#stick man 'celebration' my beloved

[steffigraf]

italian jannik sinner records his first career win over novak djokovic in turin, italy (x)

#jannik sinner #atp finals #tennis #*gifs #stick man 'celebration' my beloved #i will never get over this moment #not the least bc i honest to god was up at 5am for it #and i will always ALWAYS love home soil wins okay

[serevena]

Gf!Ellie on Halloween

a.n - Happy Halloween everyone!! Needed to post this because Halloween is my fav ever..hope your Halloween is good!! Enjoy <3 🎃

warnings - provocative language, fluff, Ellie being a dork and scared of everything, kissing.

; I

Ellie was never the type to celebrate holidays. Her peers would be lucky if she accepted a cake on her birthday.

But you changed that, persistent that Ellie get dressed up and went out with you for Halloween. You went all out and made her close her eyes, grabbing a costume you bought for her a few days prior and holding it in front her.

“You can open ‘em.”

“Holy shit!” Ellie muttered, her brows raising as her hands went to her knees, rubbing them over her jeans lightly. And you could slowly see her crack a smile on her chapped lips.

“Do you like it?” You asked, already knowing the answer. The helmet; which was admittedly the best part to the beloved astronaut costume was still in the closet, and you smiled at the thought of Ellie’s reaction to that. Ellie nodded and felt the fabric of the costume before kissing you, quickly pulling away to look at it again.

“It’s fuckin’ sick!”

; II

Throughout the month of October, you’d been practically forcing Ellie to partake in any Halloween events. Haunted houses, pumpkin carving, pumpkin patches, you name it, the two of you did it.

She most definitely did not agree to the haunted house at first, scared shitless but she’d never admit it.

And god, it was like hell on actual earth when the two of you arrived. Ellie let out something of a scream-groan when the two of you were waiting In line, a man sliding over to the two of you. You laughed, not only finding it cool but also at Ellie’s reaction. She covered her face and squeezed her sweaty palm onto yours.

And let’s not get started on when the two of you actually went inside. She insisted you go first so the scare wouldn’t be as bad for her, but she somehow ended up in the front halfway through. She jumped and practically squealed every time someone popped out, a gush of wind hit the two of you, or a light would make a weird noise.

By the time you and Ellie left the haunted house, she was out of breath, sweaty, and half dead.

“Never. Fucking. Again.”

; III

“That’s for like, five year olds.” Ellie muttered.

“Right, because parents trust a five year old with a sharp object.” You laughed, wielding a carving tool in your hand with two pumpkins on the counter in front of the both of you.

“You never know.”

“What’re you gonna make?” You questioned with almost a devilish grin, knowing Ellie did not wanna do this. “I don’t know yet..”

…

She turned her pumpkin around with a tiny smile on her face, and you glanced down at it, caught off guard. She made a portrait of Joel, and god was it good.

“You should make that into a profession..” you mumbled, glancing down at your pumpkin. It was a stick-figure Ellie that you knew she’d make of you for. Onto to the next one.

; IV

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” You asked, throwing a piece of popcorn into your mouth. Ellie shrugged from the corner of your eye and sat up. “I thought we were watching interstellar.”

“Ellie, we’ve seen that movie like 10 times..plus it’s Halloween, we should have like, a marathon or something.”

She immediately sat back, defeated. She let out a long sigh which caused you to smile and roll your eyes. “Drama queen.”

You could see Ellie’s mouth widen at your words as her brows furrowed, but she again, was defeated. So she stood silent.

Eventually, the two of you agreed on the movie ‘Saw X’, and you glanced over at Ellie who glanced over at you a few times.

Safe to say the night ended with Ellie in your arms, half asleep, drooling on you but also refused to sleep since she was convinced she’d have a nightmare about the movie.

“It wasn’t even that scary.” You said, caressing her auburn hair.

“You’re so full of shit.” Ellie said, smiling a bit once she heard you laugh in response.

#castasplla #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie x y/n

[aphroditesbaby1616]

Damiana (c.b. oneshot)

♡ O/S Inspo: Damiana (otherwise known as loveseed) is used to increase the intensity of sexual magick, increase magical energy, divination, dreams/clairvoyance, enhance pleasure and increase psychic abilities.

♡ Summary: You & Carmy wake up extra early on your day off for some reason, so he knows a good way to put you both back to sleep.

♡ W/C: 1,737

♡ Posted Date: 04/18/2024

♡ A/N: OMG Thank you all for 100 followers what the actual heck!!! I want to give each and every one of you a forehead smoochin, thank you so much for hanging out with me and supporting my work! As per usual my requests are alwayyys open! For Carmy x Reader & Carmy x Sydney I woke up today at the asscrack of dawn for no reason at all, and was hit with a strike of writing lightning!! Just in time for my 100 follower celebration :D!!! I hope you enjoy this smutty smutty goodness. Sidenote - Taylor is releasing an album tomorrow so I am bouncing off the walls of my iron cage and gnawing at the bars I'M SO READY!!!! ANYWAYS enjoy my friends <3

♡ Warnings for BTC: Unedited (we die like men!!!)  Breeding kink, swearing, smut smut smut, fluffy needy Carmy, established relationship NO USE OF Y/N

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

Early mornings with Carmy were your favorite. Well - the early mornings that he wasn’t jumping in the shower even before the sun had kissed the horizon. But these mornings. 

You woke up this morning at 4:52 - it was Sunday, your favorite day. Carmy & your day. The Bear was closed, the single day a week that it was - so it meant your loving, wonderful husband could stay in bed with you until 3 if he wanted.  

He’d told you many times before if you woke before him for some reason on your sacred together day, to wake him because he didn’t want to spend a moment without you - but for now, you watch. 

It wasn’t often you saw your beloved man like this, fully at peace. Well, other then when he fucked you - but while awake he never fully looked this peaceful. 

You carefully brushed his messy curls off of his forehead, dragging your nails across his scalp gently. You just couldn’t help it, you knew how much he loved it. 

‘Mmm?’ He grumbled, his voice thick and low, husky with sleep. 

“Sorry” you whispered, smiling a bit. You couldn’t help but think of a grizzly bear when he’d make noises like that. While he was in this half asleep - half awake state, he would grunt and huff and grumble, especially on Sundays. 

Just like any other day, his internal clock was on time - and today - he has 0 alarms set. 

“No ‘s fine been up” he said softly. 

You kissed his forehead tenderly, the faintest bit of mint sticking to his breath from last night when he brushed his teeth before practically crawling to bed since he was so exhausted. 

“Bear- it’s Sunday- go to sleep” you said, gently rubbing over his bare chest with your soft palm. 

“Damn birds” he grumbled, causing you to giggle. 

“Y’know it’s the boys, actually? Because the uh…the moms. They go out before the sun, to find breakfast. And the dads are - well. Scientists theorize - that the dads are calling the moms back to the nest, like an alarm the kids are up and hungry” you said softly. 

He hums in interest, rolling on his side with his eyes still closed and gently kissing down your neck as you spoke 

“All I heard was a really good reason we don’t have kids yet” he said, voice deep and thick with sleep. 

“Yeah yeah ok Mr ‘im gonna make you a mom’ “ you imitated his horny raspy voice and he chuckled, snaking his hand under your shirt and rubbing over your stomach gently 

“I am as soon as you take this fuckin thing outta y’r arm” he gently bites down on the inside of your bicep where your implant was, sucking gently, causing you to laugh. 

“I swear to god - your hormones Carm, it's like you’re ovulating or something” you teased and he snorts a laugh into your skin 

“Not my fault you make me horny in the morning” he reached up, palming your breast and squeezing gently 

“You were horny before you woke up fucker, I feel you” you teased, wiggling into his bulge that was pressing into your ass firmly. 

He moaned softly, rolling his hips into yours “Y’gonna help me out or do I have to go shower?” He teased with a grin. 

You roll your eyes playfully “gonna make me work before the sun is even fully in the sky?” You asked and he chuckled a bit 

“No. Just stay right like this. I can play with you, right?” He kissed your jaw gently, nipping at the sensitive part near your ear and soothing the sting with his tongue in a way that made you whine. 

“Yes. But I wanna feel good too” you said, voice needy already. It was quite embarrassing the effect he so easily had on you, he barely even had to try. 

“Oh of course princess, y’think I’d neglect my favorite toy? When have I ever left you without makin’ sure y’feel good mm?” He kissed the base your neck right at the top of your spine, spreading your thighs with his knee, your bodies flush together. 

“Well there was that one time-“ you teased as he pulled his cock out 

“Oh the one time I punished you f’r bein’ a brat.” He squeezed your hip and trailed his hand around your stomach, rubbing gently before dipping his fingers in your panties, finding your clit and humming in satisfaction when you whine hotly, arching into his frame further. 

“Cause you were wearing those slutty gray sweatpants and every bitch in the grocery store was staring at your dick print” you counter, causing him to chuckle, the vibration coursing through you since you were flush to him like one being.

“mmmm and is that why you’re so wet, cause you’re thinkin’ about me wearing something slutty?” He teased rubbing slow firm circles in the way that made you writhe and squirm. 

“Stop teasing before you nut all over my back” you smirk and he gasps, feigning offense. 

“Someone is mouthy this morning” he moved the fabric to the left, rubbing his thick cock over your folds easily with your slick aiding him, moaning softly. 

“Mmmm thank you” you rest your head back on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. “Feels soooo nice.” You mumble as he slowly rolls his hips, the head of his cock teasing your clit just enough. 

It wasn’t a full rub, not enough to make you cum for a while, but more a pleasant gentle massage. You felt his hand back on your stomach, rubbing short strokes up and down as he pants, in pure quiet bliss. That was something you adored about him-  whenever you were in public, he was shy, quiet. So quiet. But when you were alone together- the man didn’t have an off switch. 

Neither did you, but yours didn’t shut off in public, either. You did enough talking for the both of you, it was what drew him to you. The only time you made him more quiet, was when he was playing with you this way in the morning. You were pretty sure it was the time, his brain hadn’t fully woken yet - but he had one thought bouncing around like a DVD video logo his cock was achingly hard. 

“I’m probably gonna fall asleep but you’ll wake me right?” You asked and all you got in response was a breathy ‘mmhmm’ 

He gently bit down on your neck, then your shoulder, then your arm, causing you to giggle and look back at him as well as you could “you wanna suck on it. Don’t you.” You teased, referring to your implant. 

Another whiny ‘mmhmm’ and he rolls his hips a bit harder, causing you to moan as his tip ruts over your clit firmer 

“So sweet.” You smiled lazily, closing your eyes once more and humming “I love this Bear y’make me feel so good” you said softly and he whimpers 

“Fuckin’ hell y’too sweet. Lettin’ me play with you like this sweetheart, the sweetest girl” he praises, pushing the hair from your messy sleep off your forehead and kissing your temple. 

