#( when i automatically throw everything into more charm tho )

[thehighladywrites]

— “Okay, but in what way do you love me?”

☀︎ — pairing: tutor/nerd azriel x bimbo/ditzy reader

☀︎ — summary: It’s confession time! Last night you said you like him but over analyzing azriel needs to know exactly what “like” means.

☀︎ — warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, confessions, creampie, fluff, azriel needs clarification even though you are VERY clear

☀︎ — amara’s note: pls enjoy and lemme know what u think💗 also sorry for it being short it’s only bc i’m posting another drabble very soon, and it’s a personal favorite 👀💗

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“Why are you staring at me, Az? Is there something on my face?” you ask panicked as you grab your hand mirror on his desk and check your flawless face

Azriel's gaze softens as he speaks, “No, there's nothing on your beautiful face. I just like looking at you. And, I want to ask you something.”

You exhale calmly, pleased with your appearance, as you turn your body towards him, jewelry jangling.

His stomach feels leaden, and he feels nauseous. What if your version of "like" and his version of "like" aren't the same? What if you say you like him, but only in a friendly way? What if this was all lust and you only wanted to fuck him? What if by “like” you meant you liked the sex?

You are miles out of his league, but he's not complaining. You actually make him happy and mushy when you call and ask him to go on little shopping trips with you, and it’s even better when you let him fuck your brains out from time to time. But he is in love, like deeply fucking in love.

“Okay. Do you recall—remember yesterday when you said you liked me? Do you want to clarify what that means? Why do you like me?”

The question makes you tilt your head in confusion, brows drawing in curiosity as you pull the strawberry-flavored lollipop from your mouth, resulting in a loud pop, lips covered in a thin layer of sticky, red residue.

“Wait, huh? What do you mean, Azzie? I don’t like you, I love you.”

Oh my fucking god, what? Okay, so he was literally about to throw the fuck up but he was a little hesitant to respond. Azriel couldn't help but think about the meaning behind your words. You were always so bubbly and affectionate, even with strangers. Did your "I love you" hold the same weight every time, or was it just another sprinkle of your charm?

“Okay, I hear you but in what way do you love me? Do you mean it as a friend or—?” He questions behind his glasses.

Azriel had, for the first time ever, brought you to his dorm. You were just laying in bed next to him but decided to straddle his lying body, smiling as his hands automatically held your thighs.

“No silly! I loooove you and I want you to be my boyfriend. You’re so hot and sweet and kind and you care about me, like a lot. Always keepin’ me outta trouble and kissing me too. You love me too tho, right?” You gaze down at him, your big doe eyes shimmering with hope, and your glossy bottom lip slightly quivering.

Love you? He was almost insanely obsessed with you. There was something about you that drove him crazy. How could he not love you? He gives you an assuring nod, all of your previous worries disappearing in an instant. “Yeah, I do. I love you too. So much.”

“That’s so adorable, gimme a kiss.” You puckered your lips, the sweet scent of your sweet Burberry Her Elixir filling his senses.

He tries to remove his glasses, but you stop him with a swat. “No, keep ‘em on,” you insist between kisses.

—

To no one’s surprise you were bent over his desk, getting fucked stupid as he made you list what you loved about him.

Maybe it was a little mean since you couldn’t focus, your fuzzy brain filled with pleasure, but Azriel wanted to know anyway.

“more,” he gasps, “n-need more—gimme more, sweetheart.”

So you did, saying everything you loved about him. Every single detail.

“I love it when you make me breakfast— fuck, and—and when you carry me whenever i want. ‘m so close, az,” you sob—and then, just as his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing desperate little circles to get you over the edge, you cum — harder than ever, spasming around his cock and pulling him in as you squeeze around him.

“a-azzie,” you gasp brokenly, “fuck, ‘s good—so good.”

“you’re so perfect. prettiest girl i’ve laid my fucking eyes on —prettiest pussy ever too. i, sh-shit—” he falls into his own orgasm, hot, thick ropes of cum spilling into you with every twitch of his cock, sweet little noises pulled from his throat that he sighs into your neck, fucking his load into you.

“Holy shit,” Azriel mutters before he kisses the back of your head, the biggest trail of cum he’s ever seen leaking out of you when he pulls out.

“I wanna go again, please Az, let—let me ride. I’ll tell you more things I love,” you lock eyes with him over your shoulder, a smirk playing at your lips.

Azriel obviously doesn’t deny. He’s happy someone for once in his life wants to tell him how much they love him. Especially when that someone is his first and last girlfriend💗.

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[bruhstories]

switch

summary: you and yuji have been together for three years now, but on your anniversary night, you allow your own demons to come to the surface. pairing: ryomen sukuna x female!reader (itadori yuji x female!reader, too, i guess?) | aged up characters word count: 3.5k warning & content: cheating?? (is it cheating if it's technically the same body?), unprotected sex, creampie, slight dacryphillia, vaginal fingering, blackmail, reader is kind of an asshole? (can you blame her tho, sukuna is such a daddy ugh), bit of overstimulation, slight dumbification (if you squint)

a/n: i'm back, and i can tell my writing skill is getting rusty. i took a break and it's obvious with this fic, but i need to get my head back in the game. it is what it is.

Yuji was a great boyfriend. In all honesty, he was every woman and man's dream — funny, charming, attentive and, most importantly, caring. He cared about you so much that he always made sure to control his own personal demon. You knew about Sukuna, Yuji told you after a few dates, and you were well versed in Jujutsu Sorcery, enough to know that he was not someone you could mess with. But you didn't want to give up on Yuji, and stuck with him through thick and thin. After almost three years of the beautiful and fun relationship you two had, he asked you to move in with him since you were both adults now, and you gladly accepted, because after so much time, you came to love him, despite seeing Sukuna's outbursts during fights. That thing, that monster, was beyond terrifying, but you trusted Yuji with all your heart, and that was all that mattered.

Or maybe you were unhinged, maybe you wanted Sukuna to come to the surface. Maybe, deep down in your heart, you fell in love with the switch, with the raging, brutal frenzies that you happened to witness on the rare occasions when Yuji couldn’t control the King of Curses. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, because, as opposed to your optimistic and good-natured boyfriend, you never hesitate to kill – human or curse. Sometimes it felt as if your curiosity surpassed your love for Yuji, and that was a horrendous thought. Surely, that can’t be the real you, right?

Today is your three-year anniversary, and naturally, you want to surprise your boyfriend, so when you come home from a mission, you stop by his favourite ramen restaurant, picking up something to eat, maybe even some dessert. You tiptoe inside when you notice Yuji napping on the couch, and after silently setting up the table, careful not to wake him up, you quickly change into something... nicer. Yuji doesn't really enjoy it when you show some skin, which sucks because you want him to show you off. Nevertheless, you respect him, but tonight is special, surely it wouldn't hurt if you wear a shorter skirt. And a low-cut blouse. And heels. Fuck it, you think, adding a pair of thigh high socks as well, maybe that would rile him up. As much as you loved him, Yuji was too gentle. You liked that about him, truly, but sometimes you just need him to give you a good fuck, which was impossible, no matter how much you begged him to do it. You watch your reflection in the mirror from head to toe, proud of your skimpy outfit, but you can't help but wonder if he might be upset at your choice of attire. Even if he prefers it when you're dressed in pastels, that's not you, the real you. "You look good enough to eat." Yuji's voice breaks your trance and you turn on your heels to look at him. He stands in the doorway of the bedroom, arms folded across his chest, but there's a strange aura around him, and you can't exactly see his face through the dim lights. "You like it?" Your ears perk up, happy that he's not bothered by the clothes. "I do. You should dress like that more often." He sneers, stepping closer to you. "Alright, what kind of prank are you pulling now, Yuji? You never liked these kinds of clothes." You lower your head, your luscious lips turning into a pout. His calloused fingertips grip your chin, turning your head to face the mirror, and that's when you see the black markings on his face. Fear paralyses your entire body, eyes widening in panic and anxiety. "He might not like them, but I do." His voice is lower than Yuji's, calm yet obscenely dangerous. "I- you-" The words get caught in your throat, and you can't take your eyes off of his reflection. You know for a fact there's absolutely nothing you can do to defend yourself from Sukuna without hurting Yuji, and that thought makes you feel incredibly small and downright pathetic. "Little lamb, do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to watch this ungrateful brat take you for granted?" His hand is still leaving imprints on your chin and cheek, the other travelling down your back. "To watch you lose yourself for him, of all people?" "You don't know me!" Lips open without a thought, and you regret every syllable that came out of your mouth. "Oh, but I do." Yuji, no, Sukuna sneers, that same hand that was once on your back is now on your abdomen, painstakingly slowly creeping under your blouse. "Everything he sees, I see. Everything he smells, I smell. What he hears, I hear. But I just couldn't touch what's mine. Until now." You feel him pinching your nipple, and you're ashamed to admit how good his skin feels against yours, his hot breath fanning over your nape. "'M not yours." You grit your teeth, manicured fingernails digging into the plush of your thighs to keep your composure. "There's one thing I can smell that he can't. Wanna know what that is, sweet dove?" He whispers in your ear, and it's dotting your skin with goosebumps. "Enlighten me." "Your arousal." "You're bluffing." Is all you manage to say before Sukuna spins you around, pinning you against the mirror. "Let's see, shall we? I bet you're dripping," he shoves one of your legs to the side with his knee, and you don't stop him, "I bet you you've fantasised about this, late at night, when this brat can't please you. He's well endowed, though, it's a shame he can't use his dick." "S-stop it, please. I love him." "Pardon me if I doubt that." "Please, sir..." Sir? How should you call him? Demon? Cursed spirit? Monster? "How about master?" Sukuna barks back, as if reading your mind sarcasm dripping

down his tongue. You can't stifle a moan when his teeth sink in the crook of your neck, and you know damn well that you want this, and that every word he uttered so far was correct. You have thought about Yuji switching with Sukuna, wondered how he would fuck you, make you chant his name, but you never told your boyfriend, you couldn't. It's sinful, disgraceful and disgusting. Instinctively, you grind up his thigh, tears of shame and lust pooling at your eyes when you slowly give in to the temptation. He's already bruised your skin, one hand toying with your tits, the other lifting your skirt up. It's too late to fight him, because you never wanted to fight him in the first place. You deepest, darkest wish is finally coming to life. "That's better." Sukuna licks his lips, and your half-lidded, glossy eyes land on his tongue. "Please, m-may I kiss you?" Eyes dart away, cheeks burning with desire and embarrassment. "How polite of you to ask." He coos at you mockingly, his face inching closer to yours before absolutely crushing your lips under his. You don't hesitate to partly open your mouth, allowing his tongue to slip between your lips. Fuck, he kisses you so good that your knees give in, and all you can think is that if he's such a good kisser, he's definitely going to fuck you dumb. And you want that more than anything. When he pulls away, you lick your lips, still tasting him on your tongue, and he tastes so much better than Yuji — sweet and addictive. "I really wanted to take my time with you, after all, I waited three long years for this. But you're such an eager little slut, aren't you?" "I'm n-not a slut-" You try to protest, but you can't fool him, especially not when he's pushing your panties to the side, fingers grazing over your slit. "You are a slut. You merely buried that side of you for a pathetic little boy who can't handle a real woman." Sukuna's index finger gently brushes against your clit, enough to have you weak and needy. "Don't worry, Y/N, you don't have to hide from me. You can show me what you really want." It hurts to know that Yuji probably sees and hears everything, that he will probably break up with you after this, but you're too far gone to care about his feelings when finally someone is paying attention to yours. Your hand travels up his thigh, palming his already hard cock, and the way he groans, throwing his head back is satisfying enough for you. It hurts to think that Yuji never appreciates this side of you, and it's more painful when you consider this to be cheating — it's still his body, technically, but it's not your loving boyfriend, and you're perfectly fine with that. He slips a finger between your folds, a quiet moan escaping your lips, and Sukuna knows you won't dare say no to him, or try to reason with him. He adds another finger, but he absolutely does not move them an inch, instead you automatically fuck yourself on his hand, gripping one of his shoulders for support. "That's a good whore." Sukuna praises you, tongue lapping at your collarbone, making you delirious with lust. "You want my cock? Want me to fuck your aching cunt?" It's impossible to refuse his proposition, instead you buck your hips, your fingers gripping his t-shirt and you know you might tear it if you keep this up. "Yes..." You answer him, voice soft and quiet. "Yes what?" "P-please... Yes, please!" "Much better. Get on the bed." Sukuna commands and you obey, skirt dangerously hiked up. You proceed to take it off, but he slaps your hands away, too impatient for such formalities. He did wait a long time for this, you understand that, and so you lay on your back, blouse unbuttoned, panties on the floor and legs wide open for him to take you. Oh, and he adores this sight, how you willingly give yourself to him, your dainty fingers spreading your juices around your cunt, eager to be filled. In those three years of being with Yuji, you got used to his cock, but seeing it now seems like it's the first time. Precum leaks from the blushing tip and your mouth begins to water just by looking at him, and

this pleases Sukuna greatly. "Tell me what you want." He climbs on top of you, hands resting next to you as your fingernails graze over his chest. "I don't wanna say it..." You avert your gaze, a crumb of dignity left in you because you know Yuji hears everything. "Oh, you don't?" He quirks a brow, brown irises bearing a hint of red. "Then you won't mind me killing the brat." This garners your attention, and you feel stupid because of course he would blackmail you. Do you care? No. Do you want Yuji to think you care? Yes. "Please don't hurt him." You look back at Sukuna, tears pricking your eyes. "Why shouldn't I? We both know he doesn't deserve you." "You're wrong, I love-" "This isn't about you loving him, it's about you renouncing your true nature." His hand finds its way on your neck, fingers wrapping around it. "How many times have you begged him to choke you and he refused? How many times did you ask him to fuck you harder and he said no? You're a filthy slut, Y/N, and it's time you got what you deserve." The lack of air has your pussy clenching around nothing, and you hate him so much for being right. Yuji could never give you what you want, but Sukuna can, and it's an opportunity you can't pass. "Now, I'll say this one last time — tell me what you want." He releases the grip on your neck. "Y-you! I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me good, make me yours!" The tears that roll down your cheeks ruin your makeup, mascara mixed with eyeshadow smeared under your eyes. The tip of his cock pushes past your folds, and inch by inch he bottoms out. It feels bigger than before, stretching you open in a beautiful blend of pain and pleasure, your lips forming an O as your eyes roll back. "He doesn't deserve your tears. But I do. Cry for me." Sukuna sneers, his broad frame hovering above you and you feel so small and vulnerable. Yet again you obey, allowing more salty droplets to run down your face as you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling him go deeper. "Fuck, 's big! Oh, god-" Sukuna's palm meets your cheek, a sharp, stinging pain bringing your eyes on him. "Focus, whore. Not god, not the brat, me." He grunts, hips rocking back and forth harder and faster. "Who do you belong to?" You don't want to say it, what would Yuji think of you? He's probably already disgusted, contemplating breaking up with you once he regains control of his body. Another slap pulls you out of your thoughts and you buck your hips against his. "Answer me." "I b-belong to you! You!" "That's right, you're mine. Don't worry your pretty head, little lamb, Yuji won't be coming back any time soon." He grunts with every thrust, and his reassurance is somewhat comforting, because, god, he fucks you so good, you would kill for another opportunity like this. His teeth sink into your shoulder, fingers bruising your skin and you're delighted that he's marking you. All that matters is that you're his, chanting his name over and over again, praying to your new god, and Sukuna is beyond pleased with his work of art. When he pulls out of you, you almost cry, because it feels like a part of you is missing, but he's a merciful god, he won't let his newly devoted subject famished. Flipping you over as if you're made of feathers, he thrusts back into your aching cunt, and you yelp at the feeling of being overpowered by him. Sukuna's stamina is off the charts, because while your legs begin to feel numb, he's fucking into you with such force and intensity that the damn bed slides on the floor. It's raw, the way he's defiling your cunt, and it's sending your brain into overdrive. Your spongy walls clench around his cock, and while he doesn't say anything, the simple fact that he's going deeper and harder makes you feel special. Squirming and thrashing under him, you're desperate for some form of validation, and so you lift your ass up, pushing it back against his hips with a delightful moan escaping your lips. Sukuna takes notice of your sudden change of posture, and the way you curve your spine to try and get a look at him is adorable. "You want something,

