#yes we’re both partially dressed

[sassymoon]

Rough animalistic lesbian sex is fun and all but receiving soft aftercare from a butch is even better 💖

MEN MINORS AND TERFS DONT’ TOUCH

#sassymoon #yes we’re both partially dressed #this is stone sex at its finest #butch in boxers and femme In lingerie #stone lesbian #wlw nsft #femme4butch #butch4femme #stone femme #femme lesbian #lesbian nsft

[abbygraceasd]

Tenth Doctor Smut

I’ll come up with a better title later

You wake up in the infirmary, the Doctor holding your hand in his own with his eyes closed while he slouches in a chair.

“Hello…” You whisper.

He looks at you, eyes gleaming in relief, “Hello.” He smiles, sitting up.

“What happened after I passed out?”

“Judoon sent us back to Earth. I took you straight to the Tardis, had to make sure you’re all right.” He brings your linked hands up and presses a kiss to your hand, “You feeling okay?”

You nod, smiling up at him.

He leans over, kissing you softly.

Pulling away, he helps you sit up.

His hands find your waist, and he pulls you off the exam table.

“What about Martha?” You ask, “She okay?”

“Yeah, she’s with her family right now. We’re actually right outside the pub she’s at.”

“Good. Seems like you’re ready to take on another companion.” You grin at him, “Other than me of course.”

He makes a face, “Wouldn’t call you a companion.”

“Oh? What would you call me then?”

He wraps his arms around you, leaning in and whispering something into your ear in Gallifreyan.

“And what does that mean exactly?” You ask.

“Mmh. The closest word in English would be… Soul-bound.” He starts to sway you both from side to side.

“Soul-bound? Like a soulmate?” You ponder it for a moment, “I like that. Explains why I felt god awful when I took some space after Rose. My soul missed you.” You kiss his cheek.

His hands slide down to your waist.

He trails kisses down the left side of your neck, nipping at where it curves into your shoulder.

You whimper, hand going up and grabbing his hair.

He pulls you flush against his body.

As he continues to kiss your body, his hand comes up to cup your breast.

You moan, eyes fluttering shut as you bite your lip trying to silence yourself.

A hand grasps your jaw gently, and your eyes open as his lips graze your ear, “I want to hear you.”

His fingers pull your lip free before his hand moves to the zipper of your dress, fiddling with it, “This okay?”

You nod.

“I need words, darling.” He rasps.

“Yes.” You whisper.

The zipper comes undone partially, his lips trail down the back of your neck.

You rub your thighs together, in an attempt to ease the arousal forming.

The zipper falls down further to its end.

His hands caress your shoulders as he peels the dress off your body.

His fingers fiddle with your bra clasp, You shudder.

The bra slides forward off your shoulders, You slide it off your arms, letting it drop to the floor.

He slides his hands along the seam of your tights and underwear, pushing them down your thighs.

Sloppy kisses are pressed to your thighs as your underwear and tights hit the floor.

You step out of the pool of clothes, turning to face the Doctor, his lustful stare stripping away any doubt that he doesn’t find you attractive.

He pulls his jacket off, loosens his tie, and unwraps it from around his neck.

You step closer and begin to unbutton his shirt. His hand brings your chin up and he presses a searing kiss to your mouth.

You whimper against his lips. You feel him grin, and then a hand reaches down and fingers slide through your folds.

You gasp, and his tongue slips into your mouth.

You untuck his shirt from his pants, pushing his shirt off his torso.

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it lightly.

You reach up and your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him.

Fingers penetrate your hole, you break the kiss and moan breathily.

He groans lowly, “Oh, how I love your moans.”

His fingers speed up, thrusting into you and rubbing your clit.

You feel a tightness forming in the pit of your stomach.

Your grip tightens, nails digging in.

Your breathing gets heavier as he continues his ministrations.

His free hand pulls at your hair, forcing you to make eye contact, "I want to see the look on your face as you fall apart."

He speeds up his pace, curling his fingers inside you, sending you over the edge.

your walls spasm around his fingers, the slick from your pussy leaking down your thighs and all over his hand.

You struggle to keep your eyes open as the orgasm crashes over you, moaning uncontrollably.

He grins, eyes darkening, leaning down and taking your breast into his mouth, sucking a bruise into the tender flesh.

He continues his ministrations until your walls relax enough for him to pull his fingers out.

He lifts his hand up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean, staring into your eyes, “You taste divine.”

His hands grip your thighs, picking you up and setting you on the exam table.

You watch, pupils blown wide with lust as he takes his pants and underwear off, revealing ten inches.

You bite your lip in anticipation.

He strokes his cock with one hand, the one covered in your slick. The other hand reaches out and pushes you back so you lay flat on the table.

He climbs on top of you, pinning your hands above your head with one hand.

His eyes bore into mine as he nudges your clit with his hardened member.

your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.

He grins, pushing inside your cunt slowly, watching your face screw up in pleasure.

You whimper when he starts to pull out, only to moan out when he thrusts back in.

“Feel good?” He asks, thrusting in and out slowly.

You nod.

“Words, darling." He stops his thrusts, “If you don’t use your words, I’ll stop.”

“Yes! You gasp, trying to get your wrists out of his grasp so you can touch him, “Please keep going!"

His let’s go of your wrists, “Good girl.” He kisses you softly, intertwining our fingers together, all while he thrusts into you roughly.

“Fuck!” You throw your head back.

He grunts, feeling your walls clench around him, “You keep that up, I’m not gonna last.”

You give an innocent smile, clenching around him again.

He chuckles lowly, “You’re gonna regret that.”

His hands go under you, lifting your torso up and flipping our position so you're sitting in his lap.

He grabs hold of your forearms, pulling you down onto his cock, until he bottoms out.

Your eyes roll back in your head.

His hand finds your lower stomach, “Feel that?” He grins at you, “Feel me in your tummy?” He thrusts gently, sure enough, there’s a bulge in your stomach from his cock.

You nod, “Feels so good!”

He moves his hand up to grab your chin, “I’m going to ruin you.”

You clench around him involuntarily.

He groans, “Gonna ruin you for anyone else. Gonna make you mine.” He starts thrusting faster, rubbing circles against your clit, “Know how I’m gonna do that?”

You shake your head, “How?”

He grins devilishly, “I’m gonna fill you up.” He holds your hips, pushing you down to meet each of his thrusts, “Gonna fuck you until you’re full of my cum. 'Til you’re nice and round with my baby.”

You whimper, clenching around him.

“You like that, don’t you? The thought of carrying my child?” He kisses you roughly, “I’m gonna fuck you every day until that happens, make sure it works.”

You moan.

“I can tell you like the idea of making me a daddy, know how?” He pinches your clit.

You yelp, “How?”

“The way your pussy is just sucking me in.” He grunts, “Your pussy was made just for me, wasn’t it?”

You nod, the coil in your stomach tightening, “Yeah.”

“You’re close aren’t you?” The question is rhetorical, “Good.” His thrusts get rougher.

Tears fill your eyes as his thrusts become sloppy and uneven, he’s close.

He groans, thrusting deeply, shooting his load deep inside you, “That’s it darling, cum for me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, legs squeezing his waist tightly as the coil in your stomach snaps.

You cry out in pleasure, nearly blacking out from the intensity of your orgasm.

He holds you tightly, fucking you through your orgasm.

As You come down from your high he slows his thrusts to a stop.

He pulls away from you a little to press a kiss to your forehead.

You look up at him, he wipes the tears from your face.

“You, were amazing." He whispers.

“Did you mean it?” You question.

“Mean what?” He asks.

“About putting a baby in me?”

He looks off, an unsure look on his face, “Yes.”

“Good.” You whisper.

He looks down at you in surprise, “Really? You want to have kids with me?”

“Well, I have to get off my birth control first, but yeah, I do.” You smile.

He grins, tears in his eyes, “Thank you.” He kisses you softly, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#doctor who x reader #tenth doctor x reader #doctor who smut #david tennant? nah more like david ten inch! #my writing

[thronesforkings]

Can I request uuuuh smiley x male reader fluff

Maybe they go on a cute date and Toman catches them?

Title: Pictures

Requested?: Yes ^^

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Male!Reader x Kawata (Smiley) Nahoya; Toman (Takemichi x Hina, Draken x Emma)

TW/CW: Swearing (Note, most of my stuff will have swearing as I do swear in my regular speech and it slips into my writing)

Notes: I did this instead of doing my final project/semester finals :3 I also looked up festivals in Japan in December and found many cool ones that are happening this year (some are done every year but some I found are only this year)

Word Count: 1,194

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Nahoya loved to fight, that was known of the captain, but it was less known that he loves the outdoors more than fighting. There was only one thing that topped both of those and that was (Name), his wonderful boyfriend. 

(Name) wasn’t known by the others, he was Nahoya’s little secret. While (Name) was in the gang and in his division, he was rarely talked about since he didn’t stand out to the others. It was a surprise when Nahoya found him injured in an alleyway while walking home after going to the shop. He had heard of the boy and knew he was in his division but it wasn’t until he helped the other male out that love blossomed.

The peach haired male was pulling a confused male who was only told to dress for the weather. (Name) had a smile on his face as he studied Nahoya’s face, his smile less prominent but full of emotions, his eyes scrunched up and slightly covered by his hair (which made it hard for (Name) to see Nahoya’s excitement for this mystery), and the pink that dusted his face due to the cold weather. 

“We’re almost there! You’re going to love this!” Smiley spoke and the two continued on for a little longer before (Name) saw a glow of blue lights. The blue got closer as they eventually stood at the start of a path that was illuminated. 

“Ao no Dokutsu! They have benches through the path and I brought some snacks. I come here every year to see the lights.” (Name) smiled as he listened, a light laugh escaping his lips and he squeezed Smiley’s hand. 

“Thank you. I’ve heard of this, it’s prettier in person than just seeing photos.” (Name)’s voice was distant as he admitted the lights and how calming the area was. 

“Well let’s just relax then!” Nahoya tightened his grip on (Name)’s hand, the two going down the path and admiring the lights. 

“Woah, how did you find this place?” Chifuyu asked Takemichi. This was supposed to be a date for him and Hina but Emma was told about it and so her and Draken tagged along. Since they had a captains meeting earlier, they just hung out a bit (Smiley left in a hurry and refused to answer any of their questions) before going to this place. The others tagged along since they move as a pack. 

“Uh, My mother took me here when I was younger. I haven’t been here in a few years though, so I thought this would be a nice place to go.” Takemichi responded and glanced at Hina, who wasn’t annoyed about the others tagging along (unlike him) and was talking to Emma. 

“Let’s just walk through this place so we can go somewhere warm, it’s fucking cold out here.” Draken said as his cheeks were flushed red, partially from the cold but the girl clinging to his arm was the main reason why he was red. 

“It’s winter, you should know to dress warmer.” Mitsuya jabbed at him and the group slowly made their way into the attraction. 

Nahoya and (Name) had stopped a couple times and now were roughly halfway through the path, sitting eating the sweets that were brought along. (Name) was admiring the lights and in his own world until the sound of a click got his attention. 

“Oops.” Smiley had a shit eating grin on his face as (Name) blushed and tried to grab the other’s phone. 

“Delete it.” (Name) said as he watched his boyfriend fake pout. 

“You’re so cute though! I barely have any photos of you.” Smiley said and (Name) was about to retort back but stopped with an idea. He took his phone out and took a photo of the other male in retaliation, copying his grin. 

“Huh?” Nahoya was confused until he realised that his picture was taken. It was now his turn to blush and try to grab the phone. In reality neither of them were serious about deleting the photos but they both had their own reactions. 

“I’m a scary gang member, there should be no proof of me being soft.” Nahoya said as the two were now closer together. (Name) laid on the ground with his arm extended away from Nahoya while the other was on top of him and had put his phone in his pocket, using one hand to make sure he didn’t fall onto (Name) and the other trying to get the phone from where he was. 

“You’re not that scary.” (Name) said with a grin before laughing at the other’s flushed face and had looked away from him. 

“Only for you.” Nahoya muttered and (Name) swore he felt time stop for a moment. He looked at him and was filled with nothing but happiness. 

Feeling lips connected to his, it had pulled a squeak out of him, surprised but quickly kissed back and only focused on his boyfriend. The two pulled away with lovesick smiles and their breath in the air. (Name) was quick to take a photo of Nahoya who just laughed, the other joining him. 

“I didn’t think other people were going to be here, this is the quietest time when I looked it up.” Takemichi said as the group heard laughter while walking. It was getting closer as they continued on and it wasn’t until a gasp was heard that everyone stopped walking. 

“So many things suddenly make sense.” Souya spoke and the others saw the other twin with someone laying next to him on the ground. They silently watched as the two were calming down and soon enough kissed again. 

Draken grinned and let out a whistle, surprising the two who had now noticed the group. (Name) and Smiley both had widened their eyes in surprise to see the other gang members (read: higher ups). 

“Shit.” Nahoya said quietly as his brother ran up to them and hit him on the head. 

“You didn’t even tell me! You’re so rude.” Souya said and (Name) put a hand over his mouth to hide his laughter. 