“Cus’ y’the best husband” you laced your fingers together and held your hands over your stomach. 

“Mmmm y’know I fuckin love hearin’ y’say that, right?” He rasps, hips getting sloppier and rougher as he got closer to his high. 

“I do every time I say my husband on the phone you blush. It's the cutest thing that you’re still feelin’ like we’re on our honeymoon 2 whole years later” you kissed his hand sweetly. 

“Cause I’m so fuckin’ lucky. Can’t fuckin’ believe y’agreed to take my last name babe. The way you say our last name is so fuckin pretty” he said, kissing your shoulder gently

“I feel so fancy with it. Mrs.Berzatto. Berzatto is so much cooler then my maiden name.” you said 

“Fuckin hell sweetheart im so close can I please cum in you?” He begged, his voice needy and wanting

“Of course Bear Y’don’t need to ask” you said and he released your hand, placing his palm at the base of your abdomen and slipping in, filling you to the hilt. 

You whimper, back arching slightly “mmm feel’so full” you mutter, gasping as he started a quick snap of his hips, jaw falling slack. 

“It’s so fuckin hot that I can feel myself fuck you” he pressed his palm firmer into your abdomen, angling himself in a way to both feel himself better, but also slide perfectly against your gspot 

“Yeah y’get so deep bear. Y’gonna fill me up? Y’gonna knock me up? Mmm?” You whine, your own orgasm approaching fast 

“Fuck yeah I am princess sh-iiit. Fuck gonna make y’a fuckin mom” he grunts, spreading your legs further and reaching down to rub your clit making you clench around him. 

He whimpers hips stuttering as he ruts into you, completely bottoming out trying to get as deep as he can as he empty’s his huge load into you, breathing hard and remaining still inside of you while he rubs your clit in quicker circles. 

He could tell you were on the edge because of the way you were clenching and unclenching around his now overstimulated cock, he wanted to get you there so he could remain inside of you for a while. 

“That’s it, my good girl. Thank you Angel, you took me so well. Y’can always handle whatever I give you it’s so fuckin hot.  Now I’m gonna make sure y’re all taken care of, mmm? Just like I promised” he said softly into the shell of your ear before kissing your head gently. 

“I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming - oh- fuck-“ you whine, thighs shaking as some of your mixed arousal drips down his balls to his thigh. 

“Gooood. Tha’s it, good girl” he praised, slowing his fingers to a slow rub as he worked you down. 

“Mmm that was so nice Carmy” you hummed, looking back and kissing his lips lovingly. 

“So nice princess. Thank y’for letting me” he kissed the tip of your nose gently “can I stay in a little longer” he kissed your jaw gently 

“Course- I was actually gonna ask you to. I like falling asleep like this” you laced your fingers together holding your interlocked hands over your belly.  “Y’so fuckin perfect” he mumbled into the skin of your neck.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #the bear fic #the bear #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto fanfiction #the bear fanfiction #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto fluff #the bear carmen #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy #carmy x you #carmy smut #carmy x fem!reader #carmen berzatto the bear fanfiction #carmen berzatto the bear #borders & banners by saradika

[icarustypicalfall]

December

Alejandro Vargas x reader

masterpost • Ao3

Summary: And only when you feel like there is nothing left, you'll find me waiting for you, I'll make it feel like home.

Or

Where Alejandro comes home, because home is you.

Warnings: SFW, bath scene, sweet fluff <3

Note: I die for the unsexual ways of showing intimacy. I tried a new style, not really sure of it, but i just love this trope; where A washes B's hair and takes care of them in a non sexual way, and they are both comfortable and happy :( <3

“Be still my foolish heart

Don't ruin this on me”

The journey from the base to home was long, uncomfortable, and, above all, tiring. Alejandro shifted, letting out a deep sigh as he rubbed his eyes, careful not to touch the still numb cut on his forehead.

The medics had urged him to get his wounds stitched up, or at the very least, checked. But he dismissed it as pointless, with only one thing on his mind: coming home to you.

As soon as the debriefing ended, he hopped into the nearest car, beckoning Rudy and some other vaqueros to join him. A younger member, barely awake, asked, "Where are we going, colonel?" Alejandro gazed at the purple sky with a knowing smile and replied, "Home."

Home.

Alejandro was the colonel, but that didn't mean he didn't care. If anything, he was the exact opposite. He checked on every member, praising some and ordering others to go straight to their family houses to rest. Los Vaqueros were his family, he celebrated their joy and grieved their sorrow as his own.

Even in his most exhausted moments, Alejandro never forgot about his long-time friend and second in command, Rudy. He made sure Rudy reached his family, sain et sauf after every mission, as he had done for the past twenty years.

Alejandro sighed, stopping at the side of the road to check his phone after the last vaquero had left. The background was a selfie of you and him, licking ice cream under the moonlit sky.

You never understood why he liked this picture so deerly, he's been gazing at it for the last two years, whenever he was away from you. As if your sweet smile comforted him and buried his dark thoughts somewhere only you knew.

If anything, it was a sweet picture, tongues out, wide grins, your hair sticking to your foreheads, a proof of the swimming session you two had beforehand.

He remembered it perfectly—the day you got married. Instead of going home, he insisted on going to the beach to have your own celebration. It was surprisingly warm and deserted. Time didn't matter to you—three in the morning. You danced, swirled, and swam in the dark water with your dress on.

To hell with makeup and his suit.

All you wanted was a laugh and a kiss under the moonlit sky. And you never found it lacking, not once, after meeting him.

You were both madly in love. Two fools swimming in an ocean of sanity and adoration. You completed each other. You longed for each other.

Alejandro reached home after the long journey. His muddy boots left traces on the doorstep as he fumbled for his keys, trying to be discreet. It was almost midnight, and he didn't want to wake you—or any of the neighbors.

Before the key even grazed the hole, the door slowly unlocked.

You gazed at Alejandro with a calm smile on your face and uttered, "Welcome home, colonel."

You were silent, still. Gazing at the astonished man. You promised, never quitting this habit of waiting for him.

He complained, nonsense about how you should rest and let him surprise you and bla-bla-bla.

You didn't give in his pleas, not even once.

You were always waiting at the doorstep, every ounce in your body craved a glimpse of your beloved husband.

Alejandro grinned, stepping inside and letting his bag fall to his side. His arms found their way to your sides, sweeping you off your feet and crashing you into his chest as he murmured, feeling a sense of peace wash over him, “Mi mondo… mi todo...”

The embrace was a burning fire, melting both of you into one. Alejandro closed the door with a kick of his heel, slowly stepping into the warm flat.

You cupped his cheek, running your thumb over the cut on his temple. He winced slightly, his eyes shutting before he uttered, "It's nothing...mi amor."

You shook your head, knowing his stubbornness was just a cover to hide his pain. Not because he was afraid of being vulnerable to you, he simply didn't want you to worry. He wished for you to live your ultimest youth, without a single cloud of onus to disturb your shining sun and skies.

You were a Phoenix to him, healing every scar and cut with your gentle touch and soft whispers.

"Come with me."

You guided him upstairs to the bathroom.

The room was hot, steamy with fog clouds floating around you. The black marbelic walls were covered with small beads of water vapor, slowly racing down to the ground.

Alejandro leaned against the door, resting his against the hard material with a long and tired sigh.

You checked the water temperature, motioning for him to climb in the tub. He steeped closer, gazing at the surface of the colorless liquid. His face emerged, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He cupped your cheeks, smiling wearily. "Mi amor, you didn't have to..."

"I wanted to..."

You ran him a warm bath, filled with devotion to the brim.

Just the way he liked it, with oils and conditioner that he enjoyed smelling on you. Alejandro adored every detail about you. Somehow, you had captured his mind and soul within your hands. Your little gestures only served to deepen his affection.

You helped him take off his dirty, blood-soaked clothes—thankfully not his own. The military uniform fell to the floor, followed by his torn shirt. He sighed deeply, shivering slightly as your hands trailed over his scarred skin, the cold sensation leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He remembered when he brought you to the beach, embarrassed about his battle scars, thinking you'd be disgusted by the cuts on his skin. But instead, you cradled his flesh with merciful tenderness, Washing away his worries through kisses scattered on his back. He held back his tears, letting you heal his skin and carve a lasting memory in his mind.

Back to reality, Alejandro smiled at you, his eyebrows furrowing in question at your grinning face. He was wearing cat-printed shorts, and you couldn't help but laugh as he blushed slightly.

There was no tension, no other thoughts, not at this moment at the very least. This precious moment was too good, too perfect to be tainted and corrupted by any sin, even if it wasn't a wrongdoing anyway. He saw it no other way, and neither did you. You helped him wash away the weariness of duty, making him feel at home. Could he ask for more?

Alejandro slowly submerged himself under the water, his head lazily resting on the edge of the tub. He gazed at you, silently observing your every movement. He missed this, missed you deeply. No words could express how desperately he longed for your presence.

You held the shampoo bottle, scooping some product into your hands before lathering it into his now wet hair. He shivered, letting out a contented sigh. You massaged his shoulders, washing away the aches of war and leaving nothing but love that cascaded down his shoulders like honey.

Silence filled the house, the only sounds audible were the hushed breaths he took and the occasional dripping of water from the sink. Finally, wrapped in a large towel and smelling of fresh grass and vanilla, Alejandro sat on the edge of the tub as you searched for band-aids in the small box. He chuckled wearily as you placed a green plaster on his temple.

Standing between his legs, you cupped his face, examining his very being before whispering silently, "I love you, thank you for coming back."

Taken aback, he kissed you, your lips intertwining in a gentle embrace of madness before he uttered, "Thank you for waiting, mi todo."

It was around 2 am, as you lay in bed. The scent of warm chumpurados filled the room, igniting in his soul and heart a longing for home. But, would he complain? He was indeed at home, for his heart and mind resided with you.

Alejandro placed his mug on the nightstand before resting his head on your thigh. You ran your fingers through his dark locks, gently caressing his hair.

Alejandro leaned in, murmuring nonsensical words against your limb. His gratitude was beyond imagination. Without you, he would be lost, despondent. He found his missing piece with you, you little thief, stealing his heart and claiming it as your own. He didn't mind in the slightest, willing to sacrifice his very essence for your sake.

Silently, you asked, "Is something on your mind, mi amor?"

He whispered instantly, his fingers intertwining with your form in a tenderness that would make the clouds shy away. "You... mi cielo."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you broke the silence once more. "I know, mi amor. I meant, is there anything bothering you?"

"No. Nothing at all.. when I am with you, I am so much happier…”

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[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/09/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

Alright luvs. This recaps gonna be bloody short and interesting because I'm drunk as a fish. Seriously, doing the accents and everything while writing this. Just warning you! Please forgive me for minor issues in grammar. I am not going to be able to cover everything because my brain just doesn't have the capacity, so I promise tomorrow will catch up on Saturday's news as well. I will try to catch the highlights though.