pet?" He barely spares you a glance, and his indifference makes your pussy flutter. Your incoherent sentence almost makes him laugh, words such as good and please distinguishable between the other stutters. "Use your fucking words." A slap over your firm ass makes you yelp and jolt up. "A-am I good enough f-for you?" The question takes him by surprise, but he doesn't stop to think. Instead, he digs his sharp talons into the plush of your hips, overjoyed by your eagerness to please him. "You could do better." Sukuna teases you, but you take it personally, sadness and determination coiling inside of your heart. By this point, you don't even remember your boyfriend's name, too high on pleasure to even care. "'M sorry! P-please, I wanna be good!" You throw your head back and he wraps an arm around your neck, pressing his chest against your back. "If you wanna make me happy, you best forget about Itadori." "W-who?" "Your– never mind." Sharp canines flashed in his smirk, Sukuna tilts your head enough for you to catch a glimpse of his eyes. They're dark and vicious, and any sane person would be repulsed by them, but not you. No, you drown in them, completely absorbed by the hatred hiding behind them. The more you stare into his orbs, the closer you are to your climax. And he knows it. "Fuck fuck fuck!" "That's right, little lamb, let go of all that is moral and human." "Don't stop- oh, god, please don't s-stop!" In your frenzy, in his frantic pace, Sukuna's close, too. It would have taken any other woman hours to please him due to his insatiable nature, but you — your cunt clenching around his cock for dear life milks him dry, and inch by inch he pulls out, watching the hot liquid dripping down your trembling thighs. Art, he thinks, this is what art is — your face buried in the pillows, ass up, and his seed spilling out of your sore cunt. You come down from your haze, slowly but surely, and the realisation of what just happened begins to hit you. You want to regret everything, to feel a shred of shame, but there isn't any left. After this night, Sukuna irrevocably owns you, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He lays on the bed, lazily watching you stumble in the bathroom to clean yourself up, but with his guard up in case you want to try anything stupid. Yet when you don't come back, Sukuna wonders if you ran away out the window, which makes him laugh to himself because he could find you anywhere if he wanted to. So, he drags his feet across the room, finding you on the edge of the bathtub, watching the water pool inside with a blank stare. When you feel his presence, you get up and tug at the hem of his shirt. The man flinches, until he remembers that you are harmless and exhausted, and you don't look like you even want to put up a fight, so he allows you to take his shirt off. "Is this for me?" He points at the tub, brow quirked and a mischievous smile on his lips. "Yes." "Are you gonna clean me up?" "Yes." You sigh, wondering if you truly ever loved Yuji, wondering why you didn't even try to fight for him. "Do you want your boyfriend back?" Oh, how you dreaded this question. You cringe at the words, and don't reply. Silence is also an answer, but he's cruel. "I need to hear it." "He will also hear it." Of course he will, that's the whole point of humiliation. Sukuna steps in the tub, dipping himself in the hot water, a hand extended towards you. "Join me." You hesitate to take his hand, lips pursed and eyes narrowed at the man who looks so serene that it amazes you how brutal he was before. "I won't ask again." Complying, and not wanting to anger him, you don't waste another moment to get in the tub, back against his chest. "Can I ask you a question?" "You just did, sweet dove." "Fine, I’ll shut up." "Now, now, don't give me that attitude, or else I'll have to put you in your place. And you won't like it." His nails are pressed onto your jugular, and you know those things can cut, your hips are still bleeding. "Ask away." He lets his hands fall on your shoulders and you exhale the breath that was caught in your

throat. "Why didn't you kill me? Why don't you kill me?" "I need a pet." "Oh." Your disappointment makes Sukuna burst into laughter. What did you expect? A confession of love? "Oh?" He mocks you, tracing circles on your skin with his talons. "Don't worry, I take good care of my pets. Especially if they're loyal and obedient." His hands travel down your body, one pulling your knee to the side, the other moving up your thigh. "You are loyal and obedient, yes?" "Please, no more-" The rest of the sentence dies before you can utter it when his fingers ghost over your swollen clit. "Answer me, Y/N." "I can't come again!" "You can, and you will, because I want you to. Now answer the fucking question." Sukuna toys with you, only pushing his index finger one knuckle deep between your folds before pulling it out, and somehow you can't feel the sharpness of his nails. "Will you serve and obey me, not once questioning my authority?" He pushes the finger back in, curling it upwards and you don't fail to clench your walls once more. "Oh, f-fuck, I will, I will! But please, I can't–" When he rubs your clit, you are done for. You didn't think you could reach another climax, but those circles he's rubbing with enough pressure to both give you pleasure and pain have you melting in his arms. "Swear it, then. Make a pact with me. I can give you anything in return, maybe even the brat." "I s-swear it, S-Sukuna! I swear my loyalty to you!" You hiss between your gritted teeth, hips rolling in synchronicity with his hand. "And in return, what do you want?" "I want you! Oh, god, I only want you!" "Clever girl." The man decides to give you what you want, and with a quickened pace, you squeeze your thighs together, coming undone on his fingers. "I'm going to enjoy your company." Embracing your true nature is your salvation, and damnation. Your boyfriend is never coming back, Sukuna simply won't allow it, and from this moment on, your memories of Yuji begin to fade away, like a bad dream, because you simply must serve your beloved master, your merciful and devastatingly powerful god. That's who you really are.

[arhvste]

❛ haikyuu sibling series hcs - general - part 1 ❜

「 includes : kuroo, matsukawa, oikawa, and suna 」

kuroo tetsurō

→ his parents got divorced at a young age and you can’t tell me otherwise

→ but before they did, himself and his older sister were close

→ she wasn’t as boisterous as him but she had a bit of a playful streak in her too

→ would absolutely go along with his scheming pranks on their parents and relatives

→ shes the one who got him into taking academics seriously

→ he always thought his big sister was cool and seeing her studious trait, he decided he wanted to be like her too

→ she’d help him with his own homework after school even if he insisted he didn’t need her help

→ everytime he’d score highly on a test, his sister would be the first person he’d show his little gold stars too

→ her praise meant the absolute world to him because from a young age he looked up to her and seeked some sort of approval from her that he was on the right track

→ when the fighting between his parents got bad, big sister kuroo would always leave her door open for her little brother to retreat into her room

→ she would hush the crying and distract his young fragile state of mind and make sure she did everything she could to stop him from focusing on the shouting

→ stories, board games, colouring, big sister kuroo did it all with him to ensure his mind was occupied with something other than the arguing downstairs

→ she’s his hero even if he doesn’t know it at such a young age yet

→ shes the one who taught him the trick with sticking two pillows against his ears just in case there were some nights she wasn’t at home

→ “see tetsu! it’s like having your head buried by sheep!”

→ when their parents did eventually split, he was beyond devastated

→ his best friend was being taken from him and there was nothing he could do about it

→ pleaded his parents to let them stay together but alas they decided it just wasn’t possible

→ kuroo took a handful of years to fully get over the separation from his sibling

→ hence his shy tendancies and hesitation to trust others at a young age

→ even to this day, the pillow habit stays prominent in his sleeping habits

→ while he was no longer in contact with his sister, kuroo would always think of her first whenever he received good grades or test results

→ would think of her during volleyball games

→ a source of motivation would be to ask himself if maybe his sister were here, would he being doing enough to make her proud?

→ after every accomplishment, his sister would linger at the back of his head

→ even now everyday when he goes to work

→ he can only do his best and hope it would be enough to be ‘cool’ like he always thought his sister was

matsukawa issei

→ big brother mattsun 😼

→ growing up, he was so inclusive of his little siblings

→ he’d never tell his brother or sister to leave him alone or go away

→ mattsun was super considerate and laid back with his siblings

→ as long as they weren’t causing too much trouble, mattsun didn’t really care what they were doing

→ he played with them i know he did

→ hero’s and princesses? pirates? dragons and mermaids?

→ mattsuns played every single one of these and more

→ whenever his siblings would argue, they’d always argue over who gets mattsun on their side

→ whoever won him over was deemed the winner of whatever petty thing it was they were arguing about

→ this little shit played the fuck out of them 😹

→ “hm whoever gets me the leftover pasta from the fridge will get me on their side 😈”

→ “if you go empty the bin then i’ll be on your side.”

→ “issei that’s not fair! that’s your job!”

→ “is it? guess i have to join your sisters side then...”

→ “I’LL DO IT!”

→ makki woukd come over often and his brother and sister loved him

→ he was like mattsun but prettier and “less mean”

→ in fact, all the aoba johsai third years were popular with the matsukawa siblings

→ his little sister was ✨infactuated✨ with oikawa

→ oikawa was “her prince charming” according to her

→ “oi loser, since my sister likes you so much why don’t you babysit for me next week?”

→ “as if! i have better things to do any- -she likes me?! 🥺 yes of course i’ll babysit!”

→ his brother is the opposite tho haha

→ “stupid oikawa don’t come near my sister!”

→ little brother matsukawa was protective asf over his sister

→ would throw hands at the setters legs and waist

→ and you already know mattsun, makki and iwa are just gonna stand there and ignore it

→ all in all, mattsuns one of the best siblings

→ he looks out for his siblings but he’s not overbearing in the slightest

→ these days he often lets them visit him at work when he’s not as home as often

→ “whoever brings me lunch doesn’t get locked in the coffin room”

→ obviously his siblings are bigger now so they just roll their eyes and ignore him ahah

→ he’s still someone they know they can come to if they need to though

→ he’s a good big brother who will listen to them without judegement cause hey, he’s done some questionable things growing up too

oikawa tooru

→ “you’re not allowed to have a boyfriend because i said so! nobody’s good enough for you! 😠”

→ “tooru, i’m older than you 🧍🏻”

→ over protective asf over his sister

→ insults boys that try it on with her to their face 😹

→ “you don’t seriously think she’ll go for you when you look like that do you? 😹 next caller!”

→ shes constantly apologising for his rude ass behaviour 😩

→ he does often seek advice from her though

→ especially when he started garnering attention from girls himself

→ “hair swept to the left or right?”

→ “neither. both are ugly.”

→ yes queen humble him 😈

→ okay but she would actually help him though

→ shes act like shes doing him a huge favour but she secretly likes the fact he comes to her for advice and feedback

→ shopping trips

→ she picks out his clothes because let’s face it

→ he can’t be trusted to be left to his own devices

→ she nearly threw up when she saw the plaid shorts fit 😖

→ she also picked out his glasses too because again, he can’t be trusted to be left to his own devices

→ he hypes his sister tf up !!

→ especially after shes having boy troubles of her own

→ “whatever! he was a loser anyway nii-chan! he would’ve ruined all the family photos if you ever got married to him because he was so ugly! you’re way out of his league!”

→ third year oikawa says it’s on sight if any boy messes with his sister regardless of the fact she’s older than him

→ iwaizumi was rather fond of oikawa’s sister too

→ therefore, he’d automatically part of her body guarding system alongside tooru

→ growing up, iwaizumi was awkward around her

→ shes a pretty older girl of course he’s gonna feel pressured !!

→ she found it endearing though

→ and shes often thank him for looking out for her little brother and keeping him in line when she couldn’t

→ rip iwaizumi 😔✋the boy has turned bright red and doesn’t know what to say

→ these days he’s a-okay talking to her!

→ they both lovingly bully oikawa now

→ but back to the point of her helping him with girls

→ oikawa is not a fuckboy and you know why?

→ because his sister told him those boys are the worst !!

→ he is a respectful boy and his sister will make sure of that !!

→ when he did get his first girlfriend, she had to tell him all the things to do to help

→ clichè films were the wrong source according to her she called them cringey and stopped oikawa from leaving the house at 2am to throw rocks at his girlfriends window to confess his love

→ “tooru please tell me you’re not doing what i think you’re about to do”

→ oikawa with his bag full of small stones and a rose in his mouth : 😳🌹

→ his first break up was rough but big sister oikawa was his hype woman this time

→ “she knew what she was getting into when she asked you out. remember, she wanted you tooru and if she can’t remember that herself then she’s not worth it.”

→ big sister oikawa had his back 100% and vice versa

→ and even now, she’s cheering him on the loudest

→ her little brothers a little brat but he’s the brat she’s overwhelmingly proud of

suna rintarō

→ literally didn’t give a shit about his little sister for the longest time 😹

→ he knew it annoyed her when he didn’t pay attention so he did it just to test her limits at first

→ his parents scolded him time and time again and eventually he did start to acknowledge her

→ like mattsun, he’s laid back and not overly intrusive

→ but he is a little bit curious as to what’s going on in his little sisters life

→ “whos that? you’re not dating him are you? yikes.”

→ “rin? what do you mean ‘yikes’?!”

→ “he’s ugly.”

→ lowkey protective of his sister

→ he knows she can handle herself and whatnot but he still feels the need to look after her just a little

→ so if you’re a boy and you get on the wrong side of her i’m sorry

→ suna is pulling up with the miya’s

→ “oh? so you’re the little shit who thought you could mess with my sister?”

