#like so much chocolate goes into making those sculptures

[slasher-male-wife]

hhghjf could u please write ur take on Rz myers, billy loomis or vincent sinclair meeting their s/o for the first time? Like an s/o thats kind of oblivious to their whole deal and theyre just fascinated by them!! 🥺🥺

You bet your ass I can. I’m gonna do all three cause I feel like it and like I’m just happy to have another request. I hope you enjoy anon

Michael Myers 

I feel like you two would first meet when he’s stalking you. Probably on Halloween. You’d see him in his mask and invite him in. He’d be confused but go it. You’d have him sit down and he’d just stare at you confused.

You’d make him tea and try to talk to him, getting lost in his blue eyes and long brown hair. “Oh can you not talk?” You’d probably ask. He’d nod and you’d go get a paper and pen for him to write on.

Murdering you would be a long gone idea now because he wants to see where this goes probably. 

“So what’s your name?” You ask. Michael scribbles it down and shows you. “Michael. I heard the legend about this guy Michael Myers. Killed his sister as a kid and broke free and killed countless other people too. Poor guy you know? Like what drew him to do that.” You sip your tea and look back a the mountain of a man in your kitchen. You give him a warm smile and he just looks down at you. He set the kitchen knife he had with him on the table. Too curious about where this would go to kill you. “Did you make that mask yourself?” You ask. He nods and you light up. “Oh I love crafty men. I made some masks too for this sfx gig I had for a movie. I do it on the side because I don’t make much money from it but it’s so much fun. I really like when I get to use the fake blood. Something about it just looks so pretty. Oh and there’s this edible kind that tastes like chocolate. I was in a low budget one of those movies as a little side character who got a ax to the forehead.” You keep going on and on and Michael just sits there listening. The urge to kill you fading slowly.  

Billy Loomis 

I feel like if he took a liking to you he’d start to low key stalk you. Like find out where you like to go and stuff and like find where you’re most vunrable. 

He’d plan out a way to kill you specially and you’d ruin it by like complimenting him and he’s just caught so off guard. 

You walk down the back alley your step sister told you that would get you to school quicker when you trip on something. Before you hit the ground someone’s there to stop you. You don’t see the knife in his back pocket as you stand up and face him. He’s got glowing brown eyes and short brown hair. He looks so charming. “Watch out there hun don’t wanna get hurt.” He says. All you can do is stupidly nod back and smile. 

“Yeah um good thing a handsome guy like you caught me. I’m Y/N.” You say. He’s a bit shocked by the compliment but keeps his cool. 

“I’m Billy. I noticed you around school this week. You new or something?” He asks. You nod. 

“I am yeah. I’ve been looking for someone to help me like navigate this town. My dad recently remarried and we moved out here. I would really appreciate if a cute boy like you helped me learn my way around here.” He flushes a bit pink and smiles.  

“Well let me help you out then.” He grabs your hand and you smile. The two walk on, talking and laughing.

Vincent Sinclair

I feel like you’d see him on accident. Like you’re at the house of wax and he’s upstairs on accident and you’re just try to talk to him.

He’d be so confused about why you like him but he’d get this feeling he should keep you around.

He’ll use basic sign language and probably write stuff down.

You open the door to the House of wax in this small town. Looking around you find very realistic wac sculptures. Everything is made out of wax. “ Hello?” You ask looking around. You walk into what looks like a dining room. You notice a big man with long black hair. The left side of his face looks off but you’re still entranced by his beauty. “Hello, I’m sorry I’m just looking around,” You notice wax all over him, “Did you make these?” You ask. He nods. You smile and look around.

“They’re really good man. Are you Vincent?” You ask. He nods again. “Your brother Lester mentioned you. Talked about a pair of knives he made you. I must say you’re a lot more handsome then I was expecting.” He freezes unsure what to do. No ones ever flirted with him before. “Can you talk?” You ask. He shakes his head. “Oh can you sign? I know a little.” He nods and signs ‘Are you going to hurt me’. You shake your head. “Of course not. I’m Y/N. You live in a lovely town Vincent. You’re very talented.”

‘Thank you.’ He signs. ‘You can stay here, if you want.’ He signs. “Oh thank you, I’m hitch hiking around so a place to stay would be nice. I just need a permanent place. Maybe near here. It’s peaceful out here.” ‘Very quiet. Not many people.’ He signs. You smile. “I’m desperate for a quiet place to stay. Especially if there’s cute guys like you.” The last urge to kill you faded right there. He doesn’t necessarily trust you, just something about you stops him from hurting you.

#slashers #horror #billy loomis #michael myers #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x y/n #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #slashers x reader #slasher comfort

[scarfacemarston]

For the winter otp questions, could you do Yelena? I thought of her when I saw them. Don't know who to pair her with though! ☺️ Just pictured her all wintered up. Maybe some gen with Natasha? All the numbers if that's not too much? 👉👈 They're all so cute.

Is it this one that you're talking about? I have two Christmas prompts. I can't help in terms of shipping, but I was thinking Natasha and Yelena as sisters. This is in a verse where Natasha lives, because she deserved better.

Holly: Will you include the mistletoe tradition in your works? Do your characters participate? Have you ever celebrated this tradition in your own home? Yelena and Natasha refuse to do mistletoe in their own homes. The Avengers compound had one, but it caused too much controversy. Tony insists they stay at his parties, though. Melina and Alexei have one in the threshold of their bedroom where the girls will absolutely not go in and Melina and Alexei get their kisses anyway. If Natasha is dating someone, she MIGHT tolerate a mistletoe. Yelena will not.

Peppermint: Thoughts and opinions on ugly Christmas sweaters? Yelena: It takes some time because Yelena finds they clash with her fashion style - she's the more fashion conscious between her and Nat, but later on? Yelena LOVES them and can't get enough of them. She just had to find the right one to be interested. Natasha: Natasha might find an ironic one or one that is more of a meme. Not like a cat pics meme but a meme of the avengers that she's decided to adopt as her own. However, there is nothing too crazy with her. It's not her thing.

Chocolate: Reaction to the first snow of the year. It's meh for them. They grew up in Russia. They acknowledge it can sometimes be beautiful, but Natasha thinks of all the sludge that comes with it. Yelena finds it more beautiful that Nat, but only when it's the big fluffy snow which she does not see very often.

Tree: Who convinces who to get a real tree this year? Natasha is the one who convinces Yelena. Yelena is very environmentally conscious, while Nat is as well, Yelena tends to take it more seriously. They debate what is truly more "Green" (get it?)However, after rock, paper, scissors, Natasha wins and they find a real tree - which Tony volunteers to laser cut it while Steve volunteered to cut for them. They politely refused.

Apple: Something you’re characters like to do as a couple/group. Yelena likes selfies/family pictures. She can't help it. She wants to make up for lost time and make as many memories as she can. The pictures make these memories more tangible and despite the pictures of the past being fake, she still enjoyed the memories of taking those pictures. She also loves playing tourist and taking Natasha or Kate with her. Natasha loves trying new cafes and restaurants, but also cooking for others. She has a special fondness for domesticity. She's not entirely sure why, but she thinks it's because it can be a form of peace from her busy hectic life. Melina approves because, "Cooking is just chemistry". Gift: Who has been waiting all year to give their gift to another person? How long have they planned it? Both girls do. Natasha is a strategist and planner. She naturally and selflessly has always put a lot of time and effort into caring for others and finding out what they truly enjoy. Natasha is the type of girl who finds the most obscure thing on Ebay and gifts it to you...but she'd rather hunt it down for herself like a scavenger hunt. The more obscure, the better. Yelena WANTS to do the same, but realizes she's not as good at it or patient as Natasha. She tries to make something instead...only for it to go wrong. Knitting goes wrong, crotchet goes wrong...but metal working? Goes quite well and she will make either a weapon, something useful, or a decorative sculpture. (Please let me have welder or blacksmith Yelena.)

Cinnamon: Favorite festive drink. Natasha: Mulled Wine Yelena: Hot chocolate with vodka and cinnamon to spice it up. Mug: Do they have a cheesy cup they use specifically for the holidays? Natasha: Yes, actually. Clint's kids gave her a mug in the shape of a snowman. Yelena does not have one...yet. Kate is on a secret mission to find the perfect one for Yelena.

Cider: Something they’re worried about during this time of the year. Natasha worries about Steve. She knows she shouldn't. She knows he's an adult, but she still knows what it means to be alone. Luckily, Bucky is with him this Christmas and she worries a little less. She also hopes that things stay quiet for once in her life. Yelena is worried about what sort of memories she'll unlock if she visits Melina and Alexei. She had some pleasant memories during her time in Ohio, but sometimes, remembering these memories can be painful for her.

