yes Henry, I forgive you."

(Henry:) "Thank you, I've been getting awful sleep. I'm happy to know I'll sleep well tonight now"

(Lizzy:) "Oh gosh you're such a shit."

(Henry:) "Yeah, but you like it."

(Lizzy:) "You caught me, haha."

(Henry:) "Well, now you can ask your questions."

(Lizzy:) "I mean, I didn't really have any specific questions about it. I just wanted to know what happened, that’s all."

(Henry:) "So, you want me to tell you about the sex we had in my dream?"

(Lizzy:) "Mmhmm."

(Henry:) "You want me to describe in graphic detail the things we did to each other?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, it’s not required but it would be greatly appreciated. You’d probably get extra credit even."

(Henry:) "To tell you how we were sitting on my couch kissing? One of my hands in your hair, the other on your neck. How once things got heated you got on top of me to straddle my lap?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, that does sound like something I would do."

(Henry:) "And then how I wrapped my arms around you and pressed you close to me as we made out like teenagers? It was actually really adorable because you started to grind against me, and you got so embarrassed because it was instinctual that you did."

(Lizzy:) "Oh see, now that doesn't sound like me. I would have done it on purpose."

(Henry:) "Oh?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, yeah. I don't usually grind on someone by accident."

(Henry:) "Is that so? Well, I guess that's good to know."

(Lizzy:) "Sorry, sorry. I'll stop interrupting. Continue, continue."

(Henry:) "Well so, then after you started grinding on me I let my hands slip under the back of your shirt and unclasp your bra. You take it off under your shirt and your bra and toss them to the side. And god, you looked so perfect sitting there on my lap."

(Lizzy:) "Henry..."

(Henry:) "Do I need to stop?"

(Lizzy:) "No, no. I want you to continue."

(Henry:) "Haha, are you sure about that?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I'm pretty sure this is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me."

(Henry:) "Is that so?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, please please keep going."

(Henry:) "Can I ask you something?"

(Lizzy:) "Mmhmm."

(Henry:) "...are you, touching yourself?"

(Lizzy:) "Are you?"

(Henry:) "That all depends on what you say."

(Lizzy:) "Oh my gosh, fine, haha. Yes Henry, I'm currently touching myself to you describing us having sex because hearing you telling me those things in your velvety voice is the hottest thing ever. You know I love your voice and this is just, amazing. So if you could please tell me you are touching yourself too so I don't feel embarrassed that would be great."

(Henry:) "Haha yes Lizzy, I am too. And you think my voice is velvety?"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I could get off listening to you read the phonebook."

(Henry:) "You know, there actually is a video of Armie and me doing just that."

(Lizzy:) "Oh? Well, I know what I'm listening to before bed tonight."

(Henry:) "Well I mean I could just let you listen to that instead of finishing..."

(Lizzy:) "Oh Henry, don't be a fucking tease."

(Henry:) "But for some reason I feel like you like being teased."

(Lizzy:) "That's beside the point. Now please, please continue."

(Henry:) "Or what?"

(Lizzy:) "Or I'm going to hang up this phone and finish by myself."

(Henry:) "Fine, fine. Now where was I?"

(Lizzy:) "I'm sitting on your lap and grinding on you, and you just took my bra off. Under my shirt you said? That doesn't make sense to me. Why wouldn't you just take my shirt off and then my bra?"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, haha. Do you want me to continue or are you going to just over analyzing a sex dream I had?"

(Lizzy:) "Sorry, yes, hehe. Please go on."

(Henry:) "So, you were sitting on my lap, grinding against my now very hard cock and fuck Lizzy, you felt amazing."

(Lizzy:) "How so?"

(Henry:) "You just fit in my lap so perfectly, and you grinding against me."

(Lizzy:) "Mmmm fuck Henry... I can't tell you what I wouldn't give to be sitting in your lap right now, grinding on you."

(Henry:) "Me, too Lizzy. God. So then you took your shirt off, and fuck. You just looked incredible. I took a moment to look you over before taking both of your breasts in my hands and massaging them."

(Lizzy:) "Mmmm, mmhmm. Go on, please."