“Hah? I would’ve told you if you ever asked, idiot!” He retorted back and (Name) snorted, soon breaking out into laughter. 

“I have to agree with your brother, that was kind of rude of you to not tell him. I mean, I told my older sister/brother.” (Name) spoke and Souya grinned.

“I’m Souya.” (Name) nodded as he spoke and waved the others over. 

“I’m Seto (Name). Nice to officially meet all of you. Nahoya doesn’t have to make up excuses any more though, for why he suddenly leaves.” The group nodded and soon enough Mikey joined them on the ground. 

“So, do you have any dumb photos of Smiley?” Mikey asked and (Name) laughed while he opened his phone.

“Oh I have many.” Nahoya gasped in betrayal but soon enough he was stopped by Souya asking him questions about how they met. He sighed and let a small smile tug on his lips as he watched his boyfriend be happy and relaxed, deciding that maybe he will have to take more photos of (Name) after this.

#smiley x male reader #kawata nahoya x male reader #tokyo revengers x male reader

[hyperfixated-on-cod]

Happy Halloween! Here’s how 141 + Los Vaqueros celebrate the spookiest day of the year 🎃 (Partially 18+ NSFW)

(DISCLAIMER: my headcanons are my own; I’m an American so some of them might be Americanized. I don’t fully know many details regarding Día de Los Muertos, so I will not in good faith speak much about it in this post)

Captain Price

He’s not dressing up BUT he does go all out decorating for it. His permanent residence, his office, and if he’s on deployment he does what he can.

Really enjoys handing out candy. He loves seeing what costumes the kids/teens come up with every year.

He’s the dad that gets angry when kids TP his house.

MIGHT let you take him to a Halloween party, and if you do get him to dress up it will be something super simple like draping a white sheet over his head and cutting out eye holes😂

If you don’t go to a party, he’ll hang with you at home and watch scary movies with you

(Personally I don’t like horror bc I get nightmares easily so I’d like to think he’s very protective and cute about it🥹)

Will absolutely rail you in your costume when the night is over. Bonus points if you dressed in something intentionally sexy.

Soap

If anything, he’s the one dragging you to a Halloween party.

He’s dressing up as Ghost. Plans WEEKS ahead of time so he can steal one of his masks, rather than making his own since he knows Ghost’s are good quality.

Wherever he ends up this night, he’s getting FUCKED up if he has nothing going on the next day.

He’s helping the kids TP Price’s house🤪

Personally, the relationship dynamic I’d have with Soap is that Halloween is one day of the year (out of a few) where he can properly slut himself out; he deserves it. Like yes bestie put on your sexy devil costume and have fun💜

At the end of the night tho, he’s in your bed doing… ungodly things to and with you 😈

Ghost

He’ll maybe let you drag him to a costume party but complains the ENTIRE time.

Under no circumstances will he dress up. “I already wear a mask everyday, so there’s no point in wearing a different one tonight.”

Would much rather stay home watching horror movies. Lights off so he’s just… sitting there… in a dark ass room… watching something unreasonably scary, like Hereditary (2018) or a classic like The Exorcist (1973).

Gaz

He’s hosting the costume party. Even if the team is deployed, he’s gonna do what he can to make the best of it.

There WILL be a costume contest and Price never wins😃 Price kind of complains a bit about it like “Ugh another year without a win😒” but never actually does anything to help himself lol

He and Soap argued over who would dress up as Ghost. Obviously Soap won eventually so Gaz is stuck tryna figure something else out.

This year, he’s dressing up as Ken, but not like in the Insufferable Straight Man Trying To Win Feminism Points kind of way.

Alejandro

Absolutely fucking KILLS IT at Gaz’s Halloween party every year and has a winning streak in the costume contest.

Always hella creative with his costumes and gets super into it. He probably makes it himself and he goes, like, full cosplay about it.

This year he’s giving… Beetlejuice vibes, don’t ask me why. Broadway!Beetlejuice, specifically. Even makes his own snake like they have on stage, but smaller so he can have it chillin on his shoulder or something.

Rudy

This year he’s dressing up as Lydia so he can match with Alejandro. Even if we’re talking RudyxReader and AlejandroxReader, he’s still gonna go matching with his bestie.

Since he and Alejandro are both Mexican, they’re observing Día de Los Muertos together and with their families.

Between the two of them, Rudy is the one decorating for Halloween because Alejandro spends so damn much time working on his costume.

Spends so much time decorating for Halloween and preparing for Day of the Dead that he nearly forgets to get a costume but it’s fine this year because Lydia from Beetlejuice is quite a simple idea and Alejandro can hem a cheap dress in an instant🥰

#cod headcanons #halloween #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rudolfo parra #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #cod modern warfare #captain price #ghost cod #los vaqueros #rudy parra #rudy cod #spooky #spooktober

[densi-mber]

Rushing Home with their Treasures

“Ooh, what about this?” Deeks asked, holding up a tiny green and red elf costume.

“I don’t know,” Kensi said, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “It’s cute, but also kind of ugly.” She rested her hand over her stomach, absentmindedly rubbing a few times. “Those dresses are really cute, though,” she added.

Deeks followed her gaze to the smallest imaginable velvet dress with a poofy skirt.

“That is adorable,” he agreed. “We could get it.”

“But then we’re going to end up with three possible sets of everything to cover all the possible girl/boy scenarios. Besides, we’re supposed to be getting gifts for family and friends, not the twins.”

They’d taken advantage of a afternoon when neither of them had any appointments or work to knock out some of their holiday shopping. The giant display of baby paraphernalia had sent them on a half hour detour.

“Ok, where do you want to head first?”

“Well, I thought since Rosa’s gift is probably going to be at least partially custom-made, we should probably get that taken care of before it gets too busy,” Kensi suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.” He saw Kensi give the baby clothes another look before finally turning in the direction of the jewelry department.

“How can I help you today?” the assistant at the jewelry counter asked as they approached. “We have some lovely pieces on sale today and all earrings in this display are 50% off.”

“Thank you, but we’re actually looking for a pendant for our daughter,” Deeks explained. “This is what we had in mind.”

An hour later, they walked away from the counter with pamphlets, paperwork, and the promise of their personally designed necklace in a week’s time. In the end, they’d settled on a design a series of interlocking hearts that incorporated each of their birthstones, with space to include the twins’ once they were born.

To some, it might sound slightly cheesy, but Rosa valued anything that linked her to her found family. From the pictures spaced throughout the house, to Deeks and Kensi’s names on her school forms. The necklace just happened to be a very purposeful and more extravagant addition.

“I think she’s going to love it,” Kensi said, examining the example pictures they’d been given. They strolled past a couple food vendors on their way out and she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. “Mm, cinnamon rolls.”

She gave Deeks a sly look, and he chuckled, veering off towards the Cinnabon. “C’mon, we can’t let you and the Pastry Babies starve. Especially when there’s literal pastry to be had.”

Kensi looped her arm through his, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

“So, where to next?” Deeks asked once they both had cinnamon rolls the size of his head in hand.

Peeling off a strip of glaze-covered dough, Kensi slowly at it while she considered his question. “That boutique Anna likes is across the mall, we’re getting Rountree and Fatima’s gifts at the Christmas market, so maybe your mom’s?”

“Sure. Though we are definitely not getting items 2, 3, or 7 from her wish list.”

“Oh, you mean the lingerie, dirty truth or dare game, and aphrodisiac gift basket?” Kensi said, licking icing off her finger. “Yeah, I’m thinking we need to pass those on to Arkady.”

“Ew,” Deeks commented, giving a full-body shudder. “Ok, you want to meet up in the accessories? I’m gonna grab some coffee to wash down the sugar and hopefully burn the thought of aphrodisiacs, my mom, and Arkady from my mind.”

Snorting, Kensi leaned in for a kiss. “See you in a few.”

Deeks joined the line for one of the many coffee shops sprinkled around the mall’s main floor. When Kensi was out of sight, he ducked out of line, making a beeline for the baby department. It only took a few minutes to locate the racks of Christmas outfits they’d looked at earlier.

He grabbed the tiny green dress, smiling as he headed for the register.

***

A/N: So much fluff this densimber! And yes, I’m still manifesting twins all day, every day.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 7 #ncis la fanfiction #ncis la #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #pregnant kensi #fluff #Christmas shopping #by ejzah

[honkytonk-hangman]

SNEAK PEEK – TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS

40s!Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Summary: The last time you met Lieutenant Jake Seresin, the war was still ongoing and you'd been in a floundering engagement. Back then you'd seen the possibility for more in his eyes, and now? Well, now you could explore it.

Notes: hello comrades, its me, el presidente of the Jake Seresin Professional Baby Girl Club :) vibes wise, this is partially based on the potato movie and a little bit of what we've seen in trailers for Devotion. Mostly because sweetcheeks looks so good in both. I hope you enjoy this little sneak peek, please send an ask or comment if you would like to be tagged when it comes out!!! <3

Reader has a nickname– Duckie, but its just so that it's easier to write dialogue lol pls dont b mad uwu thank u to @ussgallifrey @natrace @bvckysmoon for being very devious and sending me lots of pictures of mr handsome when i should be finishing my other wips <3 love u all never change <3

Words: 1.8k

UPDATE: FULL FIC AVAILABLE HERE!

1946

You can’t help but let out a laugh as you’re guided through the busy dance hall, barely missing a waiter with a large tray of drinks as you go. You try to call back an apology, but the hand wrapped around your wrist is already dragging you away, weaving in and out of the crowds of dancers and party-goers.

You’d almost forgotten what the atmosphere in a place like this could be like, exuberant and daring, and now that the war was officially over, lacking in any sort of melancholy.

Bea, your well meaning, but a little over-excited friend, finally seems to be slowing down, though she has one last surprise in stall for you, using your momentum to swing you around to her side with a strength such a small woman certainly shouldn’t possess.

“There she is!” a male voice, deep and pleasant, greets from somewhere in front of you, and you give your head a quick shake, attempting to get your bearings now.

“Sorry we’re late, sugar! Had a lipstick emergency!” Bea says only half truthfully, stepping away from your side momentarily to allow a handsome moustachioed man to lean down and kiss her cheek.

You can’t help but smile at the sweet display. Bea had been telling you all about Bradley Bradshaw for weeks now, and if even half of what she’d told you was true, you already liked him immensely for treating your friend so well.

“And this must be the famous Duckie I’ve heard all about,” honey coloured eyes swivel away from Bea and land on you, making you remember yourself.

“It’s so good to meet you at last, Lieutenant Bradshaw!” you shake his offered hand warmly.

“Please just call me Bradley– or Rooster!” he gently corrects you, before he hums, and shoots Bea a suspicious look.

“Do you think she’s adding us birds to some sort of collection?” he asks conspiratorially, the question making you laugh genuinely at the absurdity.

Bea huffs, shakes her head, and smacks his arm, trying her best to fight off the grin on her lips.

“All I’ll say Rooster, is that you’d best treat her right, or she will hunt you for sport,” you lean in and reply, receiving your own smack for your trouble. Rooster’s face turns bright and he laughs, pulling Bea near with his arm around her.

“I can believe that, yes ma’am,” they look at each other with barely concealed adoration, and it makes your heart clench a little in your chest. You’re quickly distracted though, with the sudden and rowdy approach of six other people, all dressed to the nines like everyone else around you. Rooster seems unfazed by their appearance, though he tears his eyes away from Bea to glance around at the now much larger group you were in.

“Fellas, you all know Bea already, and this is Bea’s friend, Duckie,” he easily introduces you to the six newcomers, all men except for a tall, beautiful brunette woman who looked like she could eat every single one of them for breakfast. A flurry of handshakes and names are exchanged, and you’re surprised by just how quickly you feel totally absorbed by the group of Naval Aviators, like you’d known them all for years and were just catching up again.

“I’m spotting a free table, north west!” the man who held the youngest looking features of the group, Fanboy you believe he’d introduced himself as, pipes up, pointing over everyone's heads to the large round table that was currently being cleaned up. Before you can even process it, the entire group is migrating casually toward the table, Rooster catching the arm of the waiter before he leaves, putting a round in, you assume.

You find yourself next to Bob, who sends you an adorably awkward little grin as he pulls out your chair for you, and you thank him sincerely. Despite the gentlemanly gesture, the moment you’re comfortable, he’s taking his own seat, and once more totally absorbed by the woman you’d learn was named Phoenix, or Nat. You hadn’t noticed it earlier, too distracted by all the new faces, and their excitable personalities, but Bob was clearly, utterly enamoured by Phoenix, and it looked like the feeling was returned, if perhaps a little less socially awkward.

“Hey, Javy, where’s Hangman?” Bea is sat a few places down from you, her hand wrapped through Rooster’s arm. A man on the opposite side of the table waves his hand over his shoulder.

“He’s coming, probably caught his reflection in a glass,” Javy snorts.

“I wanted to introduce him to Ducky!” Bea pouts, and her words make you frown.

“Pardon?” you say pointedly, leaning around Bob and Phoenix to look at Bea with a frown. Rooster seems to be matching your expression, and he cocks his head at his partner.