Eggnog: Favorite winter activity. Natasha: Ice skating and sitting by the yule log. She loved athletics and then warming up all nice and cozy warming up with hot tea. Yelena: Snow sledding! The girl is chaotic energy and loves having fun. She has to release that energy somehow. She doesn't mind getting messy, either. If she can trip Natasha or Kate to fall into the sled, even better.

Turkey: How are they coping this year? Is this time of the year hard for them? I hc that Natasha has S.A.D. disorder, sometimes. I also believe it's possible for the Widows to be especially busy around Christmas as with so many formal events, it would be the perfect time to eliminate certain marks. Sometimes, she broods - with good reason. Yelena didn't remember her past Christmases to know to miss it. She vaguely remembers the ones in Ohio and those were happy times for her. Other than that, no.

Fuzzy socks: Favorite chill hangout activity (OTP or group activity)? Natasha loves movies while Yelena loves board games. She fully takes advantage of game nights whether it's with Melina and Alexei, Kate and Clint's family, or with the Avengers. She swears she doesn't cheat. As you can imagine, this does not stay a "chill" activity for long.

Blankets: Do they prefer to leave the house or stay inside during the winter. Both women were trained to tolerate the weather no matter what. The cold doesn't bother them so much. Nat is always working so she hardly thinks about the cold. However, she does enjoy her time alone indoors. Yelena loves being outside, but sometimes, there is such a thing as being too cold.

Christmas lights: How much do they decorate the house? Yelena loves to raid Target and especially loves the Featherly Friends bird collection as well as knit blankets, twinkling lights and candles with just a hint of tinsel. She learned the hard way that it gets EVERYWHERE. Natasha doesn't really decorate. She still has the mentality that she shouldn't become accustomed to living in one place for too long. However, Steve has painted her a winter scene, The Barton children have gifted her crafts, which she has displayed on her fridge as well as a few gifts from Tony, Thor, Bruce and Wanda over the years. However, she still keeps it minimal.

Family: Do they have family they’re going to see? It depends, sometimes it's the Avengers - with Natasha being closer to some more than others. Sometimes, it's Yelena visiting Kate before she and Natasha have a quiet Christmas together. Sometimes, it's Natasha with the Bartons, or it's with Melina and Alexei

Snow: What are they naming their first snowman of the year? Natasha thinks it's stupid and won't do it. Okay, fine, she'll do it for Clint's children. They name it Fred. Yelena names hers Rodney.

Tradition: What are their yearly traditions? Natasha remembers watching the Nutcracker ballet on tape or if they were especially fortunate, seeing it in person. She has a complicated history with ballet, but she's always loved the Nutcracker. Yelena, meanwhile, wants to eat Russian teacake cookies. Notice I said eat, not bake.

Pine Needle: What are they doing on Christmas Eve? Well, Hawkeye showed that it could be better. However, this is a "She lives" Au. Usually, they are with the Avengers, their "parents", hanging with each other, or Yelena will make a point to visit Kate. Honestly, Yelena makes it a tradition to visit or leave some sort of hidden message or note for Kate each year in remembrance of their first meeting. Yelena wants to go out and see the lights whereas Nat has to be dragged out. Once she's in her comfy PJ's and bathrobe - there is no moving. Sorry, Yelena, those puppy eyes won't work.

Ornament: What are they doing on Christmas Morning? Natasha would like to sleep in, but she knows that her body isn't going to let her. Too many years of training, regulation and routine. Yelena is in the same position, but she will take back her sleep schedule, thank you very much. Then the girls have pancakes, before going to Melina and Alexei's house if they were not sleeping over already. There, Melina makes a huge traditional Russian feast which she most certainly expects the girls to assist...Alexei goes and naps. Then they open gifts, Alexei sings songs and tell stories before Yelena insists they watch an American Christmas movie because she finds them hilarious. However, Natasha also loves spending time with the Avengers, especially Steve since he doesn't have family at this time. Sometimes, if she's in the States, she'll have a small family dinner with Steve, Clint, and some years Wanda while they show Steve It's A Wonderful Life. He, in turn, wants to watch Christmas films from his era including The Shop Around the Corner and Holiday Inn.

#yelena belova #natasha romanoff #melina vostokoff #alexei shostakov #clint barton #kate bishop #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #tony stark #lila barton #cooper barton #nathaniel barton #laura barton

[polyboros]

ohio worms time >:) this is a rundown of the first irm for all (checks hand) thirteen players i’m writing irms for. ves sundae already has two concepts, so both of those will be outlined here. the rest is between me and god (not conceptualized yet)

lenny crumb - ohio state reformatory. normal guy who leads the ghost/paranormal tours at the reformatory & summoned a ghost in the cathedral off hours to play blaseball for nyr. said ghost doesn’t remember jack or shit about nyrself besides being rude and how to play blaseball so ne steals lenny’s pronouns and the first half of nyr name

vessalius sundae v1 - cleveland play house. middle-aged performer who unofficially retired from the stage to become the artistic director for the play house. lived in sarasota fl for some time in the early parts of her career, but moved back to ohio when she was about 30 to be closer to home. joining blaseball was an accident but she’s having fun in the spotlight again

vessalius sundae v2 - dietsch brothers. works at the ice cream counter and the chocolate counter interchangeably. cognitohazard who looks like other blaseball cognitohazards’ original form. has gotten the employee of the month title exactly once

patchwork southwick - lake erie frozen lighthouse. there’s a couple of these but i’d like to imagine in the blaseball universe at least one is just... perpetually frozen, because for the fucking life of me none of the websites i looked at told me if the one i liked WAS always frozen. it is now. lighthouse keeper who either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that their lighthouse is Like This. has a cat. the cat is a ghost. this also goes unaddressed.

xandra pancakes - world’s largest horseshoe crab. realass roadside attraction btw i want to go see it. xandra emerged from the shadows the same election that luis came to the worms, so there’s a “we stole this fake crab from baltimore” kind of vibe going on. crab heist. xandra “carcinized” from the experience and now hosts drag shows at the giant horseshoe crab statue

scratch deleuze - elmore tombstone derby. dlerby, if you will. avid participant in the motorized casket race, and has recently incorporated design elements referencing the dead ohio worms as some kind of memorial. she’s also responsible for dragging the entirety of the worms to turn the stadium into a haunted house attraction every october

cantus hojo - toledo botanical gardens. artist who works with glass & creates sculptures to be seasonally displayed across the gardens. occasionally helps out with the gardens, but has largely lost time for that since joining blaseball; very loudly misses it. some of her creations can be found across the worms’ stadium.

muse scantron - neonworks of cincinnati / american sign museum. makes custom neon signs & helps to repair older ones; since coming back to blaseball from the black hole, they’ve had a pretty long backlog they’re still working through. however, they’ve still managed to find the time to decorate the stadium and their teammates’ livelihoods or homes with custom neon signs on request. they’re reportedly “pretty happy” they got sent to the shadows, as it gives them more time to work on the job they actually enjoy doing

susananana portmanteau - moonville tunnel. train conductor ghost with an accompanying ghost train that picks up “residents” from all parts of ohio who want to try moving on. rumoured to originally be an amalgam of railway workers who died around moonville tunnel, but xe’s never said as much, so it’s anyone’s guess. keeps directing the train to go into lake erie, and frequently tries to aim it directly into the ocean closest to any given away game. xe’s fine. the consistent attack on lake erie means xe has a rivalry with patchwork southwick.

millipede aqualuft - ohio uni in athens. humans vs zombies admin who was participating in a game on the go and was in the wrong place at the very, very wrong time. just some college student. trying to recruit their teammates & other blaseball teams into trying out a leaguewide game on the field (it’d be fun i promise i prommy cmon)

kit ratoon - bill’s donuts. joined the worms’ shadows for a steady supplement to his income so he could pay off student debt, and never really expected to be dragged into active play in the middle of the worst season ever while making a donut delivery to the worms. they do make very good donuts, though.

scoobert toast - columbus park of roses. goes by toast. was visiting the stadium to discuss planting a garden outside the museum with the director there when pudge nakamoto died and they got the call to play. has spent the better part of their life tending to roses, but picked up the basics of blaseball just in time to receive the credit to the team modification. they’ve mostly spent their time since joining trying to grow roses around the stadium and thinking steadfastly about anything except the end of the world, because that’s entirely too out of their paygrade as a gardener. occasionally cut roses they touch turn to gold.

katy cornbread - jungle jim’s international market. employee at a decidedly more omegamart-esque blaseball version of jungle jim’s who joined the ohio worms shadows in season 19 in hopes that she could get the hell out of retail at the weird multiuniverse store with plastic sharks all over the place. got her wish in season 22 but got the subtractor mod in the s22 elections, and worried through the end of the world about being kicked off the team for unrun crimes and having to go back to jungle jim’s

ephraim ladd - i-80 rest stops. heyy look a guy who already has irm i only have to write one for him. formerly a statue that appeared at every rest stop on i-80 in ohio, identical each time besides extremely passable subtle differences, ladd now plays blaseball and all of his movements are telegraphed to the rest stop statues. unsurprisingly this has not made all of the rest stops being identical any less creepy

#kbitycus talks #atti wormposts #blaseball #thinking about them :)

[moonriizee]

₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒ Chapter 1 - Gwendolyn, are you freaking stupid?

