#(god forgive me... but this is GOING TO BE SO FUN!!!!)

[gallavichsreddie1128]

If She Knew.....(Joel Miller)

Description: Y/N is Ellie’s big sister and is engaged to Joel behind her back. (Takes place in season 2)

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,300

Author’s Note: Will make this a series as the show goes on.

Y/N smirked and laughed as Ellie shouted that she was immune. She didn’t wanna be a bad influence and get away with crazy shit but that’s what big sisters are for. Tommy was annoyed with Ellie fucking around so much but glared at Y/N for encouraging Ellie but Y/N couldn’t take away the fun for Ellie. Y/N was keeping a secret from Ellie and felt guilty about it but knew that Ellie wouldn’t approve of it so she had to keep it a secret.

Y/N was dating Joel and had an engagement ring that she had to hide from Ellie. She hated keeping it from Ellie but she knew that Ellie would never forgive either of them if she found out. She already was on the fence with Joel and had been for awhile. “Ellie let’s go.” Y/N said to her sister who had no shame in screaming to the world that she was immune.

They all got back on their horses and headed back to town. Y/N smiled at the thought of Joel with his glasses and looking over the map and trying his hardest to help people out. Her smile dropped as she thought of the fact that she was keeping her relationship with Joel from Ellie. 

Y/N walked into Joel’s office with a smile. He looked up at her, “Hey.” He said and removed his glasses. “Don’t stop on my account.” She said, swaying her hips as she walked over to him. “You’re a distraction.” He joked and she laughed as she got on his lap, his arms going around her waist. She leaned down and kissed him a few times, making him slap her ass, “It’s tempting.” He mumbles and she laughs, pulling away from the kiss.

“Can’t blame a lady for trying.” He sighed and stared at her, “How’s Ellie?” He asked and Y/N saw the sadness in his eyes. She hated the way Ellie was treating him but she was still young and hated being told what to do. “She’s okay. She’s shameless, that's for sure.” Y/N cupped Joel’s face. “She’ll come around.” She mumbled before giving him a passionate kiss. Joel kissed back and squeezed her ass, causing her to gasp. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue in her mouth.

Her hands moved to his salt and pepper hair before tugging at it a little, making him groan. “We can’t. Not here.” He mumbled against her lips. She sighed but pulled away from his lips. “Have you been wearing your ring?” He asked and she shrugged, “Not around Ellie, I don’t want her to ask questions.” She looked down, the last part coming out as a whisper. Joel cupped her face, “I get it. I never have to hide it from her. I barely see her.” She gave him a sad smile, “I’m sure that if she found out that’ll give her more leverage to avoid me and start avoiding you.” Y/N sighs at his words but knows that he was right.

“Yeah I don’t think she’d approve either.” She whispered and shook her head, “The age difference is a big thing but the fact that we’ve kept it from her for so long…I just know that she would hate us even more.” Y/N knew that this wouldn’t help Joel’s feelings but they can grieve together. The truth was that Ellie was going to find out eventually, whether they liked it or not. 

“You going?” Y/N asked Ellie as she did her hair in the garage. Y/N wanted to laugh about how much Joel despised Ellie living in it but held it back. The garage was very nice but it was an escape from everything..from Joel. “Possibly.” Ellie said and looked at her big sister. “I think you should, maybe you can make a move on Dina.” Y/N winked at Ellie who flushed red. “Oh my god.” She groaned and Y/N laughed before there was a knock at the door.

Y/N knew it was Joel but looked at Ellie, “Come in.” Ellie said and seemed shallow. Joel entered and tried to hide his awe at Y/N. She looked beautiful. Ellie didn’t even look at Joel when she spoke which hurt his feelings but then he offered to fix her guitar strings and Y/N saw that Ellie felt bad. “I’ll see ya there.” Y/N told her as she left the garage with Joel. “She hates me.” “Joel” Y/N hated that he felt that way about the situation and frankly Ellie would warm back up to him.

“She barely looked at me, Y/N.” He said once they were inside the house. “I know and I know how you feel but she will come around.” Y/N tried to plead but Joel wasn’t having it. He shook his head and sat down on the couch, putting the guitar down. Y/N walked over to him and got in his lap. “You look so beautiful.” He whispered to her and she smiled.

“Yeah? Maybe you should do something about it, Miller.” She teased him and he pulled her closer so they could kiss. She moaned softly into the kiss, finally relieved that they had alone time. Their kiss got more heated and she pulled away, “Joel, I would have sex with you anywhere but I prefer the bed.” She whispered in his ear before playfully biting it. 

“Joel.” She moaned softly in his ear as he fucked her. “Feels so good, baby.” She whimpered and closed her eyes, focusing on the sounds of him groaning in her ear. His hips weren’t going fast but hard and slow, just how she liked it. They had time to spare while Ellie was at the party. Her hands gripped his back, making him groan.