→ atsumu in towering over the boy next to suna : 😈

→ osamu towering over on the other side to suna : 🤨

→ suna : 😐

→ the boy : 😳

→ it’s always been like that though

→ in his own way, sunas always been there for his little sister whether he makes it known or not

→ “one day, yer sisters gonna be a pretty gal i can tell”

→ “i won’t hesitate to call child protection if you ever make a comment like that again 😐🔪”

→ “i-i was just tryin to be kind! it’s hard sometimes suna it’s hard! 😖”

→ his little sister will come to his games and he won’t care 😹

→ deadpan expression the whole time

→ she doesn’t care though because she’s not exactly thrilled to be there either

→ both siblings have their own interests and don’t tend to mix them

→ but he’ll still support her in whatever she wants to do and vice versa

→ but they prefer to do it from a distance

→ because i know suna only went to one of her ballet recitals and he didn’t even try to stop the strings of loud yawns the whole way through

→ the suna siblings remain hot and unbothered over everything

→ you could have beef with both siblings and neither of them are gonna give a fuck

→ but when you pick on little sister suna, rin is gonna give a fuck but he’ll be clever about it

→ easy going relationship

→ neither siblings are overly affectionate or overbearing but they’re both there for each other if needs be

→ they don’t talk about deep things and details together though

→ but they will slag other people off together 😹

→ if the suna siblings don’t like you i’m sorry

→ because both of them will come for your neck with no mercy and you’ll never know 😼

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Could you please do a yandere profile set for NCT Dream? If you don’t want to do all of them I’m fine with just Jisung :)

hope u like it 🥰 oh btw some are longer than others and I didn’t know if u wanted a small “ scenario “ as well!

TW / Trigger warning: yandere themes, abusive relationship, violence etc

{NCT Dream yandere profiles}

Mark

yandere type: psycho, eliminating/controlling

A yandere who were one of the worst in dream (spoiler alert: along with renjun and haechan). He’s extremely hard to put up with, not because he is insecure but because he enjoys having that control of you, enjoys seeing you get mad at him. In short he could be described as a psycho who liked playing with his toys. He didn’t see others as equal to him, not even you but you just happened to be his favorite toy. That doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t play with you, but he was in a way, more gentle and at some times even affectionate. His psycho side tho would really come out when he murdered people around you, your family, your friends, your exes, classmates and even teachers. He didn’t do it for you. He did it because it was one of his ways of playing, torturing his victims slowly, it gave him a rush greater than anything. Mark knew that by doing that, he tortured you as well. He loved you though, and would never kill you. As twisted as he was, he loved you so so much.

Renjun

yandere type: possesive, short-tempered

He may be short but boyyy can he go from 0-100 quick. He’ll have you begging for mercy in seconds, only to be granted none. Because similarly to Taeyong, he does like punishing you and seeing your tears. Not really in the same way though, because for him it’s like with mark, control. He loves control and likes being dominant and possesive in every way. Punishments you’d endure would be marks, of any kind. He likes marking you with hickies all over and then making you go out in public. Or if you’ve done something really bad you will get his named carved on your skin, although he can step it up to a tattoo if he thinks you need to be taught a lesson. Overall, if you do what Renjun wants, he won’t be violent, he will be happy.

Jeno

yandere type: violent / “ harmless yandere “

He can definitely be violent at times but he is sort of harmless. He just wants you to be happy and he doesn’t stress too much. Yes, he gets insecure like everyone does but he doesn’t put pressure on you in that way. He likes to keep his feelings to himself. With violent I mean more that when he is really upset during an argument he will throw out words to hurt you. This is his abusive side, his yandere side, he will rarely hurt you. If he does, then it’s because of something big and he may regret it afterwards thinking it was in a fit of rage. No matter what he does though, the people who chose jeno are automatically attracted back to him, forgiving him over and over again. He has that effect and you can’t but love him.

Haechan

yandere type: dangerous, sadist

RUN. That’s like all I have to say. There’s no way you’ll survive Haechan. He is a special kind of man, everyone knows he’s an absolute genius. Clever in all ways, games, maths, languages..but unfortunately for you, also manipulation. It wasn’t until you had fallen for all his charms and gotten into a relationship that it started. Most people who have chosen Haechan will be manipulated so much that you won’t even know that he is doing it. He will have built up your trust for him to the point where you trust him with your life. And he takes advantage of it, in EVERY way. Gaslighting is his favorite weapon, and if you ever figure him out and what he’s doing to you, and your life. Forget it, because he will admit you to a psych ward, even persuading the workers there with his fake story. He was a perfect yandere, good luck with escaping him.

Jaemin

yandere type: sweet but obsessed

Do everything he says and you will be attacked by kisses and every kind of affection possible. You will have the happiest boy ever, trust me. But...if you don’t, well his favorite punishment is isolation. Since he was very clingy, it would be torture for himself too but on the other hand he saw you as ungrateful and disrespectful when you didn’t do what he wanted. He gave you all his love, all the gifts and money in the world, and yet you don’t listen? Advice for you, keep.him.happy.

Chenle

yandere type: overprotective, special/caretaker

You would find him annoying, always being anxious for you and about you. He would even hire guards to protect you at all times to make sure you were safe. With special yandere, it’s hard to explain. I feel like he would be sort of a caretaker to you, but he overdoes it. If you have certain pills you need to take he will provide it for you, checking everything, maybe just maybe, giving you too much or too little if you have misbehaved. He has control in every aspect of your life that he can. He claims it’s to protect you, but he just needs to do it. He tells himself he has to or else he will go absolutely insane.

Jisung

yandere type: lovesick, obsessed

Despite his age I do not see him as an innocent loving yandere. I think his shyness would contribute to a lot, he feels insecure all the time leading to well..certain yandereish behaviors. His punishments would involve him using his size and strength to his advantage, anything to intimidate you. He had learnt things from his older friends (hyungs) but he was hesitant to use violence on you. He was a sweet boy who really wanted you to love him. I would classify him as an obsessed yandere, as soon as he falls for someone they’re the only thing that matters. He may neglect himself, and ignore others, and he will do anything to make you love him back.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #130: Marie Antoinette (Caster)

The encores keep coming on Fate and Phantasms with today’s build, Marie Antoinette! A volleyball player in D&D is probably one of the weirder things we’ve done so far, but I’m sure we can set up something good for y’all. Charm everyone you can, and smash those you can’t in the face with your beachballs!

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet here!

Next up: Met a girl(s), crazy for me!

Race and Background

As a variant of Marie, you’re also a variant human, giving you +1 wisdom and charisma. You’re a bit more active than your rider counterpart, so you also get Athletics proficiency and the Fighting Initiate feat, which nets you the Thrown Weapon Fighting fighting style. Now you can grab and throw weapons in the same move, and you deal +2 damage with thrown weapons! Sadly, WoTC forgot to weaponize balls in D&D, but light hammers are the closest thing we have to work with. Yes, that does mean Tortle Antoinette is dangerously close to being a Hammer Bro.

Like always, you’re a Noble, giving you History and Persuasion proficiencies.

Ability Scores

If you know anything about Marie, you know her Charisma is pretty high. If we want to be good a sports we’ll need some Dexterity though, make that second. Your Wisdom isn’t half bad, you were a queen once. Your Constitution isn’t amazing, but hey that just gives you an excuse to order one of those umbrella drinks and relax. Your Intelligence is rather low by elimination, (again, no one wants to think in the summer,) but you’re not stupid so we’re still dumping your Strength. Surprisingly, beach balls aren’t heavy lifting.

Class Levels

1. Monk 1: Remember when I said not all of the summer servants were going to be beach ready? I’m starting to think that might not be true. As a monk, you get proficiency with Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as two monk skills. I’d grab Acrobatics for more volleyball skills and Insight for better rulings.

You also get Unarmored Defense, making your AC based on your wisdom as well as your dexterity, and Martial Arts. Now you can use dexterity instead of strength when attacking with monk weapons (light hammers are simple, so they count), and you can make an unarmed strike as a bonus action after attacking. Also, all your monk attacks do a minimum of 1d4 damage, which scales as you level up. The good news is it only gets better from here.

2. Monk 2: Second level monks get a number of Ki points each short rest equal to their monk level. They can use these to make two attacks, dodge, disengage, or dash as a bonus action. You also get Unarmored Movement, helping you get across the court thanks to an extra 10′ of movement speed that also increases as you level up.

3. Monk 3: They probably wouldn’t tell you this, but it turns out Way of the Kensei monks are super into beach volleyball. That’s why at third level you learn the Path of the Kensei, a totally not confusingly named feature that’s really four features in one. You get Kensei Weapons, a melee (Light Hammer) and ranged (Darts? It doesn’t really matter much) weapon that will be used by later features. One of those is an Agile Parry, giving you a bonus to your AC for a round when you make an unarmed attack with a kensei weapon in hand. Use the volleyballs for ranged attacks, hands for melee attacks, they’re pretty mutually exclusive. Another way to use your deadly weapons is a Kensei’s Shot, which normally doesn’t come up in these builds. Using your bonus action you can deal an extra 1d4 of damage each time you make a ranged attack that turn, effectively doubling your output. You also learn the Way of the Brush, which will be super useful when you’re stuck making manga over and over again in summer 3.

Finally, you volleyball skills come in handy by teaching you how to Deflect Missiles. Using your reaction you can set a ranged attack to deal less damage to you, and if you mitigate it entirely you can spike it back at the attacker.

4. Monk 4: Your very first Ability Score Improvement will go towards Dexterity. Being able to aim your shots helps. You can Slow Fall to reduce sandburn from those dives, and you get some Quickened Healing for a bit of that sunflower power, spending ki and an action to heal yourself.

5. Bard 1: Despite everything, you’re still you. And You is still a bard! This means you get Performance proficiency to get the crowd on your side, as well as some Spells you can cast using your Charisma. You can also give Bardic Inspiration to your allies a number of times per long rest equal to your charisma modifier. This lets them add a d6 to one of their attack rolls, saving throws, or ability checks.

Speaking of spells, Light will make you the center of attention, either creating a light source out of thin air of turning an object into a free torch. You also get Friends, Charm Person, and Animal Friendship to wrap the world around your finger, because some things never change. If you have to get a bit forceful, you can also use Command, or Cure Wounds if you’re in a more merciful mood.

6. Bard 2: Second level bards are Jacks of All Trades, adding half your proficiency bonus to checks that don’t already use it. As a queen, you have to be well-versed in just about everything. You also get a Song of Rest, adding 1d6 to healing done over short rests. Finally, your Magical Inspiration augments your bardic inspiration. It can now be added to spell damage and healing. 

Speaking of spell damage and healing, Bane does neither of those things. However, it does force a charisma save (DC 8 + proficiency + charisma modifier) on a couple creatures, and the ones that fail subtract 1d4 from all attacks and saves they make for the duration. You’re pretty distracting.

7. Bard 3: Your bard levels aren’t changing things up much from your original setup- yes, you’re still going to the College of Glamour. As a glamour bard, your Mantle of Inspiration can be built using just a use of Inspiration and your bonus action, giving a couple of friendly creatures 5 temporary hp, and the ability to react to move without causing opportunity attacks. 

You can also put on an Enthralling Performance. After you play for at least a minute, you can try to charm a couple people who saw the entire thing, basically turning them into your groupies if they fail a wisdom save. You can use this once per short rest.

Finally, you get Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency bonus in Acrobatics and Performance. You’re good at what you do, and even better at making it look good while you do it.

You can also cast Calm Emotions to soothe enemies or friends alike. Like Guda always says, “An enemy is just a friend that’s still trying to kill you.”

8. Bard 4: Use this ASI to bump up your Charisma for stronger spells and more inspiration.

You can also cast True Strike this level for more accurate strikes, or Enhance Ability to inspire greatness in an ally, giving them advantage on one kind of skill check for the duration.

9. Bard 5: At fifth level your bardic inspiration grows to a d8, and you become a Font of Inspiration. That means your inspiration pops back up on short rests and long ones!

Being a queen isn’t easy. Even if you’re nice you still gotta punish people sometimes. Sometimes that punishment is curses. Bestow Curse can help with that. This is one of those open-ended spells- if your DM’s cool with creativity, you can probably do some nasty stuff with this spell.

10. Bard 6: Sixth level bards can waste an action on Countercharm, giving allies advantage against being charmed or frightened for the round. Alternatively, you can use your Mantle of Majesty as a bonus action, allowing you to cast command for free each bonus action and upon use. Any creature charmed by you automatically fails the save, but this feature uses your concentration, so it’s only really useful with teamwork or your Enthralling Performance. You can use this once per long rest.

We can duplicate the effects of your noble phantasm easy, but none of these really make you a giant glass jellyfish, do they? Major Image can help with that. This creates an illusion that fits within a 20′ square, and you can move it with you too!

11. Monk 5: Bouncing back to monk for an Extra Attack each attack action. You can also make a Stunning Strike, forcing a constitution save (DC 8+proficiency+wisdom modifier) or they’re stunned for the round. (This only works on melee attacks tho, boo hiss.) 

For something more useful, Focused Aim lets you spend 1-3 ki points to add 2-6 to an attack roll. Volleyball is all about that aim.

12. Monk 6: Sixth level monks get Ki Empowered Strikes, making your unarmed attacks magical against resistances. You also become One with the Blade, which makes your kensei weapons magical against resistances, and you can use a Deft Strike to add your martial arts die to your damage once per turn.

You also get another kensei weapon, but it doesn’t really matter what you pick bc we’re still volleyballing here.

13. Monk 7: Once again, you get the super useful Evasion, halving damage from failed dex saves and removing damage from successes. You also get a Stillness of Mind, letting you spend an action to shut down frightening and charming effects.

14. Bard 7: Bouncing back to bard again for some fourth level spells, like Charm Monster. Fish love you, women love you, basically everyone loves you.

15. Bard 8: Use this ASI to bump up your Dexterity for more AC and better attacks. Turns out, monks like dexterity! Who’da thunk it. Your glass dress also gets a bit scarier at this level, turning it into a Phantasmal Killer. If your target fails a Wisdom save, they become frightened, and at the end of each turn they have to make another save or take psychic damage. Technically this makes one of their worst fears, but I bet glass chafes something awful, so I’d count it.

16. Bard 9: Ninth level bards get a stronger song of rest, and you can cast fifth level spells! Dominate Person forces a wisdom save on a creature or they get charmed. While charmed, you can issue commands to the target or take total control of them. You’re a celebrity, you do what you want. And other people do what you want too.

17. Bard 10: Tenth level bards get a d10 for their inspiration, and they get Magical Secrets, two spells from any spell list. Also a cantrip, which makes introducing the spells succinctly a pain in the ass. You get a Thunderclap if you spike the ball hard enough, but the stars of the show are Conjure Volley (yes we got it entirely for the pun) and Find Greater Steed. Horses aren’t practical on a beach, but glass horses aren’t about practicality.