Pairing- Anton × OC

-learn about Gwendolyn Park and also see what happens when Anton gets bullied by a bunch of douchebags

: ̗̀➛ Next , Masterlist

"Are you dumb?" "Are you freaking stupid?" "Why won't you say anything?"

Those words never left her ears, even after leaving America. The same words, but in a different language.

"Seriously why are you like this?"

But that didn't matter when she would be in a practice room, happily vibing to the beats- she didn't feel like having to conform to anyone's image of her. She could be herself.

And when she would paint, or carve a sculpture, or create origami or sketch a scene she could also be herself. She could write down what she felt- when it was difficult to say it. She found solace in art- every form of it.

"Gwendolyn, do you want others to know about you?" One of the staff asked, as a couple of them sat in a meeting room. "Um, I'll let them know eventually but um, not-not really," she kept shifting her gaze from the floor, to the walls, to everywhere else but their eyes.

"I sometimes really don't get you, when you perform it's like you're a totally different person, so confident, are you just putting up an act?" One of the male staff joked.

"No, sir, I wouldn't act like this to get bullied, people call me dumb, stupid and idiotic, why would anyone like that?" She asked, nonchalantly not realising her tone was a little rude.

In anger, one of the staff said, " seriously, you deserve to be called that, why are you so stupid? I wish we hadn't taken up the chance of debuting an autistic girl just to make our image better, god "

That night, Gwendolyn Park would be sobbing into her pillows, sniffling and trying not to make much noise as her roommate Eunryung slept beside her. "I'm not dumb!" She wished she could scream out- but she really couldn't.

-

"Are you alright?" Anton would ask her the next day, as they would be sitting down after an extensive rehearsal. They were still testing the group's overall chemistry and as things were going, they were positive they would debut, but maybe with another girl- one of the staff had said.

"Yes," she replied, staring back into oblivion.

"Something's off with Gwen, I know it." Anton brought up, when she had gone out of the room with one of the managers. "Yea no shit," Eunseok shrugged.

"I mean she seemed weird since we came back to the dorm yesterday, but I thought she was just tired," Wonmee sucked in a breath. "Yea, today she didn't even have the chocolate that she has every day, like every day," seunghan disclosed.

They continued, talking of her weird antics until Eunryung said, "The staff probably said something crude to her about her autism."

"What?" Confused faces stared at the eldest in the room. "Oh wait, right, you guys couldn't have picked it up..." The girl sighed.

"What do you mean?" Sungchan, Wonbin and Yuri asked in unison. "Well, for starters, she can never keep eye contact, secondly, she's always awkward- sure that could be introvertedness but she also does things in a repetitive or a routinely manner," Eunryung began.

"For example, eating that chocolate before practice everyday, or sitting in the same spot- you know, 'her spot', get what I mean?"

"Ohh," Seunghan gasped. "So then how could she perform that well? I mean doesn't autism like I don't know really effect you?" Sohee wondered.

"Yea, shouldn't she also be awkward while performing?" Shotaro asked. "Not necessarily, it is actually autism spectrum disorder, so the symptoms can really vary from person to person but maybe for her performing is like an escape, something she can just do without having to give a second thought- a lot of artists are autistic you know?" Eunryung cleared up.

"That makes sense..." sungchan trailed off.

"Also, she goes for a "routine checkup" every second week- but the hospital file shows one of the best psychiatric departments," She finally said.

"Oh so you weren't sherlock, you just saw her file," Eunseok scoffed. "Well, I didn't open her file, it was just on her table and I happened to glance at the cover," she defended.

"So you're partly sherlock?" Wonbin asked.

"Sure."

"People, Gwendolyn won't be there for the rest of the practice, please get on without her for the day." A sudden announcement made the group get off the ground and begin their routine once again- a cover song that would be another "chemistry-between- members" test.

-

Anton was the last one to leave the studio, throwing his duffle bag over his shoulder, putting in an airpod and selecting his favourite song from spotify.

He was peacefully walking back when a group of boys suddenly blocked his way. "You've been so ignorant since you were announced in the debut group huh?" One of them smirked, towering over the young boy.

"No I just, haven't had time.." Anton began to get fearful. "Yea right, then how about you give us some money to make up for it?" Another one of the three bullies spoke up, pushing anton towards the wall. They continued forcing the boy into giving up some bucks, well that was until a bottle was thrown at one of their heads.

"Who the f- oh it's this bitch huh?" He diverted his attention. "Sorry, you looked like the trash can, my bad." Gwendolyn said, standing near the vending machine.

"What did you just say?" He grew angry, steps heading towards the girl. "No- no- Hyungmin don't-" Anton tried pulling him away, alas, hyungmin shoved him away.

"Seriously you need to learn some fucking manners," he headed towards her, palms clenching into a fist. Just as he was about to hit her, the girl cleverly bend down, dodging his punch and letting his hand hit the metal of the machine.

He yelped, and his two lackeys tried to fight girl but of course, she hit the shin of the boy in front who toppled and made the one behind him stumble.

"Anton, quick run!" She exclaimed, after taking a hold of his hand and running away from the scene. The two headed inside the lift, repeatedly pressing the "close lift" button when they realised the three delinquents were following them. And just in time they made it, they escaped the bullies. As they reached the ground floor they ran off to the exit, seeing that the other lift was heading down as well.

Finally they made their way out of the building, near a convenience store. Awkward silence filled the air.

"Um, wait here," he said, going in the store. After a couple of minutes he returned, two can s of chocolate milk and a familiar sandwich in his hand.

"You like this right? You eat it often?" Anton remembered Eunryung saying that she did things routinely, so she would probably like to eat the chicken club sandwich she has from this place around this time right? And he'd seen her drink the chocolate milk quite often as well.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of two of her favourite things. "Thank you," she spoke meekly, accepting the food.

"Thank you for saving me though..." he trailed off, voice soft and hesitant. "No one should be bullied like that," she justified, opening the plastic wrap.

"What if they did something to you though?"

"Well um then, I would've told my manager and asked them to check the cctv recording- which I am gonna do tomorrow and save you from any further bullying," she looked away from him, gazing at the flower pot nearby.

"Why would you do any of that for me?" Anton suddenly asked, feeling as if he was being a "burden" to her.

"Well...because I like you." She very boldly said.

"W-what?!" Anton panicked, his cheeks reddening.

"Oh no- not like that, but like, as a person, you're sweet and caring. You always ask how I am, and try to include me, you always know if something's wrong with me, you're a good person Anton, and no one should treat you like the way those delinquents did." She finally looked at him, before pulling her gaze away few seconds later, sipping the can.

Anton just smiled, his cheeks still blushing.

"But I also would do all of that to let you guys know that even if I have autism I-I'm not dumb, or-or stupid-I am hard-working, I'm talented, I want to be an idol and I will perform on stages one day, I won't be just a publicity stunt by the company!" Gwen didn't know what happened but her tears slowly left the cornea of her eyes, staining her cheeks as she rambled. "I heard you guys while coming back to the room, but I ran away necause I thought you'd bully me like other people did...Ms.Nam understood and she let me practice on my own for the day..." she finally calmed down, taking a deep breath.

"Gwenny, we would never do that! It isn't like that! We would never think you're stupid, never, in fact, we think that you're so cool, even with a disorder you perform so well, but autism doesn't define you, it's merely a part of you, it is not who you are. You are a talented, beautiful and intelligent girl that just happens to have it. Believe me Gwendolyn Park, even if SM wants to use you to better their image or as a publicity stunt, the public will you either way because that's how perfect you are."

