#* & . › olivia parker / desire !

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so i don't know if this is a post i'm gonna keep up cause, like i said, i don't really like talking candidly about aspects of my personal identity often these days, and lord knows i especially hate talking about legal identity and all the dissonance that entails. but this week was a pretty big one for me and i can't shake the desire to share my enthusiasm for even just a fleeting moment.

my name has been a sticking point in my mind for a long time. i've adopted many different ones. first, middle, last, you name it. i've been searching most of my life for a moniker that represented my true self socially, and a surname to distance myself from someone in my life who hurt me very badly and never really learned how to stop.

obviously for a long time now I've been Penny Parker to 98% of people who know me, and for the past couple that number has been bumped up to a solid 99% with a few stragglers. it's a name that is so mundane and assumed at this point that tbh I've even come to resent certain aspects of it. which to me is actually beautiful. i find that mundanity, that nuance, extremely telling of how it encapsulates my life. it's a fully three-dimensional reflection, smudges and sparkles and everything in between.

of course, i only just moved out on my own 3 years ago. and unfortunately that had to be the starting point to make this social and personal progress i've been sitting on for half a decade at least now official, tangible, legal. i've been playing a game of catch-up i didn't sign up for, but it's one that does have a silver lining in that i feel more in resonance with who i am and who i want to be than i ever did before being granted this independence.

and as of this week, i have the pleasure of entering an era of my life where the dissonance between who i am in speech and who i am in contract is nonexistent. my name is Penny Olivia Parker. i'm the same as i've always been, but getting better every day at it. soon i'll even have a license to match!

sometimes more of an Olivia Parker in brief moments nowadays tbh but i haven't worked out the details yet. nothin you need to stress over, ill take care of it. the full set is just fine and legally recognized, which is all i've wanted for as long as i can remember.

this isn't the end of my journey, both excitingly and unfortunately haha, but this is yet another huge milestone for me and in certain respects it's one of the biggest i've managed. i'm so happy to still be here. if you're reading this, thank you for being here too.

also those of you who watched my direct reactions the other day might have a little more insight as to why i was so emotional that the day after a judge signed my legal name change a new game by the Sonic Mania devs was announced called "Penny's Big Breakaway" LOL, it was a lot to handle for me but i wasn't sure how much i wanted to say just yet.

[t1red-twilight]

AHHHH THE REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Can I get something with the prompt “there is no way you’re actually jealous right now.” With Peter:) something along the lines of him being jealous over someone who’s literally like a sibling hahaha

jealousy, jealousy

summary: “there is no way you’re actually jealous right now.”

content/warnings: gn!reader, andrew!peter, fluff

notes: thanks to olivia rodrigo for the title and thank you for requesting pookie<3

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you and peter were walking home from your designated weekly date night. you both really valued this night and it was something you both made sure to make time for, sometimes you’d go on more than one.

peter had chosen the restaurant this week, and dinner had gone great. currently, you were both walking back to your shared apartment. with both the traffic and a general desire to spend as much time together as possible, walking was the preferred method.

the brisk night air left a red flush on your cheeks. the hum from the city bustle was white noise that surrounded the both of you. it was comforting; you looked forward to this night every week.

peter held your hand, but because of the late night chill, he had gracefully shoved both of your hands into your coat pocket, so that he could hold it without your hands freezing.

“we should just buy gloves one of these days,” you chuckled.

“hmmm, well if we did that then i couldn’t feel your skin. it’s really soft.” as he said this, his thumb drew lines across the back of your hand. you squeezed your interlaced fingers affectionately.

every now and then, either of you would say something; but, for the most part you were lulled into a comfortable silence. your shoulders would brush together every now and then.

as you were passing the corner store that was on the block right before your street, you saw a familiar face. a very familiar face, in fact. you waved your free hand to get the attention of your high school best friend.

after a wave or two, they waved back. you sped up to meet them.

“oh my gosh! it's been forever! how are you doing?” you gushed out at them.

“i’m good! just work. are you doing good?”

as quickly as you could, you introduced peter. he gave a cordial, albeit awkward greeting. as the small talk continued, you felt peter get antsy behind you. he began rocking on his heels as you kept talking to your old friend.

you tried to bring peter into the conversation to make him feel more included, but he just inched closer to you and leaned his body against yours. his actions were much like an annoyed toddler trying to get their mom to leave the grocery store.

