#ry writes

[ry-b0y]

"god, look at you fucking take it..." is the switch to flip to turn off a boy's brain

#ry writes #ftm sub #ftm nsft #trans nsft #ftm bottom #ftm breeding #mlm nsft #t4t nsft

[bug-boy32]

Write some professor smut with Spenc x reader. Idk y I have a thing for that. It doesn’t have to be a big age gap. He’s young, college would be perfect, grad school even if you want to make the reader older. They can be going for anything I just want smut. I want him to have her riding his thigh after class or something.

I just need him. And smut. I’m not okay.

Meet me after class 🤎

Pairing: professor!spencerreid x fem!reader

Summary: After weeks of trying to break your favorite professor, he finally relents and you get your wish. After class. In his office.

Warnings: smut!!! Thigh riding, age gap (they are both adults just reader is a college student Spencer is a professor) semi public s3x! !!!MINORS DNI!!! I will tell your mama

Word count: 776

A/N: Thank you anon for this request!! I am so exited to start writing Spencer and I hope you all enjoy! ♥︎♥︎

Divider credits: @kithsune @cafekitsune

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It was no secret that Dr. Spencer Reid is your campus’s resident heartthrob. The professor had a constant flock of young women filling up his criminology classes at the beginning of each semester, and his effect was not lost on you.

Since the beginning of the semester you had made it your mission to gain the younger professor’s attention (sure he was still 10 or so years older than you but still, younger.) On the first day of class, you sit close to the front of class so he sees you when you wear low cut tops and short shorts.

But even after weeks of trying, you seem to have not yet caught the attention of your favorite professor. So, frustrated, you had nearly given up your efforts until that fateful afternoon. “Y/N will you please see me after class” Spencer spoke as he walked closer to your desk space. You quickly nodded thinking about what he could possibly need. You knew you had a good grade in his class and always turned in assignments on time. So maybe…just maybe…your efforts have paid off.

After class your body buzzed with excitement as you walked to Dr. Reid’s office across the dirtied carpets of the lecture hall. You knocked meekly, not wanting to seem too bold or too disruptive. He opened the door shortly, but surprised you when he practically shoved you into the small office space.

“U-uh ahem well Dr. Reid you asked to see me” you stuttered as you watched him pace his office space, seemingly contemplating his next move.

He sat down at his large desk chair and instead of answering your question he simply said “sit.” And pointed at his khaki clad thighs. “Sir I’m not sure what you mean I can just sit in this chair here.” You tried to respond but he quickly cut you off saying “No, sit here.” As he pointed to his lap again.

You tentatively moved closer to your professor and as soon as you were within arms length, his strong hands grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap. He leaned over your shoulder and whispered lowly, “You seem so shocked is this not what you wanted darling…’cause you can tell me no right now and I’ll stop.” You whimpered as he spoke and involuntarily writhed in his lap as you responded “N-no please don’t stop s-sir.”

“Good girl, now here’s what’s going to happen.” He continued to whisper. “I’m going to continue my work for while, and you are going to make yourself cum right here on my thigh. Then when I’m done…maybe you’ll get a reward.” He spoke, as you nodded dumbly at his words and the feeling of his breath tickling your ear. “I need to hear you sweet girl.” He teased. “Y-yes sir.” you responded As you began to move back and forth along his thigh.

He hummed satisfied as he started to type on his laptop. You buried your face in his neck as to not make too much noise and you promptly sped up your movements against his leg. You were careful not to bump your back against the desk and disrupt his typing but still, he slipped a hand beneath your cable-knit sweater and rubbed his thumb along your shoulder blade.

Your skin burned at his touch and the feeling encouraged you to increase the speed of your movements and hopefully reach your release faster. You could feel your wetness soaking through the panties you wore as your skirt rode up along your thighs, the delicious friction of your clit against his thigh only egging you on.

“P-please I’m so close.” You whimpered close to his ear, yet you elicited no response from your professor as he continued on typing. He simply hummed and you continued your efforts for what seemed like many more hours.

You could feel your release building within your lower stomach and you grind against him faster. Muffled against his shoulder you screamed out his name over and over as you reached your high, practically panting against his sweater vest.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” He praised as you came down from your high and began to catch your breath. His hand slowly trailing up and down your back in an effort to soothe you. When you had calmed down enough you looked down at where your soaked core met his thigh, and saw the mess you had made where his pants were darkened. He chuckled, which prompted you to look up at him as he spoke, “I think you earned that reward now darling hmm?.”

You could tell you’d definitely be seeing him after class more often from now on.

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#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader smut #spencer reid x fem!readr #criminal minds x reader #ry writes

[rybonucleic-ket]

jack sparrow x male reader

because pirates were historically renowned gays and there's not enough fruity captain jack sparrow out there and jack's fucking hot

Captain Jack Sparrow x M!Reader

fluffy smut (pretty neutral language for smut, can be read by both cis and trans guys)

I will never use the term y/n in any of my writing if I have any say in the matter.

NSFW, 18+, minors dni

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It's not uncommon for you to wind up in the Captain's quarters as night sets in. In fact, it's become a nightly routine. No ladies on the ship, you figured, the man's gotta get release somewhere. You're just glad he chose you.

Jack pulls you into his arms as soon as you close the door, burying his face in your neck, breathing you in. "Hey, love," he murmurs into your skin.

"Evenin', captain," you whisper back.

He hums against your neck, pulling you impossibly closer, bringing you flush against his chest. Just holding you, savoring your presence. That made you feel things. Well, Jack Sparrow makes you feel a lot of things, but loving, domestic touching made you hopeful. Hope is a dangerous thing. You were so sure that you were purely for release, considering the lack of women. There was no way the Captain could feel any different, you were a man.

"I do wish you wouldn't do that, Captain."

"Do what, sweetheart?"

"Hold me like that. it's not entirely fair for you to get my hopes up."

Jack pulled back to look you in the eyes, confused, still holding you. "Love, what'd ya mean? get your hopes up for what?"

"I know you only want me for the lack of girls, 's not quite fair for you to hold me so. bit misleading."

Jack laughed softly. "Darling, what are you on about? I've never seen a lady as beautiful as you. Don't go talking like you're some sort of placeholder," Jack smirked. "And I'm fairly sure you're just as smitten for me."

You scoff in mock offense. "That's quite presumptuous of you, captain."

He laughs, "Oh, is it now?" He scoops you into his arms, carrying you to his bed. "Well, since you're so sure I'd never fancy a man, guess I've gotta show you otherwise, savvy?"

You hum in affirmation.

