#this is my sense of humor xoxo

[kentopedia]

teasing with all the love in the world darling and I will stop if you ask me to, ily <3333

NESI OMG I REALLY DO NOT MIND AT ALL HAHAH i’m just kidding 🫶 trying to keep up appearances and all that you know

#໒꒱ rylie's angels #xoxo . . . nesi #am i fooling anyone probably not but i will continue to believe so ! #pls i feel bad i love u 😔 #you just unlocked my sense of humor apologies </3

[hylass]

joshua hong is, at heart, a valley girl catty bitch and thats why even though he is my sworn enemy i am finally admitting my attraction to him

#had to come to terms with thjs during the concert #requesting thots and prayers in this trying time #this one sided parasocial enemies to lovers arc has been so entertaining good for me #after a completely failed attempt at a lightstick wave across the stadium #good ol joshie comes out with: wow you guys are so coordinated great job #in the most fake sincere holding back a bitchy laugh voice i have ever heard. and i loved it #what a repressed mean personality deeply weird sense of humor and good bone structure does to a man 🙏 #regular disclaimer: i will never turn into a kpop blog (kpop tumblr is unbearable) but i will do a kpop post sometimes as is my right xoxo #svt #kpop #js

[itsbuckytm]

Little Accidents / Paul Atreides

Summary: Paul's obliviousness was soon shattered when frequent visits to the nursing room revealed the true essence of love at first sight.

Ps: This is a short fluff I had in mind, but I hope you enjoy and also english isn't my first language so bare with minimal errors, (once upload i always make sure to update now my works, if there is any errors) Enjoy! XOXO

As the heir of the Atreides' House, Paul effortlessly following in his father's esteemed footsteps. He possesses an acute sense of ownership, ensuring he's well aware of everything under his purview. Whether it's news of your battle injuries or workplace mishaps, Paul is always the first to know, abandoning any prior engagements to rush to your aid. While you're being tended to, his concern is palpable; his eyes scan for any signs of harm as he utters all while using the voice. ‘Where?’ This gesture of worry has become familiar, a reassurance you've grown accustomed to, especially when your visits to the infirmary often serve as an excuse to steal moments with him. ‘Dropped a weapon on my foot,’ you explain with a hint of ruefulness, ‘guess my impatience got the better of me, inadvertently knocking out one of the armories. Pity.’

Indeed, quite a pity. Paul couldn't help but notice your composure, devoid of any telltale signs of injury. It either seemed that the nurse had efficiently tended to you before his arrival—a stroke of luck, perhaps. However, Paul wasn't fooled; this wasn't the first time you'd urgently summoned him to the infirmary. Today, he harbored suspicions that you might finally reveal the true reason behind your frequent visits. “If you'd prefer I refrain from using the Voice," he remarked, a hint of seriousness in his tone, "you'll need to be more forthcoming than simply labeling it an accident, my dear."

However, you eventually reassured the head nurse, explaining that it was merely a minor issue requiring attention. Your heart fluttered with a mixture of nerves and affection as Paul insisted on tending to your wounds himself, rather than delegating the task to anyone else. As the room cleared, leaving just the two of you alone, Paul attempted to devise a plausible excuse while discreetly observing your work. This added another layer of challenge for him, yet he remained determined to keep a watchful eye on you. “Now tell,” A pregnant pause was felt soon as he sat next to you. “How I am suppose to know, that there is probably more reason than just a visit at the nursery?” 

You find yourself drawn in by his innocence, but observing Paul working alongside his father and their associates, it becomes evident that innocence was not his defining trait anymore. In fact, there's a possibility he understands more than he lets on. Maybe he's even willing to engage in the game you're playing. You nonchalantly dismiss any concerns, offering the excuse that you're just adding a bit of spice to the situation. However, Paul's reaction suggests that perhaps it's not the right moment to discuss such matters, especially anything related to the Spice itself.

Paul tilted his head, almost taking offense at your attempt at humor. Despite his awareness of your desire to spend more time alone with him, he understood that convincing him to stay a little longer each time wasn't as simple as it seemed. Even if his attempts at pampering you, like tending to invisible wounds that morphed into cuddle sessions, were charming, he recognized that your discussions about the 'Spice' were more about politics than relaxation. Poor thing– that was all he knew about out. This realization led to a soft chuckle from you, followed by an apology for bringing up the topic. However, Paul dismissed your apology, urging you not to discuss such matters, especially around him, as he couldn't help but wonder why you frequented the nursing room more often than before. “Now tell me, or I might just become as impatient as you’ll be when demanding kisses..”

His voice trailed off, almost seductive when Paul was right about to expose this little game of yours. Instantly you could feel his lip curve slightly into a smirk as he saw your expression, your eyes winding in shock, trying your very best to obliged. That you were the one who meant to shock Paul out of his work for some time but, perhaps you were indeed right about your wonders. That in fact, Paul knew that the exact reasons why you obliged yourself to the nursing room more often than ever. Only to find out, it was to spend more time with him. But Paul being himself, being the type of guy that he is, did not to confess his wrong at first or to be completely oblivious. After all– he is the duke’s son. 

"So, let me get this straight," Paul Atreides began, his tone tinged with a mixture of disbelief and introspection. "I, Paul Atreides, am so easily ensnared by your little charade? It's rather disheartening, truth be told." There was a hint of a pout on his lips as he contemplated your adeptness at expressing your desires, though he couldn't entirely fault you for it. With the constant demands of dealing with the Harkonnens and managing CHOAM affairs, finding time for you had become more challenging than he and you had anticipated. 

Unlike his parents, whose marriage was purely political, Paul had chosen a different path, one where your presence held a significance beyond mere political alliances. For him, building a future within the confines of the Atreides' House with you by his side was a deeply personal and cherished desire. Material wealth could wait; what mattered most was the connection he shared with you. With a sigh, he reached out to gently caress your cheek, a silent acknowledgment of your correctness all along. Perhaps it was time to prioritize his own happiness, even if it meant putting paperwork aside momentarily. "Maybe you're onto something," he admitted, his voice softening. "Perhaps you’re right, perhaps it's time for me to take a break from the endless bureaucracy and spend some quality time together. After all, even I need to unwind–."

Paul's words carried a weight of remorse rarely heard, especially within the esteemed Atreides family. As he neared the end of his sentence, you leaned in swiftly, feeling the soft brush of his lips against yours in a lingering kiss. The longing shared between you both was palpable, though circumstances often made indulgence impractical, intensifying the desire even more. When Paul finally pulled away, he gently nibbled at your lower lip, a playful chuckle escaping him at the sudden surge of hunger between the two of you. There was an undeniable yearning to touch, caress, and love you. "Perhaps I'll request a day off," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of promise. “Perhaps you will.” You both end up chuckling as he cups your face, his eyes gazing from your eyes to your lips. Paul confessed once more,

“And perhaps, we don't always have to use the excuse of happy accidents, so I can exile from paperwork every now and then.” 

#timothée chalamet #dune x reader #dune part two #dune imagine #paul atreides imagine #paul atredies x reader #paul atreides x you #duke leto atreides #jessica atreides #lady jessica #dune part 2 #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides smut #timothee x reader #timothee chamalet #timothee x you #feyd rautha x reader

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ xoxo, gossip girl!

content: leo valdez x reader, percy jackson x reader, jason grace x reader

╰┈▸ back cover: how would gossip sessions with them go?

warnings: cursing, rude humor??

librarian's annotations: doing this instead of requests um

*ੈ LEO VALDEZ

SASSY MAN APOCALYPSE

god hes probably talking shit more than u

"oh her? yeah she was such a bitch like no way she looked at you like that when i said i was so obviously taken!"

"and her hair? has she ever heard of a brush? like, if you're gonna come at my girlfriend, at least make yourself look better so you don't embarrass yourself. oh wait, you can't!"

probably laying on you as he does this, and starts squeezing you tightly

"because my girlfriend is the prettiest girl in the world!"

awww that's cute right?

WRONG this man is so quick with his comebacks its actually insane

does NOT think before he speaks

doesnt hold back, even against you (booo why did ur gf privileges not apply to that)

"leo! can you like, move your fat ass off me?" you groan under him as he lays down with his dead weight on top of you.

"like the fat ass you don't have?"

were you silent or SILENCED

everytime you think he wouldnt take it that far?? oh he will go THERE (but he always makes sure u know hes joking)

doesnt want to invoke your wrath so he apologizes IMMEDIATELY

"fix your hair-"

"fix your face- IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO-"

*ੈ PERCY JACKSON

guys. we cant forget abt the OG SASSY MAN

also talking shit a whole lot more than he should

"uh, she needs to get her act together before she can start coming at others; like-" rolls his eyes for EMPHASIS "who does she think she is, talking to you like that?"

damn, who taught this man sass?

bro was BORN with it or smth

even outsasses you sometimes

if you tell him to get like a snack or something and hes in the mood to just lay down with you, he will huff SO loudly

"ugh, fine!"

gets you extra snacks anyway in case you want more (and drinks obviously)

SO SO INVESTED like he has the WHOLE story down

but sometimes mixes up the ppl if its been a while

"wait wait, so the library girl and the jock are dating?"

"the nerd and the library girl are dating, but the jock wanted library girl."

"that makes a lot of sense, actually."

has tea of his OWN because the sea knows everything apparently

"tobias told me-" percy started.

"who the fuck is tobias?"

"the turtle, duh. anyway, he said that this guy always takes girls to the beach on their first date, to make them fall in love with him or something. like, every single girl he's dated."

"...does that count as a manipulation tactic?"

*ੈ JASON GRACE

will be on your side no matter what

like if you end it with an "it is what it is"

um??? it is NOT what it is hello?

doesnt look like hes listening but hes paying attention to EVERYTHING

like hes "reading" a book but hes been on the same page for the entire time youve been talking

tries not to laugh at your rather creative insults, but sometimes you get a soft chuckle out of him

you take that as a win

once, you caught him listening through the door as you gossiped with piper over the phone

he was SO embarrassed omg

after that, you made sure to tell him all the tea as soon as you have it

"—and he cheated on her with her SISTER. who's like, three years younger than him! like, what the fuck? that's not even all he did!" you sit up, hands playing with the blanket. you think you see him lean a bit closer, as if wanting to hear more. "she fucked his brother in his room, like, her ex boyfriend's room for revenge! okay, that was a bitch move, but was it deserved?"

jason shrugged. "i'd say no one deserves to be cheated on, but he kinda did deserve it."

"exactly!"

#*ੈ✎ stories #covey did u see the tobias sneak #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #jason grace #jason grace x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #hoo #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa

[dark-and-kawaii]

Unexpecected Care

Raphael x GN!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Summary:

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: A gift for @russica <3 Thank you so much for the little goober art! Hope you enjoy this xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ Soft Raphael | Bathing With The Cambion | Tender | Comfort

During evenings like these, Raphael frequently experienced a deep desire for your contact, a sentiment he consistently kept silent, wary of the potential exposure of his innermost feelings. He felt a sense of unease at the thought of being so vulnerable. However, fate has a peculiar sense of humor.

When he entered his boudoir, he was greeted by a vision that evoked a strange sensation within his soul. There you were, positioned at the center of the room, draped in dirt and with blood smeared across your visage.

You sighed, exhaustion weighed heavily upon you, and in this moment, all you sought was the presence of the devil you had grown so accustomed.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this unorthodox intrusion, adorned as you are in such a... Feral state?”

He stepped closer, his gaze swept over your unkept appearance, and for a fleeting moment a crease of genuine concern furrowed his brow as he observed a droplet of blood trail down from your cheek. His voice, momentarily stripped of its affected grandeur, carried a note of unusual sincerity, “What befell you, my little mouse.”