-

"...She even said "Sorry, you looked like the trash can, my bad" and then..."

"Wait so Anton, you were being bullied by who?!? Imma beat those motherf-" eunseok yelled.

"She's like Ko Moon-young!" Sohee exclaimed.

"Wait you called her gwenny?" Wonbin fixated on the tiny detail.

"Oh my god Anton you like her!" Seunghan somehow concluded.

"What? No? Why would I even like her?"

"So you hate her?"

"NO LIKE I MEAN-"

"That's the loudest you've ever spoken!" Sungchan grinned.

#kpop #riize anton #riize #riize wonbin #eunseok #sungchan #riize seunghan #riize shotaro #riize sohee #kpop added member

[banqdanfnfic]

which, as they kiss, consume | jjk

you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend

pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader

genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut

word count: 4k

warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare

♫ : Streets by Doja Cat, Candy by Doja Cat

♡ Aesthetics: Playlist | Moodboard

He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.

“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.

“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.

It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.

The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.

“Are you sure?”

You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.

You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.

For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.

Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.

After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.

Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.

Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.

The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.

You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.

His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.

“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.

This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.

Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.

To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.

The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.

A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.

He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.

“Hey are you okay?”

You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.

But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.

You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.

“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.

It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.

“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.

“Me too”

It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.

“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”

He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.

“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.

Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.

Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.

Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.

He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.

It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.

Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.

“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.

You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.

You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.

After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.

The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.

"I'm going to start", he says shyly.

You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.

It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.

Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.

After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.

"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.

"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.

"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.

Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.

The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.

You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.

You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.

He fishes out a mirror for you to look.

"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.

"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.

"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.

The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.

Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.

As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.

He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.

He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.

"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you

"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".

He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.

which, as they kiss, consume

"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.

"That's… hot"

You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.

"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.

His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.

While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.

He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.

As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.

His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.

He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.

Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.

Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.

He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.

You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.

He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.

His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.

Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.

He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.

He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.

He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.

"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.

Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.

"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.

He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.

"Is that fine?"

"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.

He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.

Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.

He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.

In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.

Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.

By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.

"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.

"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.

He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.

"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.

"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".

You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".

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a/n: this is my first time writing smut and i basically died of second hand embarrassment during the process. pardon for my untalented ass, i tried this wip continuously for a week and i seriously don't think it could get anything better though it's probably not much.

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[slashhinginghasher]

Taking your slasher ice skating

Billy Lenz

Based on where he lives, I imagine Billy already knows how to skate

Take him to one of those ultra-Christmasy outdoor setups with the pretty lights and a big tree in the middle

Matching sweaters and hand-holding are required

Feed him an endless amount of candy canes and hot chocolate and watch his sugar-buzzed ass go flying like a wind up toy

Jason Voorhees

Your biggest challenge is going to be getting him to understand that it's just a few inches of ice on a solid floor and you aren't trying to trick him into the middle of a lake

Once you get past that hurdle, big boy is surprisingly graceful

People will make lots of hockey jokes about his mask, which you'll need to explain to him later

He's used to everyone finding him scary, so when you tell him that his mask made people happy, he'll get all shy and blushy

Wants to go again

(Maybe he'll wear a Santa hat over the mask next time)

Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Can you skate while your hand is on someone's ass? Billy is gonna find out.

(Related: can you skate while someone's hand is on your ass? You're gonna find out.)

Stu is weirdly, unfairly good at skating.

He'll literally skate circles around you and Billy and skate backwards whenever he passes you just to show off.

Billy shoves him into the barrier at least once (or penalty box, if you're at an indoor rink)

Expect long debates on the relative merits of icicles vs. ice skates as a murder weapon, as well as the feasibility of death by zamboni

Thomas Hewitt

Absolutely will not get on the ice

He is a good Texas boy who prefers to walk on good Texas dirt, thank you very much

He will enjoy watching you, though

Secretly afraid you're going to fall and hurt yourself, but it helps if you smile and wave at him every time you pass

Very enthusiastic about cupping your face and holding your hands to warm up your cheeks and fingers after.

Oh, you didn't ask him to? Too bad, he's doing it anyway.

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

DO NOT

This man already falls on his ass enough when wearing normal shoes on normal ground

And it's a long way down

(I had a mental image of him wiping out face-first and his mask just ricocheting off the ice like GONG and made an unholy noise)

Will 100% murder someone with a ice skate

It's a knife glued to a shoe, did you expect him NOT to?

There's a good chance the ice skate will still be attached to you when he kills someone with it

Bubba Sawyer

Is convinced the skating aid is part of the whole experience and insists on using it, even if it becomes apparent that he doesn't need it

Wears a hat with fluffy pompoms

Orders the biggest hot cocoa they have and gets whipped cream on his nose

He's having the time of his life. It's like going on a walk with you, but even more fun!

Chop Top and Nubbins are having a full-on brawl in the middle of the rink

Bo Sinclair

Absolutely sucks at skating and is really pissed about it

Refuses to use a skate aid even though he really needs it

Takes you down with him every time he falls

Eventually declares that ice skating is fuckin' stupid and also if you tell anyone about this, he'll kill you

(Side note: I think Bo would actually enjoy watching a hockey game. Bundle him up, stick a beer in his hand, and watch the stick bois body slam each other)

Vincent Sinclair

Like Thomas, he enjoys watching you skate from the sidelines

Doesn't want to try it himself because he's afraid he'll fall and break his mask

(He might give it a shot if you sneak into the rink after hours, when it's just the two of you)

He'll make little sculptures of you skating afterwards. Even if you're not that great, the figurines will have the poise and grace of an Olympic figure skater

Lester Sinclair

The best skater of the Sinclair bros by virtue of the fact that he's not afraid to fall or look like a fool

That doesn't mean he's good

My man just goes for it

Literally bouncing off the walls

He's little confused, but he's got the spirit

Wants to race and will not take "no" for an answer

Every child there thinks he's the best thing they've ever seen

Seriously, he has a devoted pack of 7-year-olds mirroring his every move by the end of the day

Bonus: Jonesy

#billy lenz #jason voorhees #billy loomis #stu macher #ghostface #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #leatherface #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Hello dear, it says that your requests are open but you might be busy with other asks. Can I request headcanons? I don't really know what is the difference between imagines and scenarios, they kinda look the same to me so I am afraid to request them. So I have a few ideas, so feel free to mix them or choose one, they can be both sfw and nsfw if you want - King England, Cook France, Werewolf Belarus and/or youtuber 2p canada. Thank you in advance and I wish you a nice day.

I don't do 2Ps (my apologies) But I'll still do A YouTuber Canada! And A king England you say? (he's going to need a bigger crown for that big head of his now...)

Also... The more I think about imagines and scenerios, the more I realize they are kind of the same thing... :3

King!England, Cook!France, Werewolf!Belarus, and a YouTuber!Canada!

King!England:

He's a very fair, but brash king

His loyal subjects are treated more like family than hired men and women.

He hold annual balls, no matter the war or hardship and goes above and beyond to help plan them

Even the enemies are invited!

Has a beautiful garden at his castle that is open to the public.

But when it comes down to those who do wrong in, or to his land there is no mercy.

Heads will roll for those who smite any of his land's resources, or take what's not rightfully theirs.

His citizens adore him, and he does his best to not let anyone go hungry or homeless.

Cook!France:

Most people assume he was given head chef as a birth right, but the truth is he worked his way up the latter, and makes everyone of his employees know it.

Doesn't believe in shortcuts, no matter how much of a 'natural talent's they have

If they want it that badly, they better stick to it!

Loves baking and chocolate work the most.

His favorite creation was a giant chocolate Swan he made for one of Ivan's birthdays.

Werewolf!Belarus:

She's a quiet lone wolf. Sort of.

She is part of a rather large pack, her brother Russia as the Alpha. But anyone in the pack he finds precious, she will protect.

So she spends most of her time circling the pack in wolf form, or watching over the group from a distance.

She is extremely elusive when someone is looking for her, and there is always hunters after her pack that tend to go missing,only to be found cowering in a cave off in the mountains.

She's the sole reason there's town rumors about werewolves and other terrible creatures.

Apperance wise, her fur is mostly silver, with soft streaks of black and gray. Her eyes are round, and if one isn't careful they'll mistake her intense hunting eyes as playful.

YouTuber!Canada:

He has a crafting YouTube channel.

He literally goes out into the wilderness and makes huge sculptures and such out of sticks and such, but also like to show people how to paint and carve rocks.