"What's that, love? can't hear you." His voice is low, bordering on a growl.

You sigh at him. "Well, yes, captain, I s'pose you ought."

To your surprise, he simply hums and snuggles up behind you, kissing the back of your neck.

That fucker. you desperately wanted to cherish your wholesome little moment with Jack, but he'd riled you up, and if the tightness of his pants and the very slight, barely noticable way he was trying to restrain himself from grinding into you was any indication, he was as well. Captain Jack Fucking Sparrow for ya. Insufferable. Incredibly hot. Unbearably loveable.

You press yourself back against him, clutching at his hands around your waist, biting back desperation. "Jack, please."

"Please what, pretty boy?" You can feel him grin against the back of your neck. Fucking prick.

"I want- I need you. please."

Jack sighs dramatically. "Well, y'know, I was planning on just holding you in the way that makes you feel special, but uh," his voice drops, "I'd probably give you anything if you asked like that so.." his breath was hot on the side if your neck. "By all means."

He'd flipped you over to have you on his lap faster than you could say 'savvy'. His hand made its way to the hair at the back of your neck, guiding your head to give him easier access to your mouth. He grinned against your lips at the noise you made when he tightened his grip on your hair, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth across the flesh. He kissed you hard, occasionally whispering your name into the kiss. You relished the groan you got from grinding down on his lap; from your current position, it was obvious he was just as turned on as you were, bucking his hips up slightly to meet yours.

"fuck, Jack-"

"'M here, love. How'd you wanna take me, hm?"

"Don't care, you choose, I just- I need-"

"Yeah, sweetheart, I've got you." He gripped the back of your thighs, tilting you down until your back met the bedsheets, legs still wrapped around his hips. He gently parted your legs, the two of you gradually undressing each other between kisses.

He let out a sigh of awe once you were fully undressed. "Fuck, look at you, darling. Beautiful." he planted kisses on every inch of skin he could access. "I've no clue how you'd think you're a stand-in for anyone, such a pretty boy. Absolutely perfect, love."

If you weren't so incredibly turned on, the whimper you let out would've been embarrassing.

Jack saw your desperation as you fisted the sheets, and after getting the go-ahead, he set to work stretching you, making sure it'd hurt as little as possible. You writhed, back arching off the bed, moans escaping you that you could only hope the sound of the sea would drown out. Desperate, you pushed yourself back on his fingers.

"'m ready, please just- fuck, please, Jack."

Jack grabbed the oil from his bedside table, and you thought you'd never seen him lube up so fast

"oh fuck, Jack, please-"

He leans over you, tip pressed against your hole. "Please what, sweetheart?"

"please fuck me already, god-"

Jack smirks as he slides into you. "All you ever gotta do is ask, savvy?"

But the only noise you were producing were moans, strings of curses, and breathless calling of Jack's name.

As he picks up his pace, he practically growls in your ear, "Some day, I'll fuck you like this against the wheel of the Pearl. watch your back arch off the wood, into me." Jack brushes your hair out of your face. "Gonna love you so good."

As his thrusts grow more sporadic, Jack moans out a breathless "I love you." and that's what sends you over the edge. your vision goes white, your toes curl, your nails dig into Jack's shoulder blades as he spills inside you.

You're left shaking in Jack's arms, him running his hands through your hair, telling you how good you were for him. And that's how you drift to sleep, tangled with Captain Jack Sparrow, feeling more loved than you ever have before.

(it's on ao3)

#jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow x male reader #jack sparrow smut #jack sparrow #pirates of the caribbean #shameless smut #minors no looky #captain jack sparrow #ry writes

[secretsandwriting]

A Girlfriend? Not Anymore!

Part One: She Said Yes

When Jason has a girlfriend no one knows about until their engament announcement.

Part Two -- Part Three

#Jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #dc x reader #dc smau #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #bruce wayne #dc #barbara gordon #social media au #Selena Kyle #alfred pennyworth #fem reader #ry writes

[venturismcdonald]

if you wanted me

Summary:

Objectively, Bellamy knows he fucked up. Trust him. If he was Clarke, he wouldn't want to talk to him right now either. She probably heard the entire rant from Octavia, right before she decided to run away from him and to her boyfriend, claiming that Bellamy was stifling.

(or: the @bellarke-events gift for @bellamyblake featuring hurt!Bellamy, stubborn!Octavia and lover!Clarke.)

#ry writes #ry rambles #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin

[im-someone-i-guess]

jurdan snuggling

a jurdan fic written by ryhanna

word count: 1648

Between endless whining and enthralling escapades, the High King and High Queen of Elfhame barely get any sleep.

prompt: "Jude and Cardan snuggle" requested by anonymous ao3 user

There was something empowering about sitting on the throne, a golden crown of laurel leaves atop one's head and an overly bejewelled dress hugging one's figure. Jude sat with her shoulders straight, levelling a glare at the faerie before them. Her husband, Cardan, was the complete opposite. He lounged on his throne, his crown crooked on his head and a lazy smile painted on his face.

The faerie did not raise his gaze from the ground, his head bowed in respect. And yet Jude noticed hints of a concealed smile. Only bad would come from this audience.

“Why are you here?" Cardan asked. There are no flourished sentences now, no embellished words. Despite his jovial facade, Jude knew he was tired. Neither of them slept and although it had become a frequent occurrence, their weariness was starting to show.

“Your Majesties,” the faerie greeted. “I am Hattiere and I have ventured from my humble abode within the Isle of Insmoor to present to you a gift I had crafted.” He gestured to the guard at the door to come forward.

“My noble king, I present to you a goblet encrusted with rubies, enchanted to provide endless wine for the rest of your life. And as for my lovely queen, here is a sword that would slice through all; skin and bone, flesh and blood. Should Your Majesties accept my offer and all that come with it, I would be glad to bestow these gifts upon you.”

Every day, Jude was reminded that the people love showering royalty with gifts, in hopes to curry favour or to show off their expertise and impress their sovereign. But not all gifts were sincere, there are always hidden thorns within a rosebush. Jude had been smart then, clever to ask the right questions that would uncover the scheme.

But right now, no questions came to mind. Hattiere’s words were poorly composed, the tells blatantly displayed. Jude turned to Cardan, awaiting his reply. He was the one who gifted boons as a symbol of gratitude. He too was the one most well-versed in the slyness of their subjects. And yet Cardan offered no responses, his eyes staring blankly ahead as if he were asleep with his eyes opened.

Jude had seen him do it before, a clever way to hide his slumber during the long hours of meetings with the Living Council.