The trace of worry in the devil's eyes, Raphael's concern, prompted a gentle smile to bloom across your face.

“No need to fret, my devil,” you murmured, your arms lifting up as a way to show you’re fine, “It's not my blood. Your little mouse is perfectly fine.” 

He extended his hand, invitingly, “Come,” he urged in a gentle command that you found yourself unable to resist. As your hand slipped into his, the unexpected gentleness of his grasp contrasted sharply with the usual firmness you had come to associate with him.

He led you to his healing bath, a haven designed for restoration and peace. His voice, low and soothing, issued another instruction, “Turn,” to which you complied without hesitation.

As he carefully began to peel away your soiled clothing, his expression soured upon discovering that not all the blood was foreign. The sight of the small lacerations on your arm seemed to disturb the poise he typically showcased.

His touch became delicate as his fingers traced the minor wounds, eliciting a flinch from you. It was then, in the quiet of his boudoir, that his eyes softened with a glimmer of compassion. 

With you now settled into the warm embrace of his healing bath, Raphael took position behind you. He reached for a cloth and, with a tenderness that would have surprised any onlooker familiar with his usual demeanor, he began to tend to your injuries, dabbing at them with the care of someone who found themselves unexpectedly concerned for another's wellbeing. As if he was your lover of many years.

He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on your bare form, a sight that seemed to please him and provide a sense of satisfaction that his opulent surroundings alone could not, for once.

You allowed yourself to lean back slightly, your body easing into the expanse of his chest. Your eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the care and attention he lavished upon you. Raphael's touch, once expected to be harsh and demanding, was now tender and healing. 

The warmth of the water, combined with the softness of his ministrations, coaxed your muscles to relax, and you found solace in this unexpected sanctuary. It was strange, but you could feel it. Could feel how you both were letting the walls you both often held so high to crumble in the solace of this intimate moment.

Raphael's hands, usually instruments of assertive command, now traced your sides with a different intent. His lips brushed a small wound on your shoulder, prompting your lips to part in silent wonder. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, as he indulged in the need to feel your skin against his.

His voice, a soft baritone, resonated in the quietude of the chamber. “I must admit, there is a certain... allure in this closeness,” he whispered, his breath warm against the nape of your neck, “The sensation of your skin, warm and real against mine… it's a luxury even I could not have anticipated desiring.”

You could feel his chest rise and fall with a measured rhythm, a silent echo of his controlled exterior giving way to his human instincts wishing for touch and connection.

“Raphael…” you called out, a whisper. You couldn’t see his face, yet you could tell, you could feel how his lips curled up into a genuine smile as he heard his name slip from your lips, a rarity from this proud devil.

His fingers gently tilted your head, turning it towards him. When his lips met yours, the kiss was soft and sweet. 

The kiss, tender and lingering, had broken only for you to turn into his embrace fully, your head finding his shoulder. Your body, weary yet content, melded into his as if you were two seamless pieces of a long forgotten puzzle. 

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael bg3 #baldurs gate #bg3 raphael #tav #raphael the cambion #raphael x tav #raphael x reader

[geminijade]

What Are We? Part 3

A/N: Any and All Military Mistakes Are My Own. I'd love to thank @mrsevans90 for helping me get the ball rolling on this installment. It would not be possible without their input and feedback!

Trigger Warnings: A Vague Disclaimer is Nobody's Friend. You and you alone are responsible for your reading material. Jake Seresin is a complete menace. I tried to tag as many as possible but it wouldn't let me tag everyone and for that I apologize. Angst in the form of parental death/drunk driving. Illusion to Goose's untimely passing. Airplane accidents. A little bit of smut because this is Jake we're talking about. I think that covers it. If I missed anything please feel free to let me know! Hearts, likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated ❤ Happy Reading 📚

The next morning came bright and early with Jake's alarm clock waking him. He groaned and rolled over to stop the offending noise. He slammed his hand down until he made contact and all noise ceased. Lying on his back he roughly ran his hand over his face trying to wake up, he looked out his window and the sun was barely peaking over the horizon. Today was going to be a very long day of running drills and flight plans.

Jake wished that it was you waking him up with your warm, soft lips and hands instead of his shrill alarm clock. He grabbed his phone that was sitting on his bedside table and saw that he had a missed text from you. Just seeing your name first thing in the morning brought a smile to his face. Y/N: Good Morning, Handsome. You're probably still sleeping. Call me or text me when you see this. If I don't hear from you I hope that you have a wonderful day!! xoxo Y/N

Jake tossed his phone onto his slept in bed and made his way to the head to drain the snake. His dog tags rattling around his neck and his grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He quickly took care of business and washed his hands. He was desperate to hear your voice hoping that it would make his day go by quicker. Checking the time he saw that it was only a little bit past 6 in the morning.

He wasn't sure why you were awake so early but you hadn't texted him that long ago, he dialed your number and listened to it ringing on the other end. You picked up on the 3rd ring and answered, "Hello?" "Good morning sunshine. What are you doing awake this early?" You could hear the humor in his voice, Jake knew that you weren't a morning person at all. "Oh, ya know just thought that I would be up before the sun. You do this every day? On purpose?"

Jake let out a chuckle "hazard of the job, Sweetheart. So what are you doing up this early?" You groaned that Nat had talked you into joining her on her daily juice and jog as she called it. Phoenix always starts her day with a juice cleanse and a jog and she roped you into it. You were changing into a pair of leggings and matching Tshirt plus some sensible shoes. You pulled your hair into a messy bun and resumed your conversation.

"Oh you know, trying to fit in some sister quality time before she goes to work." You took a good long hard look in the mirror and decided that you looked fine for an early morning run. You were pretty sure that muggers wouldn't care what you looked like. "Can I ask you for a favor?" "Anytime. What you got for me?" You felt awkward asking and you figured that Jake could sense that.

"You don't have to be shy around me, remember I know what you sound like when you cum. " You could pretend to be scandalized but he was in the right. "Could I drop you my location? I'd just feel better knowing that you know where I am incase anything happens. Logically, I know that nothing will but I've definitely seen one to many true crime shows and horror movies that start with this exact scenario: Hot young women go jogging and boom they either find a dead body or end up as said dead body. "You were aware that you were rambling but couldn't stop yourself.

Jake thought it was adorable but he didn't want to diminish your anxiety and he thought it was cute that you were still shy around him after everything. "Of course you can. Do you know where Phoenix is taking you?" You pulled your phone away from your ear and googled the directions. "Mission Beach Park," you let Jake know as you scrolled through the pictures. It looked really pretty and not secluded but it was still dark outside and you'd rather be safe than sorry.

You dropped your location to Jake's cell phone and he heard the ding a few seconds later. You felt a little bit of relief that someone else knew where you would be. Now that you got that out of the way, it was time to move on to why you really texted him so early in the morning. You weren't sure how to broach the subject so you just dove right in. "So, next week Nat and I are hosting a little get together at the house. It was actually Amelia's idea and Penny's too. Everyone's invited. "

You kind of let the silence fill the void, the implication being that you were looking forward to seeing him again in a more personal setting. Jake decided to put you out of your misery, "wild horses couldn't keep me away from seeing you again. " You released the breath that you weren't aware that you were holding. "Good." Jake could practically feel your smile through the phone.

Phoenix yelled up the stairs that she was going to get ready and your freshly squeezed juice was sitting on the kitchen counter. You gave him all of the information for next week's gathering and you were hesitant to end the call. "I gotta run, literally. " You let out a snort and Jake thought you were adorable and had no problems letting you know that. "You're so goddamn adorable it hurts me. "

"Oh no, we wouldn't want you to be in any pain. You might have to come over and let me kiss it and make it better. " A sly smile on your face had Jake groaning into the phone. "Don't be a tease Y/N, you know that I'll drop everything and be there so fast your head will spin. " You gave yourself a final glance in the mirror and went downstairs to the kitchen.

You saw your juice where she said that it would be and you could hear the shower running as you took a sip of the green juice. It was surprisingly good and you finished about half. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Seresin." That brought a smile to his face as he was changing into a pair of athletic shorts and tshirt, you could hear his dog tags rattling as he slid them under his shirt. "What's on the agenda for today?"

Jake tried to keep his tone light when he told you that he was joining Coyote on his run followed by breakfast in the main dining hall followed by a few flight test runs and then being debriefed. "Just a typical day, sunshine. I should be done around 6. I'd love to take you out for dinner and drinks, pick you up and take you out on a proper date. You put on your best dress and get all dolled up for me. How's that sound?"

"I know what you're trying to do here, you're trying to distract me from you training for life and death missions, Lieutenant. " That got a laugh out of Jake. "Tell me that it's working?" You begrudgingly acknowledged that yes the idea of being wined and dined by him was definitely working on you. "Good. " You heard a banging on his door and you caught bits and pieces of his conversation with Javy. "Tell Javy that I say hi and you guys have a safe flight training."

Jake could hear the worry in your voice and he hated it. "I'll see you at 7 sharp, Princess." You tried to take the fear out of your voice so that he wouldn't worry about you being worried about him. "I'm counting down the seconds" you whispered into the phone as Nat made her way further into the kitchen to put on her running shoes. You both quietly hung up and you turned to face her.

"You ready?" You nodded and grabbed your light athletic jacket and you made sure that you had your gps on and your pepper spray. You and Nat stepped out onto your front porch and she locked the door behind you. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?" Phoenix asked you as she did some pre run stretches and you followed suit. You looked at her warily and let her know that Jake was picking you up at 7 tonight for a date. "Oohhh, the plot thickens, " she smirked at you.

"That's not until later tonight. I think that I'll look for a job or maybe I'll go back to school. I'm not sure yet what I want to do." Phoenix nodded and linked your arms together as you started to walk together towards the beach. "I'm really happy that you're planning a future here, I honestly wasn't sure if asking you to move here and uproot your entire existence was the right thing to do but I'm willing to help you figure everything out. "

"I appreciate you offering and for everything else that you have done for me. I should plan at least one trip back home to get the rest of my stuff out of storage and finalize the sale of the house." Phoenix lightly punched you on your shoulder and you looked over at her. "You know that you don't have to do everything on your own, right? I mean I'm all for being a strong independent woman but sometimes the adult thing to do is ask for help. Let me help you."

Your sister's words brought tears to your eyes and you were too choked up to speak so you just nodded yes and hugged her. "I love you, Y/N. You're my family and the squad already considers you one of us. There's no escaping it now." That made you laugh through your tears "only a crazy lady wouldn't want to be surrounded by hot U.S. Navy men and live near the ocean. "

That elicited a groan and an eyeroll from your sister who playfully kicked you in the butt. "I should have known that would have been the deal breaker for you. " You put your hands on your hips and started jogging down the path. "Catch me if you can," you called over your shoulder and kept up a steady pace. You two jogged in comfortable silence for a few miles and made it home just as the sun was rising.

Phoenix made sure that you got home safely and got her stuff ready for work and soon the house was quiet again. You made yourself a light breakfast of egg whites and avocado toast and took a quick shower. You threw your dirty clothes into the washer and changed into a pair of shorts and tank top. You found your laptop and fired it up, you were quickly burning through what little savings you had and you desperately needed a source of income. You refused to sponge off of your sister as you browsed the help wanted section.