“yeah, peter and i met through friends a couple of years back. we just moved in together, actually,” you explained. peter very gently, almost imperceptibly squeezed your hand in his. turning to him briefly, you assumed he meant to say something. you were pulled back to your friend after a moment.

“oh my god- was he that cute guy you met when you were working at that one pastry shop?” you were surprised that they even remembered this detail.

“yes, actually!” you turned to see what peter was doing, but he had stretched his lips into a line and was avoiding eye contact as best he could. he was very clearly not paying attention.

“are you still working in marketing at that car company?” you asked them. another time, he squeezed your hand. out of the corner of your eye you could see him gazing at you seemingly longingly.

they gave a light laugh in response. “no, the boss was a nightmare. he kept trying to set me up with his nephew. who’s a forty-five year old who still lives with his mother.” peter squeezed your hand again.

you cringed. “oh, god. that’s disgusting. i’m glad you don’t have to deal with that anymore.” you felt peter squeeze your hand a little tighter. he was getting even more impatient. at this, you wrapped up the conversation. “i think we might have to head out. pete has had a long day, and i have to get up early tomorrow.”

“it was so good to see you!” they gave you a side hug, and you felt peter scoot even closer to you. you bid your friend farewell and you and peter were headed home once again.

“are you okay, pete?” you implored following the silence.

“yeah. of course. why would i not be?” his voice had lowered to just above a whisper. he was avoiding your gaze again.

you turned your head to try and meet his eyes. “you’re acting weird. do you not like my friend?”

“no,” he blurted very quickly. “they’re fine. they seem nice.” peter was never a good liar, especially when he lied to you. his entire tone of voice shifted to a higher pitch.

you paused before getting a revelation. “there is no way you’re actually jealous right now.”

he stopped in his tracks and looked at you with raised brows. “i’m not!”

“don’t get defensive, peter.” you chuckled and reached for his other hand. you moved to the side of the sidewalk so you wouldn’t block any passersby. “we spent a good portion of the conversation talking about you, you know.”

he caught onto your teasing tone and exhaled out a breathy laugh. “i’m sorry, honey. i think i’m just tired.” his eyes moved to meet yours finally.

“you’re so cute,” you smiled. “you have nothing to be sorry over.” you squeezed both of his hands again and laughed with him. “i’m tired too. let’s go home.”

[leverage-ot3]

okay I’ve seen a lot of posts about sterling just being crowley and. guys. the implications just hear me out 😭😭😭

bending lore slightly here BUT let’s say crowley’s body was once inhabited by a human and crowley is possessing the body (maybe he kills the initial inhabitant bc he doesn’t care)

but he still has the guy’s memories. he doesn’t bother keeping up appearances with his ‘ex wife’ because he is too busy building up his hell empire. BUT for some reason he can’t quite identify, he still feels something towards his ‘daughter’. he lets the divorce happen and doesn’t feel the need (or desire) to fight for custody, but he can never quite forget her, to cast her out of his mind for good

some hijinks ensue with the leverage team. it’s mostly because even a grind culture demon wants some off time every once in a while, and for him the insurance investigator stuff is more of a hobby. interacting with the leverage crew is very low stakes for him, and honestly, quite amusing. they aren’t on his level power-wise, but that ford character gives him the mental exercise he hasn’t experienced in, well, he can’t even remember

he can feel their frustration and anger when they learn he has become employed by interpol and feeds off it. it’s great, and relaxing in a way he is never able to achieve while conducting hell-related business

one year he gets wind that olivia is in a really bad situation associated with his ‘ex wife’s’ new husband. he’s selling vital hardware to terrorists, and while that might actually be the kind of chaos he would normally support or be entertained by as the king of hell, something feels wrong about letting olivia stay anywhere near that man

he calls upon the body’s adversaries. he wouldn’t admit it, even under duress, BUT he feels slightly fond of them. nate for the three dimensional chess they play, sophie for her ability to charm and disguise, parker for her chaos and slightly unsettling nature (it’s the autism swag and being bad with human interaction but he doesn’t know that lol), hardison for his unapologetic intelligence and eliot for his hardened violent past and take-no-shit persona (he’s fun to tease)

they perform exactly as he expected, right into his carefully crafted plan. and then olivia is under his care and things get more complicated. he keeps her FAR, FAR away from anything related to the supernatural (heh). no one can find out about her, ESPECIALLY not those imbecile hunter brothers (if for nothing else than the embarrassment in revealing he has a weak spot)