“And are there any tricks and riddles stitched within your offerings, do answer with utmost honesty,” Jude asked, leaning back on her throne, releasing some tension from her shoulders. She knew it was poorly done, Hattiere could easily deflect and avoid the question but Jude could not come up with anything better.

Already, she felt her eyelids droop with exhaustion, consequences of too many nights spent pouring over battle strategies and meetings with the Court of Shadows. The illicit escapades with Cardan did not help either.

“What are riddles and tricks but the last hurrah of a desperate fool? I, have been called desperate on certain occasions and foolish in many others but I do not think myself stupid. Just accept the gifts, Your Majesties. I promise you would not live to regret accepting my gifts.”

As she had expected, Hattiere only needed to speak worthless nonsense that although may offer the answer to her question, but does not provide the information that Jude had needed. Not bothering to be subtle, Jude kicked at Cardan’s foot, startling him awake.

He casted Jude a scowl, irritated at being awoken. His mood now sour, his earlier relaxed disposition switched into something more dismissing. Cardan eyed the gifts suspiciously, his lips twisted with impatience as if he was offended by their mere presence. “How pleasurable, to have such fine items be offered but I am afraid we cannot accept them. These are such finery that I insist you try out yourself, just to have the satisfaction to say you have.”

Hattiere’s iris-less eyes widened as if he did not expect this request to be asked of him.

“Although it may be amusing to see you choke on poisoned wine, I’d prefer to see the sword at use. You would need a person to test it on, yes?” Cardan asked, adjusting his doublet.

Finally seeing where he was going with this, Jude nodded along. “Guards, bring forth a prisoner from within the dungeons, one awaiting their execution date.” From the corner of her eye, Jude noticed a Court of Shadows member, perking with interest. Bomb, she assumed, she was on duty today.

It did not take long for the guards to find a prisoner to act as a pin cushion. Jude recognised the faerie from a few weeks ago, condemned to death after murdering her husband in cold blood and serving his chopped up remains to his bastard son. It was admirable how the thought had come to her one day and how she decided to go through with it. “Very well, pick the sword Hattiere. Display its superiority,” Cardan urged. He had changed his position, now lounging on his throne with his legs hanging from his right arm rest and his back leaning against the left one. The position did not look at all comfortable but Jude suspected his doublets were padded enough to act as a cushion.

Hattiere hesitated but there was already a crowd of courtiers collecting around to watch, eager to see the humiliation, excited to see the faerie make a fool of himself and anticipating the mysterious death that would soon befall the prisoner. They cheered once Hattiere’s clawed fingers wrapped around the hilt, whispering their jokes under murmured breaths and exchanging bets and dangerous promises.

The prisoner did not even flinch when the sword went straight through her, slicing cleanly through blood, skin, flesh and bone as Hattiere had promised. But she did not seem affected by it, as if she felt no pain. Hattiere pulled the blade from the prisoner’s stomach and yet no blood spilled to the ground.

Instead, there was blood staining the ragged robes Hattiere wore, a growing black that soon dripped to the floor. Horrified, Jude realised that Hattiere’s body crumbling to the ground would have been hers if not for Cardan’s intervention. Even tired, Cardan maintained his keen senses to sniff out faerie-like trouble, untangling the intricate words and uncovering the concealed scheme.

“Take his body away,” Cardan told the guard, grimacing at the growing puddle of inky blood. “And the prisoner should return back to her cell.”

The guards immediately obeyed, stoically following each order.

“Your Majesties, there is another faerie requesting an audience, Grewthorne from the mortal world and he is requesting release from exile,” a guard came forward. Jude fought a groan, already exhausted by the thought. She would have to endure more hours of desperate pleas and begging of mercy. “Shall I bring him in?”

“No, let him come after today’s sun rises and sets,” Jude tells the guard, grimacing at the wobbliness in her words. She did not sound as commanding as she would ordinarily prefer but this was as much authority as she could muster. “My king, we have other matters to attend to.” Jude rose from her throne, glad to stretch her legs.

“But Your Majesty, he has travelled far and he cannot stay over for a night, as his exile terms demand,” the guard insisted. Jude noticed the smug smile, as if this denial to accept this audience was proof of Jude’s incompetence. She could not stomach anymore people prodding at her worthiness, she did not think she could even stay on her feet, already feeling a wave of dizziness as the blood rushed to her head.

“Sir Fabli, you dare defy your queen?” Jude asked coldly. She felt Cardan hovering beside her, his scowl an impalpable aura of moodiness. “You are to obey and not question, or have you forgotten? Memories are short it must seem, the Tower of Forgetting seems like a suitable penalty.”

The guard tense, immediately bowing his head and meekly turning away, no longer interested in pushing the exiled faerie’s audience or proving incompatibility with the role of High Queen.

Steady hands clutched Jude’s shoulders, gently steering her out the throne room and into the royal chambers. She finally allowed herself to relax in Cardan’s grip, almost throwing herself on the bed once her eyes landed on it. Never had she been so ecstatic to see an inanimate object before. Like a habit that had stubbornly lingered, Jude heard Oriana chastising her in her mind. “A queen should stay composed, always elegant and perfect.”

She paid the whisper no heed, hurriedly burrowing herself beneath the heavy blankets, craving the warm embrace. Jude felt a weight settle beside her, feathers brushing against her back, arms wrapping around her waist, a chin nestling on her shoulder.

“Usually I quite adore my subjects but all I seem to hear in these audiences are endless whining and unclever tricks,” Cardan tells her, his voice muffled by Jude’s hair. “My sweet nemesis, I do not think it wise to sleep with needles and pins in your hair. You may poke an eye.”

“Then it is your eye, not mine. And therefore not a pressing concern of mine,” Jude smiled, her eyes already closed. “And do shut up, Cardan, I do not want to hear your voice disturbing the serenity of this quiet room and stealing away more hours of my sleep.”

“But is my voice not the sweetest melody?” he jested. “And if I were to steal your hours of sleep as you so aptly put it, I may have other suggestions of more thrilling activities.” He placed a kiss where Jude’s neck met her shoulders, his lips lingering.

“I think I’ve spent enough time on those exhilarating activities already, as I know you have to,” Jude argued. “Go to sleep, Cardan.”

“Very well, Jude.”

#fanfic #ry writes #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #jurdan #books #booklover #booklr #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar

[ryderdire]

The Jade Guard was a new addition to Belos’s ranks. Many complained seeing as she was rumored to be even younger then the Golden Guard, who only out ranked her by one measly rank. Yet no one challenged her, because no one could deny her skill, And her quick wit. Yes the jade guard was a mysterious and terrifying.

