#presenting it tomorrow!! i cannot wait for everyone to see!!

[calisources]

𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences have been taken from different media to be compiled into a list. This is not a meme for minors, the content here goes from mild to highly sexual, topics like dominance, submissive, bondage,praise kink and breeding are all present so discretion is key. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

You are perfect. And now you wear my mark, your ass is mine.

Tie me up, please…

Kiss me hot,heavy,wet & angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for me.

Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again.

They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.

A little vanilla never hurt anybody.

If you have any sense you’ll stay away from him.

Touch me, like this, like a good girl.

That’s it, use your tongue. 

I'd planned to have you on your bed the first time, but maybe I should take you here, by the mirror, so you can see how splendid we are together.

I’m not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I cannot do anything else, But I will say that I have plans for you if you say yes.

I’ll fuck you so good, for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin, my cock deep in your pussy.

I want a second serving of you. I’m hard just thinking of your perfect breasts and hard nipples.

As much as I appreciate that, right now you’re all I want to eat.

Now will you please sit on my face already?

You are corrupting me, Theo.

But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?

The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining.

If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.

I want to learn from you. Teach me what you know.

Once I make you mine, you will be mine forever. I will call you and you will come, in more ways than one.

What have I taught you? Show me, sweet girl.

Use your thighs, ride like it’s your last day on this earth.

I been aching to be inside you since we met, you devil woman.

Hands braced against the wall, and open your legs.

You tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth.

I need you. Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.

The things I want from you, darlin’, will give you nightmares, ones like you’ve never had before.

If you could read my mind, I’m pretty sure you’d either be traumatized, sexually aroused or both.

The nicer you treat her outside the bedroom, the naughtier it will get inside the bedroom.

Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.

That’s it. You can take a lot more, don’t you? Hold on to me.

If you behave, I’ll let your hands go and touch me.

I love your skinny legs, and what's between them.

 I don't want words, but inarticulate cries.

All you have to do is beg, and I will give you what you want.

I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

You make the sweetest little noises. But I need you to be louder, let everyone know.

It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.

Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine.

I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?

And ye whimper under me, and struggle as though you wanted to get away, and I know it's only that you're struggling to come closer, and I'm fighting the same fight.

I can help you with that.

Forgetting him. Moving on. I’m okay with being your rebound. I’ve already said that I want you.

You’ll give yourself to me? Let me take control? Let me send you over the edge of ecstasy time and again until you awaken?

Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.

I feel claimed.

You’re so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around me every time I move a muscle or say a word.

Yeah, arch your back so I can look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.

Pet, I give you permission to be as vocal as you wish, because I am going to blow your mind in a few minutes and I want to hear how much you enjoy the ride.

If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is ask. It would be my pleasure -  and yours.

Watch me make love to you.

I'd like to bite that lip.

I want you sore, baby.

I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, just take me as I am.

I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being.

I’m not wearing anything underneath. Want to see?

You will be staying here until I’ve deemed it safe for you to go back to your life. Do you understand me?

Dominate you? Yes. Master you? yes. Make you yield to what you want, make you surrender to who you truly are? Yes.

Why don’t you scream my name? Let every other man and woman who you belong to.

I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

I taught you everything you know. Every man after me is just a shadow of what I did to you.

I knew you could be a good girl.

You were fucking made for me.

God is not gonna save you from me, baby.

My mouth wants you, I want to feel you in my mouth, way down in my mouth.

I am moist between the legs.

I came three times. During sex. 

Do you know all the ways a Lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you?

You stay right where daddy puts you, baby girl.

Wait until you taste her. She is fucking delicious.

Lick my fingers and feel how wet you are.

Are there big, bad monsters in the woods who want to eat me up?

Right there, don’t stop. I can feel it. 

Please come in me, I don’t care, I want to feel you.

Where do you want it, baby girl? Your cunt, your mouth or your neck?

Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.

Seriously? In the morning, again? 

You said to rest but I can feel you hard against my back. 

You can do all the rest sweet, let me take care of you.

I want you to fuck me, Chris.

A little playful banter never hurt — or did it?

One should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.

Come here and undress me.

How am I supposed to do my job when all I can think about is getting back to you?

Someone could walk in on us. 

Better be good and come fast, then. Or everyone will see you begging for more.

I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.

Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.

Am I doing it good, baby? Just like you taught me? 

Tell me I’m a good girl. Your only girl. 

When I come, I come for you. Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt.

My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Eva. Intimate and raw.

How many have been with you ever since? Or no one compared? Tell me.

Show me then. I demand that you show me. That’s an order.

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. ) #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #smut prompt #kink prompt #usft tw

[imightgetbetter]

winners

well, this is less slutty than i envisioned, but that's because my brain is decaying. anyways, yeah, lennon was most likely conceived (in theory) after the win at the brits, so this is the implications of that. it's not fully smut, but like, don't read this if you're a minor. if you don't like the mention of pregnancy or getting pregnant, don't read this either. the girls and gays and theys like to read about matty with the babas, so that's why i'm writing this. if you send me anything mean, i will block you happily! enjoy reading, my friends. send messages with your thoughts and we shall talk tomorrow. hope you like it!

Matty’s arm is around your shoulder, your chair directly next to his, leaving little space between you. On the back of your chair is the suit jacket that you paired with the lacy, black silk adorning your body, but it hasn’t touched you since you walked into the venue. Matty is beside you, George on your other side with Charli, Ross and Jamie across from you, Carly and Adam on Matty’s left. On the table, is an array of wine and hard liquor that you all have more than tapped into, and by the way Matty’s hand is toying with the strap on your dress, and the heat on your cheeks, you’re sure that any win tonight is going to lead to a very messy moment in your bedroom later on, one that you’re more than excited for. Matty looks absolutely at his very best, his hair slightly tousled and his suit properly fit. His smell is calling you, even from beside you, the mix of liquor and the bare hint of smoke, a very strong taste of mint every single time you kiss him, and you want him.

“Can feel your eyes burning into my skin, missus,” Matty smirks, turning his head away from the stage and towards you, leaning over and kissing your forehead. He smiles against your skin when you tilt your head upright and reach for a kiss from his mouth. “My love, if you move your hand any higher, I am going to take you to the bathroom and be very, very unkind to this dress, and probably miss the next award, which just so happens to be ours.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” you whisper, your hand squeezing his inner thigh as you kiss his jaw. “I can’t wait to get home with you.”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I very much am enjoying it,” Matty hums, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly in his hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss before you can start something you cannot finish in this room. “Careful, or I will get you pregnant, tonight. Can only say it so many times before it’s an empty threat.”

“I don’t think I’d mind that very much,” you smile, tilting your head and looking at him happily. Having another baby has been on your mind, especially with how big your daughter is getting, and you couldn’t lie, you absolutely loved seeing him with a baby. “Make very cute girls, you and me.”

“That’s because our daughter is a spitting image of you, beautiful. All Attie got from me was the hair,” Matty laughs, shaking his head and kissing your forehead, his ears perking to the sound of the announcer beginning to call the next award. “Can’t keep distracting me, love, otherwise I won’t know if we win.”

“You’ll win. Either way, you’ll win,” you say confidently, and you nod towards the stage where the presenter is saying each of the nominees’ names aloud. Matty is holding Hann’s shoulders and you’re leaning on Matty’s, squeezing his arms for encouragement. “And the winner is …”

Matty and George jump out from the table first, Matty’s hands immediately grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply, so deeply you lose your breath. George grabs you next, kissing your cheek and everyone around the table is cheering and it feels like all the excitement you’ve been feeling the entire day has finally reached its peak, and you quickly take out your phone to record the band hugging and sharing brotherly kisses as they all walk up the stage and Matty takes the microphone to speak. Carly squeezes your shoulders, and you stay standing together, taking in the moment.

“Ah,” Matty begins, looking from the microphone in his hand to the award, smiling brightly at you before turning to Ross, George, and Adam next to him. “Thank you very much for this. Thank you to Dirty Hit. Thank you to Jamie. Thank you to our families and our friends. Thank you to our wonderful partners that are here with us.” Matty pauses for a minute, “Thank you to my missus, my better half, I would not be able to do this without you. Thank you for letting me write songs about you for the last ten years and for the next fifty. Thank you for not absolutely kicking our asses when we make the worst noise possible in the middle of the day. Thank you for being the best friend.” Matty smiles to himself, swallowing for a moment and trying to gather his voice before saying, “Thank you to our fans, all of you, for always being behind us, and all of the things we do. It means the world to us, and we don’t take it for granted.” Matty knows Attie is at home with your mother watching the show, most likely struggling to stay awake to see her father on the television, and he looks directly into the camera, “Our biggest thank you goes to our biggest fan, my little girl who is watching at home, every single day we look forward to hearing you sing songs that you have absolutely no idea what they mean, and we hope you never get embarrassed by us, even though I am sure you will. I love you. Goodnight, everyone!”

Matty rushes over to you as soon as they’re off the stage, wrapping you in his arms and hugging you tightly. His mouth finds yours immediately, and you can’t hide the way you sink into his touch, the way the warmth of his body and his mouth makes you feel like you’re home, even in the chaos of people. Matty’s hands struggle to stay above your waist, just a swift movement and his hand would be under your dress where he really wants to be. “I want to take you home.”

“Our daughter is waiting up for you,” you remind him, your mouth refusing to leave his, all your words murmured against his lips. “Of all people, your daughter won’t go to sleep when there’s a party, you know this.” Matty laughs and nods, knowing how right you are. “I will be happy to celebrate when everyone leaves and Attie is in her bed, though.”

“Can you promise me that? Can I hold you to that?”

“Cross my heart.”

And, as always, you were right. Attie was excitedly waiting at the front door when you walked in hand-in-hand, her arms immediately wrapping around Matty’s thigh and reaching for him to hold her. Matty, George, Ross, and Adam all filled into the living room while you and Carly and Charli made yourselves comfortable in the kitchen, grabbing an array of drinks and snacks for everyone to share amongst yourselves. Upon walking into the group, your eyes immediately fall to where Matty is holding Attie tightly against his chest, a blanket thrown over her back, her cheeks smushed against his chest, her eyes already shut.

“Didn’t even make it to the couch,” Matty chuckles, leaning down to kiss her head. His hands are still rubbing her back as though he was trying to help her fall asleep, and you know that’s another thing she inherited from him, because you’ve been doing that for him since you started sleeping together all those years ago. “My sleepy girl.” Matty opens the blanket for you to slide into, cuddling your body into his side warmly. “My other sleepy girl, you should’ve changed into pajamas. Not that I mind seeing you in this dress, I just don’t know how long we’ll all be here.”

“I wanted you to take my dress off, Matty,” you say under your breath, your eyes staring piercingly into his, your voice so quiet, it’s nearly inaudible to him. “Once everyone leaves, and once our daughter is in her bed, I want you to take this off of me.”

“I’ll make them all leave, now,” Matty says seriously, smirking when you roll your eyes at him. His mouth presses against your hair when you lay your head against his shoulder, your body tucked warmly into his side. “I love you,” he says against your head, and you say it quietly back to him. “I couldn’t do this without you, you know? I do all of this for you.” Matty tilts his head to look at you, to see if you’ll say something quietly in return, but you’re already sleeping.

#matty healy #matty healy fic #the 1975 #the 1975 fic

[seonghwanotes]

new years eve | jeong yunho

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 953

a/n: this was originally a collab but i completed the ending bc the writer i collabed with had closed her acc so yeah, this had me thinking for a lil bit. ALSO THE GIF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im getting bias wrecked big time, i cannot imagine being yunhonotes 😭 (21 Aug 2021)

a/n: as i write this, it is 28th sept 2023 😭 had this in my drafts for a while, did not proofread at all so will just post this up for now x

It was finally the most awaited week of the whole year, Christmas week. It was a family tradition for everyone to start preparing for Christmas when December came by but this year round, you were away from your family and you were spending it with Yunho and his friends. Considering that everyone was busy with their own schedules and you finally got a break till New Years, you began your preparation a little later than usual.

But as usual, Christmas went by in a blink of an eye. Right after you had taken down the Christmas tree all by yourself, you let out a loud sigh, feeling a little sad. It certainly felt a little different since it was something you’d do together with your family members but it didn’t feel as lonely since you were with your loving boyfriend.

You grabbed your phone off the couch and took a picture of the now dismantled tree, sending it to Yunho who was at practice with the boys. Not even a second passed, he had seen your message and immediately called you.

“Oh, hello?”