== #ThankYouOFMD ==

The big event today was the #ThankYouOFMD event going on on Twitter, hosted by @OFMDFanCrew. Everyone shared so much love for Cast & Crew as well as fellow fan crews. @OFMDFanCrew asked for us to use #ThankYouOFMD.

Here are some of the prompts:

By the time I logged off after Midnight MST, we were at:

== Cast & Crew SIghtings ==

== Samba Schutte ==

The Roach's Rascal's have commissioned a Cameo from our beloved Samba Schutte!

Samba Cameo

= Erroll Shand =

Our friend @errollshand popped in during our #ThankYouOFMD Event and said some very kind words.

= Lindsey Cantrell =

@linds_cantrell sent so much love back at us and our dear friend @smurfsm00.

== Taika ==

Just a random peak of Taika and Rita

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Mar 10: Yes Man Watch Party

Celebrate our Captain in his first movie!

Time/Date: March 10, 2024, 12 Noon PT / 3pm EST / 8pm GMT

Watch Party Hashtags:

#HellYesRhys

#RhysDarbyFaction

#AdoptOurCrew

#SaveOFMD

Graphic by @ICouldBeFamily

== Wrecked ==

There are sources being passed around. If access is an issue, DM @iamadequate1 on Twitter or Tumblr

Season 2 watch from March 11th to March 15th. 

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd. 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. Sorry that this is all I can give you tonight. I'll try to catch up on everything tomorrow. I took my own advise and took a break tonight, which meant not getting to everything I should of. I hope it's not too disappointing. You did amazing today showing just how much love we have out there for each other, and for our cast and crew. The amount of love swarming the internet is stifling. This isn't the end. We're all still here. We'll still be annoyingly optimistic, and loving, and full of meta, and art and words. Go and enjoy yourself loves. Take a break, give yourself the hugest hug, you deserve it.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I'm drunk, this is whatcha get. Sorry loves. I dont think it's too bad. Makes me wanna have a drink with Taika.. and... whatever stick Rhys is into there.

Rhys Courtesy of @ofmd-ann

Taika Courtesy of @caribbean1989

#ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recaps #daily ofmd recap #ofmd rhys darby #samba schutte #erroll shand #our flag means death #ofmd

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

heyy it's my birthday today :)) if I may can I request some Valentino x gn reader where they're out on a date,maybe at one of his clubs and he catches a rando sinner flirting with s/o, he tells em off then some heavy petting ensues just to really hammer in the point that they're his. no worries if your not interested have a good day!! <333 (also first time sending in a requesttt)

Valentino being possessive out on a date

Youd gone out to celebrate with Val, the Overlord taking you to one of his favourite clubs after sealing a very beneficial deal.

Youd be set up in the VIP section, set up in a booth as the two of you reminisced over your early relationship.

Val would have a hand atop your own, playing with your fingers as you spoke about your first meeting, how Val had tried to woo you.

You'd talk some more, sharing a few laughs before a want for alcohol peaked out love for sitting and talking.

Val offered to go to the bar, but, wanting to stick close to your favourite Moth demon, you accompanied him to the bar, Val having an arm around you, pressed into his coat.

You pull up a chair as Val got the bartenders attention, walking to find them at the circular bar.

However as he was doing so, a Demon would approach you.

He'd clearly been drinking, the man Very aggressively flirting with you, voice slurred as he "complemented" your appearance, the outfit Val had gotten for you.

Now Val was usually very aggressive when flirting as well. But Val had the power, the charm and the looks to make it more attractive then creepy.

This guy... did not.

And outside of his expensive attire, he wasn't all that unique compared to the hundreds of other Club goers.

So, you did your best to ignore him, hoping he'd catch the hint and go away.

But he didn't, the sinner just getting more and more bold as you just sat there, not sure what to do.

You sat there for another few moments, and just as the sinner got far too close, close enough enough smell the alcohol on his breath, you felt the familiar presence of your Beloved Overlord S/O.

Val stared down at the scene, the moth asking coldly what was happening.

You just gave him a look that seemed to say it all, the man bringing you into his chest with his lower arms.

You just nuzzled into his form, hugging him as he went off on the demon, Val yelling at him, telling him you belonged to him and if he or any other fucker tried anything again, he'd fucking end them.

You kept nuzzling his coat as you heard the demon run away. And when you turned around you found an empty chair and a spilled drink. The sinner clearly in a hurry.

You didn't get to see it very much as Val quickly led you away.

He didn't take you back the The quaint booth you'd been in before, instead taking you to the largest and most luxurious seat in the VIP section.

Val sat himself down before pulling you onto his lap. The man drapping you across his body, before he began petting you.

It was an intimate little thing, something he did when wanting to show affection in public.

It was also an act of dominance, the Sinner practically holding you down as he groped you, touching you up in public. Althought it was far less sexual, being more intimate A sign of trust you had in him.

Not that that's stopped him from doing more in public before.

Val had you on his lap, his four hands running up and down your body.

It was rather pleasant sensation, the sinner knowing all the most seductive and tender parts of your body, Valentino petting up and down your form. The Overlord having you slumped over his lap.

Val loved this as much as you did, the demon enjoying having you close, running his hands over your form. This being one of the few acceptable forms of genuine intimacy that didn't mess with his image. Something you knew was very important to the man.

Of course he was also doing all this in public to ensure everyone could see you were his. The demon going full protective mode, glaring at anyone that dared to get to close. Even the waitresses.

That was pretty much how the rest of the night would go. Val petting you, having you against his chest.

At some point you'd begin making out, the demons hands taking on a new purpose, eliciting as many moans and gasps as he could from your lips.

Val wasn't above getting physical with you in front of others, but he preferred keeping that stuff for his eyes only.

So he took you home in his luxury Limo, making out the entire way.

He'd carry you to your room, the demon tossing you onto your bed, before joining you.

He'd cup the base of your skull, giving you a deep kiss before telling you, "your mine. No one else's."

To which you smiled, cupping his cheek in your smaller palm, before kissing him, the demon kissing back immediately.

He'd shed his attire, you following his lead, the two of you having slow, passionate love making long into the night.

Personally, I think he'd be more likely to kill the sinner then and there, but, he might not wanted to ruin the night with blood shed.

And Happy birthday, in hope you enjoyed it.

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[manjiroscum]

cake monster

Character/s: shapeshifter!Haruchiyo Sanzu

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, mentions of attempted murder, hints of infidelity, haruchiyo is ooc + he isn't human, forced breeding/baby trapping, dubcon, fingering, unprotected sex, belly bulging, monsterfucking, haruchiyo threatens reader, mentions of arranged marriage, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.

Note: this fic is for you bby salem @ranilingus 😚💕 my birthday gift

Synopsis: Your husband coming back from the dead was nothing compared to the amount of faces he has worn behind your back.

WC: 2.9k

Discreetly cunning—Sanzu Haruchiyo was not someone you could keep a secret from and even if you tried, he always had a way of knowing. He was a man of few words once he had too many thoughts in his mind. Sometimes, he was brooding. Tucked away in his own world when he had too much to drink, too much to think about. Deep down, you knew you were often far from those thoughts that circled around the organization he was in, Sano Manjiro, and the crimes he had to commit. In the years you’ve known him, he was meticulous in every way. From the way he cleaned the four corners of your shared bedroom to how he wanted his clothes to be folded neatly in the wardrobe, Haruchiyo leaves no stone unturned or a wrinkle in sight. Such a trait was a benefit for his occupation. Leave a trace and one was bound to get caught. He never did get caught no matter how much blood he has already shed behind the scenes. You didn't want to find out either, content on having him come home and pretend he wasn’t the grim reaper walking on earth in human flesh. Whatever Bonten does, you do not care. Whatever Haruchiyo does in that organization, you did not want to know. It was better that way, after all.

The marriage you both entered wasn't something the two of you needed nor asked for in the first place. In the end, no matter how much you wanted to try to keep him by your side and share his burdens, you only shared his last name because of a deal his boss had to close.

And yet, there were times in the dead of night, you wished you did. You wished you did try to get along with him or at least try to understand your husband. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be the sole sore thumb sticking out at your own birthday party. Confused as to why the pink-haired man you’ve called husband even planned to throw a huge party when he always made it his policy that no such celebrations should be held in the privacy of your home because it was far too risky for his would-be-enemies to familiarize. It was always at some fancy restaurant, hotel, or even throwing a party in another country. He never celebrates his birthday at home, and neither did you.

But here you are, dressed in a powdered-blue dress, about to cut the cake for the guests that came at Haruchiyo’s request. Your friends and family, including his co-workers. The smile he wore during the whole event was downright beaming, too good to be true. You figured it was either to keep up appearances—but that wasn’t what Haruchiyo would do. He never was one who liked to fake a smile. If he was angry or annoyed, he’d let you know. Smiling and greeting guests he either shook hands once or never took the time to know almost seemed like watching a doctor remove a shard of glass out of your guts. In short, it was fascinating yet terrifying to watch. Especially after you knew what occurred the past week.

“Do you want another glass of wine, hun?” Haruchiyo grinned, holding up a glass that was filled with the burgundy liquid that you were quite sure has been tainting your system since his return. There was no way you could be hallucinating Haruchiyo into existence these days since he came back from that fatal car accident.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

Your beloved husband was dead. This man standing before you with the sickly sweet smile that stretched those unmistakable diamond scars was not the Sanzu Haruchiyo you married three years ago on a fine June day. Heck, you don’t even know what possessed you to trust this man into your home no matter how much he looks, acts, sounds, or talks like him. There is just no way he could be the same man. Because how on earth could the deceased be brought back to life when said late husband was definitely killed in a car accident you caused?

“Hun, you look… tense. You okay?”

It took everything in you not to flinch from his touch, scared that your act will crumble under the watchful eyes of his colleagues. Could a person tell you were the one who cut the brakes of your husband's car? It wouldn't make sense to those who would find out. Haruchiyo was a meticulous man and never failed to make sure his car was running well. Whether they’d find out, you weren't sure and frankly, you started praying to any deity listening to a sinner they wouldn't. Bonten never found out about your husband's accident. Not a single soul questioned his absence for almost four days since you saw him bleed to death in his destroyed car down the cliff. If they did, you wouldn't be here right now. The universe was definitely mocking you at this moment, laughing at your bewildered expression when he showed up just in time to plan this party you were quite sure you would be spending alone as a widow.

It was if he did not die…

“I’m alright,” you mumbled curtly before leaving his side. Anyone who is wise enough to look twice could probably tell you were not in the mood. You wished you could scream and tell everyone present that Sanzu Haruchiyo was dead. That the man in front of them was an imposter. And that you knew why because you killed him—you made sure of it. “Just a bit tired, that's all.”