“For the last time Marcy you can’t keep taking apart your staff like this ”

Marcy didn’t look up seemingly laser foucsed on her staff which once again was taken apart and layed infront of her.

She had done this nearly 12 times after she’d gotten it. Two weeks ago.

“Well you won’t tell me how they work” she pulled another peice of the staff towards her jotting somthing down in the open note. truth be told Hunter didn’t fully understand the Magic himself. Books about the subject where non existent. “So I’ll have to figure it out myself! Sides maybe I can even make them better”

“Or you’ll blow up the entire castle”

“ I mean… I don’t think these things have that kinda raw magical power but maybe with some amplifications…no that wont…”

“Marcy no-“

“I mean it would be possible I think”

“Marcy-“

“I’m not GONNA”

Hunter groaned and buried his head into his hands

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Notes: listen

I’m not going to do much with this au but basically it’s a calamity trio ends up in the boiling ises instead of Amphibia au

Marcy with the EC And Belos sees her intelligence and throws her at hunter to train her in artificial magic and also fighting

#amphibia spoilers #toh spoilers #amphibia #short fic #amphibia au #Toh au #marcy wu #hunter the owl house #hunter has to many siblings #the owl house #NOT A SHIPPING FIC #NO #STOP #Hunter and Marcy are siblings #toh #the owl house spoilers #ry writes

[ryry-artblog]

So I made a new fanfic about Ghetsis being a daycare worker and decided to draw how I think he looks in it, he’s blind in one eye.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39887127

#ryart #ghetsis #pokemon #ghetsis harmonia #pokemon ghetsis #pokemon black 2 #pokemon white 2 #fanfic #ry writes

[ry-kills-jemily]

i love hand writing fics, but i never have the energy to type them up.

rip to all the good fics i’ve handwritten but will never be published 🫡

#ry writes

[jellyfishandry]

W/ a drop-dead gorgeous s/o

(^ From this post)

Characters: Shota Aizawa, Toshinori Yagi

CW: gn or fem reader, reader is described as sweet + other things, you're married to Shota cause I said so, insecurities, slight Toshi angst, giving them flowers, uhh lmk if I missed anything

A/N: This kind of thing is like my favorite thing to write. Also I couldn't resist adding a ship dynamic picture for Toshi's. (Tags: @nnnyxie, @bingewatchintilldawn)

Shota Aizawa

No one knows how he managed to catch your attention. He had a messy appearance, and he could be harsh at times. But you were absolutely stunning. Not to mention you were incredibly polite and sweet. The first time you met his class, almost everyone was shocked. You had probably brought him flowers after the USJ attack to hopefully cheer him up. Just about everyone knew he was married, as he wore a ring, but they did not expect someone so utterly gorgeous and kind to be his partner Hizashi and Nemuri were the only ones you had met, as they had gone to your guys' wedding. But his students are a bit flabbergasted, and are mainly the ones who don’t understand why you married him. But it doesn’t mean they don’t like you, in fact, they love it when you drop by. Mainly because you’re just nice, but also because Shota relaxes more around you, and they have a lower chance of being scolded…  Or higher, depending on how you look at it But Shota is very thankful that you don’t mind the way he looks.  He was initially surprised when he found out you liked him, but he quickly accepted it. Though he will admit he was slightly skeptical at first, wondering if you had an ulterior motive. But you truly just loved him for who he was. And he did eventually understand that you just had pure, innocent intentions.

Toshinori Yagi

He himself has no idea how he pulled you. He doesn’t have a great self image, so he doesn’t understand why you of all people would be interested in him. At the start of your relationship (also when he was crushing) he could barely breathe around you. And early in your relationship people warned him that you might be using him, or something like that, and using your attractiveness to your advantage. He tells them that he knows you would never do that, and he’s correct. It just might take some time for other people to see that. But as your relationship progressed, he became less flustered around you. He’ll occasionally have doubts, and say stuff like “You should be dating someone who still has their life ahead of them.” He was at the point where he was having a hard time comprehending how he could keep living without saving people But you reassure him that he’s the one you want, and that nothing is going to change that After he fought AFO, you brought him some flowers to put on his desk. But you wanted to surprise him, so you didn’t tell him you were coming So when you’re directed to the teachers lounge, there’s some awkward silence before he stands up and goes towards you. “You brought me flowers.?”  He seriously didn’t expect you to get him anything, much less a bouquet of flowers  He’s very grateful for the flowers, and he’ll keep them and then press them when they dry out (they’re sunflowers.) He wants to kiss you, but he feels that doing it in front of the other staff members (specifically Present Mic) wouldn’t be the best idea. And out of the students, Izuku is the first to find out, as he’s known Toshinori the longest.  You probably end up calling him when he’s training him, and Izuku is able to tell reasonably quickly that whoever he’s talking to is very special to him. But he ends up meeting you when the other students do.  And when you are introduced to them, you both receive a lot of questions. But in the end everyone likes having you around, and Toshinori is thankful for you and loves you very much.

This is the vibe you and Toshi give off

(The tweet is not mine)

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#rys writing 👾 #this definitely didn't take me most of the day to write #toshi <3 #mha #all might #toshinori yagi #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #toshi #toshinori yagi x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #all might x you #all might mha #all might x reader #bnha aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa sensei #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta

[ry-b0y]

god, fuck, the free use n somno thoughts are making me sooo needy rn

need to be stuffed with someone's cock while I'm talking to them, or while I'm on my phone, just casual fucking while I do something, or while i infodump, keep fucking me till i'm sleepy, i'll doze off on your cock, but that's okay, you can keep going, wanna be woken up to a good breeding, wake me up by filling me up, cum in me over and over

FUCK PLEASEEE

#ftm nsft #ftm breeding #ftm sub #ftm bottom #nsft trans #mlm nsft #ftm free use #ftm somno #tw somno #somno breeding #soft somno #ftm fucktoy #trans nsft #ry writes

[coolnonsenseworld]

(this is part of the calendar 2024 lore, now on pre-order, to know more check out prev posts)

April was Keith's idea of relaxation. He enjoyed parks, the feng shui of them, nature's ability to thrive despite and against anything happening - the silence of it. Watching Keith wind down and relax when he is a strung wire most of the time, would definitely make Lance feel all lovey-dovey and clingy (as he tends to get) and when he’d worry he is disturbing, Keith would comment this is exactly how it should be - the constant yin to his yang, and the yang when he feels yin.