In your previous life back home you were going to school for nursing and working part time when your world was turned upside down. You didn't want to go back to school so work it was, you emailed a few different places with your resume and hoped that someone would reach out to you soon. You cleaned up the kitchen and switched your laundry and decided that you would need something pretty to wear on your night out with Jake. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only a little bit past noon and you figured that it was as good as a time as any to text him and ask him where he was taking you so you could decide on an outfit. Standing in the middle of your room you shot him a quick text.

JAKE'S POV:

Jake was standing in line for lunch when his phone vibrated in his shorts pocket. His morning and afternoon consisted of a 5 mile run with Rooster, Bob, Payback, Coyote and Fanboy. A few laps around the track to cool down and then they hit the showers just in time for lunch in the mess hall. His blonde hair was still damp from the shower and he was starved. After lunch they'd be practicing evasive flight maneuvers.

He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out and saw that it was you asking for hints about how fancy should you dress up. He planned on taking you to the best steakhouse restaurant in San Diego. He fired off a quick text letting you know that he thought you would look stunning in a burlap sack. Two seconds later he got your response : not at all helpful, Seresin. Coyote was standing behind him and trying to look over Jake's shoulder to see who he was texting.

You had it narrowed down to a few different options and decided to send Jake some pictures and let him decide on which outfit was your best look. Unaware that Javy was still looking over Jake's shoulder he opened the picture messages and Coyote let out a wolf whistle. "Yo, who's the hottie sending you sexy pictures?!" Jake quickly put his phone back into his pocket but it was too late, the damage was done. All of the guys swarmed Jake trying to figure out who you were. Rooster and Phoenix walked in and saw the guys huddled around Jake.

"What's going on?" Phoenix asked and they all turned to look at her. Javy was the first to spill the beans, "Hangman has a hottie sending him sexy pictures and he won't share." If looks could kill there would be five mortally wounded men in the mess hall. Rooster glanced over at Phoenix and elbowed her in the side, "ain't that your sister, Y/N?" Phoenix slowly nodded her head and as she was walking towards them they at least had the common decency to scatter. "Before you attempt to rip me a new asshole she's not sending me nudes, she's asking for my opinion on outfits for our date tonight. "

That seemed to appease Phoenix as Jake showed her the pictures that you just sent him. "Tell her to go with the LBD and the black stilettos. " Jake quickly replied that he wanted to see you in that little black dress and sexy heels. With that decided the squad sat down and dug into their food. "What's on the agenda for after lunch?" Coyote asked Rooster. "We're going up in groups of four and practicing different counter strikes, basically the last two pilots flying are the winners. "

Hangman and Coyote fist bumped each other "Y'all might as well forfeit because you're looking at the winners right now. " That got a collective groan from the dagger squad as they made their way to their respective quarters to change into their flight suits. As they strode out onto the tarmac and waited for Maverick and the rest of the instructors to arrive Jake sent you one more text that he couldn't wait to see you tonight. Your reply was pretty much instantaneous: the feeling is completely mutual. See you soon 😉. The first four pilots got into their fighter jets and taxied down the runway.

Jake, Coyote, Phoenix and Bob were next. Everything was going according to plan, Hangman was in his element in the sky until he made a move to counteract Phoenix's attack and the sun was in his eyes and he didn't see the incoming flock of birds getting sucked into his plane's engine and everything started going haywire and he couldn't get it back under control. The next thing he knew was going into a spin and all of the fighter jets alarms started going off. "Pull up!" Coyote shouted at Jake as he struggled to bring it back under control. "I can't! All systems are in failure!! Eject!! Eject!! Eject!!"

Y/N POV

It was getting closer to 7 pm and Jake should be here any second now. You curled your hair and pulled it into a loose pony tail, you sprayed enough hair spray to put another hole in the ozone layer and once you were satisfied that not even a hurricane could move your hair you moved to put the finishing touches on your makeup. You went with a classic cat eye and fire engine red lipstick, you were spraying some perfume and getting your black clutch that matched your outfit and you heard the doorbell. You smiled as you grabbed a black leather jacket and made your way downstairs and opened the door expecting to see Jake but it was Maverick and Hondo instead. Your smile faltered and you felt your stomach sink.

"Hey Pete, Hondo. Is everything okay? Is Jake running late and he sent you to keep me preoccupied until he gets here?" Pete couldn't look at you and Hondo had his head down. Pete shook his head and cleared his throat, "I'm really sorry Y/N, earlier today we were flying flight maneuvers and patterns and there was an incident involving Hangman and Coyote. They lost contact with the control tower and ejected somewhere over the desert. Their GPS gave their last known location but it's not exact coordinates. Search and Rescue are out looking right now. "

You couldn't hear Pete but his lips were moving and Hondo looked to be on the verge of crying. You couldn't breathe, your chest felt tight and it hurt to inhale. Pete made a move to step inside your house and it all went silent. You must have dropped the stuff that you were holding but you didn't realize it. You tried to shove past them but they gently stopped you.

"No, I...we...he....had plans...." you weren't sure when you started crying but you were on the verge of hysterics and everything was happening at lightning speed while you felt like you were sinking in quicksand. Their words running through your head: Jake...Coyote....accident...desert....search and rescue. You couldn't focus, you couldn't breathe. You just knew that you couldn't sit here and wait for word if they were alive or dead. You must have made it to your room to change into jeans and a sweater.

It gets cold at night in the desert and you couldn't help but think are they hurt? Are they cold? Are they injured? Are they... no. Not possible. You wouldn't allow yourself to entertain the thought. You were frantically looking for a flashlight that you had somewhere and you found it under a pile of clothes, you saw Jake's brown bomber jacket and you grabbed that too. You ran down the stairs and grabbed your car keys sitting in the dish by the door.

Pete was chasing after you but you were quicker than him and Hondo. You got in your car and drove as fast as you could towards the base. "Shit, Hondo we have to get there before Y/N. She doesn't have the credentials to get on base and she's not thinking clearly. Text Phoenix and let her know that Y/N is headed that way. "

Hondo nodded and let Phoenix know that you knew what happened and were driving like a bat out of hell. The ride to the base was quiet and somber, Phoenix let them know that she was waiting for you at the gate. "Do you think that they're ok?" Pete took his eyes off the road for a split second and shook his head. "I honestly don't know, I really hope that they are. Y/N and Phoenix lost their parents not too long ago in a drunk driving accident. I don't think that Y/N would be able to recover losing someone who she cares about so soon after...."

You somehow made it to the base in record time without being pulled over for speeding. You barely put the car in park and jumped out leaving the keys in the ignition and the drivers side wide open. Pete and Hondo pulled in after you, "Y/N! Wait!" Their pleas fell on deaf ears and you barely recognized your sister standing at the entrance. "Natasha!! You were flying with him and Javy!! What happened?!" Pete parked your car in the visitors area and pocketed your keys and followed you onto the base and into a waiting vehicle designated to take you to the search and rescue site. "I'll fill you in on the way but you have to promise me that you'll stay out of the way and let the professionals do their job, promise me?"

You couldn't speak so you weakly nodded yes. Nat filled you in without going into to much detail. You felt stupid and weak for crying in front of your sister and her superiors but you didn't care. You couldn't lose Jake so soon after losing your parents. You made it to command central, military personnel and ATVs were scouring the desert.

Nat led you to the makeshift shelter that they had set up. It was at best controlled chaos and pandemonium. Radio chatter and flood lights overwhelmed your senses. You were numb and just standing under the white canvas tent staring into the inky darkness. You felt more than saw someone slip a wool blanket over your shoulders and hand you a cup of coffee.

You glanced over and saw that it was Rooster. He gave you a sad smile, you took the coffee into your ice cold hands and quietly thanked him. You took a sip and grimaced at the black bitterness but it was just what you needed. It was beginning to thaw out your hands and you were grateful. "We don't have to talk but just so you know I'm here for you. "

You were too overwhelmed with emotions to thank him but you hoped that he could tell you appreciated him and his efforts. Rooster led you over to a chair and you all about collapsed. Rooster sat next to you and ran his hand over your back in comfort. You had a million different questions and you wanted to ask but you thought it would be inconsiderate. You had a death grip on your coffee cup and your leg was bouncing wildly.

Rooster's big hand was on your leg trying to cease your jumpy movements. You put your hand over his and held on so tightly that your knuckles were turning white. There was a lull in the commotion and you could hear excited chatter throughout the crowd of military personnel. ".....found the wreckage ..... ejected....no sign of......bringing in trackers...."

Your head snapped up at the mention of trackers being brought in to help with the search. You looked at Rooster with hope in your tear stained eyes and he didn't have the heart to tell you that it wasn't always a good sign. He didn't have it in him to add to your heartbreak. "What does that mean? That's good, right? They walked away from the crash? They're still alive?!" Rooster silently pleaded with Maverick and he came and sat on your other side. "It's too early to tell but we should know something soon."

Dejected and overwhelmed with worry you felt a fresh set of tears forming behind your eyes. You were starting to succumb to exhaustion and fatigue. Your eyes drooping shut, you just decided to close your eyes and rest your head on Rooster's shoulder. Soon enough you let the comfort of darkness consume you completely with one last thought of Jake and Javy. Please let him come back to me.

~fin~

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Snippet - Indulgence - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

Silco and Mel get frisky. At a distance.

cw: phone sex, explicit language, degradation, ice play, begging, presumed voyeurism, orgasm denial, emotional manipulation.

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

"You would do well not to taunt a man with no qualms about bending you over his knee in private."

Snippet:

Confidential: State Files – Piltover & Zaun.

Memorandum of Encrypted Telephone Conversation

Subjects: Councilor Mel Medarda & First Chancellor Silco

Declassified and De-encrypted Under Authority of the Intra-agency Security Panel

E.O. 12596 Section 4. D(x)

Councilor Medarda: Silco?

Chancellor Silco: Councilor, I did not expect to hear from you so soon.

Councilor Medarda: 'Councilor' again, is it?

Chancellor Silco: My word. It seems I am in trouble.

Councilor Medarda: Not quite yet.

Chancellor Silco: Mel, then. Does that better suit?

Councilor Medarda: I would have hoped you'd drop the 'councilor' entirely.

Chancellor Silco: Forgive a tired man for reverting to habit.

Councilor Medarda: Tired?

Chancellor Silco: It has been a long evening.

Councilor Medarda: Is everything all right?

Chancellor Silco:  Never better, Councilor.

Councilor Medarda: Your sarcasm does little to convince me.

Chancellor Silco: My word is not enough for you?

Councilor Medarda: Your word means little without context, and you know it.

Chancellor Silco: And yet I offer it freely.

Councilor Medarda: Willing to give. Never to share.

Chancellor Silco: I've shared many things with you, petal.

Councilor Medarda: Petals and promises. Both so easily broken.

Chancellor Silco: Are you looking to start an argument, or are you simply bored?

Councilor Medarda: If I'm starting an argument, you're letting me win.

Chancellor Silco: Or I'm warming you up for the real thing.

Councilor Medarda: I'm warm enough, thanks to the fire.

Chancellor Silco: Metaphorical, I’m sure.

Councilor Medarda: And yet…

Chancellor Silco: And yet?

Councilor Medarda: Will you indulge me, Silco?

Chancellor Silco: Always, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: Tell me where you are right now?

Chancellor Silco: In an undisclosed location.

Councilor Medarda: The loo?

Chancellor Silco: Your sense of humor is unrivaled.

Councilor Medarda: And your stubbornness, unsurpassed.

Chancellor Silco: I thought that was one of your favorite qualities of mine.

Councilor Medarda: It could easily become one of my least.

Chancellor Silco: You've yet to outlast me.

Councilor Medarda: Or perhaps I have, and you've merely forgotten.

Chancellor Silco: Oh, I'd remember such a thing.