“Y/N, how can you take down the tree without me helping you out? It must have been hard, especially with the upper part of the tree.” He scolded you, making you chuckle.

“Yunho, it’s fine. I was gonna do it by today anyway and I was free after you left so I just got it done. You would be home later anyway. I used a chair in case you were wondering.” You replied back, earning a sigh from him. You didn’t need to be next to him to see his pout and know that he was upset for not helping you out.

You waited for a bit as you sat down, grabbing your gifts you got for Yunho along with the gift wrapper. You set your call on speaker mode and put your phone down. You could only hear some of the boys whispering to each other but it wasn’t too audible since the background music was blocking their voices out.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry I didn’t wait till you came home but tomorrow’s New Years eve! You know I don’t like keeping the tree up for longer than 3 days. Anyway, I’m going to the supermarket soon to get some stuff for our dinner tomorrow.” You told him, still not getting a response back. “Should I get champagne too?”

You and Yunho spent a homely Christmas together as everyone was with their family except for the two of you. It was not much but work has definitely made your lives much more busier, causing you two to not get presents for each other in time that you were doing it pretty late. Not that it mattered to you at this age but you felt bad for not carrying out a simple task.

You started wrapping your presents, occasionally glancing at your phone to see if he was about to end the call since he wasn’t answering you back. There was some light bickering among the boys but you couldn’t hear what they were talking about. “Jeong Yunho, If you wanted to help me out so badly, do me a favour and ask the boys what they would want for gifts or I’m wrapping vegetables for all 8 of you.”

Your threat seemed to slightly work as you heard Mingi chime at the other side of the call, “Ya, I don’t want vegetables this year. You better ask her for her size or I’m asking her myself!”

Size? Your size for what? You were about to voice out but Yunho cut you to it. “Well, that sounds fine. Go ahead, baby.”

“So you want me to get vegetables for them?” You questioned, earning a yell from Jongho.

“Y/N! Don’t listen to hyung! Get us what you feel like getting us except vegetables… what? Oh, no mint chocolate for Hongjoong hyung and Seonghwa hyung. We love you!” He yelled, making you laugh. These boys were enough to make you feel like you were at home.

“Not sure why I’m on speaker mode but okay.” You answered back, hearing someone getting a hard smack. You were about to end the call but stopped when Yunho called out. “Baby, wait! One more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Your hand is almost the same as San’s right?” The question almost came out as a whisper, Yunho knowing you would get agitated at that question since your hands were the size of a child compared to his delicate giant ones.

“You know the answer already. Why are you even asking this? Are you getting me a bracelet from Pandora or what?” You asked him, sealing the gift wrapper with a ribbon on top for Yunho’s gift, which was a Rolex watch and matching rings that you’ve been eyeing for a while now.

A silence was heard initially, then a voice followed along. “Yeah, would rose gold do?”

Your cheeks flushed, “Ah, um, yeah. See you later then. Tell the boys to be early tomorrow. Oh, I’ll get 3 bottles of champagne then, okay?”

“Okay, sure thing. Yes, 3 is fine. I love you.” Yunho replied, sending a kiss through the call.

“Love you too.” You responded and ended the call.

One gift wrapped and there was more to go. You sighed, pushing them away for awhile and opened your laptop to surf the internet, making a list on what to buy for the boys, wanting it to be meaningful as well. Even if Christmas wasn’t as joyful as you wanted it to be, New Years was going to be the most memorable holiday you had in a while and you couldn’t wait for it to arrive.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #kpop #writing #jeong yunho au #yunho imagines #yunho fanfic #yunho au #jeong yunho #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #new years day

[shaarlslec]

„Come sit next to me, I promise I will not bite unless you want me to.” with max v x fem! teammate

look at me writing two max's stories already; thank you for your request and the au! let me know if you like it; masterlist here;

from mate to love

short-summary: in which you pretend to despise each other as teammates when in fact none of you does so;

words: 4682 & warnings: mentions of horner and driving for red bull (that's all), also slight sexual innuendos;

„Come sit next to me, I will not bite unless you want me to.” Your teammate spoke into your direction out loud in the conference room not even moments after you walked in, much to every other driver present and the interviewers’ childish amusement – but not to you. 

You heavily rolled your eyes in front of Max as you passed him, giving him the normal sassy attitude that you had been giving him since last year when you two got paired after countless prayers of never being in the same team as Verstappen, “Tell that to the people you are dating, not to your teammate.” You replied, taking your seat in between Daniel and Alex, two chairs away from Max. 

“I am not dating anyone right now – interested?” Max uttered, causing Daniel a chuckle who was the one to take the stand being the one who departed the both of you. 

“You two have not started dating yet?” Daniel entertainingly spoke, glancing at you and then at Max, and then right back at you who was trying to find a comfortable way to lean into the chair pretending to play little to no attention to whatever was being discussed at your right, “Everyone in here is waiting for that to happen!” Ricciardo added, twitching both of his eyebrows into your direction who replied with yet another roll of eyes as your microphone was being fixed before the cameras rolled.  

It was yet another normal post-qualifying conference, the only thing that was different was the fact that most of the questions were addressed to you as it was your home grand-prix weekend. You answered them firm, as you always had done in the past, showing little to no enthusiasm at the teasing regarding your rivalry with Max who has been winning the last couple of races since the season has started with you being on the podium next to him most of the times, except for the ones where either Ferrari or Mercedes outraced you. 

“Do you think that Max will grant you any favors tomorrow?” One of the interviewers asked with curious eyes switching in between you and your teammate. This one question made your blood boil, and yet you knew that giving an out of the pocket answer will cause PR problems, driving for Red Bull at such high stake as this season also meant not causing any PR problems, amongst all the other things that you were subjugated to. 

“I don’t need any favors from Max or anyone else.” You replied with a short grin as you side-eyed Max, “Starting from the front row means a lot for this particular race, and I feel confident enough with the racing pace of the car that I can pull one or two moves in front of my teammate.” You cockily added, watching Max’s short smile spreading on the man’s face causing you to smile as well – nothing droved Max more than being challenged by you lately.

“Max, any comments on that?” The interviewer pleasantly inquired, all eyes on your teammate now. 

“I cannot wait to see her try.” He replied as the grin got wider while looking at you rather than at anyone else, “Competition can be good within the team more than the one outside of it, and I have been enjoying that lately.” Verstappen spoke, catching a glance of your own look on him now. 

The conference ended after quite a few questions were passed to the other drivers, and when it was time for you to stand up from your seat and return to the accommodation, Daniel’s inquiring look stopped you from doing so.

“What?” You laughed, watching the one with whom you got the most along with within the grid smiling at you from head to toes, “Did I say something funny?” 

Daniel declined with a nod, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Verstappen was meters enough away from you two, “No, I was just thinking about how easy you and Max can be over the whole “pretending not to like each other” phase if one of you would just go for it for real.” The McLaren driver commented, throwing you a sly little wink. 

“What do you mean by go for it, Dan?” You inquired, walking now side by side with Daniel as you were getting out the conference room behind Max, Alex and Lando who were engaged in a nonsense conversation about bevers. 

“I meant fucking, Y/N.” Daniel leaned close to your ear for the boys ahead not to hear bits and parts of your conversation as you were hearing theirs. 

You shook your head after having a good laugh, “The idea of me and Max sleeping with each other made you smile?” You inquired with your finger pointed to the man’s face, “You need to go and have a check-up here, sweetheart.” You amusingly demanded with yet another chuckle, tapping Daniel’s head twice before Max’s turned on one of his heels to you and two. 

“Walk with me to the garage, Y/N?” Max questioned, walking now backwards to catch your full attention without stopping your steps.

The laughs that Daniel caused you stopped, “No, thank you.” You shortly replied with a hasty nod, “I have to go meet someone for lunch before our meet, see you there, mate.” You added, gently caressing Daniel shoulder as a goodbye before taking a left turn as you three exited the building, leaving Max and Daniel taking one last look at your back before you took the next corner happily jumping on your feet to go.

“You know that adding a “please” to your invitations from time to time might convince her.” Daniel teased his ex-teammate, watching Max’s eyes still fixed on the corner after which you disappeared.   

“Who the hell is she so excited about meeting?” Max inquired Daniel, not even listening to the man’s last words, “I have never seen her so excited about going to meet people before, she hates people.” Max mumbled, much to Daniel’s amusement who decided that this was the perfect time to mess with Max.

“Probably the guy she has been seeing for the last couple of weeks.” Daniel nonchalantly replied as his shoulder shrugged, “I heard she invited him today – they used to be together in high-school or something.” Daniel added, greeting Max with a short wave of hands before leaving for his own garage, “Oh, and she does not hate people Max.” Daniel shouted back to him, snatching Max from whatever he was calculating in the back of his mind, “She just pretends to do so.” Daniel articulated with a loud click of tongue, before completely turning his back on Max on his way to McLaren’s accommodations.

There was no guy that you have been seeing for the last couple of weeks, and there was no high-school crush who was attending your home race that weekend. Daniel just loved to mess around with Max, and the Australian knew that Max would catch the bait in no time as everyone on the grid knew how close you and Daniel were since karting days, no one could have questioned the fact that you talk about your personal life with him.

Max went back to the Red Bull station afterwards, thinking about Daniel’s words as he signed autographs or took photos with the people that stopped him on the way to the team meeting. Each time he would sign anything that was related to you too, such as a cap or a t-shirt, Max could not stop looking around the groups of people that were ambushing him thinking that maybe, just maybe, he will be able to spot you with the guy Daniel told him about.

Mission was not accomplished thought, as you were nothing near the track at the time but outside of it meeting with your very dear best girl friend who passed by to bring you a home-cooked lunch – that was what enthused you that much after the post-qualifying conference. Daniel left Max hanging thinking that there was a man to make your feet dance that happy when it all reality it was all about girl talk and homemade dumplings. Dan’s trick worked tough, Max was now insanely jealous without even realizing it while you were having lunch, making him lose it with all people around him in searching for you. 

You and your friend were hiding in the parking lot in her car far away from prying snooping eyes of your fans, enjoying a short break of what was a packed weekend for you filled with pressure and high expectations. You needed those dumplings, and no one in the world made better dumplings rather that your girl who was now watching you engulfing them whole on the passenger seat. 

“So, about this Max guy.” Your friend spoke causing you a choke while watching you dreadfully glaring at her as you just told her that you wanted to talk about quite literally anything aside of the track and that you needed your mind off racing for a short while to fully enjoy the lunch, “No, no, no.” She laughed as she took another bite of the food, “I am not going to ask you something Formula 1 related,” Your friend paused watching you roll your eyes at her, “I was just curios what he has been up too – we two have not talked for a while about him.” 

“He is Formula 1 related.” You interrupted while pointing your fork at her, “Why is everyone asking me about Max today, even Dan did so a couple of minutes ago.” You huffed, sitting back into the passenger seat with your eyes closed, “He just told me that I might find Max a little bit less annoying if I fuck him.” You breathed opening one of your eyes to watch your friend giving you the same exact look as Daniel, “Not you too – please.” 

“I am not saying that you just straight up fuck him, I am just saying that he is the one you talked about the most in the past year and a half and it has been a while since the last time I heard you talking about a guy in such a feisty manner.” She commented, eyes on you and all, “Maybe this Daniel is right, you should go for it. It has been scenically proven that sleeping around with your co-workers helps with the work environment stress.” She added with both eyebrows twitched up like a pervert.   

You straightened your back, “I am only talking about him because he is annoying the hell out of me and beca—” 

“You might have a crush on him?” She interrupted, giggly looks and rubbing shoulders with you.

“I don’t have a crush on him, Max annoys me.” You muttered, only half-believing your own words. 

“When was the last time when you were into a guy who was not annoying you?” She questioned with the eyebrows still up, “This is how you liked it – tempting, burning, teasing, annoying.” 

You breathed, there was no way in which you could have counterattack your friend’s argument as she knew you the best. It was exactly like that, all the time. You picked the most soul-sucking, heart-breaking, mind-twisting type of men to date. It never turned out right, so why would you even consider going for that same type again? No. Max Verstappen was out of the question, you only had to race with and against him – no fucking happening. 

You returned to the Red Bull accommodation after your short lunch break, and once your eyes laid on Max, you felt your stomach turned upside down as it always has done when Max lionlike stare was focused on you.

Fuck, oh fuck.

You gulped, deciding to blame the dumplings and not the feelings this time. You quietly took your seat next to him, both of you watching and listening to your strategist revising the plans for tomorrow and all the scenarios that might play out during the race, and all the positions you were to play in each on them. Max was the favorite, as he had always been – and yet, you did not mind.