Also - both shirt and hoodie are Keith's (he has way too many hoodies with quotes). Lance took the hoodie for Keith, but Keith insisted he won’t get cold, so he wore it himself. On the way home Lance funds Keith the biggest sushi serving he could find on the menu, and, believe me, nothing lights up Keith's eyes like a table full of rice and algae. Lance just watches with a soft smile. (Keith does end up getting cold)

#klance #laith #i dont wanna jinx it but im 12k words draft deep #not danceau danceau is third on my list im sorry #but if i dont get hex off my chest im gonna deteriorate #im so lost in the narrative ToT i missed writing so much #i just want to listen to chill songs and make up silly banter #speaking of chill songs i was today years old when i learned RY X full name #i was actually checking his date of birth bc his songs are so sensitievely dramatic i thought he is pisces #he is not #but now that x makes a lot of sense #you gotta check him out now its imperative and you are welcum

[rybonucleic-ket]

this has been sitting in my notes app for a hot sec but I don't have the motivation to do anything with it so yk

have some tylorpe nobody asked for but I brain vomited

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The dreams of Xavier Thorpe had been haunted for months. He saw it every single night, that thing. The dreams turned into drawings, the drawings to obsession. With the creature, with who it really was. Xavier knew about Tyler Galpin long before anyone else. He's still not sure why he never told anyone.

After the creature came out of his painting to scratch him, his determination to learn more about it increased exponentially. He knew its cave well, his visions having taken him there multiple times. After that, nightly visitation of the cave became a regular occurrence. He’d seen in several times, but never like he saw it tonight. Never this close.

He was sure he was going to die. He’d watched it rip apart half a dozen people, and he would be no different. His obsession, having grown stronger than Wednesday’s, would be the death of him. He’d accepted his fate, not bothering to run when it charged toward him. He could feel its breath on his face, eyes closed as he waited. He held his breath. Five seconds went by, heavy breathing in his ear. Ten. Thirty. Forty five. He opened his eyes, meeting those of the monster in front of him. Creepy as shit, even though he saw it every night. He let out the breath he was holding, closing his eyes again. Neither moved. What the fuck was happening? Why was Xavier alive? Not to mention entirely uninjured? He couldn’t tell you. All he knew was when he reopened his eyes, Tyler fucking Galpin looked back at him, covered in blood. “What. The fuck.”

-

“So.” “Yeah.” Freshly showered Tyler sat in Xavier’s clothes on the bed that was formerly Rowan’s, because fuck you Galpin, you’re not getting blood all over my dorm. Xavier had never been more confused in his entire life, studying Tyler from across the room, no fear or hatred in his eyes, just confusion and fascination. Tyler stared right back at him like he’d never seen anyone like Xavier before either. After what felt like hours of mutually intrigued staring, Tyler spoke, barely more than a whisper. “Why didn’t you run?” “I’m not scared of you, Tyler.” “Right. But…you didn’t run when I..wasn’t me.” “Not scared of that either.” Xavier paused. “The real question is, why didn’t you kill me?” Tyler’s eyes dropped to his hands in his lap, wet hair dripping. He spoke so softly it was barely audible. “I don’t know.” He laughed humorlessly, looking up at Xavier with wet eyes. “I have no fucking clue.” Xavier studied his face for a while, before looking away. “It’s way too late for any of this shit to make any sense. I’m exhausted, you probably are too.” He pulled out a blanket for Tyler, Rowan’s bed already had sheets and a pillow on it because Xavier didn’t like the bare mattress. Tyler looked at him with an expression he couldn’t read. “Ah, shut up, man, it’s only weird if you make it weird. Not like I’m dying to share a room with you, but uh, it’s the middle of the night, it’s fucking freezing, correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think your dad’s gonna appreciate you showing up shivering in someone else’s clothes right now. Take the goddamn blanket.” Xavier threw the blanket at Tyler, hitting him in the face. Tyler grinned, pulling the blanket over himself. His expression softened. “Thank you, Xavier, really. There’s not really any reason you need to do this, actually, there are a lot of reasons why you shouldn’t do this, so I…I really appreciate it.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m the patron saint of hospitality,” Xavier turned off the lights, flopping face first onto his bed. “Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” Tyler laughed. “‘Night, Xavier.” Xavier sleepily hummed in response, muffled with his face buried in his pillow.

-

Tyler woke to the sun high in the sky, a moment of panic overtaking him as he tried to remember where he was and why his alarm didn’t go off. Remembering he was in Xavier’s dorm, his panic turned to his shift, to school, to his father. Fuck. Xavier walked into the room in sweatpants and a T-shirt, eyes flicking over Tyler briefly before he grabbed a sketchbook, flopping on his bed to draw. “G’morning. You’re up.” When he saw the panic in Tyler’s eyes, he sighed, exasperated. “God, calm down. It’s a Saturday. No school. And you’re off today, at the coffee shop. Figured you’d need your beauty sleep.” Tyler barely registered the fact that Xavier knew his shift schedule, too busy freaking out about his dad. As if he read his mind, Xavier said, “And, honestly, with the frequency of my dreams, I highly doubt it’s the first time you’ve been out all night, so presumably your dad either: a) doesn’t notice, b) doesn’t care, or c) is used to it.” Tyler groaned. “What time is it?” His voice came out gravelly, having just woken up. Xavier grinned at him. “Two-thirty p.m.”

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[secretsandwriting]

Mate [Dewdrop]

Ghouls biology is different from humans in many ways. One of those many ways is they need a mate and if they don't find one in a certain timeframe, instincts take over and they get one. It would however be nice if said mate got a little more warning.

Where the ghouls haven't gotten a mate in time so instincts take over and the first person they see becomes their mate.

[Mountain] [Aether] [Rain] [Swiss] [Poly]

Can be read as a stand alone

The only people who knew much about the ghouls were those who interacted with them everyday. The Papas, Sister Imperator, and a few other higher ups. Most of the other staff had never even seen the ghouls in person. The ghouls weren’t quiet so you had heard them in the halls at night but other then that the only time you had seen them was in video.

It was pretty common for the sisters to gossip about the ghouls so when you heard some of them talking you just listened in as a way for a little entertainment while you did your chores.

“I heard some of the ghoul are getting to the point where they need a mate. One of the sisters said they overheard one of the Papa’s say if they didn’t find one themselves soon biology would take over and they didn’t want to have to explain that.”

“What does that mean?” Curious yourself, you paid a little more attention.

“No ones sure, but someone did say they read that Ghouls are creatures that need a mate and if they don’t get one they’ll either die or they’ll see someone and a connection will suddenly be made and that’s they’re mate unless rejected which is apparently not good.”

“I don’t know, that sounds fake but they are ghouls so who knows.”