not sure how to work it into this post but I also want to add that somewhere along the way he develops feelings for nate and sophie. the frame up job is near and dear to my heart and you can’t convince me that isn’t fighting as flirting behavior. his interpol persona is more of a side hustle so to speak, but he finds it fun (relaxing, even) to fill that role. there aren’t any obligations of other demons, bothersome hunters, or anything like that. nate and sophie are low stakes, except, they aren’t, really. they make him feel things he can’t ever really remember feeling. his heart beats fast when sophie sat in his lap and cradled his face, his hands sweat when nate gives him that certain smug look. he’s exasperated by the way they can run circles around him like no one else has ever before. they annoy him and get under his skin in a way no one else can and it’s infuriating. but also not, at the same time. maybe he likes it

and then the long goodbye job happens

hear me out and suspend your belief here for a second, because I can’t remember if crowley supernaturally knows when ppl die/are dead or not.

so nate is in interpol custody and the interviewer is obviously out of her depth. (most people are, when it comes to nathan ford.) he walks in and pours the man a drink, but he’s fuming. somewhere along the way he came to care about the team. hell and suffering is literally in his (official) job description, but he can admit (only to himself) that he admires what they do. it’s not for him, not anything close to where his passions and interests lie, but he respects their drive and purpose. he is also aware enough to acknowledge that they are a family, a group of misfits that never belonged quite anywhere except to each other.

and nate fucking blew it up, ruined it, because his vice is being so obsessed with the end game that he is apparently willing to let his team, his family, the people that anchor him to reality, die because the ends supposedly justify the means.

not this time. not to sterling crowley

he is enraged. he can admit within the confines of his mind that he cares for nate, for sophie, even for the other three (though nate and sophie have somehow made it a hierarchy where they are more important to him. which he will dissect later in private. maybe.)

nate let them die, he let sophie die, and for what? the black book? hell below, crowley would have made things easier somehow, if he knew that this was where nate’s sights had lied. he would have prevented this somehow. he wants to have prevented this. he doesn’t want any of them dead and is too afraid to check and verify because that would make it real. the idea of sophie (or any of them) somehow making it to hell instead of heaven would probably break something in him he might not be able to reapir fully.

he yells at nate- he’s angry. hellfire burning in his heart because everything is ruined. the deaths aside (however hard it is to set them aside in his mind), nate will not recover from this, not ever. this will be the start of the end, he is sure. a miserable, guilt-ridden existence where he drinks himself to death and nothing will save him. it plays out in crowley’s mind in a thousand different ways that are beyond painful to conceptualize, even in theory.

the story starts to unravel and there is a game afoot. a solemn, miserable, infuriating game because the con is still in session because parker is alive and in the building- which sets another fire alight in his chest. ‘parker even know you got hardison killed?’ he rages for her grief when she finds out. he knows it will double when she finds out eliot has perished, too, because he isn’t fucking blind.

but nate is a brilliant man, lest he forget too quickly. they are all alive, and somehow still the entire crew slips through his fingers. he’s not even angry (he never would have been- he doesn’t actually try too hard to catch them. it’s about the game, not the consequences). he lets them keep the black book because he’s fucking exhausted and honestly, they more than earned it.

‘now we’re even. tell sophie to drive carefully’. they will never be even, not really. crowley would never admit or agree that being human is the superior state of being, but that have made him feel human in a way he doesn’t actually mind. they keep him on his toes and match him in a way unique to them, they remind him that there are other things than the realm of hell. not necessarily bigger than hell, but maybe just as important in a different sense.

watching the van drive away, something inside him settles. when he walked into the interrogation room that day he thought this was the beginning of the end. it’s not the end at all, not an end to anything. it’s a continuation of their story. maybe, he thinks, a beginning to a new era in it

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Smut Oneshots

Miguel O’Hara !