Councilor Medarda: Even if your memory was hazy the morning after?

Chancellor Silco: Our morning after?

Councilor Medarda: Yes.

Chancellor Silco: You wound me, petal.

Councilor Medarda: I do hope so.

Chancellor Silco: I've told you that I'd be busy. That doesn't mean—

Councilor Medarda: Busy with what?

Chancellor Silco: Nothing I would burden you with.

Councilor Medarda: Is the line secure?

Chancellor Silco: Naturally.

Councilor Medarda:  Then we'll return to my request.

Chancellor Silco: Divulgence or indulgence?

Councilor Medarda: Tell me where you are.

Chancellor Silco: In the bath, if you must know.

Councilor Medarda: Is this a joke?

Chancellor Silco: Why should that be a joke?

Councilor Medarda: You don't strike me as a man who lolls about in the tub.

Chancellor Silco: What do you picture is my usual manner of bathing?

Councilor Medarda: A high-pressure spray of boiling hot water.

Chancellor Silco: Just add salt.

Councilor Medarda:  Or me.

Chancellor Silco: You're in rare form tonight.

Councilor Medarda: And you aren't appreciative of my...form?

Chancellor Silco: You would do well not to taunt a man with no qualms about bending you over his knee in private.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, I have every intention of taunting you.

Chancellor Silco: To what end?

Councilor Medarda: Whatever I desire.

Chancellor Silco: Which, as usual, is a great deal.

Councilor Medarda: Do you hold that against me?

Chancellor Silco: So far, it’s been a mutual pleasure.

Councilor Medarda: And yet you sidestep the question.

Chancellor Silco: Did I not answer you properly, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: We're having quite a few conversations in half-measures tonight. I wonder if that’s what I can expect on my visit to Zaun.

Chancellor Silco: Do you require reassurance?

Councilor Medarda: I'm in the mood for something more practical.

Chancellor Silco: Oh?

Councilor Medarda: Your attention. With others, I've never had to strive for it. With you, I feel as if I have to beg.

Chancellor Silco: Have you ever begged before?

Councilor Medarda: Once or twice.

Chancellor Silco: How many men, would you say?

Councilor Medarda: Only two, and not both at once.

Chancellor Silco: Shame, that.

Councilor Medarda: I ask for indulgence, and you give me depravity.

Chancellor Silco: Do you dislike it?

Councilor Medarda: No…

Chancellor Silco: Then let’s take it up a notch. Where are you?

Councilor Medarda: Why?

Chancellor Silco: Tell me where you are and let the indulgence begin.

Councilor Medarda: In bed, by the fire, and my hands—

Chancellor Silco: Your hands are gifts of the gods. But they aren't mine. Is that it?

Councilor Medarda: I still feel them, Silco. Three weeks later, and I feel them. It's almost as if I could—as if you were here. Touching me.  Your breath on my skin. Your voice in my ear. Whispering to me. Asking me what it is I truly want.

 Chancellor Silco: Ah. Now there's poetry I can get behind. Go on.

Councilor Medarda: I'd rather hoped...

Chancellor Silco: Yes, Councilor?

Councilor Medarda: You could provide the next verse.

Chancellor Silco: Oh, is it a duet? I do like a good song.

Councilor Medarda: I have little doubt that you're a talented vocalist.

Chancellor Silco: Yet voice is a poor substitute for hands.

Councilor Medarda: They're an adequate replacement when paired with an excellent imagination.

Chancellor Silco: And yours, as I know well, is exceptional.

Councilor Medarda: It can only reach so far.

Chancellor Silco: Shall we put it to the test?

Councilor Medarda: How?

Chancellor Silco: Are your doors locked, Mel? The windows shuttered? Can anyone hear you?

Councilor Medarda:  My staff are gone. I'm alone. Completely.

Chancellor Silco: Is your mouth dry?

Councilor Medarda: I'll need a sip of water if we continue.

Chancellor Silco: Go pour yourself a glass. Have you any ice?

Councilor Medarda: Yes...?

Chancellor Silco: Fetch a cube. Pop it into your mouth.

Councilor Medarda: Why?

Chancellor Silco: Indulge me.

Councilor Medarda: ...

Chancellor Silco: How is the ice against your tongue?

Councilor Medarda: Heavy.

Chancellor Silco: Good. Keep it in your mouth.

Councilor Medarda: Mph!

Chancellor Silco: Does the cold burn?

Councilor Medarda: A—a little.

Chancellor Silco: Take the ice out. How's it doing?

Councilor Medarda: Melting.

Chancellor Silco: Wrap your lips around it. Suck.

Councilor Medarda: Mnnn...

Chancellor Silco: That's good. Now dance it down your chin. Let it trace the curve of that swan’s neck.

Councilor Medarda: Oh…

Chancellor Silco: Run it along your collarbone. Let it dip into the hollow of your throat. Feel the chill of the water. The sting of the cold. Remember where my hands have touched you. What they did. How they felt. Let the ice do the same. Savor how it burns. You're burning too, aren't you, petal? I can hear your breathing break. How much heat do you have to share?

Councilor Medarda: More. I've so much more.

Chancellor Silco: Not all at once, I think. You're a woman who can endure a slow torment. Who needs it. Who always craves more.

Councilor Medarda: Gods.

Chancellor Silco: Take the ice. Move it down. Slowly. Feel it against those perfect breasts. Let it tease a nipple. Let the chill make it stiffen. Trace it in slow circles. Back and forth. Get them puckered tight as if they're begging for my mouth.

Councilor Medarda: Ohhhh.

Chancellor Silco: Sensitive, aren't they?  You don't know how they'll be worshipped when we next meet. I'll spend hours lavishing them. Hours. Would you like that, Mel? Nothing but your sweet skin beneath my tongue.  My teeth, too. You liked that last time, didn't you?  And when I bit down, and sucked, how you shuddered.

Councilor Medarda: Don't...

Chancellor Silco: You don't enjoy it when I bite?

Councilor Medarda: Ye-es.

Chancellor Silco: Good. I enjoy your pretty little sounds when I'm tasting you.

Councilor Medarda: Gods, Silco.

Chancellor Silco: Hmm. Just like that.

Councilor Medarda: I hoped you'd warm me. Not... not this.

Chancellor Silco: Then we're of the same mind. But for now, we only have this. The ice. Our game. You understand? I want you to feel. Not think. Feel. Let the cold be me. My lips. My tongue. My teeth. You'll get the real deal soon enough.

Councilor Medarda: You swear to that?

Chancellor Silco: Upon my word as a Zaunite. For now, I want you to run the ice along your belly. Into your tender little navel. Let it sit a moment. Let it make you shiver. Let it remind you of all the other things we've done. The ways I've touched you.

Councilor Medarda: Gods, it f-f-feels strange.

Chancellor Silco: You've never tried this on yourself before?

Councilor Medarda: I'm not that adventurous.

Chancellor Silco: You are tonight. Keep going.

Councilor Medarda: Mnn...

Chancellor Silco: Run the ice on the inside of each thigh. Up and down. Feel the burn. The heat. The wetness. Remember how my hands felt there. My tongue. Remember how I sank to my knees for you.  My teeth raking across that beautiful belly. My mouth in the softness and curls below. You smell divine. Has anyone ever told you that?

Councilor Medarda: You've yet to tell me anything about that night. Your thoughts. Your feelings.

Chancellor Silco: A grievous oversight.

Councilor Medarda:  You sound... breathless.

Chancellor Silco: My bath grows cold while I listen to you. But I won't rush this.

Councilor Medarda: Why not?

Chancellor Silco: Because I love the sounds you make.

Councilor Medarda: I'd love yours, too, if you made more.

Chancellor Silco: And here I've been talking enough for two.

Councilor Medarda: I meant for things other than talking.

Chancellor Silco: You want a warming or a whipping, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: Both.

Chancellor Silco: Greedy thing. The ice... does it ache yet? Is it melting? Is your sweet cunt throbbing? 

Councilor Medarda: Ye-es.

Chancellor Silco: Then use it before it’s gone.

Councilor Medarda: What—?

Chancellor Silco: Slide it between your legs.

Councilor Medarda: N-No!

Chancellor Silco: Why not?

Councilor Medarda: It's—it's too cold.

Chancellor Silco: That's what I'm here for. To warm you.

Councilor Medarda: Silco....

Chancellor Silco: You mustn't keep me waiting, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: You're t-t-terrible.

Chancellor Silco: Do as I say. Slowly. Feel the cold. And know it's only a substitute. A reminder of what's to come. When you see me again, the next time I touch you, there will be no games. No distance. Just us.  Just my mouth, and my fingers, and my cock. And you'll want it so badly, it will be agony.  I'll make you ache, petal. And then, I'll give you everything you deserve. Do you want that, Mel? Tell me.

Councilor Medarda: Gods, yes. I want it. I want you.

Chancellor Silco: Then stop fighting, treasure. Open your legs. Open them wide. Down the ice goes.

Councilor Medarda: Ohhhhhh.

Chancellor Silco:  How's that feel? 

Councilor Medarda: Cold, cold, cold.

Chancellor Silco: Imagine that it's me. Warming you up. Nuzzling into that pretty little mound. Running my tongue over those soft sweet lips. Back and forth, back and forth. Letting the chill numb the pain, while the heat builds inside. Then I'll go deeper. Spread you open. Drink from you. How would you like that?

Councilor Medarda: Yes. Gods.

Chancellor Silco: Are your legs shaking, petal?

Councilor Medarda: Yessss...

Chancellor Silco:  Too cold? Shall we heat things up?

Councilor Medarda: Please—!

Chancellor Silco: No fear. You're warmer than ice. Hell's teeth, you're a furnace. Burning up with bliss. I haven't forgotten. How could I, when the image of your perfect cunt is branded into my mind?  When I close my eyes, it's all I can see. Those tender lips. That sweet pink clit. How you drip for me. All the ways you taste. Like salted caramel and sherry. You've no idea how badly I want another taste.  

Councilor Medarda: S-S-Silco....

Chancellor Silco: When we meet again, I'm going to eat you up, petal. You'll be in my bed, spread out like a gourmet meal. And I'll be a starving man. I'll take my fill. You'll give me every last drop. You'll beg me to lap you up. Then you'll scream for me, Mel. Just like in the tunnel. You remember, don't you? How you begged for more. How you pulled my hair. Clenched your thighs around my head and ground into my face. It was divine. And it will be again. Won't it?

Councilor Medarda:  Pleasepleaseplease...

Chancellor Silco: Ice doesn't listen to pleas. Neither do I.

Councilor Medarda:  I can't take it!

Chancellor Silco: You'll bloody well take everything I give you.

Councilor Medarda:  Ich bitte dich...

Chancellor Silco: That's more like it. There’s that Noxian fire coming to the surface. I won't have you holding anything back. Give it all to me, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: Mein Gott. Bitte... ich bitte dich. Bitte...

Chancellor Silco: You're getting close, aren't you? Is your sweet cunt throbbing? Are you dripping for me?

Councilor Medarda: Ja. Bitte. Ich bin so nah.

Chancellor Silco: Say the words.

Councilor Medarda: I'm close. I'm so close. I need it.

Chancellor Silco: Not that. The other word.

Councilor Medarda: You don't mean...?

Chancellor Silco: Don't tell me you're shy?

Councilor Medarda: It's too vulgar.

Chancellor Silco: Therein lies the joy.

Councilor Medarda: If someone found these tapes....

Chancellor Silco: How could they? Not with the encryption. Unless we wanted them to. Unless you'd enjoy having a few Council members listen in. Is that what you'd like, Councilor Medarda? For all of Topside to hear how filthy their golden dove can be? How she begs a born sumpraker like a slut in heat? How she creams herself when he puts her in her place?