“Your pussy feels incredible.” He told her and she clenched around him, causing him to grunt. “Fuck, do that again.” He demanded and she did, this time he moaned. A sound that she loved and always made it her mission to get him to make those sounds.

“Joel, I’m close.” She warned as she felt her climax approaching, it was then that his hips picked up speed to help her. “Cum for me.” He begged and her eyes rolled as she did. He knew just what she would do and stared at her reaction that helped him reach his peak. He groaned her name loudly as he came. “Fuck.” She giggled and pulled him in for a kiss. 

“Do I look like I’ve just had hot sex?” She asked Joel as she fixed her hair. He chuckled, “No, should we go again?” She laughed at the joke before pulling him outside and to the event. When they got there, it was at the right time. Ellie and Dina were kissing and Seth had called them dykes which made Joel freak out and push him.

Ellie was mad about that and Y/N could see it on her face but this was her baby sister so she was going to protect her, “Get the fuck out.” She growled at Seth. “What the hell are you guys doing?” She asked Joel and Y/N. Before Y/N could speak Ellie was already talking, “I don’t need your help.” Y/N opened her mouth to say something but closed it, realizing that Ellie could protect herself but it was the big sister instinct in her.

“Right.” Joel said before leaving Y/N walked after him calling his name. “Joel.” He turned to her, “She hates me, Y/N. There's your proof.” He told her and she sighed, “Joel, she even snapped at me. She wanted to look big in front of Dina.” Y/N tried to reason but Joel grunted something and started walking. Y/N knew that there was no way for her to prove it without Ellie but she knew that Ellie didn’t hate Joel.

[gospelica]

Everybody always talks about Priest Geto who corrupts Reader... BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT PRIEST GOJO?! He'd 100% go after the pretty new nun that JUST took her vows with wide eyed awe and reference, only to be split open by her Priest's massive cock (he couldn't help himself when he heard Reader say she was a virgin) as he coos down at her and tells her that God forgives all sins! And he won't tell if you won't. Besides... not like he hasn't seen you eyeing him like a piece of meat, don't act so innocent. Now hush up before other nuns hear those sinful noises from the confession box. 💋 God may forgive all sins, but humans are less than forgiving. 🤭

~ 🍋🖋

EEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!! i love priest stuff i love catholic porn i’m catholic help 😭 this is soooo sexy priest gojo means everything to me i feel like he walks right by your face when ur knelt in prayer, so if you dare open your eyes and lift ur head you’re face to face with his hard bulge and you’re the one at fault for not being completely devoted to your prayer!!!

fun fact i had sex with a priest once .

[strzxrin]

khesis, with a forgiving!darling. hear me out: he kidnaps us, but we actually forgive him. like, yeah, we miss home and our family, but since he refuses to bring us home, then instead of the two of us being lonely and sulking, we can just spend some time together, it’s fine.

would you be my friend if i never told a lie !

synopsis. ┆ he’s glad that you’re so understanding, and rather than being afraid, you welcomed him with open arms.

tags/warnings. ┆ gn!reader, forgiving!darling, obsession, he loves spoiling you

characters. ┆ khesis ( law and judgement . god character )

a/n. ┆ guys i always love these types of readers, its so ARGHHH but yeah, hehe thank you for requesting this riri 😋😋 i had fun writing this

masterlist ┆ character wiki

when you first woke up in his domain, you were definitely confused. because you weren’t in your home and why is there someone attending to you when you immediately wake up?

you blinked as the servant came in with breakfast which was all your favourite foods? what is even this place? did you get kidnapped? you probably did, or this could all be a dream and you’re delusional.

but after eating the food, you realised that it wasn’t a dream because you can vividly taste and feel the food in your mouth, so now you’re just sitting in the bed dumbfounded.

the servants left you alone after you told them that you didn’t need anyone to help you shower, and when you entered back the room somewhat refreshed, the room is still empty and silent.

you didn’t really know how much time has passed before someone came in, but even just by looking at him, you know that is not a human being.

because what human being has three sets of arms and eyes? you were a little creeped out by seeing the eyes follow your movement but something in your gut told you that he wasn’t dangerous.

“did you sleep well?” he asks softly and you paused. “were you the one that took me in my sleep?” you asked as he nodded. you let out a small sigh, scratching the back of your head “will you let me go-” “no.” well that was quick. and it seemed like he was serious too which made you lay back on the bed and accepted your fate way too quickly.

he smiled at your actions, happy that you weren’t protesting that much. you know you’ll miss your family, your friends, but at the same time, you weren’t able to leave anyways. especially from this really occult-like place.

it took you a couple of days for you to get used to this place but you did and it really wasn’t that bad. you realised that the one who kidnapped you was a literal god (you swore you lost a bit of your soul when he casually dropped he was one of the primordials) but you also got to know that he’s genuinely caring.

he’s a bit awkward with his actions but you can tell that he means well. especially since he gives you little gifts whenever he has to leave to check up on the humans in this world.

you still don’t understand why he kidnapped you in the first place but maybe one day he’ll tell you. so for now, you’ll just stay in his domain, watching him work from time to time and do your own hobbies to pass the time.