“Ducky is far too nice for him,” Rooster says, but you get the feeling he doesn’t really mean it.

“Oh come off it, Ducks, you could do with meeting someone new!” Bea rolls her eyes, but her voice is imploring.

Your frown deepens just a little bit, but you aren’t too angry. It wasn’t as if she’d tricked you into a double date or anything. There were plenty of other seemingly solo people around that you’re sure any awkwardness could easily be avoided if you managed to stick by Bob and Phoenix.

“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to help you there, Honey Bea,” A smooth male voice purrs from behind you, and you almost jump at the hand that comes to rest on the back of your chair. You turn quickly in no small amount of surprise at the person apparently so close behind you, but any further thought is cut off when your eyes land on the handsome face smirking coquettishly down at you.

You’re so surprised, you gasp daintily, moving to stand so that you can greet the familiar man properly.

“Lieutenant Seresin!” you welcome him excitedly, gratefully accepting the hand he offers to help you to your feet.

“Jake,” he corrects, and you feel foolish for laughing.

“Jake!” you repeat warmly.

“You two already know each other?” Bea sounds put out, but intrigued, and you tear your gaze away from Jake for a few moments to focus on her.

“Oh Ducky and I are good ol’ friends,” Jake tells her, and you cock your head at him with a small shake, but look back at your friend.

“We met in Paris, during the war,” you explain to her, opening your mouth to continue on that he had been a friend of your fiance’s, but you stop yourself.

“My favourite nurse,” Jake adds, and brings your hand that you realise he’s still holding to his lips. Your chest flutters, but you’re distracted from the butterflies by the odd look on his face, paired with the brief flicker of his eyes down to your hand.

“Where is the old man, then?” Jake tilts his head at you, and then quickly around at the crowded club, and you suck in a breath, realising now what he’d been confused by.

You take your left hand back from him with only a small amount of effort, and smooth down your frock primly. Suddenly his closeness was nerve wracking.

“Probably with his new wife, I haven’t exactly been keeping up,” you scold yourself for the sass and bitterness. Jake’s head whips back to face you, and for several moments he stares down at you, before a tiny crease pulls between his brows, and his lips purse.

“I never liked him, anyway,” Jake says the words, and you know it’s supposed to be a joke, but his taut expression and humourless voice say otherwise. You look down at your skirt and shrug.

“Well, it’s probably for the best,” you shake off any residual foul mood, and straighten, letting your lips curl back into a smile.

“It’s so good to see you again,” you say happily, and Jake’s face softens. He takes back your hand, and kisses it once more.

“I imagine,” he bounces an eyebrow at you, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“You’re supposed to say ‘you too’!” you grumble with no conviction, as Jake rounds your seat, only releasing your hand when he has to, to help you back into your chair, before he takes the empty space beside you. He simply shrugs, before his eyes flick past you to Rooster and Bea.

“Sorry to ruin your setup,” he doesn’t sound very sorry at all, though you doubt Bea was feeling too upset right now, with the way she was looking between you and Jake with glee in her eyes.

“Hey, wasn’t my plan. I think she’s too good for you,” Rooster chortles, catching the fist Bea attempts to sock him with, and kisses it instead.

Jake cuts his gaze down at you, and leans in so only you’ll hear him.

“How long have you been in San Diego?” he asks, and you’re forced to lean away so you can look up at him without your faces being much too near.

“Six months now. I met Bea on the boat coming home from London, she convinced me not to go back to New York after… everything.” you tell him equally as quietly, but realising what a stroke of luck it was that you had just so happened to run into one another here, when you so easily could have never seen him again.

“I’m glad.” he says, pinning you in place with an almost curious stare, but you figure he was just taking in your face for the first time in two years. Part of you wishes you hadn’t moved back, but if you’d remained in place and simply turned your head, you’re almost certain your lips might’ve been close enough to touch when you spoke.

The thought makes your face boil, and you avert your gaze, and reach for the glass of water that had been poured for you earlier.

“Oh, Duckie,” Jake hums in an almost sing-song, leaning away from you at last, and once again speaking at a normal volume. You turn to look at him with a questioning frown, but he only continues to watch you in amusement, cheshire grin pulling at his lips.

“My little sitting Duckie,” he continues, smile only continuing to grow. You shake your head at him good-naturedly, but can’t help but feel there's some truth in his teasing.

You know you should probably feel more trepidation, but the only thing that you feel pumping through your veins is the exhilarating thrill at the thought of Jake calling you ‘his’ anything.

The way he was looking at you felt positively predatory, and under his blistering stare, you really were a sitting duck.

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between the lines | chapter 02

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy;  minors dni.

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Chapter 02 — There’s only one F in Fulham

The very first Premier League game that I’ve covered was at Craven Cottage; it was a sunny day on the riverside and the home team tied with Liverpool, 2-2, on the first matchday of the season. Ever since then I’ve held an over sentimental feeling for the Fulham stadium and the press boxes where you can’t really see the field thanks to the structure poles. On colder days, the Cottage is not as charming and I’m reminded that I actually chose to work in England so I just have to deal with it.

Regardless of the weather, it was always nice to watch City play on a Sunday. Makes the rest of the week feel normal. Melissa, who accompanied me on the way in and on the way out, was having a great day planning what I should wear and what kind of makeup I should put on for my date the next day.

“You have to shave. Full brazilian!" She said, way too loudly, as we were leaving the stadium.

“It’s a first date with a stranger.” I emphasize.

“You never know, honey, better to be prepared.”

She lent me a red dress and a pair of black Louboutins, and it took hours for me to convince myself to wear them. I do look hot, the type of ‘hot’ I'm constantly trying to avoid looking given the circumstances of my job. The dress is tight on the top, with thin straps and it flows to right above my knees.

“Oh my god, I feel like I’ve been standing here for three years.” I speak to myself in the mirror. It was almost time to leave and I didn’t have a second outfit option. Alright, what did Mel say? I’m interesting? I can fix Chelsea? Yes, I can wear a red dress and go on a date. Okay. I call an Uber. It was a penthouse restaurant, and we were supposed to meet at the table. To my surprise, when I reached the elevator, the last person on earth I wanted to see at that moment, was right by my side.

“Oh. Hi.”

“Hi, Isa!”

We both look at the elevator and then back at each other, as if we were waiting for the other to make a move. Neither of us do. Instead, Rúben says:

“I didn’t see you yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah, I was interviewing the Fulham players.”

“You should be interviewing the winners.” He smirks and I smile at him. He looks at me from head to toe and I glance back to the elevator, embarrassed. 

We both decide, at the same time, to press the button. Our hands touch. Barely, but they do. I pull my hand away from him immediately, on instinct, and I hear myself gasping. My face is bright red and the situation becomes even more awkward because I realize he had the exact same reaction as I had. So I stare at him, partially waiting for him to smile again and tell me another joke, partially waiting for him to mock me and reject me. But he just stares right back. The interaction lasted for less than a minute, maybe less than a second, maybe for just a moment. The elevator door opens up and I’m just standing there wondering who the hell pressed the button.

“I think we’re supposed to go in.” Rúben says holding the door open.

We walk in together and I know for a fact that my face matches the color of my dress. I try to avoid looking at him or thinking about how hot he looks. Is he here for a date also? Well, fuck me. At least it is a pretty big space, there’s no way we’re seating close to each other. Right? We don’t say another word to each other until the door opens again, finally at the restaurant entrance hall.

“I hope you have fun on your date.” Rúben is not really looking at me when he says that.

“You too.” I reply and we finally make eye contact again. He shakes his head.

“Oh, no. I’m not on a date. It’s a business lunch.”

“Okay, have fun on your business then.” I wink at him and he smiles, agreeing.

We go search for our tables and of course, of course, we are sitting close to each other. In the horrible angle where I could, if I wanted, to spend the entire lunch just looking at him. I won’t do it, of course, but it pisses me off that I could. Sexy doctor is very sexy in real life so my anger lessens for a second.

“Hi.”

“Hi, you must be Isabella!” 

He has a beautiful voice. We shake hands and start to make small talk. About my sister-in-law and my little niece, about the weather and what it's like to live in Manchester. I have to hold back and not just straight up point at the table at the back to our left and say: ‘Hey, Rúben Dias is sitting right there. And yes, I have a crush on him. So this date is going great.’ Instead I just nod and listen to him talk about his work. Are business lunches supposed to last longer than a date lunch? Who knows, but my brain just turned that into a competition. I’m not leaving this table until he leaves. I’ll show him, for some reason, that I’m having more fun than he is. Fuck, what’s the name of sexy doctor? 

“Turns out it was a racoon the whole time!” He laughs and I accompany him, even though I completely lost the start of the story. “Can you believe it?”

"Unbelievable!" I’m still laughing with him. “A racoon!”

Our order arrives and thank God for inventing the culinary arts. The food is delicious and, at least while I’m eating, everything else seems unimportant. I decided to try once again. He seems like a nice guy and he could be funny if I paid attention to what he was saying. So I excuse myself to the bathroom and text Sienna.

Isabella: girl  whats sexy doctor called?? help

Sienna: oh my god his name is peter warren lol

As I walk back to the table I make the mistake of making eye contact with Rúben. He smiles at me, that handsome jerk, and I smile back, instinctively. When I sit down, I’m blushing again. Peter Warren, huh?

“Sienna told me it was your favorite restaurant.” Peter says.

“Yes, it is!”

“I’m loving it, honestly, the food is heavenly. How did you find out about it?”

He asks and I have to physically hold myself back from facepalming. “Oh. It was through work. I come here a lot with my colleagues.” I answer. Yes, me, my colleagues and literally everyone in Manchester that works with football comes to this restaurant. What an idiot, why did I agree to come here on a date? You know what, at least, is Rúben. It could have been my boss seeing me in this dress. I relax with the realization.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Peter!” I speak, casually making him aware that I know his name.

“We could go to my favorite restaurant next? I mean, as far as blind dating goes, I feel like this is worth a second date?”

“The racoon story definitely earned you a second date.”

Peter laughs loudly when I say that. I really wish I understood the context, though. We’re having dessert and as I look over, Rúben is still talking with God knows who, his agent, maybe? They don’t seem like the’yre leaving the table anytime soon. So I convince Peter that I always order a second dessert, that is a tradition. That buys me more time. Rúben gets up to leave when I’m in the middle of my second tiramisu slice.

As he leaves, I look at him again. Just to make sure, I guess. But he notices, and waves goodbye. Handsome and polite jerk. I can’t help waving back at him, and of course Peter notices.

“You know him?” He asks.

“Just a football player.” 

I take another bite.

Mel: so how was the date?

Isabella: terrible but we already agreed on the second one

Mel: did you kiss :(

Isabella: no but he shook my hand? is that something?

Mel: :(

#between the lines #rúben dias #ruben dias #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fanfic #football fic #football fanfic

[moral-terpitude]

Imagination, life is your creation

Summary: Quinn and Ruby get ready to see the Barbie Movie.

Warnings: nothing crazy, some suggestive language but nothing I’m putting a warning on for.

A/N: I figured after the last part we could use something a little more lighthearted! This is on a bit from then since in my timeline of makebelieve, part 10 is somewhere around August 2022, for anyone keeping track. And yes, their outfits are all based off of three different Barbie and Ken dolls.

Word Count: 1,070

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“Quinn?” Tommy called out, carefully removing his jacket, apprehensive of the sheer amount of glitter that greeted him in the kitchen.

Glitter and an overwhelming smell of strawberry cake.

He toed off his shoes, giggling in the distance catching his attention.

“Quinn?”

“Okay,” he could hear her voice from the other side of the door, “we just have to put on the finishing touches and then we’re ready!”

Tommy knocked twice on the door to the room Ruby had claimed, cracking it open to see Quinn putting hair pins through his daughters hair and into a pink beret before turning Ruby to look in the mirror.

“Voilà!”

Quinn beamed, and Tommy realized in the amount of time he had known her, he had never actually saw her wear any clothes that were purple.

But, he had discovered the source of the glitter, a purple knee length dress with sheer purple shoulders. With it she had on a pair of chunky pastel purple sneakers.

Tommy cleared his throat, leaned against the door frame as both sets of eyes darted to meet his.

Ruby spun around, pink dress with its yellow sleeves twirling, and her little purse (was that a rubber duck?) bobbled at her hip as she wrapped her arms around Tommy’s waist for a hug.

“Daddy! I’m Jenny! We’re going to go see the Barbie movie!”

Quinn nodded animatedly and the pony tail placed carefully on top of her head bobbed back and forth as she did.

Everything was purple down to her eyeshadow and nails, and Tommy wondered when she had had time to gather everything for their outfits.

“I’ll be right back.” Ruby dashed off, the squeak of her shoes down the hallway echoed and faded as she departed.

“Well,” Quinn smiled as Tommy placed a hand on either side of her face, “I knew you were a doll but this just proves it, eh?”

She tried not to laugh as he gave her a quick peck on the lips, parting prematurely in an effort to not ruin the pink lipstick.

