#the second he switched off crumb i left

[apollos-boyfriend]

WYM CRUMB AND JORDAN ANNOUNCER WHATS GOING ON,,

there’s like voice packs for twitch rivals??? i think they had them pre-record voice lines where explanations and overlays would go. there’s a choice for a crumb one (which 5up and sniff have selected) and a jordan one (which purpled has selected) as well as a few other ccs!!

#muse talk #microwaved-dirt-block #i THINK purpled went with jordan in the end #the second he switched off crumb i left #i NEED to hear this

[bby-deerling]

one piece men: when you're jealous (vol. ii)

more jealousy headcanons! these are also a bit suggestive (mainly kid's part) so beware! cross guild is next >:^)

ft. luffy, ace, kid

vol. i (zoro, sanji, law) || masterlist

luffy

a chance meetup with the kuja pirates has soured your mood as you watch luffy and hancock from afar. the food is far more mesmerizing to him than she is, but the way she purposely keeps you apart from your partner; as you hear her swoon again about the prospect of marriage, you sigh and hang your head.

luffy is the type to notice something is wrong and ask about it, forcing you to fess up about how you're feeling to him. he doesn't understand why you're so worked up about hancock's doting over him; after all, he's with you and not her! if you bring it up with him, he will giggle and laugh before ruffling your hair and telling you not to worry so much about something stupid.

pointing out the way she excludes you prompts him to either confront her, making hancock flustered as she tries to defend herself good luck, she's even more angry at you now, or just shoehorns you into any conversation that he's in by force. he loves you and doesn't want you to feel left out!

telling him you're jealous will make him be more physically affectionate, pulling you close and looping one of his arms multiple times around your waist while he shoves food into his face with the other. expect sloppy kisses that leave crumbs on your cheek. (he will lick them off, don't worry!)

ace

you're no stranger to the amount of heads that ace turns, but the familiarity of it doesn't dull the pain. he's beautiful, polite, charismatic, and kind; it makes him a magnet, and sometimes he can't separate himself from the pull. he was supposed to bring your drink back ages ago, but two women hang on his arms at the bar—that is until he falls asleep and slumps over onto the ground.

when ace wakes up, he is all smiles upon noticing he's curled up in his own bed on the moby dick; his grin falls when he sees you're clearly upset with him. at first he thinks it's because you and marco had to go to the trouble of dragging him back to the ship, but he can't help but laugh when you tell him it's because you were jealous.

he insists he was only being friendly, and that he was really going to be right back with your drinks, but you accuse him of liking the attention and he can see the hurt and sense of rejection brimming in your eyes. he knows what it's like to feel unwanted, and switches gears as he focuses on reassuring you.

ace pulls you under the covers and smothers you face in kisses, whispering soft apologies as he slowly makes your anger fade away. he may be a bit too friendly at times, but the affection he seeks from you is all he needs to keep his heart full.

kid

it was bound to happen at some point; he was the supernova with both the largest bounty on his head and the largest ego. you knew he was a flirt, but you had been at sea since the start of your relationship, and nearly forgot about the womanizer he becomes the second he gets a single crumb of attention. killer says to let it go and give him hell later, but the way that woman is draped across his lap makes you want to bust his nose up so hard it breaks back to it's natural position.

be prepared to either fuck or fight—they're the only two options here. confronting him only results in him asking you why you weren't on his lap to begin with; if he really wants to rile you up, he'll tell you if you snooze you lose. he's a jerk about it, but the way you're getting possessive riles him up and makes his focus shift solely on you.

if you choose to fight with him, he won't step out—he's lost interest in flirting and has a sour taste in his mouth now—and will probably follow you back to the victoria punk, arguing with you the entire way. both of you refuse to sleep elsewhere, and end up having the worst rest of your life, backs turned to each other as icy tension hangs in the room. in the morning, he rolls over, drapes his arm around you, and grumbles a sorry, won't do it again in your ear as he kisses your cheek.

if you choose to work out your problems in bed, he's relentless about teasing you for being jealous. it strokes his ego to be wanted, and seeing you mewling as you fall apart around him after being so full of fire and fury does something to him. afterwards, he promises you that he won't flirt again, but makes you promise to hang by his side next time instead of drinking in the corner with killer.

#one piece x reader #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x you #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace x you #eustass kidd x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x you #one piece headcanons #one piece scenario #one piece fanfiction

[atticsandwich]

out of focus, eye to eye

pairing: beelzebub / gn! reader (mc)

fluff, the slightest of tension, food + you = a happy demon

The times Beel shows his love for you, not through words, but in the little things you didn't think he would notice.

(He does.)

happy birthday beel and belphie 🥹 i only had enough brain juice to write for one twin, i'll make it up to you soon bel, i promise

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11:59.

You didn't usually crave for something to eat at the dead of night, especially with how hearty some dinners at the House of Lamentation can be. Today was no exception; Leviathan as the designated cook of the day laid out an entire spread of dishes from an anime he's been watching recently, his dedicated effort paying off with an across-the-board commendable feast.

Really, you had no business still being hungry after everything you ate, but your growling stomach commands otherwise.

"There should still be some leftover doughnuts from yesterday..." you think to yourself as you close the door of your room. Thankfully, the kitchen's right next door, but that also means you immediately notice the tell-tale signs of a very awake, very hungry demon.

"There goes my doughnuts..." a tragedy, considering nothing is safe when the Avatar of Gluttony is in one of his midnight fridge raids.

"Hm? Oh, you're awake. Were you hungry too?" you must've been standing there for quite a while now for Beel to notice you, as he waves and motions for you to come closer.

"Sort of, yeah," you reply, walking to his side. "Got anything for me?"

Wordlessly, considering he just shoved an entire cupcake in his mouth— sorry Asmo— he points to a familiar box towards the side.

"...Doughnuts? I thought you've eaten them by now," you say, pleasantly surprised. Taking the box from the fridge, you take a seat by the demon's side. Upon opening, you notice that although it was indeed already eaten from, two of the same ones were left as is.

"Hm...? These are..."

"They're your favorite kind, so I made sure to save them for you," Beel says it so nonchalantly, immediately resuming his fridge raid, but you can't help the butterflies that start twirling in your belly, hunger almost dissipated.

Taking a bite, you finally relish in fulfilling your sudden craving. A few more and half a doughnut's left, and you realize that Beel switched to looking at you eat, a fond smile in his face. You couldn't help but fluster at the attention, averting your gaze away from his.

"...You have some crumbs around your mouth," before you could say anything in reply, he takes his thumb and wipes the side of your lip, his eyes on you the entire time. You muttered a shy 'thank you' before he takes his own thumb to his mouth, clearing off the crumbs that were on yours.

"...Mmm, I get why they're your favorite. It's really good."

—

Lunchtime at R.A.D can sometimes be a life-or-death affair, especially when the cooks decide to put their best foot forward for the day. Today was one of those days— with a today's menu spread rivalling that of Ristorante Six, you can almost feel the overflowing anticipation seconds before the bell rings.

5 seconds...

At this point, nobody's listening to the professor, but the fidgeting figures of students eager to dash out is quite a sight.

3 seconds...

Being human meant being at a disadvantage, you thought. Yes, your magical prowess is pretty prominent, but the average demon can still physically overpower any regular human.

1 second...

"Hey, did you want to eat out for lunch today?"

Beel's voice overtakes the blaring of the lunch bell, demons of all sizes rushing immediately towards the cafeteria. In the distance, you see Mammon's figure scrambling and slinking his way throught the crowd like a little snake— smart.

Yeah, there's no hope for you out there today.

"That sounds nice actually," you sigh wistfully. Maybe next time, after you get some wrestling pointers from Beel.

"Hell's Kitchen has some really good deals for lunch today, plus they have a new dish I really wanna try," you walk out the room with the demon, already daydreaming of his lunch spread.

"Don't worry. Next time, I'll carry you on my shoulders so we can run through the lunch crowd together," he must've noticed how you were staring at the cafeteria earlier. You gave him a reassuring smile, as if telling him you're fine.

"Thanks, Beel. But you're capable enough as is now, so... don't you want to try the chef specials today?"

"Well, yes, but I could always do that another time. I'd rather eat lunch with you," the earnesty in his voice gave you butterflies again, and you hope you're hiding how flustered you are now sufficiently.

"...I'd rather eat lunch with you too, Beel."

He hums happily in response, taking your arm on his own. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, and you give him a squeeze back.

—

Sorcerer training days with Solomon varied in difficulty each week; sometimes you two would simply brew a bunch of potions together, while other times he'd have you cast a variety of spells in succession, often resulting in you tiring out your magic reserves.

Unfortunately for you, today was spell day.

You almost always came home late during these kinds of days too— which meant dinner was usually done by the time you got home. You usually didn't mind, as it also meant the house was a lot more quiet, with the brothers all retreating to their rooms for their end-of-the-day routines. After grabbing a quick bite to eat, you head to your room, fully prepared to just collapse in bed.

Weird— was my room this tidy when i left this morning?, you wondered, but who were you to look a gift horse in the mouth? Your study area was organized, the room smelt like fresh linen and citrus, and your bed—

Ah.

Beel has his head laid on your mattress while seated on the floor, letting off the smallest of snores. You let out an endeared sigh, approaching the large demon, analyzing his face as he slept before you gently tapped his shoulders to try wake him up. The demon grumbles in response, eventually slowly opening his eyes. When he finally notices you, he opens them fully, before pulling you down for a hug.

"You're back," you can feel him smile in the embrace. Although tired, you try to return the hug as best you can.

"Were you the one who cleaned my room?"

"Yeah," he nods in confirmation. "You looked more tired recently, so I wanted to help out. But, uh... I think I got some crumbs on the floor from eating while I was waiting for you. Sorry..."

You laugh again, pulling the both of you up from the floor to sit on the bed.

"Thank you, Beel. That was very thoughtful of you," you give his nose a little peck, and it's adorable the way he hums happily in response, clearly content with your satisfaction (and kiss). You sometimes wonder what you did to deserve someone like Beel, but then again, if you told your younger self the life you're living now, you'd probably look at yourself crazy.

"Well, since you're already here and I woke you up, let's just sleep together," you suggest, patting on the opposite side of your bed as an invitation. It's amazing how those string of words instantly light up his face.

"Really?" he asks, although he's already walking to the other side of the bed, already accepting the invite.

Quickly changing into your sleep clothes, you dive into bed right next to him, his arms open and ready to slot you in. You fit in his hold just right, and you inhale the distinct scent of wood and vanilla— which, coupled with how one of his hand is softly stroking the back of your head, quickly lulls you into comfort, your eyes starting to droop.

"G'night Beel," you say, sleepily.

"Goodnight," he returns, before leaning down to plant a small kiss on the crown of your head, and another on your forehead.

As you finally succumb to the world of dreams, the last thing you hear a small hum and a whisper of "I love you."

Tomorrow, you'll say it back to him first thing in the morning.

—

tags: @insomniachox

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me x reader #beel x reader #beelzebub x reader #obey me nightbringer

[jayke0]

Let Me Help You, Pretty Boy

Pairing: Basil Stitt x afab reader

Summary: kinktober day 8, Cockwarming

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: cockwarming, grinding, dacryphilia, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of manipulation but in a good way, edging, rough, dom!reader, sub!basil, praise, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,636

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"Why do you have a bag on your head?" Basil jumps at the sound of your voice, quickly glancing up towards you like a deer in headlights.

All he's trying to do is collect his groceries from the floor, since he'd specifically directed the delivery guy to leave them outside, but he didn't expect you to come out of your apartment just at that moment.

"I got into an accident." He says bluntly, though you note the nervousness in his voice.

"Oh shit! I thought I hadn't seen you in ages… Are you ok?"

'Obviously not, you idiot, he's wearing a bag over his head.' you think to yourself, but still allow him time to answer anyway.

"Uhhh... yeah... yeah! I'm fine." His tone seems to switch from anxious to confident in a second, which only makes you more concerned.