So why is he here, alive and well?

His fingers shouldn't be this warm, pressing against your back and the others slipping your panties down. A slice of the birthday cake you bought lay untouched on the coffee table. Remnants of tonight's party came in the form of crumpled and discarded wrappers by the foot of the couch. Your gifts sat beside the dessert he brought with him to question you whether you wanted some or not. When you failed to reply, Haruchiyo was quick to set it down and press on with his inquiry. Needless to say, your stubbornness got you into this mess.

Haruchiyo, in the three years of marriage, rarely touched you. You could count those times with just your hands and even then, he was rarely talkative. Preferring to take and take, never give. Right now, to be under his searing touches and the way his teeth were biting on your left earlobe, was close to a dizzying experience. The wine in your system failed to mask your flustered state as you stammered out for him to stop—that it was getting late and you have work in the morning. But Haruchiyo or whoever this person was, knew you were scared. Afraid to be left alone and vulnerable under his hold. His suspicions were confirmed when you voiced out clearer this time for him to halt his actions and demand why he was alive.

“So, ‘ya kinda knew, huh?” Haruchiyo sighed, pulling away slightly to stare at the ceiling. “And to think I thought everything was going so well… You just had to spoil the surprise, hm?”

“Of course, I knew! Haru… you're my husband,” you whispered the last part, unsure how to proceed. For him to admit that Sanzu Haruchiyo—that he isn't human right at the bat was disconcerting. “W-who are you? What are you?”

“I’m your husband, silly!” the pink-haired creature chuckled, delighted at the way you trembled. “Who else could I be other than Sanzu Haruchiyo? Would you like me to be someone else?” Leaning further against you, his voice morphed into one you recognized that belonged to the older Haitani brother as he whispered teasingly into your ear causing a shiver to rush down your spine at how uncanny it was. The tips of his rosy tinted hair shortened and turned into lilac. Just for a moment, you were in the company of his attractive colleague. But you knew better than to delude yourself, never turning to confirm whether Haruchiyo’s face turned into Ran Haitani. No, you will probably sober up and run once you do because your husband… was not human. “Maybe you’d like me to look like that purple-haired bastard, huh? Ran was eyeing you the entire time… Is he the reason why you killed me? Do you wanna get fucked by him? Is it because you like that man—”

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid!” you screamed then quivered, slightly taken aback by your own behavior. Haruchiyo barely flinched, his hand still holding you by your hip while the other was gripped tightly around your forearm to keep you from moving away. It all made sense now. Your husband was never human from the start and this served as a bonus to him. No wonder he never gets caught. It’s because it wasn't his face being exposed to those cameras while he did a crime. “In all these years, I’ve never looked at any other man. Haruchiyo… you were the only person I’ve been with even if you never shared the same sentiment. It was only I who fucking cared about this marriage! Do not bring another man into our problems. I… What are you doing? Stop that.”

Glancing at him, you gritted your teeth and glared at Haruchiyo’s actions of stripping your dress off. This time, he has reverted back to his original appearance that of his co-worker. Amused at how easily you cast aside the thought of fucking with a man who shared the same face as Ran for a second. When he paid no attention to your command, you repeated it once more only for your husband to pinch your clit, which elicited a sharp gasp from your lips. Anger bubbled up your throat, ready to yell at him once more until he murmured into your ear.

“Just keep talkin’.”

“W-what—”

“Keep talkin’ or I’m telling everyone how you killed me that night. You don't wanna have Bonten chasing after ‘ya, right? So do me a favor and keep talking—preferably why you decided to kill me,” Haruchiyo stated, tone cold as ice that did not match the way he was pleasuring you. His hands had a mind of their own and they were either parting your pussy folds or rolling your clit. By now, you were a hot mess, trying to muffle the moans that escaped your traitorous mouth. Upon hearing it, those blue irises staring at your expression through the glass window’s reflection narrowed. “I’ve been good to you, ‘ya know? Never hurt you. Never deliberately made you cry. Protected you from those who wanted to harm me—us. Provided you with everything you ever wanted as what your father asked… And this is how you repay your husband? Cutting the breaks and having his car fall off a cliff? Are you sick? Tell me, honey. Why did you try to murder me?”

“W-what good would it be—ah! What good would it be if I told you? You’re not dead,” you hissed, shaking under his tight grip as his fingers penetrated your wet pussy. Ears ignored the way he laughed at the slick coating on his fingers. There was no doubt you were getting aroused. He didn't care whether it was because of him or due to the pent-up frustrations that were caused by the man fingering you. Either way, Haruchiyo was pleased by the lewd reactions that you tried to keep at bay. “A-and no one is gonna believe you. Ah… Who would if I told them my husband died and came back to life again? Your friends won’t. No one will.”

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever I say, goes in the end. Has your pretty dumb mind forgotten I’m the second in command?” He couldn't help but laugh at the way you stiffened. Of course, no one is going to take your word for the truth. Not as long as Haruchiyo is alive and you don't have proof. The elaborate plan you had has gone up in smoke. There is no way anyone will believe you. “Plus, Mikey knows. Do you think I’ll keep such a secret from him? Who do you think he’s gonna believe more, huh? My dumb murderer of a wife? Or his long-time ally?”

“Shut up,” you muttered in a defeated tone, brows pinched. Your vision is obstructed by tears that have yet to fall. “You’ll never understand what I’ve been through all these years… and it’s all your fault—ah, shit! D-don’t—” The rest of your words died down at the tip of your tongue when Haruchiyo continued fingering you, although this time, he was grinding his erection against your ass. His hot breath fanned your ear while he took pleasure at your squirming figure.

“My fault? Honey, what the fuck do you mean, hm?” The sound of his belt buckling and falling to the floor had the blood on your face rush. “Maybe it is. But you can’t just blame it all on me. Tell ‘ya what, lemme remedy that right now. Would that make you happy? Would it be a great birthday gift?”

“W-what do you think—stop, let me go! If you want to divorce me, just do it. Don’t try to take pity on me!” You choked on your next sentence when the tip of his cock went past your ass cheeks and into the entrance of your wet cunt. “W-wait, what are you—”

A short cry escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion, his thick girth spreading your pussy folds apart so the stretch was a bit stinging, yet somehow pleasant. However, you weren't going to tell him that. No, this shouldn't even be happening. You hated your husband for leaving you all alone and never cared to give you his time unless he was asked to. For him to easily make you submit like this…

“Haru, stop—”

“Do you really want me to?” he murmured, the corners of his lips curled up at the moan you made the moment his cock was all the way inside and grazing your cervix. The filthy squelching sounds filtered through the air that it was close to echoing back to you in the four corners of the living room. His hips met your ass at a rapid pace that you choked on your own saliva, digging your fingers into the armrest of the couch. The tears you failed to shed are now rolling down your cheeks in euphoria and a hint of shock at how things have turned out. This wasn’t the way the evening should have played out. It was either you leave and make him promise to sign the divorce papers—or to shoo him out of your life forever. Whatever he was, Sanzu Haruchiyo should not prolong his stay in your life. So why was he fucking you like a crazed animal right now? And what did he mean he’ll remedy your loneliness? “You’re a bitch in heat. Surely you don't want me to stop now, eh? And no, we’re not getting divorced. You’re stuck with me forever. Gonna fucking make sure of that.”

“What are you planning—fuck, right there…” Back arching, you leaned your head onto his shoulder, hoping to steady yourself and not fall forward. “If you think you could—”

“Now, now. Easy, hun,” he whispered, wincing at the tight squeeze your pussy did. It was laughable how you keep telling me to stop, but continue to clench around him as if to milk him dry. “Do you wanna spoil my gift? Be a good girl and just take it. Don’t worry, I’m a hundred and ten percent sure you’re gonna love a baby.” With a smirk on his lips, your husband pulled back until only the tip was touching the damp slit. A gasp was torn out of your mouth at the harsh thrust he did next, his cock bigger and longer that you could feel him in your throat. Speechless at the surprising size, it took a minute and a few more thrusts before you realized your husband's cock had indeed changed. Heavy balls full of fertile cum slapping against your ass that the obscene noise was egging you on to reach for that high, long forgotten was your dislike and the woes you had. A bulge was visible every time he thrust so hard and fast that you were scared it’ll puncture a hole in your tummy. The bastard was intent on having you drunk on his cock—effortlessly pulling out ahs and ohs from your slacked mouth. That was his plan—to knock you up so you’ll stay with him. You knew too much and there was no way Sanzu Haruchiyo is gonna fuck this marriage up because for sure Mikey would question how a simple task such as being your husband wasn't met. “Gonna cum, hun? So soon?”

“F-fuck you! Haru… more, more. Holy shit, make me cum, Haru! Please!” Another gasp followed by a string of curses slipped past your tongue, clamping down on the monstrous dick stretching you out deliciously. All Haruchiyo could do was reach his high and spill out thick semen into your womb, grunting at your tight pussy milking his balls empty. He would not have it any other way. You whined at how you felt full, your hand reaching down to cradle your stomach. Your free hand is clutching onto the couch, legs wobbly. “Ugh… n-no more.”

He pulled out his shrinking cock, a thick white line connecting the tip to your creamed cunt. But instead of walking away or cleaning himself, Haruchiyo began to stroke his length once again, hoping to fuck you for another round. He grinned at your delirious state, your body still quivering at the aftermath of your climax as his cum started to drip down your thighs and onto the dirty floor.

“There. Now, you’ll never be lonely again, wife. Gonna make sure I’ll breed this pussy every day so you better start learning how to take care of children, yeah?”

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[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 8. Hector

A/N: the way I always had something in the drafts to write for my beloved man like back during the summer time. The universe had other plans and what better time than to revisit this episode on Halloween! I think this is my first time ever writing on the day of this superior season?! Happy Halloween people 🧡 🪄

WARNINGS: language + hints of sexual tension 😅

PROMPT is from HERE + I’m using: “I love you, I swear I do but we’re not wearing matching costumes.”

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[~October. 2000’s~]

Oh the wonders of being a big time celebrity during the month of Halloween. That’s right, a whole entire month! Which felt like so because you were constantly in the limelight with people not only dissecting your love life but also your roles which consisted of either being the lead scream queen in a thriller series, supporting actress in horror movies, and also being the star drummer (on some Sheila E shit!) and backup singer of a Alt-Pop girl band on the side.

So yes, you stayed busy and were worth talking about.

“Whatever you decide to be this year has to be big. I mean Destiny’s child, Britney Spears, Zac and Vanessa, and Halle Berry are all gonna be here at your party this year.” Your manager/publicist ranted as she paced the floor in your open concept closet.

You’re lounging on your studded chaise lounge chair, texting away on your blackberry while chewing on some gum, half listening, “Halle’s my god-mom, of course she will be here to support but who else is on this list exactly?”