[waihtie]

Supernatural Season 5

Deaths | Rewatch Guide | Main Plot | Character Analysis *stick around if you like character studies/analyses

Deaths

Sam deaths:

1. Apparently he actually died in 5x13 when he was stabbed. I thought he was just dying

Revival: Michael

2. Shot by hunters (5x16)

Revival: Joshua

3. Fell into Hell

Revival: They haven't said yet, they just show him for a second at the end

Dean Deaths:

1. Shot by hunters (5x16)

Revival: Joshua

Cas Deaths:

1. Exploded by Lucifer

Revival: God

Important Character Deaths:

Anna, Jo, Ellen, Zachariah, Gabriel, Bobby, Adam

**This includes those who come back to life. Bobby has come back already.

Rewatch Guide

Main Arc Episodes: 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, 10, 13, 14, 15*, 16, 17, 18, 19*, 20, 21, 22

Misha: 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 10, 13, 14, 16, 17, 18, 21, 22

A Little Bit Main Arc:

15 - We are introduced to the idea of Death as a horseman, and the whole reason there was a case was so Death could send Bobby a message. But there's not a lot of main arc-talk beyond that.

19 - This is an interesting episode. The reason it is happening is bc gods want to prevent the apocalypse. So it's kinda main arc, but it's also a one time thing (besides Gabriel)

Not Main Arc:

5 - The MotW stuff doesn't matter, but there are a few conversations that are important to our character's personal arcs

6 - should've been plot bc we should've gotten the character introduced in it to become important, but we never see him again. Cool concept tho.

7 - Skipable, but fun

9 - Skipable, except there's one line of main arc information at the very end of the episode.

11 - Skipable

12 - Skipable

Main Plot

Lucifer is recently freed, and has a plan to start to apocalypse. Dean learns he is Michael's vessel, and Sam, Lucifer's. The apocalypse is set to start after Michael and Lucifer fight. They try to figure out a way to stop the archangels while having nearly every angel and demon working to make the apocalypse happen.

Character Analysis

Dean:

I'll give you the summary before the long paragraph:

Dean is hurt. He feels isolated, and he hates it. If he didn't have abandonment issues before, he does now. The biggest thing is that he is carrying the weight of the world. Literally. He feels responsible for everything that happens around him, and he feels it is his responsibility to do the impossible: stop the apocalypse and save the world.

To summarize my summary, he is is under A LOT of pressure. He is discouraged. He is tired.

When it comes to Sam, Dean is hurt, he is angry, he doesn't trust him, and he has completely lost his faith in him. He feels distant from his brother that he's codependent with. He had to fight through a lot of emotional turmoil between Sam and recently-freed Lucifer and everything else going on. He needed to focus, so when Sam said they should split, Dean let him go. He then tried to convince himself that he was better off without him beyond just needing to focus. In The End, he realizes he needs Sam with him. He didn't forgive him, yet. It kinda annoyed me how he acted towards Sam in these few episodes, but I get it. Then between Bobby's injury and Sam, Dean felt a lot of added pressure. Then he loses more people in the fight, which he always feels responsible for. He slowly was regaining his faith in Sam when that crumbles again. He is then told he is dead inside, and he believes it. He is exhausted, hopeless, still carrying the weight of being responsible for everything and everyone. Then it's shown Sam's happiest memories are while being away from his family the same episode he is told God does not care about the apocalypse, and Dean totally loses all faith in everything, including Sam. He goes off in his own to do what he needs to do to save the world. Even if it ends him. When caught, he says all these things to his family to make it easier for them to let him go. Luckily Sam gets through to him, and they reconcile. Dean gets a little brighter again. He found the fight within himself, as well as started trusting Sam again. He was able to fight. He had to sacrifice Sam for the world, but it didn't break him the way it would've earlier in the season, unless you see his "not looking for Sam" as giving up. The boy needs a break.

Sam:

Summary: Sam spent the whole season trying to redeem himself, but he doesn't believe he can be redeemed. His self-worth is in Hell. To the point he decides to go there to look for it.