You knew how good he was on track, and that everyone cheered for him to win this championship too. You stood quietly and listened, the scenarios in which you would have been victorious tomorrow were little, but they did give you hope for what was about to come. 

“Save me a spot on the podium for tomorrow, mate.” Max spoke into your direction at the end of the meeting, throwing you one of his silly winks that you never quite got what was so attractive about them. 

You laughed at the use of “mate”, Verstappen never called you like that before and you were wondering what happened for him to use that, “It might be my home race, but you are still the favorite for the win, Max.” You added as you leaned your chin on one of your palms, looking at him with a titled head into the boy’s direction, “Just a warning tough for tomorrow, I am not going to switch positions if they asked me to.” You threated with a short smile, remembering the last two times when you got the call of letting Max pass during the end of some of your races where you could have easily taken the trophy instead of Max.

“That’s good to know, racing against you will make it even more exciting.” Max agreed with a nod, following your example suit and leaning towards you in the same manner with one arm resting on the table, “Would you switch positions if I were the one to ask you?” Max teased, both knowing that you were not taking about racing anymore. 

“That was such a corny and lame little line.” You added, two of your fingers shakily touching the bottom of your lips as you were maintaining the eye contact with Max. 

Max chuckled, “Yet, it worked – right?” He spoke, lifting from his seat in such a fashion only to lean towards you more in doing so. You shook your head; Max was getting on your other type of nerves now and you were vehemently so helplessly tried to not let that be seen. 

The next day’s race went great for both you and Max, Red Bull was in the first two positions followed by Leclerc, and then Sainz followed by Russell and Lando. You were behind Max who was taunting you as he was pushing even further ahead of you by two to three seconds during the last fifteen laps of the race.

You were not to give up, especially with all the energy that you have gathered from that morning by all the people present shouting and yelling your name, rotting for you to bring your second home trophy back where it belonged as last year you pulled a surprise for everyone present winning P1.

Your focus was Max, and although your radio was filled with your engineer voice telling you to take it slow as you needed to preserve the tires up until the end of the race and that the distance that you put behind you and Leclerc was safe for now for your podium, you pushed harder and harder as laps went by – you were not to be satisfied with only the podium this time.  

Max was happily grinning underneath the helmet once he has been announcing that you were only 0.5 seconds behind him now during the last four laps of the race. It was finally time for something fun to happen for him on this race. Three laps went fast with you overtaking him once you got into the DRS zone but being caught right immediately by him milliseconds after your success.

Max was not letting you catch a breath in the last lap as you were chasing him, but neither were you thinking about letting him have an easy win. None of you were listening to your engineers anymore in the last lap, and right after your cars slightly touched as you were trying to pass him in one of the corners, everyone in your team was with their fingers tightly clasped together praying for a crash not to happen seconds before the checked flag.

You disobeyed the orders’ team of slowing down, while Max was not even listening anymore to whatever his own race engineer was advising him – it was only you and Max, equally racing against each other in the last moments of the race. Cars were pushed to the limit, and so were both of you. Before the checked flag, there was a straight line and right there your front wings touched side by side as you were pushing to pass Max and he was trying to maintain the lead position. 

It was a photo finish, you two passing by the checked flag almost exactly at the same time – but with you being 0.012 seconds faster than Verstappen. 

“P1 Y/N, P1!” Your engineer loudly shouted to the radio, “You were faster than Max, but fuck never make us go through this ever again.” He then spoke, and you felt your heart bursting out of your chest with every second that passed until you reached the P1 position with your car, getting out of it to celebrate a hell of a win that was. 

“P2 Max, you are P2.” GP spoke into Verstappen’s radio, “Congrats champ, those were five amazing last laps.” 

“Y/N made them five amazing last laps.” Verstappen replied with a smile on his face, not even bitter about losing the main position to you in such a fashion, “Don’t scold us too much when we are out of the cars – that was a great show for the fans.” He then chuckled, and it was perhaps for the very first time when somebody had ever heard Max genuine laughing after a loss of points. 

The aftermath of the race was insane, you have never heard that many people clapping for you through your whole career. You enjoyed all the greets, slaps on your back, and hugs from the members of your teams and the other drivers after you got out of your car to celebrate the win.

Max’s way of congratulating you took you completely by surprise as he went out of his way to get out of his car in the P2 position and surprise you with a huge embrace, ungluing your feet from the ground and spinning you once in the air as your legs instinctively wrapped around the man’s waist in front of everybody to witness. Both of your helmets were still on, luckily enough for both of you that they were – everybody would have witnessed rosy cheeks too instead of just a spin. 

During the podium you kept glancing at each other, Leclerc and the other people on the podium with you feeling a little suspicious of the whole glaring at each other thing with huge smiles and burned faces being in the same spot as you and Max, pretending not to get you two all figured out right then and there.

Daniel clicked his tongue again as he was watching through the screen with Lando by his side, “These two really need to get at it right immediately.” He commented in loud voice, “I told Max that Y/N is seeing somebody yesterday, and now look at him now all smiley after she defeated him – there is something in there, I tell you.” 

Lando laughed at his side, “You are now finding out?” The British spoke in a mocking tone towards his teammate, “Max has a crush on Y/N since they were like fourteen.” Lando uttered waiting for Daniel’s eyes to widened in surprise, “Don’t look at me like that, you are not the only one to whom the Red Bull drivers come for love advice.” Lando blinked with one hand at his chest, watching you and Max getting down from the podium talking about the size of your trophies and childishly laughing at some sort of a joke. 

“Yours is big too.” You laughed, grabbing the trophy in Max’s hands with one of yours as you wrapped your fingers at the base of it, “Some will say that it is too small, but I think that for some people it is the right size.” You added, looking up at a very cheeky post-race Max whose hair was sweaty and face red part from the effort in the race, part from your silly dick jokes that made a grown-up blush. 

“If you think this is big enough, you should see my other trophies.” He then teased, making you burst into laughing once again. 

It was nice, that was nice. Laughing around each other like foolish teenagers at penis innuendos instead of pretending to hate each other just for the thrill of your rivalry and for the sake of hiding what everyone around you was pretty much aware of – your mutual crushes.

You two would have wished for this type of a thing to become a common habit, only if you were not to be grounded to the reality in no time after the post-race interviews where you were called for the debrief of the race. 

“You two should not have acted like brats in the last couple of laps.” Horner loudly spoke as he smashed the table in front of both of you with both hands, “We can let you race, but not when you are putting both cars and you in the danger of a possible crash.” He then emphasized with pressed words that spitted at the end of his tongue, looking over his shoulder where the last laps played in front of you two to see how close you really were during the overtakes, “And you should have not let her pass.” He then uttered, pointing to Verstappen. 

It clicked for you right then and there. Being caught amid the celebration after the race, you were not thinking even in the million years that the likelihood of Verstappen being the one to slow down for you to win as even a thing, “You let me pass?” You inquired; your neck dry now as your voice intoned the words. 

“No, fuck no.” Verstappen defended with a serious look on his face, “When have you ever seen me letting someone willingly pass me?” He then commented, turning his glare from you to Christian, “You should look over the analysis once again with all due respect, Y/N won fair and square.” He then ended with pressed lips, “I jus—” 

Verstappen words were interrupted by the loudness of your chair being pushed back, “I am sorry Christian, but I cannot listen to this discussion now.” You muttered with a shake of your head, “Fine me or whatever – I am leaving.” You announced, already storming out of the meeting room and back into your motorhome. 

“Fuck it; Christian.” Max almost yelled, going right immediately after you to calm you down, “Choose your fucking words better next time.” He then warned, slamming the door shut before running to you as he called your name down the halls, receiving no response from your angry self now up to the point you could not stand anyone around you curiously looking at a very worried Max chasing you. 

“You let me pass?” You inquired him once you dragged his wrist into one empty room of the Red Bull garage, “What Horner just said – it is true?” You asked Max, hands still tightly wrapped around the man’s wrist. 

“No, he got it all wrong.” Max firmly replied, one of his hands covering yours who was grabbing into him, “You were faster, you passed me, you won.” Max reassured you, unclasping your hand from him to hold it steadfastly into his, relaxed your muscles one by one with the man’s touch. 

“I need to look over your analysis during the race to believe you, mate.” You added as your stiffen expressions softened, “Do you understand how humiliating it would be for me to win this type of race only because my teammate let me do so?” You inquired while looking down at your and Max’s clasped hands that you tried to unglue but being forced not to by the man’s strength.

“I did not let you win, trust me when I tell you not to believe Horner’s words.” Max spoke in all sincerity, “Also, stop calling me “mate” – I fucking hate it, Y/N.” Your teammate then sighed, one of his fingers rubbing the back of your hand now in not-so-much-friendly type of way but in the want-to-be-more-than-just-friends type of a feeling. 

Your heart sunk due to the small touch, “What term would you prefer then?” You shyly asked, not trying to get your hand out of his anymore but just caving in the warmness of the touch. 

“I do not know that yet, but I have never heard you calling other drivers that. Daniel gets called “sweetheart” and I get “mate”? Verstappen articulated glare now on you, shaking you whole as you depicted the man’s jealousy into his eyes. 

You laughed, “Sweetheart is a term I use for my friends, I do not want you to be my friend like Daniel is, Max.” You added, taking one step closer to him now and guiding his arm around your waist with the one hand that was still into his. 

Verstappen has not moved an inch after your swift move. Even so, your teammate dared to grab even tighter your waist and to release your hand that was then comfortably sat on one of his shoulders while the tips of your fingers were touching his jawline, “What about love?” You teased, watching Max’s eyes broadened in a pleasant surprise. 

Max shyly giggled like a teenage boy, “What about your boyfriend?” He then added, “Would he be not pissed that you are calling another man that?” Max inquired, while the arm that was holding your waist pushed you into climbing the table behind you that up until then you did not even notice being there in the first place. 

“What boyfriend?” You confusedly inquired with Verstappen now fully in between your legs and both of your hands around your teammate’s neck, “I am not seeing anyone.” You explained, and that is when it clicked for Verstappen that Daniel was messing with his head the day prior. 

“I am going to kill Daniel.” Max then laughed before leaning in towards you for a much-awaited clasps of mouths. 

Both of Max’s hands went from your waist to your face, not wanting to waste any second of that kiss without touching your skin rather than the fabric of your racing suit. You laughed into the kiss, thinking about the fact that the racing suits are harder to be pulled down than normal clothes. 

“What?” Verstappen spoke inches away from your lips, breathing heavily right next to your mouth. 

“Nothing.” You replied as your hand went on the edges of the Max’s fireproof blouse, “I was just thinking that this is a little bit harder to take off.” You added with a short grin, placing your hand on the man chest now as you were looking at him. 

Max laughed after another short peak, “Let’s make a challenge out of it – who gets it down faster.” He then spoke, watching over his shoulder as two knocks were hitting the door from the other side, “Not here tough, we don’t have to give the team yet another reason to scold us.” 

You giggled too as Max made you room to get down from the table, “Everything has to be a competition to you, right?” You teased, arranging your hair and your suit for whoever was behind the door not to notice, but your rosy cheeks giving you two away anyway. 

“You are the one to make whatever competition even more interesting, love.” Max replied, his fingers brushing yours right before he went to unlock the door.  

#this was quick #i am resisting the urge not to write long ass ones #f1 x reader #f1 one shot #f1 fanfic #formula one x reader #formula one x y/n #formula one x you #max verstappen fluff #max verstapen x y/n #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen drabble #f1 drabble #formula 1 drabble #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you

[aventurine-official]

When Aventurine comes back to the Reverie late at night, he receives a present. There's a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, lilies and forget-me-nots in front of the door to his room. He receives a text from an unknown source. There's no way to track the sender, even with the IPC's technology. The message says:

You didn't notice, but I've been watching you for months. Only now I'm bit by bit starting to see under the surface. Your act is slowly breaking. There are cracks on your fake mask. How long can you keep it up? The truth is becoming visible to me, soon it'll be everyone around you. Be careful, gambler. You're begining to lose your game.

Ever since your arrival on Penacony, how many times have you been vulnerable in front of somebody else. Beautiful toys don't cry, have you forgotten what you've been taught so painstakingly? At the end of the day, you're not only an aventurine stone, are you?

You can't know my identity yet, but when your luck runs out and you finally lose, I'll find you. I'll be the last defense you have and the strongest one too. I hope the day is never going to come, but we both know it's close. How much longer can you last, beautiful peacock? You're not on your own. I'll be your guard.

If my findings are wrong, forget about this message.