Roommate ☾4.3K☽ you get caught masturbating by your hot cocky roommate, and he helps you out 🕷️

Woken up ☾2.1K☽ you get woken up by miguel eating you out 🕷️

Thigh riding ☾5.5K☽ you are peer pressured to somehow help Miguel from the hell of a week he's had 🕷️

Thank you ☾3.1K☽ spider-man saves you 🕷️

Kitty ☾5K☽ you’ve never had anyone stop you from doing crime, until now 🕷️

Gatita ☾12K☽ you get recruited and slowly convince miguel you're on his side 🕷️

Bad idea right? ☾2.6K☽ bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo but it's you being down bad for your ex 🕷️

Help ☾1.3K☽ you get your boss a fleshlight 🕷️

Different ☾2.5K☽ when you’re woken up suddenly horny and find a surprise between your legs 🕷️

Eres mía ☾2.3K☽ you’ll always be his and he won’t let you forget it 🕷️

Appreciate ☾5.1K☽ caught masturbating while babysitting 🕷️

Special ☾3.8K☽ you get brought up on stage 🕷️

Baby it’s cold outside ☾1.2K☽ miguel doesn’t want you to go yet 🕷️

Stealing ☾2.4K☽ miguel steals your panties behind your back 🕷️

Dos Locos ☾1.8K☽ folding for your ex and cheating on ur man🕷️

Kate Bishop !

Pretty ☾4K☽ love at first sight with an archer 🏹

Needy ☾1.5K☽ convincing kate to go to a club 🏹

Sorry ☾1.8K☽ accidentally sending your best friend a nude 🏹

Angel ☾3.6K☽ ghostface!kate wants you all to herself 🏹

Present ☾2.8K☽ kate unwraps her present 🏹

Death of me ☾2.2K☽ you will be the death of kate 🏹

Loser ☾2.4K☽ your loser college roommate who is down bad🏹

Distraction ☾2.4K☽ distracting kate with a maid outfit 🏹

Picture Perfect ☾1.7K☽ your gf fucks you in a photo booth 🏹

Qimir !

Perfect ☾1.K☽ your man fucks you 🍷

Logan Howlett !

Sweet ☾2.6K☽ getting ate out in public 🐺

Threesomes !!

Miguel O’Hara & Peter B Parker !

Impatient ☾2.1K☽ miguel has been wanting a threesome 🕷️

Perv ☾1.4K☽ fucking peter b and miguel watches 🕷️

Miguel’s version ☾1.4K☽ tiktok challenge with a twist 🕷️

Us ☾710☽ two tongues on you 🕷️

Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson !

Sharing ☾2.4K☽ they try to share you ⚔️🐺

Smut series

Miguel O’Hara !

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Ghostie

in which you get a phone call by the infamous killer Ghostface, as a huge scream fanatic 🕷️

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Mayor que usted

in which you wanna fuck your dilf neighbor 🕷️

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Easy money

in which your roomie needs your help for a shoot 🕷️

part 1 | part 2

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Rookie

in which you find someone unexpected at your new job 🕷️

part 1 | part 2

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Fun

in which ghostface!miguel wants you all to himself, no matter the cost 🕷️

part 1 | part 2

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Summer Lovin’

in which you have a little summer romance fling 🕷️

part 1 | part 2

Mini series

Miguel O’Hara !

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Obsessed

in which miguel loves marking what's his 🕷️

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Meant to be

when you come in as the first girl bombshell of the season will you turn heads and cause absolute chaos? 🕷️

prologue | part 1 | part 2

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Mystery girl

going to a gloryhole to find the perfect candidate to give you what you desire 🕷️

part 1.1 | part 1.2 | part 1.3

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Miss Me

phone sex w your bf 🕷️

part one | part two

Qimir !

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Temptation

qimir trying to tempt you to the dark side

prologue

Fluff

Miguel O’Hara !

Valentine ☾1.6K☽ valentine by laufey but it’s a little love story from your pov 🕷️

Amor de siempre ☾1K☽ amor de siempre by cuco but it’s a little love story from miguel’s pov 🕷️

Feelings ☾1.9K☽ miguel contemplating his feelings for you 🕷️

Prank ☾4K☽ gwen and miles convince you to help distract Miguel so they can set up yet another prank but there's an unexpected plot twist

Helping Miles ☾1.6K☽ you and miguel help miles with his spanish 🕷️

Grumpy ☾295☽ turning a frown upside down 🕷️

Miles Morales !

Far away ☾753☽ mariposa by peach tree rascals but it's miles thinking of gwen after she's no longer in his dimension 🌻

Gwen Stacy !

Daydreamin’ ☾731☽ daydreamin' by ariana grande but it's gwen thinking about miles when she's back home 🩰

Kate bishop !

Bubbline ☾335☽ kate relating to bubbline 🏹

Yap ☾560☽ shutting your yapping gf with a kiss 🏹

Qimir !