“You can go with us, if you want.” Quinn shrugged as they wandered into the hall, more flakes of glitter shed from her dress fell to the floor as she walked.

“Daddy’s going with us?” Ruby called from what sounded like the kitchen, excited face waiting for a response as they found her with a partially eaten pink cupcake in hand.

“No, sweetheart, I don’t want to spoil the fun, eh?” Tommy explained.

“But, but, we picked you an outfit, too!”

Quinn tried to stifle the giggles that threatened to escape as she tried to fathom what Tommy’s reaction to the floral shirt and orange pants would be.

“An outfit for me?” Tommy turned to her, eyebrows raised incredulously as he crammed his hands in his pockets.

“Yep.” Quinn popped the ‘p’ as she helped herself to one of the cupcakes.

“Please, daddy, we want you to go!”

Tommy sighed, running a hand along his face, before he turned toward the bedroom, his assumption serving him correct once he spotted the clothes sat out for him atop the dresser.

“Just wait here, one sec.” Quinn patted Ruby’s hand as she followed Tommy, sneaking her arms around his waist as he cleared the door.

“Yeah, please,” she whispered, an attempt to keep her voice as low as possible, “daddy, we want you to go.”

Quinn snorted as he choked on his own saliva mid swallow, a jag of coughing coming out before the choked out words, “Fuck, don’t do that right now, I’ll go, yeah?”

Quinn let him be while he changed into the clothes, and occupied the stool next to Ruby at the breakfast bar.

Tommy sighed, slipping on the white sneakers as they both watched him precariously. A blue Hawaiian shirt and orange chino pants was what one of them had selected for him.

He could only take a well educated guess which one of them it was.

“What?” He asked as he finished lacing the other shoe and stood, pushing the chair in without another word.

Without a doubt the one that knows how to order things on an Amazon Prime account.

“Maybe orange isn’t your color,” Quinn quipped, Ruby giggling at her side.

“Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“Oh, let’s take a picture first.” Quinn smiled leaning her phone against the coffee cup on the kitchen island.

“Quinn.”

“C’mon! It’ll be fine.” She drawled.

“It stays on your phone, eh?” Tommy raised both eyebrows in what Quinn assumed was supposed to be an authoritative manner.

“We can’t send it to Uncle John?” Ruby asked, looking up with wide, innocent, eyes.

Quinn laughed, adjusting the timer on her camera in hopes of being able to make it into the shot. She figured she wouldn’t get more than one or two chances to get it right.

“No, we’re especially not sending it to Uncle John,” Tommy declared as he hoisted her on to his hip, Quinn slipping in next to him before the flash went off.

She seemed satisfied after one or two tries, triple checking to make sure everyone’s eyes were open.

“Ruby, do you have to go to the bathroom before we leave?”

Her eyes widened as she tore off through the door to Tommy’s room, picking the closest bathroom instead of the one her and Charlie shared.

“Isn’t there a song?” Tommy’s eyes narrowed, brow furrowing as he wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

“A Barbie song?” Quinn asked, smile playing at the corner of her lips at the fact that he would have any clue about the song her sisters played on repeat for most of their childhood.

Tommy hummed, “Something about ‘Kiss me here,’” Quinn laughed as his lips pressed against against the sensitive skin of her neck, hands moving their way further along her backside, grabbing her ass before he continued, “‘Touch me there—‘“

“‘You can touch, you can play,” she interrupted him as she snaked her arms around his neck, nails skritching through the shaved short hair at the back, “‘If you say I’m always yours.”

Quinn rested her forehead against his, a laugh restrained when Ruby announced her presence once again by expressing her distaste at Tommy kissing Quinn quickly before they parted with a loud “Eew!”

“Can we go?” Ruby pleaded, and Quinn couldn’t help but smile at her persistence, something she definitley inherited from her father.

I don’t usually write much out of order, but I have enjoyed the flash backs and forwards that I’ve done, so I figured I might as well add another one to the list! (Maybe the one I started for Valentine’s will be done by next Valentine’s Day.)

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[notyetneedcoffee]

Rub

Kinktober - Foot Fetish NSFW - Adults Only

Author's Note: I had a request from a reader for a follow up to my story PDA 3 to pick up with Steve and Nat where the story drops off. It just seemed perfect for this particular kink.

Natasha stretched out on the sofa, her bare feet in Steve’s lap. His big hands worked on the sore spots from spending hours standing around in high heels. It felt good and she stretched out like a cat.

“I think we’ll head off to bed, too.” Stark stood up. “As good as the foot rubs look, I’m more partial to my jetted tub.” Pepper took his hand and arched an eyebrow at him. “Fine.” He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’ll rub your feet while we’re in the tub.”

Steve chuckled. “Good night.”

After all sounds fell away, Nat sighed. “You know, my lotion is on the table next you. It would make this even better.”

Steve grinned, not really minding that she assumed the ministrations would continue. “Yes, ma’am.”

He gathered a fair amount of the clean smelling lotion in his hands, warming it before rubbing it into the arch of her foot. She let out a low moan and sighed. The sound went straight to his cock. Swallowing back the surprise at his reaction, Steve focused on his task.

Her feet looked so small in his hands. He rubbed the slick lotion over every soft curve. Steve tried to focus on her perfectly painted red toes nails instead of the little mewls and sighs she made as his fingers dug into delicate spots.

Laying back on the sofa, Natasha relished in the feeling of Steve’s hands sliding over her feet, digging in and relieving every little ache. She also realized just how good it felt to have his hand on her flesh. As she shifted, her foot grazed against the growing evidence of his enjoyment. Nat fought back a smile, there would be no hiding it in those sweats.

She scooted down a bit more, bringing her butt closer to his hip. The movement pushed her dress up dangerously high. It also allowed her to move her feet more precisely. The foot resting in his lap rubbed along the length of him.

Steve gave a quiet groan. His eyes traveled up Nat’s strong legs to her mischievous grin. “Natasha.”

“More lotion.” She grinned. Her toes found their way under his t-shirt and she felt his stomach clench.

“Should we be doing –“

“Shush.” Nat rubbed the length of him through his sweats again.

Steve’s eyes dropped closed, but he stopped rubbing her foot.

She said his name and his eyes snapped to hers. “Keep rubbing. More lotion.”

Steve squirted more lotion onto her foot and continued his massage. When the toes of her other foot found their way under the edge of his sweats his hips jerked. Still, his focus remained on the small foot in his hands.

Natasha’s other foot rubbed against the rock-hard length of him.

When Steve finally pushed down his sweats enough to free his cock, Natasha moved so the arch of each foot encircled him. She marveled at the look on his face, lost in passion. Heat welled in her core as she stroked him.

Steve poured more of the lotion over her feet, slicking them up, and pressing them against his cock as he rocked his length against them. His head fell back and he panted at the feeling, fight back the urge to moan aloud.

Looking over, Nat had her dress hiked up with her fingers buried between her legs. Steve held the toes of both her feet in one hand to keep them tight around his cock. The other slid up her leg, a finger slipping into her wetness beside her own. She moaned softly.

“Tell me something.” Nat breathed. “Do you, ah, recover from this as quickly as you heal?”

Steve wet his lower lip with his tongue and gave a nod.

“Good.” She fought to concentrate as his fingers curled into sensitive spots and her own fingers dances against her clit. “Because I want to see you come, just like this, then we can head to my room for some more fun.”

“Fuck,” He sighed and pushed himself harder into the curve of her feet.

“That’s it.” Nat plead. “Like that.”

Steve used both of his hands to mold her feet against him. He fucked into her arches, aware of her stare, excited by it. Amazed at the newest of the sensation. She began to speak, quietly urging him on. Soon he was panting and squeezing tight. His eyes fell on her glistening core, lips spread wide as she stroked and touched herself. He wanted more.

With a sudden tug on one of her legs, Steve pulled her onto his lap and impaled her on his cock, pulling her all the way down in powerful motion. She bit back the moan and took ahold of his broad shoulders.

Steve braced his feet and slammed his hip up into her fast, and hard, and desperate. She held on, relishing in the violence of it. The intensity welcome after years of want. His mouth attached to her breast over the silk, his teeth pulling at the hard nipple.

She came with a gasp, body trembling in his hands. Her cunt clenched and convulsed. Steve followed her over the edge.

Panting, clothes mussed and slick with sex, they grinned at one another before kissing for the first time.    

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[awhitehead17]

It’s not what it looks like!

TimKon, Compromising Positions, Embarrassed Everyone, Injuries, Massages, Humour, Established Relationship, Tim and Kon being good boyfriends.

Summary: As far as first impressions go, Tim and Kon certainly make themselves memorable as not once but twice they’re caught in compromising positions by their dads. Everyone involved is left feeling embarrassed and awkward however at least no one’s completely naked.

Enjoy! :D

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”

“Tim…”

“Conner.”

Gritting his teeth Kon stops talking and accepts Tim’s reassurance. If his boyfriend is confident then who is he to question him. Although…

“Are you sure your dad won’t come home? This isn’t exactly the ideal situation for him to walk in on right now.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Tim leans back and looks up at Kon from where he’s kneeling on the bathroom floor between Kon’s legs. If it had been any other situation Kon would be salivating at the sight before him, because honestly what’s better than having his attractive boyfriend between his legs, however the deep pulsing and throbbing sensation coming from his thigh makes it hard to think about those sort of things.

Tim reaches out and grips Kon’s twitching thigh and holds it steady as he continues to stare at him, seeming peeved about Kon’s paranoia. “He’s not due home for another couple hours, that’s why we’re here instead of elsewhere. Now stay still and let me treat this.”

Kon hisses when Tim prods the throbbing wound in his thigh. He leans back against the bathtub for support and grips onto the slippery thermoformed acrylic as best as he could. He knows this isn’t going to be pleasant and automatically tenses up when Tim draws near with a needle.

“Kon you need to relax,” Tim tells him softly but firmly.

With his jaw still clenched, he glares down at Tim. “I’m trying. It’s not exactly easy.”

Tim rolls his eyes but momentarily holds off stabbing his skin with a needle, instead he takes to stroking the uninjured muscles of his thigh in attempts to help him relax.

It takes a while but it starts to work and Kon could slowly feel the tension seeping out of his body as he leans more on the bathtub for support. He would love nothing more but to melt into the soothing actions however the deep pulsing of the bleeding wound stops him from relaxing all the way.

Without thinking about it, Kon grumbles in annoyance. “I can think of many better things for you to be doing between my legs right now.”

Tim’s massaging action stops as his boyfriend looks up at him with an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Oh really? Unfortunately for us someone thought it would be a good idea to listen to a certain ginger when he suggested an insane idea of a dare and ended up hurt instead.”

Okay Tim may have a point there. It is kind of his fault that they’re now in this situation, well actually it’s Bart’s fault they’ve ended up here, their best friend knows damn well that Kon never backs down from a dare no matter how insane or stupid it may be.

They’re lucky Tim knows first aid and has an entire suture kit at home which he can use. As a result of Bart’s dare Kon ended up with a deep wound on his inner thigh which needs to be treated, Tim deemed it large enough to need some stitches and after refusing to go to the hospital his boyfriend offered up his assistance. They ended up coming back to Tim’s house in order to treat it while no one (according to Tim) is home. And that’s how Kon’s ended up partially dressed wearing his t-shirt and boxers with Tim kneeling between his legs so he could see the wound clearly.

While Kon had been lost in his thoughts Tim had gone ahead and started with the stitches. A sharp sting brings him back to the present and it takes all of Kon’s willpower to stop himself from hitting Tim out of pure instinct. Instead he grits his teeth and clenches his fists tightly.

However long Tim stays between his legs stitching his skin up, they seem to both get lost in the moment as odd as it may be. Tim gets into a rhythm that allows his to swiftly stitch up Kon’s wound to his best ability while Kon breathes deeply and tries anything to keep his mind distracted from the sharp throbbing sensation happening in his thigh. The two of them being distracted as they are is probably the main reason why neither of them had heard someone coming home, the reason why they didn’t realise they were no longer alone until the bathroom door is slamming open to reveal a rather concerned Bruce Wayne in the doorway.

The room falls silent as the three of them all freeze. All Kon could do is stare at the man he’s only ever heard about, Tim is frozen in place between his legs with his eyes wide and body stiff with tension and Bruce stands there observing the two of them with what started out as concern before it changes into something of bewilderment then embarrassment.

After several moments of awkward silence the man opens his mouth to talk but it seems like Tim’s also managed to get himself together because he speaks up first.

“I swear this isn’t what it looks like.” Tim mutters still not looking up at his dad.

Bruce, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, clears his throat. “I don’t – I mean you’re…” the man trails off and Kon is left feeling completely baffled because as far as he knew this man never stuttered or looked as unconfident as he does now. Then again it’s probably not every day he walks in on his son and his boyfriend in what looks like a compromising position.

Bruce clears his throat again and straightens up, now seeming much more composed. “There’s blood splattered along the hallway. Is everything alright?” He's now looking apprehensive but the concern for his son can clearly be seen.