You also get Expertise in athletics and persuasion to truly master volleyball and the popularity that comes with it.

18. Monk 8: Use your last ASI to bump up your Constitution for 18 free hit points.

19. Monk 9: Your unarmored movement improvement lets you literally walk on water, for those dramatic Baywatch-style shots.

20. Monk 10: Your final level gives you a Purity of Body, making you immune to disease and poison. Not the flashiest way to end a build, but I def wouldn’t complain about that right now.

Pros:

Throwing hammers around gives you a range advantage on most melee enemies, and your monk mobility gives you plenty of speed to abuse it with.

Your high dex and kensei features make your shots accurate, and your damage consistent. 

Despite trading half your bard levels for monk, you’re still charming as all hell- literally. Fighting still isn’t your strong suit, but you’ve got plenty of ways to avoid them where possible.

Cons:

YOU ARE USING LIGHT HAMMERS. There isn’t even a stereotype about them in those “what does you favorite weapon say about you” videos because NO ONE USES THEM. Even with being a monk, you still won’t be doing much damage with them. Pulling out all the stops nets you 2d6+1d4+6 Bludgeoning damage at level 20. Let the fighters take care of the fighting, you’ll be a lot happier for it.

A lot of your abilities are tied to inspiration and ki, both of which are limited resources. 

Unless you’ve got an artificer in your group or a generous dm, throwing weapons are a pain to use. You’ve either got to carry around a lot of them (which might be an issue with your dumped strength) or get used to picking them up between attacks.

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ANNA-JULIA “AJ” (JONES) JARLETT

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21 years old

From bath, England

Hockey player as her profession for the past three years

Her position is defense

Their team name is “rowdy alphas”...yeah some team names just didn’t make sense or they’re cringe for no reason at all

Was raised by her mom,(her mom was a teen mom & had her at 17) maternal grandmother, and her paternal aunt (dad’s younger sister, who’s more like a big sister to her at 28)

They’ve made her into the person she is, literally

Her grandmother has a bed and breakfast that they all live in

the house is Victorian style—almost as if they walked right out of charmed! Instead of a big pink house, think yellow AND purple. It was hideous but homey and charming on the inside

growing up in a house with multiple temporary strangers wasn’t odd to aj at all, in fact it felt like the norm. There was always someone around to socialize with so that was quite nice

Her father was a pro baseball player & passed away due to a automobile accident

she has his smile & freckles

aj was also involved in the accident at the age of 6 & miraculously survived with intense injuries

Has scars as a reminder

used to have night terrors because of the accident...it took awhile—years!!! for them to subside

they’re all vague memories now (but the pain is something she’ll always remember) but she preferred it that way

she’s named “Anna” after her mother’s old best friend/roommate and was supposed to be aj’s god mother but she went missing during their uni years

the name“Julia” came from her paternal grandmother who she gets her wide doe eyes from

her athleticism definitely came from her dad

Her mother luckily liked to document things so there’s a bunch of home videos of her dad in them & pictures/scrapbooks that her mom has for safe keeping

She’s more of a klutz, tiny, and wears huge prescription glasses

extremely close to the three most important ladies in her life, so she’s always been able to be open with them about anything!

when she first expressed her interest in liking both genders around 17-18 her paternal aunt was all smirks, “i knew Britney Spears was so your type, yeah?”

more like shakira but Brit was just as pretty

her mother was a “cry baby” so ofc she burst out into tears squeezing aj’s limbs and peppering her face with kisses. She didn’t view her child as anything different... as she shouldn’t & was glad that her daughter trusted them with this significant moment in her life and wanted to be as supportive as she could

got books, watched Ted talks and everything but knew she could come to the source even tho aj was still figuring it out herself

her grandma dipped her head at the new info sitting at the round kitchen table, “been there. had a few broads in my life after and during my marriage with your no good grandad. Thank goodness the bastard died before you even got to meet ‘em.” “Mum!”

what felt like the biggest weight on her chest was lifted. She knew they’d understand but a part of her had a little bit of doubt, she’s heard so many horror stories where those like her didn’t have the support she has and that made her extremely sad to think about

i see her as a person that has/had many friends in secondary. She’s always open to chat and her being on a few sports teams helped her out in her case

very competitive in anything that she does & will guarantee that she’ll beat you. (“ You wanna race to the car from here?”wins. “Who ever cleans the most dishes the fastest gets the last slice of pie.”) majority of the time she’s right but if she loses?? oh don’t let her lose to you, it’s a pity party for the rest of the time ur in her space. Such a sore loser omg

stays active, always working out + has a gym membership and makes sure she goes at least five times a week

she’s very strong, loves leg day & working on her core

she’s about 5’10

loves wearing “gf jeans” since they’re super comfy but doesn’t mind skinny Jeans with rips in the knees every now and then

trainers and chucks are her go-to sneakers

has no issue shopping in the men’s section ‘cause who’s gonna stop her? Nobody that’s who

owner of over a 100 graphic tees + vertical stripped shirts are also her favs, SWEATPANTS/joggers?! How many does she have? A lot. Snapbacks? Plenty. Will she wear them backwards? Obviously.

Physical touch is her love language. She’s comes from a family that has no issue showing their affection by touch. There is NO such thing as personal space and that still stands with aj when it comes to relationships, she sees no other way

It’s what she shows and what she wants in return, if you’re not touching her in some sort of way, then automatically she thinks there’s something wrong or that she did something

Is the jealous type. It has shown in relationships and ruined a relationship or two

Has cheated on a significant other out of pure jealousy & is not proud to admit that

Does have a wandering eye but feels now that she truly understands herself when it comes to relationships, she’ll never act on it again

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I get libra tendencies from her so that’s what I’m sticking with. She likes to keep the peace (unless she’s jealous) , idealistic — always looking on the bright side of things, outgoing, romantic, and professional— especially when it comes to her team; her true leadership comes out, yet she can be indecisive, hates confrontation, self pitying — if things don’t go perfectly how she imagined/planned it to, the world is ending and everyone is out to get her, and can be unreliable—never on time

September libra to be exact

if she’s really in love/taken a interest in you then she gets nervous: blushing, sweaty palms, cracking her knuckles, tongue tied—the whole 9

she’s already defined as a puppy by her coach but when she’s in love? She’s a lovesick puppy!

her fav holiday is Valentine’s Day

thought she was going to be a pro skateboarder growing up but it took one bad fall where she thought she was paralyzed for her to choose something else

she likes her weed on occasion

Obsessed with all types of cheese except cottage, “can I put cheese on this?”

more of a jumpsuit kinda girl or dressy top with jeans & hoops on a night out

has a solid group of mates outside of the hockey team, they’ve all met and hung out a couple of times, as they should since aj feels they’re going to be stuck with her for awhile so why not?

They’re a riot when they all go out, let’s just say that there’s never a dull moment

fav color is periwinkle

enjoys ASMR, mostly in the mornings when she’s waking up. You know how people love podcasts? (Sorry seb & Nicky, she still wants to be on the show soon!) ASMR is her thing

loves tangerines, you can count on it that she’ll have one on her, “where did you pull that from?” “I’ll never share my master plan.” “You’re such a tit.”

Definitely prefers “fresh squeezed” orange juice & will make her own, she has the tools & the strength 😏

Very rare for her to get sick ;) & if she does she’s a complete baby about it

Will fight that she’s sick before she admits it, trying all sorts of horrid remedies & vitamins

loves summer & all things that come with it, the number one thing is leaving bath for however long she can for a new place to enjoy

when she arrived to love island, she was thrilled for the weather. Yes she was looking for love but most importantly a nice get away & that it was (depending on your route that is lol)

closest with seb, vieve, elladine, and tai but don’t tell the others that! (She doesn’t care if you tell Yasmin, honestly)

just because her & seb “dated” and it didn’t work out doesn’t mean they can’t be friends right? It was almost automatic for them to be platonic after it was determined there would be no romance between them, almost like sibs! like those celebs like to say—except this time these two won’t turn around and actually find romance

vieve came with seb so...but no shade aj did like vieve. She gave great advice (while seb sometimes didn’t say the right things unintentionally or what aj needed to hear) when needed, especially from a medical view and is very sweet

elladine was the one who had all the tea & ideas to match, she’s quite organized and always down for DIY’s and could suggest almost anything. If you needed someone to help you get things tidy or match/find your Aesthetic, she’s the friend you call to help

tai was the one she could be a “bro” with, sure elladine has her competive side (or controlling, depends on how you view it) but tai was the one you can run to for much needed “bro hugs”, partying, going to the pubs, playing sports with or against, checking out/flirting with babes, etc...

it was not long after the villa that aj had a revelation with her sexuality & fully owned and labeled herself as a lesbian

She was happy being in relationship with someone else or with herself, life was short and she was young so there wasn’t time to dwell and stress over things so what the hell?! Live your truth the best way you know how ya know?

probably smells like sweet citrus, almond flower, and sea salt

on chest days, she’s a sweets snacker. Loves gummy bears (also with vodka) , swedish fish, sour patch kids, etc...basically shit that sticks to ur teeth

put all her chips into hockey, while it was advised by her Counselors & mum not to do so, aj went about it anyway. She thought about the pros and cons but knew there was nothing else for her. So there were more pros than cons. She was meant to play sports, its what felt right in her soul

Made her feel connected to her father, when she’s on the field she feels that he is with her

 scrunches up her nose when she’s frustrated or confused about something

Doesn’t always grasp concepts right away, she’s a soft dummy but most of us are and that’s okay! We’re all smart in our own ways

Feels like sunflowers are always around her especially if she sees them wherever she is. They must symbolize SOMETHING, therefore she loves them

spf queen. All about it, get with it or let the sunrays ruin ur skin that’s on u

loves a good filet mignon medium-well & is probably the only good thing she knows how to make alongside a salad, baked potatoes, & her oj

sucker for romantic-comedies...it’s basically her life duh!

If she has a dog, it’s a Dalmatian or Great Dane. She needs a companion that’ll keep up with her

loves kissing, it’s her favorite form of intimacy

Quarantine life included the push up challenge for her. Gaining a few pounds in muscle and fat, bothering seb via ft, viewing old letters she wrote to her dad, spending time with her fav ladies since they were now restricted from having guests in their home, and letting boredom consume her + she hated the whole lockdown that came with it, she hated being indoors for long periods of time but she knew that’s what partly needed to be done

Posts a lot of beach, park, outings with her friends & team, moments with her fav ladies, workout videos, and guests at the b&b with their permission and if only she befriends them along the way. She’s just as active on the socials as she is in rl but she’s not obsessed with it, she knows how to live in the now. She’s all about balance!

I also feel like she never keeps her phone charged and it’s always dying on her! She had a car charger but...that’s a jungle. She needs to invest in a portable charger stat

crushing on/finds attractive: Jared Padalecki, Keanu Reeves, Barrett Doss, Camilla Luddington, Sandra Bullock, Adrian Kempe, Harry Kirton, Anya Taylor-Joy, Haley Lu Richardson, Naomi Osaka, Ming & Aoki Lee Simmons

who does she listen to? Shakira lol!! Bea Miller, Dua Lipa, Daya, XYLØ, Elley Duhé, Stela Cole, Aloe Blacc, Maroon 5, Lewis capaldi, Charlie Puth, girl in red, Hayley kiyoko, king princess, dodie, & tessa violet

Anthem: Icona Pop — we got the world

[kikyoinuyashashipper]

Anime, is anime. Nothing is gonna be or look as it should. Whether it's a specific anime or anything else, but also this is facts 😂 I wonder what I'd look like if I was a anime character 🤔?

One of The awesome,funny and honestly interesting thing about it.

Things are not always as they seem, they could look one way but be absolutely the opposite and visaversa, not only is this kinda realistic in a wayis, let me exonerate, people are all different whether it be skin color sizes,hair color, personalities and whatnot, there are also those in real life that look older than they actually are, and the same can be said for the opposite, there are people that look younger than they actually are, and as of recently I've noticed the Loli controversy is starting up again, I personally don't really care for loli's that much like I have a crush on one like honey senpai is shouta(male older than he looks because he has child like features opposite of Loli ) I'll just turn myself into a Loli to be with him no big deal, don't get me wrong the Loli and shouta are adorable and really cool at times, but for me when I simp over a character I'm kinda into those like ban 7deadly sins(got them abs😆) but if you show me a image of them "aged up" or more defined and with more mature looking features (abs) that's what I'm into you show me an adorable anime guy like mitsukuni Haninozuka imma be pinching cheeks and snuggles, and eating cake, and stealing a kiss or 2 that's, now I've seen mitsukuni with more mature features/having puberty/growth spurt hitting him hard and I simp, and this is me with preference I guess you can say, I like anime abs, I don't mind a guy that's cute and chubby tho because I can just imagine them with abs and I simp, and without abs I'm also a person who admires a great personality not just the body, like Viktor from Yuri on ice I haven't seen it yet but I at least know his name but he's adorable chubby and smoking when he loses the weight 🤤🔥❤️.

And no matter what age they originally are, I'm not going to be thinking about that, I'll be thinking of me and that character I like regardless, if the character is younger ,then I'm younger and we will hold hands, and get ice cream, puppy love, if we are older still holding hands, and getting ice cream and throw in the romantic aspect, such as dates marriage, having intercourse, having kids,a future, growing old together,then dying and going to heaven together yeah I can imagine that as well, I can change them older or younger or myself older or younger because it is fiction and a fantasy and there is no reality, it can be whatever I want in the fantasy if I imagine a age difference since imma girl and their the boy if I'm older I automatically think of omgoodness he's in love with his senpai, or his best friends mom, or his babysitter, or with the older single lady who helped him once when he was little who he spent time with over time having fun, like going to the park talking about videogames,or other normal everyday stuff, who he grew a crush on over time and feels it turned into something more when he got older, her thinking of him as a child until he matured/legal age out of school already and he made moves on her showing he wanted to be anything but a child with her,her not accepting his feelings,yet over time he grows on her and her feelings change and decides to give him a chance, then they get married and live happily ever after, same thing if it's the opposite way. How a character looks despite age depends on the creator as in most cases age isn't important for the moral or for the telling of the story. Now for definitions, Loli has 2 definitions and both go for this word. Loli is a female child, that's one definition now here's the 2nd definition as well Loli also means a adult or person of legal age who has the attributes, features, or characteristics of a child while being anything but that.

Shouta is the opposite of Loli its a male child/ a adult who has the attributes/features/characteristics of a child but is anything but that.

In real life I have been mistaken as a child/minor I've been told I looked 12 or 16 very rarely ever got an answer above those ages highest I got was 20 something. When I got called 12 I was a 17 (turning 18 after graduation) senior in highschool, even the freshman thought I was one of them. Now I'm 19 gonna be 20 soon and am out of school and was called a 16 yr old by a 17 year old girl still in highschool.