Home qimir’s thoughts on osha 🍷

Headcannons

Miguel O’Hara !

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Married

being miguel’s perfect little housewife🕷️

part 1 | part 2

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Dad ☾433☽

miguel being the best dad ever 🕷️

part 1

Angst series

Miguel O’Hara !

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Let you break my heart again

you are in love with your best friend 🕷️

part 1 | part 2

Random

Miguel O’Hara !

Sol de México ☾1.4K☽ miguel doesn't know the sun of Mexico 🕷️ (kinda fluff)

Starstruck ☾11.4K☽ starstruck the movie but w latinos 🕷️ (story&smut)

El Perdedor ☾2.7K☽ you find your ex at the club 🕷️ (tension)

Biker ☾519☽ you stumble across a biker 🕷️ (goofy)

Baile ☾1.3K☽ manifesting a dance partner 🕷️ (fluff)

Agony - just a sad sapphic story I came up with

Drabbles

Miguel O’Hara !

Para mi ☾973☽ miguel wanting you to cum over and over again 🕷️

Question ☾764☽ asking miguel if you could have a dildo shaped like his dick 🕷️

Use ☾799☽ fang play with miguel 🕷️

Recostada en la cama ☾913☽ extrañas a tu novio 🕷️

Thighs ☾771☽ miguel is a thighs enthusiast 🕷️

Kate Bishop !

Drunk ☾691☽ having thoughts of Kate between your legs 🏹

Crazy ☾885☽ passenger princess kate 🏹

Qimir !

Sleeping Beauty ☾995☽ dabbling in some somno 🍷

Logan Howlett !

One more ☾709☽ sitting on his face overstimulated af 🐺

Blurbs

Miguel O’Hara !

Desperate & dirty ☾532☽ miguel loves overstimulation and edging 🕷️

Strong ☾423☽ size kink 🕷️

Hate ☾590☽ hate fucking your best friend’s brother 🕷️

Cadena ☾225☽ was thinking of miguel w a chain (con la virgencita) above you 🕷️

Tuyo ☾306☽ miguel enseñándole al mundo que es tuyo 🕷️

Romántico ☾402☽ miguel siendo el novio más romántico 🕷️ (fluff)

Mama ☾599☽ your bf is desperate to breed you 🕷️

Kate Bishop !

Princess ☾557☽ you are her pillow princess 🏹

Thankful ☾230☽ kate gets your initials on her undershave 🏹

Nice ☾563☽ scissoring with kate 🏹

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[readtilyoudie]

“I must ask…You are known for your timidity, tripping over your words or unable to utter a syllable around men. However, you have never been so with me. Why?”

He knew the answer, but asked her just the same. It was because she had Absolutely No Romantic Interest in him.

She looked surprised by his question, but soon recovered. “Well, I suppose it is because I feel safe with you. Though I realize how absurd that sounds, for you come from a long line of scoundrels. But the truth is, I know you want someone else, and have for a very long time. And even before Lady Rosalind, you had asked my friend Madelyn to be your bride, or was it your mistress? I cannot recall.” She gave her head a shake. “Either way. You are a direct sort. If you had entertained any desire for me at all, I reckon I would have known about it an age ago. Ravished in some garden or other.” She paused, giving in to a quiet, husky laugh.

It amazed him that she had no apparent idea just how provocative she sounded. And Lord, but did she have him all wrong.

“Can you imagine?” she asked through her laughter. “You and I? In a garden…in some passionate…embrace?” Her words slowed and sobered as she went on. Was she imagining it?

Hell yes, he could imagine it. And had. Numerous times. 

To Wed a Wicked Earl (Devine & Friends, #2) by Olivia Parker

[defectreject]

[ chris wood. 22/58. cis man ] Was that just MALACHAI "KAI" PARKER, I saw walking through the city? The HERETIC is known to be + FORTHCOMING, but HE could also be - VINDICTIVE. Unbeknownst to everyone else, they’re hiding a secret: HE MIGHT ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT SOMEONE. Time will tell how well they fair in New Orleans… [ michael. 29. ctz. he/him ]

GENERAL INFORMATION;

FULL NAME: Malachai "Kai" Parker. AGE: 22/58. SPECIES: Siphon/Vampire Hybrid aka Heretic. PRONOUNS: He/Him. ORIENTATION: Pansexual. MARITAL STATUS: Single. OCCUPATION: Sociopathic Ryan Reynolds. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, Latin, ASL.