Councilor Medarda: God damn you.

Chancellor Silco: It'd be an exhibition for the ages. So say it. Say the word.

Councilor Medarda: No!

Chancellor Silco: Say it. Or we play no more.

Councilor Medarda: This was not what I called you for!

Chancellor Silco: What did you call me for, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: For comfort. For warmth. Not this. 

Chancellor Silco: This?

Councilor Medarda: This... cruelty.

Chancellor Silco: Shouldn't I be cruel? After the way your city treated mine?

Councilor Medarda: Silco. Don't do this.

Chancellor Silco: If not cruelty, then what, Mel? What do you crave? What would satisfy you? Tell me. Say the words. And I'll give it to you. Whatever you want.

Councilor Medarda: Please, I...

Chancellor Silco:  Sssh. Hush, now.  It's all right, Mel. We'll stop. Just say the word, and we'll stop.

Councilor Medarda: No-o...

Chancellor Silco: Of course not, petal. How could I? When you sound like that. When you beg like that. You're close, aren't you? So achingly close. It's unbearable. And I wouldn't dream of depriving you. Just say you need me. Say your little cunt is dripping for my cock. That your pretty thighs are spread. Your perfect skin shining with sweat. Say you're ready. So ready. And then I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything.

Councilor Medarda: Yes. Gods. Yes.

Chancellor Silco: How often has a man heard you whisper "cunt?" Go on. Say it.

Councilor Medarda: …my cunt...

Chancellor Silco: Keep going.

Councilor Medarda: My cunt is weeping for you, Silco. I can't stand it. Please. Bitte. I need it. I need you.

Chancellor Silco: That's good. Keep begging. Let the whole damn city hear you. Who cares? What have you got to hide? Nothing. You're sublime, petal. You're a work of art. The sweetest fucking masterpiece in Topside. And you're mine.

Councilor Medarda: Yours. Yes. Yours.

Chancellor Silco: And is your dripping, gorgeous cunt ready to be filled up?

Councilor Medarda: Gods, yes—!

Chancellor Silco: How's the ice?

Councilor Medarda: It's...

Chancellor Silco: Nearly gone?

Councilor Medarda: And it's not—not—

Chancellor Silco: Not enough?

Councilor Medarda: It's not your tongue. Or your hands. Or your—

Chancellor Silco: Say the word.

Councilor Medarda: It's not your cock.

Chancellor Silco: And does your wet little cunt need that?

Councilor Medarda: Yessss.

Chancellor Silco: Are you begging now, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: I am.  Please. I'll go crazy if you don't touch me.

Chancellor Silco: What’s a girl got to do to earn a fuck around here, hm?

Councilor Medarda:  Don't call me a girl.

Chancellor Silco: Fruit of the forbidden tree, then.

Councilor Medarda: Sweet, ripe fruit. And it's going to waste.

Chancellor Silco: Not if I spend it in one place. Okay, petal. Take the ice. Slide it in a little deeper. A little higher. Let it kiss your clit.

Councilor Medarda: Aahh, gods!

Chancellor Silco: Rub the ice over that precious bud. Back and forth.

 Councilor Medarda: I'm too sensitive. I can’t—

Chancellor Silco: Trace around it. Gently. Up and down.

Councilor Medarda: Mmmhhh.

Chancellor Silco: Run the ice in circles 'round that little nub.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, sweet Janna. It feels—

Chancellor Silco: Feels what?

Councilor Medarda: It feels good.

Chancellor Silco: Hmmm. Let it feel good.

Councilor Medarda: Please, Silco.

Chancellor Silco: You want more?

Councilor Medarda: You.

Chancellor Silco: You've already got me. Willing and able.

Councilor Medarda: What…?

Chancellor Silco: My cock is ready for you, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, Gods. Were you—?

Chancellor Silco: Guilty as charged.

Councilor Medarda: This whole time...?

Chancellor Silco: It would've been a waste to stop, considering it's why I was in the bath in the first place.

Councilor Medarda: Sweet Janna.

Chancellor Silco: Do I even have to ask how wet you are?

Councilor Medarda: No. Gods.

Chancellor Silco: Let me in, then.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, oh, oh...

Chancellor Silco: Trace a finger along that soft little mouth of yours. And I don't mean the one on your face.

Councilor Medarda: Ahhh.

Chancellor Silco: That's right. Feel those pretty pouting lips.

Councilor Medarda: I'm going insane, Silco.

Chancellor Silco: So am I. By Kindred, you've no idea how much I want you. I'm rock hard. Aching for you. My fingers are cramped from stroking myself all the while.  Think you can take all of me at once? Even if it hurts? Because I'm dying to split you in two, Mel. To fill you up until there's nothing left. No empty spaces.  Until you forget your name. Your title. Your family. Until you don't know anything but the feel of me. Would you like that, treasure? Is that what you need?

Councilor Medarda: Ja. Bitte.

 Chancellor Silco: Ssh. Don't cry, petal. There's no reason for tears. Not now.

Councilor Medarda: It's too much.

Chancellor Silco: Then it's time for me to take the reins. Let's finish this.

Councilor Medarda: Yes. Please. Finish me.

Chancellor Silco: All in good time. Take what's left of the ice. Push it in. Use in two fingers.

Councilor Medarda: Three.

Chancellor Silco: Like a tight fit, do we?

Councilor Medarda: You felt—bigger than this.

Chancellor Silco: You coy little flatterer.

Councilor Medarda: It burns. Oh, gods—!

Chancellor Silco: You can't handle a little fire, Mel? A little hurt? What do you need, then? To be wrapped in cotton wool? Swaddled in silk? To have the world fawn and fall at your feet? Is that what you expect? Poor lamb. That's not how things are.

Councilor Medarda: You—you promised no cruelty.

Chancellor Silco: I'm not cruel. I'm honest. And the honest truth is that the world will hurt you. I'll hurt you. But it won't always be painful. By the end, it will be glorious. You'll ache in the best possible way.  You'll be remade. And no one will be able to hurt you again. I swear it.

Councilor Medarda: Please...

Chancellor Silco: Sssh. No more games. Use your fingers, Mel. All three. Push 'em in deep. Feel how soft and hot and tight you are. Now imagine my cock in their place. Splitting you open inch by inch. Stretching that perfect little cunt. I've never met one quite so greedy as yours. I think you'd devour me if I gave you the chance. 

Councilor Medarda: Please, Silco.

Chancellor Silco: Now push. Hard.

Councilor Medarda: God-d-ds.

Chancellor Silco: Find that sweet spot. That one that makes you moan and beg and cry out my name. Curl your fingers. The way I know you do when you’re alone.

Councilor Medarda: I, I think...

Chancellor Silco: Think what?

Councilor Medarda: Found it.

Chancellor Silco: A treasure hunt, is it? Well done. Now rub that spot, darling. Rub it nice and slow.

Councilor Medarda: Ohhhh.

Chancellor Silco: Now go faster.

Councilor Medarda: I-I...

Chancellor Silco: Picture my cock. Slidin' in. Deep as it'll go. Filling you up. Stuffing you full. How'd it feel that night, Mel? To have all that inside you? Did it hurt that time? Because you're so small. So delicate. And my cock's not a gentle thing. But you took it. You took it so well. You clenched your beautiful legs around my hips and pulled me deeper. Begged me for more. I tried to be gentle with you, I swear. But you wouldn't have it. You needed me hard. You needed me rough. Didn't you, Mel? My sweet little whore?

Councilor Medarda: ... Silco....

Chancellor Silco: Go fast, now. Fuck yourself. Make it hurt.

Councilor Medarda: More. Oh. More.

Chancellor Silco: I'll give you more, Mel. So much more. You've got the ice. You've got your fingers. You've got my voice. Now use all three. Imagine. My weight on you. My fists in your hair. My teeth on your neck. 

Councilor Medarda: Yesss.

Chancellor Silco: And then I'll take one of those pretty tits. And bite down. Hard.

Councilor Medarda: Please.

Chancellor Silco: Take those nipples between my teeth. And suck, and suck, and suck, until you're clenching so tight around my cock. Until you're halfway to madness. Then I'll grab your hips. And sink into you. As hard as I can. As hard as you can take it. And then some. And you'll love every minute of it. Won't you, petal?

Councilor Medarda: I'm, I'm, I'm...

Chancellor Silco:  Then I'd turn you around. Get the lay of the land. Dig my fingers into that sweet arse. Spread you wide open. And I'd fuck you from behind. Like the bitch in heat you are. Make you scream my name, Mel. Make you sob and sob and sob, until the only word on your lips is my name. And the only thing on your mind is me. Me. Mine.

Councilor Medarda: Oh, gods, oh, gods, oh, gods....

Chancellor Silco: I'll watch as my cock fucks into you. Again and again. Watch that perfect cunt swallow every inch. I'll fll you until you're never empty again. I'll keep filling you until you come.

Councilor Medarda: Silco—oh Janna—I-I'm—

Chancellor Silco: Every single inch of me. You'd take all of me, wouldn't you?

Councilor Medarda: Gods, yes.

Chancellor Silco: Let go, petal. Come on. Let it go. Come for me, Mel. Come for me. Now.

Councilor Medarda: Silco. Oh gods. Silco.

Chancellor Silco:  Louder. Let the whole blasted city hear you.

Councilor Medarda: Gods. Gods. Gods.

Chancellor Silco: Let me hear it, Mel. Give me everything.

 Councilor Medarda: Oh—!

Chancellor Silco:  Fuck.

Councilor Medarda: ...Silco…

Chancellor Silco: Sssh. Breathe, Mel.

Councilor Medarda: …Can't…

Chancellor Silco: Breathe. In, and out. Deep as you can. That's good.

Councilor Medarda: Ohhhh.

Chancellor Silco: Mel?

Councilor Medarda:  Mmm?

Chancellor Silco: How'd we fare?

Councilor Medarda: I…I can't see.

Chancellor Silco: Gone blind, have we?

Councilor Medarda: I meant you.

Chancellor Silco: Still on the line, petal.

Councilor Medarda: Did you...?

Chancellor Silco: What can I say? The duet was inspiring.

Councilor Medarda: Duet, was it?

Chancellor Silco: That, and the fact that you said "Cock," and "cunt," and, most importantly, "Silco" in tones I've never heard. It was enough to send a man over the edge.

Councilor Medarda: Gods, you are intractable.

Chancellor Silco: How's your wrist?

Councilor Medarda: Sore.

Chancellor Silco: Good. Once it's better, we'll see about a different sort of sore.

Councilor Medarda: My sheets are a mess…

Chancellor Silco: A job well-done.

Councilor Medarda: I'll have to change them before the servants do.

Chancellor Silco: Ah, to have servants. Every mess mopped up. Every mistake swept away.

Councilor Medarda: There were no mistakes tonight. Only indulgences.

Chancellor Silco: And they're rarer than most.

Councilor Medarda: Rare enough to trigger a regression?

Chancellor Silco: I don't quite follow?

Councilor Medarda: You sound different when you're... when we're... like that. More—

Chancellor Silco: Uncouth, I'd wager

Councilor Medarda: —Honest.

Chancellor Silco: If you'd known, you would've taken advantage sooner, eh?

Councilor Medarda:  Just... the way you sound. It's warmer. More human.

Chancellor Silco: You're waxing poetic now.

Councilor Medarda: Do not dismiss it. Your voice is a honed weapon, and you know how to wield it. But here? Between the two of us? There's a tenderness that is rarely present. I could swear I'm with a different man.