Has a woodshop he shares with Ivan, and they get into funny situations when he let's Ivan in as a surprise guest.

His top rated video is a live stream where he builds a small house for his polar bear, and the bear keeps getting in the way.

His intro video is overly dramatic metal and nature scenery, but then it turns into shopping mall music as he verbally introduces his channel.

8/10 comedian. He knows how to use his quiet and apologetic nature to his advantage.

Has about 12k subscribers.

#hetalia #aph #hws #hetalia england #hetalia france #hetalia belarus #hetalia canada

[indigobackfire]

HPHM OC Profile ✧

Phoenix Nobleworth

" You're like a poisonous flower, Phoenix. Beautiful and inviting with all your colors and aromas and deadly force. "

Full Name: Phoenix Lazar Nobleworth Silverwood

Nicknames: Pheny. Birdy (by some of his Hufflepuff friends). Nobleworth. Silverwood (by Snape out of spite).

Gender: Male.

Birthday: 12th of May, 1973.

Born: Deva, Transylvania, Romania.

Mother: Biological: Antonia Lazar, full Veela. Adoptive: Clarin (née Tramer) Silverwood.

Father: Biological: Emilian Nobleworth, Scottish, Half-Veela, Gryffindor. Adoptive: Palmer Silverwood.

Siblings: Jacob Silverwood (b. 1968), Indigo Silverwood (b. 1973).

Ethnicity: Romanian, Scottish.

Species: Veela.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

MBTI Type: IN(TorF)P-T (I can't decide, so he's both).

Blood Status: Half-blood (I think.)

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff.

Appearance

Eyes: His eyes are a shade between green and blue with very light tones of lilac depending on the light. But due to his Veela powers he can change them into an shape or color he likes.

Hair: A light shade of golden blonde, wavy, usually grown below his chin. (At some point, he dyed a strand turquoise to impress his crush, I know, wild.)

Height: He's reasonably tall usually towering by little other boys, with long legs.

• He's got those handsome looks expected from a full Veela, structural face but round features give him a soft look. He's very strong despite his slim figure. His skin is pretty fair but he has a myriad of scars from past transformations.

• He's told he's a perfect mixture of his parents which gives him a friendly and suave look that easily turns authoritative and seductive when he uses his Veela powers of seduction.

Veela Form: Different from what's described in canon, I like to imagine Veelas having feathers that differ from people to people. Phoenix's feathers are fair golden with the inner side of his wing in shades of red, the feathers go up to the knees and elbows while hands and feet become bird-like with long black talons. His features and ears become sharper, and his teeth, fangs. His eyes turn silver-white when he turns by his will and bright yellow when forced to turn.

Transformation is hardly ever painless and he often hurts himself and takes longer to heal because of the Veela blood. Both spells and potions don't work as effectively, which is why he fights to control his temper, beyond the fact he can end up hurting somebody else.

Transformation occurs when he's either angry, instigated or when someone pulls out a string of his hair. Unless for the latter, he has partial control over his transformation/consciousness (nevertheless requiring practice and focus).

Magical Aspects

Wand: Pearwood with Veela hair core and an amber stone for stability, 14'' and flexibility. "Pearwood produces wands of splendid magical powers, which give of their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous, and the wise, also among the most resilient." Veela's hair core is known to be temperamental — which is why Olivander had trouble making Phoenix's wand, having to insert molten amber to the torn wand for stability. The hair came from one shed by his mother which they used to keep stored for such use.

Patronus: Thunderbird. The Thunderbird is a large, magical avian beast native to North America. A close relative of the Phoenix. They can create storms as it flies and is highly sensitive to danger. They possess three pairs of powerful wings and have feathers that shimmer with cloud-like patterns.

Patronus memory: The day his wizard powers started presenting themselves — he stopped a sculpture from falling on his dad's head within a beat of his heart — and they had a real feast that night.

Veela Abilities: Beyond the popular ability to seduce - which really began when he turned 14 -, Veelas can also dwell and create fire from their hands in human form but requires training to control.

Boggart:

Penny (in specific because he hates to see her cry) holding his dead sister, hurt and bleeding, and hearing Penny say how could he have done that, because he's terribly afraid of losing his control and hurting Indigo.

Riddikulus: Penny tuns into Tonks and Indigo wakes up saying it was ketchup and makeup all along.

Amortentia: Regular burning candles, purple passionfruit, the smell of the house/apartment he lives in with his family, Peppermint tea, and the smell of fresh clay.

Once he gets over the fear of losing control somewhere around the end of his 4th year, his boggart in year 5 turns into Inferius versions of his parents after he learns about them in DADA, but even worse than described in the textbooks, with bugs crawling out of their mouths, a half-rotten dragon head on their lap and clothes stained with nearly black blood.

He has a hard time using Riddikulus on that one.

Miscellaneous

Pets: A Flama Squirrel (I made up from a real one), a magical squirrel that sets itself on fire when threatened, mostly predated by smaller breeds of dragons and Chimeras. The Flama's liver is commonly used in Erumpent potion with the intention of increasing its property but its lack doesn't spoil the potion, and their glands used to be common in perfumes for aphrodisiac fragrances until they started going extinct from excessive hunting.

Things he always carries with him: His wand, a chocolate bar, his favorite quill, a flask of water, and his class schedule cause he forgets them very often.

Lucky Amulets: A feather from his mom and another from his dad that he can wear on his hair and does on special occasions.

Best Friends

His sister, but as I did for her, I want to write their relationship in another post.

Aspen: Not only his cousin but also one of his best friends. Their personalities clash, her being outspoken and feral, and him being softer and more collected, yet they can't live without each other. He considers himself her protector, but from how savvy she is, it's her who ends up protecting him most times.

Boy!Rowan: His first Hufflepuff friend having met at the Hogwarts Express on their first ride. Rowan is his best friend and partner in crime. They usually spend time reading, walking open fields, and helping his sister with her plans of finding the cursed vault. Rowan supports him with tests and homework when his personal life gets overwhelming.

Chiara: They easily bond after he finds out her secret about being a werewolf, and they share support and help in times of instability. They like going out on picnics and to watch the creatures in the reserve. They actually enjoy dueling each other for fun, it's cute.

Penny: His first crush while still a boy in Hogwarts, he enjoys her company from her confidence and overall bright personality. Despite growing out of his affection for her, they're still good friends and enjoy each other's company. He offers a comforting shoulder when her relationship with her sister gets tricky.

Diego: He and Diego take a long time until they officially hit it off. Diego's personality being too grandiose and extroverted for Phoenix's taste. But as soon as he discovers that Aspen has a mad crush on him, goes out of his way to find out more about him, not trusting him to be a proper suitor for her. Despite his opinions, with time, their relationship evolves into a sincere friendship from Diego's good humor and adventurous heart.

Badeea: The one person he never thought he'd be friends with considering her intellectual (Ravenclaw-like) demeanor and collected attitude. But one day, when she gathers the courage to call him to pose for one of her paintings, he finds out she shared the exact same thoughts about him. Their friendship is quiet-like and profound, they share their thoughts about recent reads and go stargazing.

Orion: He first interacts with Orion when his sister joins the Gryffindor quidditch team and never he would've guessed how much Orion would mean to him. But with time he learns that Orion's presence is a suave and soothing one, and when he confronts Orion about how he can be that way, he decides to guide him into spiritual and mental balance. They meditate, chill and bond over shared experiences -- both being orphans, cool-headed, and deeply compassionate people.

Dormmates: It's him, Rowan, Diego, and two muggle-born boys, Lance and Edward, through which they learn a lot from the muggle world.

Academics

Favorite Classes:

History of Magic (when his friends are teaching)

Herbology

Ancient Runes*

Divination

Least Favorite:

Potions

Arithmancy

Favorite Professor: Minerva McGonagall. She's just so thoughtful and poise, the coolest animagus and the most powerful witch he knows.

Least Favorite: Snape for obvious reasons. He doesn't hate Snape but he also rather not be in his presence in potions class.

Quidditch: He cheers for Gryffindor when his sister is playing against the other houses, but his allegiance is to Hufflepuff. Imagine his excitement when Cedric Diggory joined the team and came down slaying with his abilities.

Yum,yum my Hufflepuffy boy, I love him. Can't wait to get into more detail about his past and romantic relationships.

#hphm oc #hogwats mystery #hufflepuff #hphm #phoenix nobleworth #oc profile

[friendship-ended-with-pokespe]

Kirby and the Dangerous Gourmet Mansion!? Chapter 5

That noon, Meta Knight visited Castle Dedede. “King Dedede, Kirby, I came to pick you guys up.” “We were waiting~, Meta Knight!” “Right on time~!” Already, Kirby is finishing on his make-ups. King Dedede too has his body covered with the pink dress that Waddle Dee tailored.