"Basil—"

"I'm fine, thanks! See ya—" he scurries back inside his apartment, slamming the door in your face and leaving you in the silent hallway. He stands with his back against the door for a little while, waiting for you to hopefully piss off and leave him and his bag to himself, but as he peeks through the peephole, he's faced with your eyes glaring at him. The sight makes him jump back a little; can you see him? No, you're not a superhero, maybe you just know him that well—

"Open the door, Basil, let me help you, I can help you." You say as you cross your arms over your chest.

He finds his hand moving to open the door for you, almost subconsciously, and he pokes his head round through the gap, "Alright... but I'm not taking the bag off, so don't try!" He wags a finger at you before stepping aside to let you in.

'Bingo, got him'.

You hide the smirk that threatens to break across your face and scoop up the groceries. "Lemme put these away for you, yeah?"

Basil sheepishly nods and returns to his place on the couch, chomping on the final bit of pizza he had left in the pizza box "Make yourself a drink or... whatever."

"Mmm... so what happened? If you don't mind me asking." You grab yourself a soda and wipe the couch of crumbs, sitting down next to him.

He glares at you, eyes crinkling a little in almost... disgust? Did the question make him uncomfortable?

"I-I'm sorry, that was forward of me, please—"

"You got sauce on you." His finger gestures to a stain on your shirt, and you think about how thick it is, how thick they'd feel inside you.

"Ohh," you laugh a little too hard, "it's alright, it's an old shirt." You forcefully laugh again, your hand landing on his thigh 'accidentally'.

You hear him audibly draw in a sharp breath "I got shocked— attacked!— uh..." His brain misfires as he stares at your hand. Even before the accident, he hadn't slept with his girlfriend in months, so someone's hand on his thigh is enough to make his mind wander. The bag makes everything worse, the heat from his breath makes his face flush and his forehead sweat.

"You poor thing." You frown, it's genuine concern; you feel bad for your neighbour, and whatever face threatening accident that happened to him.

The bag crinkles as he nods at you faintly "Mhm... hurt a lot," his eyes rake over your body, "but I'm brave."

What the fuck is he talking about? He wants to face plant himself, wants the ground to swallow him up whole and save him from his own terrible attempts at flirtation.

You giggle though, the sound making his chest... and something else, swell.

"I'm sure you are Basil." You find his stupidity endearing for some strange reason and you lean forward a little towards him "I think I know how I can help you, will you let me?" You purr.

The man nods almost instantly like he read your mind. You notice how his eyes frantically work over your body in hopes his sheer will power will undress you alone.

You slink towards him until you're close enough to crawl into his lap, warranting an audible groan from him as his hands eagerly find their way to your hips to grope the flesh. As you grind down, you feel that he's already half hard.

"Fucking hell, when was the last time you got any?" Another moan is driven out of him at the mild degrading, resulting in an idea popping into your head and a smirk replacing your smile.

Your hands work on getting his slacks undone, delving into his boxers after having done so just to feel his cock hardening in your palm. "Fuck, fuuuck your hands are so smooth." He whines, knowing his hand will now be no use to him after feeling yours wrapped around him.

"Yeah? Well, wait till you feel my cunt."

You're pretty sure that Basil almost comes at that, his hips bucking wildly and making his cock bob in anticipation. "You're gonna let me fuck you? Shit I just thought you meant a blow job."

Another chuckle leaves your lips before you sit back on his knees to remove your jeans expertly, your underwear following soon after. As you hover above him you can feel the tip of his cock throbbing against your lips and begging to be plunged inside you, his eyes telling the same story.

In one go, you sink down on him, the idea of cockwarming that mother fucker being arousing enough for your hole to open and take the girth of him in. It's a stretch in all the best ways, and basil's blissed face and noises only proves that this was totally the right idea.

He goes to lift you off of him again, but you push your hips down to stay firmly seated on him, clenching enough to make him gasp. "Oh, you wanna do it? That's ok, you do it, ride me."

You tut in response.

"No, I want you to take the damn bag off of your head," You look at him sternly. "Please Basil, let me see you."

You can't see it, but you can hear his eyebrows raise under the coarse paper, though you're unsure if it's in anger or in compliance. Your question is answered when he makes a small noise, a sound similar to a sob.

"I can't, you'll run away..."

"Basil—"

"No." he whines and thrusts his hips up, only to feel you clench on him harder and dig your nails into his soft arms, the action tugging a sob from his chest. "Please just fffffucking ride me." He slurs, but you can hear a cadence of sorrow in his voice as you notice the tears welling in his eyes.

"Oh, you poor man," your hands cup his face… or atleast the paper. "I promise I won't... plus it'd be kinda hard for me to do so anyway, you're basically impaling me."

You grind your hips back and fourth on him just slightly.

"Show me that pretty face, Basil. I always thought you were handsome anyway to be honest, should've fucked you sooner—"

The man bucks his hips again with a louder whimper before holding his hand over your eyes. You let him do what he needs to as you hear paper crinkling and he carefully removes his hand.

The tears are now falling down his cheeks, making the stretched and burnt tissue on his face glisten. Carefully, you rest your hands on his skin, tracing the scars with your thumb.

"Basil, you're still so fucking handsome, such a pretty boy." You smile, the only negative thought you have about his face being: 'fuck, that must've hurt'.

He seems to sigh in relief as the tears keep streaming, his chest rising and falling as he hiccups and chokes on his words.

"It's ok, pretty boy, you don't need to say anything, lemme do it for you." Your hand runs through his messy curls before you lift yourself off of him and sink back down, prying a specifically loud moan from your own lips. "God, I wanna cock warm you more, I can feel you twitch and throb, you like me doing this to you baby?"

Basil nods frantically and leans forward to wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your chest as he continues sobbing a little, though now his cries are mixed with moans.

Your hips work on him fast, switching between barely grinding and bouncing up and down on him, making sure to stop whenever he sounds close.

"Pl—ease let me cum, please. Fuck I wanna cum in you so bad." Basil begs, his grip around your body now tight and constricting.

"Ok baby, show me how you like it."

Basil moans— well, wails as he starts pounding into you from underneath, drilling into you so perfectly that it takes your breath away and makes you see stars; he certainly hasn't forgotten how to fuck.

It's only a few more thrusts before he's coming undone inside you and shooting hot white that paints your insides, his moans sounding less sorrowful and more relieved now.

You stroke his hair and face and let him calm down, wiping away the wetness on his face. "Good boy, you're so good for me Basil, fuck you're amazing."

Another whimper from the man.

"Now, you gonna help me finish too?"

He nods eagerly, already addicted to you and your pussy. "Of course. Let me help you."

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

Tagging people: @cowboymarcs @sad1st1c-wh0re @poopoobuttsy @boredzillenial @mllover260 @simpforbritgents @saevenswelt @partssoldseparately @keira-kaz2y5 @theincredibleinkspitter @l-lune @red-hydra @queerponcho @summonthesoups @motleyfolk @steven-grants-world @ominoose

#basil stitt #basil stitt smut #basil #lightning face #lightning face smut #oscar isaac #kinktober

[sadtonight]

"...pizza time"

Summary: you craved pizza at ludicrous hour so you dialed nearest 24/7 pizza house. Alas when you took the first bite, the lights lit up in the kitchen. You were caught red-handed by someone...!

Characters: first year students;

Warnings: unhealthy food practices (guilty....), reader is gender neutral, reader is from the same dorm as the boys, could be viewed platonic or romantic;

Side notes: it's freaking 3 am, gosh...but I finished it quicker than I expected, ha! I love tasty food if you couldn't tell. Shout-out to my hometown pizza house chain, you are always staying in my heart 💙

Ace

— just as your eyes adjusted to sudden brightness, you immediately identified the person standing at the doorway near the light switch but it didn't really elevate your panic. No, in fact the feeling turned into chagrin upon casting a look at the witness's face: it was Ace;

— you would not feel so down if he came at any hour except for this one, precisely because you were in a predicament which red eyed male undoubtedly would use to his advantage;

— you froze at place whereas Ace approached the kitchen counter where flat cardboard box was laying, took a slice of a still hot pizza and bitten off half of the piece all the while making complains about you not informing him about ordering pizza but not ever once asking why doing so in the dead of night;

— he ate another two pieces murmuring word "yummy" and clasped his hands together to get rid of crumbs. Ideally, your dormmate going back to sleep was something you hoped to happen but despite your mental prayers to the Seven, Ace gave you a smile and expectant look;

— "Well, this was delicious but next time I'm choosing pizza, okay? Your treat of course, if you don't want to sleep hungry with a collar around your neck~" Ace cooed cheekily and left you alone with leftovers. Unsure if the defeat effected the food more than your mood, as it went cold by that time, you let out a sigh;

— now your head was stuffed with thoughts on how to get back at Ace instead of pizza in front of you, because extortion won't be only on his part. In the meantime you are deciding on which restaurant or café ginger was going to take you for the next few days when you cook up and execute revenge plan.

Deuce

— when the door opened, you accidentally crammed the whole pizza slice into your mouth while completely forgetting about about it being pipping hot, making you choke and tear up in seconds. Because of this, you couldn't let out any coherent sounds so instead it was half asleep Deuce who let a frightened yelp;

— poor boy have started loudly apologizing for interrupting without even realising what was he interrupting in the first place but you promptly gestured him to be quite by feverishly pressing your index finger to your lips and shaking your head to the sides;

— eventually, Deuce closed the kitchen doors so the two of you would not cause any more disturbance to the whole Heartslabyul dorm and, most importantly, its dorm leader;

— he apologized yet again but for another reason and quietly this time. He felt incredible guilt watching you look so miserable: sour expression and lowered shoulders, your tongue hurting from the burn and little to no desire to continue your night feast;

— blue haired boy promised to take you somewhere in order to make up for him startling you (there goes his allowance). It's just Deuce had unfortunately took up Ace's habit of eating at night so he wanted to grab a cookie and go back to sleep right away;

— that being said, he was still hungry, thus you let him eat a few slices because you wouldn't be able to taste the pizza or any food for a while anyways...

Jack

— today wasn't Jack's day at all: headache after headache. First he watered his potted cacti by mistake. Then some jerk yanked on his tail in the busy crowd and beastman tried chasing down the culprit only to be late for Crewel classes and getting extra work that held Jack back from his track club activities;

— and to add more annoyance first year forgot to take his water bottle since he was rushing to sport's field to do at least something. All of the incidents leading to Jack waking up in the middle of the night to get another glass of cool water from the kitchen;

— unlike other boys, wolf boy already knew by the scent alone that not only there was someone in the kitchen but they were also making or eating delicious smelling food which made it impossible to distinguish who was occupying the room;

— what Jack did not expect was to see you holding a slice of pizza tilted to the side and topping sliding off onto the floor while you locked eyes with his. You appeared to look like a deer caught in the headlights rather than his fellow dormmate;

— you gradually regained your composure and offered him some pizza to which weird out Jack refused. The scene that unfolded played before his eyes when he went back to bed, unanswered questions keeping him awake for some time;

— next morning beastman saw Ruggie poking around the kitchen in search of pizza leftovers for the reason that he stumbled upon pizza topping on the floor earlier, but Jack decided not to rat you out this time.

Epel

— ... this guy didn't even notice you initially. When you are lurking past beauty sleep hours you are bound to be quiet as a mouse and fully alert in case Pomefiore heads show up. If you are caught red-handed you have to either prepare an apology with explanation or make a run for it;

— in your case, you stopped on your tracks when you heard barely audible footsteps becoming increasingly louder. Panic shot straight into your limbs as you closed the box and run up to corner next to the door and held your breath. You weren't wolfing down a veggie salad after all!

— thankfully a mop of lavender hair came into view, it stopping before the fridge and getting some milk. Epel took a swing right from the bottle making you let out a snort that you tried to cover with your free hand;

— boy in question choked a little and instantly tore his face from the bottle with "what in tarnation?!", whirling his head in the dark towards your direction;

— you explained through your chuckles that you grew hungry and decided to get some fast food in spite of it being way past midnight;

— Epel grew curious as he has never tried real pizza before and only saw it in the commercials. You beaconed the boy to come closer and take a few slices when all of the sudden the lights switched on and all too familiar disapproving tsk tsk could be heard right beside both of you...