I guess I could be defined as a Loli when I'm anything but a child.

Yet I'm also well endowed on my upper half of my body and have back pain because of it, in other words I got a pair of tits, and was called a hentai girl, by other people who liked manga and anime as well, even though I was called a child by others. So I have in body mature features (defined by a person or two as a hentai body),by my face I'm a Loli and look like a child(also defined by a person or two as younger than I am) when I'm a adult. So I'mma Loli hentai girl in the real world? No idea, but wait I can't define myself by fictional standards? correct. so imma human being who looks younger than they are.

Imma tag everyone I can.

This can actually go for all aspects of animation not just anime, Princess's are from 14+ snow white was 14 fun fact there, wouldn't really be able to tell. Age difference is in everything, and I still enjoy snow white it's actually one of my favorite Disney films before and after I even knew this information, and I honestly have no problem with it, mostly because for that time it's considered normal, and I was a kid and just saw a princess movie, I didn't think that their ages were relevant to the story/stories. Besides sleeping beauties 16 got spindle pricked on a spinning wheel and fell into a deep sleep, Wich was going to be death but was changed. In the original sleeping beauty, she was put to sleep for 100years as was her kingdom, the kingdom was covered in brambles/thorns (rose thorns to be specific but they didn't bloom because they were enchanted and used for defense to make sure the spell couldn't be broken), and each time someone thought to go near, or try to save the kingdom to free it's people the ground would break open underneath them swallowing them up, right where the brambles/thorns started at the end of the kingdom, so even if they managed to get past the area where the earth broke the enchanted thorns (rose thorns) would rip them to shreds, with their blood and bodies fertilizing the ground and the thorns would grow. This happened for many years until everyone forgot about it, then finally 100 years had passed and the roses finally bloomed, a prince was coming through and had heard of the kingdom and of the many who lost their lives trying to enter and was going to explore and see if he can find a way in, to see the beauty that was rumoured to live there. When he arrives the Thorn's were in bloom and the ground didn't break but allowed him to pass, the thorns actually even made way for him to go through. When he got into the kingdom he saw everything and everyone fast asleep noone had aged a day, then he explored and discovered the princess and this is where it gets kinda dark compared to Disney's version. So rape trigger warning don't read unless you want and can handle it.

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The prince saw the beauty and instead of doing true loves kiss to break the spell, he raped her multiple times and then he left and never returned. Beauty then became pregnant while still asleep, she had twins, and as they wriggled around searching to breastfeed one of them caught onto her finger with the spindle splinter in her finger, it sucked on her finger and managed to get the splinter out, Wich then awoke the princess and the rest of the kingdom, who was a very confused princess, and now a new mother with no idea who "prince charming" was. And that's actually the original telling of sleeping beauty, there are other versions that are less dark,but this is the original as far as I know and the oldest I could find that was in English.

[arty-e]

What can you say about Opal XXI, I became interested in her after your revealed that her mother died early and that her marriage was arranged

Ok here we go!

Opal XXI was the daughter of Opal XX (diamonds really didn’t try to hard their names) and King-Consort Morgan. When she was six her mother died of Preeclampsia when giving birth to Jasper (he is Kellans father and Lezabel’s first spouse). Upon her death Opal XXI automatically became the King of Diamonds however she wasn’t queen and was still just a princess. Her father became regent and pretty much ruled Diamonds until she turned 18. During this time Morgan was really unpopular and so were his family, he worried that soemthing could happen to his daughter once she became queen officially so arranged a marriage between her and the son of the then Ten of Diamonds, the Labelle family (they are now the five of Diamonds). The day after Opal’s coronation she married Cobalt (who was 17).

Opal was actually a really good queen and King of Diamonds. Unlike her predecessors and her successors she was level-headed and didn’t party as much as most diamonds did. She was however a control freak who wanted to know what was happening and she had sign off on everything. While she worked her husband politics with the other nobles convincing them to hand more money over to the royal treasury to fund different things Opal had set up. She opened hundreds of mines all over Diamonds and funded smaller business to make them bigger.

She wanted to make a trade deal with Hearts. Where Diamonds and Clubs were allies and had their treaty Opla also wanted to trade with the other kingdoms to bring in more wealth for diamonds (she was a money hoarder). She couldn’t with Spades since it was busy isolating itself and hissing at anyone who tried to interact with it. And Jokers did their own thing that didn’t work with how the rest of Cards di things. She made a peace deal with Hearts marrying off her little brother to Lezabel. This went well for around three years until Opal’s control freak nature set in and imprisoned Lezabel in Diamonds in hopes that her child would be born a diamond and making Hearts heir a diamond thus making Hearst a satellite state. Didn’t work out like that tho and a war started which ultimately lead to her brothers death.

She had two children with Cobalt, Onyx and Jade. Onyx was easily shaped by his father into being a standard man in Diamonds society (being married off to whoever and being charming and polite) while Jade was much more of a party goer and did whatever she pleased throwing parties at the many estates her family owned. However when Jade was 18 and gave birth to Opal XXII, Opal XXI shut that shit down. She forced more responsibilities on to her daughter keeping her busy and away from the party life. Since they didn’t know who Opal’s father was Cobalt was the one look after his granddaughter while Jade and Opal were busy working or Jade runnning off to wherever to party or schmooze with people. Opal found her inability to control her daughter stressful and infuriating as she had control over everything else in her life.

When Cobalt died from a riding accident Opal became very depressed and just through herself into her work and making sure she had control of everything else in her life. She loved her granddaughter who she saw herself in and gave up on teaching her own daughter how to rule Diamonds properly and focused on teaching Opal XXII instead.

Opla XXI died from a heart attack when she was just 60 years old. Mostly because of her high blood pressure. Jade was the King of Diamonds for five years before her own death when a candle fell and killed her in her room as she slept leaving Opal XXII the next King of Diamonds.

And that’s the life and death of Opal Diamant XXI. WHOOP!

[skittymon]

Finally finished Tales of Eternia!! 

And that makes 11th tales games finished and 15th overall played in some degree (Phantasia, Legendia, Innocence, and DotNW being the ones I havent finished yet).

Once I started again in December I decided that instead of liveblogging I’d make a review at the end instead.

So here we go! I will keep this spoiler free as possible!

I’m pretty scatterbrained but I’ll try to divide this into: combat, story, characters, and other game mechanics.

Combat: So obviously, the combat is above Phantasia and Destiny’s, being made after them. I honestly have grown fond of the 2d linear style format. There’s so many different boss fights in this game that can only work in a 2d field rather than 3d. 

On the flip side, that’s not always a good thing. I count bosses like the wild dog thing in Vesperia, and Fodra Queen of Graces to be among the hardest mandatory boss fights in tales. Welp, Eternia added one to the ranks. Rem (aka Aska the light spirit) is one of the most frustrating boss fights I’ve done. Apart from constantly slowing healing itself, on the field it brings a shiny ball with it. You cannot destoy the orb, it’s there all fight, and if you touch it it hurts you. And of course it blocks the way to Rem. There is a way past it, it moves up and down so you just have to wait until its up to move past. BUT GUESS WHAT THE AI DOESNT DO. So your party will probably either be dying or constantly in pain. AND REM CAN MOVE THE ORD ANYWHERE. Also you cant physically hit Rem while its casting a spell only far away skills. So if you ever play this game just cheese it and spam variations of Sonic Blade.

Of course, on the flip side it’s every easy for you to cheese boss fights and just back them up into a corner unable to move or do anything until they die, so it evens out.

The sprite animations for the artes are gorgeous. Reid moves so fluidly in his artes, he’s honestly my third favorite protag to play as behind Yuri and Ludger because of this. The caster animations are great as well, granted it can become cluttered and hard to see in when artes like blizzard and earth shaker are used. BUT GOD DAMN I CAN WATCH MEREDY USE METEOR ALL DAY IT LOOKS SO COOL.

Nitpicks about the combat system are, Life, the reviving spell Farah has, takes to long to charge, and for Meredy and Keele to use healing artes you have to mix and match who has what craymel (spirit). There might be a guide but I didnt look beyond reddit so Life was the only resurrection spell I had. 

Last nitpick comes from the Aurora Artes. Aurora Artes are skills only Reid can use, but in order to use them you have to have health below 15% and press circle, square, and x at the same time, so it’s very easy to mess up and die. Then to use more Aurora Artes you press the same buttons repeatedly, and after you use them Reid is left with 1 hp. AND the final boss has an automatic kill skill, you have to press the buttons at the right time to activate it and keep everyone alive, or you can cheese it like I did and have Farah hold a reverse doll to revive her after she dies. Did I also mention this skill happens in phase 2 of the fight when the bosses health is less than 20,000 after starting from 300,000? If you fuck up thats like 10mins of redoing.

But to end on a better note for this section, I love the way artes are learned. You have to use certain artes a number of times before you can unlock it (I THINK abyss and vesperia and many others are like this but this is the first time I found it rewarding). I grinded like hell to get the best artes for Reid AND YOU BET IT WAS WORTH IT. Omega Demon Chaos I love you,,,,

Story: Like countless other Tales titles, the conflict comes from two worlds being at odds with each other. However this game does something that none of the other games have done with this story beat. Language barriers! It’s super cool in the first couple of hours theyre just trying to figure out how to talk with Meredy. Of course by the end this point is nearly dropped entirely, everyone else just getting the special ear ring I spent 3 hours to get so the plot can move on.

Like most tales, theres a moment you thought the story would end but BOOM the twist. I wasn’t shocked by it, but that’s because I knew who the final antagonist of the game was prior to playing it, but still it was executed well. 

Something that makes this Tales stand out is how they deal with backstory. So the main fours backstory is vital to the story and their characters but they don’t show it till like 20 hours in. It’s like if Graces you start off in main arc and learn about the childhood arc 2/3 of the way through and went “ohhhh that’s why they were distant with each other.” And other stuff about it but I won’t spoil it.

Overall a good story, though I do feel like I’m missing things either from missing some side quests, or because of no skits.

Characters: The main ones to shine are the four main characters (Reid, Farah, Keele, and Meredy), everyone else literally is either one dungeon and/or optionable. Chat does still feel like a character being the owner of the Van Elita aka means of transportation for half the game. Max and Ras tho rip. ESPECIALLY MAX. Ya know how every tales there’s the mandatory Talk Before The Final Battle? Yea well they all get one except Max. You see him, but he doesnt talk, YET THEY CRAYMELS DO.

Another odd, yet charming, thing is that there’s no big moment of character development for anyone like Luke cutting his hair, Magilou keeping the portal open, or punch in the face like Alvin. They just. Slowly change. And its really weird cause for all of disc 1 Keele is basically an unbearable asshole and he just? Learns to be a better person from everything he sees? There’s no callout or moment of realization, he just slowly learns and it’s super refreshing. 

Reid is probably one of the most relatable protagonists up there with Jude. I’m sure most of you know the “he doesn’t want to do shit lol” persona he has BUT GOD WHY HE’S LIKE THAT BABY I LOVE YOU. Farah’s personality is also explained in the backstory, so for any of you crestoria players that Farah’s backstory is really different like how Emil’s is, but the sentiment of why she’s like that is the same and stem for a similar event.

Meredy’s also great. I thought I’d get annoyed of her and her “You bet!” but god when she says it the last time at the end of the game, I was pretty moved. I wish I knew more about her backstory but I’m pretty sure a certain section of her life info was left to skits and ya know we didn’t get those till Symphonia :)))

As antagonists go, besides the Craymels who are there to test you before you get their power, there’s just two. Main boss and their lackey. The lackey is eh. You see him once at the beginning of the game, then see him destroy a  city, then one last time where you kill him. You do get his backstory and stuff but eh I’m usually not fond of tales mini villains minus Chimerad, God Generals, and Artorius’s lackeys

The main antagonist tho, I really don’t wanna spoil it but it’s hard to talk about why I’m conflicted on it without spoiling. So it’s like Destiny’s final boss but written better in some part and worse in others. So at one point it’s super emotional and pretty powerful with the message eternia wants to send but at the same points its a jrpg where you gotta kill god cause he doesn’t think humans are worth it. 

Oh one more thing thats honestly hilarious, there’s literally SINGLE animated cutscene by Production I.G in this entire game minus the op. 

Other things: the amount of mini games in this game is insane, but the amount you have to do IN JUST THE SECOND DISC to continue the plot is more than any other tales game I can recall. Some of them are fun like the card game, others like the bomb one I want to throw in a fire. 

There’s also so much Destiny pandering in this game. There’s portraits of the characters, you can collect lens, I’m 95% sure the way a certain character is done is because they wanted another Leon, you can SUMMON THE SWORDIAN USERS ARE AS AN ACTUAL SUMMON. While all Phantasia gets is the cameo battle and the Eternal Sword. I mean I didn’t mind cause I’ve finished Destiny and it’s one of my fav tales games but damn it was pretty obvious. 

EXPLORATION IS SO FUN IN THIS GAME. Mainly near the end when you have free reigns. YOU CAN DIVE UNDERWAY AND EXPLORE THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA WHAT OTHER TALES GAME LETS YOU DO THAT??? 

In conclusion: A fun game! I don’t think it was worth 133 dollars tho consider my play file was 35 hours and thats with a good chuck of side quests and ex bosses. Probably in my top 5 combat systems of tales and final villains, but not in terms of story or characters. A really hope it gets remastered soon I’d love for more people to play it.

[artificialqueens]

Technicolor (Shalaska) Chapter 1 - Catrina

A/N: Hello! Hope you had a great Christmas if you celebrate it! I’m back with the first chapter of Technicolor, a 4.2 words mess that just came out of my brain and I hope you like it. It’s fanfiction, so loosen up!

BY THE WAY! I have a blog, it's @the-glitter-skeleton, feel free to go and talk to me, give me your opinions about this fic or anything.

Story summary: The powerful Alaska Thunder knew her life was boring, like a monochromatic painting she was stuck in. So when she meets a charming mess with thick lips called Sharon Needles, Alaska knew she would be the perfect push that her life needed to go into technicolor.

Chapter summary: Sharon crashes into Alaska’s life in weird circumstances, making her to realize she’s nothing she had expected. But one way or another… Alaska likes it.

Chapter one: “Pictures”

It was gonna be a rough day and Alaska knew it. She knew it from the moment the sun started raising up and the light attacked her eyes through the window. She rolled her body on the bed, escaping from the sunlight as her arms scratched looking for something to hold. She finally opened her eyes with surprise and confusion when she didn’t find that something.

Alright, that something didn’t exist. She forgot the fact that se lived alone. Again. Her head burned with that thought.

Her mother was probably right, she needed someone. More specific, a wife, but her mother wouldn’t like that. She still dreamed about Alaska having a handsome husband and children on a big old house even when her daughter had told her she liked women.