(Henry:) "And then you - ahh - you, you got up and stood in front of me, undid you jeans and pulled them down along with your panties and just stood in front of me naked. And god Lizzy, you were so beautiful."

(Lizzy:) "Well I hope I can live up to your expectations, Hen."

(Henry:) "Oh I have no doubt in my mind that you will."

(Lizzy:) "What happened next? Or did I just stand naked in front of you and then you woke up?"

(Henry:) "Haha, oh no. I spread your legs out, slid down off of the couch to sit in between your spread thighs and hovered my face right in front of the place I'm sure you’d want my mouth the most."

(Lizzy:) "Shit, Henry."

(Henry:) "Use your words, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "God, I'm so wet right now."

(Henry:) "You were in my dream, too. I spread you out just a little and took one long swipe of your pussy with my tongue."

(Lizzy:) "FUCK, Henry. God, I'm a fucking mess right now."

(Henry:) "I mean, that's kind of my intention."

(Lizzy:) "Is it now?"

(Henry:) "Since I can't have you here grinding on my lap, it's the least I can do."

(Lizzy:) "Goddammit Henry. You're enjoying this too much."

(Henry:) "Oh? Are you not enjoying this?"

(Lizzy:) "I never said that. You're just enjoying torturing me a little too much."

(Henry:) "Torture? Hmm, that's a strong word there Lizzy..."

(Lizzy:) "So it's not torture to lay here on the phone, telling me things you want to do to me while we're in a lock down and we can't do anything about it? Also like, fuck, Henry all I can think about is you stroking yourself right now and god, it's really fucking with my brain."

(Henry:) "What, and you don't think me knowing that you're touching yourself as I'm telling you these things isn't fucking with me? Lizzy I want to be the one touching you so badly."

(Lizzy:) "Yeah? Where do you want to touch me, huh?"

(Henry:) "I see what you did there..."

(Lizzy:) "What did I do, hmm?"

(Henry:) "I'm going to ignore that, haha. But to answer your question, I literally want to touch you anywhere. I'm at the point where it doesn't even need to be sexual. I just want to hold you, hug you, embrace you, something. I just want you."

(Lizzy:) "Hen-Henry. That, wow. That's not what I was expecting you to say, at all. But, I feel the same way. I know that we're literally in the middle of having phone sex, but I just want to hug you...so badly. Or cuddle with you even."

(Henry:) "Exactly. But if I was given the chance? Absolutely I want to touch you everywhere I can get my hands on. I want *my* hand to be touching your cunt right now, not yours."

(Lizzy:) "Fuuuu- Henry, fuck. I want that too."

(Henry:) "Tell me, how badly you want me to rub your clit right now, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Hen, ugh, so bad. I wish you were here on top of me with your head between my legs."

(Henry:) "God, Lizzy. I want to taste you. I can't wait until I finally get to."

(Lizzy:) "Speaking of which, I think that's where we left off on your dream?"

(Henry:) "You really are smooth aren’t you, Miss Elizabeth?"

(Lizzy:) "Ohhhh...you saying my name like that, Henry, I can't..."

(Henry:) "Oh, so do you not want me to tell you how I ate you out in my dream?"

(Lizzy:) "Oh, no no I do. I just have never heard my name said like that before. And I think I just had a minor stroke. That's all. I’ll be fine. But um, please-please continue...please?"

(Henry:) "...are you begging Lizzy?"

(Lizzy:) "Hnnn, Henryyyyy."

(Henry:) "But yes, I licked up and down your pussy while you quite literally sat on my face. I eventually moved us back so I could rest my head against the couch so I had a place to kneel because your legs kept giving way."

(Lizzy:) "I have no doubt about that."

(Henry:) "And then I looked up at you and I apparently hit just the right spot and you came all over my face. And fuck, your first orgasm was glorious."

(Lizzy:) "...wait my first? Henry, my first?! You made me orgasm more than once in this dream?!"

(Henry:) "It was actually three times."

(Lizzy:) "Henry. I've never orgasmed more than once in one sitting before. That both intrigues and terrifies me."

(Henry:) "Only once? Oh Miss Lizzy, if you'd like, I could make you orgasm until you can't see straight or walk."