Sebek

— the loudest of them all! The whole dorm could hear half fae rushing in to investigate foreign sounds in the kitchen, sword and magic wand ready to strike the potential threat;

— Sebek felt relief and irritation wash over him simultaneously upon spotting you peacefully eating pizza. On the off chance he inquired if it was you going out through the main doors to get the delivery to which you replied positively;

— you see, it wasn't the first time something like that had happened, but it was instead with Lilia who often ordered food in the dead of night. This fact didn't convince knight in training to be more lax or loosen his guard but at least he stopped insisting on Malleus getting to safety each time Sebek suspecting danger;

— first year found your impromptu night snacking to be childish and got somewhat offended when you innocently suggested taking a slice;

— he can't be eating this unhealthy human food! He has to be in proper shape to serve his masters!! Although the smell and look of the dish was devilishly appealing, Sebek couldn't yield to mere fast food;

— ...the urge, however, was way stronger than half fae anticipated, making male retreat back to his room while munching the remains of tasty delicacy with the regret of not taking another piece lingering in the back of his mind.

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

[thirstnotes]

| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Four - Jealous Clark |

pairings: Clark Kent x AFABPlusSizedBlackReader x a little bit of some Bruce Wayne

warnings: more rambling, more thirst, a little bit of awkward, sass, attempts at humor, typos, language, morally gray Clark, jealous Clark

If you don't like it, don't read it. But a quick second for those of you that have hung in there with me this far: I appreciate the love and comments. Seriously, I thought this was gonna be a simple and silly thank you fic for @ramp-it-up--dope writer btw, go check her out when you get the time--who answered my asks in perhaps the best way possible, but it's turned into a chaos series of rambling thoughts and awkward thirst and ngl it's really fun writing a problematic Clark with an equally problematic reader.

In short: I don't think I'm much of a writer, and I promise ya'll that's okay, but thank ya'll for reading and liking and reblogging my raggedy nonsense anyway

(Also I don't write nearly enough to tag people or to do a tag list, but I'll do it just this once bc I never got that kinda request before. Here you go, @glitterandgoldfinds 💖)

“I heard you and Y/N are dating?”

Clark smirked, dusting bagel crumbs off his shirt as he finished his breakfast. “Where’d you hear that?”

“I won’t even entertain the question.”

“Right. The award winning Lois Lane always has the story.”

There was a quiet pause on her end. It was a bit hard to discern as he tried to tune out the bustling sounds of the coffeehouse around him. From the sound of it, she was making coffee. He finally picked up on her laughter approaching the phone. “You should do my PR.”

“Busy, unfortunately. Gunning for your job, in fact.”

She laughed again. “I can tell. Anyway, Luke tells me you’re gonna try the cooking class too?”

“Yeah we are,” he said, now picking out an assorted mix of your favorite donuts. He heard a lower tone in the background and a light smack that had her giggling. He rolled his eyes.

“Oooh we? Sounds kinda serious,” she hummed, giving him an invitation to volunteer more information.

“No comment.”

He heard a male’s voice in the background again. Obviously Luke. It was too distorted to understand, but he was certain it was annoying.

“Hmm,” she purred, sounding like she was following up with a small sip, “Maybe I should pump Y/N for the details.”

She wasn’t joking. She was almost as relentless and nosy as you were to get the facts.

You could definitely hold your own, but he just didn’t need the headache.

He paid for the donuts with a light laugh. “We just got started, I wouldn’t call the reverend.”

“No, but it’s kinda a huge scoop. Maybe I should make this the next cover story,” she taunted saucily, making him laugh a little louder.

“Hilarious. You know, jealousy’s not a good look on you, Lo’,” he sassed back, checking the time. She snickered on the other end.

“Not jealous, just surprised. Y/N’s a pretty hard sell. How’d you land her?”

He left and casually held the door for an elderly couple, eyes on your building two stoplights down. “Just. Lucky, I guess.”

Lois hummed in agreement. “You do have a flair for luck that I’ll never understand.”

He laughed, dipping his head modestly and picking out a table to sit at in the outdoor dining area. You probably weren’t awake just yet, as evident by your phone going straight to voicemail, so he decided to give it 30 minutes or so. “I guess it’s a matter of perception.”

“Clark...Mmh…Clark…”

He paused. It was a whisper. Your fevered gasps that pierced his ears through all the clamoring of the waking city. It was a cry for him. Falling from your lips. It switched something on in him.

“Mmh…yes. Please…I deserve it,” you groaned through needy gasps. What the fuck were you doing to yourself that had you sounding like that?

A soft vibration accompanied you and his mind nearly shut off. You were thinking about him...while you were...Fuck.

“So anyway, see you in class?”

He blinked, his thoughts interrupted. Lois continued on the other end, completely oblivious to any of it. Something about Luke’s pictures or some shit. He didn’t really care. Which was truly a first. He took a small breath.

“Yeah. Sorry. Signal broke up,” he lied, trying to gather his thoughts, “Call you back.”

"Everything okay?" she asked, a little concerned at his detached tone.

He snapped out of it, eyes falling to the stoplight that changed to red.

He licked his dry lips. He did need to stop.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just almost to her place."

"Ooooh, I see. Well don't let me hold you up."

He could've told her "It's not like that, I'm just bringing breakfast"

He could've worked it around to say "Nah, I like the company."

Anything that came out of his lips next would've been another step closer to stealing her away from her mediocre boyfriend

But instead

He exhaled a low, breathy laugh. "Thanks. Later."

He barely registered hanging up. You'd finished quickly, the soft puffs of your breath fading from his senses just as quickly as they came. That was a sucker punch to his health. He wondered if he could wager just a peek. Just one. Through a few thin walls.

He could just imagine you there, muscles still tense, gradually relaxing, honey-soaked thighs sliding down your sheets, your panties ruined--provided you were wearing any. He took a deep breath. Granted you were his girlfriend--fake or no--you were his friend first.

No peeking. Not yet anyway.

Your shower kicked on and he nearly audibly groaned. You were making it really hard to be a gentleman.

Impossible.

He let his morals slip a little as his view of your apartment faded to the interior, eyes curiously peering into your world. He'd never been up there before. Your decorations revealed a bit more to him than he knew. Your awards and achievements were framed above your work area. He’d recognized a good portion of them. From Fresh New Journalist, to Journalist of the year—two years in a row, around which were framed pictures of you with all the members of your team at some point or another.

It made him smile a bit when he saw that you actually saved the picture of the you and him after losing the office paintball game, both of you splattered with yellow. A color you sarcastically quipped complimented his eyes. His chest pounded when he thought about how cute you were, dusting paint out of his hair, standing on your tiptoes. Jokingly reminding him that it was his fault your position was given away because he was so damn tall. It made him laugh. You always made him laugh.

Shit.

Had it always been you?

No, he’d known Lois far longer, and was in love all the way. But somewhere along the line, you’d sneaked in and hit him with your jokes, your wit, your smile… Dammit Y/N.

Almost as if summoned, you emerged from your bathroom, wrapped in a towel and his eyes darkened a bit, sliding along your curves in the terrycloth.

He could feel his face heating up a bit; this was wrong. He knew that. But he was too curious to stop now. A bead of water caught his attention--a stray drop from your soaked curls that framed your pretty face as you rifled through your drawer. it ran down your chest in a jagged pattern before disappearing into the darkness of your cleavage.

This was so wrong.

You looked so content. So...satisfied. He felt his body tense when you loosened your towel, ready to drop it for the cute floral lingerie you'd pulled out. He swallowed heavily, his eyes dropping just as the towel fell from your chest.

He couldn't. You weren't his. Not yet anyway

Call him a bit of a sentimental sap, but he didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

He ran a hand over his face, glancing at his phone, trying to figure out how to proceed.

So eventually

There he was

Like a soothsaying sex goblin, he was standing in front of your building with donuts

You suddenly felt a wave of panic wash over you

Like if "I LOOK A MESS" was a feeling

Which. As far as you knew, it was, but you'd never say something so cliche aloud.

Besides, as far as effortlessly sexy went that morning, you were ahead of the game

Also you were too lazy to change. Clark was unexpectedly intruding into your space. He was just gonna have to deal

If you were petty, you'd admit that it was a great excuse to show him the ass he was missing out on bc the lounge shorts clinging to you right then were practically screaming "Lemme sit on that face for an hour or two"

But you weren't petty

"Oh wow, is this what they call a full service boyfriend?" you joked with a grateful hum, your interest fully directed at the donuts he'd brought.

Unfortunately, you missed the absolute shameless way homeboy took in your scent

Like he was smelling his favorite pastry

He couldn't understand it

He didn't wanna try

All he knew was that a new fixation was forming and unlike Lois, you were already half his

The sweet smell of something cinnamon-y wafted from you. Body wash or lotion or something. His eyes followed you as you strolled into your kitchen, and set the box down. Your hair was still a little damp, pulled back into a curly bun. Cute.

“Something like that. I thought I’d drive you to class to make up for last night."

“Oh yeah,” you remembered with a laugh, “Drunk texts? What were you up to last night?”

“It was a hell of a night, believe me,” he said, making his way to your sofa, seeming to want to leave it at that. As badly as you wanted to pry, you let it go.

“Well anyway, we don’t have class today.”

“Oh. Well what do you wanna do today?”

You gave him a strange look. “What? Offering to hang out with your fake girlfriend for the day? What happened to Take No Prisoners I’ll Take Your Girl Clark Kent?”

“He’s off for the day,” he said, rolling his eyes. He did that a lot with you. You laughed, successfully working his nerves.

“Damn. I was hoping to ask him for some pointers,” you said, sarcastically snapping your fingers. He eyed you as you moved past to clean your mess.

Damn you hit different in pajama shorts.

Focus, Clark. His eyes flickered to the television. Rather to the assorted bouquet on your television stand. It was rather extravagant, the stems and petals covering the edge of the screen obnoxiously. A gold card was in a black holder sticking out from it and he was curious about the sender.

“Pointers about?”

“I have an interview/dinner date with with Bruce Tall-Dark-and-Broody Wayne tonight and truth be known, my man’s kinda hot.”

If you only knew how broody he was, he thought to himself, feeling a familiar bit of nagging jealousy tugging at him. “He send the bouquet?”

“Yeah. Aren’t they gorgeous? Somehow he found out about my favorite flowers. The man’s mafia, I’m certain of it,” you joked, completely missing the pointed stare he was giving your flowers.

What do you know? Suddenly got an opening in my schedule

How about dinner, 8:00 at La Mercerie?

It paid to have X-ray vision.

In this case, though, it left a bad taste in his mouth. You were going out on a date with Bruce Wayne. What the shit?

“What's the story?” he asked patiently, his eyes plastered on the tv now, not registering a single bit of what was showing onscreen.

“The 30th annual Wayne Concert Commemoration? It’s one of the other stories that I got bumped to cover since you scooped me on the whole Nightwing thing, remember?” you said, feigning a bitter tone that made him smile again.

“All that salt’s gonna raise your blood pressure.”

You looked pleasantly surprised at the clap back, whirling to face him with your hand—and a soapy spatula—on your hips. So fuckin cute. “Okay. Farmboy’s got jokes. I gotchu next time, though. This story’s gonna be great.”

“I dunno. A concert story doesn’t sound too exciting,” he continued, a small smirk twitching at his lips. In truth, his emotions were swirling. If he didn’t joke, he might’ve actually have tried to convince you not to go.

“I’ll think of something. So watch your ass Kent.”

"I will," he resigned with a small smirk.

He’d much rather watch yours, to be honest, admiring the light way it jiggled when you shifted your weight to your other leg, your focus back on the dishes.

Fuckin focus, Clark.

Bruce Wayne was dangerous. In more ways than one. The Dark Knight persona was, of course, but somehow Bruce himself was even more dangerous. Bruce Wayne was a handsome billionaire. A playboy. Plus, for all the good he’d done, he was still a marked man with a hell of a lot of enemies. Enemies that would hurt you to get to him. Even if you were just a fling.

Which you weren’t gonna be. Were you? One of his knuckles popped. How long had his fists been clenched? His mouth went a bit dry again.

