#trying to get a feel for how to draw her by tracing images of this one actress in this one movie

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Saw some folks in my ‘hemlock’ tag and it got me thinking about her :)

I fished these out from my camera roll but they’re from a little while back

#hemlock #top image is a combo of traced and reffed #trying to get a feel for how to draw her by tracing images of this one actress in this one movie #scribble tag

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Ok, I have two alternatives, pick which one you like the best.

Reader get picked to tutor Eddie even though they have always been at each other's throat, she thinking he's a drama queen, pissed that the popular people doesn't like him and he thinks she's a stuck up bitch without humor.

So they go back and forth but maybe one day when she's having a bad day and Eddie says something and she starts crying he gets all "what, how, why? What did I do, please don't cry!"

Or, that he catches her reading a romance novel and outwardly she has always just read classics - books that are 'high education'

Request by @somethingvicked 🫶💞 went with the first option 💞

Warnings; Little bit of angst, meanish Eddie, fluff. Accidental kiss.

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"You've got to be kidding me?" you gawk at Miss O'Donnell who has called you back at the end of class. She's asked you to tutor someone and at first you were all for it.

That's until you found out it was Eddie Munson, Munson who is currently sitting at the back of the class with his feet up on the desk in front of him, he gives you a sarcastic little wave and you turn back to Miss O'Donnell and hope she comes to her senses.

"He needs a tutor if he wants to graduate. You're the best student in the class. It will look wonderful on your college applications that you tutored Mr Munson" shit there was really no getting out of this.

Reluctantly you turn to Eddie who already doesn't like you. In his honest opinion you seemed prissy and stuck up. The two of you spent half your time at each other's throats, it had been like that for so long.

Equally you couldn't stand Eddie either. He was loud, a show off and you were sure he was jealous of the popular people he claimed to hate.

How you would manage to tutor him for weeks on end was anyone's guess. One thing's for sure, you were dreading this.

"Meet me after school tomorrow and we can get started okay?" You say to him already grumpy at having to spend extra time with him. Eddie swings his legs off the desk and smirks, then bows.

"As you wish princess" ugh, you storm out but not before hearing Eddie's laughter.

Asshole.

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The first week of tutoring Eddie is as horrible as you expected. He's antagonistic, makes no effort and needles at your patience until it's paper thin.

"How can you be expected to graduate if you don't make an effort?" You snap as Eddie strums on his guitar.

"That old bat has it in for me, even when I try my best she still doesn't care" Eddie hisses back and you feel the beginnings of a headache come on.

"You just need to apply yourself better, if you want to graduate then you need to ace this Munson" he glares at you.

"Don't you think I know that? It's easy for you though isn't it princess, since your little miss perfect" the insult flares up your annoyance and you and Eddie devolve into your usual arguments.

"Don't you think I have better things to do then tutor you Munson? So do us both a favour and start paying attention, so we can go our separate ways sooner".

He huffs and places down his guitar with gentle care, grabs his notebook and

"Did you draw these?" you ask curious as you trace your fingers over the images on his notebook. He nods and looks at you like he's expecting you to give him shit.

"They are really good Munson, you could think about applying to an art course after graduation" Eddie scoffs and takes his notebook back.

"Yeah like anyone's going to take me with my grades" his tone is all annoyance and it pisses you off.

"I was only trying to compliment you, why do you have to be so touchy all the time" you look away from him stubbornly, he is silent for a few seconds and when he speaks again his voice is soft.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to a lot of compliments from people" this softens you as well and you turn to face him and give him a small smile.

"Well you're really good" there's a faint tinge of pink to his cheeks when you say this. He nods and settles back down beside you.

"You know uh, you're pretty good with the whole writing thing, uh shit, you know what I mean" pleased and a little flustered at his compliment you clear your throat and mutter thank you, then get started with the book you and Eddie are reading for class.

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Today has been the worst day. You overslept, forgot to hand your essay in to your biology teacher, the rain soaked you completely as soon as you left your home and you've been verging on a cold ever since.

So the thought of having to tutor Munson again does not fill you with joy, in all honesty all you want is your bed and to sleep. You couldn't get sick, you had too much to do.

Of course from the moment you meet up with Eddie he's difficult. All because it's Friday and he has a Hellfire meeting.

"I have to set everything up princess, I don't have time to waste here with you" furious you round on him.

"You think that I want to be here? No. I'd rather be at home so sit down and let's get on with this so I don't have to sit with your annoying ass any longer than I have to"

"Well at least I'm not a stuck up bitch with no sense of humour and a permanent stick up my ass"

Eddie's words cut to the bone and you stiffen in response. Don't cry, don't cry you chant to yourself, but you can't help as the tears roll down your cheeks, Eddie's big brown eyes widen in shock as you begin to cry.

Humiliated, you're just about to leave when he steps in front of you. "Wait, what did I do?" The two of you exchanged insults on a daily basis and you had never cried before, Eddie begins to panic as your sobs continue.

"Please don't cry" he says, he hates seeing you cry. Your little whimper stabs at his aching heart and on instinct he reaches over to you and takes your hand, the gesture surprises you both and it dries up your tears.

"I'm sorry, I don't like seeing you cry, please stop" you sniff and wipe the remainder of the tears away, Eddie's hand is still holding yours and it's making you feel things that you never expected.

Eddie gently strokes your hand with his thumb, marvels at the soft skin and how your hand fits perfectly in his own.

Uh, shit. This was new. You smile at him, suddenly seeming shy. His heart skips a beat. Jesus h Christ.

"I didn't mean it" he stumbles over his words and you sigh sadly, peer at him with an expression that tugs at his heart.

"Yes you did" he shakes his head fervently and assured you that he didn't.

"I just snapped back without thinking, I'm sorry" he pleads with you and you hear the sincerity in his voice and calm down a bit.

"I'm sorry too. Today has been so shit, I'm tired and I feel like crap. I just want to sleep" Eddie immediately grabs his notebook and pencil and sits down, he looks to you patiently.

"Let's do half an hour and I'll cram as much as I can in my brain and then I'm going to drive you home okay?" relived you nod but still feel worried.

"Miss O'Donnell won't be happy" you tell him and he shrugs as if he doesn't care one bit.

"Leave the old dragon to me okay princess?" touched at his sweetness you take his hand and squeeze it as a thank you. Surprisingly the half hour passes by cordially and Eddie is still sweet.

Before you know it the half hour has ended and Eddie is true to his word and drives you home. You don't feel much better and your stomach is fluttering like crazy being so close to Eddie.

What the hell was happening? Was this some side effect of the flu? Eddie's big brown eyes meet yours, "Thanks for driving me home Eddie"

He shrugs like it's no big deal and on impulse you reach over to kiss his cheek. The only thing is he moves so you miss completely and end up pressing your lips against his.

His eyes widen and you pull away embarrassed, your heart is racing and your lips are tingling from the kiss. You stammer out an apology but Eddie waves it off, you race out the door and into your house.

All the while Eddie is touching his lips, his own heart is racing a mile a minute and all he can think about is that he really wants to kiss you again.

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[albertasunrise]

Seeing Things - Oops Baby

Masterlist

Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (So... I am trying to update my other pics but the reaction I getting from this ones really giving me the motivation to continue it... so thank you and I hope you enjoy this update! ♥️ It's not a super long one but everything gonna become clear I promise!)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

In the weeks that followed, the sightings of you only increased. You seemed to be everywhere he looked, asking him the same thing over and over again. 

Come back to me

He wished he knew what you wanted. Surely you didn't want him to leave little Esme? You would never have wanted him to hurt himself so why did you ask him to go back to him? You were dead!

"I brought you your favourites." He stated plainly as he pulled out the old bouquet of flowers Ben had brought you the week before. He poured out the stagnant water and replenished it with some from the bottle of water he'd stashed in his pack. Then, just as you had shown him on one of the many evenings you'd spent together, he arranged them carefully, sure to make sure they were just how you would have liked them. 

"I'm sorry I haven't visited sooner." He said as he got to his feet and rubbed the back of his neck nervously "Things have been busy with the baby and work... Don't want to bore you with the details but ya know... It's been hard." He let out a long sigh as he scraped his hand over his face to wipe away the traitorous tears that tracked down his cheeks "Esme's getting so big so fast." He continued "You should see her Titch, the spitting image of you! With the addition of my hair and eyes." He chuckled. 

His eyes traced over the words carved into your headstone. 

The words Here Lies carved in an elegant font followed by your first name and last name, 'Titch' at the end by request of Ben

Friend and Mother 

Forever loved

Never forgotten

Ben had selected the words. Frankie hadn't been able to bring himself to do it so the younger Miller had stepped up. Taking the 'anything I can do to help' statement he'd made to Fish when you'd died so literally. 