(Lizzy:) "Again, I don't doubt that. And again, I’m both intrigued and a little scared, haha."

(Henry:) “Well, now I'm even more excited at the prospect of us being together."

(Lizzy:) "So, how did you make me come the second time?"

(Henry:) "On top of you."

(Lizzy:) "Hen, I need you to elaborate if I'm going to get anywhere right now."

(Henry:) "Are you getting close?"

(Lizzy:) "I might be if you keep telling me about this dream."

(Henry:) "...are you going to cum for me Lizzy?"

(Lizzy:) "Yes, Henry. But please, please keep talking."

(Henry:) "God, I bet your pussy feels so good-"

(Lizzy:) "Henry, I would literally make you come in five minutes if I was on top of you right now. I would ride you like you've never been before, and I would blow your fucking mind. But I need you right now to. Keep. Talking."

(Henry:) "Fuuuuck Lizzy. Okay, well the second time I got up, took my trousers off and sat down on the couch. You came over, told me 'I was too overdressed' before taking my shirt off. It was very sexy."

(Lizzy:) "Woooow. Dream Lizzy was very bold. I'm proud of her. Get that cock, dream Lizzy. I live vicariously through you."

(Henry:) "Oh I'm sure it won't be vicariously soon."

(Lizzy:) "So, can I try and take a guess at what happened next?"

(Henry:) "Weren't you just practically begging me to keep talking?”

(Lizzy:) “Maybe, haha. I never said I wasn’t fickle. Do you not want to hear what I want to do to you then?”

(Henry:) “Be my guest.”

(Lizzy:) "Well, I know I would come over and straddle you, but not take you inside of me just yet. I'd tease you first. Maybe arch my back up and place my tits in your face, because I can only imagine you'd be just as skilled with your mouth on those as you are on other places."

(Henry:) “Fuck Lizzy…"

(Lizzy:) "Oh, is that labored breathing I hear Henry? Is someone picking up the pace on their cock?"

(Henry:) "Considering what you're describing is better than my dream was, yes, yes I am."

(Lizzy:) "Well then I should continue shouldn't I?"

(Henry:) "You're such a shit, Miss Elizabeth."

(Lizzy:) "Yes, but I feel like we've already established that. And that you like it. Maybe have even called me a tease?"

(Henry:) "Lizzy...please..."

(Lizzy:) "But yes, I'd live up to the term and tease you. It's what I like to do: tease until you can't take it anymore. I'd slip your cock in between my folds and just grind against you, rubbing my clit up and down the underside of your cock right where that vein is. Fuck, it feels so good and I know it'd drive you crazy. Being so close to being inside of me, but not being able to feel where you really want to."

(Henry:) "Lizzy...shit...oh fuck..."

(Lizzy:) "Henry, Henry please say something. I know you're close and so am I."

(Henry:) "If you did that for too long I would grab you by the hips and guide you down onto my cock, slowly, giving you a taste of your own medicine. But once I got completely inside of you, I'd slowly start moving your hips, and I’d finally get the sweet reward of knowing what your pussy feels like."

(Lizzy:) "Hen-Henry...Henry I'm so close..."

(Henry:) "Are you going to come for me, Lizzy?"

(Lizzy:) "Hen..."

(Henry:) "Just think about how good it would feel straddling me and bouncing that sweet little pussy of yours up and down on my cock until you come. Grinding out those hips, my fingertips digging into your skin..."

(Lizzy:) "Shit, oh fuck...oh my god..."

(Henry:) "Come on Lizzy, come for me."

(Lizzy:) "Oh FUCK..."

-pause-

(Henry:) "Are you doing okay there, Liz?"

(Lizzy:) "Fuck, fuck I'm great. Oh my god."

(Henry:) "Yeah? You being out of breath would say otherwise.”

(Lizzy:) "That was, wow. Like, I'm still having mini aftershocks."

(Henry:) "Not to be too personal-"

(Lizzy:) "Henry we're literally having phone sex. You just heard me have an extremely intense orgasm over the phone. Nothing is too personal at this point."

(Henry:) "Haha, well when you put it that way..."

(Lizzy:) "But what is your question?"