“Do you have something to drink?” he asked suddenly and you looked at him blankly. What were you thinking about? He’d obviously snapped you out of some deep thought. You always had that look when someone interrupted your train of thought at work. You were also usually kind of grouchy when that happened, but you just gave him a lopsided smile. Which somehow made it worse. Your good mood was beginning to bug him.

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry. Help yourself,” you said, nodding to the fridge. He tentatively did as he was told, spotting some sodas in the door and deciding to grab one. He needed a drink. Ideally one with a sting stronger than a Dr. pepper, but he’d just have to take the L. It wasn’t like he could get drunk anyway.

“I was just thinking,” you said, drying your hands on your towel.

Oh fuckin finally

He needed wanted to know what was swimming through that devious mind of yours

“We can go wander around the park a bit if you want. It’s right next to the shopping center, so I can pick up a cute outfit while I’m there. You know, multitask.”

“Works for me,” he said, pretending the soda is what gave him such a stale tone.

“Sweet, lemme go get dressed,” you said with a pleasant smile. He couldn’t lie, the sudden image of you slipping out of those clothes did flash across his mind multiple times that morning, and he wanted nothing more than to tell you to forget Wayne and stay in all night with your boyfriend.

Which he wasn’t

Not for real

But he was most certainly on your mind

He knew that much

It wasn't Bruce's name coming from your mouth

Yet...

(Part 5)

(Part 3)

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Chapter Nineteen (Part 2)

After we complete both films, we decide to watch something else. A non psychological thriller that perhaps, we won’t have to pretend to understand the plot this time.  

“Let’s not get too confident about our intelligence.” Jen says as she polishes off her fifth beer, and we agree to find something light and fluffy for film three. We’ve finished all of the crisps by the end of the first film, and by the end of the second we’ve had almost all of the beers too, but it’s impossible not to want another Corona when your mouth is so salty yet you’re unable to stop grabbing for the snack bowl. 

It’s been a long time since I was drunk around Jude and Jen, since the music festival, the place where I think we all did and said things that we regret, but it’s different now. We’re all two years older, and the experience of being drunk with them is more fun than it is anxiety inducing. Jen becomes a louder version of herself, like Jen with an exclamation point, making comments at everything that happens on screen and doing this hilarious snort laugh that I’ve never heard her do before. Jude becomes a bit undone the more he drinks, a looseness coming over all of him as he laughs along with her with his arm and head lolling over her lap. Still, despite this I notice that he’s careful not to direct any physical attention towards me and keeps his hands very chastely to himself as if trying to deliberately disprove Jen’s claims about how he’s liable to put them on me. At one point we accidentally touch feet and he switches positions on the floor so that there is a full metre between us.

After several minutes of aimlessly and tipsily messing around, we decide to watch something from Jen’s housemates DVD collection, Bridesmaids, a film none of us have seen yet, but have all heard it’s funny so it seems like the perfect remedy for our post-David-Lynch-film anxiety. At least, we agree, we’ll probably be able to understand what’s going on without googling it. 

Jude resorts to picking the smallest, most broken up crumbs from the bottom of the crisp bowl to eat as the opening credits roll, and Jen quickly snatches it from him. “I’ll get you more food if you want more food.” She giggles. “You’d swear you were being starved, Hang on.” And she leaves to go and fetch him something else from the kitchen cupboard. I snuggle back into the sofa and hold a cushion, feeling the same lovely, warm feeling I’ve come to enjoy so much from drinking. I can only see the silhouette of Jude’s head contrasted against the bright television screen, his neat little haircut, and for some reason I think it might be funny to jab my toe into the back of his neck in time with the drum beats of the Universal Pictures theme as it plays on screen. Letting my drunk, mischievous little demons win. 

“Oi.” He protests, and reaches out to grab my ankle. 

“Let go!” I cackle, trying to twist out of his grip but he’s a boy. He’s strong. He doesn’t let me go, and instead holds me steady so he can tickle the sole of my foot. I immediately start shrieking and writhing about trying to kick myself free. “Oh my god, stop!” I beg. “My feet are so ticklish.”

“This is what you get for poking your toes into my neck.”

“Jude!” With my free foot I shove his shoulder, but then he grabs that one too, and I’m left hopelessly giggling on the sofa when Jen returns with a bag of jellies. 

She smirks at us as she tosses them at his chest, and he has to release my ankles to catch them. “Are you enjoying the movie so far, lads?”

He rips open the bag and shushes her sharply. “Please, Jen, we’re trying to watch.” She plonks down on the sofa as the movie opens on a black screen, heavy breathing follows as we are thrown into a scene with Kristen Wiig and John Hamm in the throes of passion. 

“Ah Jesus.” Jen comments. “So classic, another one of these awful scenes.”

Jude offers me a jelly over his shoulder and I take one. A little red and yellow ring. 

“Another one?” I query.

“Yeah sure we were just talking about this recently, me and Jude. The way Hollywood does sex scenes is always awful. It’s like,” She gestures to the screen. “It never looks normal, it’s always just played up for comedic effect, like, do you know what I mean?”

“Kinda, yeah.” I say. “But I never really thought about it.”

“It’s alright to show egregious violence on film but it’s not okay to show ordinary sex, like they think it’d be too awkward if they made it look enjoyable.”

“This is a comedy film though, no?”

“Yeah but I mean in general. It pisses me off.”

“Hm. I suppose.” I bite my jelly ring in half as John Hamm does a ridiculous cross eyed face on the bed. “Like, they always make it seem like those women are having the time of their lives. She can’t be enjoying that.”

“No. I agree. Not with those moves.”

I laugh, feeling pleased to be genuinely qualified to participate in a conversation like this now that I’m miraculously not a virgin anymore. I attempt to say something a little bolder. “Right! Because like, it’s not that good, like it’s always a bit shit, they try to make it seem good on TV but it’s just not true.”

“Maybe, I dunno, I honestly wouldn’t know what it’s like for straight girls.” 

“Not as good as everyone wants you to think it is.”

“Isn’t the whole thing about it that it’s meant to be nice?”

I shrug. “It’s fine.” 

A laugh bursts out of her “Alright Evie.” She says, giving me a little incredulous side eye at the same time. “Who is it that’s been giving you a shite time?” 

I feel my face flush, but try to laugh off my embarrassment. “No! It’s like, it’s okay, but it’s not amazing is it? The literal sex is the part you just kind of… do it… do it for them, right?”

“Hmm… I don’t know if I’m exactly qualified to answer that.” She rakes her fingers into the top of Jude’s hair and gently pulls his head back so he’s looking up at her. “Judey, what do you think?”

“What do I think?” He repeats, his Adam’s apple visible under the taut skin of his throat. 

“Do you think girls are supposed to like sex?”

He laughs. “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never done it”

I feel as though I have to think extra hard to block any images from my mind at that moment that would allow me to think of him in ways that I’m certainly not supposed to. The existence of thoughts like these irritate me, like they just come on me without me meaning to, without me wanting them. I should be over this by now and yet… 

 Jen leans her head on her hand and regards me with a sly smile. “So who was it?”

“Who was who?”

“The unfortunate fella who’s awful in bed. Who was he?”

“Jen, so nosy.” Scolds Jude. 

“Oh come on, we’re all friends here.” She protests. “It wasn’t that Slim Shady looking fecker from your birthday party was it?” She’s grinning because she’s sure it isn’t, because to her the idea of me sleeping with someone like Dean is hilarious, something that would be a bit embarrassing for me to do, and once again I feel looked down upon and judged for my choices.  

“So?” I say defensively. 

“Wait.” She says, touching Jude’s shoulder. “Was this the same guy who ripped that empty baggie of coke open in front of you and licked out the residue on the inside?” 

“I…” He hesitates, eyes flashing briefly to mine. “I didn’t tell her that part.”

Jen covers her mouth. “Oh no!”

“It’s okay.” I say neutrally. “I don’t mind that, it’s fine.”

“Oh god, sorry.” She says, reaching out to touch my arm. “You’re not a thing though, right? Like surely it was just a kind of a fling thing, or?”

I sigh and glance away. 

“Ah you’re not going out with him.” She insists. “Hardly, with Aldi Eminem.”

I catch a smile cracking through on Jude’s face then, and his head drops down as he tries to disguise his laugh, and that’s it. I’ve had enough of being laughed at, no,  mocked by these two. I announce I’m going to the toilet and get up from the couch to walk away. 

“Oh, wait, Evie! I’m so sorry!” Jen calls after me, but I don’t look back. “Oh, it’s okay, Jen, don’t worry about it.”

Then once I’m in the bathroom I stare at my reflection, my shoulders heaving with each breath, my hot hands clinging to the sides of the porcelain sink so tightly that I know my knuckles must be white. Not only am I angry, I’m also fairly drunk. Not really a recipe for success. I try to take deep, meditative breaths but my furious thoughts keep on erupting through. How dare they. I think. They don’t even know him like I do. How can they just sit there and laugh at him to my face like I’m stupid for liking him. Do they think I’m stupid? Are the things I do just a big joke to them? 

It’s several minutes before I calm down a little bit, but still, the thing that rings most certain to me is that I no longer want to be here. I think about getting my bag and leaving, hoping maybe the long walk home will clear my head a bit. I can’t imagine anything worse than sleeping here, and then I open the door, and Jude is standing there, and I know there’s about to be a catastrophe. 

“Evie.” He says. “Are you alright? I’m sorry.”

I close the door behind me and step out into the kitchen with him, aware that Jen is still sitting in the other room so I will have to speak quietly. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not like I was laughing at you, I’d never, it’s just that thing she said took me off guard.”

“It’s okay, I get it, like, it’s really funny that I’m seeing Dean, right?” 

He sighs. “No, it’s not funny…”

“But what?” I prompt, because he looks like he’s struggling with whatever he really wants to say about it. 

“I’m just surprised by it.” He blurts out. “Why that guy?”

“Why him?”

“Yeah.”

“Why anybody? Why does it matter to you?”

His eyes slide over towards Jen on the couch, the dialogue in Bridesmaids louder than the volume at which we’re speaking to each other, but still, he’s hesitant to say another word. He reaches for the handle of Jen’s bedroom door and opens it. “Can we just talk about this in here for a minute?”

I shrug. “Yeah, whatever.” And I step inside the room ahead of him and flip on the light. The rain is hammering against the window now as the skies have split open and unleashed something like an apocalyptic rainstorm. Sheets of water are sloshing down the glass, each wet streak glowing with the city lights outside. 

Standing across from him with my arms crossed, I repeat my question to him as he shuts the door. “So? Why does it matter to you?”

He grimaces. “Isn’t he a bit of a weirdo?”

“No.”

“No?”

“You don’t know him.”

“You’re right, but I met him, and he freaked me the fuck out. There was absolutely nothing behind his eyes.”

“He was high, Jude, what do you expect?”

“It wasn’t only that though, he just gave me the creeps. His vibe was so off. Didn’t you ever feel it?”

“No.”

“Don’t be angry with me, I’m just-”

“What is it with you?” I demand. “Why do you get so involved in my life in this way?”

He pauses. “What do you mean?”

“I just want you to tell me why you care so much about who I go to bed with, or who I even choose to date, as if it’s any of your business, or actually, as if it even affects your life one tiny little bit.”

“It-”

“Actually, you’re being exactly the same way about Dean as you were about Liam.”

He blinks. “Liam?”

“Yes! For some weird reason you hated that I liked Liam. You were so horrible about him right from the start, like when you told me that stupid story about giving him fake weed, and made me feel embarrassed about fancying him, and the way you always talked about him like he was a total loser. Like, for what? What was the purpose of that? Just to poke your fingers around in someone else’s happiness and ruin it for fun?”

He looks incredulous. “Happiness? Come on, you didn’t fancy Liam.”

“I did!”

“You did not.” He insists, eyes wide. “He made you physically cringe! It was so obvious. Every time you were together and he put his hands on you you made this face like you’d touched wet food in the bottom of the sink. You were embarrassed to be around him long before I even told you that story.”

“I wasn’t, you got in the way! And now you’re trying to do the same thing with me and Dean. You can’t just back off and let me do what I want to do. And for what reason? It’s like, it’s not even like you have a clear motive. To me it just seems like you really like putting other guys down so that you come out looking better than them every time.”