"Seeing you everywhere is killing me Titch." Frankie said after a short pause "Is this what you meant? Come to me, did you mean this? Because I am wracking my brains baby, trying to understand what it is you want from me." He sobbed "The guys all think I'm losing the plot but I know you're there. Just out of eyeshot or something and I know you're trying to tell me something so please... help me understand Titch." 

He paused, his eyes locked on the headstone as he let out a shaky breath before pleading one last time. 

"Please..." 

"Frankie." Your voice made him just and his head shot up, scanning the surroundings for you. 

"Frankie please..." You pleaded "Please don't leave me." 

No matter where he looked he couldn't see you. But he could hear you like you were right beside him. 

"What do you mean?" He begged, tears openly spilling down his cheeks "I'm here Titch... Baby I'm here!" 

"Please don't leave me, Frankie." You repeat, your tone breaking his heart as he desperately looked for you among the headstones "I can't do this without you." 

This statement let Frank's brows draw together. What did you mean by that? He was the one who'd been left behind. Your pleads disappeared like smoke on the wind and Frankie was left with the sound of his own breathing and the rattling of branches. He pressed his palms firmly against his eyes as he tried to slow his breathing, his pounding heart hammering against his ribs. 

"I can't do this." He whispered to no one in particular, allowing the dam to break "Fuck I can't... I can't cope with this." 

You didn't say anything else and Frankie audibly groaned before pushing himself to his feet. He didn't understand why you were doing this. Torturing him. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. 

...

"Well, ain't that better Lil' Titch?" Ben said as he finished fastening her babygrow "Uncle Ben's not so bad at this huh?" 

Esme smiled in reply, her legs kicking and arms waving in visible excitement before he scooped her into his arms and planted a big kiss on her cheek. She settled quickly on his shoulder and he smiled as she let out a little sigh and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. 

"Shit Titch... I wish you could see how perfect she is." He whispered as he placed a kiss on the infant's brow.

"Hands off... she's mine." Frank teased as he walked into the lounge, grinning as his best friend cuddled his daughter so closely.

"You gotta share the baby Fish!." Ben chuckled as he gently gingerly sat on the couch. 

“Yeah, yeah...” Frank grumbled as he waved off his friend, traipsing to the kitchen to fetch a beer. 

“How’d it go?” Ben asked when the older man reappeared, giving him a sympathetic smile as he watched him sit on the armchair across from him. 

“How’d what go?”

“Seeing Titch!” 

“Was fine.” Frankie shrugged, fooling no one once again. 

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” Ben pushed and Frankie groaned. 

“Ben…”

“You gotta talk about this shit man!” Ben pushed, pleading with his eyes for his friend to just open up to him. 

“You won’t believe me!” 

“Why would you-“

“I heard Titch again.” Frank snapped, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake his baby. 

“What do you mean you heard her?” 

“I keep hearing her talking to me. Sometimes I see her and she always says the same thing!”

“Which is?” 

"To go back to her." Frank replied, scraping a shaky hand over his face. 

"Go back to her?"

"Yes, Ben!" He snarled "And today she was begging me not to leave her!" He choked "But she left me Ben!... I loved her and she left me all alone..." He trailed off as he broke down into tears, head in his hands. 

Ben got up and placed Esme in her Moses basket with practised ease before sitting on the arm of the chair Frank was sitting in and pulling him close. 

"I can't do this..." He sobbed and Ben sighed "I don't know what she wants from me." 

"Fish... this is just your brain's way of holding onto her." Ben sighed "We all deal with grief in different ways... Shit, I keep listening to the last voicemail she left me over and over again just so I don't forget her voice!" 

"No!" Frank all but shrieked "That's not what this is Ben! It's her I know it is!" 

"You can't seriously believe Titch is haunting you, man!" Ben sighed as he stood up to check on Esme as she started to fuss. 

"I don't know how else to explain it, Ben!" He growled "I keep seeing her everywhere and she keeps repeating the same thing over and over!" 

"Fish-" 

"But then today she said something different." Frankie interrupted " She begged me not to leave her... Told me she couldn't do this without me..." He trailed off whilst nervously pacing his lounge "What does that even mean? She can't do this without me... She can't be dead without me? Doesn't make any fucking sense!" 

"Fish... Man, you need to calm down!" Ben pleaded, noting how breathless the pilot has suddenly become "This won't be doing your heart any good man!" 

"My heart's fine!" The older man grumbled.

"You say that but this can't be good for you!" Ben warned "Just take a breath man... I believe you, okay! I believe you saw her." 

"You're just saying that." Fish scoffed, rolling his eyes when Ben frantically shook his head. 

"I'm really not okay!" The younger man pleaded "Just... Just please." 

Frankie sighed as he ran a shaky hand through his mussed hair. His eyes then drifted to Esme who was staring over at him with her large, teary eyes. His heart ached and he was quick to scoop her up into his arms and lay a soothing kiss on the crown of her head. 

"I'm sorry baby girl." He whispered as he bounced her gently in his arms "I just miss your mummy so much." 

"We all do brother." Ben said as he placed a comforting hand on Frankie's back "I'm not trying to say that I even remotely understand the pain you're feeling brother but know that I miss her so much it hurts... And that I am here! Whatever you need..." 

Frankie nodded, giving his friend a weak smile before resting his cheek on the top of Esme's head. 

"I know Ben." He said softly "Thanks." 

"Any time." Ben replied, giving his friend a friendly wink before grabbing his stuff to leave "See you tomorrow for dinner yeah?" 

"Sure." The pilot replied softly "See you then." 

...

"Why the fuck did you pick a restaurant that didn't have a parking lot asshole!" Ben grumbled as he pushed Esme's pram along the pavement, the steep hill making it a little harder. 

"It had good reviews okay!" Will grumbled, "It's not that bad!" 

"You're not the one pushing a pram up a 90-degree hill!" Ben grumbled, pulling a smirk from Frankie. 

"You offered brother!" Frank pointed out, sniggering at the groan that he received in reply "I can take her if you're struggling."

"I am not struggling!" Ben argued and Fish threw his hands up in surrender.

"We're nearly there!" Will piped up "Just across the street."

The three of them reached the crossing, breathing a small sigh of relief when the restaurant came into view. Will crossed first with Ben following closely behind him. Something had distracted Frankie, leading him to step out a few steps behind his friends but your voice calling his name stopped him in his tracks and he looked to his left, your figure illuminated by a bright white light. 

"Come back to me." You pleaded as you always did and Frankie froze. Tears sprouted as he looked at you smiling back at him as you held your hand out to him "Come back to me." 

You disappeared as quickly as you appeared, a horn sounding before Ben screamed his name. Then suddenly he was flying for a brief moment before his body connected with something solid and he rolled over it before hitting the ground with a sickening crunch. 

"FISH!!" Ben screamed as he ran to the pilot's side, hands shaking as he took in his friend's condition "Fish stay with me." He choked as he saw how bent and broken the older man looked.

Frankie winced as he turned his head, noting how Will was standing with the pram as he frantically spoke to who he assumed was the emergency service on his phone. He also noted that the driver who had hit him was nowhere to be seen. 

Hit and run. 

"Ben." He coughed after he spoke, blood filling his throat at an alarming rate. 

"Shhhh." He hushed the man and stroked his hair, desperately trying to keep himself together "Just keep breathing for my Fishsticks!" He pleaded 'Please don't leave me..."

His last statement blended into yours. He could hear you again, pleading not to leave you and he only felt more confused. He was dying... it was clear that he was so surely he was going back to you. 

Surely you should be happy?

"Please, Frankie... Please don't leave me." 

You pleaded... your voice shaky. 

"I'm coming Titch." He whispered. His eyes fell shut as darkness took him. 

"What's happening?" You sobbed as hands moved you from the room.

"He's crashing!" Stated someone in the room and you shook your head as you were pushed into the hallway, still able to see everything through the glass walls of Frankie's room. 

"Please, Frankie... Please don't leave me." You sobbed "Please..." 

Another set of hands pulled you away but not before you witnessed them shock the man you loved, desperately trying to restart the heart that was supposed to save him. You were placed in a room where you had spent more time than you cared to remember in the past month and a half. Hours sat waiting for news on whether Frankie was going to pull through. 

He'd gotten the heart he so desperately needed yet for close to two months he'd been in a coma, fighting battle after battle. This was just the latest in a long list of complications he'd suffered. 

Kidney Failure... Infection... His body had even rejected the donor heart but that was something they had managed to detect early. It seemed his body just refused to get better, even if his mind wasn't willing to let go. 

"What's happening?" Asked Ben as he stepped into the room after being directed here by a nurse, his brows tightly drawn in concern. 