King Dedede is covered entirely up to this head. A gap was well opened just barely for his eyes and mouth portions. Covered with a faint lace, it's a design where the opening can’t be discovered from the outside. This indeed, is from Waddle Dee’s laborious work. Peeking from the gap with bulging eyes, King Dedede complained. “The dress shrank again. It's because Waddle Dee is so bad at sewing!” “......No. From what I saw, it seems you got larger again......” “What did you say?” “Haven't you considered going on a diet even just a little......” Meta Knight sighed, and once again looked at the pair. “Well...... Do your best to fool them.” “You can count on me~! I'll try my best!” “Let's set out then. Kirby, unite with Dedede.” “On it!” Kirby jumped on top of King Dedede’s head. Busily running around, Waddle Dee put a wig on Kirby. Kirby’s feet were hidden with a large ribbon, and their joining point was unrecognizable.

Taking a step back, Meta Knight gazed at the two and nodded in a mixed feeling. “Well...... It does look like one person. No point in making a fuss about it now. Let’s leave it to the heavens.” Ignoring Meta Knight’s worries, Kirby and King Dedede are completely lost in their excitement. “Ahh~ Mrs. Parfaitlike’s Party! I’m so excited!” “Just from Chef Kawasaki cooking, there's no doubt mountain-loads of mouth-watering feast will be there!” “I wonder if there will be hiyashi chuka!? Then, tuna-mayo rice balls!” “You silly. There's no way foods that ordinary will be served. When it comes to parties, meat is the definitely the way to go! Roast beef! A thick steak! Ohh, how irresistible!” “It'll be great if there are plenty of meat, fish, vegetables, fruit, and even cake!” “Yup, I'm on the same boat!” Just like that, they’re having a lively conversation as if they've been best friends since birth. Meta Knight warned the pair. “If you get too carried away, you might end up exposing your identity. King Dedede, you have the role of the ‘body,’ so you mustn't talk.” “So since I'm the ‘head,’ it’s okay for me to talk!” “You can't.” Meta Knight shook his head and said harshly. “For you, talking might blow your cover. I'll introduce you as a shy, reserved woman. Just stay quiet, and smile.” “That’s boring!” “We’ll get kicked out of the party if our identity is exposed. You're fine with that?” “I'm not......” “If so, keep yourself quiet.” “Yessir.” Kirby reluctantly nodded. “Well then, let’s go. It's a short flight with my airship.” “Take care!” Waddle Dee waved his hand. Kirby looked down at Waddle Dee and apologized. “Sorry, Waddle Dee, for not taking you along.” “It's fine, it's fine.” “I'll bring back some of the cooking from the party in a container.” “You don't need to worry about that!” To Waddle Dee, King Dedede being absent was more pleasing than food or anything.

Having the three onboard, the small airship passed along a wide field, (Or “Plain Dedede,” according to King Dedede) and headed westwards. Outside scenery is being projected on the monitor inside the ship. Before long, a beautiful lake (Or “Lake Dedede,” according to King Dedede) could be seen. “If it’s a large mansion on the shore of the lake......then......” “Would......that be it?” Looking up at the monitor, Meta Knight was dumbfounded. Kirby yelled out in a loud voice. “Wow, that's a delicious-looking house!” It was as Kirby said. Mrs. ParfaitLike’s mansion was an enormous “Sweets House.” The white walls looked like a whipped cream, and the roof was like chocolate. Here and there, large decorations of fruits and ice cream shape would also stand out. Of course, there’s no way those were actual foods, but the entire mansion was of a design heavily resembling a cake. “Darn......not bad, that ParfaitLike......!” King Dedede said in frustration, sparked by a feeling of rivalry. “When I return, I'll also decorate Castle Dedede like a cake......! You think I’ll lose to you!” “I don't think such an excessive hobby is good for the building......” More and more, Meta Knight seemed to regret attending the party. Setting that aside, the airship landed gently in front of the mansion. “Yipee! A feast, a feast!” Before the door opened, Kirby rushed off before anyone else, only to be restrained by Meta Knight. “Kirby! You can't just rush ahead by yourself!” “Ah, that's right. I was the ‘head.’” “If only the ‘head’ is running around, people around you will faint. Don't ever leave the top of King Dedede. And finally, don't speak. Just be quiet, and smile.” “Yeah! I got it!” Captivated by the feast, Kirby glibly replied. “Let's go then.” Taking King Dedede’s hand, Meta Knight came down from the ramp extended outside the door.

Passing through the door, it is the venue for a gorgeous garden party. Many visitors, with a glass in hand, are laughing and talking. Not just the mansion’s building, but the garden was also “Sweets Garden.” Instead of fruits, trees have cakes and candies growing on them. What was blossoming on the lawn weren't real flowers, but flowers made of starch syrup and sugar. And, in the center of the garden is a melon soda fountain with a refreshing spout. Meta Knight, Kirby, and King Dedede were all at a loss for words after seeing such a splendidly made “Sweets Garden.” A high-pitched voice suddenly resounded at that moment. “My, if it isn't Lord Meta Knight~! Welcome to my party!”

The one who ran up to him was a woman dressed in bright red over her round body. Her whole body is adorned with sparkling gems. Those accessories also were shaped like nothing but sweets such as candies, cookies, etc. “Wow......so round-” Kirby whispered quietly. “Are you the one to say that, Kirby?” King Dedede talked back sneakily. Meta Knight scolded the two in a low voice. “Didn't I say to be quiet? That’s Mrs. ParfaitLike.” Meta Knight stepped forward in front of the madam, and elegantly greeted her. “Thank you for the invitation, Mrs. ParfaitLike.” “I was all worried, thinking you might not come. I heard you're not very fond of parties.” “Well, it's been a while since I received an invitation. Happy birthday.” Meta Knight held out a bouquet that he prepared. “Oh my, thank you so much! ......Oh?” Mrs. ParfaitLike noticed King Dedede and Kirby standing behind Meta Knight. “Is she your companion?” “Yes, she's my friend.” “What is her name?” “Erm......” Cripes, he hasn't thought of a name. Meta Knight blurted out a half-baked name in a flurry. “De......De......it's Dedeby.” “Ms. Dedeby? My, what a cute-sounding name! Please take your time here, Ms. Dedeby.” Just as he was told, Kirby shut his mouth and smiled. “Pardon me. Dedeby is quite a reserved person. She can’t speak with someone she's unfamiliar with.” Said Meta Knight. “My, I see! She's made just for you......who’s also quiet.” Mrs. ParfaitLike laughed as if it was meaningful. “There's more than enough cuisine and dessert for everyone to eat. Please, help yourself.” “Thank you.” “My proud chefs have made it with all their efforts! I'm sure you’ll like it.” “You've hired Chef Kawasaki, huh? He's the most skilled chef in Dream Land.” “Eh......?” As soon as he said that, her attitude became strange for some reason. Her smile disappeared from her round face. Mrs. ParfaitLike nervously shifted her gaze and talked rapidly. “E-Erm, my. I have no doubts on Chef Kawasaki’s skills. I'm very satisfied.” “Since he closed the restaurant, there are also those who are upset.” “I-Is that so? Hohoho, how terrible. I ended up making everyone resent me.” “Yeah, you sure did......” Grumbled King Dedede, unable to put up with it any longer. In a hurry, Meta Knight stepped on the king’s foot. “Owwww!” Mrs. ParfaitLike was puzzled. “Did you say something?” “No, nothing.” “Right now, I thought I heard something from Ms. Dedeby.” “It must have been your imagination.” “Was that really it......anyways, feel free to take your time. Later on, it'll be the long-awaited dance-time.” Leaving Meta Knight, Mrs. Parfaitlike went off to welcome the other guests as well. “Now......then, how about we go to the buffet corner?” “Yeah, let’s go!” Whispered Kirby in delight. Taking King Dedede’s......no, Dedeby’s hand, Meta Knight walked while the people around them whispered to each other. The voices reach his ears whether he likes it or not. (Please look, it’s Lord Meta Knight.) (Goodness, and I heard he dislikes bustling places. How unusual.) (Who's the woman that he brought along?) (She’s, erm......quite a large woman.) (Is she his friend......) (She might be his lover.) Meta Knight twitched. (She's Lord Meta Knight’s lover? No way!) (Considering it's Lord Meta Knight, isn't it a bit suspicious that he brought a woman with him? I don't think she's simply his friend.) (Hmm......that is true. Then, could it be his lover after all?) (Yeesh, so Lord Meta Knight liked that type of woman, huh?) Meta Knight was desperate in trying to hold his anger. “What's wrong, Meta Knight? Why are you trembling? Let's hurry and get to where the food is.” Said Kirby in a low voice. “......Just now, I went through the greatest humiliation of my life...... ” “Huh? Why?” “......Never mind.”