- 👑

(NOT an anon signoff pls, don't add it)

*The blonde picks up the bouquet with sparkling eyes, smelling the fresh flowers. They're so, so pretty-- he wishes for a moment that it's Veritas who left them for him, but snaps himself out of his fantasy quite quickly. It's impossible the scholar could ever be so attentive, to somebody like him nonetheless.*

*As he contemplates how in the cosmos anybody could have known the names of his favourite flowers, his phone goes off. How strange-- he isn't expecting a follow-up from Topaz until tomorrow morning. Perhaps she's early?*

*Aventurine sighs, picking up his cellphone and unlocking it swiftly. A single notification lies in wait-- and the user cannot be indentified. The message is quite long... The gambler starts to doubt it was intended for his eyes, but the longer he reads, the more unsettled he becomes.*

*Someone is watching him? Someone who refuses to introduce themselves until his last moment? Mysterious, and a tad morbid-- he's sure he would have noticed somebody around...*

*Who is this person to judge his vulnerability? If they've noticed such things, they must have indeed been watching him closely... And yet he can't recall any of his acquaintances having this sort of tone.*

*'Beautiful toys don't cry'--The words are like a slap to the face, and the following question taunts him. Of course he hasn't forgotten-- the ink-black mark seared into the marred skin of his neck can't let him escape those awful memories even for a moment.*

*Several emotions stir inside the Avgin, and he's not sure whether to be fearful or outraged. He quickly redacts a response, his fingers trembling as he sends the message.*

Aventurine: Who are you and what do you want with me?

⚠️Your message has failed to send.

Aventurine: Is this someone's idea of a sick joke?

⚠️Your message has failed to send.

Aventurine: How do you know so much about me..?

⚠️The person you are attempting to contact is unavailable.

Aventurine: If you aren't lying...

Aventurine: I want your help

*The blonde inhales, thinking his next words over.*

Aventurine: I need it

Aventurine: If you really aren't messing with me, meet me in Dream's Edge at sundown tomorrow

⚠️Your message has failed to send.

*The gambler swipes away from the messages, the hot tears streaming down his cheeks going almost unnoticed as he opens his contact list and calls Ratio before he can think better of it.*

*He presses his back against the wall, sinking down to rest against the floor with a shaky breath as he listens desperately to the dial tone.*

Pick up, doc. Come on.

#trump card 🃏 #a message from 👑 #honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #hsr #aventurine #hsr rp #honkai star rail rp #aventurine honkai star rail #dr ratio

[izzielizzie93]

High School Sweethearts Part 3-J Burrow

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Part 3! Thank you everyone that has liked, shared, and commented! Part 4 is going to be the last :)

Wordcount: 1.2K

College!JoeBurrow x College!Reader

Happy Reading :)

----

Waking up the next morning, I kept my eyes closed for as long as possible hoping sleep would find me again. When I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I opened my eyes and froze at the sight before me. Star Wars memorabilia was scattered on the shelves and men’s clothing was strewn about on a chair and the floor. 

Breathing deeply to try to calm myself down, I lifted the blanket to confirm that I was naked. Panicking, I didn’t dare move a muscle as my eyes searched the bedside table for my phone. Once I spotted it, I slowly reached out and brought it to me. I looked back through texts from the night before from Kasey and Sarah. 

11:00PM

~Where are you?~ 

~Hellooo, you went out for air and disappeared??~

11:30PM

~Joe isn’t here anymore!~

~Stop hiding and get out here!~

11:45PM

~Image: Bonfire~

12:30AM

~OMG Trent said you left with Joe?!~

~Girl you’d better stop playing & text us back!~

I then spotted a reply I don’t remember making… 

1:30AM

~Image: Joe sleeping with his back facing me~

~Holy shit! YESSSSS~

~You fucking didn’t omg~

~Details tomorrow!~

“Morning,” I froze and turned my screen off as Joe rolled over and wrapped his arms around me. “Uh, morning.” I mumbled. “Do you need water or Tylenol?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Uh, water would be good.” I whispered, not trusting my voice. 

Joe rolled over and shuffled around, coming into my view a moment later in a pair of sweats. He turned back and gave me a wink before exiting his bedroom. I took the time to hastily pull on my jeans and top and throw my hair up into a bun. 

“Leaving already?” Joe pouted when he came back in. I just stared at him, not knowing what to say. “Joe!” We both turned toward the door at the sound of Robin’s voice. Did they see me come home with him? Do they know I’m still up here? “Relax, they were out late. Passed out when we got here.” He said, handing me the water and pill bottle before exiting. 

Not waiting for him to come back, I grabbed my phone and ran across the hallway to the bathroom. With trembling fingers, I called my older sister. “Lindsey!” I breathed a sigh of relief when she answered. “What’s up?” She asked. “I am like 100% sure I slept with Joe last night after we went to a party.” I slid down onto the floor. “Y/N!” She scolded. “I know, I know.” I dropped my head, “I’m also still here and I don’t know how to escape without his parents seeing me. I cannot believe this is happening.” 

She let out a bemused sound; but then someone knocked at the door. “Y/N, are you in there?” Joe called. “Fuck, I have to go.” I whispered. “Good luck dumbass.” My sister laughed and hung up. “Be right out!” I called back. I rifled around and found makeup wipes to clean up my face. I redid my hair to make it more presentable and I opened the door. 

Joe was back in his room, still in the sweatpants and sitting on the bed. “Do they know I’m here?” I asked and he shook his head. “How the hell am I supposed to get out of here without being caught?” I crossed my arms and remained standing. “You can just say you stopped by this morning. It’s already noon so…” He shrugged. “This is not an outfit I would wear to stop by and I can’t even find my bra.” I huffed. 

He laughed and leaned over to the side of his bed and pulled out my bra. Tossing it over, he continued to watch me until I told him to turn around. After putting the bra on, I sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“You remember last night, right? I didn’t take advantage of you did I?” Joe asked nervously. Once I had fully woken up, the memories all came back to me. “No, I remember.” I said quietly.

“Do you regret it?” He asked, and I could feel his eyes locked on me. “I don’t know.” I sighed, focusing on the floor. 

“I don’t,” It was so quiet I almost missed it. My heart began to race and I felt my cheeks burn. “So now what, do we ignore each other and then sleep together when we come home for the holidays?” The words came out without me even thinking. “I don’t want that.” Joe shuffled down to the end of the bed and sat next to me. 

“Then what the hell do you want?” I spat. “I’ve fucking missed you so much.” He admitted. “Well, you made the decision to break up and swore up and down it would never work, so…” I trailed off. 

“Have you dated anyone at LSU?” He asked and I shook my head. “I haven’t dated anyone either.” He added. “Ok, and?” I asked, keeping the anger right at the forefront of my emotions. “I don’t want to date anyone else and I don’t want you to either.” He reached over and took one of my hands in his. I almost pulled away but the butterflies in my stomach surprised me. 

“Joe, you can’t just expect this to all get better because we slept together last night.” I began, “I can’t stand the idea of going back to school and worrying that I’ll get a text saying ‘sorry I changed my mind’, I literally fucking just went through all of those feelings and I’m finally feeling normal again.” It felt good to get all of these feelings off of my chest as I sat there in a bedroom I used to feel so comfortable in. 

“I fucked up Y/N, I know I did. I’m sorry for everything, I almost called and texted you so many times when you left and I chickened out.” Joe explained evenly. It made me feel worse knowing I was trying so hard to fight back tears and Joe was so composed. 

“I want to show you that I’m all in. I don’t care that we’re not at the same school. I promise to call and text you every single day.” Joe continued, “I’ll stand here and beg you if I have to. Please.” Joe’s calm demeanor cracked, his voice faltering at the last word, please. 

“I need time to think, Joe. Right now, I really just need to go home and sleep off this hangover.” Joe gingerly placed my hand back in my lap and I had to fight the urge not to take hold of his again. I had too many feelings swirling around and I needed to leave before I made a decision I might regret.

Once I’d safely gotten home, I ran up to my room and threw myself onto my bed. 

“I’m so fucked.” 

—-------------------------------

Ok so I never expected to drag this out, I’m having too much fun with it… (Also the GIF is exactly the face I pictured Joe making when the reader is leaving & he didn't get what he wanted)

Thank you everyone that has stuck around for my overindulgent writing.

Please comment, feedback is appreciated. Anything from awesome to this is the worst thing you've ever read...

#joe burrow #joeburrow x reader #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow angst

[clumsiestgiantess]

Chapter 22 of The Other-world Universe gets released tomorrow! I can’t wait for- Oh? An intercepted message to the Cavern Town? Let’s see who it is…

This is Nicholaus Albane, head overseer of the Inter-reality Multiuniversal Research Division.  We know a human of our own size is with you.  She has displayed extraordinary power.  Unfortunately, it has been used against my scientists and has hindered my progress towards our goal.  I cannot allow that to happen again.  

There’s a brief pause as static ripples over the radio.

If she is not present at our camp, or you fail to bring her to us at 34.5 degrees latitude and 28.4 degrees longitude… 

Terrified cries suddenly burst through the speakers — too faint to be anything but other-worldian. 

Everyone in this town will die.  Then it will be your turn.

My message to the unnaturally-powered human:  Do not resist.  You can not overpower the twenty or so staff present here.  Your tricks are amusing, but this isn't a game; no one's laughing.  There are lives at stake.  Come within the hour and the people here will be spared.  If you don't show up, I can personally guarantee that after every one of those little creatures dies, you’ll be next. 

A sudden click, then the radio cuts to static.

huh that’s… foreboding.

#Alexis is NOT going to have a good time #Actually I don’t think ANYONE is going to have a good time… #g/t #giant/tiny #other-world universe

[stormkobra-5]

Can't Sleep

Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley x Reader

Fic Type: Drabble

Summary: You and the Moon Boys are new recruits to the Avengers initiative and have become fast friends since your arrival at the compound— although your feelings for them might be a little stronger than that.

A/N: I wrote this angst when I was feeling down and I exaggerated my bad feelings into a fic-- I usually use my writing to expel feelings. But when I finished it today, I was feeling good so it has a fluffy ending! :D I'm almost done with about four fics right now (including Banks of the Nile) and I cannot wait to release them! (Prepare for feral!Steven my dudes >:D)

Rating: M

Warnings: Undue amounts of fluff and angst, reader is feeling really bad, misunderstandings, don't worry the Moon Boys are here to help

You tossed over, shrugging the covers off and to the end of the bed. You straightened them and then pulled them back up, carefully laying back down. And yet still, you were uncomfortable.

It wasn’t just your comfort level— it was your mind. Sneaking whispers of “you’re not good enough,” “nobody needs you,” “no one would mind if you disappeared” slammed into your attempted defense of “I’m fine, I’m good, I’m loved.”

The truth was that all day, you’d been blown off. No one wanted your assistance. No one wanted your presence. And everyone ignored you when you tried to enter a conversation. You were used to it— at least, you should be. You’ve always been ignored. It’s something you’ve come to expect.

But today was one of those days when stuff just got to you. When you couldn’t ignore the stinging voices or the hurt that was inflicted by the others even if they didn’t mean to.

That’s exactly the point, a dark thought prods, they didn’t care enough to avoid hurting your feelings. They didn’t care enough at all.

When you’d realized that nobody wanted anything to do with you today— denying your help, denying your participation, speaking over you as if you weren’t there or outright ignoring you— you retreated to the privacy of your room, trying to calm yourself down and stop crying. Nobody came looking when you weren’t present for dinner. You weren’t exactly surprised.

What you were surprised by was Steven bringing you dinner. “Figured you’d rather have it here,” He said as he sat beside you on your couch. You’re sure there’s evidence on your face of just how bad of a day you’ve had, but Steven makes no mention of it, and neither do Jake or Marc.

They were the only ones that didn’t ignore you. The ones that sought out your presence instead of the other way around. The ones that asked you to help, for your participation, and listened when you spoke. Your best friends... although your feelings for them were a little stronger than that.

You never said anything, though. Why would you? What would they ever want to do with somebody like you?

They deserved better.

So you remained completely silent about your feelings.

After they left, you’d thought you wouldn’t see them again until tomorrow. But your mind was overwhelming you, and you knew you couldn’t seek anyone else out for comfort. So you took a breath and steeled yourself, knocking on their door. It’s Steven— groggy and tired, making you immediately feel bad— who answers the door. He straightens up a bit when he sees you. “Oh. Y/N. What’re you doing up so late, love?”

“I can’t sleep,” You admit softly, “Can... Can I stay with you?”