“I invited pretty much everyone, the hottest stars even those who may or may be in your age range. It doesn’t matter! As long as you get good pics that brings fresh press.” Natania voiced as she began flipping through a notepad.

You hum knowing the deal, considering you’ve been in the limelight since you were fourteen so this was not anything entirely new. “I’ve got the perfect outfit for Hector and I.”

Natania glances up from writing, “funny you mention him after I say press.”

“Him has a name and who also happens to be my boyfriend?”

“Don’t remind me,” Natania mutters, “and just to think you could still be with Taylor Lautner right now. His stats are only climbing after ‘Breaking Dawn Part I,’ dropped and I can only imagine how much more attention he’s gonna get.”

Shrugging your shoulders you say, “I’ve got more than enough attention with and without a guy by my side. It was fun while it lasted but as soon as he booked the role for twilight, the distance just grew. It was all only a matter of time.”

At sixteen and seventeen years old you got into a relationship, naturally with who everyone may know as Jacob Black but he was just Taylor to you. You met way back in a martial arts class that your uncle actually taught but you didn’t end up sticking with it thanks to a tv series you booked. You met again not long after at a audition for “Sharkboy and LavaGirl.”

“Well the both of you could have at least faked it for a little!” Natania almost stomped her feet before sighing, “I mean Taylor still talks highly about you although you decided to pick a old paparazzi instead as your new fling.”

“I wouldn’t expect him to say anything less,” you blinked, “wasn’t a bad break up anyway and I don’t pay you to make judgements on who I date. I pay for you to manage my career, not my personal life, sooo mind yours.”

Natania rolled her eyes beneath her glasses, “whatever, you’re right. I’m just saying you could have done better. There’s just something off about him—Hector and not the whole follow people like you around for cash either.”

“Nat!” You hissed, “shut up already, hector’s coming over, he’s gonna be at that party with me and that’s that. When’s the stylist coming over?”

Natania puts on a forced smile and glances at the watch on her wrist, “in about a hour.”

“Great! Hector says he’ll be here in fifteen so that gives us a little down time. You can let yourself out whenever you’re ready.” You state laying back to rest your eyes.

You’ve been up since six thirty this morning doing a extreme workout routine you didn’t like with a trainer who took it too seriously. You were more of a cardio person than juggling ropes, jumping and squatting, and flipping over tires.

Soon the door bell rings and you pry one eye open to see the monitor by the door glowing, making you aware who it could be. Groaning you took your time getting closer to the screen, seeing no one there. Shrugging to yourself, you plopped down on the lounge just as your closet door budged open revealing your stylist and no other than your boyfriend, Hector.

Lounging on your elbows you smile and wave at the two.

“No, please. Don’t get up, I got it.” Your stylist wheeled in a rack while you laughed at the usual sarcasm.

“Hey, baby.” You craned your neck to meet Hector’s lips as he leaned over you in greeting before sitting next to you, “what happened to fifteen minutes?”

Hector laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck, knowing that he was late, “traffic? Even on my bike and Hunger…”

You hum at this.

“Just burgers.” Hector whispers as you shrug your shoulders.

You knew what it was like, actually dating someone in the supernatural world. It could always go one or two ways and of course there were heavy rumors surrounding Hector since he was there at the time of Mazey Day’s death. He should have been dead—especially with the amount of damage done to his body, you knew what he and Bo were up to and the pictures Bo showed you was not something you would forget.

However Hector was meant to live and see it through…and he did with the help of your family.

They got to him first.

That’s right, a long history of, “werewolf or wolf training,” depending on which form. You had more experience with simply wolfs while the higher skilled like your parents and siblings dealt with the werewolf’s. Due to your involvement with the spotlight you didn’t have much time for…family activities but you weren’t completely clueless.

If you were able to get to Mazey Day in time, perhaps things could have been different. No one really knew and some still didnt accept what it was.

Werewolves were fucking real and you so happened to be dating one.

“Soooo,” you drag pushing yourself up once more to face Hector with a tired smile, “I’ve got an idea of what we should be for Halloween.”

“Aw but you didn’t see what Freddie brought yet.”

“Oh it’s in there alright,” you push off the chair to head over to Freddie who has measuring tape draped over his shoulders.

You do the honors of taking the protective cover off the clothes and run your fingers over the various fabrics, “we have DoubleDare contestants from the 90s, or you can be Cupid and I’ll be a large fuzzy heart, or my personal fav: little red riding hood and her werewolf of a grandmother.”

Hector blinks after briefly studying the costumes and says, “I love you, I swear I do but we’re not wearing matching costumes.”

“Uh oh,” Freddie mutters while you frown at the curly haired man.

“And why the hell not? The last option is the best one.”

“I get that one,” Hector replies with a knowing look in his dark eyes, “but don’t you think it’s a little…corny?”

“We’re supposed to be corny! You’re my boyfriend and I’m your girl.” Digging your fists into your hips and peer at Hector who snorts.

“Yeah but—

“At least try it on! I mean if we’re gonna be at my party together shouldn’t we at least match?”

Hector lightly grips your wrist to pull you from Freddie’s ear shot, “it’s gonna be a full moon that night.”

“Even better.”

“For who? Not me.”

“It’s been a year already,” you slip your hand down to squeeze his, “you’re gonna be fine.”

“That’s not what your mom believes.” Hector’s shoulders almost slump, which irritates you, the fact that your mother was always getting into his head was not something foreign to you but when she started to do it to people you cared about, that’s when it became a problem.

“Newsflash, she doesn’t know everything like she claims.”

“I mean I should listen to her since…”

“Since she’s more skilled than me? Ah alright well I get it. Look, I’m not gonna peer pressure you. I just know I wouldn’t have you here if I didn’t think you could handle it. We’d take all the proper precautions a few days before just like I planned but if you really don’t feel comfortable…we’ll just make sure to take the pictures in advance and we’ll go from there.”

Hector studies you then. He knew that it was hard to be around each other sometimes whenever the moon shifted. He was thankful he got another chance at life…sure but life just become a whole lot more difficult now with this new lifestyle and being legit involved with someone in the public eye. No doubt he’s thought about it before but never pictured it happening and Bo also told him it was a bad idea after figuring out that he basically resurrected and could transform into a hairy ass creature!

You lived one way and he lived another, there were contrasts to you just like the sun and the moon, the pair of you worked taking turns to let the other breathe separately. Space was efficient when it came to your relationship but when you were together? That opened up a whole new feeling. A scary one. He wasn’t sure if this relationship would be long term but he had the chance to see you for what you are beyond the lights and that was a treat in itself.

He exhales, lifting a hand to cup the side of your face, “…let’s try these costumes on then.”

And you squeal, hopping into his arms and he holds onto you as you lock your legs around his hips, his beaming smile meeting yours as you peck all along his handsome face.

“We look foolish,” Hector comments as he readjusts the gingham hat on top of his head while you stand side by side in a full length mirror.

You laugh as you wrap your arms around the curly haired man in the floral green nightgown, “correction: we look fine as hell.”

“Fine enough to where I don’t need to spend two hours sitting in a chair having ass cramps and getting wolf prosthetics on?” Hector slips on his circular glasses and peeks over them at your reflection.

Red was certainly your color.

You snort, “you could always let the moon do it’s thing.”

“That’s not even funny.”

Pressing your chin against the back of his shoulder you say, “Wanna give me a little snarl or something?”

Hector sends you a pointed look as you trail one hand up to twist one of his damp curls, “Oh Granny, what pretty curls you have.”

“All the better for you to tug my dear,” Hector begins to play along.

A smirk makes its way onto your red painted lips, “Oh granny, what a beautiful face you have.”

“All the better for you to,” Hector starts before quickly twisting his body to yank you tight against his body, “sit on.”

You see the specs of ember swirling in Hector’s ink eyes now and you know you were pushing it as the length of his nails began to poke at the fabric of your red hood.

He then places a open mouthed kiss to your beating throat, “you didn’t say anything about my teeth.”

Standing up some with your hands locked around his neck now, you lean just a bit closer so that your forehead presses against Hector’s; you reply just as some knocks sounded at your closet door, “Now that’s satire.”

Hector let’s out a small laugh as you untangle yourself from his grasp to get the door, making a show of pointing the makeup artists in his direction only.

With your confidence in him and against the full moon, Hector can’t help but to shrug his shoulders and take a seat peeking at the face he got used to over the years. Somehow even this skin felt different and not just the scars embedded.

He just hoped you were right but knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Well…here’s to a new change of course for Halloween! That might actually be terrifying but as long as he had you on his team, his doubts and speculations from outsiders—which he used to be—didn’t seem to matter as much anymore.

₊˚ ✧ ♱‧₊˚. ₊˚ ✧ ♱‧₊˚. ₊˚ ✧ ♱‧₊˚. ₊˚ ✧ ♱‧₊˚. ₊˚ ✧ ♱‧₊˚. ₊˚

Continue along with my fall anthology prompts here.

#black mirror #halloween writing prompts #black mirror mazey day #mazey day #black mirror Hector #danny ramirez #Danny Ramirez x reader #october prompts #Spotify

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Can I say that I'm SO excited for this rec? It's always so much fun to host a guest in the library, and I have loved reaching out and making new connections with people I hadn't talked with before, but it's EXTRA fun when the reccer is already a friend AND when she recs a brilliant fic that I hadn't previously read! I don't know what else to say about this lovely writer than she's a wonderful and positive addition to our fandom, and a dear friend of mine. Without further ado, here is @nv-md to share our April Happy Hour Rec!

On a normal day, my inbox is not usually a source of joy. Bills, ads, work, and more ads, means that I spend most of my time avoiding emails at all costs.

However, an email from AO3 brings me nothing but joy.

An email that one of my favorite authors has written another seven thousand words (that I get to savor for free in the middle of the produce section while ignoring the poor man behind me who just wants to buy squash)? 

Well, there’s no greater joy than that.

And I’ll be taking zero comments at this time about how much I rely on fanfic for serotonin.

So, onto the fic in question!

I cannot recommend InnerLilith’s work enough. Like honestly, all of her fics are bangers and you should feel free to stop looking at this post to go and read them all right this moment. But, if you want to stick around, I’d love to tell you about ‘I’m lying when I’m looking away’.

I'm lying when I'm looking away by InnerLilith (6,757 words, rated E)

Sometimes it takes a Purim party and a flapper dress for Harry to figure out what he likes. (Spoiler: He likes Malfoy.)

This fic features: Jewish holidays and traditions, Draco in a flapper dress, flustered Harry, hilarious banter, meaningful discussions about gender norms, the smuttiest smut that ever smutted, and a soft ending that melted my heart.

I fell into this story headfirst and it was nothing but delightful from start to finish.