Tim finally glances up at his dad, his eyes peeking over the top of Kon’s thigh. “Uh, yeah? Well no. Kon’s injured and I’m stitching him up. That’s what we’re doing, all we’re doing, and absolutely nothing else!”

If Kon wasn’t feeling so awkward and embarrassed he would have both laughed and cooed at the raging blush on Tim’s normally pale cheeks.

Bruce seems to get over his discomfort of the situation at the sound of an injury and steps forward with an almost analytical expression on his face. “What happened and how bad is it? Why haven’t you gone to the hospital?”

The questions are fired at both Tim and Kon and Kon has no idea on how to react. He glances down at Tim, silently pleading his boyfriend to take the lead.

Tim rolls his eyes and turns back to Kon’s wound. “He’s fine Bruce. After refusing to go to the hospital I said I can treat him. I’m done now anyway, just have to bandage it.” He aimed the last part at Kon who could only nod in response.

As Tim reaches for the first aid kit Bruce steps towards them again before stopping. He looks at Kon and gestures to his leg, “I have first aid training myself, may I take a look?”

Not sure if he's able to speak Kon nods stiffly. Tim moves out from between his legs and Kon shifts so the man could see his wound clearly which Tim has now neatly stitched up.

Wordlessly Bruce reaches for the gauze Tim’s got in hand and his boyfriend hands it over. Kon holds his breath and curses at himself when he flinches as the man begins to wrap his thigh with the bandage after he had examined Tim’s work. It hurts but somehow Kon’s got enough self-control to keep himself from verbally sharing his pain.

As if sensing his discomfort Bruce starts talking calmly like there’s nothing wrong or awkward with the current situation they’re in where Kon is half naked in front of his boyfriend’s dad while the man treats his injury as his boyfriend stands to the side wearing a complicated mix of expressions on his face.

“Tim's done a good job of the stitches.” Bruce says conversationally as he starts tying off the bandage. “However, if you still refuse to go to the hospital later on, I would like Alfred to have a look at it after dinner. He has a medical background and is the best out of us to really see how the injury is looking.”

The man finishes off the bandaging and instantly moves away from Kon. He moves about the small bathroom washing his hands before heading for the door. He pauses before leave to throw Tim a look Kon couldn’t decipher. “Dinner will be ready within the hour if you’re both staying.” With that the man exits the bathroom leaving Kon and Tim alone once more.

As soon as he’s gone Kon turns to Tim levelling his boyfriend with a fierce glare. “What the fuck Tim!”

Tim’s instantly defensive and scowls back at Kon. “It’s not my fault!”

“You said no one was going to be home for hours. That is not how I wanted to meet your dad for the first time Tim! What an impression this has been.”

“How was I supposed to know he was going to come home early?”

“I don’t know!” Kon huffs, he slumps against the bathtub feeling the fight drain out of him. He grimaces in pain when a sharp shooting pain travels through his leg.

Seeing this the fight also drains out of Tim. His boyfriend starts moving about the bathroom, cleaning up the medical supplies he used before handing Kon his clothes so he could get changed. After a couple minutes Tim looks over at Kon with a small smile, “y’know it would have been worse? You could have been naked.”

Kon pauses from where he’s weaving his leg through some loose basketball shorts to send Tim a disbelieving look. “Thank god for small miracles then huh?” He deadpans before finishing getting changed.

Once he's ready Tim is immediately at his side, offering him something to lean on as he stands and then together they make their way to Tim’s bedroom. They had used the common bathroom because it’s bigger than Tim’s small ensuite. In hindsight maybe they should have used Tim’s bathroom but it is what it is, Tim did say they would be alone but he's also telling the truth that he couldn’t have known Bruce was going to come home early.  

“So I’m staying for dinner?” Kon questions as they enter Tim’s room. “I’ve already met your dad, may as well get the rest of the family over with today huh?” He lets out a breathless chuckle as Tim helps him sit down on the edge of the bed.

Tim looks thoughtful for a moment before he shrugs. “It’s up to you. You can stay if you want but we can go if you’re uncomfortable. For now it may be best to stay and then Alfred can have a look at the wound before I drop you home tonight.”

Finding that he doesn’t have any energy left, Kon flops backwards onto Tim's mattress and throws an arm over his eyes. He hums. “Yeah that sounds good. It’s already been a helluva day so why not.”

He feels the mattress dip beside him as Tim climbs on and he feels his boyfriend press against his side. Automatically Kon wraps his arm around Tim and draws him in close, while keeping his eyes closed he presses a kiss to Tim’s temple and lets himself relax as best as he could into the mattress knowing this is going to be the only rest he's going to get for the rest of the day until he goes home.

Meeting Clark

From across the room Kon stares at his boyfriend with narrowed eyes, not believing a single bit of spiel coming from his mouth. Crossing his arms over his chest he stares at him determinedly. “Tim are you being serious right now? I know for a fact you’re in pain, and a lot of it, why won’t you let me help?”

His boyfriend sends Kon a scowl, clearly not happy with being called out on his bullshit and rolls his eyes as he settles on the edge of the bed. “I’m fine.” Tim grits out as he shuffles backwards to lean up against the headboard. “I don’t need anything.”

Now being the one to roll his eyes, Kon moves forward until he’s stood beside Tim looking down at him with a mixture of annoyance and concern. Since knowing each other for literal years, plus a few more with them actually dating, Kon knows Tim pretty well by now and can read Tim like an open book in all capital letters, he knows his boyfriend is in pain no matter how well he’s able to hide it.

Bending down Kon braces himself against the mattress with his hands and leans in close to Tim trying to catch his gaze. “You know I can help you, at least for an hour or two so let me do so. You can barely move without wincing or when you do move you walk around like an 80 year old man.”

Tim lets out a snort and meets his eyes. “You just want to get your hands on me.”

The comments makes Kon pause because, well, he’s not entirely wrong but it’s all about the context. Kon wants to help him rather than do anything more carnal.

Shaking his head Kon says, “believe me when I say not this time. I do want to help that’s all, nothing more and nothing less.”

After a few beats Tim throws his head back with a groan. “Ugh fine. Okay, we’ll do it.”

Feeling victorious Kon throws his arms up in a dramatic fashion. “Finally!” He grins at Tim, “now lie down and take off your clothes.”

Tim grumbles but does as he’s told and while he's getting in position Kon wanders over to his draws and digs around for the creams and lotions he keeps there just for this purpose. When he’s gathered the items he needs he goes back to the bed where Tim now lays sprawled out on his front with nothing but his boxers on.

Kon takes a moment to appreciate the view. No matter what he loves being able to see his boyfriend’s body all laid out before him with all that skin on display, however he’s a little distracted by the large splotches of bruising scattered across Tim's back, legs and arms. Some are worse than others, those ones already developed into deep colouring of blues and purples while some are beginning to heal by the colours of browns and yellows. Kon will just have to be extra cautious of the different areas.

He’s broken out of his staring when Tim turns his head and eyes him impatiently. “Well, you’re the one who insisted on this, are you going to get on with it or are you gonna stand there all day?”

Huffing Kon moves forward and gets everything ready so he could get started. As he warms up his hands he sends Tim a look, “y’know not many people would refuse and complain so much about their boyfriend getting their hands on them.”

“Well some boyfriends aren’t such pushy bastards.” Tim retorts as he places his head down on the pillows.

Kon doesn’t give Tim the satisfaction of replying to that comment. Instead, in retaliation, he simply brings his hands down hard onto Tim’s shoulders without warning and digs his thumb deeply into the muscle across his back. It’s only after when Tim hisses and curses at him in response that Kon eases up and begins to properly massage his boyfriend.

The two of them fall silent as Kon works. It’s comfortable and they both know not to expect anything to come out of this other than what it simply was. That lack of expectation makes it easier between them. This isn’t the first time Kon’s done this, by now Kon’s done it more times than he can count and even though it took several attempts for him to get it right it’s been worth it knowing he can help Tim out in this way (no one needs to know how many hours he’s spent researching techniques and seeking out advice to get it right).

Kon works on Tim’s shoulders and back before working on his arms and then his legs. He massages and soothes out the tense muscles across Tim’s body, being extra careful in the tender areas and focusing more on the spots where Tim is the tensest.

Once he’s finished with Tim’s back he gets his boyfriend to turn over so he could work on his front. Tim’s got his eyes closed as he settles into a comfortable position, there’s a ghost of a small smile on his lips and Kon smiles himself, pleased he’s able to help get his boyfriend into a relaxed state.

This time Kon works from bottom up starting with his feet and legs. He couldn’t help but laugh lightly when Tim jerks as Kon’s fingers brush against the arch of his foot. Kon gently works Tim’s calf muscles before moving further up to his thighs, as he does he changes his position choosing to settle between Tim’s legs in order to be able to access both the inside and outside of Tim’s thigh without any struggle.

Kon soon moves on from Tim’s thighs and up to his waist, as he spreads his fingers wide across Tim’s hips he glances up and notices for the first time that Tim has his cracked open slightly and is lazily watching Kon work with a dopey smile on his face. Unable to help himself Kon smiles back and shifts his position once again so he’s bracing his knees into the mattress in order to hover himself over Tim’s body until they’re face to face. Planting both forearms onto the pillow either side of Tim’s head, Kon leans down and covers Tim’s lips with his own.

Tim instantly accepts the kiss and does very little to reciprocate the gesture, therefore letting Kon do all the work, however when Kon pulls back it’s Tim who follows him, his lips seeking out Kon’s despite the indifference Tim had been trying to show. Kon snickers but ducks down to meet Tim’s lips again anyway, always incapable to denying Tim what he wants.

Kon settles more of his bodyweight on Tim, but is careful not to crush him, as they continue to make out. Their kissing never going any further than a firm press of lips and the occasional nip which elicits a low groan from the recipient. As they kiss Kon feels Tim’s arms come up and around him, moments later his hands are stroking across his back in a sensual caress.

It’s easy to lose track of time. Kon has no idea how long they had been making out for but he knows he didn’t ever want to stop, being with Tim like this is one of the best things ever and he doesn’t want it to end. Unfortunately the universe seems to have different plans because the moment between them is violently broken when the door to Kon’s bedroom slams open to reveal his father.

Kon pulls away from Tim and snaps his gaze over to the door and instantly freezes when he sees his dad there looking back at him in what Kon thinks is in embarrassment and shock. After that the two of them seem to be caught in a trap, neither of them being able to move from what is a very awkward moment between father and son. Surprisingly it’s Tim who appears to be the most composed despite his lack of dress and current position underneath Kon. Leaning to the side so he could see Kon’s dad Tim smiles politely.

“Hi Mister Kent, while this is not the way I expected our first meeting to go, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

How Tim sounds so put together Kon has no idea. It’s only then he realises he’s frozen on top of Tim, he hastily climbs off his boyfriend and settles down on the mattress next to him but not before grabbing a t-shirt for Tim to slip on over his body.

Feeling his whole face heating up, Kon turns to his dad and runs a hand through his hair, unsure on what to say. “Uh, it isn’t what it looks like?” Admittedly it isn’t the best thing to say, especially when he sounds so unsure but Kon’s brain is currently struggling to think clearly.

His dad instantly raises a hand. “No Kon, you have a boyfriend and what you do together is none of my business, I apologize for just barging in but you didn’t answer any of my calls so I got worried.”

If he could go crawl in a hole and die Kon would gladly do so. This is beyond embarrassing. That’s saying a lot considering how he met Tim’s dad a couple months prior.

“Right…” Kon trails off still unsure on how to deal with the situation, “sorry, I was… distracted.”

“I gathered,” Clark points out rather bluntly.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Kon quickly exclaims, feeling the irrational need to explain what was going on. “Tim was feeling sore from his martial arts competition yesterday so I offered him a massage. There’s nothing more to it!”

Opposite him Clark doesn’t look convinced, Kon winces and figures that the position he found them in says anything but innocent. Next to him Tim lets out a snort which he quickly covers up with a cough, Kon turns to the side and glares at him, silently telling him he isn’t helping matters.

“Okay, well, since you’re fine, I’ll pass the message on that we’re getting takeout for dinner tonight so let me know what you want.” Clark’s gaze drifts over to Tim, who doesn’t seem at all affected by the unexpected interruption. “Tim you’re welcome to join us if you have no plans tonight.”

With that Clark promptly leaves his bedroom and shuts the door behind him with an audible click. It takes a moment for Kon’s mind to register that he’s gone but once it does he slaps his hands over his face and falls backwards dramatically onto his bed with a groan.

“Oh my god!”

Tim snickers and Kon lifts on hand in order to glare at him.

“C’mon Kon, it wasn’t that bad. It could have been much worse.” Kon feels Tim run a soothing hand over his arm. His boyfriend then grasps his wrists and tugs his hands away from his face and Kon reluctantly looks at him with a pout.

Tim presses a kiss to each of Kon’s knuckles and Kon finds himself unable to be miserable anymore. He sends Tim a small smile. Sitting back up he says, “Despite not finishing hopefully you’re feeling better than before.”