While exposed to everyone’s gaze, Meta Knight and Dedeby proceeded towards the inner part of the garden. It was the most extravagant buffet corner that they've ever seen. Decorated with a large ice sculpture, immeasurable amounts of plates are lined up around it. For meat and fish cuisines, it goes without saying, and there were also heaps of pasta, salad, soup, and dessert. “Whoa~!” In an instant, Kirby's look changed. Even now, seeing how he might forget the situation and rush off, Meta Knight warned him. “Don't move around as you please, Kirby.” “I know that......but still! It looks so delicious~!” “We’ll eat elegantly without rushing.” “Sure!” Meta Knight distributed the cuisine to the plate. King Dedede’s hand cannot skillfully carry the cooking towards Kirby’s mouth. Therefore, Meta Knight had to feed the meats and vegetables that he pierced with a fork to Kirby. “Wow~! So delicious~! Next up, I would like the meat over there!” “Take your time and eat.” “It's so good~! Give me some more~!” Once again, everyone that saw his current state gossiped amongst themselves. (Please take a look! Lord Meta Knight is feeding his lover.) (Yes, It feels like he's......having her say “Ahh.”) (Aren't they flirting a bit too much!?) (Lord Meta Knight’s cool image has been ruined, huh?) While bearing the humiliation, Meta Knight continued feeding Kirby. “Hey! Feed me too!” Naturally, King Dedede complained. “Just wait a little. I can only feed you when no one's watching.” “That large tree shade should do it. Let's go.” King Dedede dragged Meta Knight to the shade of a tree. In an instant, the whispers of others are spreading about. (Oh my, Lord Meta Knight and his lover together are running to the shade of a tree!) (It's very lovey-dovey.) (And I thought he was cooler than that. I feel so disappointed.) Under the shade of a tree, King Dedede peeked his mouth wide from the opening of the dress. “Now, hurry up and feed me! I’m at my limit here!” “I understand. Don't speak.” “Meat! Meat! MEEEAAAAT!” Putting heaps of meat on the plate, Meta Knight carries it back to King Dedede. “Here.” Getting fed from the opening of the dress, King Dedede gulped down the clusters of meat with vigor. “Ohhh! My favorite, beef steak! Mmm! Good! So good!” “Don’t talk!” “This level of doneness for a steak, and this rich sauce, hmm, surely this is perfection......” King Dedede licked around his mouth with his huge tongue......but pondered suddenly. “Wait a minute. This is without a doubt a perfection, but......” “What is it?” “This isn't Chef Kawasaki’s recipe. The steak sauce that he makes would have more richness to it.” “A different chef must have made it. There are several chefs in this mansion.” “Hmm......what a waste. Beef steak is a huge speciality for Chef Kawasaki. Why didn't they leave it to him......?” King Dedede became upset. “This is good too, but I do want to eat Chef Kawasaki’s steak......” “Really? If you don't want it, then I'll eat it! Steak, steak!” “You've eaten plenty for quite a while! I still haven't had enough. Next up, go bring me some roast beef!” “I would like more shrimp salad!” “I'm not a servant for you guys, seriously......” While grumbling, Meta Knight returned to the food corner.

Then- It was when Meta Knight was distributing the cuisine to the plate. Just by chance, he happened to hear some whispering nearby. “......Seriously......arfaitLike......selfish......hopeless......” It was in a low voice, but his keen ears didn't miss the conversation. The ones talking in secret are a duo composed of a plump man and a man of small stature. (...... Is this a gossip about Mrs. ParfaitLike? I'm curious......) While outwardly appearing nonchalant, Meta Knight listened attentively to the two’s conversation. “Even chefs at my house were all snatched by Mrs. ParfaitLike. He was such a skilled chef, so I held him very dearly......” “You too? I was as well!” “It seems to be because she promised to pay five times my salary. By no means can I match that!” “Indeed. After all, Mrs. ParfaitLike is really rich......” “I see.” Said Meta Knight and smiled bitterly under his mask. Mrs. ParfaitLike looks to be gathering up talented chefs with talks of money. (She’s quite a gourmet......just how many chefs did she hire, I wonder.) Meta Knight was about to leave with such thoughts, but paused suddenly when hearing words of dissatisfaction from them. “At today’s party, I thought our chef would be the one to cook, but I was let down!” “Oh?” “Our chef’s strongest point is white fish meunière. But today’s meunière was unsatisfactory in taste. This isn't what our chef made.” “So that happened to you too! I'm on the same boat. For our chef, salmon terrine was his masterpiece, but I wasn't satisfied with the terrine that was served at today's party. Another chef seems to have made it.” “I wonder why that's the case.” “It would be better if she just entrusted each of our chefs with their master dish.” “Mrs. ParfaitLike has no idea how to handle chefs!” While listening to the conversation, Meta Knight changed his mind. (Come to think of it, King Dedede said the same thing......that today’s steak recipe wasn't Chef Kawasaki’s......) How could she go through so much trouble gathering large number of elite chefs, while not letting each of them make their master dish? (What are you thinking, Mrs. ParfaitLike? Is there some sort of reason for it......?)

Meta Knight gently asked Mrs. ParfaitLike, who is welcoming the guests. With her face radiant, Mrs. ParfaitLike is cheerfully laughing. Truly, she seemed like a nice person just from the smile. There didn't seem to be any secrets. (......Am I thinking about it too much?) Pulling himself together, Meta Knight returned to the shade of the tree where King Dedede and Kirby were waiting.

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[baldwin-montclair]

The Unlikely Advocate - Part 5

Just a little more backstory to how this little family of a vampire and two witches formed

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

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“You look ravishing.” Baldwin admired when Eileen joined him in the foyer.

“Then why dinner? I already gave you my consent to order me around for a few hours.”

He gave a half smile.

“I suppose you took that to mean I planned to tie you to my bed and have my way with you?”

“Doesn’t it?” She challenged.

“Do you like the dress?” He switched subjects.

She did, from first she saw it, hanging on the outside of her wardrobe. It was a beautiful deep red sculpture and contour dress with a risqué slash reaching from the hem to halfway up her thigh.

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” she regarded him in his suit and tie, “where are we going for dinner?”

“Dinner will be served on my plane.”

“Where are we going?”

“You will see.”

“I don’t have my passport.”

“You won’t need it.”

“But-“

“Do I hear dissent, so soon?”

“No, it’s just-“

“Come here.” He ordered, keeping his gaze on her as she approached.

“We need a penalty system,” he decided “if we’re to do this properly, you will have to behave, do not challenge, question or lie to me as I will be keeping count of every transgression and you will be punished accordingly.”

“Are you gonna put me over your knee?” She taunted, placing her hands on his broad chest and leaning forward for a kiss.

“Do not enter into a battle of wills with me, I will win each time,” he warned, “but if my terms were unclear, I’ll happily repeat them?”

“I’m curious, what is my penance?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“I need to know if it’s worth misbehaving.”

“It isn’t.”

“Are you sure?” She grinned.

With a quiet growl, he pressed her against the wall, capturing her lips in a hard kiss and she was unable to suppress the satisfied smile from her ability to evoke a reaction.

“Is this what you want,” he asked gruffly, “I know you were close before,” I could sense it, smell it, practically taste it. You want nothing more than to be taken hard right here.”

He slid his hand inside the long slit in the side of the dress, running almost the length of her leg, and his fingers slipped inside the delicate lace of her underwear.

“Yes,” she gasped as he toyed with her, barely touching her clit to instead slide a finger up and down her slick entrance, the obvious coolness of his skin against her heat made his touch feel more erotic than all the warmbloods she’d been with.

“However,” he pulled away, “you misbehaved.

As if to underscore his point, he gently kissed her neck, just over her pulse.

“I gave you instructions, they were not followed. Assuming that I failed to make them clear enough, I repeated them. The failure to comply from now on will be treated the same.

He framed her face in his hands tenderly.

“This is not about giving you what you think you want.”

“Then what is it?” She mewled in frustration as the friction he’d created within her dissipated.