“Fine, I was mean to Liam, and I regret that. We were fifteen when we gave him the fake joint, we were stupid children, but I’ve grown up since then. I never consciously drove a rift between you two, I don’t know, maybe he pissed me off a bit. Maybe I was jealous of him, but honestly I can’t really remember what I was thinking about that summer, I was a mess. But you didn’t fancy him, I’ll die on this hill.”

“You don’t know what I was thinking. He’s a nice person and I hurt him because of you.”

“Evie, Liam is fine. No doubt he hardly even remembers this. If it was because of me then it was because you let me ruin it. Subconsciously you wanted me to.”

I scoff. “Hardly. As if you were around us enough times to read all of that from us anyway.”

“Anyone can tell when a girl isn’t feeling it. I bet he knew it too.”

I hesitate. Liam did know. It was the whole reason for his frustration at me. 

“Look, this isn’t about Liam. I don’t want to talk about him.” He says, and takes a deep breath. “But Dean…”

I stare at him warningly. “Dean is none of your business.”

“No… I know, I just can’t explain the feeling I get around him, and the feeling I get from you. Something about it feels bad.”

“So you’re trying to ruin it based on, what, a vibe?”

“I am not trying to ruin it.”

“I don’t understand why you keep insisting on making things so hard for me. Let me date a bloody boy, who cares? Your life will be so unbelievably unaffected by this, just go back to Berlin and live your life and stop thinking so hard about mine.”

“I don’t want to stop thinking about yours, I care about you.”

I stand there staring at him, hands dropping to my sides and clenching into fists. My inbreath quivers with fury. “I am still so angry with you.” I say quietly. 

His face collapses in on itself a little bit, his inner eyebrows shooting up to create this desperately sad expression. “Why?” 

I say nothing, he already knows why. 

“If all this is about how I lost touch with you when I moved-”

“You didn’t even try to keep up with me. You gave me half hearted emails for like, three months, and even then your responses were so sporadic that you might as well have not bothered. So much for all that stuff you said to me at the festival about how you wanted to keep on knowing me, when actually, you didn’t care at all.”

“Of course I cared. I’m here now, I still care.”

“No, you know, I think you were messing with me the whole time. I think it was all about an ego boost for you, you wanted to mess around with my feelings, see what would happen if you flirted enough with the most naïve girl on the beach, break up her summer fling and see if you could get her to like you, just to prove that you could.”

“What?”

“And you’re still trying to do it, even now that you live in a different country you can’t surrender any control over my choices. You still see me that way, don’t you? Do you think it’s funny or something? Nobody else is allowed to have me, but you don’t want me either. You just want someone fawning after you and following you around and telling you how great you are. If you cared about me you’d have been here the whole time but you weren’t. You couldn’t even check in on me once, and I’m still angry about it. You just ran away and left me here on my own.” My words, and the ferocity of them make him flinch. For the first time since we’ve started arguing I feel like I’ve maybe been too harsh, but I believe in the validity of what I’ve said.

“I showed up to that going away party because I thought you’d want to say goodbye to me.” I continue. “But actually, I had a horrible, awkward night where you barely spoke to me, and instead made googly eyes at your ex. Then you didn’t even wake me up to have that breakfast you promised me.”

“What was I meant to do?” He says, sounding defeated. “Walk into the room and shake you awake? I hated the idea of invading your privacy like that, and I thought maybe you just wanted to sleep on, like, I don’t know, maybe you didn’t want to say goodbye to me after all.”

“Of course I did, it’s the thing I wanted most, couldn’t you tell?”

“I wanted you there that night.” He says, dark eyes wounded. “I had a different idea of that party in my head, but I felt so detached when you got there and it just got worse as the night went on. I don’t remember what I was thinking. I wasn’t sure of the right way to process what I was feeling.” His hand comes to his hair and messes up the front. “And, by the way, I don’t really know what you mean about Michelle. We broke up for a good reason and-”

“The way you were looking at her-”

“Okay, but between Michelle and you there was no competition.”

There’s a long, heavy pause between us then, and I feel my palms prickle, heart spurring in my chest. I draw my words out slowly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean it would have been you, every time. A million times.”

And I watch him. There’s something vulnerable and unguarded about him in that moment, his eyes darting anxiously across my face, his lips parted as though he has more to tell me, but then in an instant that look is gone, replaced by a line between his eyebrows. “It’s not a good idea to have this conversation.” He says decisively. “This old stuff, it’s not really worth revisiting.”

“Yeah, let’s not bother.” I say. “It’s not like it’s important.”

“Right.”

I swallow hard. “So with Dean, you don’t like that I’m with him because you think he’s a bad influence.”

He nods. 

“Not because of any other reason.”

“I…” He trails off. 

“Not because you want to sabotage another one of my romantic relationships out of jealousy.”

“Evie, it’s not… I can’t. I’m in love with somebody else, Astrid means the world to me, and it’s not fair of me to delve back into all that messy, teenage stuff with you. I don’t want to say anything else to you that I feel I can’t be honest with her about.”

“Right.”

“We’re friends, I don’t want to jeopardise that. I don’t want to make it complicated.”

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#lucky girl part 2 #sims4 story #simlit #tw: sex mention #tw: drugs

[whumpy-bi]

Bingo: Non-Con Drugging

From @a-crumb-of-whump’s interrogation bingo card!

Warnings: restraints, non consensual drugging, cursing, captivity, mentions of electrocution, needles

Words: 498

Whumpee had been alone for a while now, nearly managing to fall asleep in the silence despite being strapped to a metal table. The soldiers had finally left some time ago, after what seemed like hours and hours of the same cycle—they would ask her a question, wait for an answer, and begin using the chair’s systems to electrocute her for minutes on end before they’d ask again.

She’d kept herself quiet the entire time, gritting her teeth and grunting through the pain. She kept an echo in her head, repeating it nonstop. Don’t let them see it hurts, don’t give in. Once you let them in, they’ll never stop.

Whumpee winced as the door opened again, reluctantly opening her eyes as a newcomer approached the table. Based on his uniform, she guessed he was a higher ranking officer.

The officer stared down at her briefly, looking through the recorded logs on the side of the table. He spoke aloud, presumably to the cameras in the room that had been rolling throughout the interrogation.

“This is Whumper, giving an initial report. Whumpee has refused to comply with any questioning thus far, showing clear defiance and resistance to routine questioning…”

Whumpee finally spoke up, rolling her eyes. “‘Questioning’, right, it was torture—“

Whumper continued on, as if he didn’t hear her. “I have been given express permission to advance the techniques for this prisoner…good, that’s good.”

Whumpee found herself tugging at her restraints automatically. “What—what does that mean? What are you doing?”

Whumper finally seemed to hear her, pressing some buttons on the console. He answered matter-of-factly, clearly very unbothered. “Just trying a new method of persuasion, that’s all. Unless…you’d be willing to answer our questions now?”

“Fuck off.”

“Right, as expected…” He pulled a switch, and a robotic arm extended from the console. Whumpee’s eyes went wide as she spotted a syringe attached to it, immediately beginning to squirm as it came closer.

“I’d advise you not to move, miss. It’ll hurt more.”

Despite her fury and terror, Whumpee froze, and held still as the robotic arm injected whatever it was into her system.

“What did you just do…?” Despite her best efforts, Whumpee’s voice cracked as she looked up at her new interrogator.

The smug bastard was smirking. He addressed the recording once more. “Administered interrogation drug number one, expected to take effect in a few seconds…” His smirk grew as he looked down at her. “Feel anything?”

The drug hit Whumpee in a moment, making her entire body feel loose and heavy. Her eyes glazed over a bit, her mouth clumsily opening and closing a few times. Whumper leaned in closer, seeming to inspect her eyes for something. “Good…there it is.”

He clapped his hands together, the sound vaguely startling Whumpee. She noticed that everything began to feel…more distinct, more abrasive. Even the air around her felt like too much.

Whumper’s voice cut through her ears like a knife.

“Let’s talk about Caretaker, then, shall we?”

#whump #whumpee #writing #whump writing #whumper #captured #kidnapping #dialogue #interrogation #whump bingo #tw drugs #tw noncon drugging #tw restraints #cold Whumper #defiant whumpee

[unguidedhand]

Of Burnt and Moldy Bread Crumbs

Martyn listens as the Bad Boys fall apart.

605 words of prose based on the Bad Boys' curses, deaths, and ending (ao3 link here)

spoiler warning for limited life session seven

pairings: none, but you can read into flower husbands

It didn’t take a Listener to read the writing on the wall. As soon as Martyn heard that all three bad boys had died within a span of five minutes, he knew they were crumbling. Maybe they weren’t going to betray each other, but there were other ways to fall apart.

One of them was going to die– very, very soon. “You’d better go find Jimmy now if you’re going to give him your time,” Martyn remarked to Scott.

“Already? Are you saying that as a Listener, or as a player?” When I give him my time, will he even have a chance?

“I’m saying it as a friend.” Ignoring the distinct chirping of a canary in his ear, Martyn was telling the truth. A Listener wouldn’t say anything at all, and a player couldn’t know for certain if their predictions were right. But it would kill Scott to lose his one chance at helping the doomed man, so Listener or not, Martyn made sure he knew his time was limited.

More limited than everyone else’s.

“Alright.” Scott emptied his inventory into his chests for safekeeping and emptied his heart along with it. “I’ll go over and see how much time he’s got.” But no amount of time could stave off the curse forever.

Jimmy denied the time at first. He insisted on waiting until he was at thirty minutes. But that didn’t last very long at all, and when Jimmy called him back, Scott dropped everything to run to Bread Bridge. Martyn wished he could opt out of listening as Scott tried one last time, hiding the desperation in his voice, to get an “I love you too” from Jimmy before they both died– Scott for a moment and Jimmy forever– but Jimmy still bit his tongue.

When Scott respawned, Martyn was there. He made sure of it. He could only imagine how his fellow Mean Gill was feeling, but when he asked, Scott shrugged and lied: “At least he finally said it back.”

Martyn tried not to let on that he knew otherwise. If denial was how Scott was going to make it through his remaining time without Jimmy, so be it.

Joel, on the other hand, made it very clear very quickly that he wouldn’t be making it through his remaining time at all. Death after death, he was burning through his time. There was bread burning, too, that Grian would only find later when he came to clear out the bakery; Jimmy had put a loaf in the oven that morning and hadn’t lived to take it out.

Neither Scott nor Martyn noticed the furnace was still going when they visited the bakery. They were only there to switch a few of the wooden blocks with mossy blocks to look like mold– just to poke a little fun, but it felt like a memorial of sorts. Not just for Jimmy, but for Joel. For the Bad Boys as a whole, really, because as mold spread across their bread, their time was running out too.

Martyn had to wonder if Joel’s recklessness was fueled by some sort of hope to be reunited with his late teammate. Intentionally or not, though, their reunion wouldn’t take long. Lightning struck the Bad Boys for a second time.

And the Bad Boys died with Joel. He had always been the spirit of the group, and Grian had never cared to stand alone. So, though Grian lived on, he buried the Bad Boys. He left the burnt bread in the moldy bakery, and didn’t bother replacing the moss. He left all the crumbs where they had fallen.

#limited life #limited life smp #limlifesmp #lilsmp #limited life spoilers #limited life smp spoilers #limlifesmp spoilers #lilsmp spoilers #the bad boys #mean gills #limited life grian #limited life jimmy #limited life joel #limited life martyn #limited life scott

[herzgeist-writes]

7) Well Deserved Rest

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 1.6k | Warnings: slighty suggestive

Dividers by cafekitsune

Time goes by slowly since that day the mission failed. The sun rises, the golden orb emerging from the glittering waves on the horizon. Still in bed you let out a strained yawn.

The crew is already up on their feet and by the sound of it, the breakfast rush hour is beginning to subside. Everybody takes up on their duties and either leaves the submarine for attendancies in town or stays here for maintenance.

Fortunately for you, you can move again. The broken ribs being a nuisance and tremendously painful if handled incorrectly. One haste move and a strong sting hits your sides. Lifting yourself out of the warm sheets, you try to find some clothes to get dressed and make your way to the kitchen. If only you had some with you.

Your tummy gives off a low rumble. This is the moment where you should get some grub.