Tim shrugs and adjusts the t-shirt he's wearing, which happens to be one of Kon’s and is way too big on him but Kon isn’t going to say anything about it, and gets off the bed in the hunt for his jeans he had earlier discarded. “I feel looser but will most likely feel the benefits of it later on.”

Kon nods and also gets up off the bed, as Tim changes he goes about putting everything away and cleaning up. “That’s good. If anything starts to hurt then let me know.”

Instead of verbally replying, Tim's response is wrapping his arms around Kon’s waist from behind and hug him closely. Kon covers Tim's hands with his own and leans back against his boyfriend comfortably. After a moment he turns his head and seeks out a kiss from Tim, nothing more than a peck of their lips.

“We should go downstairs to avoid further embarrassment. I don’t want my dad walking in on us again.”

Tim laughs and lets go of Kon. “Sure, sure. At least this makes us even, I’m pretty sure you meeting Bruce was just as bad as your dad walking in on us like that.”

Kon draws back and sends Tim a look. “Uh excuse me, meeting Bruce like that was probably worse! He bandaged up my thigh! At least Clark just walked away.”

Tim shrugs seeming unbothered. “Hm, maybe. He’s a father of six and seeing his son’s boyfriend injured triggered some parental instinct in him and he wanted to help, not the worst thing in the world. But enough of that, what’s done is done so shall we go before your dad gets suspicious?”

Kon lets out another groan but takes Tim's hands in his and leads the way to his bedroom door. “Let’s get this over and done with. No time like the present.”

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[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 12: Trust

Thankfully,  there are very few girls in the hall since they’re all busy getting ready for cotillion. The only one I allow to see me is Lonnie, who is looking very pleased with herself.

“Jay made me the fencing team captain!” Lonnie squeals.

My heartbreak from Carlos fades a tad and I offer my congratulations. “That’s wonderful, Lonnie! I wish you the best of luck.”

She smirks. “Thanks. I get to mess with Chad! Are you coming to cotillion?”

“Yes, for a small time. I’m going to keep my cloak on so people won’t see me. I’m not here for socializing, only to bring support for Mal and Ben.”

“Sounds like a plan! See you tonight!”

Before I go to get ready, I decide to pass by Carlos’ room to see how things went with Jane-

“Audrey! Audrey!”

Only to find Chad sprawled on the floor clutching his phone. After I pull on my cloak, I feel Carlos come up behind me and see him give me a blank stare. I just tilt my head and point to Chad.

“Again? This is my room, Chad!”

“Shh! Audrey? Yeah. That’s great!” He turns to us. “Audrey got a flat tire in Sherwood Forest and wants me to go fix it!” He unwillingly gives Carlos his printed crown before zooming off down the hallway.

I give an unsatisfied grunt. “Visit the Dark Woods, while you’re at it.”

“What’s that?” Carlos whispers.

“Cursed evil part of the forest. He won’t be back for a week,” I whisper back. When we’re alone, I slip off my cloak and dare to ask. “How’d things go with Jane?”

Carlos’ eyes light up. “Fantastic! She said yes! Jane said she’d love to be my girlfriend! And hang out after the dance and-” He stops, probably sensing this is not the best subject to be speaking of in great detail. “I’m sorry. This is probably awkward, isn’t it?”

He’s right. Every time he talks so highly of Jane and how excited he is to have her as- his girlfriend, I feel my heart being squeezed with every sentence. I should support my friend and not be so jealous, but why is this so hard?! 

I shake my head, trying to convince both Carlos and myself. “No, no… It’s alright. I’m happy that you’ve found a nice girl like Jane. She’s very kind, and I’m sure you’ll both have a good time tonight. I’ve gotta go find Evie now, but I’ll see you later.”

I flip my cloak back on and stride out the door, before Carlos can respond and my heart snaps in two. Conceal it… I’m here for Mal and Ben. I cannot show any fragile emotion.

When I get to Evie’s room I find both her and Doug, who greets me with a high-five.

“Ready for your big surprise dress? Evie’s been ranting about it all week.”

I smile and shake my head. “You guys, I don’t need a dress.”

But Evie just waves me off and rushes over to her closet. “Nonsense! I expect everyone to look their best! Now close your eyes!”

I comply, and when I hear her say to open my eyes I still argue. “I still don’t see why- Oh my, oh Evie…”

She holds up an elegant Victorian-style dress sewn with a beautiful violet fabric with black patterns. One might say it’s a gown worthy of royalty and not meant for a witch.

“And I added a hood for you to wear, since you’re so keen on keeping a low profile. Though by wearing this I don’t think it’ll help keep eyes off you.”

I reach out to touch the gorgeous fabric. “Evie, it’s magnificent. You’re so talented… But this seems like it should be for someone a more high-ranking royal of the court. Not an outcast witch.”

“No, Magica.” Doug walks up and puts a hand on my shoulder. “You need to wear this, so you can show everyone just how wrong they are about you. That you’re not an evil witch.”

“I want you to walk into that party with your head held high and no regrets,” Evie says proudly. 

I start to feel excited, even overjoyed! But then…

I sigh. “Yes, I can show them. But Carlos will still be there, a reminder of my pain.”

Evie looks confused. “What do you mean? Did he hurt you?”

In a way, yes.

“He is my true love, and he has given his heart to someone else. I know partially it’s my fault for being so isolated, but I do still love him. And- And-” I start to tear up, but push through it. “And even if I can never find a happy ending, he deserves every amount of happiness. And if Jane can give that to him and I can’t, then fate has spoken.”

My words send Evie into a spiraling rambling about how ‘I should have told him’ and ‘this isn’t right,’ and it just makes it worse. I no longer wish to burden Evie with my problems, so I quickly thank her again for the dress and go to change in her bathroom. At first I think it’s too much, but after doing a twirl the dress makes me feel powerful. Not too flamboyant, yet still something to be proud of.

When I step back out, Evie’s jaw drops. “Magica, you look stunning! People are going to love you!”

I huff. “Not before they form a mob. I’m only here for Mal and Ben, and then I will go back to the Enchanted Forest. If I do not have the courage to tell Carlos, please let him know that deep down a part of me truly is happy for him, and that I will not bother him.”

He doesn’t deserve to keep having me fawning over him.

“But Magica, if you still love him maybe he-”

“No. He’s already moved on. And if you ever mention this, I will spell your mouth shut,” I warn. I hate to do this, but I’ve had enough of having my emotions manipulated and gossiped.

After leaving Evie’s room, I decide to chat with Ben before heading off to the cotillion. When I get to his room I see he’s wearing a spiffy blue tux, almost like every other guy I’ve seen so far.

“Why do the girls get to wear different dresses, but all the guys have to look the same?”

He sees me come in and shrugs. “It’s always been like that. So… You’re still coming? I see Evie’s been busy.”

I smile and give him a twirl to show off the elegant dress. “Yes, I am most grateful. I just wish I could be present at this event under different circumstances.”

Ben nods. “Trust me, Sparks. I’ll do what I can to clear your name. If that’s what you want?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes, please! I wanted to be isolated, but… never this much. I’m so tired of having to hide.” Now I change the subject. “You’re still going to work on bringing over more VKs, right?”

“Yeah. After what Uma showed me, I now see that the Isle’s much worse than I thought. If only she weren’t so evil, she wouldn’t feel she needed to steal the wand in order to escape. I tried to talk her out of it,” Ben tries to explain as he fixes his tie. “I said she could come with us if she let me go.”

His words send specks of betrayal leaking into my brain. “Ben… Do you know how shallow and insensitive that sounds? You’re using the chance of leaving Isle as a bargaining chip! It’s as if- as if… you’re just like Uma.”

My words have the equivalent of venom and leave Ben shocked.

“Magica, how- Why would you even think that?”

“Because you’re manipulating her, Ben! Just like everyone who hates me and the other VKs, every student or politician of the court, you’re manipulating people with promises you might not be able to keep. And for what? To prove that you’re a good king?”

“I will keep my promise!” Ben argues. “Why don’t you trust me?”

I sigh and bring a hand to my head, starting to feel overwhelmed. “I do trust you, Ben. But if you keep trying to appeal to people through bribes of gratification then that is something I do not agree with. Trust is done through actions, not promises. And I intend to keep mine.” I turn and start for the door. “I will be at cotillion tonight for you and Mal, no one else. Afterwards I will return to the Enchanted Forest, and you will be hearing from me about sending over more VKs. Do not let me down, Brother Ben.”

When I shut the door I lean against it and hold back the urge to scream. First Carlos, now this? My instincts to trust keep being tested, and I’m starting to question trusting anyone at all. It feels like my emotions have been dilated, each one tipping the scale and threatening to spill over. Anger, jealousy, selfishness, hostility… Each poisoning my true intentions of being good.

“Goodness gracious, is that Magica?” A voice calls from behind and all of a sudden I’m pulled into a tight hug. “It’s good to see you again, sugar!”

“Hi, Tiffany- can- can I breathe?” I gasp.

“Oh, right!” She lets me go and giggles. “I see you’re all gussied up for the dance tonight!”

“Yeah, I just hope for a halfway-decent welcome. I love your dress.”

It’s a mint green, one that (of course) was also designed by Evie. 

“Thank you, sugar! Oh- do you think you could do me a small favor and help me carry the lemon tarts to the ship? Mal had me do the catering.”

“Of course, Tiffany.” I allow a kind smile and start to follow her to the kitchen. At least one person in Auradon still holds friendship towards me.

#carlos de vil x reader #descendants carlos #descendants #carlos descendants #carlos de vil #mal descendants #evie descendants #jay descendants #ben descendants #audrey descendants #lonnie descendants #doug descendants #jane descendants #uma descendants #harry hook descendants #gil descendants #disney descendants #binx hocus pocus #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #mary sanderson #winifred sanderson

[lys-9-10]

WIP Wednesday

Context: Éponine asks R to look after Gavroche while she goes to a job interview. Featuring Ep & R as best friends and Gavroche as a little imp who likes to take digs at R but actually idolizes him

The door opened to reveal Gavroche’s impudent, toothy grin. 

“Sup R,” he said, darting out a small fist and punching Grantaire lightly in the stomach. Grantaire responded by pulling him into a headlock and rubbing his knuckles in the boy’s hair. 

As Grantaire entered the apartment, Eponine’s voice called out from the washroom.

“Is that Taire, Gav?”

“Sure is!” Gavroche hollered back without turning his head. “Here in the flesh, unsightly as ever.” 

Grantaire snorted. “One of these days you oughta learn to respect your elders. You’ll get farther in life if you do.”

Gavroche shrugged. “Who says I wanna get far in life? I could just follow in your footsteps instead.”

Grantaire flicked Gavroche in the forehead.

A moment later, Eponine emerged from the washroom, a number of bobby pins sticking out of her mouth and both hands engaged in some kind of wrestling match with her hair. She was dressed in a grey pencil skirt and a white blouse — the crispness of which suggested that she'd valiantly put aside her hatred of ironing today. She’d taken out her nose ring and her wild mane of hair was starting to take the shape of a quite passable French twist (Lord knows how many bobby pins and how much product had been required to achieve that). She looked chic as hell — but so unlike herself that Grantaire felt a mildly painful twang in his chest.

As Éponine drew near to Grantaire, she finally dropped her hands from her hair and spat the bobby pins into them. Then she turned a glowing smile on him.

“Thanks so much for coming, Taire.” Eponine said, seizing him in one of her fierce hugs. Éponine only had one level of intensity for hugging. Her arms always rocketed around him and her fingers dug into his back like the two of them were sharing a single parachute after being chucked from an airplane. 

“Dont mention it,” Grantaire murmured, dropping his face into the back of her neck. It was curious that it was just exposed skin there — he was used to nuzzling his face in her thick nest of hair. 

After breathing into him for a couple seconds, Eponine pulled away. “Do I look okay?” She asked, a little anxiously. “Professional enough?” 

“You look like Wonder Woman in that scene where Chris Pine tries to outfit her to blend in with non-superhero society.”

Eponine arched an eyebrow. “Is that a yes?” 

Grantaire chuckled. “You look great, Ep.” He reached towards a stubborn stray lock at the nape of her neck and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. “Just promise me you won’t pull an Anne-Hathaway-in-The-Devil-Wears-Prada on me and start dressing like this all the time. I’m quite partial to your knock-off lulus, tank top, flip flops look.”

From behind Eponine, Gavroche mimed sticking his finger down his throat and retching — which neither his sister nor Grantaire observed. 

“My, you’re full of movie references today,” Eponine commented breezily.

“Just gearing up for an iconic movie night with Gav over there.” Grantaire jerked his head towards the boy in question, who chose that moment to get a word in. 

“Speaking of which,” Gavroche interjected drily. “You gonna mozy on out of here sis or what? As mentioned, R and I have plans.” 

Eponine rolled her eyes and flicked a bobby pin at Gavroche, through some kind of expert manoeuvre of her fingers. Then, turning back to Grantaire, she picked up his hand in hers and dropped the rest of the pins into it. 

“Mind putting these away for me, Taire? Gav’s right, I better jet.” 

She offered him another grateful smile then made to head towards the door – but Grantaire caught her waist and pulled her into him for another hug. 