"He crashed." You sobbed as you threw your head into your hands.

"What?... What caused it?" 

"I don't know." You replied, shaking your head "They dragged me in here as they tried to bring him back... I haven't heard anything yet." 

Ben nodded solemnly as he sat down beside you, handing you Esme when you held your arms out to receive her. You needed to hold your baby. 

"Why won't he get better Ben?" You sobbed as your eyes locked with his.

"He's really poorly." He replied softly "He needs time to get better." 

"But that's just it... He's not getting better!" 

"He will, Titch." Ben assured you and you sighed. 

"How do you know that?" 

"Because he's got something to fight for." He stated plainly. 

The two of you then sat in that room for what felt like hours, glad of Esme to keep you somewhat distracted from what the outcome of this latest setback might be. The doctor appeared sometime later. His expression was difficult to read. 

"How is he Doc?" Ben asked, holding your free hand tightly in his. 

"We managed to bring him back." The doctor announced, "He's weak and we have had to up his anti-rejection meds." 

"He's rejecting the heart again?" 

"He never technically stopped." The doctor stated "We have been able to keep it under control with medication. He seems to be responding well though and we're hopeful." 

You both breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief, glad that finally, something was going right. 

"There's something else though." The doctor stated and both you and Ben shared a grim glance before looking at the doctor again. 

"What is it?" You asked, your voice shaking slightly. 

"He's awake." 

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Taken!Series Part Five: Perfect - Angel Reyes x Reader

Tagging: @wakeama @witches-unruly-heart @keyweegirlie @trhett21 @annetje @infinity-mars @emily2003alzaga @danzer8705 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @thatonesexycancerian @expir3dl0v3 @appreciatelove @the-wandering-lunatic @weiwei0210 @anime-weeb-4-life @multifandomloversworld @harperdoodle @cheyrenee @fanfic-n-tabulous @stressed-chas @daydreaming-belle @est1887 @prettyinpunk85 @adaydreamaway08 @thanossexual @briefpersonenemy @creativitybeware @crimeshowjunkie @librarian1002 @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @spookyboogyuniverse @spaghettificationandpretzels @nu1freakshow @thebaileybugle @legally-a-bastard @bonsaijoons @sclitvdes @justreblogginfics @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx

You survive, barely, but you do.

They let Angel have a couple of minutes with you once they have you settled in the ICU.

The next few hours are critical they tell him, there’s nothing he can do.

He sits beside your bed, his fingers curling around yours. His thumb traces over the veins, he can’t get over how stark they are against your skin. You look so small, so dilapidated. There’s tubes running into your body, he has no idea what any of them do only that they’re keeping you alive.

You’re usually so vivid, so passionate, seeing you like this is a blow, one that’s not sure he’ll recover from.

“Valeria’s safe.” He tells you. “We got her back.”

There’s no response from you, he doesn’t expect one. He doesn’t know if you can hear him, but he hopes you can because that means you’re coming back to him, back to the family you fought for.

“It was bad Lila.” He whispers, his lips brushing over your knuckles. “Our baby girl was wrapped up in bath towels, sleeping in a cardboard box in a fucking shanty town. That’s what you were trying to save her from.”

His eyes are stinging now, he feels the tears spilling over his cheeks as he squeezes your hand.

“She could have died up there.” He says, his voice breaking. “She was crying, dirty, hungry…”

He draws in a shaky breath, using the back of his hand to wipe away the tears that stain his cheeks.

“She needs you Lila, we both do. I can’t… I can’t do this without you.” his voice breaks, a sob erupting from his chest. “I don’t want to do this without you. I need you to get through this so we can be a family again because you’re the mom she needs, the one that was there when…”

He can’t bring himself to say it because the images it conjures in his head are too raw, too visceral. Everytime, he closes his eyes, he’s sees you lying there bleeding out across the laminate.

He thinks of his mother’s ring nestled in the top pocket of his kutte, the one he’d collected from his father a couple of weeks ago. That’s the reason he’s agreed to go out last night, him and EZ were putting their heads together, trying to come up with a proposal that you’d love.

EZ had suggested the rose garden because they all knew how much that place meant to you. Jo and him had put together a plan, they were going to decorate the place with fairy lights, make it magical for the two of you.

Next weekend is when they decided, his Pops would take Valeria for the night. EZ and Jo would set things up while Angel took you out for dinner, your first date since Valeria came along, you’d go for a walk afterwards to the rose garden…

It would have been perfect, he thinks as he watches the rise and fall of your chest. You would have loved it.

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[kaidalark]

Obi Wan x fem reader

You discover a certain Jedi has a Master kink. She/her pronouns used.

Warnings: 18+, Smut.

"Obi wan?" I sigh rubbing my forehead, where has that man got too. Turning back out the library I start walking towards the living quarters I shudder when a phantom hand brushes down my spine before being tugged into an alclove a familar scent washing over my senses "Where have you been?" he chuckles softly "I am sorry my love. The council meeting over-ran." I smile wrapping an arm around his waist "I missed you." 

He sighs leaning his forehead agaisnt mine "It seems we never have any time." I smile snuggling into his warmth "Are you still free this evening?" he grins a mishivious glint in his eyes phantom hands brushing against my thighs "My room?" I smile cupping his jaw gently pressing my lips to his "I look forward to it." He chuckles his pulse racing "How am I going to concentrate when I have you racing through my thoughts?" 

I grin tracing my hands down his chest slipping under his robes to trace the muscles concealed underneath digging my nails in enough to leave a mark "You're a jedi, meditate?" he groans out a warning "Y/N." I grin removing my hands hearing footsteps coming from around the corner "I'll see you later, master." Shooting a wink over my shoulder I leave bowing slightly to the master I pass smiling "Master Windu." he bows in response "Master L/N." 

Reaching the residential area of the temple I go into Obi Wans room opening the wardrobe and taking out the bottom draw where I store a variety of my own clothes including a few special things for the bedroom. Finding Obi Wan's favourite lacy number I pull it on reaching out through the force for his signiture brushing against it gently before pulling back waiting on the bed for his return. 

I take out a book trying to distract myself from Obi Wan when I feel his familiar blue signiture brushing up against my own his voice speaking clear as day in my mind 

Patience love. 

I grin sending him an image of what I am wearing I am being patient

Don't test me darling

I spread my legs smiling I just miss you

I'll reward you if you behave until I get back.

Reward?

Yes darling. 

I'll behave

Good.

His signuture pulls away but I can still feel it lingering. I lay back picking up my book trying to ignore the ache between my legs. I hear the door open an hour later and I look up beaming "Obi?" he grins walking over "I managed to get away early." I move onto my knees as he approaches hands cupping my face lips brushing against mine gently "You're a major distraction love. However lay back you did do as I asked." I do as told as he takes of his robes revealing the chiseled, scared skin underneath. 

Biting my lip I wiggle my hips invitingly while he rakes  his gaze over my body "So beautiful. Even more beautiful when you cum. Spread your legs darling." I do as told as he groans reaching out rubbing gently over the fabric, he tuts "Already wet for me darling and we haven't even started." I only sigh in response, in relief at his touch. He applies more preassure leaning over to press his lips to mine capturing my moans as he pushes the silky fabric to the side two fingers sinking inside while his thumb brushes my clit "So tight and wet darling. Fuck how are you so perfect?" 

I merely moan in response as he movements speed up his free hand massaging one of my breasts tugging on the nipple harshly chuckling when I arch my back into his touch "Cum for me sweetheart. Know you are close already, can you feel you tightening around my fingers. Cum for me soak my hand." I gasp and moan as my orgasm takes over his lips sealing over mine to silence any moans. "Good girl."

Slowly he removes his fingers bringing them up to his lips his tounge flicking out to taste the cum coating them, he groans "Sweetest thing in the universe." Before he can I lean up taking his fingers into my own mouth swirling my tounge around them. His eyes darken watching as I carefully clean his fingers before pulling away "Fuck darling, lay back for me." I shake my head pouting "Don't want your mouth. Want your cock, want you to fill me up. Want your cum."

He smirks "Want me to fill you up? mark you as mine?" I nod spreading my legs "Please Master. Please fuck me." He freezes a moment before wrapping a hand around my throat lining his cock with my entrance "Ask me again." I smirk kissing him once "Fuck me Master Kenobi." He groans thrusting inside only pausing a moment beforeto pistoning his hips into mine. I throw my head back biting my lip in an attempt to stay quite eyes rolling back as he latches onto a nipple rolling it under his tounge before biting it gently "Make me cum Master. Fuck feel so good."