Just in your undergarments and bandages you wobble around the infirmary to borrow some clothing. Oh, there's a black hoodie jacket hanging on a chair. Without taking a better look at it you swing it around your shoulders and pull the zipper up. "Mh, comfy.", you simper.

The hoody could be a baggy cocktail dress for your shape and size. Thighs barely covered, but it will do. It's just a short trip to the kitchen, what can possibly go wrong. Oh boy.

"(Y-Y/n)!? What are you doing here?" - "I'm so hungry and I wanted to stretch my feet for a change. So, here I am. Good morning!", Shachi exclaimed as he saw you waltzing into the dining room. With a low groan you sit on the bar stool next to the cooking island.

The red head gets even redder, his face bubbling. Is that even possible? He points at you with a shaky finger: "I-s that C-Captain's hoodie?" This reaction wasn't what you've been expecting. Hands hidden in the dark sleeves you bring them up to your face, recognizing the scent. How the tables have turned, you are now the one with a bright flushed face.

"You...ermm...might be right. I-", what a stuttering mess you are. Alright, now what? You don't want to stumble back to the infirmary again. The man asks you to turn around, only to see a yellow Jolly Roger sign on your back: "Yeah no kidding!"

Shachi gulps exceptionally loud and tries to play it cool: "It's...fine! It's fine. Come on, I'll give you the left over pancakes. Want a hot chocolate along with it?" Almost immediatly your worried expression switches to a beaming one.

The man sweat drops, but grins thinking to himself: "Enviably cute." You never cease to make people smile around you. True, you might be an odd ball, but that's the point. The crew is happy to have you and you feel the appreciation glow inside you. You feel loved. It's a family you wish you had a long time before.

Placing the white mug of hot chocolate next to your already half empty plate, Shachi presumes: "Ready for another round?" - "You bet!"

The door behind you swings open and who would have thought, your Captain comes walking in. "Shachi would you be so kind to-", he stops when his eyes land on your back. You turn your head with your stuffed with pancakes cheeks, trying to flash him the most innocent of puppy eyes.

"Shachi, I told you to bring her breakfast over early!" - "S-sorry Captain, she was here so much sooner than I expected.", Law's facial expression changed from shocked to unnerved. He came up to you, oberserving your every move like you were his worst enemy.

Flustered you keep on munching on your pancakes: "G-good morning, Captain." - "Haven't I told you to stay in bed for at least five to ten hours before you go up and about by yourself again?" Ashamed you chew down the last crumb of breakfast, apologizing meekly, your gaze averting him.

He sighs and takes a seat next to you: "As I was saying, Shachi, you got a coffee for me?" - "Coming up, Captain!" The black cup of coffee was on the table after mere fifteen seconds. What witch craft is this, you wonder. Did the red head keep an extra storage full of already brewed coffee somehwere, only for the doctor to enjoy? How is that even fair.

A low "thank you" resonates from beside you as he takes a sip of the dark brown liquid. It animates you to drink your own hot beverage, which is way sweeter than his. You take the mug into both of your hands and you relish the chocolate flavor savouring your mouth.

"(Y/n)-ya", you flinch by his voice getting closer to you, "May I ask why you're wearing my hoodie?" - "Uh I...didn't find anything else to wear in the infirmary so I borrowed this one."

What else was there to do? The hunger nearly killed you, not even kidding. Fidgeting around the warm cup, you play coy by pursing your lips and swinging your legs back and forth like a little child.

"That was intended for you to not find any clothes there...you always escape the infirmary prematurely.", you hum happily at his comment which was followed by a long sigh.

Law keeps a neutral face, but hides his amusement rather poorly: "First you keep secrets from me and now you steal my things? Tough break." You snap back at him in a playful manner: "Oi, I told you everything in the end. And this is an emergency."

Not taking you seriously, he only answers with a deep grunt, chugging down the last drops of his coffee. To your notice your hot chocolate ran out too. Both of you now ordering more, trying to drown out one another on who gets his drink first. Shachi could watch you tease eachother for hours.

A loud voice beckons the red head: "Oi Shachi, could you come over for a minute, we're nearly done with the heating system!" - "Oh crud, here's your drinks guys! G-gotta run!" So he teeters himself out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him.

The two of you now alone, sitting next to eachother quietly. Why did the situation become so awkward so suddenly? Holding onto your mug you drift off daydreaming, when Law suddenly decides to interrupt you by chuckling to himself.

"What's so funny?" - "I just can't believe you face planted onto the floor that one cold night, out of sheer panic of me catching you.", is he holding in a laugh? Feeling a warmth emitting from your heart you can't help but to burst into laughter with a snort: "Shut up! I was embarrassed ok?"

The awkwardness fades drasticly, leaving you tear eyed and holding your stomach. The Captain doesn't completely engage in the laughter, but a wide grin passes over him.

You reach for your hot chocolate, placing your lips onto the warm cup and take a quick sip, only to realise: "C-Coffee?" The mug in your hand, wasn't it white before? Is it a special colour changing one? Wow, that's a crazy cool feature if it can turn black. Wait a second.

It hits you. The man next to you takes a sip from the cup, his eyes widening in surprise: "Chocolate?" Good lord. Pointing at what seems to be your white mug in his hands you snicker bashfully: "Captain, I think you got my-"

As if he were about to throw the beverage far away from him, he slams it onto the table and then pushes it slowly in your direction: "Sorry."

Is he blushing? Quite understandable, you theoretically just kissed eachother indirectly. Hold on, what? Oh, how fast your heart starts to beat right now. Shachi, you’re in for it big time.

Shit, I let my guard down, Law curses inwardly while tipping his hat further down to hide the redness. He swears he never felt so close to a cardiac arrest. And that beeing said, or let's say thought, by Dr. Heart Stealer himself is a big deal.

The silence bothers you way too much. You only hear your Captain's nervous breathing, so you decide to take your leave: "Sorry Captain, I think I'll go back to rest a bit." - "Good! You'll need it."

Simultaniously you get up from your seats. You land on your feet with a little struggle, but it feels good to be in motion again. The hoodie falls back over your thighs.

"So, good luck with your daily chores, Captain.", you coo, but he doesn't answer. That's when you notice how his gaze is fixed on your hips and thighs. Sweat trickles down his temple as he swallows hard. Did you break that poor man entirely now? Your oh so lost mind doesn't catch up.

"Yeah! You go take a shower now!" - "A sho-", even more confused by his sudden outburst of exclamation, he shakes his head infruriatingly while turning away from you: "Rest! Go take some rest!"

He practically runs out of the kitchen, holding the door open for you. Like a puppy you follow him, not sure what is happening right now. Gods, why are you so oblivious, the doctor thought to himself. It's not making it any easier for him and he's absolutely sure he is being way too obvious.

"See you." - "Later", with haste he dismisses himself to his office, trying to shake off the scene he just witnessed in front of him. After that, he feels like he needs some rest as well, but before that he'll definitely seek up a cold shower. "Those curves.", realizing where his head is spinning about, he drags his fluffy white hat over his bashfulness.

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #law x female reader #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #x reader #law x fem!reader #law x y/n #Beautiful Mind #SFW #slighty suggestive

[acourtofthought]

Hello! A good Friday for us!

I was looking at some SJM interviews and more ones on facebook and tumblr and I realized that she was very excited to write Elucien and Nessian's romance.

Your change regarding the future of the series changed in 2018 (time of the release of acofas, right?).

She changed her stance, not talking about couples anymore, not even Nessian. She deleted pinterest and took a vow of silence.

In 2021 we had the first book after the end of the main trilogy with Nessian being the first couple to win a book.

Do you think this silence from SJM and her response about couples when she writes is an indication that she has changed couples again?

She always says that there were no (big) changes, but that the universe expanded and new possibilities emerged...

Do you think when she refers to this it's about maybe the order of the books (Elucien being acotar6 rather than acotar5)? Or what new ideas emerged that expanded the story itself?

In simplest terms, I think anything is possible and that includes ships.

We've got evidence of SJM herself telling us that she's switched the direction of her stories, that she originally thought person A would be with person B only to end up with person C. We've got characters who started out good who ended up (not exactly evil) but antagonists for the MC and characters who started out bad but ended up good and series that were only meant to be three books but ended up being more.

If SJM wants to completely switch things up she can do that and I acknowledge that's a possibility.

But......it's really difficult for me to guess the direction SJM is going using the idea that "anything is possible" so I tend to theorize based off what makes sense to me using the information we're given.

These are the things that have stood out to me:

SJM wrote ACOMAF and told us in interviews how the sisters were a big change in writing that second book. How originally she thought they'd play no further role but that when they came back on page, Nesta became a gift to her and she knew she wanted to tell her story. She also said the sisters had journey's going on beyond what Feyre was seeing and that Elain had her entire Happily Ever After ripped away from her. It was during this time she also said she thought Nesta would have ended up with Lucien but realized they'd be a poor fit but that Elain was someone that took both SJM and Lucien by surprise.

During her first draft for ACOWAR she tells us she started working on SF as a side project and that she ended up drunkenly pitching the idea of the spinoff series to her editor which then got bought. She said she knew who the first two books would be about but was not decided on the third, that she was deciding between a few different pairings.(I'd be surprised if at this time she meant she knew Nesta would get the first book and Az the second but wasn't sure if Elain / Lucien would get a book, that doesn't make a lot of sense when she had always planned on Lucien having a mating bond with someone and even changed his father in the second book so to me that meant Nessian then Elucien was the original plan). She also told us that she left a lot of little crumbs in ACOWAR hinting at the future of the books, that she didn't want to leave ACOWAR all wrapped up with a pretty little bow so there are things left unanswered.

As far as ships, Nessian was uncertain at the end of ACOWAR. Elucien had not accepted or denied their bond at the end of ACOWAR. And we knew Moriel wasn't ever going to happen because Mor admitted to preferring females however no real contenders were introduced for either of them.

As far as unresolved plots, Vassa's curse was not broken by the end of ACOWAR, Koschei was still a concern (not to mention the girls he kidnapped and the onyx box he posesses), Bryaxis was still running around, we were still uncertain as to what Nesta's powers were, there were some major concerns as to what would happen between the fae and humans now that the walls were down, Lucien stayed to help the humans with their cleanup efforts, his heritage remained a mystery, he still struggled with the loss of Jesminda and he was upset over his falling out with Tamlin, Nesta seemed extremely disconnected at the end of the book, Elain was still mourning Graysen and we never did figure out how she got to Nesta and Cassian so quickly or how Cassian was healed.

I'm not saying there weren't questions related to the other characters and what their futures held (i.e., Kier is still alive, the Helion / LOA storyline, Az's hatred of the Illyrians) but I will say at that point in time most of the unresolved issues and important unanswered questions surrounded Nesta and Elain / Lucien which does seem like the first two spinoffs were to be about the sisters. Plot wise Nesta's became about her training and the Trove and in my opinion that left the second book as Elucien's story which was linked to Koschei / Vassa / Spring. We know Az had issues with the Ilyrians even in ACOMAF / ACOWAR but there was no real hints at what the exact plot surrounding that would be.

In a special edition of ACOFAS, SJM writes about having done research for Elain's book. In this same book we also get a reminder of past outstanding storylines as well as the introduction of new ones:

- Lucien reminding the IC that they are going to need Tamlin as an ally soon

- Elucien still not making a decision on their mating bond

- The first hints of how quietly Elain can move

- Confirmation that Elain is still struggling with the loss of Graysen

- A reminder that Bryaxis is still out there

- Nesta's depression

- Mor heading off on her own travels

- A reminder of Az's issues with the Illyrians

- Hints that we may meet Az's mother in the future

- A reminder that Az is still not over Mor though there are the first real hints that Elain and Az might be noticing one another in an attraction sort of way.

- A reminder that Feyre is the reason Lucien can't go back to Spring - Hints of female Illyrians training - Feysands decision to try for a baby

ACOSF comes out and it's Nessian's book.

There was a lot of Az and Gwyn in this book but that makes sense because Az is Cassian's best friend and Gwyn became Nesta's. If Lucien and Elain are not meant to stay a major part of the IC then it wouldn't make sense for them to play a large supporting role (especially because the point of Nesta's journey was how to live her life as something other than being Elain's protector).