Sam started of fresh off of demon blood, but with no withdrawal, leaving him able to focus on redemption and his guilt. He hated himself for season 4. What didn't help was Dean's lack of faith or trust him in. "Bobby" said horrible things and told him to "lose his number", and Sam accepted it. Meg beat on him. Zachariah beat on him. But nothing made him break the way Dean's words did. He lost any leftover confidence in himself. I think Sam deciding to leave may have been good for him. He was struggling with cravings everytime he was around demons, his brother had no faith in him and he felt like a burden, and he had to find himself again after the mess of the last few seasons. Unfortunately, I think his decision was mostly based on his interpretation that Dean didn't want him around, which was proven when Dean agreed that he should go. And that he sees himself as a danger and burden. We do see Sam's anger pop out again, which he is able to get control of, so that's growth. While he was gone, he found a friend who said everyone is redeemable. She saw the good in him, and that helped. All this then to learn he was Lucifer's vessel. But he found it in him to fight for redemption, again. He went to Dean. And they reconcile, very temporarily. We see him still have faith in others while having none in himself. His rage built up, and he went to Dean for help, only to he shot down. He had to do it on his own. He fought and fought and fought. Fought his rage. Fought for redemption. Fought his addiction. Fought Lucifer's mind screwing. All while not having Dean emotionally. He stuck by Dean, and he fought. He even had to keep Dean from completely giving up. He took on that responsibility, never losing faith in Dean. And they get to reconcile. Desperate to save the world and to find redemption, Sam decides the best way to do both is by sacrificing himself and literally jumping into Hell. But not before ensuring Dean's happiness (happy being relative)

Cas:

Cas starts off with his faith in God intact. He wants to find God, bc he believes God cares and will help. He shows his faith in God multiple times. He stands by it. There are moments he struggles internally with having to chose between his faith in God and his faith in Dean. His goals are finding God, and saving Dean. Both which he works hard at. He is weakend by helping the boys, but he does it anyway. And then everything he knows crashes down around him. He finds out God does not care. This just takes everything out of him. He becomes depressed. If he isn't Castiel, Angel of the Lord, then who is he? To cope, he finds a way to get drunk. Dean tries to comfort him, and it does help. Until Dean does something not so great, and Cas gets angry. He is so lost. He lost everything, and for what? "I rebelled for this??". But the same episode, he's sacrificing himself again. He knows what he's fighting for. Then he gets weakend further. He feels useless. He tries to express that, but just gets shot down. He still is badass in the fight tho. He doesn't give up. And in the end, he's regained his power, and found purpose as an angel beyond helping the Winchesters.

He learns a lot about humanity from Dean throughout the season (which is hilarious that that's his source).

Dean and Cas:

Their relationship grows a lot this season. Dean doesn't have Sam the way he used to, which gives Cas more space in his life. They go out and have fun. Cas shows up more.

From the start of this season, we can see Dean caring. He's sad when he found out Cas died. (But not to the extent of later seasons' deaths.) He verbally considers Cas a friend. And of course he is relieved when he comes back. We see Dean trusting Cas with his special necklace. They hunt. They hang out. Dean grows fond of him. They bond over their daddy issues. When Dean sees Cas at the end of The End, he recognizes that he like Cas the way he is. We also start to see Dean's dislike of Cas's disappearances. We see Cas showing up whenever Dean calls. We see them try to comfort eachother. By the end, we see that they care for eachother. Their relationship has really grown.

[paperbodiesamongthestars]

I'm back, yayyyy! I made this post and then work got crazy busy, so I haven't made much progress, but we're back in business now! Also my book is covered in colored tabs and I busted out the mechanical pencil, so you know things are Getting Serious. I haven't done this shit in ages; I am having a fantastic time. 😂

Anyway, I made a list of my working theories below. Please don't tell me how I'm doing! I'm enjoying having no idea how anything is going to play out. Probably half of these are super wrong, but I'll enjoy learning that, too!

I had a tentative hypothesis about the icons at the start of each chapter, but I went back and skimmed, and now I don't know if I still believe it's accurate. Some of the icons from the flashback chapters are cut entirely in half and some of them aren't, and initially I thought the depth of the cut could be related to how extensively Harrow has re-written the events in the chapter. But I compared Chapter 8 (a Fourth icon, not fully slashed) to Chapter 8 in GtN (which covers the same events) and it is wholly different, so I will have to rethink this one.

Gideon is just very clearly in the sword. Like, the narrative is so insistent about it (Harrow is "half a Lyctor"; she senses five points of light the first time she goes in the River, one of which is under her where she's lying on the sword; she hates the damn thing because it makes her feel terrible; she says at one point that it is "light as forgiveness" when she is fighting with it in the River; etc.) that I am half-expecting it to be a fake-out.