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES;

FACECLAIM: Chris Wood. HAIR COLOR: Brown. EYE COLOR: Gray. HEIGHT: 6′ 1″. BUILD: Twunk. TATTOO(S): Maybe. SCARS(S): Nah.

PERSONALITY TRAITS;

POSITIVE: Resilient, Charismatic, Resourceful. NEGATIVE: Vengeful, Reactive, Cruel. GOALS/DESIRES: Revenge, Chaos, Intimacy. FEARS: Imprisonment, Isolation, Hell. HOBBIES: Magic, Eating, Being a Menace.

RELATIONSHIP MATTERS;

FATHER: Joshua Parker. MOTHER: Unnamed Parker. SIBLING(S): Josette, 3 unnamed, Joey, Lucas, Olivia. Extended Family: Josie & Lizzie Saltzman. (nieces) PET(S): None. (yet) SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None. (yet) ENEMIES: Gemini Coven, Bennett Witches, Damon Salvatore. CLOSEST FRIEND: Himself.

EXTRA STUFF;

TBD

[zafirosreverie]

Smells like danger (Teacher!Olivia x Student!F!Reader)

You slung the bag over your shoulder as you plodded on down the cold hallway that seemed to grow longer and darker with each step. You hated being there, not the hallway, but the school itself. You hadn't wanted to move from the small town you grew up in, but that damn scholarship had turned your whole world upside down.

You were supposed to be grateful for the opportunity, and you were! But having to leave everything you knew behind, the safety of your small group of friends, your family, everything that kept you going, was too overwhelming.

Add to that that no one at school seemed to really accept you and you were in for hell. You didn't really know what you'd done to everyone besides, well, exist, but your classmates seemed to run away from you like the plague (although if you were being honest, it wasn't like you were trying to get too close to them either).

The only ones who seemed to respect you a little were the professors, and that was only because of the scientific reports they had read when they accepted you into the university. Well, everyone except Octavius. It seemed that nothing you did could be moderately acceptable to the woman, her class was the only one you had failed and if you didn't improve soon, you would lose the scholarship. 

So you were going straight to the Kraken's lair, hoping you could do something about your grades, maybe some extra work or something, even though you knew the woman wasn't known for giving second chances and you doubted she'd make an exception for you.

"Well, here goes nothing" you thought

You timidly knocked on the door and inwardly cursed at the way your knees were shaking and the suffocating feeling you had, you could almost tell you wanted to cry but you forced yourself to keep a neutral face as the woman called you from inside.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Octavius" you said as soon as you entered

The office somehow seemed creepier and colder than the hallway and your insides churned with the desire to run out of there. You were aware that your voice was barely a whisper, but you couldn't do anything about it, there was something about the woman that always made you nervous.

"Can I help you, Miss Y/L/N?"

"I-" you stammered "Mrs. Parker sent me"

Olivia raised an eyebrow. What was May up to now? It wasn't strange that the other woman sent students to her office, with a note asking her to be nicer to them or to correct a note, but she had been clear that her criteria would be maintained, there were no places for second chances. She didn't understand why her colleague kept trying.

"I guess she gave you a note" she said, not looking impressed.

"Y-yes" you said, swallowing a bit as you took a piece of paper out of your pocket and handed it to her.

Liv couldn't help but notice how much your hand was shaking. Actually, everything in you seemed to want to run out of there, as if you were having difficulty breathing, and your eyes looked more and more glassy.

"Are you okay?" she asked without thinking

"Y-yes!" you lied "I-I'm fine"

She didn't seem to believe you, but at least she had the decency not to press the matter. She simply pointed you to the chair across from her desk before reading the note. You tried not to make too much noise as you moved it to sit down, wishing you would just disappear.

Liv, I know you hate it when I ask you to be more permissive with the students, but this is a special case. Y/L/N is here for a scholarship, which, I must remind you, is more oriented to your subject than any other, and yet your class is the only one she has failed. This leads me to think that either you have something against her personally (which I really hope isn't the case), or something is going on with her. I am not asking you to modify the note, just to help her find out what is happening because otherwise, she will lose her scholarship.

-May

Liv resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, May would find even the slightest reason to accuse her of something, but this was too much. What could she have against you specifically? You were one more student that failed in her class, nothing new with that.