Harry’s POV is perfect. He’s a goddamn mess, has no idea which way is up, and waxes poetic about Draco’s legs and skin and lips and collarbones, and generally makes a fool of himself in front of all of his friends. Classic Harry James Potter behavior that I will never get enough of.

“Then he was striding over, all that leg just exposed, so Harry could see the muscles shifting with each step, the ripple of satin over his hinging joints, the soft, dark promise of what hid underneath.”

Draco is cool and confident (omg the snark), his legs are long, his dress is short, and I love him as much as Harry does. Honestly, I think about Draco in a flapper dress at least once a day.

“Malfoy certainly seemed to think nothing of it, sauntering around like he was born in that flapper dress. And maybe that’s what the big deal was for Harry, actually—how Malfoy acted like it wasn’t a big deal at all, and how he was right.”

Everyone is at the Purim party, including our beloved Fred (who lives), and they all make cameos as they watch Harry drool over Draco. If I tried to include all my favorite parts, then I would just have to copy the entire fic into this rec, but just know, the gang’s all here and it’s wonderful and brilliant. Lilith nails each voice, their costumes are hysterical (I will never recover from Luna as a demiguise), and I wish I was cool enough to be invited to their party.

In between eating hamantaschen and celebrating with wine, Harry and Draco circle each other all night. They’re not enemies, but it’s clear they don’t quite know how to be friends either, and they’re so obviously into each other that you can’t help but root for them to figure it out. There’s just enough ‘will they or won’t they’ to keep you on the edge of your seat and to make the ending that much more satisfying. Then—

THE SMUT! 

That’s all I can say about that because you need to read it yourself—it is delicious—but here’s a little teaser.

“Harry tugged his clothes off frantically, and when Draco brought a hand to the straps of his dress, slanting his brow in a question, Harry said, leave it, leave it, and his voice sounded cracked and desperate.”

This fic has it all and you will not regret one moment spent in this world. I wish that we could gather around a table, drinking and eating and laughing and talking about this fic. Since we can’t do that, please read it and then come and yell at me about it. 

Happy reading and a big hug and kiss to the Librarian, your hard work does not go unnoticed and it is sososo appreciated!

Hugs and kisses back and thank you to @nv-md for joining us for Happy Hour! As always, if you enjoyed a fic, please leave a kudos or comment!

Lots of Love and Happy Friday!

#happy hour #friday happy hour #drarry fic rec #nv-md #innerlilith #drarry #drarry librarian and friends #Friends of the Library #lots of love and happy friday #friday fic rec

[wheels-of-despair]

Enough | Tom Grant x You | Series Masterlist

Eat, Drink, and Be Merry Pairing: Tom Grant x You Summary: It's been a year since the events of Enough, and you and Tom have an office Christmas party to attend. Contains: Cookies, cocoa, presents, coworkers, familiar faces, just a happy little check-in with Tom and the one who didn't get away. Words: 2k

"Hey. Maintenance man."

Tom's face breaks into a grin at the sound of your teasing voice on his radio, causing him to drop the plastic clip he'd been holding in his mouth while he fixed a drooping string of lights on the welcome sign. He bends down to pick it up off the ground before pulling the radio off of his belt.

"Where are you, and why is the answer not," your voice drops in an imitation of him, "Standing proudly next to my beloved at the office Christmas party?"

He laughs to himself and presses the button to answer. "On my way, love. Had to fix the lights on the sign again." He holds the radio in one hand and works with the other, sticking the plastic back to the wood and draping the light string over it.

"This is no time for over-achieving, Thomas. Santa's list has already been finalized. You'll just have to try harder next year."

Tom snorts and stands back to admire his work.

Welcome to Sandy Shores!

Tom loved it here. He knew the place inside and out; he'd helped build it, after all. He knew every employee, every delivery person who came in and out, and hoped to remember the faces of returning guests next summer. (And if he didn't, the sassy lass who ran the office would help him match names to faces.)

They'd be celebrating their one-year anniversary next month. One year since he'd shown up in front of her flat and convinced her to come back to Cornwall with him. One year since they'd packed her things into boxes, secured them in the back of his truck, and driven south. She'd followed him down in her beloved junk-bucket of a car - which she'd nearly run him over with once - and used a pair of radios to stay in contact during the long drive. They never wanted to be apart again.

They'd had a little time to get settled in before the holiday park officially opened to guests, and Tom soon realized that the week they'd spent together in the fall was only a preview of the good times to come. They still couldn't get enough of each other. They cooked together, and watched sunsets, and he'd taught her how to surf.

Well he'd tried to teach her how to surf. During their last lesson, she insisted she'd rather just sit on the beach and watch him. But that was alright as well; he quite liked having someone waiting for him with a warm towel and a big smile when he came shivering out of the sea. He especially liked it when she'd take him home and warm him up more.

When she first arrived, his caravan had looked like all the others. And then, one day… it was home. He'd never been a big decorator, but a new set of curtains here and a lamp there and a few pictures on the walls made all the difference.

His favorite picture was of the two of them. They'd been watching a sunset from their porch, and she declared that they needed a picture together. They'd turned around so that the vivid pink sky was in the background, and she'd snapped several smiling photos. But his favorite was the one where he'd turned his head at the last second to surprise her with a kiss on the cheek. His mouth had crashed into her with perhaps a little more force than he'd intended, and they'd both erupted into laughter.

His second-favorite was of the two of them on either side of their dear friend April. She and her granddaughter Amelia had come to stay for a week over the summer, along with Amelia's husband and children. April loved her new home almost as much as Tom did his, and was quite impressed with how far his cooking skills had come along since she'd seen him last.

Tom and his lady love worked together seamlessly; she took care of the paperwork, and he took care of the labor. It was just the two of them at first, but as more people were hired, things got easier. He couldn't operate the software to make a reservation or update the website if his life depended on it, and her most valuable contribution to the upkeep was occasionally holding a flashlight. But she held that flashlight like a professional, and he got quite good at scribbling down names and phone numbers on paper and promising that she'd call back to make things official. They made a great team.

"Thomas Grant, you have been out there admiring that sign for a full minute. It looks fine. Get in here."

Tom holds the radio to his mouth. "Are you watching me over the security camera?"

"Maybe."

"Like what you see?" He grins and spins around.

"Gorgeous. Now please get your gorgeous butt in here."

Tom sets off toward the office with a smile on his face. "Can't help but notice you're not at the party either, if you're in the office watching me on the monitor."

"Thought we'd make our grand entrance together."

"Awww," Tom coos as he steps in through the back door. He deposits his coat on the rack and slips into your office, avoiding the staff gathered in the lobby. "Hi."

"Hi," you greet, clicking away from the security cameras and standing from your desk.

You cross the room and meet Tom by the door, greeting him with a hug even though it had only been about an hour since you'd seen him last. He nuzzles his cold nose into your neck, and you squeak. He laughs and keeps burrowing.

"Tommm," you whine.

"Hmmmm?" he hums into your neck.

"We've got a party to get to."

Tom sighs, detaches himself, and opens the door for you. "Ladies first." You lead the way into the lobby.

"There they are!" Richard, the owner of the caravan park, holds his arms open in a surprised gesture like he hadn't seen you in years.

"Sorry, sorry, a few last-minute things needed to be taken care of," Tom apologizes.

"That's our Tom, always going above and beyond!" Richard says proudly. "Alright, now that everyone's here, I have a few things to say!"

Richard always has a few things to say. He's a little eccentric, but working for him has been a dream. You'd never had a boss who valued your opinions before. He absolutely adored Tom, and treated him like a most trusted advisor. No more barked orders and snide comments like at Shirley's. Aside from the occasional visit from Richard and his wife Marianne, you and Tom were left alone to run the place. You loved it.

While Richard rambles about your first year of business, you take a moment to admire the room.

A large Christmas tree stands by the window. Richard had requested beach-themed decorations, to match the park's name, even though there were very few guests this time of year. It did look nice. You and Tom had done the decorating yourselves. Shells, sand dollars, starfish, seahorses. Blue and white lights lined the reception desk and doorframe and glowed from within the branches of the frosted fake tree. It was all very coordinated and professional.

Home looked a little different.

You and Tom had opted for a more traditional look. Your tree was green, and multi-colored lights reflected off the plain but shiny ornaments. At night, when all the other lights were off, it cast a warm glow through the house that made you want to snuggle up and stare it until you fell asleep. You and Tom had been experimenting with different kinds of Christmas cookies, making a new batch each day, so it constantly smelled like home-made sweets. It was warm, and cozy, and absolutely perfect.

"So let's hear it for these two, who guided us all through a tremendous first year of business!"

A smattering of applause brings you back to reality. Richard, his wife, and the five off-season employees and their significant others beam at you and Tom. You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

"Anything to add?" Richard asks. You give Tom a nudge with your shoulder.

"Uh, yeah," he clears his throat. "We just want to thank everyone for choosing to be here with us. Not just tonight, but in general. We've got a great thing going here, and we're both so happy that you're all part of it."

You nod in agreement. The room remains silent.

"…alright, I'm done." The small crowd chuckles at Tom's awkward conclusion, and you watch adoringly as his cheeks turn pink.

"Alright, everyone," Richard announces, "Let's eat, drink, and be merry!"

Everyone breaks off into smaller groups after the dismissal, and you turn to Tom with a smile.

"Doin' pretty good with that public speaking, Mr. Grant."

"Hush," he says with his best fake glare, making you laugh.

"Oh! The stockings!" You suddenly remember. "Everyone?" you ask, hoping to catch their attention before they start to get lost in conversation or wander off. "Don't forget to take your stocking from the fireplace before you go!"

The staff's eyes drift toward the unlit fireplace, and they hesitate. After a few seconds, Kyle and Kendra - Tom's friend from his previous place of employment and the pretty blonde he'd met in a bar last year - make the first move. Kyle is now Tom's second-in-command, and Kendra is your activities director. There's not much for her to do here in the winter-time, but she and Kyle live on-site and she helps out whenever someone needs an extra pair of hands.

The rest of the staff follows suit, until only two stockings remain.

"Richard?" you ask gently. He stops watching his employees tear into their gifts and turns to you. "The last two are for you and Marianne."

"Us?" he asks, eyes bulging. She peeks her head out from behind him.

"Of course!" you smile. "We couldn't leave you out, you're part of the family!"

Richard and his wife approach the fireplace, and sure enough, find their names on the last two stockings. They carefully remove them from their hooks and bring them back to you and Tom at the desk. You watch with amusement as they begin pulling out candy and trinkets. Their stockings held the same sort of treasures as everyone else's, but the unbridled joy on their faces at locally-made treats, lip balm, lotion, and socks was genuine. You and Tom had debated on whether you should include the owners in this little exchange with the rest of the employees or get them something else to set them apart, but now you knew now that you'd made the right decision.