Also fun that every time someone in her pretend memories asks her if this is really how it happened, the gold/yellow of Gideon's eyes gets referenced. And the Body has those eyes. Hmm, evocative. 😆

I am intrigued by the letters for a variety of reasons. The first one we see is the second one, which immediately raises questions. The letter is also fascinating, given the events at the end of GtN. God seemed pretty confident he couldn't take Gideon's soul out of Harrow, but it sure doesn't seem like it's in there anymore! I am dying to find out what my girl did, especially given the parallel between her prior self saying "Accept that in this instance I have chosen to say, No," and Mercymorn's later comment that Cytherea said, "We had the choice to stop." Maybe unrelated, but I bet they aren't.

I also have theories about the Body of Eden, but I'm not far enough to have much info.

I've started noting places where there are discrepancies in the current narrative, and not the flashbacks, and the results are certainly something. I'll have more to say about it when I get further.

I'm only on Chapter 16, so I have a long way to go, but these first several chapters are certainly seeded with enough mysteries to make me excited for what's to come. I'll keep updating this post for my own amusement, probably. I do love a book that rewards this (slightly unhinged) level of attention.

Oh man, okay. So I liked Gideon the Ninth. A lot!! Super fun ride, a great experience. But I just started Harrow the Ninth (no spoilers plzzzz), and this shit is my JAM. I wrote my masters thesis on the nuances of a narrative that explicitly calls itself into question while it is happening, and I am nerding out so hard with Harrow. Not only does she call her own perception into question constantly, but she’s also retelling the story from the first book? In a wildly different direction as a coping mechanism? Fantastic.

It might be time to bust out the lil colored tabs and some highlighters, even though I don’t write papers anymore…

[deoidesign]

It's my right to tell myself I can do just a little animation just for fun just for really quick to do some action and then spend 3 days straight on it

[woodlandeelf]

That awkward moment when your situationship challenges you to a duel and it’s the first time you’re shirtless in front of her and all your friends

Specific moment of Lost Hours chapter 8, “foils”

[spiderin-space]

Yeehaw‼️

[mangofresca]

zephyr | 18+

ii.

“We could leave, y’know.”

Romano startles, head turning over his shoulder as if he were searching for a spy, a conspirator. Sometimes, that’s not unlike how Portugal feels here, always a little too relegated to the outside for comfort, too close to the inside for tranquility or freedom.

He shakes the thought away, eyebrow raised in question at the only other person here who hasn’t exhausted him yet.

Romano’s eyes flick from his face to the windows, to the rain pelting the windowpanes, and he scoffs. “And do what? Get soaked?” His fingers tap the glass in his hand, and Portugal watches with muted disinterest as the wine rocks back and forth, back and forth, an ocean all its own, confined and confined and confined.

“Better than staying here.” Staying here and playing pretend with a government who can only just tell him and Spain apart, and Portugal doesn’t have the stomach anymore for the accent or the language or the face of it all.

Romano tsks, and, for some reason, this infuriates him, as if Romano is content to sit here and be lessened, nothing more than a jewel on a crown on a head who so blatantly picks favorites. Like they’re above it all, the two of them.

He turns, and he leaves, and he doesn’t care enough to see if anyone watches him go.

vi.

“That was–”

Portugal is already pushing up off the bed, flicking hair from his eyes. “Want a drink?”

“Obviously,” Romano snorts, but he sounds like he’s amused, and when Portugal turns around to look at him, all he can see is the way Romano’s lips curl around his teeth, how his cheeks look when he smiles.

ix.

Romano snores when he sleeps, raspy and rough, and when his hair falls in front of his eyes, his nose crinkles with the tickle of it, too deep in dreams to bother moving it away.

We shouldn’t be doing this, Portugal thinks, because things are messy, only getting worse, and he doesn’t understand how Romano doesn’t grow restless beneath a thumb that demands obedience, that is all too comfortable pressing down on the pulse of their throats, hard enough to feel it beating, not hard enough to choke.

“I wish this was easy,” he says instead, and his skin goes cold when he realizes he means it, green eyes already looking down at tanned legs tangled with his, errant curl brushing his collarbone.

He’s gotten used to that, too.

iv.

Portugal can see him on the docks again, hair just as windswept as that first time, waves falling over each other to brush against dark eyelashes, to curl into knots at his hairline.

Spain’s hand is heavy on his shoulder, smile tipping into something that more resembles a bridler than a brother. “You look like you’re thinking hard,” he says, and Portugal hears the warning in it like a bell tolling within his head. “Everything all right?”

“Fine,” Portugal replies. The weight on his shoulder feels suffocating.

vii.

“We should have sex here,” Portugal says, out of the blue and apropos of nothing, voice hushed into a conspiratorial whisper when he leans himself into Romano’s ear.

Romano coughs, splutters, eyes narrowing when Portugal only grins at him.

“Not now, obviously,” he continues, because his brother is here, and his—their, because God forbid any of it is really his—government, too, and he isn’t stupid enough to try anything here, now.