He groans into my neck nipping at the sensitive skin "Not going to last long sweetheart not if you call me that." I smirk "Cum for me Master Kenobi. Fill me up. Mark me as yours Master." he groans hips stuttering to a hault as he cums. "Fuck sweetheart I'm sorry." I grin kissing him softly "Why? That was hot." he pushes himself up "I didn't make you cum." he slowly pulls out sliding down the bed pulling me to the edge and burying his face between my thighs. I clamp a hand over my mouth the other burying in his hair. Fuck that silver tounge of his is skilled at more than just negotiating.

I arch my hips up as I cum but he doesn't let up two fingers joining his ministrations. I bite down into my lip muffled moans still escaping as he sucks at my clit. I feel another orgasm already building and come crashing down not even recovering when my stomach tightens again pressure building between my thighs. My eyes roll back as pleasure takes over every fibre of my being a tightness in my lowerbelly exploading as shakes rack up and down my spine.

Obi finally pulls away a triumphant smile on his face cum dripping down his chin "New you could do it sweetheart." he licks his lips and I feel my eyes widen slightly, I squirted. He leans over me "Going to be making you do that again darling." I smile blissed out "Felt amazing." he chuckles "Am I forgiven?" I manage a small smirk "You are forgiven, Master." his smile turns dark lips pressing hungrily against mine "Careful sweetheart I won't be responsible for what happens if you continue to use that name."

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan smut #obi one x reader smut #obi wan kenobi smut #x reader smut #star wars #smut x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #ewan mcgregor #obi wan one shot #obi wan fanfiction

[practickles]

EnaKasa Tickle Headcanons

It's downright criminal that these two have never interacted.

Absolute. Drama. Queens. 

Neither of them can just sit still and take it, they are either flailing and squealing like it’s the one thing between them and spontaneous combustion or twitching violently and complaining nonstop (never meaning a word of course) 

Ticklish tummy solidarity. I don’t make the rules, sorry. 

Tha image of them just sitting next to each other, gradually hiking up each others shirt and tickling oh so softly without either laughing or saying a word. It’s kind of become an unspoken game for them at this point. The first one to giggle gets nonstop raspberries for at least 5 minutes. They have a pretty even win/loss streak. 

These two are stubborn, so tickle fights can get intense and often start with no warning. 

All it takes is a few fingers under either of their arms and suddenly its been an hour and both are exhausted and panting on the floor. 

Ena for sure plays dirty too. Does that thing where she pretends to be giving a break but right as Tsukasa inhales, she tickles him again. She’s also really mean by means of going for bad spots and not letting up for even a moment. 

It is no understatement to say that both of those make him lose his mind screaming. 

Pretty much the only advantages he has on her are physical. He’s got size, strength, and endurance but in every other sense she has him completely beat. Yeah he can pin her but that won’t stop the teasing, which is half the battle for him.

Neither of them mind how often he loses though.

I’ve talked on here before about Tsukasa being the most dramatic and playful, but also the sweetest ler out there. That 100% rings true when he goes for Ena too. 

She’s the type to be easily frustrated and then take that frustration out on herself. Luckily for her, her boyfriend hates that and has a much better solution for it (read: frequently tickling her to pieces)

Idk, I think Ena comfort tickles would just be a common thing for them in general. 

Tsukasa is one of the only people in her life who she feels comfortable enough to admit to that she kind of maybe just a little bit doesn’t hate being tickled. 

He, of course, understands that’s Ena-speak for “she loves to be tickled. It makes her happy.” He also knows she’s frequently in need of comfort. 

Body image issues? Soft tickles everywhere she’s insecure while he whispers how pretty his girlfriend is. Insecure about her art? Tickling her until she forgets and saying the corniest stuff like “if your art is half as lovely as that laugh, then you have no reason to worry.” Trouble waking up? Try staying in bed when you’re too busy squirming. 

It is a miracle she hasn’t burnt to a crisp yet with how easily he can make her blush.

Another embarrassing thing he does is the theatrics.

He just makes.. Such a big deal about how fun it is for both of them and is clearly so engrossed in it. 

Playing characters and high pitched “kitchi kitchi” noises serve to remind Ena exactly what’s going on and exactly why she’s not pulling away.

The worst part for her is the fact that he’s not even trying to fluster her with the tickling. It’s just an added bonus if/when he notices it. He’s just so affectionate she can’t help getting all embarrassed.

Ena, on the other hand, does not at all take Tsukasa’s sweetness into account when he winds up on the receiving end. 

Ena loves to draw on Tsukasa in general, like doodling on his arms/hands whenever she's feeling antsy but especially loves being able to take the time to make use of his stomach when she's in the mood for a longer “project”.

Really it's just an excuse to see/touch Tsukasa's tummy but he doesn't need to know that. Sometimes she doesn't even draw, just traces shapes with her finger or a clean paintbrush.

“Such a beautiful and strong canvas. So perfect for me” is all that needs to come out of her mouth for Tsukasa to be ready and able to do anything she could ever want.

She’s one to keep her nails always well done and pretty and that fact has nearly sent Tsukasa to his grave so many times. 

He already loves how they look, he can recognize the artistry and has even considered having his own done. But when they’re wiggling towards him? He’s an absolute goner. She knows exactly how to pinch his ribs and slowly drag them around. 

To the point where he’s associated that with her nails and even looking at her hands too long can put him in a lee mood. 

Tickles to get him to shut up. 

Tsukasa has a unique talent of being able to fill any room’s silence with his voice going on and on and on. Ena has a talent for filling the room with his laughter instead.

Tsukasa can get kind of overenthusiastic and reactive at times, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes though, feeling so much at once is overwhelming and what better way of tiring yourself out than annoying your vindictive girlfriend into wrecking you to pieces?

A classic favorite of his is to poke Ena over and over, sometimes somewhere ticklish to make her jumpy or even just her cheek just to be annoying. 

Because he lacks subtlety, she always knows what’s going on. 

Whether she draws it out and makes him admit it or immediately gets him back depends on her mood. Tsukasa loves both regardless, it’s a win-win.

He gets downright whiney if she drags it on too long but still won’t ask. The best she’ll ever get is a little mumble.

When Ena is in the ever elusive “soft ler” mode, she has a tendency to become absolutely captivated with any smile of Tsukasa’s. She just wants to look at him all day. Every single one of his features is perfect to her. 

He gets so so shy from the attention, Ena just has to tickle him right back out of his shell. 

#project sekai tickles #tickling #sfw tickling community #ena shinonome #tsukasa tenma #pjsk tickle hcs #tickle hcs #lee!tsukasa #ler!tsukasa #lee!ena #ler!ena #practickles 2.24

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Breathless (13th Doctor x Reader)

Synopsis: You're a little distracted.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: none

You felt breathless. You couldn’t drag your eyes away from the exposed skin. The Doctor, usually in her coat, was sitting crossed legged on the floor, wires in her hand, goggles in place. You were alone with her, the others having left for the night but you’d stupidly offered her a helping hand. You were now cursing yourself.

She was talking to you, you could hear her voice, but individual words were lost on you. You were sitting on the stairs, hands caught under your thighs as you lent towards her. Warm light reflected off pale skin, shadows curling around collarbones. You couldn’t get rid of the image of your tongue dipping into that divot.

Swathes of skin on display, usually obscured by a coat, was like your personal hell. You wanted to trail your lips over it until her double heartbeat was tattooed on your soul. You wondered if it would be soft against your fingertips, if it would be as warm as her hands, if you’d feel her breath catching in her chest. Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips as your heartbeat grew loud in your ears.

You tore your eyes away from her, feeling heat beginning to creep up your neck. You needed to get a handle on yourself. The soft light was making it so much worse, the way her skin seemed to glow. Sparks flew from her wires, drawing your attention back to her.

She lent forward, a dark gap yawning close to eye level. You caught your lip between your teeth, trying to stop any kind of moan that might inadvertently spill from your mouth. Your eyes inevitably dragged back to her collarbone. You were itching to nip at it. You couldn’t stop your imagination running away from you, the noises she might make if you did. You weren’t sure you would survive it.

Your knee began to bob and you had to fight against the impulse to reach out to her. Fingers skimming along the neckline of her shirt, tongue lapping at the salt on her skin, lips pressing to her beating heart. You wanted it, enough that it became physically painful to stop yourself.

“Are you listening to me?”

You offered her a strained smile, “of course, Doctor.”

She stretched her neck, leaning her head to one side. You made a soft noise, eyes tracing along the line of her throat. You pushed your hair out of your face, feeling too warm. You couldn’t drag your eyes away from her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, almost hypnotised by it. She looked over at you, tilting her head as if asking a question.

You swallowed past a lump in your throat and turned your gaze down to your hands. Your fingers were twisting together, and your breathing was too rapid. Eyes darting up then down again, the vision of the woman in front of you calling to you like a siren. You squeezed your eyes closed.