(Henry:) "Are you someone who shakes and convulses when they orgasm?"

(Lizzy:) "Um, yes. Very much so. Not to talk about past sex during current sex, but I've made someone orgasm just from watching me orgasm."

(Henry:) "I would be one of those people."

(Lizzy:) "Yeah? You like the idea of my body shaking, my back arching against the bed as the room fills with my moans and shouting your name as I come?"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, shit...I would kill to see that."

(Lizzy:) "Just imagine me doing that...but with your head between my legs. My hands tangled in your hair... pulling at it slightly as I grind against your face with my orgasm-"

(Henry:) "FUCK, Lizzy! Oh-oh, Lizzy-"

(Lizzy:) "Yeah? Are you coming for me Hen?"

(Henry:) "God, Li-Lizzy. Holy shit...holy fuck."

(Lizzy:) "That good, huh?"

(Henry:) "Lizzy, I just- wow I'm a mess. Literally and figuratively."

(Lizzy:) "Hen, you can't tell me that."

(Henry:) "What, the fact you've made me come so hard that I'm now a mess?"

(Lizzy:) "Yes, you can't tell me that. Between your heavy breathing now and imagining your beautifully muscular abs a 'mess' because of me makes my brain all sorts of fucked up."

(Henry:)"Haha, and you don't think that hearing you moan, which is the hottest thing I think I've ever heard, knowing how wet you are now just laying in your bed because of me doesn't have me all sorts of fucked up?"

(Lizzy:) "I mean, at least the feelings are mutual, haha."

(Henry:) "Which, I know we just did that but just with our recent history I just want to make sure that everything is okay with us with that just happening."

(Lizzy:) "Haha, Henry, I was going to ask you the same question. But is everything okay? I'm perfectly fine with what just happened. Like, elated. I'm probably glowing. What about you?"

(Henry:) "Same. I absolutely feel the same. As someone who's been on the road and away from my significant other often, phone sex isn't unfamiliar territory but, it's never been like that before. Wow."

(Lizzy:) "I've also had my fair share of phone sex and yeah, never has it been like that. Fuck, I can't wait until we can see each other in person."

(Henry:) "Me too, Lizzy. Like, right now I wish that you could be cuddled against me with your head on my chest."

(Lizzy:) "Henry...that's the sweetest thing. I'd also love that. A lot. I would definitely fall asleep because I'm practically falling asleep to your voice right now."

(Henry:) "Should I let you go? So you can have a nice post orgasm nap?"

(Lizzy:) "Mmm, maybe. I want to nap but I don't want to stop talking to you. I really like talking to you..."

(Henry:) "Well, how about we make a deal? We can get off the phone now so you can take a nap, and then you can call me when you wake up?"

(Lizzy:) "Mr. Cavill, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

(Henry:) "I've been known to have those from time to time."

(Lizzy:) "Oh I'm sure you have. Well, I suppose we should hang up. I always feel so awkward hanging up after phone sex."

(Henry:) "Should we start in a sickening back and forth of 'no YOU hang up first?'"

(Lizzy:) "Oh my god Henry, I'd rather someone slap me in that face than be that annoying."

(Henry:) "I mean, I could do that if you're into that..."

(Lizzy:) "HENRY. Okay, I'm hanging up now. I'll talk to you soon."

(Henry:) "Talk to you soon, Lizzy."

(Lizzy:) "Bye, Henry."

(Henry:) "Bye, Liz."

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NEW MESSAGE: Lizzy

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(Lizzy:) I miss your voice already. 🥴🙈

(Henry:) I miss yours too. 😏 Now go to sleep Miss Lizzy, I’ll hear your voice soon.

(Lizzy:)

(Henry:)

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Hiii I wanted to ask if you still take writing requests? If so can I request a poirot one shot like the tuxedo one? You can decide the plot it’s just that I love your wring and that one was perfect. THANK UUU

hello my lovely anon! first, thank you so much - I feel so honored that you love my writing 🥹 I am so so sorry this took me so long to get to, life has been incredibly busy and it took me a little bit to get back into this style of writing so I could do just as you asked for! I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for quite some time until it finally clicked, and it was fun to get back into it! I hope you love it! 🫶

The Kitchen Dilemma

Words : 1649

CW : hurt/comfort, soft afternoons at the Poirot residence, based on a plot point from (Season 1 : Episode 4)

It had just been another ordinary day at the Poirot residence. Miss Lemon was organizing her files in yet another sub category, Hastings was out doing some research work, and you had taken it upon yourself to make something for the first time in the new apartment's kitchen. Your husband had only moved you both here recently, trying to find a more central location to where most of his cases seemed to fall.