The conversation stuck with you for the day, giving you something to occupy your thoughts while you worked. While you weren’t sure if it was true it was nice considering you were doing someone else’s work on top of your own. The flu had been going around the ministry so those that weren’t sick had to try and pick up the slack, so you weren’t finished until shortly after midnight. 

The walk to the dorms was quiet, every once in a while you caught sight of another sister finishing up but for the most part no one was up and it was silent. If you hadn’t called it home for 3 years you would’ve thought it was creepy but you were immune to the building. What you weren’t immune to was arms wrapping around your torso with no warning.

Shoving your elbow back into the person's side you managed to slip out of their grip. Spinning around you were met with the faceless mask of a ghoul. He stepped forward reaching out for you so you logically took a few steps back. While the ghouls weren’t allowed to harm any of the siblings, they had before. It wasn’t often but it was still recommended that any of the siblings who didn’t regularly interact with the ghouls avoid them. Especially at night. 

The ghoul let out a wounded sounding noise and reached out for you again, so you stepped back more. The cycle kept repeating. It honestly really sucked that you weren’t sure how to get to any of the Papa’s offices from here, not likely they’d be awake at this hour anyways.

“What do you want?” He stopped and tilted his head at you, before reaching out and grabbing your hand faster than you could pull away. Once again trying to get closer but seemed to accept you stepping back a little better this time.

“Mate.” Hopefully not what the other sisters were talking about but you weren’t sure, surprisingly enough he did let go of your hand when you tried to pull it away. He tried to move closer but you kept stepping back. Unsure of exactly how safe you were with him.

“Um.. are any of the Papa’s or Sister Imperator awake?” You received a nod and another step forward. “Could you take me to one of them please.” He growled at the suggestion and stepped closer, this time reaching out with his hand. This wasn’t going well. “You can hold my hand on the walk.” That got his attention. He stopped and considered for a moment before offering his hand.

You really weren’t sure you wanted to hold his hand but if it was the only way to get there then holding hands it was. He tugged you closer and started walking gently guiding you through the halls until you reached Sister Imperator office where you could hear a few voices seemingly arguing over something. The ghoul knocked loudly and the room went silent.

“Enter.” The ghoul pushed the door open and gently nudged you to go ahead of him, The sister was at her desk and the Papa’s were surrounding her and what appeared to be an ancient book. At the moment however, all attention was on you “What could bring you to my office at.. 12:45?” 

Tugging the ghoul in by your hand that he was still holding, you hoped someone would understand your confusion. The silence was loud, everyone was staring at you and the ghoul attached to your arm.

“I was doing double duty today because so many are out sick and I just finished up a half hour again and when I was walking back to my dorm, he just suddenly hugged me from behind and won’t leave me alone. When I asked what he wanted all he said was Mate and I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know who he is other than one of the ghouls that's currently in the ghost project.” 

“So you’ve never met him before?” Sister Imperator folded her hands on the desk in front of her.

“It’s the first time I’ve even met one of the ghouls.” She nodded and looked down at the book in front of her. The papas quietly whispered to each other. “Have a seat.” She waved to a chair in the middle of the group. “As for you Dew, Why don’t you go make some tea for them? I’m sure they could use some after such a long day of work.” Dew didn’t seem sure of the idea. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep them safe and they’ll stay in here until you come back.” He hesitated for a few seconds before looking down at you, seeming to wait for your opinion in the matter.

“Tea would be nice.” He nodded “Peppermint please.” A soft rumble came from him before he left. All attention was on you again.

“Well, There’s a lot we need to talk about but due to how late it is, we’ll go over the basics and talk more tomorrow. I’m sure you’ve heard some rumors about the ghouls needing mates.” You nodded. “Well it's true. Their biology requires it and if they don’t find one in a certain time frame their instincts will take over and choose the first person they see. Now you have two options. You can accept or refuse it. I highly suggest you accept it.” She wasn’t suggesting it. “So what will you do?” Ah, the illusion of choice.

“I’ll accept.”

“Good. Ghouls need to be with their mate most of the time so you’ll be moved to his room tomorrow, as for tonight you’ll just go with him go ahead and help yourself to something from his closet to wear it won’t be a problem with him if you do. Ghouls are a bit possessive and wearing their clothes satisfies that. Ghouls are also very touchy, I suggest you get used to it… They also don’t want to cross their mates boundaries, so be clear with what you're not ok with. It will make a difference.” Her tone softened at the last part. 

“Don’t worry about your work. This next week we’ll be meeting to go over some things before you start your new wor-” She was interrupted by a knock. “Enter.” Dew came in and handed your tea. “It’s late, go get some rest, don’t worry about getting up early, the only thing you have tomorrow is our meeting that will happen whenever you get here. Dew helped you up, took the mug of tea to carry it for you, and once again grabbed your hand. Waiting just long enough for you to say goodnight before pulling you out into the hall.

30 minutes later you're tucked into what looked to be a nest, wearing one of Dew’s shirts, and being held by a purring ghoul. If ghouls could purr, you really didn’t know anything about ghouls. Hopefully what Sister Imperator would go over with you next week would help because this was not something you wanted to go into blind.

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While Sister Imperator did help a little bit, Copia was the biggest help. Sister told you the facts and how it worked in general, while Copia told you about Dew himself and how he reacted with certain things. You were moved into Dew’s room and slowly getting used to living with someone else.

While instincts were still high, they were starting to go down. It gave you a little more freedom to be able to go somewhere without him for a few minutes for some alone time. You had even managed to get a full half hour once.

You had started settling in pretty well despite still feeling completely lost as to what you were doing and going through but Dew was sweet, batshit insane but sweet. Since Dew was still at a point where he couldn’t be away from you for too long and you still needed to help out, you were learning how to run the Social Media for Ghost. 

The other ghouls were all nice, they helped explain things a little bit but mostly just gave you the interaction you needed as Dew still didn’t want you around the other sisters for some reason. So therefore you ended up playing ghoul babysitter quite often. 

Slowly but steadily you were figuring out how to calm Dew’s instincts. Any sort of physical contact seemed to ground him and on days where it was worse you used that to keep both of you sane. It was during one of those days, where Dew was sitting on a cushion on the floor in front of the couch you were on and you were braiding his hair that Aether came in holding one of the sisters. She looked terrified, probably how you looked when you went into the office that night. 

“Have you been able to talk to any of the Papa’s or Sister Imperator?” Aether glared at you while she shook her head. “I can give you a little bit of information but I’m still learning myself. Just tell Aether you want to sit over here and he can sit with you and you have a good chance of it happening.” 