“Good luck, Ép,” he murmured fondly. “You’ll do amazing.”

When Éponine was gone, Gavroche turned to Grantaire with a dastardly grin.

“Right. Now that we’re rid of the broad, what shall we do first? You bring any liquor?”

Grantaire rolled his eyes. “For the umpteenth time, Gav, you’re underage.”

“And you’re stuck up.” Gavroche blew a raspberry at him.

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#wip wednesday #les mis fanfic #epotaire brotp #grantaire and gavroche #grantaire and eponine #modern au #les miserables #gavroche

[crimsonblackrose]

Hey kidnappers, want to know what I’m doing? Bet you can’t guess. Making a Molotov cocktail. Scott, honey, why would you tell them that?

“i’m going to turn this overstuff whore house into the biggest campfire you’ve ever seen.” Scott, what? 🤣

Throws alcohol on the guy who shows up to stop him “I lied”

Look at you Scott, rescuing yourself. Jeez the amount of times your family writes you off as dead and you’re like so...resourceful.

“I did it” Omg this lil baby. All he had to do was get outside and they’ll leave him alone now because he’s not on the consulate soil. He’s so proud of himself. Good job.

“I’m back on American soil now. See you around!” waves at them and just walks off.

I believe someone just called to say “Hey your son rescued himself”

In a proud awed tone “Gentleman, my son has escaped”

There’s 20 minutes left. I know Scott, he’s not going to let that guy kill the adoptive dad he has that actually cares about him.

I was right! “I wanna go back”

Kay: Honey, you’re a musician. Scott: I’m not losing another person I love. (Oof, his girlfriend did die in his arms)

These two are fascinating. “Father died, we lost the apartment, our parents were evicted, our little sister was kicked out of school, but she sent this with me to give you  and she married a plumber”

“Why did you leave? We’re brothers”

ngl all i can think of is that @cookietastic​ must love this episode because of all the smoke, this guy is constantly smoking)

Mickey: Hey Scott proud AF of you for escaping on your own and coming back. Nice to see you.

“For the next 12 hours you belong to them, gentleman he’s all yours” Could you have worded that any other way? Any other way at all huh?

They’re taking hazing the new guy seriously by just yelling at him.

Aw they built a thing and are having him run through it with them to practice.

They make it sound like they’re bullying him, but really they’re trying to make sure he doesn’t die.

His dad arrived and started lecturing so our boy took a nap.

Aww both he and Mickey went up to tell Robert that it’ll be okay, Scott’s doing okay in the training, better than they thought he would. “He’s got talent”

How you normally sleep, hugging your hat to your chest. 🤣

After all these seasons, we see some affection? While Scott’s asleep?! (Robert gently brushed the lock of hair from Scott’s forehead) 😭😭😭😭 I’ve been waiting for so long.

“he’s my little boy”

“And mine” (robert)

Her face when he said that, like shocked and then nodding. “Yes, yes he is.” 🤣 Glad we’re all on the same page that ya’ll suck as parents. OMG ROBERT SAID THE QUIET PART OUT LOUD

“Strange we’re still parents, despite all our efforts to the contrary” ROBERT!

He’s all dressed up and ready to go. It...almost looks like he’s wearing eye masks, like he doing an at home spa. 🤣

“What are you doing here?”

Uh...they’re here to rescue you bud.

Oh no, not another martyr. Damn, everyone who truly loves Scott does this.

I’m so sorry Scott. Every damn time. His girlfriend had a higher cause that she sacrified her life for and his teacher decided he had an important cause to sacrifice his life for as well.

Baby’s first murder?

Yup. Baby’s first murder. They uh...his dad tried to avoid that. By giving him a gun with darts, and instead he picked up a gun with bullets.

The wind and his hair.

Control: I know you just murdered a guy, but you did a good job, you did the right thing. Scott: Horror so much horror.

Two parents, picking up their son from his first spy mission after he murdered a guy. Scott, probably having waited since he was in preschool for both his parents to pick him up from something. I’d also like to lodge a complaint. There was a partial angle shot of Robert embracing Scott, it was a bad angle, and it was quickly cut away to him standing at a distance. Which makes me think, there were probably more scenes throughout this series of Scott and Robert interacting and some editor was like no, that’s too mushy, we’re cutting all comfort between these two out. And I’ve got a bone to pick with whoever made that decision, and I’d also like to see all those scenes.

#mumbling about shows

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You Sure? (ROTTMNT Leonardo Hamato x Kalani Rotasu {OFC})

Warnings: Some swearing, Spoilers for ROTTMTN Movie, Angst... some at least. Word Count: 1666 A/N: I swear I thought I posted this chapter a long time ago... apparently my dum-dum self didn’t like the dummy-sum I am.... Well here we go! and I know @mysticboombox​ has seriously been waiting since she is partially my beta reader with the snippets I give her lol.

And I know I gotta work on making lnks to the chapters and masterlist. I promise I’m gonna do that.

Part 3. Not A Date!

Standing in front of the mirror and adjusting his lapels for the 86th time, Leo was debating whether to keep a tie on or go without one and open the top button. His mind was full of possible “what if” scenarios in his mind.

What if she stands heim up?

What if she asks to stay down in the lair tonight?

What if she asks him to stay for the night?

What if she tries to kill him?!

“Getting cold feet, Leon?”

Blue let out a scream and spun around with his toothbrush in hand only to see Mikey and Raph with smug looking grins. Leo groaned and placed his toothbrush back in its place before looking back at his own reflection, with the company of Mikey and Raph.

“I’m not scared, just anxious okay.” Leo retorted before looking down in the sink.

The two brothers chuckled at their new leader as he shot them a glare through the mirror. Mikey came up to him and threw his arm across his brother’s shoulders. 

“Don’t worry, it’s like riding a skateboard. Once you’ve done it once, it’s stuck with you for life.”

“It’s not that simple, Mikey. This is my ex-girlfriend we’re talking about. The owner of The Nexus Hotel and the Battle Nexus. She’s not all smiles and quick comebacks to my one liners.” Leo replied.

Raph chuckled slightly before looking back at his brother. “Look, we understand how nervous ya are. And we got your back. No matter what, we’ll figure this out together. Even if it means we go to the Hidden City to find the answer.”

“Besides, it’s not like she can fight you. You are on your A-Game, bro!” Mikey reassured him.

Leo chuckled at his little brother before realizing something. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a date with your girlfriend, Angelo?”

“Yes, but Mara is coming here to get me so we can take the turtle tank. Have a romantic picnic made by yours truly, and then lo and behold! Buh-BAM!” Mikey pulled out a small velvet box, making both of his older brothers gasp.

“No Way! Wait, where did you get the money?!” Leo asked, earning a serious nod from Raph.

Mikey rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous chuckle. “I got an etsy page and have been making requests of my sick spray paint art. And with that, Mr. Harrison and April helped pick out the ring.”

Raph and Leo hugged their baby brother and congratulated him. Mikey soon slipped out as he heard his girlfriend calling for him in the lair. As Raph and Leo watched their little brother leave, Leo let out a sigh before running a hand across his face and looking back at his reflection. Raph glanced back at his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder as a sign of reassurance. Blue had let out a small chuckle before smiling and looking back at his brother. After one last glance, Leo removed his blue tie and undid the top button before nodding to himself. If anything, he was gonna go out in style even if his ex refused his offer. 

Waving and calling out that he was leaving to the rest of his family, Leo made his way to the surface and took to the rooftops to head to his destination and meet up with his ex-girlfriend at the Run of Mill Pizzeria. As he made his way to the alleyway to the secret entrance, Leo was taken back at the sight before him. A dark skinned woman with her dark violet hair in soft waves. Her black backless dress revealed the dip of her back as her dress draped down her legs to about mid calf. The slit on the back of her dress didn’t help with the thoughts that began to plague his mind.

‘C’mon Leo! This is not a date! Just a meet up to talk like civilized adults.’ He scolded himself as he cleared his throat to try and calm his nerves.

But it didn’t help after the woman turned to face him. Kalani, with her cloaking brooch perched over her right breast, looking over Leo and flashing a soft smirk and walking over to him. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he watched her draw closer to him until they were both at arm’s reach.

“My, you sure clean up rather well. For a sewer dweller.” She stated, walking around him and her arms crossed.

Leo scoffed and placed his own hands on his hips. “At least I don’t have to wear a disguise.”

Kalani stopped in front of him with an unexpressive look, but a small smirk pulled at the corner of her lip before she touched her brooch and shifted back to her yokai self. Her teal skin still complimented her dress, if not better than in her human form. He thanked the higher power in the sky that she couldn’t hear his palpitating heart. Shifting slightly, he cleared his throat and offered his arm to her which surprised her greatly. Kalani glanced between himself and his offering before carefully looping her arm with his own. It felt a little awkward, but it was a welcoming feeling that spread across her body like a warm blanket. Entering the restaurant was like walking down memory lane; Yokai were enjoying their meals, talking and laughing. The smell of great Italian and unique cuisines filled their nostrils which both were on the verge of drooling.

“Señorita Rōtasu! It is an honor to see you again, my dear!” Señor Hueso, the owner of the establishment, beamed with glee as he welcomed her with open arms.

Kalani smiled and hugged the skeleton and only to find her place back next to Leo who smiled broadly at him, something that Hueso actually returned and nodded.

“Two, private booth please.” Kalani requested which Hueso accommodated with no questions asked.

Once he seated the two and left to get their drinks, Kalani rested her elbows and propped her chin in her hand. Her eyes scanned over Leo which, oddly enough, made the slider squirm slightly in his seat. It was as though they were back on their very first date, only for her to know exactly what was going to happen. But as he watched her, Leo couldn’t help but notice how calm she was. And a hint in her eyes that showed she was remembering something. Possibly their first official date here? And how much of a dork he was trying to impress her that night. He could see her shoulders relax, her whole body deflating into a comfortable posture and her own eyes softening. Relaxing himself, Leo leaned on his forearms that rested on the table and just… enjoyed her presence. He was feeling young again. Remembering how they were together, the smiles and bantering. But they were happy in the long run. Or so he believed.

“So, let’s get down to business shall we?” Kalani started as she sipped her water. “You said to me a few days ago that you-”

“What happened?” Leo interrupted, catching Kalani off guard.

But she wasn’t surprised. Her walls building up, Kalani sat back in her seat and swirled her water in its glass and looked at him with a bored look.

“I did not come here to walk down memory lane, Nardo. I came here to offer my services and make a proposition.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek before making a mental note and putting a pin on the topic. She was right, for now at least. They had to stay focused. Taking a sip of his soda, Leo leaned on his arms and leaned closer to her causing her to lean a little as well. As he gestured for her to lean closer, which she obliged, the turtle smirked and flashed his dazzling pearly whites and winked at her. Letting out an annoyed scoff, Kalani began to slide out of the booth and stand as she straightened out her dress.

“If you’re not going to take this seriously, then this was a waste of my time. Good evening.” She said in a cold tone.

But a hand grabbed her forearm. Not tight, but not weak either. Looking back at the three digit hand that had her arm, she looked over to Leo who was sweating bullets. He was desperate, something that she had not seen from this turtle. Leo on the other hand had no clue what she was thinking, she put up her walls thickly to hide what she was thinking real well. But he needed her help and he knew that he could only trust her with this mission. With a soft sight, Kalani sat down but this time by his side. Leo scooted further to give her space and to keep his distance. As she removed her kappa kap and laid it on the table, she turned to him and rested her cheek in her hand.

Leo shifted slightly before rubbing the back of his neck as if he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just…”

‘You’re still just as beautiful as the day we first met.’

“It’s just what, Nardo?” Kalani repeated, making Leo snap out of his daze.

Feeling caught, he thanked the Pizza Supreme in the Sky that the lights were low to hide his burning blush before clearing his throat.

“Look, you’re family. At least, still part of the family. And you know the Hidden City far better than me or my brothers do.” Leo explained. “Please, Kali. We need you. I need you.”

Kalani’s eyes widen slightly, her jaw slack. He wasn’t one to ask her, especially like this. It was throwing her off to see him be vulnerable. Biting the inside of her cheek to try and not sigh she nodded only to see her ex relax in his seat and soon explain everything that had been happening.

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The Lion’s Path: 5.3 The Water Fountain

A retelling of the Arcana Prologue featuring Rosie Springwald, a vindictive hedgewitch searching for herself. The final chapter of the prologue! Thanks so much to @honeyfixations​ for beta reading all of this + going on this writing journey w me :”) WC: 2020 Remembrance and Forgetting are equally as painful. 

Rosie returned to her quarters, dressed in a robe and hair still wet from the bath. A small parcel sat on the desk caught her eye as soon as she had shut the door behind her. On top of it was a note from the Countess, addressed to her, written in beautiful calligraphy:

“A gift for my dear guest. This emerald seemed to call your name. Wear it in good health. And Rosie, you may call me Nadia.”

The chain of the necklace was incredibly fine, and slipped through her fingers like sand. She squinted, studying the jewel. Slowly, she began to recognize its energy.