Steven looks around a bit, confused. His brow furrows. “Don’t... Don’t you have girlfriends or something you can stay with?”

You’re already sensitive. His rejection— though soft and concerned— breaks your already-cracked heart into a million pieces. It seems that civil friends is about as far as the boys are willing to go. They don’t even want to cross the line of best friends with you, the type that will allow their best friend to sleep over with them if they’re having problems. Tears build up behind your eyes as you realize how truly alone you are, but your face shows nothing but the brief emotion of shocked hurt you let slip across before it becomes a monotone mask and you drop your gaze.

“Yeah. Of course, yeah. So sorry to bother you.” You duck back into your room and quietly close the door before rushing to your bed and burying yourself under the covers, letting yourself burst into tears and the constricting pain in your chest overwhelm you. You have nothing to cling to but a stuffed animal for comfort, which feels lifeless and a poor excuse for human comfort in your arms. You’re squeezing it so tightly in an attempt to calm yourself that it surely will never look the same again.

A soft knock alerts you to somebody at your door, and belatedly you realize that you didn’t lock it. You're wiping your cheeks of tears and trying to sniff your stuffiness away when it opens, and Steven's head pops in. "Hello-- oh, love..." His concerned tone and furrowed brow nearly have you busting into tears again, especially as he slips into the room and closes the door behind him. "Bad day?"

"I-I thought you didn't want to sleep with me," You stammer out softly.

Steven perches on the edge of the bed and frowns. "What gave you that impression, darling?"

"You said..." You try helplessly. "You pretty much said you didn't want me to spend the night over, so..."

Steven's eyes take on a darker look, his jaw and posture shifting to something more intimidating-- but not to you. It's Jake. "¿Es eso lo que pensabas? Pobre dulce brillo de estrellas, nunca..."

"Huh?" You manage, not fully understanding his thickly-accented Spanish. Jake crawls up into bed and lays down beside you, nestling under the covers. "What'd you say?"

"Steven didn't mean it that way," Jake gently tugs on your shoulders until you're laying down beside him, and you reluctantly get comfortable as he does. "Steven... None of us would ever mean it that way. He said it out of concern, hermosa. And disbelief. Why would you rather us instead of anyone else on the compound?"

A few tears of relief fall down your cheeks. They do care. Of course Steven wouldn't mean it like that. Why would you have thought so, just because anyone else would have?

"No one else on the compound would have me, for one," You reply, sniffling as you burrow into the covers and face him. "And even if they did... I feel safer with you guys."

Jake suppresses a smile. "Hm." He leans close, whispering confidentially, "I could stab you at any second. You'd be dead in seconds."

You can't help but giggle at how seriously he says it. "With what? You're unarmed, you dork."

"Oh? ¿Crees que sí?" He yanks up a weapon that glints silver in the light of the moon streaming in from the window and violently jabs it at your stomach. You let out a piercing scream that descends into fits of laughter as your narwhal stuffed animal's horn pokes into your belly, then your sides and neck and anywhere he can reach that you're ticklish. "Unarmed, you said?!" He cries triumphantly, abandoning the narwhal to attack your sides with his hands. You writhe and thrash underneath of him, trying to escape and begging through your laughter for him to stop.

“Hm. My arms are getting tired,” Jake states very casually even as you squirm away from his stilled grasp, his hands lingering threateningly on your waist. “Marc, you wanna take over?”

His gaze shifts again, and you recognize the mercenary at once. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi.”

Marc teasingly moves his fingers slightly, making you bite back a squeal. He cocks an eyebrow. “What? I didn’t even do anything.”

“I yield,” You manage, “Before you even begin, I yield.”

“Convenient,” Marc replies, before launching an all-out assault on your most ticklish spots. “Now that you’ve surrendered, I can torture you all I like!” He pauses though, chuckling deep in his chest, when he sees that you can’t breathe, and pauses, letting you gasp for air between laughs. His eyes are soft as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head. They all already know that sometimes, this happens to you. They know you can usually deal with it on your own, prefer to. So for you to have sought them out, it must have been especially bad. “No. Just... thanks for staying with me, guys.”

“You know we would anytime, sweetheart.” You and Marc get comfortable, facing each other and burrowed deep under the covers.

You take a deep breath as the reality of this situation here hits you. You’re laying face-to-face with the men you have feelings for, inches from them. You can feel the warmth radiating off their body, and Marc smiles softly, bringing a hand up to rest on the angle of your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek. “Go to sleep, babygirl. We’ve got you.” A few tears fall, and Marc— no, it’s Jake now— brushes them away with his thumb. “Buenos noches, cariño. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” You breathe.

“Yeah,” Steven answers, still caressing your cheek. “Cross our heart.”

“I love you,” You say without thinking; briefly, embarrassment and worry slam into you from both sides, but you’re so exhausted that you hardly register it.

Steven freezes for a moment as your eyes flutter shut, and for the second they’re open you see... relief. A beaming smile. You feel him shift closer that he’s holding you against him like a koala, pressing a lingering, loving kiss to your cheek. “And we love you, darling. Very much.”

———

The next morning, you woke cuddling up to Marc. You and Steven headed out to work in the same car, so that he could drop you off. Jake picked you up and took you out to dinner. That night you cuddled again— and every night after. Now that you had them in your life like this-- as your loving, thoughtful boyfriends-- you felt pure, raw happiness in a manner you never had before. You weren’t used to smiling so much, and honestly, neither were they.

A year later, the Avengers each got an invitation to a wedding.

______________________________________________________________

Thanks for reading! <3 If anyone wants to be added or taken off, just let me know!

Taglist:

@dameronsknight

@sylkisdagger

@atzlena

@gucciboots

@pastel-0-princess

@poeticsorcery

@rosaren2498

@love-on-the-murder-scene

@wintergirlsoilder2

@blackcat-midnight-thatsme

@multifandomsw

@bookloverfilmoholic

@khaotic-kris

@hb8301

@soggumm

@simonsbluee

@adamcarlsenslvr

@bluestuesday

@magnet-girl

@rosellacwrites

@dweeb-central

@ilymorepls

@drwhofangirl1963

@loonymagizoologist

@auszimbo

@tealrivers

@laters-gators12

@izbelross

@xcatnapsx

@child-of-the-moon-gods

@djarinsgirl27

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Christmas Eve and you ask sam to be your girlfriend

My point of view

It's my favorite favorite favorite favorite time of the year!! (Besides my birthday of course hehe). I just got done wrapping a present for Chad, Anika, Mindy, and Tara. And a present for Gale, Sydney, and Kirby.

I put my present for Sam under the tree as well. Ooh! I see some presents for me already!! I see Tara putting a present for me under the tree. "Is that a present for meeeeeee?" I asked.

Tara laughed. "Yeah. But I'm not gonna tell you what is! You gotta wait til tomorrow!" Tara says to me.

"Ugh! Fine!" I said jokingly.

"Come on", said Tara. "Let's go help set up the table". she said to me.

"Do i have to?" I said.

I see Sam walking into the living room putting a Christmas present under the tree.

"It'll take 2 seconds". Said Tara.

"1, 2". I said.

Tara gave you this look.

O_o

"What?" I said. "You did say two seconds". I said.

"Not literally!" Said Tara.

Sam laughed. "(Y/n) will you please help Tara set the table? If you do I have a slice of your favorite cake i will give to you for dessert. Carrot cake". She said.

I smiled. "I do love carrot cake! Okay Tara. I will help you".

Tara smiled.

"Thank you". Sam said to you.

After helping Tara set the table she asked "Is tonight gonna be the night you ask my sister to be your girlfriend?" She asked. she smiled.

I squealed. "Im gonna ask her to be my girlfriend tonight!" I said.

"Awww! You are??!" Tara asked me.

"Yes!" I smiled.

No ones point of view

After everyone ate dinner and had dessert we came up with our own talent show. Chad didnt wanna admit he cant sing but very very badly he sang a song that is about Tara. Anika and Mindy were falling asleep. And that means tou go last.

You stood uo and stood in front of everyone. You were nervous. Soooooo nervous!! But this your chance now! Your time! Your time to tell Sam the woman you're in love with how you feel about her.

"Sam", you said. "This song is dedicated to you". You played the song you were working on and began singing. And after the you were done singing you said to sam, "Sam. I love you. I am so in love with you I'm so crazy about and i cannot stop thinking about you. When you hold me I get these happy butterflies in my tummy. Please sam. Please be my girlfriend". you said.

Sam smiled. She stood up and said "I feel the exact same way. I've been in love with you for so long and-"

"Kiss me". You say to Sam.

She nodded. And you and Sam finally kissed!! "Yes", she said. "I will be your girlfriend (Y/n)!!"

She wrapped her strong arms around you. You got on your Tippy toes and kissed her again. And everyone cheered.

#sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x you #scream 6 #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader

[fierceawakening]

So, actual question about actual gaslighting:

Mom tells me that my birthday gift is a table from IKEA that she and dad are buying me. I'm happy about this, as I very much do need a table. The one I have is one they were getting rid of when they moved into an apartment more suited to them aging in place, and is a lovely table but is way the fuck too big for my small apartment so I'm happy about this.

We go to IKEA. Somehow they forget that this is an hour each way and everyone is frustrated and annoyed at the trip taking so long so we're all kind of snippy while we're there. Which is maybe not great but I'm just kinda, eh, shit happens, I'm finding a table. Whatever.

TO MY PERCEPTION, my mom has a thing about people getting snippy. She starts to get really nervous and uncomfortable and make a big deal out of it, where I personally would prefer we just all laugh it off. "Oh fuck, we're all tired and cranky and forgot how fucking HUGE an IKEA is. Ow, argh, welcome to the universe, we all want to commit murder now but are too tired, woe is us, ha ha ha." But, again, as I perceive it, this is Not Okay with my mom, who really wants everyone to act happy and grateful all the time. It's TO ME like she can't see grateful if you're not beaming, and it baffles me.

BUT I am not her, and I could be downplaying that I'm curt to the point of mean, so let's presume that I'm terrible and grouchy and should really be less of both given that this is a present for me. Okay. I suck. Let's go.

Well, things get worse. We go to have dinner after, and I say we should wait until we get back to town and know the restaurants, and that while I know she practices intermittent fasting religiously "it's never actually the end of the world to mess up your diet once due to extenuating circumstances, we can push dinnertime to 6:30."

Well she LOSES IT because I called her fasting a diet and we have an argument which culminates in us eating at a terrible Mexican place we all absolutely hate so it won't be 6:30 at which point she absolutely cannot eat.

We're all tired and grumpy and annoyed because that was exhausting They take the table home with them and tell me they'll come back tomorrow (today) to assemble it, and then, since this is about my birthday, we'll go out to lunch for my bday. (I could SWEAR I asked if it was OK that that would take attention away from Mother's Day and she said it's fine, but maybe I don't remember?)

Anyway, we're all still exhausted and kind of annoyed, and now we're assembling furniture. I'm tired and hungry and looking forward to lunch, and from MY PERSPECTIVE I'm still in a bit of a snippy mood but I don't THINK I'm doing anything terrible.

But she gets super upset. Why am I not happy? Why am I not excited? Why did I not immediately mention Mother's Day? And I'm just like oh man can I just focus on putting a table together? And she's like why am I talking in the way I'm talking? MY answer to which is that we're all tired and run down and it's normal, but she doesn't like this.

Finally she tells me that she's not going to go with me to lunch if "I can't behave decently."

I'm hurt about this, but I don't want to promise that I can "behave decently" because I know from experience that trying to mask in front of her makes things worse, not better.

So I say, "You need to make up your own mind. I am not sure I can mask my snippiness until I have eaten and calmed down. If this is a dealbreaker for you, please just drop us off and we'll catch back up with you. If it's not, I'll probably be fine once I've rested and have some food in me."

I feel like this makes sense, and actually even like maybe it would help! I can't vow to never be visibly tired or annoyed, but I can be aware she dislikes it and tell her I'll catch her later when it won't put her on edge.

But her reaction to that is basically that I want license to behave badly, and that I don't care about her enough to "be decent." She goes with us, but the whole time talks about how unfair it is that I be allowed to "not be decent."

I eat the food and enjoy the restaurant, and as I predicted, this helps me to feel calmer and present as less obviously irritated. I am hurt deeply by the "not decent" remark but able to hide those feelings as I'm calmer. Everything is fine. Ish.

...

AITA or is she? I mean, I think she is, but... if I am abusive or cruel and giving myself a pass, I feel like I should know that.