When you opened them she was right in front of you, crouching on the stair below your feet. You jerked back, cursing how silent she could be when she wanted to. Those large hazel eyes were staring up at you, so soft you could drown in them. You pressed your lips together, doing your best not to lean towards her. The scent of oil and sparks curled around you.

“You’re being weird,” she said, “are you tired? If you’re tired you should go to bed. Humans need sleep.”

“Sleep?” You blinked at her. Your eyes dipped again and you had to bite back a moan from how good she looked.

“It’s quite late,” she said, “if you want to go sleep that’s okay. I can finish up here on my own. I’m quite good on my own.”

“I’m not really helping, am I?” you asked, wincing. Of course she picked up on your weirdness. She was so good at noticing when something was off.

“I’m always happy to have some company,” she said, smiling softly at you. Your heart felt like it was in your throat. Rogue thoughts of kissing the smile off her face bounced around your brain.

“Sorry,” you said, ducking your head.

You weren’t expecting her hand on your chin, tilting your face back up to look at her. Her eyes bounced around, taking you in and you felt the need to hide. You wet your lips again, your own eyes drawn back to that dip between her collarbone. Shadows played over her skin and you wanted to chase each and every one with your lips. You could practically taste her on your tongue.

“Are you just tired or is something else going on here?” she asked.

You watched the words vibrate through her throat. You wondered if you could catch them on your tongue if you tried hard enough. A double pulse pounding under your kiss, a breathless moan from parted lips, pale skin glowing in the light from the TARDIS. You wanted it so much it felt as if it was burning you up from the inside out.

“I’m sure I’m just tired,” you replied, your mouth growing dry.

“Are you sure?”

Somehow you managed to drag your eyes back up to her’s. She was still watching you with that intensity you’d come to expect from her. No one else was quite so good as making you feel like the most important thing in any given room. Maybe that’s all this was, wanting to make her feel the same way. Only she was the most important thing in any given room. Of that you were certain.

She tilted your head to one side then the other before pressing her ear to your chest. You froze. She could definitely hear how hard your heart was beating. You brought your hands up, hovering over her shoulders but unable to make contact. She pulled away, looking at you again.

“You don’t seem tired,” she said, “are you certain it’s not something else?”

“I’m just a bit distracted,” you replied, still recovering from having her so close, “silly human thing.”

“I love human things,” she said, sounding more like her old self, the self that didn’t murmur to you in the quiet of the night, the self that didn’t listen to your heart beat and ask what was wrong, the self that wasn’t totally focused on you, “tell me.”

“No, it’s…” You didn’t know how to put it into words without actually letting on what was going on in your head. The last thing you needed was for her to find out and look at you with pity when she couldn’t return your feelings.

“It can’t be that bad,” she said, “I get distracted all the time. I’m ace at getting distracted.”

“I’m not sure that’s something to brag about,” you laughed. Something in her face broke open and she was looking at you like you were something wonderful again. Your heart ached. You wanted this all of the time.

“Whatever it is you can tell me,” she said, her voice softening into a murmur again. She was so close her breath ghosted over your legs. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Sometimes it’s just hard to focus,” you said, “when there are certain things going on.”

“What kind of things?”

Your gaze dropped again. You bit down on your lower lip and gently reached out, finger barely brushing against her collarbone. Her breath hitched and she stilled. You ran your fingertip along the bone until you met the soft material of her shirt.

“Just silly human things,” you whispered.

Slowly you looked up at her again. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking. You wanted to know what she was thinking.

“I love silly human things.” Her voice sounded strained and you waited for her to tell you to stop. You would if she asked you to. You’d do anything she asked you to.

You ran your fingertip back along the bone, dipping into the divot and going along the other side. Her eyes closed briefly before opening again. She took a deep breath in, her eyes turning molten. She lent into your touch, almost pressing her chest against your hand, practically begging for your touch.

“Doctor,” you breathed.

“Tell me,” she requested again.

“You distract me,” you replied, unable to fight the compulsion to give her whatever she wanted, “thoughts of you, thoughts of what I want to do with you, watching you. Just… all of you.”

“Me?” With one word she broke your chest open, flooding you with light. There was so much wonder in her voice, as if she’d discovered something beyond wonderful. You wanted to save it, the moment, and never let it go.

Her fingertips ghosted over your cheek and she looked at you as if you held all the answers to the universe. Your own fingers were traveling along the hard ridge of her collarbone again, dipping into the divot, swirling over the prominent bump where bone stopped. You promised yourself one day your lips would make the same journey.

“It’s always been you,” you murmured.

You would never be able to tell who moved first but your lips were on hers and her fingers were buried in your hair as your own curled around the back of her neck. Her body strained forward and up as you lent down, the awkward angle of the stairs somehow making it both difficult and perfect in equal measure. Her other hand landed on the stair you were leaning against, caging you in as she pressed closer.

Her tongue swept into your mouth, stealing your breath and her fingers tugged at your hair. A moan rumbled through your chest and you thought she might have been smiling against your lips. You parted your legs and with your free hand you tugged her closer until your thighs were wrapped around her waist. She groaned into your mouth, pressing herself more insistently against you as all thoughts fled your mind. There was only this, only her, and you wanted it all.

You couldn’t stop yourself, trailing your lips down until her double pulse thrummed under your tongue. She made a soft noise in the back of her throat, fingers tightening in your hair until it was almost deliciously painful. You nipped at it and her head fell back, a word in an unknown language falling from her lips.

She pulled you back into a kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. You moaned again, electricity running over every nerve ending in your body. You wanted her to touch every inch of you, wanted her in ways you couldn’t begin to understand, wanted her in every single way it was possible to have her. Her body was so soft against yours, pressing against you in a way that stole your breath.

When she finally pulled away she was breathing hard and her lips were kiss swollen. You were sure you looked a mess but all you could focus on was how brightly her eyes shone and the grin that was slowly taking over her face. She was still pressing you into the stairs, not moving away, as you both gasped for the air hanging between you.

“How was that?” she asked, “I’m a little rusty but I think that went alright.”

“Doctor.” You shook your head, trying to figure out what was going through your head, “that was easily the best kiss I’ve ever had.”

“Oh good, another thing I’m good at. I’ll add it to the list,” she said, “I actually did start a list a few centuries back but it got too long and complicated that I gave up on it. Then I lost it. Or threw it into an exploding star. One or the other. But I don’t need it really. It’s all in my head anyway. That’s another thing I’m good at, remembering things.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You pressed your lips to her’s, effectively shutting her up. She kissed you with an enthusiasm you’d always associated with her, and you couldn’t stop yourself moaning into her mouth. She practically vibrated under your touch, pressing closer to you. She stole the breath from your chest as her tongue plundered your mouth and her fingers tugged on your hair.

This time you broke away, surprised at the whimper you got in return. Her lips pressed to your cheek, your neck, the soft spot behind your ear. You tipped your head back as her lips played over your skin, tongue flicking out to taste you. The weight of her against you was delicious and not enough and you wanted more from her, always more.

“Doctor,” you breathed, your voice raspy and not quite under your control, “oh god, Doctor.”

“So brilliant, so beautiful,” she whispered into your skin before murmuring in another language you didn’t understand. You were burning up from the inside out under her touch. You couldn’t wrap your head around how you’d gotten here. It was better than a dream.

“I don’t think this is-‘ You broke off as she sucked on your skin, a jolt sent right between your thighs, “I don’t think this is going to help with being distracted.”

“Good,” she said, “now you can understand how I feel around you.”

“What?”

She drew back, a soft smile on her face. It was so at odds with the desperation you were feeling. She pressed a short kiss to your lips, only fanning the flames. You whined when she pulled back. You tried to tug her back against your body. You already missed the feeling of her weight pressing against you.

“You distract me every day,” she said, “all the time. You’re very good at it. Lots of thoughts and so many are about you.”

“Me?” It was like your lightbulb moment.

“Always you.”

She pressed her forehead against yours, all softness. The flames had burned down into a simmer and you were beginning to be able to breath normally again. Her hand slipped from your hair, resting on your shoulder now, although you were still trapped between her body and the stairs.

“Doctor?” you whispered.

She hummed in response.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” you asked.

Her answering kiss stole your remaining breath and needless to say her work never got done and you never got to sleep that night.