That afternoon, you gained a new friend. One who understood what was going on. Despite the difference in time, she figured out things you didn’t know and shared them with you. She became one of your best friends.

Once Dew was finally no longer going on instinct things got… Interesting. He still needed you close, but he was trying to do it right as he said. Little lunch dates, walking you to your new office before he went to practice, bringing you your favorite drinks randomly throughout the day, little notes stuck in places for you to find. He was trying hard to romance you as close to normal as he could and it was working.

It wasn’t good for you. The hugs he’d suddenly pull you into released swarms of butterflies onto your stomach, when he’d wrap his arm around your waist and stand next to you sped your heart up more than it should, the way he tucked his head into your chest after a bad day made your heart absolutely burst with love and affection.

Dew never pushed you to tell him you loved him or made you feel pressured to kiss him. You knew he wanted it, you had overheard him talking with Aether. He was the perfect gentleman for you, except of course his normal shenanigans with the other ghouls. 

One night, Dew had pulled you into his arms, his chin resting over your head, arms wrapped around your stomach, and one of his legs thrown over yours. You were wrapped in a soft but thin blanket, the fire ghoul creating enough warmth you didn’t need much covering you. He was purring, the sound had become something you needed to fall asleep.

“Dew.” He hummed, the sound barely audible above his purring. “I love you.” He froze, purr dying in his throat before coming back louder, he pulled you closer and held you a little tighter. 

“I love you too.” A warm fuzzy feeling filled your chest. 

“Dew… May I have a kiss?” He moved faster than he ever had when comfortable in the nest, adjusting so you were looking him in the eyes. He just stared at you for a few seconds, causing the swarm of butterflies in your stomach to grow before pulling you closer by the back of your head until your lips met. It was short, too short. Dew moved to pull away when you tangled your hands into his hair and pulled him back. That was all the confirmation he needed to devour your lips.

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[venturismcdonald]

even in a different life

Summary:

(The book is about Derek. Of course it is. But it's also about falling in love over cups of coffee and late night study sessions. It's just a smuttier version of what their university experience could have been, had Derek been an academic.)

or: the Casey as an author au where she dedicates every book to Derek. inspired by the Dasey Discord.

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[im-someone-i-guess]

ice cream and white sleeves

a sokeefe fic by ryhanna

word count: 2144

"Sophie having a bad day at work but hides it from Keefe and basically something with fluff." by anonymous tumblr user

Strangling the Councillors seemed like a wonderful notion. Regardless how illegal it presently was, regardless of the consequences that would promptly come after. She was the Amazing Sophie Foster after all, if anyone could get away with murdering the twelve ridiculous gem-wearing peacocks then it would be her. It took every ounce of her self restraint to ignore the burning desire to Inflict her anger onto them and wrap her fingers around each one of their necks when they collapsed to the ground. Instead she nodded politely, smiled insincerely and excused herself. She could feel their lingering pitiful stares, the frustrated ones, the ones where they didn’t even bother feigning at liking Sophie at all. 

She had little consistent supporters here, she could save the whole of Lost Cities a thousand times and yet they would regard her little more as a child. Even with the ridiculous cape, the nobility are forced to wear, and the donned up hair, and the tall heels, they saw her as a child, not a respected Emissary or war hero but the young girl from the Forbidden Cities who had been experimented on. They disliked her as if it was her fault, as if she had voluntarily agreed to cause so much trouble for them in her youth. 

“Lady Foster,” someone called. Sophie did not pause her aggressive stalking, no, she walked even faster, her hand reaching for her home crystal, eager to return home and pretend this problem away until she would have to face another one of the Lost Cities’ glorified peacocks. “Lady Foster, if I may have a moment,” Councillor Bronte tried again. He was much taller, with longer legs, perfectly capable of keeping pace if not for his own billowing cape, much finer and grander than Sophie’s. She knew if she glanced back that the Councillor would also be wearing his onyx-jewel crown. It would be an unwelcome sight, much too soon after what had happened. 

“Not now,” she snapped, eyes still staring ahead of her. Already she held her home crystal, grip so tight she felt her blood circulation cut off, a white-knuckled grip. “In all honesty, Councillor, anything regarding this subject should’ve been said during the meeting where your fellow Councillors all but demanded me to stop pursuing this topic and to never bring it up ever again.” Sophie inhaled. Exhaled. “And so I am doing as commanded by my superiors to never speak of it, I am obligated to say nothing to you.”

“Lady Foster, I have every intention of supporting you on your efforts in involving humans once again in the Elvin World but you must understand that what you proposed is too fast of a change, to invite a couple dozen humans to the Lost Cities would be a logistical nightmare, aside from the precise filtering of candidates itself. This is different from going on trips with your husband to survey human behaviour, a position I only gave you because—”

Sophie cut him off. “Are you informing me that the hours I spent writing those reports went unread? That the task was a charity?” Oh, now Sophie had truly lost all hope in the Council. “Do not hail me, Councillor Bronte. I will assume it to be permission to deliver a scathing lecture spanning hours long on my unrestricted, unfiltered, bluntly honest opinion on today’s events.” 

Sophie finally turned to meet the Councillor’s eyes, staring fiercely at his grey-blue eyes. Then she raised her crystal to the light and feigned a sweet smile.

~

She needed another cape, Sophie noted. Her failed attempt at unpinning the piece of fabric ended up putting a long tear down the middle. Although the sound was one that Sophie fantasised many times to hear, it did nothing to comfort her. If anything, it worsened her mood as it felt helplessly on the carpeted floor in a midnight blue heap. The sapphires encrusted along the edge twinkled in the late afternoon light, tormenting her further. Maybe the cape took pleasure in seeing her suffer after all. 

“Miss Foster, would you like me to prepare you a meal?” Pansy asked, quietly walking up to Sophie with concerned eyes. The gnome had been one of the few who eagerly followed Sophie when she left Havenfield to move into Crescent Waters with Keefe. Although technically Sophie was Lady Foster now, and hadn’t been Miss Foster for many years, she did not mind the gnome’s habit of forgetting. Pansy picked up the torn shreds of Sophie’s cape, “Would you want me to mend this? It seems like a shame to throw it away.” 

“Yes, please, to the meal and the cape. Oh, what will I do without you, Pansy?” Sophie asked, collapsing onto the armchair nearby. “They denied my proposal, Pansy. They don’t want change, they want things to remain as they have been for centuries.” Sophie tugged at the jewelled hair pins in her hair, dropping them to her lap. It was nice, to finally feel her scalp again, even if the numbness was now replaced by an ache. 