I just... Idk. I don't feel like anyone else does this. Like, friends and loved ones have seen me annoyed. And they don't necessarily like it, but there isn't the same sense that I'm incapable of being decent.

Dafuq do I do about this? I love my mom but I'm so tired of feeling like I can't just... be pissed off, lest it hurt her in some way, when it seems like me being pissed off in front of other people is treated like it's, maybe not perfect, but normal.

[eggtrolls]

Re: the men in black quote - I think you misinterpreted what the point was haha, the guy said that in response to will smith's character going "wait you're telling me aliens are real? that's not true!" bc everyone thinks what they know is the sole factual truth until it inevitably gets disproved. so people once "knew" the earth being flat is The Truth, until scientists discovered otherwise - who knows what other supposed objective truths of our time will be disproven hundreds of years from now?

great news, you absolutely misinterpreted what I meant.

let's review: the quote in question is, "fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the earth was the center of the universe. five hundred years ago, everybody knew the earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. imagine what you'll know tomorrow."

my tags: #congenital defect to be the funsucker but those first two are obviously and patently untrue. still a fun quote

my meaning: neither of these statements are true because 1500 and 500 years ago, many, many people knew and had known that the earth was not the centre of the universe and that the earth was not flat, respectively.

explanation point A: 1500 years ago puts us at 523 AD.

the first non-geocentric (as in earth is the centre of the universe) model was proposed by Philolaus who died in 390 BC.

the first heliocentric model was proposed Aristarchus of Samos, who lived circa 290 BC.

The classic Tamil work Ciṟupāṇāṟṟuppaṭai from the 3rd-5th century AD by Nattattaṉār is so head in the game that it uses "the sun being orbited by planets" as a metaphor. so people had already, for hundreds of years, known that the earth was not the centre of the universe.

I can kind of see the point on this because the heliocentric model had undergone periods of acceptance and then got shot in the foot with the publication of the Almagest and wouldn't come back into vogue for some time. my point is that plenty of people had already known that the earth wasn't the centre of the universe.

explanation point B: 500 years ago puts us at 1523 AD.

there is no explanation for this. it's straight up lazy writing and historical revisionism and also believing popular and dumb myths.

our main man Pythagoras (6th century BC) proposed a spherical earth. This was followed up by a spherical earth model from no one's main man Aristotle (330 BC). Ptolemy (2nd century AD) made his maps from a globe.

the 5th century AD Indian astronomer Aryabhata (who also had some stuff going with the heliocentric solar system model! crazy!) assumed a spherical earth model in quantitative astronomy models for developing a calendar.

Persian baddie Fakhruddin Razi (1150 – 1209) explicitly said "...because the Earth, even though it is round, is an enormous sphere, and each little part of this enormous sphere, when it is looked at, appears to be flat."

getting closer to the present, Thomas Aquinas (1225–1274) assumed a spherical earth model and that everyone KNEW that the earth was spherical.

for the hat trick, Ferdinand Magellan started his circumnavigation of the earth in 1519 and the ship came back in 1522, almost exactly 500 years ago! fucking Christopher Columbus knew the earth was a sphere!

which is to say: girl, they been knowing that!!! where the fuck have you been that you've been listening to Washington Irving about the idea that medieval (European) people thought that the earth was flat?

explanation point C: there are, effectively, no beliefs that have ever been so agreed on by all of humanity that we can say "everyone" "knew" it. ancient India had atheism. atom theory goes back to ancient Greece. there are plenty of examples of matrilineal and matriarchal societies that actually valued women as people. Thucydides, Lucretius, and Marcus Terentius Varro all had an idea of diseases being spread from an infected person to a healthy person ("there are bred certain minute creatures which cannot be seen by the eyes, which float in the air and enter the body through the mouth and nose and there cause serious diseases"). I point this out because I am a chronic funsucker who loves to nitpick, as I am doing now.

explanation point D: if you think I'm too stupid to understand this incredibly basic and historical oversimplifying ass quote, unfollow me.

#'people once “knew” the earth being flat is The Truth until scientists discovered otherwise' like you must be joking. please. #Egg talks #people love to imagine a woman so stupid #all of this information is from Wikipedia by the way you can cite all of this

[yuyumnami]

The Oddest Amongst All (Black clover x genshin impact)

"Charmy, could I request for another ten sticks of-" flapping sound of pages was heard as Charmy keep on munching her giant strawberry cake tower. Several cute sheeps appeared beside her, which one immediately got to the counter and boil a pot of water while some combined equal parts non-glutinous rice flour with glutinous sweet rice flour and separated flavors of either matcha or sakura flowers.

Smooth doughs of those mixture with warm water was kneaded by their trotters, was portioned out into bite-sized pieces and was rolled into small balls.

A pair of lilac shade shone in amazement and excitement, though was confisticated with stoic and aloof expression. She put down a skewer on her plate as she munching her last dango while her eyes followed the step by step process of making tricolor dango.

"Ho ho~ Ei, while you wait, do you want some strawberry cake?" Charmy asked in a sing sang tone.

"That would be wonderful, Your kind offer has my gratitude, Charmy." Her slender fingers picked up a fork, before enjoying herself the undeniable sweet cake. If it's not for her stoic expressions, her face would have be seen shining with content.

Bite after bite, minutes passed when the boiled dangos finally float on the water surface, and the woman, called Ei, felt her utmost joy.

The now treaded dangos on a skewer was presented on a plate in front of her, and her hand always so fast to get a hold of one. Unfortunately, though, the laden joy was replaced by utter disappointment and annoyance, when a gruff tone was heard behind her.

"Ei, wear your robe. You, Finral, Gordon and I are going to see Magic knight entrance exam." It was Yami Sukehiro, the Black Bull squad's captain.

"My deepest apologies, for I must decline your proposal, for I have prior engagements that cannot be abandoned." Attempting to ignore the man, She eats the pink-colored dango.

"I know that 'prior engagement' is nothing to do with anything important Ei, you just want to eat your sweets. Now come on." Yami drape a Black Bull robe on her shoulder, which was the one she took off before eating her sweets.

"Your request has been met with the utmost sincerity. But, You mortal are not entitled to give me orders. No one has authority over me."

"TOo bad, I do have the authority as YOUR captain, Raiden Ei."

Ei sighed, her long braided hair swayed as she lift her butt from the chair and walked to Finral's spatial magic. Though her face was stoic, Yami knew well she was grumbling in her mind. "Just bring your sweets along, you can eat them there, you know?"

How long has it been? Five years? Probably, four? Ever since she first arrived here, in the Clover Kingdom.

Not that she cares, but everyone never acknowledges her much except for her mysterious identity and the common folks about her having no mana at all.

The most things that stand out about her the most are that she's a foreigner, with a very weird fashion of clothing that was assumed to be unladylike and cheap, as well as her too stand-out dark purple hair color.

Her unknown and weirded-out behavior and low knowledge of the world somehow attract Yami Sukehiro's attention. He knows very well how it feels. Being a loner in a foreign place. Which leads him to invite her to join his squad.

After bribing her with sweets, that is.

"Let's go," Yami said, as the four walked into the spiral.

Part 2? is probably tomorrow. If I feel like to do, that is. And no, No ship in this story. Hope you guys like it!

#genshin impact #raiden ei #black clover crossover #black clover #genshin impact crossover #ei #raiden shogun #clover kingdom

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Thirty Six.

Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two  Twenty Three  Twenty Four  Twenty Five  Twenty Six  Twenty Seven  Twenty Eight  Twenty Nine  Thirty  Thirty One Thirty Two  Thirty Three  Thirty Four  Thirty Five

Words - 4,009 

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

"Is it okay that we don't get out of bed much today? I really don't feel like sharing you with anyone, even if that is selfish as I'm sure there's a load of people who want to see you after you got back," I tell Angel, wrapped up in his arms in bed the day after Christmas, just after the sun has finally melted into the horizon, the sky swathed in rich darkness.

"No, that's fine. Eric and Sal have left me messages with Ursula saying they want to come round to see me, but I can put them off until later. As for staying in bed all evening, I think that's entirely possible. I can wait until tomorrow to go and buy a new cell phone. Everyone I want to talk to is under this roof already or is going to be here later. I'm content for us to stay exactly where we are," he murmurs, stroking my hair. I feel so happy, and still in a state of shock really if I'm truthful.

I thought he was dead, or at least the permanent version of dead for vampires, and now here he is lying next to me again. I called Ahmed, Sasha, Vic and Aileen last night before we went to bed, and they were absolutely stunned at my news, but thrilled for me all the same. I just can't believe my luck, I really can't.  

I also cannot believe the strength and determination it took for him to get back to me, or the fact that I was the first person he was compelled to get to first. The thought of what could have happened if those guys hadn't had good hearts… it makes me shudder to think he'd have been thrown over the side to be condemned to a watery grave. It horrifies me because he wouldn't have died right away either, so he told me last night when we sat talking before going to bed, it would have taken time for him to have shut down completely.

"You're going to have to get used to me becoming somewhat of a clingy girlfriend, because I have to confess, I'm frightened to let you out of my sight at present in case you don't come back," I reveal, turning onto my front and stroking his chest while I look down at him.

He reaches for me, thumb circling the apple of my cheek. "I understand that. You must have gone through so much over the last three days prior to yesterday.”

"I did. I was a completely broken and distraught mess. Seeing, and feeling Ursula's pain though, I have a blood tie with her now by the way, that was something else entirely. It ripped her heart in two to lose you," I explain, his hand moving from my cheek to stroke my hair.

"Why the blood tie with Ursula?"  

"One of those guys dragging you out of the shop when you were taken elbowed me straight in the cheek and broke it," I reply, feeling his anger rise up like a firework.

I move to placate him, resting my head onto his chest, stroking the side of his neck. "Calm down, don't go getting yourself all pissed off. I'm fine, Ursula's blood healed me in about three seconds. Damn, that's potent stuff.” He settles instantly, smiling happily once more. "She also thought it safe she have a link to me too, just in case I get in any danger." I then add, before the lady herself knocks on the door.

"Are you both presentable?" she asks after her soft tap.

"Yes," we call back. She then enters and sits down at the other end of the bed while I sit up, propping myself up on a pillow.

"I bring news, significant news at that. I just took a telephone call from Elias. Fifteen other members of the TVM were arrested tonight after successful leads in questioning and names given after torture of the previously arrested vampires. Only one has been released without charge so far out of those, and tonight another fifteen will begin to be questioned. The net is closing in on them.” It's another step closer to finding out who is behind this, and ultimately bringing them all down like toppling dominoes.

"I suppose Dawn still isn't talking? I must confess I was expecting her to have cracked by now. She never seemed the strong type," Angel says, shifting up the bed slightly.

"This is where you, I and many others have underestimated her. She's blind at present, being given low doses of blood. Her eyeballs are near totally burned out from the silver being dripped into them for most of the time, yet still she will not talk. They'll move on to another tactic before long, but I doubt it'll do much good. She's certainly loyal to whoever is in charge, I'll give her that," Ursula sighs before standing. "I shall keep you both no longer, I just wanted to come and relay that to you."

After that, we're free to be alone again, only talking for a short time longer before kissing takes over. Now he's completely recharged and up to strength, it doesn't take a genius to work out what the next need he wants to satisfy is.

"You know, one of the things I missed most was just lying here kissing you, so if you don't mind that's all I'm going to do for a while.” Welcoming the big body of my vampire atop me, I lean to his mouth, my lips locking with his while his hands glide down my arms.

"Why should I mind that? You do just happen to be very good at it." As it turns out, kissing me solely on the mouth is not what he has in mind.  We spend a long time tonight, getting reacquainted.

"You look very thoughtful, mi amor," Angel tells me afterward, kissing my cheek.

"I am. I'm just thinking how lucky I am, to have had you taken from me for what I thought was forever, and now here we are together again. When I thought you'd died, a massive part of me died with you. I've never been good at explaining these kinds of things, but that's how much I love you, how much of a massive part of my life you've become. Life without you in it, well it isn't worth living.”

"Ditto to everything you just said." Is all he replies with before smiling that beautiful smile of his, kissing me into total silence.

Angel's POV

"Are you ever going to stop looking at me like that?" I ask Edie when I catch her gazing at me as I dry off. I just took an extremely enjoyable shower with her, one that only partially involved getting clean.

She lets her eyes roam over me again before replying. "Nope, get used to it."  

Moving to where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, I lean to her, kissing her pretty lips. “Good job I like it then, isn’t it?” Dressing at speed, I spend a little more time up here lavishing attention on my beautiful woman before we go downstairs, still half wrapped around each other.