Chancellor Silco: Would you prefer a different man?

Councilor Medarda: I'm quite satisfied with the one on the line. Even if he is an elusive trickster.

Chancellor Silco: From Piltover's Golden Fox, that's quite a compliment.

Councilor Medarda: Is there no honesty you esteem, Silco? Nothing that isn't a game?

Chancellor Silco: Games are more fun.

Councilor Medarda: This wasn't a game.

Chancellor Silco: An indulgence, rather. But are you sated, Councilor? May this waterlogged prune retire for the night?

Councilor Medarda: Yes, though "prune" is hardly how I picture you. Water seems your natural element. You bask in the sunlit shallows. But you truly thrive in the deep, where no one can see you. That's where you're strongest.

Chancellor Silco: And yet what sea does not kiss the shore?

Councilor Medarda: Will you?

Chancellor Silco: Will I what?

Councilor Medarda: Kiss me.

Chancellor Silco: On the lips or elsewhere?

Councilor Medarda: Surprise me.

Chancellor Silco: Hmmm. We do love surprises, between us, don't we? Very well. I promise you this. When you next descend belowground, the darkness will cover you. But so will I.

Councilor Medarda:  I'll look forward to it. Silco?

Chancellor Silco: Yes, Mel?

Councilor Medarda: What do we say now?

Chancellor Silco: What we've always said. The same as the first time we said it.

Councilor Medarda: Until next time.

Chancellor Silco: And many times after.

Councilor Medarda: Vielen Dank für alles.

Chancellor Silco: Das war nix.

[END MEMORANDUM]

#arcane league of legends #arcane #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane mel #mel medarda #silco x reader #melco #silco x mel

[sideeve]

If you’re doing John wick, I have a few requests

1: a very fluffy one shot with John and reader

2: John is in the middle of a job at a nightclub and he asks the reader where his target is. The reader gives the info cause they’re fed up with the target being an asshole.

3: the marquis puts his significant other or sibling reader into a safe house to protect them from John wick.

i gotchu

you swirl you glass of liquor around, staring at the boring football game being displayed on the small television above you. you dreaded going to bars, but you were the gossip girl in this assassination field.

it was your job to know everything. who killed who, where they would be. everything. but spilling this knowledge came with a price.

“i don’t care who wins.” you roll your eyes, closing them as you take a gulp of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat. “i need information on the whereabouts of Ronan.”

the infamous Baba Yaga stalks over you, waiting for you to turn in your chair. “no convo prep?” you sigh, turning around in your chair. “what will i get in return?” you saw him reach down in his pocket, hearing the sound of coins click together. “save it. it was a test to see if you were serious. just kill the bastard.”

“such language. almost sounds like you hate him.” despite his stoic expression, you sensed a hint of humor in his tone. “i don’t care how you kill him. just make sure he doesn’t see the next sunrise.”

he chuckles. “what has he done to you for you to feel that way?” you take a breath, tryin not you get upset as you remember a few memories. “long story he left me for dead once.”

john hums. “i’ll take a stab another stab at him. as revenge for you.” he winks. from hearing all these horror stories from people who’ve encountered him, he seems like a genuine man.

“what about you? why are you goin’ after the man?” your body loosens. “ah,” he takes a sharp inhale, “i have a list of people who participated in taking my life away from you. luckily for you, he’s up there.”

“and luckily for you,” you pull out a notepad from your back pocket, scribbling some words and locations down before ripping the paper off, pressing it against his chest. “i know where he’s been.”

john’s eyes search through yours, finding a glint of attraction reflecting from him to you. “may your journey be quick and his death swift.” you hop off the stool, walking out the bar.

he skims over the paper, his eyes locking with a series of numbers and a “xoxo” written at the bottom. “what a woman.” he smiles, shaking his head, stuffing the paper in his breast pocket as he leaves the bar.

i haven't been sleeping good so if this doesn't make sense...i don't know what to tell you

#john wick x reader #john wick fanfic #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves fanfic #» 🐰 john wick’s bunny

[to-the-stars8]

With regard to the headcanons request for dc characters:

Bruce watches old recorded Gray Ghost episodes when he’s stressed

Jon is secretly a cat person

Clark has spent time learning as many languages as he can get his hands on for the sole purpose of understanding when people are asking for help

Lois is dyslexic

Alfred is pansexual

Bruce curls up like L from Death Note when he’s comfortable— knees to his chest, hunched like a gargoyle— but when he’s upset he stands straight and straightens his shoulders like a creature puffing up to make itself look bigger

Damian is a gamer and loves puzzle games like Portal and metroidvanias but hates first person games, especially shooters

Damian reads shojo manga (romance and such) while Tim reads shounen (action/adventure) and Jason reads slice-of-life but none of them know either of the others is into manga/anime

Duke and Alfred have exactly the same sense of humor

Alfred and Jason make each other’s birthday cakes since they have the same birthday

Alfred and Cass can both knit and crochet, Bruce and Jason can knit but not crochet, Dick and Duke can crochet but not knit, Tim and Damian are disasters and not allowed near yarn

Selina has eaten grass because her cats were eating it and she was curious what it tasted like

Diana Prince can cry on command but only cries accidentally when someone has lied to her

The member of the Justice League with the longest record for hours gone without sleeping is Captain Marvel because his magical construct body doesn’t make him sleep like normal physical bodies do. The second longest record holder is Hal Jordan.

Alfred picked up some magic to help him get through all the household maintenance things around the manor each day but no one has noticed so he continues to leave it unmentioned

Sorry, it took me so long to respond to this!! I'm terrible when it comes to responding to asks lol. I honestly loved all of these!! Esp, the Lois Lane one bc that b def cannot spell in canon. Not to mention the Clark one, ahhh my mans is too good for this world. Imagine how surprised but not surprised Bruce would be. Thank you for sharing these with me!! xoxo

#asks #jason todd #clark kent #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #headcanons

[minheelovelee]

Heya, can I request the nsfw a-z for Yuma/&team, Heeseung and Sunoo both Enhypen? Ty 💖

Can I be the ❄️ anon

hi anon! ofc you can be snowflake! welcome to my little anon family :))) thanks for requesting, doing yuma today :P he's so interesting and very naughty. also i’m doing this wiff an edible in my system. wish me luck.

yuma nsfw a-z

warnings: nsfw :) slight cnc. slight noncon.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- he's so lazy. he'll fuck you stupid for hours. after he cums for the last time, he’s done done. you’re better off cleaning up in the morning, because he’s already hanging off your neck and snoring in your ear.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-i wouldn't say this is his favorite part, but his mouth. he's always leaving trails of marks in hidden areas. he's moved past the desire for leaving hickies. you'll find his signature bite marks in places no one else can see.

- bewbs. anything he can do concerning your rack, he’s so down for.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- inside. he’ll beg for it if you ask. any hole will do.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- yuma is so naughty. that’s the best word to describe him. he’s very sneaky with his exhibitionism. most of the time, people won’t catch on to whatever foul acts he’s engaging in right under their noses. like how he fucks you in the same room as euijoo. or when he grinds on you while they talk about important subjects. how about every time he’s made you cum on his leg during a movie night.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- he’s watched so much porn oh my god. everything under the sun. he’s new to the whole sex thing, but he’ll tell you he’s got year of experience under his belt. you’ll be able to tell he’s lying, when he cums after seven thrusts.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- spooning. reaching around to feel your tits is his fav thing. he likes when you spoon him too. jerking him off or fucking him deep.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- he’s a silly boy. when he’s feeling softer, he’s always smilin’ at you and giggling about something. definitely the type to giggle into kisses. or while he’s giving head. xoxo

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- probably doesn’t shave. he doesn’t care to. if you tell him he doesn’t have to, he won’t.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- he can be romantic, i’m sure. but he’s not really a romantic guy. he’s very intimate, though. getting as close as possible, and dedicating himself to his partner.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- like every other day. multiple days in a row if he’s bored. he’s got a lot of extra, unspent energy that he channels into horniness.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- somnophilia: oh he’s obsessed. him sneaking into the room after work. getting his partners little hole nice and wet with spit. bullying his cock past the tight rim. wiping away tears as his baby starts to cry. love it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- bathroom/bedroom. he likes to leave the doors unlocked/ajar and give you a false sense of safety. he thinks it’s funny when people walk in. the blush it leaves on your face fuels his humiliation kink.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- the word “no”. he’s just going to sweet talk you into changing your mind. the word means nothing to him. it’s just a trigger word that makes him hard.

- desperation. he loves when you’re too desperate to make calculated movements. when the kissing is all tongue and teeth, the clothes don’t even need to come off. he loves it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- can’t say that i have an idea for this.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- baby loves getting head :( he wants you gagging on his cock whenever possible. fucking your mouth >

- he’s really good at giving head. all positions. all holes. and eye contact.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- he’s quite fast. he doesn’t hold back with his pace. his movements are rough too. but he’s a dancer, when he applies himself, his movements are so fluid and perfect.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- so down. when the urge presents itself, he acts on it. sex isn’t just for home.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- he’s willing to take risks, even when it’s deemed as inappropriate to do so. public sex, but he’s choking you until you’re dizzy. bath sex, but he’s making you suck his cock under the water.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- unreasonably long. his needs are high.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- oh of course. he has a fleshlight to fuck when he needs a hole. he probably has some vibrator to fuck himself with. he’s likes blindfolds too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-he’s super naughty and a big tease. he only gives you enough please to feel a little nice. then he takes whatever he wants. you have to beg to feel good.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- whiny and annoying. it’s impossible to have sex without his roommates hearing. he got over the teasing after the first few times. they’ve been catching him getting off for years. he doesn’t keep his mouth shut. he makes really cute throaty sounds. you can’t blame him for letting everyone hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- this friend is so kind. he’s used you as a model to show his friends what sex looks like. he knows they’re inexperienced and lacking skill. he’ll teach them a thing or two while using your body. that time he let nico practice his oral technique on you. or when he had jo fuck your ass to practice lasting longer.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- like 4-5 inches. if he had 5.5 i’d be pleasantly surprised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- if you’re here, you know.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- 7 minutes maximum. 3 minutes minimum. he’s a tired boy let him sleep. when he fucked you until he buried his cum deep inside you, then went to eat you out… then fell asleep on your pussy. whoops.

#mhll &team #mhll yuma #&team smut #❄️ anon #mhll ❄️ anon

[khaotic-neutrxl]

Am I the only one who thinks Vi's zodiac chart has a big is Virgo placement?

I mean, she's very earth-sign and fire-sign oriented in her approach to things as a character. Definitely has an Aries placement, that's why she's fierce, reckless, headstrong, etc. Confirmed to have a Taurus placement. I just see that a lot of those earthy traits she has can also be attributed to Virgo, ex:

- Hardworking

- Observant

- Logical

- Serious

- Straight to the point

- Stubborn

- Responsible

- Critical

- Patient (like with Powder in the beginning, and Jinx when she finds her)

- Frustrated easily

- Worried (thought about Powder all through prison, wanted her to stay home to be away from possible harm)

- Sarcastic, Dry Humor

But some BIG ones that stick out to me are need for organization and perfection. I know AT FIRST Vi seems like the type of person to not give that much of a shit, not that uptight, not that organized in the sense of having a perfect decluttered room and classy appearance. But I am talking about in her CHARACTER, what drives her approach in situations a lot.

She is organized in the way that she plans things out, like missions---like how she is observant with getting information, planning out a route, organizing a team with members having certain tasks, etc.