But now, after having assembled a banana trifle, Hercule Poirot was sternly instructing you why you shouldn't be in the kitchen.

You weren't sure whether or not to take him seriously - you could hear the slight annoyance in his voice, but there was a sort of light heartedness that you easily mistook for him trying to spare your feelings. You assumed he just didn't like the kitchen dirty or he liked being the one in control, but it unintentionally hurt that he really didn't want you cooking or baking or having anything to do with the kitchen.

In the midst of his speech, you just nodded, trying to zone out as much as you could to avoid a show of unnecessary emotion. You vowed you would make sure not to tamper with whatever it was that he didn't like. You became convinced that it was definitely something that you had done - there was something wrong with you or your cooking that made him feel this way. You couldn't help but feel a little self conscious after this - if you couldn't cook for him and eventually, your family, what kind of wife were you?

♡ ♡ ♡

A few months passed, and in your effort to avoid the kitchen as much as possible, you had drawn the attention of Hercule.

"Hastings, why is it that you think (Y/N) has not stepped foot in the kitchen in over two weeks?"

Hastings sat back on the chair at the table. "Well, it may or may not have something to do with your remark about her being in the kitchen."

Hercule paused, reflecting on what conversation that was. The guilt began to set in - how could he be so foolish? Of course you would be hesitant after that - and he then was able to see the insecurities that would inevitably come afterwards - and his heart sunk. How you had been able to mask it well enough since then was astounding. He paused stirring, trying to come up with something that would help reverse its effects.

"I could have her come in here and help."

Hastings shrugged his shoulders.

"Hastings, why do you give the shoulders, the shrug?"

He shrugged again. "I don't know, Poirot. She's created a mental boundary and I don't think she'd be caught in the kitchen doing anything in an attempt to avoid crossing it."

Poirot nodded. "Perhaps I will just have to wait."

Hastings nodded. "I'm afraid you will."

♡ ♡ ♡

It had been weeks since this conversation, and Poirot was out on a case with Hastings and Miss Lemon. You had the flat to yourself, and despite your best efforts, you couldn't resist the craving for pasta. You knew what it meant - probably another lecture about the kitchen and its intended use that wasn't for you, but you had to have it. And you knew the pantry had all the things for it, you had been checking for over a week - trying to determine how you would make the disappearance of the ingredients seamless and unnoticeable.

It was a warm summer afternoon. In an attempt to enjoy the process, you had opened the windows slightly, and had put your favorite record onto the player. Of course, during the climax of the symphony you were listening to, is the exact moment when Hastings and Miss Lemon arrived. Their smiles grew - Poirot had just been expressing his concern of your prolonged absence from the kitchen. This was his chance to change it.

They let him into the apartment, fingers over their mouths to signal his silence, now that the symphony drifting through the hallway was quieting as it was nearing it's close. Miss Lemon closed the door gingerly behind them.

Hercule's expression remained confused until he recognized the symphony from one of your favorite records. He softened considerably. It had been such a long time that he had been waiting for you to warm back up to the kitchen, and instantly knew he had to handle the situation delicately, to alleviate any guilt that you were surely already feeling for being in the kitchen.

Miss Lemon and Hastings remained behind, to give the two of you some space. Hercule padded down the hall noiselessly, stopping to peek around the corner of the doorway to see what you were doing.

You looked so peaceful. The summer breeze was warm, brushing the hair out of your face. Hercule's heart burst with pride, noting you were wearing one of his favorite aprons. It looked so perfect on you, nothing could rival it. And the way the light came through the window, casting everything in a soft yellow that made you glow more than usual...

The symphony ended, and you turned to change the record, freezing when your eyes landed on Hercule standing in the doorway with an awestruck look on his face.