“You are Sophie Foster, miss. The Councillors needed you to solve their Neverseen problem, you are much better than they’ll ever be.” 

Sophie buried her head in her hands, threading her hands through her hair. “You’re starting to sound like Keefe now, Pansy,” Sophie groaned. How was she going to even tell him? Just last night they were fantasising how things would be, a progressive Elvin world. The Rebellion wouldn’t be taboos anymore, or secret gossip restricted to hushed whispers. Then, they’d be able to speak of their travels to the Forbidden Cities as if it weren’t a scandalous affair. 

“He will say the same as I am, miss.” And with those parting words, Pansy left Sophie to her wallowing. 

~ Her human-styled clothes were a form of silent rebellion, Sophie decided as she shrugged on one of Keefe’s hoodies. His were always a few sizes too big but she liked how the sleeves could act like gloves, and how she could sink into the soft fabric and the subtle smell of her husband. Her husband who would be returning any time now. And there would be no escaping his Empath abilities and prying questions. Besides, one glance at Sophie’s tired eyes would confirm his creeping suspicion that her proposal hadn’t gone through. And then, they’d both succumb to utter misery but at least she’d drag him down right with her. 

“Foster?” a voice called from downstairs, a door promptly shutting right after. Sophie knew if she went down to check she’d find boot prints, evidence he had kicked it again. But Sophie had no intention of walking down the stairs, or greeting her husband. He’d see right through her, she was surprised he hadn’t already felt the thick sorrow in the air, or however else he’d put it.

The muffled sound of Keefe’s purposeful footsteps echoed through the house, alerting Sophie of his arrival before the door even opened, revealing Keefe Foster, clad in mud stained clothes, his hair streaked with dirt. He had mentioned a problem with the dwarves, some issue that involved human miners stealing the dwarves’ secret caches. Sophie expected him to start his torrent of complaints, first with how being underground ruined his hair and that it was due for another wash, then about how unmoving the dwarves had been. 

“I spoke to Bronte today, completely ambushed like this,” he gestured over his dirty clothes. “He says he owes you an apology and that he’d be coming over later today, pretty much waved his circlet around and invited himself over,” Keefe frowned. “What did the Council do? He makes it sound as if they… no they didn’t!” 

Keefe leaped onto the bed, pulling the covers away from her. “It’s fine, Keefe,” Sophie said grimly. “And get off the bed, Pansy just changed the sheets.” 

“Foster, you’re THE SOPHIE FOSTER, if they will not listen to them, make them. Threaten them or something if they aren’t budging. But you are not giving up, Foster.” Sophie only gave a non-committal sound as she wrenched back the covers from Keefe, blanketing her figure once more. “Oh no, you’re wearing my hoodie too, you never do that unless you’re severely sad,” Keefe noted. “Ah, I knew something was off the moment I walked in, I’m getting immune to your strong emotions now.”

“There’s nothing wrong, Keefe. It’s all grand,” Sophie mumbled. The words sounded false even to her own ears, Keefe did not buy it of course. 

“I’m getting changed and then we’re eating ice cream somewhere in the Forbidden Cities,” Keefe decided. “An additional bonus is we get to ditch the Councillor and make him stand like a fool at the door, passive aggressively knocking the door. I’ll tell Pansy to lock the door and let no one in no matter what. Then we can wallow in sadness together.”

~

They swapped their ice creams after a few licks, an unspoken rule they always obeyed whilst eating ice cream. A tradition, if they had one. The sweetness cheered Sophie somewhat, though it was hard to ignore that feeling in her stomach, the realisation that the Elvin world may never really fully progress, that they’d be stuck with their backward views even centuries after. Three, she had only three consistent supporters on the Council, and she hated one of them (regardless if said councillor also happened to be her biological mother). Oralie, Terik and Bronte. She needed to convince nine more to have her proposal approved. A unanimous vote, impossible to achieve especially since Councillor Alina seemed to have a personal vendetta against her. 

“So you’re telling me those handwritten reports were never even read by the Councillors?” Keefe asked, ice blue eyes wide, offended on her behalf. “So let me get this straight, Bronte made the whole thing up about the Council wanting to establish a relationship with the humans, gave you a crystal only he authorised and made you spend hours writing all that intricate information about the Forbidden Cities under the guise of helping you?” 

Sophie nodded solemnly. “At least the crystal was nice.”

“Is,” Keefe amended, holding out his cone, chocolate staining the edges of his lips as he cast Sophie a crooked smirk. “And we’re not giving it back, you deserve that much.” 

“Oh, they’d have to wrench it from my dead body if they want it so badly,” Sophie grinned in turn. “I hate them, Keefe. They’re holding onto ancient tradition that never did anyone good, and never will. And they say they have no reason to change anything because there are no issues in the Lost Cities. They forgot the word ‘anymore’!” Sophie told him. “What about the Neverseen, so many of them are just people wronged by the Council and this twisted system. And the Black Swan, they wouldn’t have to fight so hard and…”

“Tomorrow, we’re going to march up to the Council and make our claims, I promise Sophie, we’ll get that approval. Or better yet, we initiate it ourselves.” Keefe’s voice adopted a mischievous undertone, his lips twisting into his signature boyish smirk. “We’ll try tomorrow but either way there will be no losing. It’s either we do it by their civil terms or we could pursue this behind their backs.”

“Tomorrow,” Sophie insisted. “Now swap, I want the chocolate one again,” she ordered, snatching back the cone from his grip and exchanging it with the strawberry one she had been licking. “You bit the ice cream?” she asked, bewildered. 

“So what, you bite the ends of the cones, and now I have to endure them dripping down my wrist!” Keefe pointed at his chocolate and strawberry droplets, slowly trickling down his sleeves, staining the white. “How have you not stained that hoodie yet?” he demanded, grumbling as he licked the end of the cone.

“First of all, I had the forethought of wearing black instead of white to an ice cream date—”

“But I invited you to that, no way did you know I would drag you to get ice cream—of course you did—am I that predictable these days?”  he asked, frowning. “Adulthood made me terrible, I don’t remember the last time I did anything particularly interesting.” 

“Sure, getting yourself a franchise-wide ban at McDonalds hadn’t been memorable at all,” Sophie smiled. “You didn’t have to demand all their fries, those poor workers were probably traumatised by your store-wide challenge to finish more fries than you could. And the fact that some actually tried, with so little motivation or any reward in return had been baffling.”

“Their fries are to die for. It is only a shame I cannot personally terrorise them for any more,” Keefe laughed. 

And perhaps, for just right now, Sophie would pretend all was fine. Tomorrow, she’d worry about her proposal tomorrow.

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