‘Asra!’ Her eyes widened and she could practically feel his magic radiating into her hands in gentle waves. She clutched the necklace to her chest, her eyes determined. ‘If I could find Julian...I can find Asra.’

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At midnight, when the Palace halls were quiet, Rosie stole out of her room, her traveling cloak wrapped tightly around her and with Pippin on her shoulder; bouncing as she sprinted. The emerald hung from her neck, just above her amulet.

‘Asra,’ He filled her thoughts. His face, his laugh. How he would hum while he made them both tea, how he’d sleep curled around her, petting her hair and singing softly any time there was a thunderstorm. He’d only been gone for two days, and yet it felt as though two hundred had passed since she last wrapped her arms around him.

Rosie vaulted over the edge of the veranda into the lush gardens below. The warm breeze gently rustled her hair as she made her way along the winding garden paths, following the sound of falling water. She came to a stop in a small clearing, where before her lay a fountain with a wide gazing pool; an old willow tree overhanging it. Something moving in the branches above  caught her eye.

“Faust?” As if to wave hello, the serpent descended partially and let her body sway in the wind. Pippin squeaked excitedly, and leapt from Rosie’s shoulder to sit on the branch next to Faust.

“What are you doing here little lady? Didn’t you go with Asra?” Rosie asked, holding her hand out for the serpent to wind up her arm. Faust’s body was  a comforting, if cold weight against her skin.

“Well I’m glad-”

Pippin chittered indignantly.

“We’re glad to see you,” Rosie said as Faust settled around her shoulders. “Were you waitin’ for me?” The snake flicked her tongue out, brushing Rosie’s nose. “You knew I was lookin’ for Asra, didn’t you?”

She settled on the edge of the pool, peering into the reflective, clear surface. Faust bumped her nose against the emerald, her red eyes watching it intently as Rosie slipped it from her neck. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath as she held it out over the water…and dropped it. Light caught on every glittering facet as it sank slowly to the bottom of the pool. For a moment, nothing happened. And then slowly, the water began to change. Colors bloomed and shapes unfolded. The more Rosie concentrated, the more rapidly they changed. Her reflection faded away and was slowly replaced by…

Asra. He was crouched over a pool, cupping water in his hands and drinking deeply. Each drop that escaped his fingers sent ripples through his reflection. Rosie sat awestruck, afraid to speak for fear of breaking the spell. Asra shook out his hair and blinked the water from his eyes, looking right at her.

“Rosie?” His eyes widened in surprise. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” She breathed, barely able to believe it herself. “Yes!”

Asra leaned close enough that she could see the droplets that clung to his eyelashes. “Incredible!” He said with a laugh. She could see him better now; he sat cross legged with the strange beast from her dreams laying beside him, resting its head on his knee. “Ah, and Faust is with you. Looks like she found you alright.”

“You sent her?”

Asra nodded. “I wasn’t all that sure about leaving her. But after that reading you gave me…I thought I’d trust my intuition.” Tall palm trees swayed behind him on a backdrop of glittering stars. The starlight shone on his pale hair, seeming to give it a faint glow. Faust hovered over the water, her forked tongue sending a faint ripple over Asra’s reflection. “Faust, you’re looking lively. Being around Rosie does that to you, doesn’t it?”

“I’m glad she’s here, Pippin was getting lonely.” On queue Pippin landed on Rosie’s head, leaning over to pat one of Faust’s coils fondly. Asra looked incredibly pleased with himself. “I’m glad you’re here Asra. I know it's only been a few days, but I've missed you so much.”

Asra’s face flushed, and the beast on his knee gave a rumbling snort. “I’ve missed you too,” He paused, noticing the willow tree behind her. “Are you at the Palace?” Rosie sighed heavily, and began to tell him the events of the days since they’d parted. The more she told, the more his eyes glimmered.

“Unbelievable. The day that I leave was the day you needed me the most…” Rosie nodded, but stopped in surprise at what Asra said next; “And even then, you didn’t really need me at all. I’m glad Faust is with you and Pippin, at least if anything happens to either of you, I’ll know. I can live with that.”

“You look so tired,” Rosie said, wishing she could hold him close and smooth out his hair.  Asra’s expression was sleepy, but content.

“I don’t feel tired. I was just about to get into the water, but you beat me to it.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. Faust slithered from her  shoulders and settled in her lap.

“Faust has really opened up to you.” Asra paused, his eyes suddenly pained and guilty. “It may be time for me to do the same.” Rosie’s breath caught in her throat.

“I-it’s about time!” She all but squeaked, making Asra laugh.

“No, really. It’s true. I want to start being more honest with you.”

“I...I’d like that.”

“So, what’s on your mind? Ask me whatever you like. All that I ask is that you start being more honest with me, too.”

“I’m always honest,” Rosie said in mock offense. ‘But I can’t deny...all these burning questions sear my mind…” “Who is Julian Devorak? What does he mean to you?”

“Julian? Ah yes...he goes by that name, too.” Asra’s expression became stormy. “I knew him by another. He was a friend, once. Then more...and then something else entirely…” Rosie’s thin brows arched in question. “Who is Julian to me...who is he to anyone?”

“Well he-”

“He’s whoever he needs to be, to get what he wants.” Asra said, cutting her off. “To think, he would come for me, after all that...let’s leave it at this: he’s a hack physician with a lot to learn. Until he does, nothing good will come of him.” Asra sighed heavily and shook his head.

“I see.” Rosie said, her lips pursed. Asra smiled up at her, trying to lighten the mood.

“Is there, perhaps, something else on your mind?” He asked, his eyes twinkling.

“Well…who am I to you?” Asra’s eyes went wide and his lips parted. For a moment he looked confused and almost hurt. He sighed and  leaned forward, looking right into Rosie’s hazel eyes.

“Who are you to me?”

“Please.”

“I hope you’re ready to know. I’m glad you asked, it’s been so hard to keep from you. You’re not a student to me. You never have been…”

“I’m not?” Her heart began to race.

“No. You’ve helped me grow. I’ve learned just as much from you as you from me.”

“But is that all?” She asked, feeling her heart begin to sink. ‘This whole time, I thought…’

Asra peered up at her through his curls. “Nowhere close. Do you want it all?”

“More than anythin’. ”

Asra hesitated and closed his eyes. Rosie leaned back, startled as the water in the pool began to churn, glowing brighter. She gasped as Asra’s glittering form suddenly emerged from the water. He shivered and gleamed, more like a bubble than a solid being. She reached out, wanting desperately to touch him, but stopped herself, instinctively knowing if she did, the magic would burst and scatter away.

“We’re no closer than before, but it’s better this way. You wanted to know it all, so I’ll tell you properly,” Asra said. “How deeply, how completely I have come to care for you. I...I didn’t think I could feel this way. I even tried to deny it. But...how could I deny it, when my chest is so light, when I can do anything if I’m with you? Every day, my love for you grows; brighter and brighter until it consumes me.”

Rosie bit her lip, her eyes began to well with tears. ‘But if that’s so…’

“Sometimes, I’m afraid you can see it, and I have to escape, to hide from you. I don’t want to hide anymore. I don’t want to keep secrets from you. I want you to remember,” Asra said, his shimmering hands so close to her face, so desperate to cradle her. Rosie leaned back and shook her head. A dormant geyser of emotions finally burst in her chest.

“I don’t understand!”

“Rosie-”

“If you loved someone…if you loved me so much, why would you keep running away?! That doesn’t make sense!”

“I kept running to protect you-”

Emotions clashed violently, colorfully in her heart. Hurt, confusion, anger, elation. ‘He loves me! Asra loves me! But...but..’

“Protect me from what?! I dunnae need to be protected! I’m not some helpless idiot who cannae look after ‘erself!” Rosie snapped as tears raced down her cheeks. She stood, and then stumbled, her chest suddenly painfully tight. Her hands clutched her temples, her head feeling impossibly heavy. Asra’s eyes flashed with concern, his intangible hands futilely trying to catch her.

“Rosie!”

“Asra, I-” All her strength had seemingly left her body, and she fell to her knees, shaking uncontrollably.

“Rosie! No, no, no…”

Her vision began to stutter, the stones beneath her distorting. ‘No, even if I’m upset. I want to, I need to tell him that...’

“Please, please look at me. Rosie. Rosie?” She struggled to lift her head. Her eyes wouldn’t focus; trying to look at Asra made them begin to roll back into her head. She groaned as white-hot pain tried to crush her, her heart roaring in her ears. Her nails dug helplessly at the stone.

“Okay, don’t look at me. Breathe! Just breathe, Rosie, I’m so sorry. I was reckless, I shouldn’t have tried. Rosie, I need you to forget.” ‘Forget? How can I? I…”

“Forget, Rosie.” ‘No, no....I want to remember! I want to remember that Asra said he loves me, because I…’

She felt, as if it was the whisper of a memory, Asra’s lips pressed against her forehead; and her eyes fluttered shut into surrender.

The pain inside her burst. But instead of burning, it washed over her like a cool mist, drifting through her veins. Soft, rolling smoke filled her mind and washed away questions. Washed away thoughts. Ever so slowly, Rosie returned to herself. Fine droplets had settled onto her skin. Her breathing was ragged and shallow, but she was breathing. Pippin sat, curled next to her head, watching over her protectively. She groaned, and sat up slowly. Faust watched her from where she sat coiled on the edge of the fountain.

“I-I did reach Asra, didn’t I?”

The familiars exchanged a worried look, and then nodded.

‘I know I did. But what else? Did we get to talk? What did we say? ’

Rosie shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her mind. “I guess I overdid it...Oh well,” she shakily got to her feet and motioned for the animals to follow. “C’mon you two. Let’s get to bed.” She murmured, looking back at the fountain; eyes full of longing A longing she did not understand.

#happy birthday baby ur girl throws a fit and almost dies again sksks #the arcana #arcana prologue #rosie #rosie springwald #asra #asra alnazar #mine

[libertys-lovers]

4, 12, 14, 16, and 18 if you're up for that many jskdkek

I'd say Gary for most of these buuuuuuut if you'd rather answer with someone else (or swip and swapp) absolutely feel free to dude

PAYASO!!! Thanks for sending an ask, mate! Unfortunately I can’t post an actual video since the site hasn’t let me upload one in practically a week, BUT allow me to still answer these! (PS: I accept your Garyfication challenge 😈😈😈😈)

4. So you want me to pick one of my favorite canon moments with Gary~ Hmm, a bit of a tough question; I could have like 50 different answers for this one! I guess my default answer is his lil suit-up sequence after Monarch declares he’s getting back into the supervillain game. It’s just a fun lil scene, and I’m a real sucker for how the music's put together in it lmao. ALSO, it lets us take a look into his room, so I get to study what he’s a fan of hehe.

12. My problems with the fanon version of Gary... I don’t think I have any! Nope, fanon Gary’s very solid! The ships he brings are very cute too.

14. Alright, so we’re shouting out my F/O crushes... well shout-out to Sheila for single-handedly getting me into Venture Bros in the first place! She’s a real doll; not only is she absolutely gorgeous, but she’s a GENIUS girlboss and I love seeing her kick ass. Whether or not she becomes a romantic F/O of mine, I can still say that The Monarch is one lucky man. There’s also Phone Guy, who’s a real caring employer trapped in a cruel business lmao. A pure optimist straight to the end, not to mention he has GREAT taste in animatronics too. And last (but certainly not least), we have my GO Rocket grunts, who I am currently dubbing as The Henries. Both the Rock-Type and Water/Magikarp-Type Grunts are getting my affections rn, like they are just DOMINATING my braincell rn. I’ll talk about my characterizations of them in a separate post, but they’re both just silly lil dudes and I love them a lot! I haven’t encountered my magikarp Henry in-game yet, but rock Henry visits me all the damn time in that game lmao. I’m hoping I can meet magikarp Henry soon though, so I can keep fleshing him out.

16. What aesthetics I relate to Gary... hmm... Well, Noir is a DEFINITE answer; his Kano outfit will always be one of my favorite looks on him, sorry not sorry. There’s also Cottagecore, partially because he has the butterfly aesthetic and partially because he just reminds me of a bear. And, of course, there’s Nerdcore, but specifically Disneybounding (I think that counts). Idk, I just like imagining us dressing up as Peggy and Steve-

18. Talk about anything relating to this man... ANYTHING you say~ Okay... This is a simple one, BUT, the creators of the show were talking about how Gary would be a cuddler in bed, and that thought just lives in my head rent free. That’s the DREAM man; to be able to cuddle with this man... and tuck his loose hair behind his ear... and to give him a big kiss on the cheek... mmmm, yes, quite splendid indeed.

#self ship #self shipper #self shipping #self ship ask game #romantic f/o #📚🌺assisted romanticide🌺📚 #crush f/o #f/o crush #💋🌺Honeymoon Trip🌺💋 #☎️🔦Foxy’s Fanclub🔦☎️ #💎👻Graveyard Stones👻💎 #🎣👻Abandoned at Sea👻💎 #💎👻🎣Lost Sailor’s Gravestone🎣👻💎