“I’m giving you what you need.”

“Which is?”

“Freedom.”

“From?”

“Responsibility, fear of failure. You’ve been white knuckling for a year, and you have managed because of your strength, and courage. Tonight you will do as I say because you have the safety of knowing that I will not drop the plates you started spinning. I will not let you take control over what happens at any point tonight, it defeats the purpose. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he kissed he lightly on the temple and released her, “if I’m unable to discipline you immediately at any point in the evening I will do so when we are alone. I just hope the sun doesn’t rise before your penance is paid. Best let this be the last defiance or it will be a very unsatisfying evening for you.”

She let the protest die in her mouth, internally cursing his ability to find the one thing he could most easily control her with.

A denied climax was annoying at the best of times. Right then, it was the last thing she wanted.

“Stop pouting,” he rolled his eyes with amusement, “I guarantee a wonderful evening.”

“Oh. My God!” Eileen moaned involuntary as the softest, richest chocolate cake she had ever tasted played on her tongue.

After two and a half hours of carefully spaced dishes and conversation, she had already forgiven his harsh denial.

“Good?” He asked.

She nodded with enthusiasm and offered him a forkful.

“No thank you, it would be wasted on me.”

“Am I allowed to ask you questions?”

“Of course.”

“Can you not taste human food?”

“Not in the same way you do,” he shrugged, “Matthew has a theory to explain why it is different,” she nodded for him to continue, “which I did not care to have him explain.”

“You don’t want to know more about your fundamental nature?”

“I know everything I need to, I have not much use for the meaning behind it.”

“But you’ve never tasted chocolate, I cannot even imagine that.”

“Well you needn’t imagine because I have.”

“But you’re so much older than-“ she stopped, “I’m sorry that was disrespectful.”

“And if you were going to say the cultivation of ‘xocoatl’ then it would also be untrue.”

She chuckled, expecting him to admit the joke and stopped when he did not.

“I know that the Romans were not in the America’s two thousand years ago.”

“That’s true,” he agreed, “but we were in Africa, and many from there did travel and trade with the people’s they found in Central America. It was nothing like that confection you are eating now, no sugar, or milk, just a bitter drink that did wake you up. I was lucky to be present for a demonstration.”

“Do you have any idea how big a discovery that is? Not only was it not fucking Columbus, it wasn’t even Leif Erickson who was the first European to ‘discover’ America.”

“Progress is not linear, humans forget much more than they discover, then, when the need arises they ‘invent’ it anew. It’s the way of things.”

“That’s a very kind appraisal.”

“Unlike you, I was not always what I am now, I once shared more in common with humans than creatures.”

“Hard to picture you as a soft squishy human.”

“I could disembowel a man from the age of ten, we did not do soft and squishy in those times.”

“What was Rome like back then?”

“Brutal, beautiful. Have you ever been there in our civilised era?”

“Once, with my family. Sophia and I slipped away as often as we could, we walked around, enjoyed the sun, I found an undiscovered bath-house.”

“Really?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, it was under a space mapped out for luxury apartments. The guy who‘d bought the land was not happy when I uncovered it in front of the police he’d called to have me removed. Turns out he knew and kept it a secret, completely willing to destroy important artefacts to make money.”

“Is that how you know Diana, you find things for her?”

“She doesn’t need my help but I’m happy to give it.”

“You have a talent for finding things.”

“Private Investigator, professional finder of things. I don’t follow people having affairs or being people, I specialise in books, artworks, genealogy.”

“You created your own niche, commendable but dangerous.”

“How so,” she noticed his eyebrow quirk, “it’s not a challenge, I’m genuinely interested in your opinion.”

“Very well,” he seemed satisfied, “it’s a disparate skill set, might raise attention as to how you come by the knowledge.”

“Good point,” she relented, “I chalk it down to my superior research skills.”

“Cunning.”

“Thank you,” she replied politely, trying to ignore the flush of endorphins his approving look gave her with respect to her manners, “and for dinner, it was delicious.”

“I will pass your compliments to the chef,” he checked his watch, “landing should be around twenty minutes.”

“The helicopter is ready for you at the airport sir,” a steward advised him and received a curt nod before removing her empty plate and disappearing into the front section of the private plane.

“Exciting,” she watched him carefully, hoping for an indication, “wonder where we can get to in three hours. Not Paris, it wouldn’t take that long.”

“The helicopter will add twenty minutes if it is of any help.”

“May I please open a window blind to see outside?” He silently shook his head.

She opened her mouth to protest and the slight head tilt told her he was waiting for it.

“As you command.” She answered instead.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I can hear the cogs turning, speak your mind.”

“Okay, I still don’t understand why.”

It was his turn to give her a confused look.

“I mean,” she continued, “I have been nothing but a pain in your backside. I yelled at you in front of your staff, you’ve been dealing with my family, why do this for me?”

“Is it not fairly obvious?”

“Not to me,” she admitted, “if we hadn’t met at the Congregation hearing or even Christopher’s baptism, you wouldn’t have to deal with all my baggage.”

“I don’t have to. I’m sure my sister would make sure both you and Izzy were well protected. I choose to help because I care for the both of you.”

“She seems to really like you.”

“Very smart child and an excellent judge of character.”

“Yes she is, but-“

“But?”

“She needs me,” Eileen admitted, “and I can’t get involved with someone while I’m trying to be there for her. I want to trust but-“

“You don’t have to explain, I understand,” he reached out and placed his hand over hers as the overhead lights came on.

“We are coming into land,” he got up, approached and buckled her seatbelt before taking his seat and doing the same.

The landing was very smooth, surprisingly so, and she waited until the all clear was given before trying to stand up.

“Oh no,” he grinned, a hand firmly on her shoulder, “not without this.”

He showed her a black eye mask blindfold.

“This goes on until we reach our destination.”

“But I want to see outside the helicopter.”

“You will, on the way back.”

She nodded and went to take it from him to put it on.

“Allow me?”

“I’m at your command.”

“You learn quickly.”

Baldwin could shield her eyes but could not hide the sound of waves crashing or the scent of sea air as soon as he got her out of the helicopter.

He led her safely away from the propellers and stopped.

“What’s happening?” She asked with a thrill of excitement.

“Patience,” the smile in his voice was evident and he picked her up into a princess lift, she was more than happy to clasp her hands behind his neck as he carried her to god knows where.

“Are you ready?” He asked after ascending three flights of stairs without even a sigh of strain.

“Desperately,” she admitted as he set her down carefully, a gust of seaside air whipping her hair back and catching her breath.

“I’m going to take this off now, but you have to keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise, clear?”

“Crystal.” She confirmed with a definite nod and felt him untie the material.

“Remember, keep them closed,” he warned and placed a glass in her hand.

“What’s this?” She asked before scenting the wine.

“I’m afraid if I tell you that, you will know where we are.”

“Okay, I already know we’re on an island, facing the water. It took twenty minutes from the airport to here, and this’ the Mediterranean, Italy I think?”

“That’s incredible so far.”

“I think, somewhere in the bay of Naples.”

“How on earth-“

“I told you, I’m good at finding things.”

“Using your magic is cheating.”

“I’m using my powers of deduction, for example, humidity is high, without the sea air it would feel warmer so Italy instead of Greece. The wind seems to fan in around like we’re facing a bowl, so bay of Naples.”

“Unbelievable.”

“We’re on Capri?” She asked and he hesitated for a moment.

“You were so close to being correct, open your eyes.”

The vista before her was like a moving painting, the night illuminated up by so many lights from Naples, reflected in the water. Waves crashing against the cliffs below at high tide created mesmerising sound.

“We are on Ischia, that,” he pointed to a nearby island, “is Capri.”

“Take your time.” He kissed her shoulder and left her to take a nearby chair with his wine to enjoy the view. Rather, he was enjoying the view of Eileen enjoying the view.

“Um-“ she spoke after five minutes of silence.

“Yes?” Baldwin responded, now that she had emerged from the stare herself.

“You live here?”

“I live a lot of places, but my favourite vineyard is here.”

“Oh, this is your bachelor pad, impress and bed some supermodels from Milan.” She teased before taking a sip of wine.

“No-one save myself has been here, until now.” He admitted, offering his hand.

She took it and let him pull her onto his lap.

“It’s very beautiful,” she snuggled against his shirt.

“Don’t get too comfortable, we have a party to attend.”

“Really?” She grinned widely.

“A festival, to celebrate the harvest,” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair, “fair warning, you will probably get fairly messy.”

“Why?”

“Have you tried ever grape treading?”

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