It wasn't the first time she'd run into teary-eyed people trying to appeal to her softer side, and that never worked. Although for some reason, she really doubted that you were trying to pull that trick on her, there was something in your eyes, in the way you kept shaking, that told her that instead, you seemed to want to keep the tears from coming.

That was new.

"It seems that my colleague is worried about your performance in my class, Miss Y/L/N" she said after a few seconds of observing you "is it true that it is the only subject in which you have had a low grade?"

"Y-yes ma'am" you answered, without lifting your eyes from the ground

God, you sounded so fragile. Like a child listening to her parents say that her effort was not enough. And for some reason, that felt like an inexcusable thing to her. She didn't know what was going on with her, but from one moment to the next, she felt the need to comfort you, and help you as much as possible. Weird.

"And do you have any idea why?" she asked, staring at you

You just shook your head. Again, you were lying...sort of. You had a pretty seared memory in your mind of your first class with her. The Dr. had asked you something and you had been too intimidated by her gaze that you hadn't even heard the question properly.

You managed to get it right once she repeated it, but since then you haven't been able to fully focus on her class. In your defense, she seemed to always be watching you, because every time you looked up, her eyes were on you, making you feel too small. But you couldn't tell her that, you couldn't just admit that you were afraid of her.

"Well, you'd better find out" she said "Miss Y/L/N, your scholarship is on the line here, and there's no reason you should be failing the class you came here for in the first place."

"I-I know" you whispered "I-I'm sorry ma'am, I...I-I'll try to improve, I promise"

She thought she was being firm, but not cruel. She wasn't talking to you any different than how she would talk to any other student, but the moment she looked into your eyes and could see the tears welling up in them, her stomach turned.

She had no idea why she was reacting to you like this, why the thought of making you cry hurt so much even though many students had tearfully walked out of her office before. What kind of power did you have over her? She didn't know it, but she was sure that there was something in you.

Liv sighed and stood up, walking around her desk so she could stand next to you. There really wasn't much of a height difference between you, not that she would have noticed it when she saw you in the halls, but right now you looked so small and broken, and for the first time in all her years as a teacher, she decided to help a student a little more. If only to make you feel better.

"Look, I've read your essays, the ones you submitted for the scholarship" she said "they're brilliant, and I can understand why you're here. You have a bright future, Y/N, and I don't know what's going on, but we have to fix this, I would hate to lose a student as bright as you."

Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn't look up. You could feel your cheeks flush furiously and you were sure you looked ridiculous, but your mind was too busy to worry about it. Olivia Octavius just called you brilliant.

Coming from a renowned scientist like her, that was a huge compliment! One of the greatest privileges you would ever have. And for some reason, more than comforting you, it made the urge to cry even more unbearable. It's not that you weren't grateful, but knowing that she thought that way about you only made you feel more pressure, and you didn't know how much more you could take before you broke.

Liv seemed to realize this, or at least sense that you were too close to the edge, because she put a hand on your shoulder, caressing you gently in an attempt to comfort you a little, and her voice was softer when she spoke again.

"I'm serious, Y/N" she said "you have an extraordinary mind, don't lose this. This scholarship is a great opportunity for you"

"I don't even know if I care to keep it anymore" you muttered without thinking

The older woman was surprised and she felt you tense under her touch as you realized what you had said. You quickly tried to apologize for your rudeness or ungratefulness, but she wasn't paying attention to your rambles.

Her mind was racing, trying to understand how anyone could think such a thing of a great opportunity like the one you had, and more importantly, why did she care? Why did the idea of you leaving weigh so heavily on her?

"You want to leave?" she asked, stopping your tirade

You swallowed a bit and concentrated on your hands, not knowing how you could look at her after saying that. Surely she was already thinking that you were sabotaging your own school performance to get back home.

"Y/N, do you want to leave?" Liv asked again, a little firmer but not raising her voice.

"No" you said quickly "I just…I miss home…my friends…I miss not being alone" you confessed

You had no idea why you were telling that to the teacher that scared you the most, but a part of you felt better saying it out loud, to share with someone the burden you had been carrying for months, even if that someone was Dr. Octavius.

"You came to the city alone right?" she asked softly.

You just nodded, and even though you tried not to, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. You felt pathetic for crying in front of her, but you couldn't help it. You felt so bad, so alone. Olivia didn't know what to do with you at that moment. Sure, she'd seen your tears and knew it was a matter of time before you finally broke down, but she hadn't expected you to do it in front of her, she thought maybe you'd wait until you were out of her office to break down.