You felt frustrated with yourself. Of course, you had started an hour later than you had originally planned, having spent that time being anxious about time restraints and getting caught. If you had only started then, it would have been cleaned up now, instead of having to face your husband with the guilt of having done something to upset him.

The apologies were spilling from your lips before you could even comprehend they were coming out. Hercule seemed to ignore them, striding over to the pot. You followed, staring at the contents as you went quiet.

"What have you made?" He asked.

You paused. Of all the reactions he could have had, this was unexpected. Your voice was soft as you responded. "Pasta."

Hercule hummed, a familiar glint of excitement in his eyes. "And how is it - the quality of this pasta?"

Unwilling to believe he was completely alright with it yet, you ladled a noodle with some sauce onto the testing spoon. "Why don't you tell me?"

"Bon." He declared as you lifted the spoon to his mouth. He ate off the spoon, his eyes closing. You had seen this look before. He was chewing slowly, calculating and cataloging flavor and texture and deciding where it fell on his scale of favorite dishes.

"Listen, love, I know I'm not supposed to..."

"My love, that was impeccable." He interrupted, licking his lips.

"Do you really think so?"

Hercule's arms moved around your waist, pulling you to him as his smile widened. "I know so, amour. You'll have to make it often."

"Is that permission to cook in your kitchen, Monsieur Poirot?" Your smile that he loved so much was back. He nodded.

"Yes. And I must say, I apologize for making you feel otherwise."

"It's alright, I would have made it work."

"You mean sneaking around making pasta without Papa Poirot? I don't believe so, my darling." Hercule laughed, pressing his forehead to yours, rubbing your nose with his affectionately.

"You really liked it?" Your tone was tender.

"I do, darling. It is exhilarating for the little grey cells."

Hercule relished in your little laugh that followed. "I am glad my cooking can be of interest to the little grey cells."

"You have always been of interest to the little grey cells, mon amour." His lips met yours, intoxicating as ever, sending you to what felt like to the moon and back.

♡ ♡ ♡

"(Y/N), darling, are you coming to eat with us?"

You smiled, trying to keep your noise level down as you pulled the pureed soup you had made earlier from the fridge and put it in a pot.

"Yes, Hercule. I'll only be but a moment!"

You knew that he was watching Hastings have the rabbit in the style of Liege, so he was preoccupied and wouldn't notice your absence for another minute or two.

Years had passed since Hercule had give you free rein in the kitchen, and he had made sure to taste everything you cooked, always incredibly impressed with whatever you decided to make. In fact, he had found great enjoyment in cooking together, whether or not he was in charge or you were - cooking had become one of Poirot's favorite ways to spend time with you.

When the soup was hot enough, you ladled some into a bowl and noticed that Hastings went down the hall and out the door. You made your way into the dining room, and Hercule turned and smiled.

"Hastings has just gone to retrieve something from his car... What is this, my love?" He took the bowl from you and smelled it, eyes closed.

"I made you a potato soup in the style of Poirot - it's puréed so you'll be able to eat it."

He set the bowl down, then taking you into his arms and kissing you.

"I didn't want you going hungry. I know your tooth has been hurting, and I hate to see you in so much pain."

Poirot kissed you once more, slowly moving you around the table. "You are so attentive, darling."

There was a knock at the door, and Hercule only increased his passion.

"My love, Hastings needs to be let back in." You whispered in between kisses.

Poirot had you backed up against a wall in no time.

"Hercule..." You warned, smirking softly.

His lips finally parted yours for more than a half second, and he sighed.

"I will let Hastings back in. But you and I are not finished. Until later, amour." One last stolen kiss and he went to get the door, leaving you to deal with the butterflies in your stomach.

♡ ♡ ♡

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axigailxo · 1 year

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Cola | PJM (Drabble)

summary. essentially, jimin is the worlds biggest fuckboy and he notices you at your workplace.

pairing. fuckboy!jimin x grocery store employee!oc or jimin x reader

genre. implications of smut, drabble (less than 1k words!!)

a/n: this was originally supposed to be a long smutty one shot but i’ve had it in my drafts since september (😭) and never finished so i figured i’ll release this as a drabble and maybe write an extended version in the future :)

*title inspired by the one and only lana <3

It wasn’t the fact that there was nobody else in the store, that part didn’t matter. It was the fact that he, the customer you’ve been seeing for a week straight, was in your department again.