And naturally a lot of questions surrounding the book in interviews were going to be about the characters who were in the book especially with the introduction of Gwyn as a possible love interest for Az.

Weirdly enough though, while Elain and Lucien were pretty absent from any major scenes, there was a whole lot set up for their possible book because of Nesta and Cassian having thoughts about Elain and Lucien AND the discussion the IC had about things that are directly tied to Lucien. Not to mention all the Helion scenes (anything related to Helion is by default related to Lucien).

There are major concerns about what could happen to the lands of Springs if Tamlin doesn't get better and we're reminded that it's been awhile and he's still not getting better.

There's the reminders that Vassa's freedom is soon ending.

There's the knowledge that the Pegasus are dying out and that whatever they once fed on (located on the lands where the Prison sits) disappeared which could be the reason for their decline.

There's the reminder that Beron is getting greedy and looking to ally with Koschei (Lucien is directly tied to both of these things) and the remaining human queens (which Vassa is tied to then Lucien through Vassa).

SJM retconned and told us that Lucien actually was at Koschei's lake with Elain's father and hadn't just met up with them as we were told in ACOWAR.

We're shown that Lucien is displaying the markers of being a future High Lord.

We're reminded that Elain has wanted to travel to the continent and would she still go? But not just to the flower gardens, further south? (where Koschei is).

We're told Spring had been MADE for someone like Elain and Nesta would have told her to go if they'd been talking.

Feyre says to Rhys, "let's help one sister before helping the other".

Nesta takes the rose carving that their father made for Elain and places it next to a figure of a goddess though she wonders why "she didn't just throw it in the drawer". She later takes that carving and places it on her fathers headstone as a "permanent marker of the beauty and good he tried to bring into the world". Again, this is Elain's carving yet a weird amount of attention and symbolism is placed on it.

We get a reminder that Elain's powers are not yet fully explored and that she's still dealing with her own traumas.

We see her standing up to Nesta and expressing the desire to do more. We see Amren say Elain is capable of handling the darkness of the Trove and Rhys acknowledge that Elain is probably capable of more than they've thought.

We see Lucien started to get a little irritated over the mating bond (which is the perfect setup before actually resolving the question of the mating bond) but also still looks at her with longing.

We see that he expresses a bit of discontentment over whatever Jurian and Vassa have going on which means he may no longer feel at ease in his "home".

We have the IC permanently station Lucien in Spring.

We have more evidence of Elain moving quietly.

As far as Az's future storylines, we know he's jealous of Lucien and that Lucien got a bond and we know he still hates the Illyrians. We know he's not 100% over Mor, developed an obsession with Elain (or her bond) but may have a mating bond with Gwyn and we're told Az is "something more" though we don't know what that actually means. He's intimidated by Oorid (usually Az doesn't show fear) so there's a chance that will come back around for Az's story. Cassian also notes Az is lying to him but he knows he'll only talk when ready. With the introduction of the crossover, we may have a plot surrounding his giving up TT or maybe he ends up keeping it? We know Gwyn will need to find the courage to leave the library for good and she has unknown powers and heritage. I think there's a chance she'll be the one to discover Narben but again, the specifics are a bit vague.

There's a lot of building up of Azriel's (and even Gwyn's) character in SF but I don't know that there's conclusive (possible) evidence of what the actual plot of their story will be. It's all a bit of a shapeless blob at the moment.

When I compare that to Elain and Lucien, I feel like there's a basic outline of their journey. (Just my thoughts but) It will involve them in Spring, helping the lands and Tamlin get back on it's feet, they will work together to free Vassa from her curse and defeat with Koschei, they will deal with the discovery that Helion is Lucien's father, they could possibly travel to the Prison where Elain could help figure out what caused the plants (I'm guessing) that the Pegasus fed on to die out. The places they will visit seem almost spelled out in flashing lights for us whereas Gwynriel seems a lot of "maybe this will happen" or "maybe that could happen". i.e., Elain AND Lucien were both "placed" in Spring and the continent as a possibility for future books in SF while there were no specific mentions of Gwyn and Az being in the same place together (Gwyn has Autumn heritage but there wasn't a major hint in SF that Az will travel there with her) and the Illyrians might be mad at the girls for what happened in the Rite but again, Cassian (not Az) was also involved in the Rite. I mean, I think Az will have something to do with those things anyways especially if they end up together but my point was that Elucien's path seems a bit more "right up in your face" 😂

To me, at this moment there's nothing majorly pressing in Az's future story that needs resolved quite like all the things that need resolved for Elucien and if she originally thought Elain's story would be the second book that means she never intended Koschei to be the final big bad.

With the crossover, I feel there's a good chance something worse is coming through the portals and that seems like something Gwynriel would handle especially because they are the ones most likely to wield made weapons and "lead the charge" in an actual war. Not to mention a Gwynriel story would be one where there's a decent amount of interaction with both Feysand and Nessian. It makes sense to end the series with a stronger showing from the leading couple that started the series. I'm sure there'd be Feysand and Nessian in an Elucien book but if they're meant to travel to Spring, the Continent, Day, (maybe the Prison), I do think Feysand would be in the background more than we've seen.

Elucien feels like the politics leading up to the war while Gwynriel feels like the close of the battle. I also struggle with the thought of Az getting his mate and HEA before Lucien after how shitty Az has been about Lucien in general.

And I think SJMs radio silence a few years back came from orders from Bloomsbury and that no matter what she's said in recent interviews, she's keeping the truth of who is next under lock and key because of her contract.

But could I be completely off base and should I instead go off the fact that Az got his own POV in SF therefore he's the logical next book?

Absolutely! It's not what makes sense to me when I look at everything else, especially because I don't think Elain is getting her own POV (I feel like SJM wants to keep us in the dark on what she's thinking and feeling until her story) but....my logic is not necessarily SJMs logic. My logic also seems to be very different than most in this fandom so again, this is just my take on it. I think the original two books of the spin offs are roughly as she planned but SF, the crossover and possibly the signing on of the four new novels later expanded the direction she wanted to take the series after.

Regardless, I think we're all just ready for SOMETHING, ANYTHING when it comes to the next ACOTAR book 😂

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar 5 #acotar 6

[eva-reviews]

Briefly, A Delicious Life by Nell Stevens -- A Review

Book Trigger Warnings: Sexual Assault, death, mentions of the afterlife, suicidal ideation, chronic illness, sexism, homophobia, mental illness, rape, grooming, child abuse, alcohol, pedophilia, eating disorders

My Rating

I give this book a solid 7/10. I really enjoyed this book, and I would suggest it to anyone. It was confusing at times, because of the constant switching of times, and if read over long periods it can be more confusing, goes between Present day, Blanca's perspective, and George's perspective. So you have to remember where you left off at some points, and at others points it skips for months at a time. It does mention the rape of a minor in the second chapter (pages 9-11), which leads to a pregnancy, it is not detailed but it can be triggering. You can skip those pages if you need to and it doesn’t change anything. I wish we had gotten a little more of how people reacted to Blancas death, it did feel a little rushed, but other than that it was really enjoyable.

Overview

Our main character, Blanca, has been dead for 300+ years and can not move on in her afterlife. She flits through her mundane existence watching others enjoy the simplicity of life, the fearful kisses of men, the passions of sex, the sweetness of an orange, the grumblings of hunger, and the feeling of heartbreak when losing someone. She is able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life by sharing a conscience with living people around her.

Blanca resides on the top of the hill on the island of Valldemossa, in a little town called Mallorca; in the Charterhouse, which is an old monastery. Blanca has watched secret relationships bloom and crumble, families move in and out and people live their lives to the end very end, waiting for someone to join her. On this specific November in 1838, an unconventional family moves into the Charterhouse, and Blanca falls in love with the mother, George. Their relationship is entirely one-sided and is more admiring than a relationship; Balance watches as George writes her book, the children play and fight, and Chopin lives a dying life.

My Thoughts

I went into this book only knowing that it was a lesbian relationship between a woman and a ghost. Which it is, but it is also so much more and nothing like that at all. We start with the very first sentence “Of course, it wasn’t the first time I’d seen two men kissing”, you can probably see where this is going. In most books, they try to ease you into the romance, they don’t start with a 300+ year old ghost watching two monks making out and progressing to having sex. Blanca is very lonely, as most would be if they were not able to communicate with others and watch all of their family members die off. She flits around the Charterhouse and across the island, often visiting her last living relative, her great-great-granddaughter, Bernadita; and making The Sacristan's life a living hell by sprinkling bread crumbs into all of his food, as he has celiac disease; he raped a young girl. It isn’t until George and her family move in, does Blanca have something to do with her time. When I started this book, I thought it was a love story between a ghost and a mortal woman that was reciprocated on both sides. Not a relationship where George is being watched all day, every day. Blanca steals Georges's shirt to smell and imagen that George is with her, she imagens what inside of George's vagina would feel like and how it would be to kiss her. She often caresses George as she sleeps and kisses her neck.

George is not your typical woman, not like a “I’m not like other girls” kind of way more of a “dresses suck, I wish I could fuck women all the time and not be questioned about it” kind of way. George wears shirts and pants in a time when women wore dresses, she smokes cigars, she writes books, has sex with women, and is generally unwomanlike for the time she is in. George was married, that's how her kids came about, but she and her husband divorced. It wasn't a typical relationship either way, he had sex with the maids and any other woman that would have him , while she handled the finances and wrote her books. She jumped from man to man, and the occasional woman, she went to parties and lived alone in Paris, this is where she met her most prominent partner, Francis Chopin. Yes, the real famous pianist. Although they thoroughly enjoyed each other, they did not do well together. Chopin is needy, “girlish”, and babies Solange (George's daughter) and George is controlling, adventurous, and rash, she can’t stay in one place for long. Chopin possibly has consumption disease (ie. TB) or some other unidentified ailment. And they go to Mallorca, Spajn in hopes it will make him better. It doesn’t work, and he gets much worse.

The book jumps between the present, Blanca's past, and Georges's past. I’ll focus on one character at a time. First Blance. We learn that Blanca was 14 when she died, she had a pretty ok life. It was going fine, until Ham fucked it up. Ham is a novice Monk from the monastery that Blanca notices when the monks go on a walk. Ham diverges from the group and goes to the beach instead, and Blanca follows, which is when her fate was sealed. They meet on the beach multiple times, and Ham convinces Blanca they should have sex. Which is an A+ idea, Ham! Blanca doesn’t really enjoy it, because screw women's pleasure right! Only men should enjoy sex. Ham tells Blanca to wash her vagina out after as to not get pregnant, great idea Ham. And… it didn’t work, Blanca got pregnant, it's obviously her fault because a monk/man could never cause that. Nope. Never. I hate Ham so much, who's nickname is Ham anyway? It's so stupid. And when Blanca and her mom confront him about her being pregnant and how they have to get married, he blames her for running his life! Like what? NO. Just because you found out your actions have consequences for the first time in your life does not mean you can blame everyone else for an issue you helped cause. And then after she breaks down because she doesn't want this baby he asks her to have sex again?? NO! Anyway, Blanca ends up dying of childbirth in his room with blood everywhere, so I guess that's payback enough.

Now on to George. As a child, George was sent to a boarding school taught by nuns. I love the queer religious trauma already. She meets a friend here, nicknamed Boy for her boyish nature. She is rebellious and punched George at their first meeting. They begin meeting up at night, playing and talking. They have a game where they have to save the lost princess and when George asks what Boy is going to do when they save the princess, she responds “I’ll kiss her”, this is Georges's first experience with a non-heteronormative idea. George admired Boy for her willingness to not conform to society norms, like women wearing dresses, and reading books not writing books. George is most likely bisexual, and she was in straight relationships, like her husband, a poet names Jules, and Chopin, however when she was with Jules she also met an actress named Marie. They start off as friends, exchanging letters, moving on to longing glances and later on it is implied that she and George had sex when Jules leaves for the night. George admits to fantasizing about having sex with her, mentioning what she would imagen touching another women's vulva.