You and Tom had so much fun shopping for stocking stuffers. You'd spent an entire weekend going in and out of every shop in town, looking for tiny treasures that no one would think to buy for themselves. You'd come home loaded down with bags, and had sat in the living room floor beneath the tree to sort through your findings and pack them into the light blue stockings that matched the office's beach decorations.

You and Tom stood to the side, watching your friends and coworkers and boss laugh and compare gifts. Christmas music played quietly as the group devoured the cookies you and Tom had been working on all week and drank an absolutely ridiculous amount of hot chocolate until, finally, they began to yawn and head toward the door.

When the numbers had dwindled to four - you and Tom and Kyle and Kendra - the party had lasted for nearly two hours. Kendra began collecting forgotten cups, but you stopped her.

"Those can wait 'til tomorrow. I think we've had enough excitement for one night," you yawn.

"You don't have to tell me twice," she grins. "Kyle! Take me home!"

"Yes, ma'am," he answers, rising from the chair where he'd been talking to Tom. He bends, and she hops on his back. Tom opens the door for them with a grin, and Kyle carries Kendra out.

You and Tom turn off the lights, lock the doors, and head for home. It's just a short walk away.

Your tree glows through the window, welcoming you to your favorite place on in the world. You and Tom go inside and slip into pajamas, but don't go to bed. You curl up on the couch together beneath a fuzzy blanket and watch the lights of the tree twinkle. You can feel your head getting heavier, and nuzzle into Tom's chest.

"Happy Christmas, love," he mumbles.

"The happiest," you yawn. Even half asleep, you know that this first Christmas with him is going to be hard to top.

#writings of despair #tom grant #tom grant is enough #tom grant x you #tom grant x reader

[goodmorning-rigoberto]

> We will.

asakikuweek day 8: wedding

@asakikuweek2024

It was strange, in a nice nostalgic way, to be getting ready at that exact moment for something as important as his wedding.

Nice because he was about to link his destiny with the love of his life and nostalgic because Kiku had been feeling this urge to replay in his head every single one of the moments that had led them to this point. Hundreds of situations throughout the hundreds of years they had both lived, all concentrated in an instant. It was overwhelming to say the less, but beautiful. After all, to be able to love someone like this was a privilege.

A wedding is the culmination of a stage, it is to say "yes I do" and accept everything that comes with it both good and bad and to feel accepted, it is also to forget the past and focus on the future. A bright future in the company of the only person with whom and for whom it would be worth living it.

A wedding is giving your life away with open arms and receiving one loving heart in return; or at least that was what the japanese thought about this topics.

Getting married was not something nations did very often. Whether it was due to internal or external conflicts, disinterest in human traditions, lack of good candidates or simply because it was not required; his kind didn't think much about situations like that and it was fine. However, it was also not frowned upon to do so and he was glad that many of his peers accepted to come and celebrate such an important ceremony with them. He was glad because Arthur was also glad.

It was important to him and of course it was nice that they could have peace even if it was for a day.

The whole planet was there.

Family.

Friends.

Old souls like the both of them.

But on that day only two people were needed. People, since "marriage-like unions" between countries were called alliances and were nothing more than a mere procedure based on a foundation as fragile as human existence. At that moment he was talking and thinking about himself as part of that humanity because it was not Japan allying with The United Kingdom like one hundred and twenty-two years ago, no, that day Kiku Honda was marrying Arthur Kirkland by mutual agreement and more importantly: by love.

There were no territorial benefits or promises of wealth or contracts involved, no, in that sunny day there were only two beings wanting to unite their personal history without expecting anything in return. They were there together for love, for company and because their hearts felt like it.

And that was enough.

And that was the only thing he needed.

And it was perfect.

Most of the time Kiku did not care about the image of his nation in the eyes of the world, he did not care about foreign opinion and it was no secret that he would not think twice about isolating his beloved island from everyone again; he was fine alone, but all that changed when it was about Arthur and Kiku was incredibly happy that the blonde continued to choose him day after day to the point of proposing marriage.

To him, not to Japan.

Him, among the many options they both had.

Him, despite his personality, temper and unwavering pride.

It was nice to be so open about something for once, and he was happy it was about love.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

A couple of knocks on the door of the small room he had been assigned took him out of his daydreams bringing him back to a reality that promised to be just as bright as his deepest dreams.

"Honey, would you help me with my tie?" the blonde asked, shyly, sticking his head out from the door.

"Sure, come in, allow me"

And so he did, walking directly up to meet him and steal a kiss from his lips.

"Aren't you supposed to not kiss me until we're officially married?" the black-haired man asked with an amused tone.

"I'm not supposed to see you before the ceremony either, bad luck and all of that, but I honestly can't wait. I knew you would look beautiful and I had to see it with my own eyes"

And that desire was mutual.

Attending to the british's request, he took both ends of the piece of soft and fine fabric around his neck tying it with a skill learned over the years. Now that he remembered it, it had been the man in front of him who had help him to perfect his skills with ties, suits, and western ways of dressing.

It had been so many years since that, a mere sigh in the long existence to which they were destined.

"Are you nervous, Arthur?"

"No, not really. It's just that my hands refuse to cooperate since this morning, goodness gracious maybe I'm a little nervous."

"Me too, so it's okay."

"We will be fine, sweetheart. There is nothing to worry about"

And Kiku had always felt like he could believe in his everything. If it was Arthur (as he always had been) then everything was all right.

"Yes, we will"

#asakikuweek2024 #asakiku #hws england #hws japan #why are they so cute?? WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE??? #this is my first time writting from kiku's perspective and it was really interesting and fun #i want them married! NOW! #hope you like it <3

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　SHOCKWAVE x gn human reader

　　　　『　shockwave ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> birthday hcs w/ shockwave <3

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— some small self indulgence since its my bday :D !! so i bring shockwave content 💪 ,, there’ll be a oneshot w/ him later too 😈

• he doesnt really understand nor get the idea of a birthday ,, as he is older than your whole family lineage ,, but he does make somewhat of an effort to celebrate with you

• he'd stick to small things ,, like wishing you a happy birthday and maybe taking you to somewhere via ground bridge

• he'd take you to cities and out to dinner ,, using a credit card he happened to snag from soundwave ,, who happened to snag from a rich man ,, its a long story

• the mech wouldnt mind taking a day off for you ,, though its rare he actually commits to it ,, but he also takes it as an opportunity to learn more about you and your world

• also so he can search for any other cybertronian relics anywhere ,, but he mostly spends his time hanging out with you

• shockwave also tries human food with you ,, from different sweets to meals ,, he does find the different tastes and textures interesting since hes had only energon for his whole life ,, but he also enjoys himself ,, its different and unique ,, a delicacy if you wish

• he'd take you to a few stores and let you buy what you want ,, not bothering at all to judge your tastes ,, whether they be new clothes or small trinkets to maybe even more sweets

• if he takes you to the beach ,, he would participate in activities there with you as well ,, whether it be just swimming around in the waves or resting under the sun

• or if its an amusement park you wanted to go to ,, he'll ride the rides with you ,, though he does get a little dizzy afterwards

• when its time to return to the nemesis ,, he deactivates his holoform and scoops you in his servos ,, taking you to his habsuite instead of his lab like usual

• by then ,, itd be near midnight ,, the two of you exhausted from the day you had ,, yet enjoying each other's company up to the last minute

• laying on his back ,, with you cuddled up in blankets and pillows ,, he'd run his digits through your hair as he watched you

• with a final " i love you ,," from the mech ,, you'd be able to sleep comfortably during the night ,, on top of shockwave's warm body ,, as he usually heats himself up during the nights so you wouldnt freeze ,, and in your beloved's hold

#transformers x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #tfp x reader #🌌.tfp #shockwave x reader #shockwave #tfp shockwave #tfp shockwave x reader #🌌.shockwave #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #transformers prime shockwave

[princelylove]

Time escapes Leone.

To say ‘escape’ is to say he once had a firm grip on it. Perhaps it would be better to say it evades him.

No, it vexes him. It hinders him, it goes out of its way to torture, no, to torment him. Leone feels time slip through his fingers- sand pools in his palms, and despite his efforts, it still finds a way to slip out. The sand never gets under his nails, never makes its home in the cracks of his hands, it only appears and disappears. 

He’s had that dream for as long as he can remember. The ending has never changed. He suffocates under the sand, and yet he clings to it- it’s better if he can just hold on, he thinks. 

Anything before his… ‘incident’ is blurry. He’s tried to go back, but Moody Blues plays nothing but static. Even his own stand hates him, it refuses to obey him, refuses to play anything he wants to see. 

Nobody wants to see the moment their beloved decided to leave them. Nobody wants to see how assured they were, how their shoulders released so much tension the second they got out. It’s all the damn thing will play.

Moody Blues whirs as the scene- the same fucking scene- plays. Leone’s always hated the lack of emotion in Moody Blues- its face is empty, without any distinct features besides from the ridge of its nose, and its soulless eyes. Of course Leone’s stand would look soulless. The only real feature is the screen on its forehead, the number is overkill at this point. Who cares about the time you left him? He doesn’t plan on making a countdown or celebrating the anniversary down to the millisecond. Yay, my darling left me in three, two, one, happy divorce! 

A better term would be ‘breakup’ but Leone thinks ‘divorce’ is less embarrassing, somehow. It’s more mature. ‘Breakup’ makes him feel like a teenager getting dumped for the first time. He’d drink about it then, he’d drink about it now.

You probably preferred me when I was gentle. That’s why you left. Because I was a brute that couldn’t keep it in his pants, couldn’t say the right things, couldn’t keep you happy… 

Leone takes another swig from the bottle on his lap, and instead of a familiar splash as he puts the bottle back, he’s met with silence. Two down, however much is left in the cabinet to go.

I thought you liked my voice. Thought you liked deep sounds because it reminded you of me. God, that’s moronic… 

He pops open his second- or maybe fourth, he’s not sure, bottle of wine. He’s been drinking water too, not that he deserves it, but wine has always been here when nothing else has. 

Are you claustrophobic…? It’s not like I kept you in my room, you could go anywhere but his room or the balcony.

The first sip is always the best, his lipstick often ruins the bottle- why he doesn’t just pour it out into a proper glass is obvious, a brute like him doesn’t deserve the privilege of a real glass. He doesn’t want to defile it like he’s done to you- although he’d use the word desecrate. 

Don’t you enjoy confinement? Don’t you enjoy not thinking all the time? I would’ve killed for a situation like that when I was younger.

He fumbles with the bottle, and drops it. The wine spills all over his legs and the nice rug under him. There’s a little left in the bottle- it’s salvageable, in Leone’s eyes, he immediately takes a sip of what’s left of it- but he gets off of his ass to clean it up. 

God. He’s not a good caretaker, can barely take care of himself. No wonder you didn’t wanna stick around. Stupid to think you’d want a guy like him to take care of you, to do the thinking, can barely stand up by himself without wobbling like an idiot.