Alaska was sick of that idea and prayed everyday of it to never happen.

She sighed as she made her best to get off of the bed, the sheets feeling like roses against her skin protecting her from the cold weather, the pillow smelling delicious. She wanted to stay and sleep a little more, but her million of responsibilities couldn’t wait.

With her eyes still half closed and her mind stormed with diverse thoughts about the day she just stared, she took a quick shower and got dressed with her formal black pencil skirt and a white blouse over her underwear. She reached her phone as she put her black high heels on sitting on the bed and walked through the hall and stairs to the kitchen. She knew the salad Willam made the day before was still there, making Alaska’s necessity to cook luckily null. She was a mess cooking. At the beginning, her mother thought that was the reason she hadn’t a husband. Alaska laughed at the memory of her mother telling her about some cooking lessons (“to find a cute guy!” was what she had said), and her smile fading as she told her how disgusting men were.

Alaska turned her phone on only to go to the contacts list and press on the first name that popped up.

“Hello Miss Thunder! Good morning! Did you sleep well?” the sweet voice of her assistant on speaker received her.

“Yeah Courtney, I did” she replied with a smile, even when she knew Courtney couldn’t see her. She started to comb her long blond hair in front of the mirror next to the stairs, waiting for it to get dry. “What about you and your little project for the office? Any trouble?”

“Not yet, Miss! Everyone is arriving with their children. It’s adorable! Oh, Harry just arrived! And with his daughter!”

“Really? How is her?” Alaska asked, her smile becoming bigger.

Harry had been working on Alaska’s insurances company even before she was in charge. He was one of her best employees, always early and always ready for work, always helping Alaska. She had made a great friendship with the older man, who had told her about his beautiful family; his wife Theresa and his wonderful daughter Sharon.

“Well, she has pretty black hair, and looks a lot like Harry” Courtney said and Alaska giggled, finishing combing her hair. “She looks like she popped out of a horror movie”

That was definitely Sharon.

Alaska remembered the picture Harry had on his desk. A little girl with no more than 7 years of age in a Halloween decorated background. She was dressed as a witch, holding a plastic pumpkin. Alaska thought she was adorable.

She had listened stories about her a thousand times, Harry always said his Sharon was a little special.

Even when Alaska never thought of having kids, she loved them. And Harry’s daughter seemed just too cute to ignore.

“Gotta go Court, but I’ll be there for the party later. Be careful, okay?” she took the phone once her hair was perfectly done.

“Of course, Miss Thunder! Thank you for letting me do this, you’re the best boss. Bye!”

Alaska didn’t bother to answer and finally hung up with a impossible to erase smile since Courtney’s words made her pride raise.

A couple of knocks in the door made her jump in her spot. “Alaska! I’m here! Open the door!” someone yelled from the other side.

Alaska groaned, walking to receive Willam. Today was work day for her and Alaska would drive her to a photoshoot near to her work building.

“You’re early” that’s everything Alaska said once she opened the door for Willam to come in.

“You would be mad if I was late so shut up” the shorter girl said before grabbing Alaska’s arm and forcing her head down to kiss her cheek. “Good morning to you too, bitch. Have you eaten yet?”

Alaska is about to say no, when she analyzed the probabilities. Willam would be mad about it, and she would start talking about how important breakfast is, which Alaska doesn’t give a fuck about.

“I was waiting for you” she sighed.

“Alaska, we’ve talked about this a million times, you’re a terrible liar” Willam walks inside the like it was her own, going to the kitchen Alaska and throwing her purse on the couch in her way.

Alaska automatically closed the door and followed Willam. She looked at her couch, already filled with Willam’s purse and coat, and even when she wanted to yell at her for being a disaster, she only breathed out loudly.

“I’m not lying, I was busy”

“Ugh, how do you even survive? All I see are instant soups and rotten bread in your kitchen” Willam said in distaste, looking in the drawers something eatable.

“When will you stop worrying that much about me?” Alaska giggled as her mood changed. She opened the fridge to take the salad she had cooked last night.

“Hmm, never maybe? You’re fucking rich Alaska, and you survive from this shit? You could go to any fancy restaurant and order everything in the menu without any trouble. You don’t have to depend on my fucking food”

“Again, I’m fine, Willam” Alaska sat on the table and invited her friend to sor next to her. “Now come here and eat with me”

“Whatever. Always you’re healthy” with a sigh Willam took a fork and handed it to Alaska.

“It’s cute the way you worry about me even when you say you don’t give a fuck” Alaska said with a sly smile making her friend to roll her eyes once she sat next to her.

“It’s not that, your mom would kill me if she knows I let you die” the sentence, even when had a little of truth in it, made Alaska chuckle.

“She would be devastated, wouldn’t she?” she said without stopping chewing a piece of tomato.

“Eww, that’s disgusting! Swallow before you fucking talk” this time Alaska was the one who rolled her eyes, pricking some lettuce with a fork. “And don’t joke about that. Your mom would probably get worse than the time you told her you eat pussy and instead of dicks”

“Don’t remind me that!” she replied in the middle of Willam’s laughter. She couldn’t help laughing with her. They stayed silent for a moment after that; Alaska eating and Willam checking her phone until Alaska spoke again. “By the way, she called me last night”

“Your mother? Calling you like everyday just to control your life as she used to do when you lived with her? Such a surprise” Willam said in a sarcastic tone, not bothering to look up of her phone. Alaska looked over her shoulder, she was checking porfiles in her favorite dating app, which she talked wonders about. She even tried Alaska to install it once, but fortunately she didn’t get it. “Sounds interesting tho, she never calls you at night. What did she want?”

“Just to check everything was fine before go with my dad to Florida. She asked about you, I told her you were sucking some old man’s dick out there”

“Accurate. And aw, Christina is a cutie. She’s the only one that actually worries about my ass”

“She also said she’s visiting us next month” Alaska said and this time Willam sighed.

“I’d rather die. But whatever. Her food is good. And maybe she can make you eat better and fix your life for fucking once” she said, gaining a groan from her friend.

Alaska’s time with Willam used to pass really fast, they talked about any dumb stuff that could cross their minds and could bring a whole conversation out of it. Alaska knew that was why they had an amazing friendship.

“It’s almost nine, we should get going” Alaska sighed, looking at her watch. “I don’t wanna let Courtney alone in the office so long”

“I still don’t get all the parents party thing she did today. What was it for?” Willam waited for Alaska to finish her salad before she got up and took her stuff from the couch.

“Just for fun. She said when her father worked as a lawyer he took her to his office every year and since almost all the office have kids we thought it would be great for them to bring them and learn what their parents do for living and how they break their ass everyday to pay the bills”

Alaska took her purse, work backpack and coat as Willam replied with a simple “cool”. She was already going to the door when Alaska finished grabbing everything she needed for her day at work.

Ten minutes later, Alaska stopped the car in the spot designed for her in front of the huge building. The windows were open as usual but this time she didn’t see people with papers and laptops in their hands walking around as she got to the door. No, this time she saw kids running, playing, laughing with their parents. It was such a pretty scenario Alaska loved to see.

“Okay so I’m gonna go now, thanks for the ride” Willam got out of the car in a messy way, holding her purse and the coffee Alaska has bought for her before. “Bye bitch!”

Alaska didn’t bother to turn around and reply, she simply waved at her friend and continued her way to the door. Inside, the receptionist was in her usual spot in her desk waiting to meet her. She was, along with Alaska and Courtney, one of the youngest people in the company.

“Good morning, Jinkx” Alaska smiled at her, taking the assistance book and checking who had arrived before her. She took a pen and signed on the current date, before looking up at the ginger girl in front of her. “What a day, am I wrong?”

“And it’s only starting!” Jinkx said with a grin. “And good morning, miss Thunder. Do you want me to organize your schedule and send it to you now?”

“Yeah, that would be great. After that you can go home” Alaska said taking her coat off. She looked at the floor just one second and when her eyes were on Jinkx again, she could her huge smile.

“Are you serious, miss Thunder!?”

“Yeah, sure. Take the rest of the day off. It’s Friday and I only have five meetings, plus all this family party thing is making my heart soft. You said your mom was on town right? Go visit her” she said simply.

“You are definitely the best boss ever, Alaska!” she wanted to correct Jinkx and make clear how much she disliked being called Alaska at work but the girl seemed so happy she didn’t wanna ruin it, so she just smiled. “I’m gonna organize your meetings for today and send them right now ma'am!”

Alaska nodded and walked through the office, greeting people and children and even more children she would ever imagine. Any kid seemed to be afraid of her at the beginning, since none of them wanted to say hi, until their parents told them she was the boss and immediately their shyness disappeared. The kids probably didn’t know what that meant, but the word sounded powerful.

“Hello! This is Lucy, my best friend. She likes your hair” a little girl said to Alaska, showing her a teddy bear. Her mother laughed nervously, holding her shoulders.

“She has a lot of imagination” she said to Alaska.

“It’s fine” she smiled, getting on her knees to be at the same height that the little girl. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Natalie, miss”

“Well Natalie, mine is Alaska. Nice to meet you” she caressed the teddy bear in her pretty little hands. “And thanks, Lucy! You’re sooooo pretty”

“Lucy says you’re pretty too!” the little girl smiled with excitement, holding out the teddy bear.

“That’s going right to my self-esteem” Alaska joked. She looked down at the purse and backpack in her hands and sighed. “Gotta go, it was a pleasure to meet you and your friend. Will see you around”

“Thanks Alaska!” Natalie smiled wide.

Alaska got up and walked to her office at the end of the hall. When she got to the door, she realized two things: one, it was already open and two, someone was lying on the pink little couch on the corner she used to lay on in her breaks.

She frowned and got closer to get a better look. It was a girl with abundant black hair and pair skin, her eyes were closed so Alaska just guessed she was asleep. She looked back at the door, thoughtful. Her office was supposed to be closed until she arrived, Courtney knew that. Then why was it open? And who was the girl in her couch?

The girl opened her eyes slowly, making Alaska breath in with nervousness. She got up, sitting on the couch with slow moves as she was just waking up.

“What the fuck!?” she gasped in a mix of surprise and confusion when her look finally fell on Alaska. “Who are you?”

“I think I should be the one doing questions since you’re in my office” Alaska joked as she scratched the back of her neck and looked down in an attempt to relax.

“Oh… you must be Alaska” her surprise seemed to fade away as a sly smile appeared on her lips. “My father told me a lot about you”

Alaska winked a couple of times, hoping she misheard. “Your what?”

“My father. He works here” the girl said, fixing her hair and nodding at Alaska, almost convincing her she wasn’t lying.

Alaska walked to her desk to leave her purse, backpack and coat. She would leave them in the pink couch usually, but since the girl was there, Alaska didn’t wanna get too close.

“So… who’s your father?” she asked casually, trying to not sound as upset as she was internally. Who in the hell would be so irresponsable to leave her daughter in an office that wasn’t theirs?

“Sharon! There you are!” a yell sounded from the door. Alaska turned on her heels quickly, not believing her ears. There was Harry, shaken up and with a relaxed look in his eyes. “Don’t disappear like that, I’ve been looking for you”

“Sorry dad… at least I had the chance to meet your friend” the girl smiled from the couch, pointing at Alaska with her eyes.

“Oh, miss Thunder” Harry greeted a very shocked Alaska. “I’m so sorry for this mess in your office”

“I just wanted to sleep a little bit” Alaska’s eyes immediately went to the girl, who was talked as the most innocent human being.

“I know, darling. I know. Now come here” Harry said, smiling lovingly at her. She got up and ran at him, turning to Alaska when he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Miss Thunder, I’d like to introduce you my daughter Sharon”

Alaska was speechless. All the anger had gone, only a mix of confusion and shock was left.

“Your… daughter?” she swallowed hard. Luckily for Alaska, those years in the company had taught her something very important: how to react fast. “I’m sorry, today isn’t my creative day. Hello Sharon, nice to meet you finally. Your father had told me wonders about you”

She walked through the room to them —Sharon seemed a little bored since Alaska had came back to her mind and it made Alaska wondered if her confusion was funny for her— holding her hand out, ready for Sharon to shake it.

Sharon smiled as she shook her hand, and even when is was the fakest smile Alaska had ever seen, it was cute. No, wait, why did she think it was cute? It wasn’t. The little wrinkles besides her eyes and her breathtaking eyes and her pale cheeks and her huge —surely fake too— lips weren’t cute. Or at least that was what Alaska tried to convince herself of. After all, that would be weird.

Alaska let her hand go and she regretted it immediately. Her skin was so soft, she could touch it forever. But again, that’d be weird.

“Miss Thunder is the CEO of this company. I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from her, sweetheart” Harry said proudly as Sharon rolled her eyes.

Sharon opened her mouth, ready to talk when someone knocked the door. It was Courtney, with her agent in her hand and a baby in the other. “Hello! Sorry for stepping in, but one of Harry’s clients just called for assistance”

“Oh, could you tell them I’m busy? I’ll call them later” Harry said with pity. Alaska’s eyes went down just to see Sharon smirking at her.

That was enough, she needed to do something. Even when she knew she would regret it.

“Go, Harry; clients are our priority, remember?” Alaska said with a persuasive grin, again, one of the things the company had taught her. “Sharon can stay at my office”

“Would you take care of her while I take the call?” he asked, still unsure. Alaska nodded, her smile becoming bigger and tilting her head from one side to another.

“Come on dad, I can take care of myself, I’m not a little girl” with Sharon’s words, Harry finally gave up and apologized for going.

Courtney closed the door behind them. Immediately, Alaska heard Sharon sighing.

“Finally he’s fucking gone” she muttered. “He has been talking all day about me learning about you and your career, he says that would change my life and shit…”

Alaska swallowed hard. She was about to explode. “I’m sorry, but… if you don’t mind… how old are you!?” she asked in a breathe.

Sharon opened her eyes wide, enjoying at Alaska’s despair. And of course, already smirking. Alaska started thinking Sharon liked seeing her in a bad mood. “Why does that drive you so crazy? Did you expect something different from me?”

“Well, yes!” Alaska replied. “What I was expecting was a baby! I thought you were no more than 7 years old”

Sharon’s laugh filled the office. It was a sweet sound and Alaska definitely wanted to hear more of it, but a pale pink color filled her cheeks when she realized she was making fun of her.

“And why would you think that?” Sharon stopped her laughter just to take some air, but the smile kept adorning her face.

“It’s not my fault. Have you seen the picture in your dad’s desk?”

“Oh, yeah, that one. What can I say? My dad likes old pics” Sharon shrugged.

“How old are even you?” Alaska sat on the couch. Sharon, without thinking of it more than a second, sat next to her.