"I've missed seeing that, a lovely, big smile on your face," Charles tells us warmly as he's crossing the hallway from his sitting room to the kitchen while pointing at Edie and winking. I'm glad he and Ursula adore her, too.

She has everything she's ever wanted, and also what she went without for so long right under this roof; a real family who love her. Even though only two of us are biologically related, we're a family in every sense of the word, as I'm sure you've noticed. We head through to his sitting room where Ursula and EZ are, and are joined by Sal and Eric ten minutes later. I'm as happy to see them as they are me, and I'm proud that I can see Eric really wants to cry but completely steels himself. He's getting there.

"Ursula, may I ask is it true one of the suspects taken in was Latoria Jackson?" Sal asks my creator not long after they've arrived.

"I'm afraid I cannot divulge names, Salvatore. But suffice to say, if she's currently missing from our midst then well, add one plus one and you get two." Ursula replies cleverly, answering his question for him without actually saying anything revealing.  

She steadfastly refuses to say who has been taken in for questioning, not even to us, her family. We will find out though because when the trial of these vampires begins, their names will be made public. Elias is holding off on that until he can get to the head of the TVM, who we still do not know anything about other than the fact he is male.  

All talk of this is put aside though after Sal's question, and instead we enjoy our evening rather than dissecting the more unpleasant side of life at present, with Sasha and Ahmed joining us all close to midnight, too.

"Oh, the predictability," I mutter quietly when Ahmed and Ursula head upstairs at just before 2am, making Charles hiss with laughter.

"Well, if the wife is off to get her kicks, I'm going to get mine too. Excuse me, everyone." He says before leaving, heading to see one of his humans. He has several, and they mostly follow a pattern. Older than eighteen but less than twenty-one years old, tall and blonde would be that pattern. He likes them young, but not too young.  

At 3am every visiting guest bar Ahmed leaves, and Edie and I head out to the back yard and sit with the wolves, enjoying the night air. It feels good, having the breeze upon my face, enjoying the freedom I suppose I did take for granted. I'd love to just grab Edie's hand and take her for a walk some place right now, but I guess I can't. As soon as the vampires who wanted me dead find out I'm not, well I can imagine they'll come after me again.  

I'm not scared, I don't fear them. The only thing I fear in all of this is Edie getting hurt somehow, and she was hurt badly enough thinking that I'd died. Sometimes I wish I could take her away from here, get her away from this madness, but I won't run away, and neither will she. I will take her away somewhere when all of this has blown over though, she deserves the rest.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks, rousing me from the thoughts I'd drifted off into.

"A time when all this will be over, and we can go back to normal, as well as taking you away on vacation somewhere when it is," I reply, holding my hand out for hers.

"Take me wherever you want to go in the world, I shan't argue with you! I need a vacation, I really do," she replies, moving to sit on my lap.

"Yes, you do. You work entirely too hard and also, you've had a fucking lot of stress to deal with recently, so I'm going to take you somewhere far away from here, so me and you can just enjoy what we've missed so far, enjoying the fact we're together. Two months and one week today, and it feels like two years while strangely enough, it still feels so recent, when I think back to when I was your detainee," I tell her, stroking her arms.

"I hate remembering that time, all the pain I put you through," she laments, moving to sit astride my thighs

"You were just doing your job, I accept that totally and yes, yes you certainly did put me through a lot of pain. The silver chisel being hammered into my spine was perhaps the worst, even though I wouldn't have told you that at the time. You're damn good at what you do, I was very wrong to think I'd suffer nothing considerable at your hands," I state, moving the neck of her sweater lower with and kissing her chest as my other hand slides around her back. "You're also nothing but wonderful now, so there we go." I'm sure that after a longer period of time, I'll find things about her that irritate me. Other than sometimes being a little too loud when she's drunk and also leaving trails of those makeup removing wipes and hair paraphernalia everywhere, there isn't anything else about her I find bothersome.

"Angel, do you think all of this is near the end point now?" she questions a time later, after we're shared content silence, watching the wolves bounce around on the grass a few feet away from where we're sitting.

I take a few moments to mull over my response, my fingers idly playing with her hair. "I think we've reached the eye of the storm, which means we're halfway to it blowing away, then the time to repair any more damage it leaves in its wake begins.”

"I don't want there to be any more damage. I know that sounds like such a childish thing to say, but we've all been through enough. This is, ah, this… it's just bullshit now! I mean really, why are they dwindling like this? They're scared, that's why. They're scared of Ursula, and taking you away meant she was weakened, which was probably when they thought they'd strike but of course, she'd have killed the lot of them if they'd dug her up since vampires replenish their strength at an alarming rate when they go to ground. Fucking pussy assed TVM, they're cowards!" she vents, her tone going from quite nervous to very angry at an alarming rate.  

It just amuses me though, because I love how she isn't scared. If they were humans, she'd fight them all, one by one until she'd broken each one of them. I know she'd do that. I love seeing her strength. I find it so attractive, arousing even. Speaking of arousing, I always find it just that when she sits like this on my lap, because it always reminds me how much I enjoy having sex with her in this very position.

"Don't get angry," I placate, while my hands move her sweater at the neck to slide it down her shoulders, moving to then kiss them in turn.

"I think I'm right in guessing you'd prefer I was anything but right now. Don't worry, I want you just as much as you want me," she purrs before kissing me, her hands stroking my face as she does. It also seems she's very much with me on the fact that I’m content to enjoy her right here out in the garden, our hands undressing one another at speed while your kisses grow in urgency. Our outdoor encounter ends about an hour after it began, with me lying on my back upon the table, Edie breathless on top of me.

"I think we need to get in the shower," she says, her sweaty, mud trailed body resting against mine as she catches her breath. I agree, and after moving us and our clothes at speed that's the exact place we end up for the second time this evening. It doesn't mean we stop having sex for long though, with Edie getting washed clean and then bending over, instructing me to fuck her so hard she screams. I absolutely do.

"I think I'm satisfied now, and nicely exhausted," she hums softly when we're in bed a time later, an hour away from sunrise.

Looking over at her, I raise an eyebrow. "I'd wonder why if you weren't." We then lie here and talk until the sun comes up and the natural pull towards sleep begins to take a hold of me. I look down after Edie has been quiet for a while, and viewing the beautiful sight of her sleeping with her head on my chest is the last thing I see before I join her. When I awake, I find she's up already, and dress to go downstairs where I find her out in the back garden, and also discover the source of the noise I heard upon waking, too.

"Keep more tension in this arm, and just squeeze on the trigger," EZ advises while she holds one of his guns, a .45 in this instance, aiming it at the largest tree in the back yard where there's a target nailed to the trunk. "I thought it'd be useful for her to know how to shoot, so I'm teaching her how before I loan her a gun." He then adds to me when I arrive with them, watching Edie fire the gun and only manage to hit one of the very outer circles of the target.

"Damn it!" she fumes quietly.

"You'll get there, that was only your tenth shot ever and it's dark too. Practice more in the daylight and you'll get even better, just not with silver bullets though, or you'll fucking bankrupt me," he advises, with a small rumble of laughter.

"With how much you're worth, I doubt that's possible," I snort, watching him raise his eyebrows for a moment, and then look back at me with a knowing smile. I'm worth enough as it is (you have to remember vampires amass much more money than you humans, since you have to pay out for a lot more commodities we simply do not need) and EZ is probably worth double that, with what he charges for his services in eradication. He's an exceedingly wealthy vampire. Just then, Edie fires the gun again and this time after its hit the target nearer to the bull's eye, she looks much more pleased with herself.

"A definite improvement, Edie. Like I said, it's all down to practice, familiarising yourself with the gun, the way it feels in your hand, the power of the kick. If you'll excuse me for now." Heading back inside, he and Ursula cross paths as she comes to us, my face alight when she gives Edie’s next shot a round of applause, stroking her hair and kissing her head, whispering ‘that’s my girl.’

"I just thought I'd come and watch Edie’s target practice before I head to Angela's to give her this book back that she lent me, and then go back to the side of that beautiful human I still have tied to the bed upstairs," she informs us, of course referencing Ahmed. Knowing Ursula, she probably does have him tied up, too. She's into all of that in a big way.  

"You're not exerting my friend up there too much are you, Ursula?" Edie asks, before firing another shot and then jumping for joy when she hits the bull's eye.

"I am yes, but he likes it," she grins wickedly before leaving us to it. Apparently, Constance and Coco are travelling back tonight as we speak, so I'm sure Ahmed's stay here will only be until then, when Ursula will have more important things on her mind than having sex with her favourite choice of human.  

When they arrive two hours later, once again the elders all shoo us young out of the way, until I decide that I don't want to be pushed aside any longer, planting my feet. I'm standing my ground on this. This is something that has been on my mind since I was captured, and it's going nowhere but out of my mouth. What I have to say needs to be heard.

"No, sorry but I refuse to obey this request," I state plainly, raising my eyebrows with all the petulance I dare when Constance immediately looks angry.

"We're doing this for your own good, because if you..." she begins.

"If what, Constance? If I'm taken, then they can't question me over what I know? You stupid fucking woman, they took me already and all they planned was to kill me, so what the fuck does it matter? Seriously, all this 'to keep you safe' bullshit is getting old, because it isn't keeping us safe, so you need to include us all in this. We have to start working together, and I know at your age its almost fucking impossible for you to ever listen to anyone else, because you think you're imperatively right a thousand percent of the time, but you aren't. We want to be included in this," I cut in and vent with every bit of anger that's been building up within me since I was taken away.

"If you weren't Ursula's offspring, you'd be dead for talking to me like that, you jumped up little shit!" Constance snarls angrily after a few seconds' pause. She's probably never had anyone talk to her like that for over a couple of thousand years, but she needed to hear it. They all needed to hear it.

"Enough shouting at each other!" my creator yells loudly.

"We're fed up of being kept in the dark, Ursula. I think Angel is perfectly just in what he stated, especially since he's already had happen to him what you're all trying to prevent. These rules you're all following, they're not the same ones as the TVM are, because they play by no rules. I think it's time we did the same," EZ then voices, while Constance just looks more shocked by the moment. She doesn't like being disagreed with.

"The children are right; I must agree with them. Come in, come sit, and we will get to the bottom of this mess together as a family, as we should have from the start." Charles then interjects with, Ursula agreeing with him. We then all sit down, Edie too, and discuss everything that is going on until a half hour before the sun comes up.  

No great plans are made this evening, other than the fact that Constance wants to speak to the men who were good enough not to go ahead with their plans to bury me at sea so she can try and gather more information on the mysterious man who paid them, and with that the discussion ends. Since Edie confesses she is very tired, she heads up to bed, and I promise to be right there next to her in a few minutes. I spend those minutes whistling out in the back garden for my wolves, who will return home as soon as they hear me. They don't wander too far. It's as I'm waiting that I'm joined by my creator, who looks like she's trying not to laugh.

"Go on, mom. You know you want to," I tell her, putting my arm around her shoulders. I turn to look at her, and then laugh myself when she lets out a massive snort through her nose before dissolving into hysterics.

"I can't believe what you said to Constance, the nerve you had to stand up to her in such a way! Oh, my beautiful boy, you're mine, without a shadow of a doubt you're definitely your mother's son!" she howls while embracing me. I'm glad I could make her laugh, and I'm glad I'm smiling now too, because this whole farce with the TVM has built up to a level where I just cannot idly sit back without doing anything, and I don't care who I have to challenge to make that point clear. I'm just glad my creator understands this as well as she does.

"There's an old bible passage that weighs on my mind at present, Ecclesiastes 3.8, to be precise. 'There is a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.' Now is the time for war, and my god, we'll give them one." she states, while I nod in agreement. This is war, without a shadow of a doubt, and we will win it. We will.

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x ofc #vampire!angel reyes #vampire!ez reyes #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc smut #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

Exploring D/S

Since life is short, often too short, Benjamin Franklin famously said “Never leave that till tomorrow which you can do today” and while so much has changed since Mr. Franklin’s time, the advice is still solid. It is very easy to fall into the trap of finding why not thoughts rather than taking a second, changing that thought from why you cannot into reasons why you should just do it. This is especially true within this lifestyle and even more so if you are new. Things can feel overwhelming from terminology, what role is right for you, keeping safe, activities that appeal or do not, why are you interested in ‘this’, and trying to separate the good apples from the slimy, wormy ones.