Surely he’s there for you. He has to be.

Usually, you aren’t so sure of things. Especially when it comes to men like that wanting you. But a week is too many days for his appearance to be a coincidence.

But until he approaches you, you’ll continue to mind your space and finish stacking the last of your apples onto its display table.

You noticed his attire is essentially the same as it’s been for each time you saw him this week, suffocating black jeans and a black tee with that damn black jean jacket.

It was pretentious, really, but you didn’t mind it. In fact, you spared him a glance just now to see it.

Big mistake.

Just as you turn around, your body crashes into a harder one, apples that were in your hand falling harshly to the ground with a thump before scattering in several directions.

But you have bigger problems.

An “oomf” from you is all that’s heard before the man in front of you is instinctively grabbing your elbows to help you straighten up. And of course you’re the only one who’s been knocked into— his hard, stern body barley having moved.

“Sorry about that.”

And of course his voice is silky smooth. Why wouldn’t it be?

Still too shaken up, literally, he chuckles through his nose as he waits for you to pull yourself together. It’s almost annoying how he’s fully aware he’s capable of making you nervous.

“It’s fine.” You clear your throat discreetly. He still sees, though. “Can I help you with something?”

His smirk comes before his short second of laughter and you drag your eyes from his perfect teeth and down to his perfect shoes instead.

“Can you?”

“That’s my job, I kind of have to.”

He laughs again.

“Can you walk me to the strawberries?”

It’s a short walk. In fact, It’s at the other end of the table. You don’t know if he’s only messing with you, but nonetheless, you turn the corner with shaky legs and gesture your hand to the table of strawberries.

“Anything else?”

Your tone is vague and quiet and no other human would have been able to detect it. Except for him and his ridiculous observational skills. He smirks again.

“Yeah, actually.”

You wait for him to continue with an expected look, completely masking those nerves of yours that are still crystal clear to him.

“You seem nervous.”

“I’m just trying to help. Do you need anything else?”

He bites his lip for a quick moment, quick enough for you to squint your eyes at the gesture.

“Are these strawberries sweet?”

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t really eat strawberries.”

You do. They’re your favorite, actually. He doesn’t need to know that, though. He can figure that out himself— anything to get him to leave. You need at least one more day to prepare yourself before you can actually talk to him. But given you’re absolutely blowing it right now, you don’t think the chances of seeing him again are high.

He chuckles to himself at your words, but before you can ask what’s funny, he beats you to talking.

“That’s good to know, but are yours?”

“Are my what?”

“Are your strawberries sweet?”

A scoff audibly releases from your mouth, but before you can scold him, you take the opportunity to make fun of his ridiculous flirting instead.

“Really? You sound like a high schooler.”

“Who said I’m not talking about actual strawberries?”

“Your ego.”

“Ouch.”

Call it bad customer service, but too incapable of continuing this absurd conversation, you make your way to the back— an area off limits to him.

That doesn’t stop him, though.

“You can’t be here, sir.”

“But you want me to be, no?”

And somewhere in that highly conceited sentence of his there’s truth.

Truth is, you don’t mind being alone and hidden in the back with him. You don’t mind that he’s walking closer, and you certainly don’t mind the way you feel his breath against your nose in this new proximity.

“What are you thinking about?”

Him. Just him. And what’d it’d be like to take him right here and right now, in the back room of the produce department. The thrill. But you’re not insane, and you’re definitely not willing to get fired for such things.

Stepping back and putting a reasonable gap between the two of you, you don’t dare to meet his eyes as you walk away.

“I get off at nine. You can talk to me somewhere other than my workplace.”

Jimin grins as he follows you out the back.

“So you’re interested?”

Striding, you don’t look back as you call out your next words.

“Talk to me when I get off!”

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a/n: this had so much more planned than a quick drabble 😭 it was gonna be smutty asf and have an actual plot BUT i never finish my oneshots so therefore enjoy this lil snippet 😭🫶🏻

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