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[coolbeans32]

Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader(OC)

SYNOPSIS: Harry, Hermione, and Ron delve into Dumbledore's puzzle, examining the scrapbook and magical texts to locate Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore Grindelwald. Three days pass as they decipher Dumbledore's cryptic messages, tension mounting with each failed attempt. Hermione's discovery of a hidden message sparks hope, leading them to Grindelwald Manor. Despite Ron's skepticism and Hermione's sass, Harry urges focus, emphasizing Genevieve's importance. With renewed determination, they plan to depart for the manor, vowing to protect Genevieve from Voldemort's grasp. As they bid goodnight, Ron reassures Harry, pledging unity against Voldemort. Their minds already brimming with strategies, the trio prepares to confront the challenges ahead in their quest to uncover Dumbledore's secrets and thwart Voldemort's darkness.

WARNINGS: This passage doesn't contain any form of triggers/warnings aside from tension between characters and small bickering arguments.

WORD COUNT: 672 (shorter chapter)

Previous Part

Chapter Two

The Name

Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat around a large oak table cluttered with an array of magical texts, worn-out parchment, and the scrapbook itself. It has been three days since they’ve received their respective items, and were trying to figure out Dumbledore’s puzzle, in hopes to find Genevieve. The soft glow of the candlelight illuminates their determined faces as they diligently scour the pages, their fingers tracing over faded photographs and handwritten notes. 

Hermione was tracing her finger along the edges of a faded photograph of Albus, Gellert, and Genevieve; her eyebrow furrowed in concentration as she observed the image. “I still can't believe it. Dumbledore had a daughter, and we never knew.”

Ron nodded solemnly, his expression reflecting the gravity of the situation. “Yeah, it's a lot to take in. But at least now we have a name. Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore Grindelwald, doesn't know how that is much help. Honestly, why couldn't Dumbledore give us her location instead of all this,” he remarks as he gestures to piles of books layed out in front of them. “Honestly, it feels like we’re studying for bloody OWLs all over again.” 

Hermione replied irritated, “As if you have done any studying in the first place. You haven’t even passed the first page, and we’re not even studying for anything Ronald.”

Ron replied, “But it’s just so much reading ‘Mione! We don’t even know if this will even help us even figure out the first clue.”

"Honestly, Ron, if reading past one page were an Olympic sport, you'd be a gold medalist in giving up," Hermione sassily clapped back.

Harry ran a hand through his unruly hair, his green eyes reflecting a mixture of annoyance and cheekiness . “Guys, this isn’t the time to act like a married couple, we need to find her. She could be our best chance at understanding Dumbledore's past and what he was trying to tell us to do.” Both Hermione and Ron blushed and glanced away from each other.

Hermione agreed and said, “You’re right, but we have to be careful. We can’t let you-know-who find out about her. Especially with their history.”

Ron finished her sentence, his voice tinged with apprehension, “He'll stop at nothing to use her against us…especially if he can get her on his side, they were together before, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Harry met their gazes with a steely determination, “We won't let that happen. We'll find Genevieve, and we'll protect her, no matter what.” The trio shares a silent moment of solidarity, their resolve strengthened by their shared mission. Suddenly, Hermione's voice breaks the silence, drawing their attention back to the task at hand.

Hermione, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she points to a corner of the page, “Look! I think I found something.” She gestures towards the corner of the page where the edges of a piece of parchment peek out from beneath a photograph. Ron's eyes widen with anticipation as he eagerly reaches over and carefully lifts the corner, revealing the handwritten words "Grindelwald Manor" scrawled in elegant script, underneath the photograph. 

“Grindelwald Manor. That's got to be our next destination then,” Ron exclaims.

Harry nodded in agreement, a determined glint in his eyes, “Then let's get ready and pack. We should leave first thing tomorrow morning. The sooner, the better.”

The trio move to gather their belongings and prepare for the journey ahead, the weight of their mission hangs heavy in the air. But amidst the uncertainty and danger, there is also a glimmer of hope—the hope of finding Genevieve and uncovering the truth about Dumbledore's past.

Ron placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder, “We'll find her, mate. I promise.”

Harry returned the gesture with a small, grateful smile, “Thanks, Ron. And we'll defeat Voldemort too. Together.” With renewed determination and a shared sense of purpose, Harry, Hermione, and Ron bid each other goodnight, their minds already racing with plans and strategies for the challenges that lie ahead in their quest to find Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore Grindelwald.

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[geddy-leesbian]

Luis playing guitar for pregnant Leon because these bitches make me ill and I can't wait 2 chapters to post this

“Can I try to feel again..?”

“Yeah, the one on my left is moving a little bit. She's farther back I think and smaller, I don't feel her as much as the other, so don't think you will, but you can try,” Luis places his hand all over the left side of Leon's belly, but can't feel anything. He can't hide the disappointment on his face. “You'll get to feel soon, I promise. Usually me being up walking around relaxes them and they sleep. I just need to sit here for a while and the one on the right will wake up and start kickboxing in there. You can go back to doing whatever you were doing before I interrupted you, I'll tell you when the kicks start.”

Luis gets up to grab his guitar, then comes back to Leon to start playing.

“Keep playing!” Leon yanks a hand off the guitar to place on his stomach. “They like your music. Always kick when I put it on. Can't fall asleep to it like I used to, the kicks keep me up. They don't react like this to other music, just yours.”

Luis keeps strumming with one hand and feels the kicks with the other. When he stops playing, the kicking stops. He's mesmerized by it.

“They…” Luis moves his hand, back to the other side, to feel the other baby too. “They like my music…”

Luis keeps at it, playing and feeling, still in awe at every single kick, until Leon is asking him to stop.

“Sorry, darling,” Luis sets his guitar down while Leon starts rubbing his belly. “Glad you're finally able to feel and bond with them, the kicking just starts to hurt sometimes. You can keep feeling while they settle down, just no more exciting music.”

Leon takes his hands off his belly, letting Luis take over. 

“I love you. I love you so much,” Luis gently rubs Leon's belly. “I can't believe I'm having a family with you. I don't understand why you're putting your body through hell carrying my babies. I don't know what the hell you see in me.”

“A couple nights ago you were playing to a stadium of women that would probably kill to have your kids, don't get why it's so hard for you to believe that I want it too.”

“Because none of them know the real me. They have the idealized image of me that magazines feed them. They think I'm perfect, they don't know how much of a fucking train wreck I am. They don't know what I was like before. You were here wanting to spend time with me even before all the money and fame, when I was just a loser with nothing. And you're still here! Why?”

“You being a loser is exactly why I fell for you. Always hated you up until that conversation about this album being your last shot… Thought you were some rich asshole trying to buy his way into the music industry, just burning money until something worked because you could afford it. Then I found out you couldn't afford it, you were just so passionate for music that you were willing to be homeless to have another chance. I loved the passion. And since then I've learned so much shit that's made me fall more in love,” Leon traces over Luis's cheek scar with his thumb. “You're actually badass, you're a crazy cat person, you're a fucking genius and could have been an actual doctor if you'd tried, you're so protective, you dote on me… I could go on all night, there's so much I see in you. I don't get what you see in me either. You could have just about anyone, why me? I'm a fucking loser too! Became a receptionist because I'm a moron that broke my leg and never got motivated to do anything else with my life. I don't have a creative bone in my body, feel like you should be with someone artistic like you. I'm pretty, but I'm not special. You could find someone just as pretty as me that's also good at music or drawing or something.”

“I'm so in love with you because you have the nicest tits that I've ever seen. Kidding. Well, half kidding. You do have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen,” That is extremely high praise coming from Luis. He's seen a lot of them, after all. “I'm kidding about them being why I'm in love with you, they're just a nice bonus. The real reason is very close though! It's your big heart. The moment you said I could move in with you if I didn't have anywhere to sleep… We weren't even friends at that point. Just acquaintances. And you would have let me move in! Not to mention the way you just put up with all my bullshit and took care of me when I had that breakdown, when all I deserved was a door slammed in my face because I'd treated you like shit. And you don't give yourself enough credit– You are creative too! You decorated the nursery, painted those butterflies… You're also strong. But I already told you all about how strong I think you are last night, so–”

“God. Let's stop the sappy romance bullshit. Save it for when these kids are out of me and I can smoke pot.”

“Can I be sappy in Spanish?” Luis smiles playfully. “So you can't understand it?”

“Whatever.”

Luis lays down, head by Leon's belly, and starts speaking softly in Spanish.

#the ''last night'' was the whole leon stuck in a bathtub and having a mental breakdown over it incident #i feel like without context luis's dialogue kinda sounds like there's maybe a sex implication but there actually was no sex had that night #serennedy #serrennedy #theyre cringefail loser soul mates

[eaglebow09]

BOTW OC: Anya (Rito/Hylian)

Anya, an orphan residing on the outskirts of Rito Village, bears the weight of her mixed heritage – a combination of Rito and Hylian blood that has marked her as an outsider among the locals. Her origins trace back to a unique and controversial love story between her Hylian mother and her Rito warrior father.