Romano wipes the coughed wine from his lips, arm crossed over his chest as he settles back into the wall behind him. “Please,” he says, and he already sounds scandalized and petulant, “as if I’d settle for anything less than a bed. You think I’d let you fuck me on a settee? Not a chance.”

“I think,” Portugal replies, smiling, “you’d let me fuck you anywhere I want you to.”

Romano scoffs again, furious and blustering, but his shoulder brushes Portugal’s arm, and he doesn’t move it away.

v.

Lively doesn’t adequately describe it when it finally happens.

Romano has him pinned up against the library wall, holding Portugal’s wrists against hand-bound books and shelves which haven’t been dusted in God only knows how long, but all Portugal can think is how difficult it is, when kissing Romano, to push him away, to have him be the one pressed between linen and literature.

He manages, only just, and the heady, groaned gasp of surprise he receives pleasantly makes it worth his while.

x.

Portugal can see him on the docks again, hair wind-knotted and wild, exactly like it was that first time, exactly like the second, like every other time, every other time.

He can’t discern the expression on Romano’s face, too far away for detail, sunlight blinding on wave-crested waters, but he can see him turn around, see him walk away, back to that house and that voice and that hand and that crown.

He almost regrets leaving without a goodbye, but he knows, is certain in the knowledge, that expectation for their kind is the heartbeat of disillusionment, and he doesn’t have it in himself to be disappointed by someone so supine as to find comfort here.

Nothing ever gets resolved with avoidance and shame, but their arrangement never really did have room for much else, anyway.

iii.

He has a dream, then, that lingers worse than a bad hangover or a bloody wound. Maybe it’s years after their last conversation, or maybe it’s days, or maybe it’s hours; he can’t be bothered to keep track, not that their kind usually does when it comes to time.

(Hard. He wakes up hard, and that’s not how his dreams usually go—or, not the ones with Romano, at least.)

Romano was over him, or under him, maybe—not that it matters, because it doesn’t matter, not really. What matters is that Romano was close, breathing against his neck, sighing his name, and it’s—

It was slow, the way they moved. Tender, close.

Odd.

viii.

He’s gotten used to it—the way Romano’s voice hitches, goes taut, tight as his white-knuckled grip on pearl-hued sheets. He’s gotten used to it.

He’s gotten used to it.

i.

They meet officially, formally—and notably without supervision—on the docks of Almería, both windswept and water-worn, and it makes Portugal wonder how long Romano had been standing there for him to look like that, like he himself had blown in with the breeze of the ocean, side-swept bangs tangling into soft knots at his temples.

He is sure he himself is no better, likely worse—a ribbon can only do so much with the whipping winds that dance themselves through his sails—but he doesn’t bother brushing his hair from his face before approaching, grin ticking at the corners of his lips.

Romano blinks at him, hazel eyes owlish before settling into something calmer, almost bored. “Oh,” he says, “it’s you.”

Portugal smiles and tips his head. “Hello,” he replies. Always best to start with hello.

[madame-fear]

So I’m curious, this priest of yours, is he a hot young priest? New to his position and maybe not as strong in his convictions as an older, more practiced priest would be? More….malleable? 😏

Or is he an older priest, stronger in his convictions, wiser, more confident in his position and his experience. Will be tougher to….corrupt? But not impossible 😉

Ooo, nonnie... I like the way you’re thinking already! ☝️😌

Okay so!!! Yapping time has begun— this hot cute priest seems to be in, I dare to say, his 40s... Or well, grasping on his 40s, ykwim? In the way he acts, in his face and in 🥰😍 HIS LITERALLY EVERYTHING 😍🥰 you can tell he’s a mature man, older than me. And you know what’s the best? Is that he has a strict, serious face— AND HE HAS BLUE EYES SO DON’T GET ME STARTED ON HOW BEAUTIFULLY DEEP HIS STARE IS !!! 🤤

I haven’t really talked to him, I have very briefly heard him speaking to someone and he has this absolutely beautiful soothing voice, and he seems to be very wise... My intuition (which it never fails like the 99% of the time) tells me he must be quite strong on his convictions, and that he has experience on his position as priest— I’ve got to figure that out, but who knows? Maybe I can wiggle my way into his mind. After noticing him staring at me for an entire minute and I caught him doing so, I think I should test him out... 😉

[awfullybigwardrobe44]

My beloved is mine, and I am his…

—Song of Solomon 2:16

[topnotchquark]

Uhhhh you guys want some Bezz x Cele fluff? Because I wrote 1800+ words of Bezz x Cele fluff. Yes it's Boarding School au man wtf we live in a society of course I wrote the Boarding school au.