She may not be looking for perfection in the general face-value sense, but with her duties she really plans things to go perfectly, albeit mentally or when organizing a team. She wants things to go smoothly, as she planned, and has criticisms when things don't go accordingly. Not necessary a bad thing, like when she told Mylo to stop complaining.

Also, I like that a in the show she's given this serpent-esque look a lot. Which in the Chinese zodiac is synonymous with Taurus, very earthy and sharp. Which Vi can be. But she's also alluring---charming almost everybody, having lots look up to her. Which is a very Virgo thing to me. Keeping up a perfect front, having a sense of gifted skill surrounding them that screams all-in-order, a reliable person worth recognition.

^ me whenever marcus is on screen

Also, a huge part of the show surrounds communication. This is important!

Well, it is to me at least because the planetary ruler of Virgo is Mercury, the planet of communication. And a huge part of Vi's character was communicating something to someone that changed their life, for better or worse, and trying to fix that.

Nicknames are a big thing for Virgos. Not necessarily only as a bad thing, more as a way to describe something in its entirety, briefly, in one word. A way to communicate a bigger meaning, whether it be criticism or love for someone, with strength in their words. Straight to the point, practical. Sometimes fatal.

Because of their mentally analytical behavior, they tend to judge before they love/trust something. Like, think when Vi first was with Caitlyn. Sharp responses and quick judgements, assessing her as a person before coming to trust and accept her. Contrast with Powder, who latched onto Silco, this stranger, the moment she saw him.

But also, like, IM SORRY, but Vi just straight up communicating this so straightforward just SOLD it for me...LIKE CMON VI THE NICKNAME TOOOOO

Also the symbol of Virgo is the Virgin and if that doesn't make this scene of her seeing Caitlyn being all fruity pop in your head...

LMAOOOOO pls

And just to top it all off to traumatize ppl for funsies, Silco telling Jinx Powder all she ever probably wanted to hear from Vi, knowing she had a sorts of expectations for perfection put on her passively, just stabs me in the heart everytime...

I'm going to end it allLLLLLLL

anyways that concludes my TED talk if you made it to this point congratulations you have survived my autism XOXO 😋✌️

#arcane show #overanalyzing #overanalysis #sorry forgive me #the demons made me #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #vi arcane #arcane vi #arcane caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman #silco arcane #arcane silco #these bitches gay #good for them #sobbing on the floor #vi = VIrgo ⁉️⁉️ #🐓 #YALL THE CHINESE ZODIAC FOR VIRGO IS ROOSTER #they're twinsies #LMFAOOOO #😭😭😭 #jus kidding i love u vi #arcane fandom #gay gay gay #gonna implode #arcane season 2 #zodiacs #arcane zodiacs #zodiac signs

[readychilledwine]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)🌈🌈

Xoxo Sara

I've received and been tagged in this a few times, and I'll be honest, I'm struggling to find 5 things and baby daddy had to help. So... here we go:

My empathy. It's a lost skill that many claim to have, but do not fully understand how to use.

My sense of humor and sarcasticness. My friends all voted me funniest person in the room once. It might have been a lie, but I run with it.

My mom skills. My daughter rarely cries. We're too in sync for me to let that happen.

My smile. Only because baby daddy says seeing can completely change his day.

Oddly, my ability to drink water. It's the one form of self care I am consistently doing and excellent at 🤣

#elizabeths.updates #send asks #get to know me #spread kindess

[crash-and-cure]

Dear Crash,

I had too much for a reply on your post so I'm writing you here :) I tend to read other writers' fic either late at night or during the day (at work or in between life bs) and so I feel bad, because I don't usually take the time to really tell people how good their writing is, like specifically. But I want to be better, and I feel like if I'm not going to celebrate a 21K first chapter like Burin' a Hole, than what kind of person am I?

Did I know what the omegaverse was bf yesterday? No. In fact, and I mean this without judgement, but bc I have never really read this genre bf, I was a little unsure or wary of what to expect but I have read you other work so many times , that I just dove in. And then I reread it again. There were several things that I noticed reading it a second time, like the significance of having her be a make-up artist and the quote from Kitty, ugh, of course, because she is hiding who she is, the appeal of this career/interest makes so much sense. Elvis reading the mail when she comes to tell him she got another job. There were so many other things that just bowl me over with how much work you put into crafting this piece. The humor too - that Doner party gag, ahhhhh! Perry Mason wins, lollll!

And the way you build these characters, especially E and reader ! Muah, chef's kiss! I love the flipped expectations bf they present, I really appreciated that reader is not just using suppressants to save her father's reputation (bc I don't think that would be motivation enough), but because of her history with alphas, and having watched what her mother went through, and fear of abandonment, and the genuine fear of the intensity of being mated to one. I could see why she does what she does. One of my favorite passing vignettes is the image of Elvis holding up traffic trying to get her to come back to the show after they fight while she walks to the bus stop with a suitcase.

And, of course, the last part ... well, let's just say I have a feeling that section is now one of my go to comfort readings when I want to smile and shiver and be inspired in my own writing.

I'm probably fangirling out too much here, but I'll just end by saying thanks for your fucking brilliance and I'm so grateful I found your work! 21 K fucking words!!! I guess I'm an alpha!elvis stan now, which i never predicted by am so in to, picturing angry alpha austin elvis here....

xoxo

Norah

Thank you so much ☺ I love to hear what people loved most about my pieces and I'm so happy to see when they pick up on those details!

When I started writing this one, there was so much to think about in terms of how the ABO dynamics interacted with the era. Which was a lot of fun to speculate on and at times also overwhelming TBH, but once I figured this out and the details within the request I was able to go from there. When I got the request the thought she was a makeup artist while also being someone who hides who she is was too good of detail to leave so happy to see you picked up on it. The humor was an important aspect to me to really showcase their friendship (what's a light threat of cannibalism between best friends lol).

That being said the build up of the relationship was one of the most crucial aspects to the story for me as to why of all the omegas that froth at the mouth over him, why reader? So them being friends since they were kids and being shaped by one another was something I really wanted to explore. Knowing how he was described as a kid, that definitely factored into how he was expected to present in this world, so reader had to be on the opposite end of that spectrum. Her being his most ardent supporter since the get-go, and basically being the extrovert that adopts the introvert was something I thought fit well into that why.

The readers motivations were also in the same vein of asking why not go for it? Especially making a bold reader, you're right on the money that saving her piece of shit father's reputation was her lowest priority. Fear of abandonement is something I think many people can relate to so the fact that in this world an abandoned mated omega going into heat oftentimes = death, doesn't help either. It doesn't help that the fact that her primary example for an A/O relationship fell apart so spectacularly and both parents to some degree laid the responsibility for it's destruction at her feet, and she unintentionally internalized alot of the blame and now believes that there is something inherently wrong with her.

Something I also had to take into account was why Elvis didn't go for it earlier either, and I can't believe I forgot to mention it in the story, but there is this idea (potentially false) that Alpha's tend to unintentionally injure Beta partners in the act which he would never want to risk (edit: as well as the very real fact that an A/B couple can't reproduce which of course is heavily stigmatized especially in this era). But just because the physical aspect wasn't there didn't mean he didn't view it as a relationship in all other ways, as in his mind for all other intents and purposes reader is his. He to a lesser extent was also traumatized seeing reader so emotionally effected by her situation, utterly unable to imagine how a mother could do that to her kid so he wanted to always keep her close to him. So when the reality that she is an omega comes to light and she wants to leave the temporary pain of a less than willing claiming bite is outweighed by the knowledge that with it she'll never be able to leave.

Believe it or not that vignette was a last minute edition, because I wanted to demonstrate readers near iron will to truly make the fact that she eventually just gives in to him all the more poignant.

I put alot of work into that final section, wanting to make it hot but also elevate it given the omegaverse setting so I'm honored to hear you feel inspired by it.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write this all out, especially when you're working on your own amazing story as well! I'm honestly so grateful for all the love and support I've been getting from you and all of the other lovely readers out there.

Again thank you so much Norah!

#crash answers #elvis #elvis 2022 #yandere!elvis x reader #omega!reader #omega reader #omegaverse

[marisshifting]

Little Introduction!

•This account is mainly about reality shifting!

•My name is too long, and I prefer to be called Mari anyways, so yeah that's my name

•I'm a minor! but a teen (dw I'm not a kid, just in case...)

•I'm from Italy

•I study at a Linguistic High School (focus on three foreign languages' grammar, literature and culture)

•I am a certified ENFP

•I speak Italian and English fluently, I understand Spanish, I know the basics of French, Chinese and Korean and I can read Japanese

•I am straight and cis, but a proud ally!

•My pronouns are she/her/hers

•My favorite color is Lilac

•I am an agnostic Christian

•I have Greek origins

•I have a pretty good sense of humor and I guess I'm pretty fun to talk to?

•I am a Korea enthusiast

•My favorite group is Enhypen (they saved my life! I love them so much)

•I am mainly a Girl Group stan

•I LOVE reading

•My favorite books are (the Harry Potter saga) Little Women, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Pride and Prejudice and some other books

•My favorite and comfort show is Alice in Borderland, I literally can't stfu about it

•My favorite actors are Johnny Depp, Timothée Chalamet (my pookie), Emma Watson, Zendaya, Lee Dohyun, Go Minsi and last but definitely not least, Kento Yamazaki

•My favorite movies are Titanic, Call Me By Your Name, The Dreamers and Ghost

•My favorite musicals are The Greatest Showman and Mammamia

•I listen to EVERY music genre and I mean literally every one.

•My favorite song is (literally enhypen's whole discography) "Given-Taken" by Enhypen. I also love "Do I Wanna Know?" by Arctic Monkeys and some other songs.

DNI!!

•ANTI-SHIFTERS!

•Racists

•Homophobics

•Transphobics

•People who hate on other religions

•25+ adults (I just wouldn't be comfortable)

•Narcissists

•In general people who criticize others

I think that's it for now?

I would love to have some shifters friends, so if someone wants to write to me (as long as they have I would say 13-20 years and are not problematic) they can!

XOXO -Mari🦋🪐

#shifting blog #shifting antis dni #intro post #introduction #pinned intro #introductory post #blog intro

[alewritesfics]

A Swim In The Lake

Summary: uh oh, a new suitor has come for Y/n, a Duke to be precise, how does Anthony feel about this? Guess we'll find out, you know you love me, xoxo imalexaalonso1

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Sharma Sister!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: unedited, a wet Anthony 😗😉, a little, sprinkle, dust, of angst, also, a new suitor that will change things between y/n and Anthony

Series Masterlist

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The frenzy competition, the thrilling delight of hassling your all, I am referring no to the lure of London luxurious gaming halls, but to a gamble of far higher stakes.

Matrimony.

For, once that particular wager is placed, it cannot easily be undone, a fact of which I am sure, is met with both, regret and sheer relief .

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My chest heaves up and down rapidly, I flutter my brise fan, trying calm down.

“Calm down, bon” Kate says from beside me

The doors open in front of us, Anthony stepping through them. He walks closer to us, holding my stare as he does so. My heart races quickly.

“Miss Sharma” he greets Kate, making me look down.

I let out a sigh and walk into the room after him, Kate following behind. Everyone was already sitting. I sit down on an armchair, Kate next to me.

“Now, tell me of your wedding plans” The queen urges them, I look at Edwina and Anthony “There is no talk of a special license, I would hope” they chuckle nervously

“Of course not, your majesty” Mama assures her

“I believe a modest family affair would be fitting” Anthony adds “Perhaps back at the country, at Aubrey Hall”

“In the country” the queen raises an eyebrow “No, that would not do, you must have it here, in town, in fact, I should host the nuptials, myself” Edwina laughs cheerfully. I wipe my hands on my dress, smiling slightly.