Anya possesses a bold and adventurous spirit, driven by an unwavering determination that has endured despite years of isolation and rejection within her own Rito community. The shadows of her past cast a cloud over her self-confidence, yet she remains resolute in her quest to discover her true origins and purpose, to find solace amid the enigma of her existence.

Fiercely independent and unyielding in the face of adversity, Anya's spirit shines through her tenacity.  Anya shares a complex history with Revali, once childhood friends before their relationship took a tumultuous turn. During their youth, Revali's exceptional talents and the praise he received began to fuel a growing sense of superiority. This newfound self-assuredness led him to distance himself from Anya, convinced that her presence would only tarnish his reputation and hinder his pursuit of greatness. As the years passed, their once-strong friendship dissolved into a bitter rivalry, marred by deep-seated animosity and contempt. By the time adulthood arrived, Anya and Revali had become bitter adversaries, their past friendship now a distant memory.She refuses to be subdued by Revali's attempts to belittle or undermine her, consistently meeting his challenges head-on with a fiery resolve. Loyalty runs deep within her, and she is willing to make great sacrifices for the sake of her friends, embodying a sense of unwavering commitment.

Once she sets her sights on a goal, Anya becomes a force of unrelenting determination, ready to overcome any obstacle that stands in her path. Her primary objective in our story is to unravel the mysteries of her past, a pursuit fueled by her determination and the hope of finally finding inner peace amid the chaos of her existence. --------------------------------------------- I wanted to a colored version of her so you all could see what she looks like and get an idea of what I see when I draw her. I am new to color so be gentle haha. This is an original character (oc course) for a (Revali x OC) webcomic I have been working on. I post on my Deviantart page and Chapters 1,2 & 3 are already out.

I know what it's like to make efforts to stay in touch with my culture and respect my ancestors and that which came before me. At times you feel lost, half yourself, torn, and otherwise unsure of who you are. People guess, and try to make assumptions about you before they want to know and the world can be unkind. I use to be bullied when I was younger because of my family standing out in the community I grew up in but no matter what I tried to stay the course and only in recent years I have found a sense of harmony in all of it.

I created Anya not just a character in a fandom I love; But I want her to be an example and a reminder that, regardless of our origins, we all possess the power to shine brightly. That we can be propelled by the legacy of our ancestors. I myself am a mixed kid (O'odham and Mexican) and hope that it resonates as I write more on how she moves forward to uncover her past and embrace her unique heritage, It can serve as a testament to the resilience and strength that lie within us all.

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#botw #comic #fanart #art #breath of the wild #botw fanart #fanfic #webcomic #revali #rito #canon x oc #graphic novel #age of calamity #hyrule warriors #hyrule #hylian #character bio #story #fiction #winged character #Lost Memories #Anya #mixed kid

[her-devils-advocate]

Snippets from a domestic summer. (Part 4)

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Nate Sewell / Female Detective (Named)

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

This was only supposed to have 3 chapters planned, but I got a bit carried away with the theme!

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47590726/chapters/122092342

♥. Word count: 660

The gentle hum of the small, shockingly round and fuzzy bumblebee fluttering around the flowers surrounding the duo revives Valerie from her dreamless slumber. The small breeze does its very best to defend her from the sweltering heat as she cautiously opens her eyes, sighing in relief as the orange-tinted world appears around her. 

As she slowly shakes off the lingering exhaustion from the heat, she feels the soft, expensive fabric beneath, shielding her from the sharp blades of grass below them. She never could break Nate out of his habit of bringing the most expensive sheets for them to relax on during their picnics, something she always feels guilty for. But in this moment it's something she appreciates as the fabric hugs her revealed skin. Skin that shockingly doesn’t feel burnt to a crisp despite her unplanned nap under the unforgiving sun above.

She watches the bumblebee buzzing around her with a fond smile as it darts between their now empty picnic basket, trying to steal the leftover fruit from their lunch before making its way to the flowers. Their sweet scent floats through the air around them, making it tricky to not relax and embrace the rare summer break gifted to her. 

Her smile widens as the bee wiggles around the centre of each delicate orchid, planted and loved by Val in order to bring some life and vibrancy to the secluded warehouse garden, until a familiar chuckle steals away her attention and her breath.

She turns her head, which was currently resting on his lap as Nate had become her makeshift pillow and shade from the sun as she napped, to meet his lovestruck expression. An expression that never fails to make her heart flutter uncontrollably, a dizzy feeling that she is certain she will never get used to and as long as he continues to look at her like that, it's a feeling she's not sure she wants to get used to after experiencing its addictive touch.

He is a vision to behold as she gazes up at him. The sun’s golden rays shine down past him, caressing him as they frame his lean figure, making the edges of his hair glow within its light. The sun’s brightness itself is blocked by his head, protecting her while giving her the perfect view. 

Valerie isn’t a holy woman by any means, but the sight before her could easily change that. The urge to worship him on the linen sheet burns deep inside her as she commits the image to memory, not willing to forget the moment.

She's brought out of her dazed fantasies as his warm hand strokes her cheek, trailing feather-light touches down to lift her chin, giving him the chance to press equally soft kisses along the path he had traced. Her giggles flow through the garden as his stubble tickles her delicate skin with each kiss.

“Thank you,” she smiles up at him, the tender expression making his heart ache as she sits up to face him, pressing a kiss of her own to his hand when she notices his fond expression, “thank you for being in my life. Each day feels…unreal, almost like it's all a dream now. But in a good way! A way that I’m not entirely used to but one that I adore. I think that I’m simply…happy now. You make me happy, Nate.”

He beams at her admission, at the way her eyes widen ever so slightly as she glances up at him. How he can hear the small amount of adrenaline rush through her as she confesses something that would have been a normal statement from anyone else, yet he knows the weight behind her words.

“You are forever welcome, ya rouhi.” He punctuates his words by peppering a dozen kisses across her face, delighting in the squeals the action draws out from her. “As long as I can help it, you will always be happy.”

#♥. writing #♥. Valerie #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell #detective x nate #female detective x nate

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

~ Anne Boleyn's Last Request, A Guest Post by Lissa Bryan ~ On April 26th, 1536, Anne Boleyn asked her chaplain, Matthew Parker, to meet with her. She had a special request to ask of him, something of utmost importance. Perhaps she had a premonition of some sort. We know little of what took place during this meeting, only what Parker himself wrote of it later. Anne Boleyn asked him to make a promise to her, and Parker spent the rest of his life trying to fulfill it. The records indicate the weather in spring of 1536 was lovely, but Anne could feel the dark clouds gathering around the throne. A storm was brewing, but the conspirators were careful to leave little trace of which direction they were heading. Anne Boleyn was a fighter, but she could not fight what she could not see. The courage and strength it took for her to behave as though everything was normal still amazes me. Anne went through the motions of being a Tudor queen with dignity and poise. The king, too, gave all outward appearance of normalcy. Though Henry was spending his nights in other palaces - where Jane Seymour was always lodged nearby - he appeared at Anne’s side for events, and they were able to present the image of a cordial relationship to the public. He dined in Anne’s apartments, went with her to mass, and still insisted foreign courts should recognize the legitimacy of his marriage. He even devised a bizarre ruse to force Eustace Chapuys into bowing to Anne, seizing the underhanded victory with apparent delight. But behind the scenes, Henry was devising a way to rid himself of the woman he had come to despise. As he stood smiling by her side, he was plotting her death. Anne had to have known Henry was trying to get rid of her. If we know about it - and we do, from the letters of Chapuys to the Imperial court - then Anne heard the gossip, too. She still had powerful supporters who kept her informed of what was going on. Anne had to have been terrified, sick with worry and anxiety. What was Henry planning? It looked like he was trying to find a way to annul their marriage. He was asking bishops about the validity of his union to Anne. It had gotten to the point where Princess Mary’s supporters were writing to her and telling her to be of good cheer, because Anne would be gone soon. On the 21st of April, Chapuys noted as an aside that Cromwell had told the French ambassador not to broach the topic of Princess Elizabeth’s marriage. Anne, who supported the French, must have been disturbed that there was no discussion of a marital alliance for the princess. Whatever was happening, it was affecting her beloved daughter, as well. On the 24th of April, a commission of Oyer and Terminer was created at Westminster. The court dealt with treason charges, and other serious crimes, and so Anne may have thought it was for someone who had denied the royal supremacy, assuming she knew about that it had convened. She had so many other things on her mind, she might not have given it a second thought. The commission was tasked with investigating and drawing up the indictment against Anne Boleyn for treason and adultery. The day after the commission was created, Henry wrote a letter referring to Anne as his “entirely beloved” wife. The wife he had already decided would have to die in order to ensure his marriage to Jane Seymour was unchallenged, and his heir with her was entirely legitimate. Even as Henry wrote those words, he knew Anne Boleyn would be dead before the letter arrived at its destination. Anne’s days were numbered, though she was unaware of it as yet. She knew something was coming, at any rate, and Anne Boleyn was a woman who tried to meet her problems head-on. On the 26th, she asked her chaplain, Matthew Parker, to meet with her. Though we don’t know the details of how the meeting was arranged, Anne would have wanted it to be private. She had a promise she wanted to extract from him, and she wouldn’t have wanted it to be overheard. It seems she was successful at keeping it quiet - no one else, including Chapuys, whose ears were always straining for the faintest sounds of gossip, reported on it. Perhaps she met with Parker under the guise of confession, the sanctity of which even Chapuys would have never dared violate. Anne asked Parker to promise her he would watch over her baby daughter, Elizabeth, if anything happened to her. She must have seen something in Parker that made her reach out to him - of all the people she could have contacted, including her own extended family, to safeguard Elizabeth and her future. Parker took the promise he made to Anne seriously, and considered himself bound to it for the rest of his life. Anne Boleyn was an amazing woman. She managed - somehow - to behave as though nothing were amiss. She performed her court duties, attended mass, even continuing to insist on proper decorum for her courtiers. Anne always managed to keep her composure in public; it was only behind the scenes that she broke down. We don’t have any records of her inner turmoil at this time. Only the letters of the courtiers and Anne’s privy purse expenses give us insight into what was happening. Anne spent the last weeks of her life ordering items for her daughter. Perhaps, psychologically, Anne was trying to “cover” her daughter as best she could with all of her clothing purchases for the child. Maybe she had the foresight to see Elizabeth would be plunged into reduced circumstances by whatever her father was planning and not be cared for according to her station. Anne was right - it was the last clothing Elizabeth would receive until her governess wrote a pleading letter begging for funds because Elizabeth had grown out of everything. Anne had done all she could to prepare Elizabeth for her uncertain future. She had filled Elizabeth’s household with loyal, supportive people, many of whom were extended family members. She had asked a powerful man in the religious reformist movement to protect Elizabeth, and she had dressed her baby warmly for the storm ahead. Anne walked these last days of April on tenterhooks, waiting to see what Henry had in store for her. She would not have long to wait.