One quick note that I feel I need to add, this advice is about just doing an exploration of the lifestyle and is NOT meant for diving into a relationship. Relationships take time to build plus the knowledge needed of the lifestyle and one’s self take even more time to acquire. Lifestyle relationships cannot just be jumped into like a pool. Jumping in headfirst is not safe nor will you find it successful. Please do not just jump into the lifestyle relationship pool until you are one gosh darn good swimmer!

Okay, I now return to our regularly scheduled program that is not presented by a large shoe company.  While this unnamed business has made billions from promoting its catchphrase of “just do it”, I thought it would be a great time to share ten short reasons to go ahead and just do your explorations of the lifestyle.

Do not let the fear of failure intercept you from exploring. I believe you will feel more of a sense of failure if you do not allow yourself to learn about yourself and the lifestyle. If you discover the lifestyle is not for you, that is not a failure but an amazing piece of self-knowledge. Truly the only failure to fear is one of not being true to yourself and exploring what you are curious about.

The hardest step is always the first one and the journey to something worthwhile always starts with some fear. It is okay to have some trepidation, everyone does but push through it. You will thank yourself later.

You are good enough and this lifestyle is not limited to some special elite. You truly are amazing and you belong here exploring, growing, and I hope joining the community.

The desire you feel inside you is there for a reason. Go forward, explore, and learn about it.

If you do not like something in your life, you do have the power to change it. Do not wait for someone to swoop in and do it for you.

We live in the information age, so if you are not sure where to start, ask Google or Siri. There is a wealth of knowledge about how and where to begin your new journey.

The lifestyle is not perfect. Remember, imperfection is beautiful and so are you.

Starting small is great. Small things built and grow into bigger things.

No matter how you decide to go forward and you will grow.

Do not spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’, take action today.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2022

[asylos]

Dracula Daily Responses (Aug 30-Sep3)

Previous Days on AO3

August 30th

A letter, from Miss Lucy to dear Mina. So much love she sends to her friend, and good news all around, as she says she is feeling better, and her mother is too. Arthur is with her, and they are to be married on the 28th of September. The change is so great in her condition that I cannot help but wonder if she is lying to reassure her friend, and give her less to worry about when she is already so worried about looking after Jonathan…

August 31st

Ah, my fears were correct. This letter from Mr. Holmwood to Dr. Seward paints a much different story of Miss Lucy’s condition. And that of her mother as well! Mr. Holmwood has written the doctor asking him to put aside his romantic feelings for Miss Lucy, and her rejection of them, and to come to her aid as a doctor, as a friend to both Miss Lucy and Mr. Holmwood both. She has consented to seeing Dr. Seward in such a manner, and good on Mr. Holmwood in seeking her permission first, before reaching out. He has taken pains to make their meeting private from Mrs. Westenra as well, to keep from further worsening her condition. Miss Lucy has chosen her future husband well. 

September 1st

Mr. Holmwood has sent a quick telegram to Dr. Seward to announce his letter in transit. He has been called away as his father’s condition has worsened. He clearly does not want to leave Miss Lucy in such a dreadful state, but what choice does he have.

September 2nd

Dr. Seward has met with Miss Lucy, and has not been able to determine what is the matter. This letter he has written to Mr. Holmwood describes in detail his meeting with Miss Lucy, and his assessment of her condition. Miss Lucy, to his relief, gave full permission for him to recount their meeting to Mr. Holmwood, and I am again glad to see the men in her life seeking her consent in these matters. Having seen that Miss Lucy suffers the symptoms of anemia, but no seeming cause of it, as the sample he secured of her blood is normal, he has decided to seek outside help. He informs Mr. Holmwood of the details of this in the letter. A Professor Van Helsing, of Amsterdam, an expert in obscure disease. His description of the man is quite favourable, and full of confidence. They shall meet Miss Lucy again tomorrow, but away from the house so as not to alarm her mother. Another considerate gesture.

Dr. Van Helsing had replied to Dr. Seward’s letter straight away, stating he could come at once, but only stay a short time. He could return again in a few days, however. He called to remembrance the time that Dr. Seward had saved his life, and that for such a feat, he would most definitely come when called, more so than when offered any fortune. It seems these two have much history between them. Here is hoping they will be able to help Miss Lucy together. 

September 3rd

Dr. Seward has sent another letter to Mr. Holmwood to update him on Van Helsing’s visit. He was not present when the Professor met with Miss Lucy at all times, however. Van Helsing, he says, is much concerned, but must think on the matter. I fear this does not bode well for Miss Lucy. 

The Professor sent Dr. Seward out of the room to speak privately with Miss Lucy, sensing she would be more forthcoming with him alone. I can imagine that would be very much the case, knowing that there were feelings between the two. How much easier to confide in this somewhat fatherly fellow of a doctor, than one her own age, who has expressed romantic interest. The Professor told Dr. Seward later that he very much agreed that she showed signs of blood loss, with no visible cause. The case interests him, and that is good in that it will keep him digging for answers. 

Dr. Seward now is to keep watch, and keep both the Professor and Mr. Holmwood informed of anything that occurs.  Now, like everyone, I wait for news, and hope it to be good.

#dracula daily #miri writes

[late-nite-scholar]

Day 7- Ancient/Ceremony

Prompt used- Both

@tes-summer-fest

Wordcount- 1484

Warnings- None

A successful job that turns to a bit of sweetness at the end (hinting at spicy after).  Set in early-game Skyrim.

***

I looked up from my book as Ria stuck her head through our doorway and asked. “Did you hear about the party tomorrow night?” 

“No? Who’s having a party?” 

“They’re having a planting ceremony for that new Gildergreen tree we brought back. It’s going to be a big celebration for the whole city. We need to go! After all, we did make it all happen!” She twirled, presenting a rather official-looking missive with a flourish. “Look, they sent the Companions an invitation!”  

“This sounds like fun,” I agreed, looking over the paper. “I don’t have anything besides my regular clothes to wear, but I suppose that’s fine. We can still have a good time.”

“Oh no, we will go and find you something nice to wear. We’re going down to the market and we are going to find you an outfit right now. You cannot be a guest of honor in armor and travel-stained clothes.” She put her hands on her hips. “Besides, it’ll be fun. Sometimes I like that bit of change, like putting on a costume and being someone else.”

“Okay, okay, you’ve convinced me! Let’s do it. I could stand to have some nice clothes.”

 ***

 About half an hour later, standing in a tailor’s shop, I began to have misgivings. Mother Morwha, what have I gotten myself into? Ria seemed to have a rather specific idea of what I should get, and it was obvious now that her and I were not on the same page. 

I stood in front of a body-length mirror, looking at myself in a soft, blue dress overlaid with a brown girdle and apron. The dress had long sleeves, but the neckline was off-the-shoulder and quite low. The girdle pushed my bust up, and I worried about spilling out if I leaned over. 

“I don’t think this is for me.” I frowned at my reflection.

“Divines above, you’re picky.” Ria shook her head. “Let’s see what else we can find.”

A few outfits later I discovered one I liked. This one was more layers, too. An underdress of grey with elbow-length sleeves, over which went a dark yellow, sleeveless overdress that reminded me of a tabard. Over all of this went a blue apron the length of the overdress that was decorated with Nordic scrollwork in a dull gold. The whole works was belted together around the waist and finished with a fur shoulder-cape held with two large pins and a chain between them. 

“Okay, that one actually really works on you,” Ria admitted. 

And so that was the one I bought. I thanked Tall Papa that I’d just gotten off a good job, and had the extra coin for it, because it was a little pricey. But it was nice to have it. 

 ***

 Ria insisted we get ready together the next day, and I was more than happy to do so. I certainly wasn’t going to do so with Njada, who still gave me poisonous looks when she passed and sneered in my general direction. 

After we dressed, Ria began to brush her hair into an elaborate, Cyrodilian style. I braided mine in two plaits, starting from the front all the way to the back. I coiled the braids at the back of my head, pinning them down. Once done, I helped Ria finish hers. Then I smiled. 

"We look good!" 

 "Good?' She adjusted her soft, green girdle, pushing up her cleavage a little more. "We look great! Let's go see if everyone else is ready!" 

 The hall was almost empty as we reached the top of the stairs. Only Aela was left, standing by the door wearing a massive cloak of pure, white fur held by elaborate gold pins. She gave us a wry smile. 

 "The others have gone ahead. I… I just need a moment before I join in. This is the first celebration I will be attending alone in some time." 

 "I understand. Take all the time you need." I wondered then if Skjor had given her the cloak, or if they’d hunted its source together.  

 "You two should go. The others are waiting for you outside. After all, this is your doing. You should be out there receiving the glory you deserve." She shooed us off toward the door. 

 As we began to descend the stairs from Jorrvaskr down to where the large, ancient tree had once stood, all eyes fell on us. I took a deep breath, not relishing being the sudden center of attention. And it wasn’t just the Companions waiting for us. Practically all of Whiterun was in the process of gathering for the planting. It really would be a city-wide event. It filled me with warmth to see, even if so many eyes looking in my direction made me nervous. 

 It was better once we got to the bottom and folded in with the rest of the Companions. Everyone looked so nice, and it made me glad that Ria had insisted on new clothes. Kodlak greeted us both warmly, resplendent in fur-trimmed finery in white and dark blue. 

 “Ah, you’ve arrived, Sisters! And just in time, the priestess will be starting soon, and this honor is yours, after all!” He clapped us both on the back. 

 “The honor is for us all, for the glory of the Companions,” I replied. 

 “Well, today you two are the guests of the hour, we’re just here by association.” He smiled. “Your own honor is just as important, my dear, as the group’s. Don’t be humble.”

 Ria was happy to mingle and talk up the citizens. Soon she was out in the crowd recounting the tale of our adventure. I stayed back a bit, talking with Ulfberth and Adrianne instead. When they moved on, I began to wander. The rest of our brothers and sisters had dissipated into the throng, leaving me alone. It made me realize that I didn’t know as many people in Whiterun yet as I thought I did. 

 It was near the turnoff into the Temple of Kynareth that I finally spotted some familiar faces. A tall fellow and what appeared to be a couple of his friends were talking with the twins, who looked quite dashing in dark, fur trimmed cloaks over belted tunics thickly embroidered with gold thread. Vilkas was in deep green, Farkas in rich burgundy. I headed toward them a little hesitantly, not wanting to interrupt. 

 But Vilkas caught sight of me anyway. He frowned a little, then broke into a laugh. “Sister, I hardly recognized you! Come and join us. Avulstein, this is our Shield-Sister Besharat. Besharat, this is Eorlund’s son.” 

 “Well met,” I said graciously as we shook hands. Then he and Vilkas were back into whatever they’d been discussing and I stepped back and let them continue. 

 I found myself standing beside Farkas and on the periphery of the ongoing conversation. He was staring at me as if I’d transformed into Leki herself, and my face suddenly felt very warm. I could only hope I wasn’t blushing too obviously. My heart sped up as he reached out and took my hand in his. When he started to step back, I followed. 

 He led me up alongside the wall of the temple, until we found a quiet spot. Now it was just the two of us. 

 “You look so beautiful tonight.” His hand slid around my waist, resting in the small of my back. 

 I flustered badly. “You’re too kind.”

 “I see it every day. This just makes everyone see it.” He tilted my chin up with gentle fingers, brushing them along my jaw as he leaned down to kiss me. My body reacted more strongly than I anticipated, arching itself against him as my hands slipped around those big, broad shoulders. 

 If only it could’ve lasted forever. But eventually, he pulled away. Our eyes met, and I was enraptured. I drowned in their silver depths, lost to the outside world.

 “Besharat…”

 “Farkas?” I wanted so badly to drag him back to the hall right this moment and finally give in to my desire. Even right here would’ve been fine, despite the lack of privacy. 

 “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” The low growl of his voice made my whole body ache in the most frustratingly delicious way. 

 “Me, too.” 

 “Besharat, when we get back to Jorrvaskr, would you…?”

 “Sweet Mother Morwha, yes.” I interrupted. 

 A sudden hush fell out in the crowd, and we heard the priestess, Danica, begin to speak. We looked at one another, then wordlessly made our way back. It wouldn’t do to miss the ceremony, after all. And they’d notice if we weren’t there. We’d just make up for it later.     

 So we stood, hand-in-hand, and watched as a new Gildergreen came to Whiterun. And in our hearts, knowing we were also beginning down a new path. Together.

#tesfest22 #Skyrim #tes v skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #early game #gildergreen #ria #ria skyrim #farkas #kodlak whitemane #the companions #the companions of jorrvaskr #fluff #implied spicy later #farkas x dragonborn #farkas x besharat #the last dragonborn #redguard