“I’m 21” Sharon looked down to touch Alaska’s knee with her own. “But… I think we’ve talked about me so much already, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

The corner of Alaska’s mouth raised on a little smile. This was the first time she had seen Sharon talking without her usual smug tone and smirk. And was she enjoying it? Of fucking course.

“There’s not much. My name is Alaska Thunder, I’m 27, I’m CEO of one of the biggest companies in Pennsylvania, last month I was in the cover of the most prestigious business magazine as the woman of the year…”

“Are you bragging?” Sharon smiled.

“I’m not!” Alaska laughed. “Well, maybe I am. Just a little bit”

“That’s good. My dad says bragging is the result of success” Sharon’s smile faded. “Of course he talks a lot about it since he thinks I’d never know what it is…”

“Do you mind if I ask… what happens with…”

“My dad and I?” Sharon finished for her, smiling sadly and avoiding her look. “Don’t worry baby. He just hates what I do for living”

Alaska’s heart jumped in her chest at the pet name. She tried to calm herself, Sharon was her employee’s daughter after all. She had to be professional.

“And what do you…” she looked down and scratched the back of her neck as a nervous tic. “Do?”

“I’m a make up artist. I work for models and stores” Alaska breathed with relief. For a moment she thought it was be something bad or illegal. “He had a dream of me having the same career as him and when he knew his sweet, polite and so well educated babygirl wanted that… he saw red”

Alaska chuckled ironically. “Isn’t it funny when our parents expect something from us and we just wanna do the opposite?”

“Has it happened to you? How?” Sharon asked, not even bothering to hide her curiosity.

“Would you keep a secret?” Alaska whispered on Sharon’s ear. She nodded excitedly. “My parents were so happy when I told them I was gonna be a business bitch… and then, my dad gave me his company, so they were even happier. All my life they’ve loved and supported me and I knew I was the perfect daughter… and then my mom said she wanted grandchildren they had to know I’m lesbian”

Sharon didn’t look that shocked.

“Oh my Satan. So the woman of the year is a lesbian?” she couldn’t help but to smile. “Rich, beautiful, funny… any girl would die for you. Why are you single?”

“I have a very specific type” Alaska shrugged.

“Hmm… I see. Can I know how your type is?” she looked down to Alaska’s lips, not even trying to hide the hint she was throwing.

“Well… my type has to be…” Alaska swallowed hard. She couldn’t help but to look at Sharon’s lips as well, she wanted so bad to kiss them.

Her mouth was only at inches from hers, she could even feel her sweet smell filling her nose.

“Would be like me? Would you date me, Alaska? Am I your type?” she asked, as low as possible.

Fuck professionalism, Alaska thought.

She pushed forward to smash their lips on a kiss. A hungry, desesperate kiss. She felt Sharon biting her bottom lip only a few seconds after, what made her do a little jump in her spot. Her arms easily find their way to Sharon’s sides, running on the soft skin of her arms.

Sharon felt on top of the world with the little moves of Alaska’s lips against hers. She had fantasied about that moment since she saw Alaska, with her adorable frown from the confusion of seeing Sharon on her office.

Sharon broke the kiss for a moment to ask Alaska where her phone was. She gave Sharon the phone without hesitation, this time moving her lips to her neck and making Sharon chuckle.

As Alaska was busy leaving hickeys on Sharon’s neck, she logged on the contact list and created a new one, with her number and the name Sharon xo.

Alaska heard the door opening and immediately broke contact with Sharon. She tried to normalize her breathing as she saw Courtney with Natalie and Harry, the last one being a reminder of how incorrect was what she just did.

“We gotta fix that door, I almost couldn’t open it” Courtney said making Sharon groan, as she tried to erase the marks of smudged lipstick she knew she had. She wished Courtney couldn’t open it.

“I’ll call someone tomorrow to fix it” Alaska replied as quick as she could. She caught trying to hide her shakiness. “Courtney, has Jinkx sent you my schedule for today?”

“Yes miss, it’s right here” Courtney pointed to Natalie, who was holding not only her teddy bear, but Courtney’s ipad too.

“Hello Natalie” Alaska dedicated only a second to smile to the little girl before she got up and walked to her desk. “Now Courtney, I’d love if all of you leave my office, I have things to do. Enjoy the party out there, I’ll go when I finish”

She seemed powerful. Like a cut-throat bitch. She seemed to have the world at her feet.

“Of course miss Thunder” Harry and Courtney said at the same time.

“Bye Alaska!” Natalie yelled.

Sharon bit her lip. Seeing Alaska taking control like that was hot, she couldn’t deny it.

“Bye, miss Thunder. It was a pleasure to meet you” she walked to the desk and landed over it to kiss Alaska’s cheek —almost pressing on her lips— and with that whisper on her ear. “I left my number in your phone. Call me, baby”

Alaska just smiled. “The pleasure was absolutely mine, Sharon”

[whispersandwhiskerburn]

The Snowflakes

Angel’s 2017 Christmas Drabble #8 (Christmas Drabbles List)

Request: @plaidstiel-wormstache said: Angel, you know the way to my Sam heart! Reader wants a personal gift for Sam so she ransacks an old storage locker of John's and finds some paper snowflakes he made when he was a kid. She uses them to decorate the tree and Sam gets the feels. Pairing:  Sam x Reader Word Count: 1,320 Warnings: Childhood nostalgia/angst, but this is fluffy stuff. Hint at nsfw happening after fic conclusion, but nothing more than a kiss and the word “blow job” appears in the fic itself. Author’s Note: Have you made a paper snowflake recently? Take my advice and do so. It’s amazing how much of a stress relief it is to do something so simple, yet creative and crafty and seasonal. Picturing little Sam doing this makes my heart all warm inside. :D

“Seriously, Dean? He’s your brother. How can you not know what a good present for him would be?”

“Hey, just because you don’t like my ideas--”

“A blow job isn’t a Christmas present, Dean. Unless you’re saying those should only be reserved for special occasions--if so, I’ll be sure to let your brother know why he’s about to get a lot fewer of them.”

Dean made a face like you had shared too much, but he deserved it.

A blow job. Honestly. Were all men this immature?

“Christmas is important--especially now. I know you and Sam are both hurting after…” you hesitated, unwilling to throw salt on an emotional wound.

Dean, ever the tough guy, didn’t hesitate: “after Dad’s murder by that yellow-eyed son-of-a-bitch?”

You grimaced but nodded, pushing on to your point, “I really want this Christmas to be a chance to focus on some positive memories, maybe Christmases you spent with your dad when you were young? Can’t you think of anything?”

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, then absent-mindedly fiddled with the charm necklace he always wore. “I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N. We grew up on the road, hunting. And Sam hated it back then--there’s not much warm and fuzzy for you to pull from there.”

You weren’t buying it. There had to be something.

And in the spirit of Christmas, you were going to find it for your boyfriend, no matter what it took.

In the end, it took a call to Bobby Singer, an excuse to the Winchesters to get them to ignore your side trip, and a long drive to a storage unit in Iowa.

Apparently John Winchester had worked out a deal with a local man he’d saved during a hunt to foot the bill for this locker. The boys didn’t even know it existed, but Bobby had. Surely, there would be some insights here to their childhood that you could use to make a magical Christmas for Sam.

Two hours later and you were almost ready to give up.

You’d found the expected assortment of weaponry, some useful looking old hunter journals that John must have picked up in his travels, probably from deceased hunters’ houses, and a few lore books. You’d put all that in the trunk of your car, having promised to bring anything useful to Bobby--it had been your excuse to separate from the boys, doing a favor for Singer.

Everything else seemed to be random: old fake IDs and credit cards, really bad ones too; some old porn magazines, which did not put a pleasant idea in your head when combined with the resilient and intimidating hunter you’d met twice before his death; and a bunch of old boxes of women’s things, maybe Mary Winchester’s things that had survived the fire?

You were getting to the back corners of the small storage unit now, and you were beginning to lose hope. There were only three boxes left.

The first and second turned out to be old clothes--teenagers’ sizes it looked like. The third though, had sharpie writing on the top: Sam and Dean ?-1990.

You did the math quickly--Sam would have been seven years old. If your childish memories were anywhere in this room, they’d have to be in this box. You wiped the dust off the top, then tugged on the lid, opening the nearly over-full box.

Jackpot.

It was Christmas Eve and it was your last night in this hotel. Tomorrow, you, Sam, and Dean would take a break from hunting to go spend the day with Bobby and a few other hunters in South Dakota.

You’d given Dean a gift certificate to a local tavern and told him to find some Christmas fun afterwards. He’d made a snide joke about you taking him up on his suggestion for a Christmas gift for Sam, and you’d shushed him before pushing him out of the room.

Sam would be back soon with some pizzas for the two of you--the plans were simple as far as he knew: pizza, netflix, maybe some Christmas nooky, then sleep.

He didn’t know about your Christmas gift surprise, and it had taken some time, and some balancing on a the rickety motel chair to set it up.

You didn’t have long to wait and agonize over whether or not he would like your gift--you heard the knock on the door and took your cue, hiding in the bathroom. He had a key.

“Y/N? You here--what the--?”

Sam had walked in and seen your decorations. You’d hung paper snowflakes all over the room using paper clips, white yarn you’d picked up at the dollar store, and some ingenuity.

You peeked around the corner to see him place the pizzas on the small hotel table, then bat one of the paper directions out of his face--he was so freaking tall-- but then he noticed the writing on the other side. He reached out and steadied the snowflake and read the note on the back as you slid back into the room and walked up to his side.

To Dean. Merry Christmas! From Sammy 1990

The childish scribble was on the back of every snowflake. They weren’t all for Dean--some were addressed to Uncle Bobby, Pastor Jim, and his Dad.

He didn’t seem to notice you yet as his eyes glanced from snowflake to snowflake, maybe remembering making them, maybe just surprised to see them. Your anxiousness came back as he stood there, silent, not reacting.

“Well? Do you like your Christmas present?”

Sam finally looked at you, and a smile came across his face--a smile of joy that you hadn’t seen since John’s death.

That was the Christmas miracle you had been hoping for.

“Y/N, they’re… this is…. Where did you find these?”

“In a storage locker. Your dad tucked them away safely, and Bobby had the key. I thought…”

You licked your lips, and Sam took advantage of your momentary silence to seal his own to yours.

The kiss was warm, earnest, and sincere. His hands held the back of your head as he poured the emotions he was feeling into the kiss rather than saying them out loud.

You kissed him back until you couldn’t anymore, and then a slight push against his chest was all it took to change the kiss into a hug.

“Thank you, Y/N. It’s just what I needed.”

You smiled into his chest, then composed your face, leaning back to look up at him seriously.

“There’s only one problem, Sam.”

His brow creased in worry as he tensed beneath your fingertips. “What?”

“I don’t have enough snowflakes to finish decorating, so I thought,” you stepped out of his reach and went to the dresser the TV was sitting on and got your other dollar store purchases--copy paper and two pair of scissors, “maybe we could make a few together and you could tell me the story behind these festive artworks?”

He chuckled, taking a few pieces of paper and a pair of scissors before dropping another kiss on your mouth.

“After you did all this? I can’t really tell you ‘no’ can I?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and sat down, folding your paper as Sam followed suit.

“You know what the real problem is, don’t you, Y/N?”

You focused on your crease, and answered automatically, “no, what?”

“I don’t have a Christmas present to give you. I don’t suppose you’ll let me make it up to you tonight in some way….”

You felt heat trace down your body as you saw the grin stretching across his face, the desire in his eyes, and you schooled your expression again, focusing on your snowflake.

“I think that can be arranged. After you make a snowflake for me.”

Sam laughed again, his voice deep and promising, “Deal.”

It was shaping up to be a lovely Christmas indeed.

AN 2: This fic came together in like an hour. I have no idea how it happened, and I don’t know if it’s crap because it came together that fast, but I would appreciate the feedback from my readers to let me know.

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Prince On Every Tour: Parade

Alright peoples. It’s been a little bit since the last POET post (heh, I love that the acronym for this series is a real word). I intended to watch and rate my enjoyment today, but last night I somehow ended up watching the entire show. If you happen to be one of the few who pay attention to anything I do here (and I LOVE you for it because honestly, I am a real mess), you’ll know that I also just watched the Detroit ‘86 birthday show at the Cobo Arena while physically in Detroit this past Friday. Two shows in one. With that, here we are. Our next stop(s) on the POET train:

PARADE. DETROIT/STOCKHOLM. JUNE 7/AUGUST 22, 1986. LET’S GET INTO IT.

Overview: Oh Parade Prince. Probably amongst the most infuriating iterations of our beloved Prince. He is so unapologetically arrogant and there is nothing any of us can do about it. He changed up on us in a major way after cutting the PR tour short and putting out ATWIAD so quickly afterwards. 11 months after that, this man has another album AND feature film. Visually, he has forgone the curls that are near and dear to my heart for short, slickback that I cannot argue with. And it might have left some of us confused, shocked, wondering why he would take a complete left when the PR era was still in full swing. It’s because he could. He’d made it to megastardom and afforded him the flexibility he needed to REALLY throw us for some loops. This was the time for him to push the boundaries of his creativity in his music and his visual presentation of himself without too much worry of how it would be received. He already had us, and he knew it. 

Parade Prince is that guy that knows he’s fine, that knows YOU know he’s fine, and will exploit it to no end. Because no matter how much you might protest to his face, the reality is this: the the moment he makes eye contact with you during that particularly rude rendition of Do Me, Baby, you both are fully aware that you will be patiently waiting for him in his limo at the direction of his security guard after the show. Against all better judgments. And he delights in the fact that you (try to) resist him. He loves the conquest, especially when he knows he wins. It’s fine. Let him win. Enjoy the life changing. Cherish it for the rest of your life thereafter.

ESSENTIALLY, that is what the entire Parade era is. Prince having a grand ol' time as he quite literally does whatever he wants with no regard for our sanity. Meanwhile, we just try to pick up the pieces of our life as he continues to ruin it with each new era he ushers in. He’s running around looking like a vision out of a 1940′s noir, giving us new music that is very different but oh so great, throwing hip chains into a crowd of unsuspecting onlookers after what might be the most infuriating performance of Head known to us, and we are expected to deal with it. As if Purple Rain didn’t just take place. And no matter which side of the spectrum we fell on when it came to this new era - utterly opposed or completely on board -  we were still here for it in some way, willingly or begrudgingly. Just like he knew we would.

Prince starts these shows shirtless, so you know you're in for a ride. ATWIAD is GREAT live and a great song to open up with. It set the pace for the rest of the show: fun and full of grooves. And he does not hesitate to get into them. Christopher Tracy’s Parade, New Position, I Wonder U, Raspberry Beret are all in the first 15 minutes. We get songs spanning his entire career up to that point in both shows, and he is well aware of the fact that he has HITS ya understand? 