Conclusion

As I finished the last few pages, I found myself reflecting on life, genuinely, I hadn't thought of the nuances that I pass over just because I do it all the time. Like enjoying the subtleties of fruit, the laughter I hear when on a walk, the breeze that flows through the trees — unconventional love, and the pursuit of identity. "Briefly, A Delicious Life" is a testament to the power of storytelling to shed light on the human experience in all its complexities from the point of view of someone whose life ended too early.

In short, this book is a worthy addition to anyone's shelf, especially if you like ghosts, queerness, and revenge.

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[riseoftheturtlekids]

Fanfic Preview

Hey guys!

Here’s a sneak peek of a fanfiction I’m currently working on at the moment, it’s going to be part of a series of stories that follows the gang and their families as they get into all sorts of misadventures. I’ve been pretty busy lately but I’m hoping to finish this first fic within the next two weeks and maybe even add an art cover for the story.

The preview is a small part I’ve selected since the fic itself is going to be pretty long, but I hope you enjoy reading it!

“Hey dad!” The mutant snapper nearly jumped out of his shell and fumbled with the both the box and cupcake as he turned around to see who snuck up behind him.

Looking down he saw a little gator child looking up at him curiously and dressed in a large t-shirt as makeshift pajamas; it was his young daughter Zari. A relieved sigh left him after recognizing that it was his kid before Raph started talking to his kid.

“Zari, what are you doing? It’s way past your bedtime.”

“I got hungry, so I was looking for a snack.”

“It’s 10 pm; you should be sleeping not snacking.” Raph told her.

“Then what are you doing?” Zari asked pointing at the half-squashed cupcake in her dad’s hand.

Looking back between Zari and the cupcake, Raph realized the compromising position he was in and tried to come up with an explanation. When he was unable to come up with one, he offered his daughter some of the damaged cupcake and put the rest of them away on top of the fridge as Zari happily started eating some of the larger crumbs that were held together by the frosting.

“Don’t tell your mom about this, okay?” Raph told her to which the little gator nodded. After Zari ate her fill, Raph ate the rest of the cake crumbles and tossed the wrapper into the trash can before picking up Zari and the two of them walked out of the kitchen.

“Alright, now let’s get you back to bed young lady.”

“I’m not a lady!” Zari protested. “I’m a fierce warrior!”

“Well, even little warriors need their sleep.” Raph said as he tickled Zari and was rewarded with some laughter from the little gator as the two of them walked down towards Zari’s bedroom. Raph pulled back the curtain and walked inside when his foot bumped against something, curious he flipped the light switch on to reveal a scattered mess of toys on the floor.

“Zari…” The red banded turtle looked over at his daughter with a brow raised in question.

“I was gonna clean it up!” Zari explained.

Raph simply rolled his eyes and started navigating through the sea of blocks, action figures, and various toys that littered the concrete floor, grateful for the years of ninja training him and his brothers went through, until eventually the two of them reached Zari’s bed where he proceeded to tuck her in.

“No more late night snacks, okay?” Raphael placed a kiss on her forehead and got up from the bed. As he was about to make the treacherous return to the door, Zari suddenly sat up in her bed and stopped her father as she asked him a question.

“Hey dad, how old was I when I started walking?” The question caught Raph off guard for a second as he looked back at his daughter.

“About a year old I think?” He told her.

“And how old were you and mom when you started?”

“Um, probably around the same age I guess.” Raph replied honestly and sat back down on the bed, curious to see where this was going. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I heard mom talking to Uncle Donnie and Aunt Lisa on the phone today about how Jitsu’s still crawling around.” Zari explained. “And I was wondering if there was something wrong with him?”

Oh, so that was it. About two months ago Jitsu had started using furniture or people nearby to pull himself into a standing position which had prompted him and Sil to start teaching the toddler how to walk, but while there had been some significant progress their son had yet to walk on his own. They had started asking the rest of the family for tips and advice on different techniques to use on Jitsu; apparently Zari was in the room when Silver made that call and it had gotten her worried.

Raph gave a reassuring smile to his daughter. “There’s nothing wrong, princess. Your mom was just asking for advice that’s all.”

“Advice about what?”

“You know how your mom and I have been trying to teach Jitsu to walk lately?” Zari nodded and Raph continued explaining. “Well, we tried using the same techniques from when we were teaching you, but they don’t seem to work for your brother, so we started asking your aunts and uncles for tricks they used from when they were teaching your cousins.”

“And they worked?” Zari asked.

Raph gave a shrug. “Sort of, it’s been a lot of trial and error, but he’s been improving a lot. Anyway, there’s nothing to worry about Zari, your brother is just fine.” As he said this, Raph started tucking the young gator back into bed.

“When he does start walking, it’s gonna make things a lot easier for me.” Zari said as she got back under the covers. “I won’t have to carry him around as much; he’s been getting real heavy.”

Raph couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Hopefully Jitsu will start walking soon, until then we gotta give him all the support we can, okay?”

Zari hummed in agreement and Raph placed another kiss on her head before getting up and tiptoeing his way back over to the door, upon reaching the other side he turned to give Zari a loving smile as he bade her goodnight.

“Goodnight Zari.” He said before flipping the lights off and walking out into the hallway.

“’Night dad.”  Zari replied as her dad left the room.

After Raph left, the little gator looked up at the ceiling in thought as she processed the conversation they just had and the whole situation regarding her little brother. While Jitsu had been improving over the past few weeks, and had even started cruising a little, he’d mostly stuck to clinging onto furniture, crawling, or having someone carry him around. The main problem seemed to be coming from her brother’s hesitation to walk around without something to support himself on, often resorting to crawling towards mom and dad whenever their parents tried encouraging him to walk on his own. Zari couldn’t tell how many times she had watched her parents get Jitsu to stand on his own and encourage him to walk over to them across the room, only for him to plop back down and do a running crawl towards either mom or dad much to their confusion.

At one point they tried to get him to walk towards Zari when he propped himself up using the couch, and it seemed that he was about to walk towards her, but for some reason he hesitated and climbed up to take a nap on the arm instead. Thinking about that memory led Zari to a realization which was quickly followed by an idea. Reaching under her pillow she pulled out a tablet and turned it on, squinting a bit as her eyes adjusted to the screen’s brightness, she made a few taps on the screen before sitting up in her bed.

After waiting a bit a jingle sounded from the tablet and a tired voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hey Matt! Sorry to wake you, but I need your help with something.”

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[zombesoup]

Perfect for One Another

“You’re fucking insufferable!” Christopher shouts as he buttons his stonewash blue jeans that looked painted on those muscular thighs. To Sven he looked like a petulant child stomping around the dirty bedroom. Bare chested and barefoot, all golden vanilla skin on display as Sven smiled like his world wasn’t smashing into another planet. The force of his emotions being ripped apart by Christopher’s words left him breathless as if he was dunking his head into a tub of ice water.

“You know what I do. You know how I slit the throats of people who fucking deserve it and you let me… you let me cum inside you like you loved me, just to say my dead wife’s name as I’m telling you how I fucking feel?! Who does that?” Christopher shouted the words. Christopher noted the way his cum ran down the man’s open vagina and even when he was as angry as he was. He still wanted to fuck another load in the waste of human dna that was Sven Petrov.

“Why do you think I did that?” Sven asked sitting up, his own pants looked silly at his hairy ankles and that singular opinion held his tears back. As he spoke, he grabbed Christopher’s button down red flannel shirt and wiped himself dry. He hoped that would be the switch flipped for the serial killer. If he was going to die that day, he would make damn sure he wasn’t the only one.

“Because you want to die!? Is that it?” Christopher roared. Sven watched him, this taller than most man who he himself had witnessed peel the skin from someone’s face weeks ago on a stake out. It had broken his heart the moment he knew the man who had finally taught him to trust and love again was the very murdering psycho he had been hunting for as a private investigator.

“No I did it so we wouldn’t have any more secrets. You know who I am and I know who ,” was all Sven got to say before his nose crumpled against the fist from the man he was talking to.

“You hurt me because you’re angry with me, how fucking pedestrian are you!” Christopher shouts at the top of his lungs as the smaller man rolls around on the bed holding his bleeding nose as his blood fills his cupped hands and runs down his palms and wrists.

Contrary to psychological beliefs psychopaths do in fact feel they just have a capacity for shutting off empathy. Something Christopher learned as his anger gave way to a sense of panic, nausea, and concern in less than ten seconds.

“I’m sorry use my shirt.” Christopher said without thinking and Sven did just that and instantly regretted it as he glared daggers at him. His face was smeared with blood and cum.

“Now I’m really fucking sorry,” Christopher said trying in vain not to smile at the image before him. There was something about the image of the naked man wiping his cum out of of his eyes that was just too much. He lunged on top of the man, one large hand encircling his neck, thumb stabbing deep into his windpipe. The way those doe eyes flew open, the whites around the eyes somewhere between pink and red, was Christopher’s endgame.

For months he had been imagining how he would kill this man, the way he picked up every bread crumb at crime scenes. It was all for this, leaving a severed finger beside his victims. Each with a different surface under their fingernails. It had all been to get him here to this perfectly preserved crime scene, the first he had committed when he had been barely twenty.

Christopher watched the color flush Sven’s face as he caught the fist that moved almost fast enough to catch him on the side of his face. He slammed the hand into the mattress. It would be so good, this death, the climax of two years of work. But as he let up the pressure on the throat he smashed their lips together. He forced his tongue into the mouth of the man who should be dead But as he felt his own breath stolen by the man sucked it out of his mouth. He didn’t understand what about the situation had inspired the shift in direction but he was so happy that the man was kissing him back.

It took two YouTube videos on setting the broken nose for Christopher to get it right. Both men were surprised at how much blood came from second time. But as it slowed and Christopher sprinted off to the bathroom for towels, Sven had time to think. He had decided to take his pants and underwear all the way off, so he stared at his hairy legs and the blood they were sprayed with and tried not to think about when his penis had been bitten off.

“Are you feeling sorry for yourself?” The deep voice of the man who had broken his nose asked, breaking the spell of memory as he looked up the long mainly muscled torso of Christopher. His golden skin covered in his blood only made him look more beautiful. So much so he had to look away.

“Am I that easy to read?” Sven asked and was surprised at his own sadness but what was he sad about? Everything that had led to this moment, or the fact he was in love with this, literal psycho.

“Don’t punch me for saying yes, but yes.” Christopher said who noted the bloody legs but ignored them as he knelt between them and pressed warm, damp white bath towels to the man’s face. Never in all his life had he ever cared to mend a wound. He preferred causing them. Maybe that was why his son had died, no sooner had he had the thought did he shut it down. Romantic feelings was making him lower his mental defenses.

"Now whose having self depreciating thoughts," Sven said as he rose to his feet. Stepping into Christopher's space. He didn't think about the dried blood across his skin, he knew not to pry into Christopher's past even though he wanted too. And he really wanted to, instead he simply ran his hands through the brown hair pulling errant strands from that forehead. The way those brown eyes moved up his bloody legs, over his vagina and up the bloody shirt to Sven's face made fear join the feelings of empathy and rage inside him.

Warning bells were ringing inside his mind as Christopher leaned in and kissed his leg. The chaste kiss turning to something deeper as his hot tongue ran across the dried blood. It was involuntary the way Sven's hands became a fist in that silky hair.

The way the mood shifted from warm and familiar intimacy to a searing Inferno if desire between the men was so instant that Sven felt as if his world were spinning wildly off his axis. When those perfect teeth bit down on his skin instead of that sinful tongue, Sven cried out in surprise. Almost instantly those lips were placed over the abused space on his thigh. Pain and pleasure rode his senses and any self preservation evaporated under the loveliest pleasure Christopher could inflict.

Sven released the hair as his legs gave out and the strong hands on his waist were all that kept him from falling. He hastily wipes at his moist cheeks. He didn't know when he had started crying or even why, but the moment when Christopher’s mouth kissed his vagina his brain lost all reason. If it hadn't he might of noticed those hands had moved. Maybe he would of put up a fight when in one swift move he found himself on the bed, Christopher kissing and biting up his stomach. But the heat building inside his body was growing, making his body arch up as Christopher kissed and sucked him. His thick fingers pushing in and out of Sven, slowly.

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