It takes a while to clean up his mess. Leone takes the opportunity to wash his face- rinse, really, the makeup didn’t come off at all- and spends the next couple of minutes staring at himself in the mirror. Pathetic man…..

Once he’s done treating the rug, he goes into his kitchen, and just sort of stares at the wine cabinet. It’s empty. His last chance at relief, and he wasted it. God must think this is all just a big joke. 

#yandere leone abbacchio #my little punching bag of a man #tiny drabble for the soul

[bengiyo]

The Eighth Sense Eps 5 & 6 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Ae Ri and Yoon Woon moved to MVP statuses in this show for the earnest friendships they're building or built with Ji Hyun and Jae Won respectively. Tae Hyung continues to be a pain in my ass as he and all the friends try to force Jae Won back with Eun Ji. Eun Ji is also aiming to end up on the same list as Plern Pleng with her behavior at the bar and grill Ji Hyun works at. Finally, Ji Hyun continues to rewire Jae Won with his directness and kindness. The chemistry and tension between the two of them is compelling.

Episode 5

Ae Ri is being shady. I love it.

Of course they would reference one of the few Park Chan-Wook films I haven't seen. Now I need to rush off to watch I'm a Cyborg, But That's Okay (2006).

I don't normally celebrate delinquency, but I also think Ji Hyun needs to live a little bit.

Yoon Won is a real one for making sure they properly lie to their teacher.

Oh look at Jae Won looking back.

I love Ae Ri. Ji Hyun needed a friend to push him to try new things. This shopping trip is fun. She's also right that he should stop being so self-conscious.

I am also like Ji Hyun when we need to take all these photos of food.

All this stress about a phone call is taking me back. Still, even on the phone you can feel the energy between these two.

I want Yoon Won to roast Tae Hyung more.

Ji Hyun better be careful about the honorifics in front of the seniors.

Whoa, what was it about the mention of a sibling that sent Jae Won over the edge like that. Ji Hyun reacted quickly to steady him.

I always get worried when characters binge drink. Did Jae Won have a sibling die or get disowned for failing to live up to the family standard?

I hate Tae Hyung. Why can't he take care of his "friend"?

Oh, there's a likely-dead, beloved little brother. That's especially sad. I really hope the brother didn't drown.

"Kids only go to the beach to get hot or to heal."

Episode 6

Jae Won needs to relax a bit for sure.

Ji Hyun is cute. I would also give him things. However, I would not plug free USB sticks into anything.

Jae Won how you just gonna claim him as your boyfriend to a stranger like that? Love the confidence though!

Love that he gave them a trot songs mix.

Jae Won being coy with Ji Hyun about essentially wooing him is strangely charming.

Ji Hyun is the most valid boy in all of BL for not wanting to have sand making him itchy.

Oh, are we sharing boy scout trauma now? I don't think I want to share mine on Tumblr.

This getting-to-know-each-other beach date is very well done.

Ah, the zoom in as Jae Won starts to reveal his truths worked really well.

We need to teach Ji Hyun that dick is abundant and low in value. I ain't sleeping exposed on the beach like this for any man.

I see this show wants to challenge the Eclipse with getting closer while pretending to sleep.

I'm really liking both leads and their characters a lot.

This kiss was difficult to film, but I really like the dialogue exchange with it.

Cuddling as foreplay? In my BL?? More likely than you think!

That bed scene was very sensual. I enjoyed it.

Oh, please don't leave us in limbo like this for a week!!

This show is incredible. Truly a special show airing right now. Feels like the Korean response to ITSAY and reminds me of other favorites from queer cinema.

#the eighth sense #korean bl #bl series #Ben watches

[jerzwriter]

Starstruck

So I saw something on Instagram today... and it immediately inspired this... I hope you enjoy it.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey Carrick (F!MC)

Category: Insta Edits/Text Fic/Brief Dialogue

Rating: Teen + (Suggestive, not explicit)

Summary: Tobias is a keynote speaker at a conference in Ashville, NC. Casey decides to join him and make it a quick getaway. While there, Casey is convinced she is seeing starts... Tobias is convinced she's losing her mind. (Celebrity sighting, but they're not getting Homesick...)

A/N: More notes at the end, but this had me flipping out! lol Participating in @choicesjunechallenge - vacation

(Casey is returning to Tobias in their private sauna after a quick trip to the ladies' room)

"There you are! I was about to send out a search party for you."

"Sorry, hun... but I had to do a little snooping."

"Snooping? At the Sauna House?"

"YES! You're never going to believe who is here!"

(Tobias rolls his eyes.) "Last night at dinner, you were certain you saw Harry Styles..."

"That man looked just like Harry Styles! But this time, I'm not wrong!"

"OK. I'll bite. Who did you see, baby?"

"Noah Kahan! Noah Kahan is here! Now, let's wrap up here so I can go meet him!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... slow down! First, we have another 20 minutes. I'm not rushing anywhere. Second, I'm pretty sure Noah Kahan is NOT here."

"HE IS! I saw him! I know who he is, Tobias! I've been crazy about him since Busyhead...."

"Since what?"

(Casey sighs.) "BUSYHEAD! It's one of his albums, T! He did have music before Stick Season."

"Really? I wouldn't know that, considering you have Sticks Season playing on loop 24/7."

"Interesting conversation, bro, but get dressed. We need to find Noah."

"Wait.. BRO? Casey, your obsession with this man is beginning to concern me."

"Tobias, I'm SERIOUS!"

"YEAH! So am I! Just... come on... humor me?"

"OK, but I'm rubbing this shit in when this is last night's Harry Styles sighting all over again."

(No sighting... they return to finish the infrared room.)

NEXT MORNING:

A/N 2: So I log onto Instagram today, and I see my beloved Katrina Bowden and my beloved Noah Kahan were BOTH at the Sauna House in Ashville today. WHAT THE FUCK ARE THE CHANCES OF THAT HAPPENING. I know this should mean nothing to a normal person, but y'all know I'm not normal... so I put this together at once. Yep, my girl is a big-time Noah Kahan Girlie (just like her creator! lol)

Thanks for indulging my madness.

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Hello!

So I just realised about 300+ people decided to follow me and, I suppose, read my stories? And 300 is such a small number but to me it's surreal that so many of you want to read what I write!

So I thought I'd introduce myself a little, just to be polite you know, and be like those author blurbs they put on the inside flap of books. So read on if you want to know more about me and my writing, or just keep scrolling if you'd rather I remain a redheaded mystery with a thing for Frankie Morales.

Also, chapter 16 of The Pilot and his Girl will be posted tomorrow, it just needs another round of editing.

Also, again, this got long, so if you can't be bothered reading all my ramblings below the cut, I totally understand. I have a habit of getting wordy....

So, I'm in my 40's and I've been writing for most of my life, starting with embarrassing little short stories in adorable misspelled fashion when I was just wee. I aspired to be a journalist and then went on a completely different tangent career wise, ending up with a PhD in an area I no longer work in (fifteen years of higher education never to be touched again but you definitely want me on your team in a pub quiz!). I have vague memories of writing fan fiction in my early 20, I think? (I'm old, give me a break). But I only got back to it late last year as a way to kick start my imagination and discipline around writing again. I needed a creative outlet and writing is something I always enjoyed and found easy to do.

I live in England, in the amazing but fucking expensive city of London. I look pretty much like my profile picture, only more wrinkles and maybe a bit of silver in all that gingerness. I'm a very good cook and baker (Pedro, I'll teach you how to cook any day!) and I'm married to my very own sweet Latino man. He's not called Frankie but he does call me cariño. I have big chunk of family in Sweden and I speak a little bit of Swedish (it's actually where I am right now, we're over here celebrating midsummer).

I started writing fanfics for The Boys fandom and Karl Urban as I was binging the whole show after finishing season 4. Then I stumbled into the Pedro Pascal fandom as I watched The Last of Us.

TLoU has a very special place in my heart. I've been gaming since my early teens and bought a Playstation 3 after saving for months, my first console after playing on PC for years. When TLoU came out in 2013 I bought and played it straight away and I, like so many others, had an experience playing it. It's the only story, in any medium, that's made me cry after just 10-15 minutes of game play. The scene were Sarah dies, still gets me every time. And the rest of the game...I turned up at work the next week in a daze, just needing to tell people about this incredible story and experience I'd had. It was like no other game I'd ever played, before or since. And I've replayed the game about once a year since 2013. Back then, that kind of game was totally unique, there was nothing like it. Some games had explored stronger story telling elements, but not on this level, nothing came even close to creating such a bond between gamer and characters. Now days we're spoiled by powerful storytelling in video games, in 2013, The Last of Us was totally unique (sorry, I'm blabbering, but I could go on at length about TLoU and the impact it had).

So when I heard there was talks about turning into a tv-series, I was scared. Really worried. The gaming community have seen so many horrendous adaptations of video games, my beloved Assassin's Creed was butchered in 2016. But then I heard Pedro Pascal had been cast as Joel and I was carefully hopeful, and then Bella Ramsey as Ellie and I got really excited. I'd seen them both in Game of Thrones, both of their performances sticking in my mind. I even remember reading about Pedro being cast in GoT and looking him up and being disappointed because he looked nothing like I'd pictured the Red Viper when I read the books. But then he just swanned in and crushed it, he was so damn good, he won me over straight away. I can't imagine anyone else playing Oberyn.

And then of course, the first few trailers of TLoU dropped and we got glimpses of the show and I remember texting my equally TLoU obsessed friend and we squealed in delight at how good it looked! And the first time I heard the clicker sound....I shuddered, it was a very real physical reaction. If I'd been on the actual set and heard it, I think I would've run a mile.

And then, as I was still writing The British Connection, a fic set in The Boys fandom, I watched Triple Frontier, and, like so many others, fell hard for sweet Frankie Morales. So jumping the gun a bit, I decided to write something with him, just a drabble, to get used to writing him and to write in the Reader insert format. But it kind a grew in scope and when I had the idea of sticking him and the rest of the Triple Frontier boys into TLoU universe I knew I had to create something bigger.

Looking back I would've made the story tighter, less lengthy, had I known from the start that's where it was going to go. But part of the fun of fan fiction is posting as you go, I think. I get feedback from you guys and it makes me think of other elements to add to the story. There isn't always a set road map for how a fic is going to develop.

If you've made it this far, congratulations and thank you, I'm impressed you read all that rambling from some stranger on Tumblr! The Pilot and his Girl has a set plan now, I have chapters drawn up and although I'm not sure how many chapters I'm going to end up with, I know where the story is going. You'll find out what's happened to Pope, Will and Benny. And Joel and Tommy will of course come back to the story later on. There will be more trauma and angst as the story continues but there will be a happy ending, of sorts, in the end.

And again, thank you all for reading, commenting and reblogging! I love you all!