His confidence has transformed into unabashed cockiness ( *sings* I ain’t go no money - THAT’S A LIE). It’s in the way he moves, the way he sings, the way he plays with the audience, everything. I’m frustrated just sitting here thinking about it all. And yet, here I am, unable to resist the overwhelming charm of Parade Prince. One, because his face. Two, he's earned it if we want to be 100. The boy has put in insane work, and it finally skyrocketed with PR. Now he gets to enjoy it all. He deserves to be gassed. We’ll allow it.

Boyfriend didn't get sloppy or plateau here either when he probably could have gotten away with it. A true professional, after having reached that level of stardom but deciding not to just phone it in or coast. Production value is still great, although less busy than the PR tour. No poles to slide down on, no bathtubs to take a shower of pearls in. Costumes are still great, albeit, again, not as busy as PR. Band is even tighter now with the expanded Revolution. Their sound is more dynamic with the addition of Eric "Sith" Leeds, Atlanta Bliss, and Atlanta's God-awful ponytail. He was playin' tho, so I'll relax about it. They have proven that when it came time to execute on stage, they could handle the constant changes in sound and personnel quite well. But again, testament to his leadership and dedication to excellence. 

Then there is the addition of official dancers in Jerome, Wally, and Greg. I know some may have felt "but why" about them, but man, do they add a really fun element to the show! We have full on routines now folks, and there are few things I love more than to see Prince work it out on stage in a routine. Yes, we saw some minor coordinated steps previously, but we hadn't really had routines. With these three though, we see choreo that gives the show some more life,  Prince being part of some of them (the 1999 album medley in which they did the PR balcony dance to Lady Cab Driver is A+), and even incorporating the band into them. It's a real treat. 

Favorite Number: There are a few numbers I love from this tour. Detroit clearly has some great ones. Controversy/Mutiny is ALWAYS a fave, if not for the fact that they are good songs, then for the dancing during those numbers. Head...for very obvious reasons. It is already a jam, and Prince decides he has to one up himself every time he decides to perform it live. Of the four Parade shows I’ve seen, Detroit’s Head is by far the best. Paris gets an honorable mention though because there is a breath hitch that stopped me cold in my figurative tracks. It was...so authentic. Even if it wasn’t. Life Can Be So Nice was also another jam from the Detroit show, which was a nice surprise for me because it isn’t my fave from Parade. In the end though, I can confidently say that Pop Life is my favorite number from this show. I adore the live arrangement of this song so much. And he is incredibly cute during that performance, so there’s that.  Stockholm’s lineup is very similar to this one. But instead of Mutiny (sad about it), we get 17 Days, which, surprisingly I really enjoyed. 17 Days is one of my favorite songs ever, but it’s one of the few I prefer the studio version over the live version. It’s perfect the way it is, and for some reason, to me, the live versions don’t really capture the magic of that song for me. However, this one came close. And throwing in the I Wanna Be Your Lover instrumental at the end was a nice touch. However, vocally, visually....Do Me, Baby wins. It’s a song that P can never not SANG on, so it usually wins vocally for me. But then the addition of the horns and the breakdown at the end just really pushed me over the edge. 

I would like to give a shoutout though to that 1999 album medley I mentioned earlier because it JAMMED and I might have yelled when I heard Automatic. Also Anotherloverholenyohead from this show was phenomenal and deserves to be mentioned. Lisa unleashed an insane piano solo that really showed off her skills. The girl is bad.

Favorite Outfit: While I do love Prince in a crop-top, I am a huge proponent of the suits from this era. Even the unforgivable shoulder pads aren’t enough to deter me. Something about Prince in a tie..... The yellow suit from Detroit is iconic. Period. In Stockholm we were greeted with a nice blue one. Both 100 cuts above. Honorable mention to the polka dot vest from both shows. The man looks like a 5 course meal in polka dots. 

Still Would Rating: Angrily. Begrudgingly. Without a shadow of a doubt and no hesitation, honey. 

Overall Rating: If you’re looking for something to lift your spirits and also groove extra hard to, either of these shows are what you need. His carefree spirit during them is contagious, and you can’t help but share in the joy he puts on display. He’s serving us some LOOKS, some ridiculous and quite frankly irresponsible onstage antics, and some of my favorite music from him (I adored both ATWIAD and Parade). As the creator of the gif directly above so eloquently put it: “ Yellow suit and the band were rocking. What’s not to like?” Indeed. 

PREVIOUSLY, PURPLE RAIN                                            NEXT UP, SOTT

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It was rare, David knew, for Killian to get into work before he did. By all reckoning Killian was not a morning person, and would usually hurry in through the doors anywhere up to an hour after David had already settled in his office. Still, whenever it did happen, he made the most of it. Having spotted his fellow professor’s car in its allocated spot, David had gauged the time, and then made a quick detour to pick up some coffee and pastries from the coffee shop on the corner.

Killian’s office door was propped open when he reached it, and when he quickly peered inside, he found the other man absorbed in the slides of a presentation he intended to give to one of his classes that day. Grinning, David slipped easily into the office, and circled around behind Killian’s desk. Carefully setting the go-cups of coffee down - as far from wandering elbows as possible, something he had learned from previous accidents - along with the paper bag containing their pastries, he freed up his hands to lean over and cover Killian’s eyes.

“Morning, Kil’.” He purred against his ear, grinning as he felt the man shift back under his touch. Letting his hands fall from Killian’s eyes, he twisted around just enough to allow him to brush his lips sweetly across Killian’s. “I brought you breakfast.” He was almost certain the other man had left the house without eating - really, his boyfriend would be utterly hopeless without him.

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W.I. Whiting, Hardscrabble: or, Ballad of the Free Lunch Bar, 1891

“This world is like a crowded car;   Some favored few, perhaps, Can get a seat, but most of us   Must hang on by the straps.” — Manhattan Idylls.

We may live without poetry, music, and art, We may live without conscience, and live without heart, We may live without friends, we may live without books, But civilized man cannot live without cooks! — Lucile.

Give ear to my story, for now do I find   A saying of Sancho’s in memory’s keeping: “May blessings attend him, the best of mankind,   Who was first the inventor of sleeping.”

Tho’ my saying, like Sancho’s, may never endure,   Yet in loud, thankful strains I will sing it afar; Every blessing be his — he deserves them, I’m sure —   The saint who invented the free lunching bar.

When the glory of earth’s great inventions grow dim,   To the weary and worn it will shine a fixed star, This genuine blessing that cometh from him —   The saint who invented the free lunching bar.

O Holy St. Peter! when this life-saving mortal,   Or sooner or later, leave this world of sin, And seeks for admission at thy sacred portal,   Suspend all your questions and pass him straight in.

When everything’s “busted” on which we have “banked,”   And to our own down-sinking there cometh no rally, When our “ready” hath been by the pool sellers “yanked,”   Who nightly do business in Beelzebub alley.

When “bucking de tiger” with clock automatic,   Whose fast-holding hands scarcely err in their mission, Our ventures are “knocked” by its movements erratic.   If “puts,” “calls,” or “straddles” straight away to perdition.

When “long” of the market, if slaughtering bruin   Doth level our castle with speedy disaster, If “short,” when the bovine doth show by our ruin   No sweat pity lives with the merciless master.

When those who loud boasted of friendship’s strong tie,   Declaring our welfare was big at their heart, But who only had on our pocket an eye,   And played in their dealings a shysterer’s part.

When the specie, it once was our pleasure to share,   Like friends in rejoicing, has wandered afar, When smote by the cyclone of want, and despair,   How sweet to our vision the free lunching bar.

When pursued by that vixen, a stranger to pity,   Whose only delight is to torture and tear, An oasis remains in the big bustling city.   It blooms, where a free lunch the stranded may share.

When struck with religion, the truant wife goes   To howl hallelujah at camp of salvation, The breadwinner wanders where garish light throws   A glory around this bright spot of creation.

The knife that hath pierced the strong breath of the eaters,   When tramps in their greed drove it in to the handle, The food where have circuss’d the flies and mosquitoes,   Looks tempting when viewed o’er by gaslight or candle.

Ye writers of fiction, why journey afar   To people your pages in distant locality? Like sere leaves of autumn, here characters are,   In motley profusion, and somber reality.

When “pulpit drum” beating, the preacher no more   Exhorts fallen man to forsake his wild ways, When loose from the moorings that held him of yore,   To the sweet saving grace of a free lunch he strays.

When the doctor hath seen all his patients laid low,   Who his medicine took as the label directed, Ten to one you will find him augmenting the “show”   Where the “lay out” of poultry is quickly dissected.

When lawyers no more are expounding the laws,   Some bogus to assist, others guarding from harm, Nor judges “stand in” with a fraudulent cause,   “As aforesaid” goose-picking to them hath a dream.

He hath shone as a star and won plaudits from all;   He is now a “back number,” alas! the dark day! No more head and shoulders above like King Saul!   Here, star, stock, and audience all equal can play.

Let poets wax warm as thy sing of the glory   That classical Greece in her infancy knew; But search all the pages of Homer’s great story,   And not a free lunch bar doth is to our view.

When from the Imperial her eagles did soar,   With the swiftness of lightning, the strength of the gale, Search the eloquent pages of Gibbon all o’er,   No free lunch is there to adorn the great tale.

With Virgil, and Dante, seek Pluto’s domain;   What horrors they picture, what wonders they tell! Admit it you must when you view earth again;   In the way of free lunches Chicago beats h—ll.

Go read with attention his wonderful pages,   Who Hamlet created, Macbeth, and Iago; The peer of all poets, the king of all sages,   But Falstaff ne’er knew the free lunch of Chicago.

When that sturdy sea captain, brave Christopher, came   And the veil drew aside that concealed half the world, Deep writing on History’s page his great name,   And the cross-bearing standard in triumph unfurled.

To that power low-bending whose strong arm defended,   Through days of long watching and peril’s dark night, But with addd fervor his thanks had ascended.   Had the “spread” of our day cheered the wanderer’s sight.

Talk of sentences silver, and words that are golden,   They all have some dross, here and those purest gold When spoken to on who hath scarcely beholden   A good square meal lately, “fall to,” or “lay hold.”

The silver-tongued orator charming mankind,   Ne’er made a more eloquent speech, tho’ ’tis brief, Than when the bartender asks, are you inclined   For more chicken salad, boned turkey, and beef?

Demosthenes, Cicero, Sheridan, Burke,   In that world-renowned trial where spell bound all sat; Lord Chatham, great Webster in his grandest work,   Are all idle ravings when measured with that.

When the swift wheel of time finds the race-runner stranded,   For fortune not always on turf-banners perch, But if in his fall at a free lunch is landed,   Tho’ left in the “soup” h’s not left in the lurch.

Whatever goes up is as sure to come down —   A saw, politicians find out to be true; And those who have ruled o’er the country or town   “Thank the Lord” for free lunches, when ballots are few.

When Wall Street no more is a wellspring of “boodle,”   Gay brokers who erst washed their dinners with punches, When each lamb is sheared, and there comes no new noodle,   Inspired by schooners now joy in free lunches.

When the jury and court both sustain the fraud deal   Of shystering brokers’ bas, bogus transaction, And scoop, sweat-stained specie to square the sure steal,   The lunch bar then blooms with an added attraction.

When society’s darling — but some might think dude   Would fit that rare specimen very much better, But here I would mention nor wish to be rude —   They both are evolved from identical letter.

So be it, but where he no more leads the mazy,   When favors are often nonsensical trash, And the season has made him for cash almost crazy,   Hocks his dress suit with “Huncle” and comes here for hash.

Of all sights that show to the dude’s vacant stare,   When his chronic shortness of rhino appeals The brightest, when he doth perambulate where   Aloft in their glory flame forth the three balls.

When his back load of gold has been all dumped in ‘Frisco,   On wining and dining, and all pleasure there; When on chasing and racing his last dollars risk O,   Not forgetting the summer, nor midwinter fair.

When the “lay out” at “Grand” fills the miner no more,   No more their gold toothpicks all proudly doth flourish, Ere trudging again to the “diggings” of yore,   For the long tramp his system at free lunch doth nourish.

How suave is the manner, how smooth is the such,   Of the bubble promoter, he’s here without doubt; Unchecked by refusal, he’ll stick like a leech,   If you have the “yellow” and he finds it out.

With millions in sight for himself and all those   Who invest in his fancies, but yet, Oh, but yet, When naught but the briars are left of the row,   The floater’s fair form is found filling this set.

Behold the inventor! whose anticipation   Shows horses, and houses, and treasures so vast, When time, the accoucheur, brings a still-born creation,   Like all patent failures he comes here at last.

Far and wide o’er the world it had been his to roam,   All sciences knew, and all tongues and all people; Ring the bell when you would the sage always was home —   His classic attainments rose high like the steeple.

“Au fait” in all customs that govern each “lay out”   At home and abroad, and with lore and sincerity The same could unfold; but this game can “play out”   With swiftness amazing, and wondrous dexterity.

When forth from God’s country the Canuck doth roam,   Allured by big dollars that fancy doth show — But finds not the three meals that cheered him at home,   The lunch bar abridges his measure of woe.

When the old homestead kitchen no more glads the eye,   Nor the deep-laden table can bring a relief; When thoughts of the past start the tear or the sigh     Here is found by the exile a “joy in his grief.”

How often the dailies, our pleasure and pride,   The world’s great promotes of knowledge and right, Would fail in their good — as the universe wide —   Did the free lunch no more glad the editor’s sight.

The joy of the poet, ah! little we think!   As we read and yawn over his freshly ground numbers, How oft he was rescued when nearing the brink   From sinking untimely to silence and slumbers.

The “bust” banker’s stay, he who knew not denial   Ere her shadows black fortune did over him fling; The tramp’s sweet Elysium in his dark day of trial,   And hence all this folly I gratefully sing.

And let fate do her worst, she can ne’er “knock us out,”   While the lunch bar is blooming with cold cut and splendor; The saint knows it well, who goes homeless about,   And the sinner who’s ben on a jolly old “bender.”

Ho! tramps of Chicago, of every degree,   Each one without money, and some without worth, Let big thanks go upward, all fervent and free,   For “striking” the greatest food center on earth.

In song let it rise, ye conglomerate sinners,   For music, says musical Moore ne’er betrays; And when in sad wanderings we come short of dinners,   Remember the free lunch will cheer our dark days.

[Footnote: Thus that delightful Irishman, that sweet singer of the Emerald Isle, Tom Moore:

“Music! oh, how faint, how weak,   Language fades before thy spell! Why should feeling ever speak,   When thou canst breathe her soul so well? Friendship’s balmy words may feign,   Love’s are e’en more false than they; Oh! ’tis only music’s strain   Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.” ]