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Bezz pokes at the scab just above his knee. It's freshly formed, he had absorbed impact from Pecco running into him on the field during practice yesterday. His kneepads had mostly protected him but caused the skin to rub off at that particular spot.

Bezz had always had the habit of picking at his wounds, more out of boredom than anything else. When Cele was around, he would simply ask him to stop torturing his own body like a little moth in the hands of a rambunctious toddler, but Cele had been away for three days from school for a family thing. The wedding of some distant cousin combined with some medical check that Cele needed in the city. His dad had come to pick him up and Bezz had walked with him to drop him off and to say hello to Cele's dad.

3 days shouldn't feel like a lot and Bezz had a thousand different things to do, what with the upcoming national level games season and schoolwork dictating his every minute, but he still thought about Cele. He missed sitting next to him for all meals, he missed Cele coming upstairs to see him after lights out, he missed how he would agree without much resistance when Bezz wanted to sneak out at night, he missed Cele foraging for fruits in the woods and bringing them back for everyone to eat, he missed running into him in the corridors during classes, and of course he missed him on the field because Jaume was too young to be a good practice session replacement for the team. 

Bezz is about to wreck carnage absent mindedly on his wound when Luca comes out of the phone room and pats Bezz on the shoulder.

The boys get to call home twice a week from a room divided into little booths, the attendant in the room sat there to note your name down and tell you to put the phone down when your time was up.

Bezz makes his way to the booth in the far left corner that Luca just left, he nods to Pecco in the other corner who is on call and dials his dad's number that he knows by heart. They talk about his preparation for the upcoming season and his dad tells him about things in the garage, next he calls his mum and she asks him about school and classes and practice and his little sister screams a quick hello to him and when he keeps the phone down with quick exchanges of "work hard" and "miss you" and "I love you" his heart feels a bit wonky. It's been years away from home but he still hasn't fully learnt how to squash that feeling.

Before keeping the phone down he makes a split second decision and calls Cele's mom, another number he knows by heart for some reason.

"Oi Bezzechi, you've been hogging that phone forever, put it down!!" The attendant shouts at him, his brows furrowed.

"Yes sorry please please please just one moment" Bezz quickly pleads as he waits for the line to connect. The attendant tells him to make it quick as Cele's mom answers. She sweetly asks Bezz how he's been doing as she calls Cele over to hand him the phone.

"Marco, is everything okay?" Cele's newly matured voice implores. 

"Uhh yes why wouldn't it be?"

"You're calling from school."

"Ah. Yes yes. Just wanted to tell you to, uhhh, yeah come back soon cele practice isn't great"

"Is Jaume not good"

"No no he's fine. Just. You know......"

"Hmmm. I get it. Listen Bezz, I need you to help me okay I have some stuff with me when I get back okay"

"Yeah sure. Listen I gotta go okay this man will cancel all my calls for the next month okay. I miss you, bye."

"I, uhh, I miss you too Marco, bye"

Bezz doesn't spend too much time thinking about Cele's request. He's probably sneaking some food into the dormitory which isn't allowed and the weird luggage checking procedure makes it so that you just have to be extra careful with the contraband.

The next day when Bezz comes down to dinner after practice and evening study he finds Cele already in the dining hall. He hurries over to him and immediately wraps him into a hug, slapping his back and ruffling his curls.

"I thought you wouldn't be here till tomorrow! Who dropped you off?"

"My cousin, he was on his way back to University so I came back early. Listen, Marco......"

Whatever it is that Cele wanted to tell Bezz is cut off by Pecco, Luca, and Franco gathering around him and asking him how was home and he better be up to speed for the morning practice tomorrow and what did the doctor say and if he found any cute girls at the wedding.

All throughout dinner Bezz notices Cele fidgeting nervously, pushing his food around as Luca talks about the rival regional teams they will be facing and the specific characteristics of every player he can recall.

Post dinner, the boys walk back to their house building in a group, Cele quickly dipping into the dormitory on the first floor as the rest make their way up to the rooms.

Before Bezz can go back downstairs to ask Cele what's up, Pecco reminds him to finish his trig homework lest he be skinned alive by the teacher and Bezz enlists the help of both Luca and Pecco to get through the exercises.

It's an hour past lights out when Bezz is finally done and before he has a moment to lie down Cele comes into the room. His eyes look a bit crazy and the pockets of his jacket are puffed up weirdly but before Bezz can ask any questions Cele starts yanking at his arm to get up.

"hurry up Marco!!!" Cele hisses, straining to keep his voice low

"Okay okay damn let me put on my shoes"

"Take the torch please" cele whines.

Bezz raises his brows but doesn't protest much. Torches are reserved for the big expedition sneak outs, the ones you have to plan for, the ones away from their usual haunts, torches are a liability, they draw the attention of the school guards. Bezz still takes his and hides it in his pocket.