“That is most generous, ma’am”

“Most generous”

“But not at all necessary-“

“nonsense” the queen cut Anthony off “ She is my diamond, after all, it is only right I give you both a wedding of that title” I grab a cup of tea to distract myself, swirling the spoon.

“Besides, one could almost credit me, myself, with bringing about this illustrious match” I stare at them as thoughts consume me, thinking back to a few nights before. Anthony looks back at me, sensing my stare.

“Can you believe it sisters” Edwina asks Kate and I “It is like a fairytale come true”

“You deserve nothing less, bon” I smile at her, Kate nodding agreeing

“Nothing less, for a true love match” the cup shakes my in hand, almost falling off.

“My apologies, your majesty” I say

“It is alright, my dear” the queen waves me off “Miss Y/n, now that you are here, there is someone I want you to meet.” I look at her questioningly

“A family friend” She explains “The Duke of Fairfield, I would rather think you both would make a marvelous match” I could feel Anthony’s stare on my face

“I would be most honored, indeed, your majesty” I say making her smile

“Perfect!” She exclaims “He will be there to see you in a few hours, the earlier you get to know him, the better”

“And we may just have two weddings done by the end of this season” my smile dimmed as I looked down at my tea cup.

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“I do wonder about the trim” Edwina said as she tried on a wedding dress “Is it too much?”

“No” mama laughed “ Nothing is too much now that the queen is hosting”

“Let me show you the French tulle” Madame Delacroix offers

“Did I tell you both we will be married by the archbishop himself?” Edwina questioned, I turned my head towards her.

“Several times” Kate mused

“We must find you a dress too”

“Oh, we have plenty of dresses”

“This one must be special” She urged “and y/n, don’t you want to impress the Duke, I’ve seen you both get closer” a smile came onto my face.

Ah yes, the Duke of Fairfield, Louis Matthews. He is a young, handsome man of seven and twenty, he is kind, has a good sense of humor and very attentive. We share a lot of interests and I am sure I would have fallen in love with him, If only I met him first. Unfortunately, I didn’t.

“the Duke will not care what I wear, bon” I mused

“Besides, this wedding is very much your triumph as it is mine” She smiled at me “after all, whatever you said to the Viscount back at Aubrey Hall, clearly swayed him to declare himself” of course.

“I cannot claim credit”

“I shall bestow it all the same, it will be so exciting living in London, the Viscount said there might be snow this winter, won’t that be exciting”

“ May you recall that Y/n and I are returning back to India once you are married” Kate tells her

“But what about the Duke?” She frowns

“I may not even marry him, Edwina, it is not certain” I shook my head, sighing “ And even if I did, the Duke lives in Birmingham”

“But you both will return to visit, of course”

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“Thank you, Clara, that will be all” I smiled at the maid and climbed up the stairs.

I walk past the drawing room before stopping and entering. “Lord Bridgerton?”

“Miss Y/n”

“Lord Bridgerton and his guest are waiting!” A footman stumbles in quickly, growing sheepish once he noticed us all staring at him.

“I see that, thank you” I sighed taking off my gloves

“This is the jeweler” Anthony nods to the man next to him “ We are to have Miss Edwina’s betrothal ring altered to fit”

“I am afraid my sister and my mother have not yet returned home” I smiled

“Of course, we should trouble you no further” he made to leave before the jeweler stopped him

“Is that cake?” He pointed to the table

“It is, indeed”

“lemon? I fancy a good lemon” he chuckles, I sighed frustrated

“Might I offer you some refreshments, Mr…”

“Brooks, only if you insist” he started to serve himself, I sighed and went to sit down on a chair

I looked at the Viscount who paced desperately. He turned his head towards me.

“It is a fine weather we are having Miss Y/n, I s it not?” I raised an eyebrow, humming

“You wish to speak to me about the weather?” I scoffed

“Is there another topic of conversation that would be more appropriate?” I stood up and walked closer to him

“There is nothing appropriate about what you are doing, proceeding with this engagement” I whispered furiously, insinuating about what happened, or what almost happened, between us.

“On the contrary, I believe it is the most proper outcome for all”

“Oh” I say “And what of everything that passed between us at Aubrey Hall?” I whispered

“Nothing passes between us, I am a gentleman, that was something that should not have happened and never will” I felt a sting in my chest

“Is that so?” I scoff to hide my pain “ might I remind you sir, if anyone other than your sister discovered us in that library, that night, then we too, would be obliged to wed”

“Nothing happened in that library, and even if someone else did discover us, they would think nothing of it, I was pursuing your sister, why would I change my mind from Miss Edwina to you?”

I looked at him with hurt plastered on my face, tears sting my eyes. I stepped further way from him, smiling sadly. “Of course”

“No, wait-“ panic filled his face “ I did not me-“

“Miss Y/n-“ Mr. Brooks started

“If that would be all gentlemen, you can wait for my mother and sister if you like, I must bid my farewell” I left the room, ignoring Anthony’s calls, wiping away my tears.

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I breath in the fresh air of the park. The Duke walking by my side. We were currently promenading, Anthony and Edwina in front of us, Kate and Lady Danbury behind us.

“Are you okay? ”Louis asks “You seem a little down” I look up at him, before looking in front towards Edwina and Anthony, and back at him again.

“I” I sighed “ I am so sorry, my mind seems to he elsewhere ” I apologize, he chuckles

“You are in love with the Viscount” he affirms, I look at him with wide eyes

“What? Of course not!” I exclaim

“It is obvious” he chuckles, I sighed

“I am so sorry, your grace, I promise I was not leading you on or anything” I explain

“You do not need to explain anything” he says “ Although, I’ll just say, I do not care that you love him” I look at him confused

“You are a wonderful woman, and to be honest, I wish to marry you” I gape at him “I will try my best to woo you, if only you give me a chance, I cannot make you forget about your feelings for him, but maybe with time you will” I smile happily

“Alright” I laugh “Courtship first, your grace, although I do not promise anything”

“That is more than enough, and you may call me Louis, none of that, your grace, nonsense” he laughs “now, accompany me on a turn around the lake”

“ I would be delighted”

We walk towards the boats, walking past Anthony, Edwina and Lady Bridgerton, nodding in greeting and continuing our path.

“There is something I must admit” Louis says chuckling as we board the boats “I am afraid of riding on a boat”

“Why would you ask me to ride one then?” I smiled confused

“Well I wanted to do something sweet” he complains “ this seemed the perfect thing to do” I laugh

After a few minutes of laughter, jokes and talking. We return back to the port, Louis trying to tie the rope while we talk.

“I see you are smiling, deedee” Edwina approaches us, Anthony behind her. “See the amusements London has to offer?”

“indeed I have, maybe something, or someone, will change my mind, after all” I smile making Louis laugh, I pay no attention to Anthony’s figure behind Edwina.

“I hope I am that reason, Miss Y/n” Louis teases

“ just Y/n, please” I say

“That knot will never hold” Anthony says sourly and goes to help Louis

“It is perfectly adequate”

“Then I must question your skills, your grace” Anthony looks over at me while I roll my eyes “Allow me” Louis huffs and steps out of the boat, holding his hand out to me.

“Pardon me” Anthony says and holds his hand out also, Louis, once again, huffs and withdraws his hand

“the Duke was going to help me” I raise an eyebrow

“Just accept my hand” he sighs “please” I accept it and he pulls me out of the boat.

He holds my hand for a minute too long before I withdraw it harshly, making him stumble back and trip on Newton, who was laying down behind him. Taking Louis down into the lake with him. We all gasp, before I start laughing.

“Your grace, are you hurt?” I ask Louis who is laughing

“I am fine, thank you for asking” Anthony says angrily, taking off his cravat, his white shirt sticking to his body.

“Your grace” I hold my hand out towards Louis “You may catch a cold” he accepts my hand and steps up into the port, I hold his hand and walk away along with him.

“Oh yes, thank you for worrying about me also, Miss Y/n, what a caring future sister in law, you are” Anthony scoffs sarcastically, I ignore him.

I turn my head back and saw Anthony watching us walk away with an unreadable look on his face. I shook my head and turn back around

He is not my problem to worry about.

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x you #edwina sharma #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton #violet bridgerton #lady mary sharma #lady whistledown #lady danbury #eloise bridgerton #edmund bridgerton #colin bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #gregory bridgerton

[freesia-writes]

Hi, Free ♥ !

What are some of your favorite tropes to write? Is there some headcanon you've included in more than one fic? Pick out a random line from a fic you're really proud of What's the most personal fic you've ever written?

Hellooooo! :D

What are some of your favorite tropes to write?

Okayyyy, I definitely know the answer to this one! ;) Favorite tropes are the slow burn, yearning, will-they-won't-they, overcoming obstacles to be together, Pride and Prejudice, Jim and Pam, finally giving in kind of romance. :D That's pretty much my wheelhouse. I just want my heart to ACHE for them to be together and feel intensely satisfied when they do. <3

Is there some headcanon you've included in more than one fic?

(gonna copy my answer from one other ask!) Not that I can think of! 😬 Since each fic has been focused on a different character, the others aren’t quite as dynamic. Like, I HC that Tech has an incredible sense of humor but it goes over most people’s heads. Howzer was a cocky lil pretty boy as a shiny but turned into a humble leader with integrity after going through some stuff. Gregor is bright and giggly but there’s a shadow side to it as well. The more I write, though, the more I’d love to blend all the concepts together into ONE HUMONGOUS FREESIA-VERSE! Hahahaha

I'm gonna combine these two because they have the same answer, hehe. Pick out a random line from a fic you're really proud of. What's the most personal fic you've ever written?

Hmm. I'm gonna go with Tech's words to Vel in the full-length fic, and it's not a line but a couple of paragraphs because you need the whole context. ;) I'll paste it below, but this fic was my most personal (and my first!!) because it really was a self-insert in a lot of ways. I just loved Tech so much throughout the first half of TBB S2 (when I wrote it) and kinda worked out some of my own "childhood trauma" throughout the story, haha. So here is probably my favorite chunk from any fic so far:

She confessed a lifelong sense of failure, of unworthiness, of never being enough to be worth keeping around. She lamented her lack of specialness, her constant shortcoming, her futile pursuit of purpose, and Tech listened to it all, formulating counterpoints but reserving them for a better time.  She exhausted herself of all the feelings and beliefs that had been rankling within for ages, then she fell silent, the crashing waterfall and her own shaky breaths the only sounds remaining. "I just want to be enough," she finished, after a quiet moment.  "What if you are sufficient simply by being who you are?" Tech asked plainly, honey eyes observing her through thick glass. "I am not sure that being particularly unusual is always desirable. In fact, it has been my experience that quite the opposite is often true." Vel sat up and steadied herself with a deep breath, eyes downcast. "I guess that's my best bet," she replied dejectedly. Feeling uncharacteristically bold in his need to be understood and propelled by the previous positive experience of physical touch, Tech lifted a hand to her face, raising her chin with two gentle fingers to make eye contact to emphasize his words. Her eyes met his, intense and oversized in his adjusted goggles, and she found herself holding her breath unconsciously as she was enraptured by his earnestness.  "I would posit instead that your 'best bet' is to fully realize your complete and total sufficiency. You are a fantastic mechanic, a quick learner, and a curious observer of life." Vel's mind was racing at his words, but his honey brown eyes enraptured her completely as he continued. "I do not find you to be lacking in any way," he stated matter-of-factly, desiring to convey a simple truth. He was entirely unaware of the tumultuous storm it was causing within her.

xoxo

#freesia writes