[The History Geeks]

#history #women #Anne Boleyn #stories #The History Geeks #Elizabeth

[thetwelfthcrow]

I would love to ask you anything about any upcoming fics you have but I also don't want spoilers so 😭

well! then i will tell you spoiler-free what my upcoming projects are!

currently finished & posting:

racing heartbeats finished her up entirely! is posting every other week now :)

actively working on:

only bought this corset so you can take it off with @pinkjamblesss !!

will start on these soon:

keep me under the charm 2/3 parts finished (60k), brainstormed the majority of part 3. will start writing when i've got more time, in a month or so.

you crawled inside my head and set a fire there instead the soulmates fic! only got to write a sex scene. so, hopefully, will finish that after kmutc!

brazil, 2022 brainstormed this. a threesome fic. recently also read all those lewis/max/charles fics so i am itching to work on this lewis/max/checo fic!

the netflix padel event this is such a silly idea but i think it'll be a fun oneshot. got it fully brainstormed, will work on it after kmutc, or maybe if i'm blocked on that. i think this'll be 10k tops.

H2O ! 4433 the mermaid!lewis fic! i think this'll be a big one so it depends on how much energy i have left after finishing kmutc. it's got quite a structure but not everything's planned out yet. i take ideas !!!

i'm a cult leader, mind reader, heart eater the championship whore club! bit of a longer oneshot, maybe 25k. got a broad outline but still have to work on the finer details

a couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows serial killer!max but it's not an au. i think it'll work best if either i pick the 2021 season for this or max gets challenged a bit more this season. or maybe i'll pick 2018 for funsies. or make up a season, we'll see. i need this man Frustrated

got your naked pictures and i keep 'em in a folder the first 4433 fic i ever brainstormed. gotta take a long hard look at her to see if i'm gonna keep what i have now bc it's all very spontaneous and open and without any plan so. gotta. find a story there first lmao.

i shake my milk until it's sweet and has a sugery taste #primary teacher!max, au where max is a teacher for lewis (and nico's) daughter. max can't stand lewis at first, but then he slowly falls in love... | brainstormed with all of you! if you have ideas, please send me an ask!

other stuff for the future

i'm planning on picking up art again! it's been a while and i've never really drawn people but i do enjoy tracing pictures to put these boys into situations. i think it'll be nice to do a little doodle thing on @theeleventhcrow where people send me horny images and i'll try and draw the driver's faces on it. could be fun idk. i'm not good at art but i feel a little bit motivated for the fist time in a long while!

depending on how life is gonna look like and how my fic ideas are gonna be and if it all goes how i want to or if i randomly get a 350k fic idea (unlikely!), i might open commissions! but i'm not even sure if people would want to pay for my writing. it could be fun to try and write new things bc of it, you know? we'll see.

#zhalia's lil' answer chat #Anonymous #fun question time !! #these colors mean nothing i just thought it'd be cute

[vacantgodling]

i ask about art style because i'm currently trying to develop one myself. i can do realism well but that's not what i want to do, and it's harder to do that from imagination anyway (at least for me). i always need an exact reference, which really narrows down what i can draw. but i really can't figure out how to stylize things kajsfkjs.

AHHH i see what you mean lmao. it’s not really a problem i’ve fully dealt with (i’ve never been good with realism so i never tried 💀) but a couple of tips that i’ve found help me with drawing what i want to draw:

the first one is gonna sound sacrilegious in some circles but like hear me out tbh: reference / *trace / examine styles that you like or that are close to what you’re looking to go for in your art. directly reference them when you’re drawing and mimic them so you can get a feel and understanding for how the style itself operates. i say trace with an asterisk bc i know people are like OMG DONT TRACE but to me personally tracing is bad when you trace over someone’s art directly and claim it as your own. p shitty. tracing to understand style is a completely different thing bc you’re using it as a learning tool. i do it all the time tbh and i find learning from actual art vs real photos is super helpful in understanding how to stretch your limits artistically. it helps you think more in a “this is stylistic how are they capturing that” versus capturing the image as close to real as possible.

secondly, using reference isn’t bad, but use them like stepping stones—don’t be afraid to patch different references together so you can “see” something. it takes a good while to get to a point where you can just dream up whatever and have it happen lol. but i tend to use references more like “fill in the blanks” when i can’t figure things out. it’s gonna be uncomfortable but think of it like writing a scene or describing something — a place, a character, etc. you can’t “reference” that writing to life, you have to prod and poke and fiddle with it to get it sounding how you like in your head. drawing is very similar just with images. sometimes what helps me personally is i will list out what traits i want a drawing to have or i’ll discuss them with myself beforehand of what this character looks like (bc i mainly do character art lol) and what things i need or want to include. then i go reference hunting if there’s certain things i can’t picture just so i can make it a clearer visualization. then i start drawing. a kinda example is this picture here, where you see on the side i have a list of characteristics and then the finished oc (verin) in the middle lol.

or, in this i literally found a stylized wig to help me figure out how to draw the hair (the bun specifically) bc i was BUGGIN about it i could not figure it out and it was making me Angry

but that’s what i mean by using a piece of a reference. i didn’t use a ref for the rest of the drawing i kind of just said hey i want her to look like this this and this let’s go. that’s why first step of finding styles you like and trying to emulate them is important bc obvs i can’t just say “oh yeah just write it down you’ll visualize it” like the more you practice drawing near a style you like the more it’ll help you build and branch on your own.

finally, tbh it takes a long time and a lot of practice to get to a point where you can say “yep this is my artstyle” and feel happy with it. like i draw a lot and i’m still not really sure what constitutes my own style but like. i can recognize my art. it’s just not where i want it to be yet. your art style will constantly be growing and changing just based on the media and art you consume no different than writing. you’ll notice yourself incorporating the most random shit you didn’t think had an impact on you but did. for instance, i used to have such a shit time drawing noses until i saw (1) artist draw that little line that i do under noses and i just assimilated that into how i draw now lmao.

idk if any of these are PARTICULARLY helpful bc i’m like. not good with skill and terminology terms my brain when i draw is literally “brrrrr” so much subconscious thinking when i draw tbh lol. i can definitely try giving you more pointers if it’d help?? or i can upload some of my drawing videos that my ipad records bc idk for me something that does help is when i watch other people draw i can see How they did something or built it up for the most part 💀

#about renjamin #ren art #i hope this helped in some way bffjfjjrdkdk #i’m like Not Great to ask about this stuff bc i get it but how explain