They silently get out through the windows on the ground floor, holding their breath and watching their step so as not to alert the guards. Bezz has been sneaking out since pretty much his first year in school, so much so that he can navigate most paths in pitch black darkness. When Cele and Bezz became friends he started bringing him along, gently teaching him to be mindful of his arms and head and stepping around in a way that makes less noise. Cele wasn't the most graceful when it came to slinking around, but Bezz was okay with that as long as they were together.

The moon was shining above their heads, almost fluorescent in its brightness.  Bezz glances over at Cele's determined face, his lashes casting spider leg shadows on his cheeks. Cele's pale skin and dark hair seem almost ghostly and Bezz's heart feels so funny. He swallows to keep his wits intact and focus on the path.

"Wait Cele are we walking towards the lake?" Bezz realises that he's been straining a bit to keep up with Cele.

"Mhmmm"

"Wait wait wait no you have to tell me what's up you've been acting too weird."

"No Marco we can't talk here we will get caught please we have to go" Cele pleads with him and suddenly takes Bezz's hand in his to rush him along. Bezz feels too shocked at Cele's sudden gesture and simply can't find the words to protest. They walk for a few minutes where all Bezz can think about is the warmth of Cele's soft hand in his. Bezz thinks self consciously about the calluses on his palm and whether they feel weird for Cele to touch. Cele's plam, soft and smooth and warm and alive and real to the touch and somehow Bezz feels that whatever is real in him is emanating from that part of his body that is holding on to Cele.

"Here. Come." Cele lets go of Bezz's hand Bezz feels a little deflated. Cele walks near a tree and picks up a cardboard box and brings it to Bezz.

"I have rabbits."

"......you...what" Bezz thinks he hasn't heard him right. 

"There were rabbits at the wedding venue but I don't think they were being treated right so I picked them up"

"Cele what even.... how did you even steal them and oh my god is this area even safe"

"I didn't steal them Marco!!!!! They are young, kind of, I think they are almost babies, it was just three of them"

"Diobono three is a lot! Have they eaten?"

"I had left some lettuce, and I have more, I need your help feeding them"

"Okay okay fine, let's find a place to sit"

Bezz finds that inside the cardboard box there is a little pet carrier covered with a blanket. Cele pushes in some food through the metal gate grills but the bunnies seem to be asleep for now. 

"What's the plan cele?"

"There archery lawns have a place for rabbits. I will leave them there. I trust the school gardener, we used to have rabbits in my first year at school, he's good with them."

"You think nobody will notice three rabbits appearing out of nowhere."

"They will but they won't know it's us"

Bezz can't help smiling at the response. Cele trusts it will all be good so intently that Bezz can't help be infected by the same disposition.

"Do you want to hold them?" Cele offers.

"Uhh yeah okay yeah."

"Just be relaxed, okay"

Cele opens the metal grate a little and ushers Bezz to put his hand inside.

A warm delight runs through Bezz when he touches the soft fur. He feels them moving with their breath and gently gently strokes the fur. A smile breaks out on his face, wide and luminous under the moonlight.

"It's nice, no" Cele says as he watches Bezz's face.

"Yes, I didn't expect them to be this soft"

They sit a bit longer, trying to feed the bunnies, talking, trying to come up with stories about these rabbits that will convince people to keep them. 

Bezz asks Cele to hold on to the box and make no noise as he navigates a path to the Archery Lawns. Cele takes a minute to leave them in the enclosure, worrying about them. Bezz's reassurance a little ineffective as he says his goodbyes, leaving more lettuce and some broccoli in the carrier.

When they finally start walking back towards the Dorms, Bezz takes Cele's hand in his, his confident decisive gesture in sharp contrast with the nerves he feels inside. Cele offers no protest and holds on. Bezz feels breathless thinking about how similar Cele's beautiful hand feels to the soft rabbits he just held a while ago. 

[myloveforhergoeson]

writing a little tasw short story about the boys new town high appearance and i got so fucking distracted in doing research about the universal studios (aka colossal studios) lot and i forgot what i was originally doing. did you know it takes 3 days for them to fill their fake lake. 10 hours if you only fill the pit. 4 days to drain and it will never, ever be clear water. they have 47 soundstages. a gym. 2 banks. a coffee bean and tea leaf. the bates motel is there if you even care!

[astrxealis]

hi guys please wish me luck for my college entrance exam tomorrow for one of my dream schools xoxo

[linagram]

some silly sketches that totally don't have any spoilers for the future voice dramas at all (also some araakio for the soul)

[old-memoria]

So since I haven’t been on tumblr for so long, let me inform you that I got my first full time job in a fashion pr agency, almost got kicked out of uni for my political views, but still got my master’s degree and survived a half assed military coup. How are you spending your early 20s?