What should she do now? She was never good at comforting anyone, especially a student, that was always May's job, but she couldn't just send you to her, she didn't want you to think she didn't care about you. But why did she do? This was all new to her, the idea of wanting to protect someone other than herself was strange and she had no idea how to proceed. She just knew that she didn't want to see you like that.

Acting on instinct (one that was rusty to her, if she was being honest), she squatted down next to you, wrapping one arm around you in an awkward but well-intentioned half-hug. She didn't want to think about the way her pulse quickened a little when you pressed lightly against her.

Silently, she took a handkerchief from the pocket of her robe and offered it to you without saying anything, watching you fight to stop what would surely be intense crying if you weren't with her. Her hand acted on its own and she began to play with your hair, thankful that the gesture seemed to calm you down a bit.

"I'll tell you what" she said after a moment "I'll help you"

You sniffed a bit and looked at her out of the corner of your eye. The older woman internally cursed you for looking so adorable, and she had to get up to put distance between you because she didn't want to get lost in your intoxicating scent, then she berated herself for thinking like that of a student. She could already feel that this was a bad idea, but she couldn't back down.

"Come to my office every day after class" she continued "we'll go over everything and make sure you don't lose that scholarship. I know it can be hard being alone in a new city, Miss Y/L/N, but we can't pass up the opportunities that are presented to us just because we are afraid, can we?"

You thought about it for a moment and finally felt brave enough to look at her. Her face was the same as always, serious and expressionless, but her green eyes seemed warmer. For some reason, that did make you feel better. You didn't know how well you could do, but it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

"I-I would really appreciate it, Dr. Octavius" you said quietly "...thank you"

The woman simply nodded and returned to her chair, taking May's note and shoving it carelessly into a drawer. She was struggling to appear professional and not let you see how much she wanted to hold you close to her again. You seemed to take that as your cue to leave and got up awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

"Rest for the weekend, Miss Y/L/N" she said, not really wanting you to leave "we start Monday"

You nodded and wiped away the few tears that were still falling down your cheeks before walking towards the door.

"Thank you Dr. Octavius" you said again "see you later"

Liv looked at you as you opened the door and she was glad to be sitting down because her knees went weak at the small, coy smile you gave her and she felt her cheeks warm. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

[bookcub]

my favorite romance novels

hold me by courtney milan- low key you've got mail but with more communication and featuring stem nerds. I actually love all of courtney milan's books, but this is the one I reread the most (trans character, bi character, latinx characters, asian characters)

get a life, chloe brown by talia hibbert- this is actually a series about a trio of sisters and I can't choose a favorite. with an emphasis on a happy and strange family, all of these romances have the emotional depth we all crave from literature (black characters, bi character, chronically ill character, autistic characters)

soulless by gail carriger- steampunk fantasy romance, my first romance novel actually, filled with werewolves and vampires. has a more standard plot but still plenty of character and relationship development and a fantastic sense of humor and fashion. also a series (queer characters) (harder to pin rep down in this one as it's been a while since I've read it and historical time periods use different labels)

how to be a normal person by tj klune- a story about feeling out of place and realizing who your family is. borderline satire sometimes and less traditional than the others but a wonderful love story. (ace characters, gay characters)

girl gone viral by alisha rai- a billionaire and bodyguard romance that finally delivers on the trope that has been built up. very sweet and heartwarming. (I maintain the mcs are both aspec but canon does not confirm this) (asian characters, black characters, characters with anxiety and ptsd)

trial by desire by courtney milan- rounding off the list with another courtney milan, historical this time. a husband and wife falling in love after being married and separated. (characters with depression)

honorable mentions: the ex talk by rachel lynn solomon, the kiss quotient by helen hoang, spoiler alert by olivia dade, something to talk about by meryl wilsner, the austen playbook by lucy parker, the truth about love and dukes by laura lee guhrke

[therefugeofbooks]

I read so many great books in December! It was a perfect ending for my reading year. 2021 was so good regarding reading, and I think I learned a lot about my own reading taste. Wishing everyone a fantastic reading year!

Talking about all the books I read in December under the cut.

In reading order:

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour (x) (x)

I didn’t know We are okay is set during Christmas time, but it was a nice coincidence to read it during the beginning of December. It’s a very emotional read, with shocking reveals about the past and complicated and interesting relationships. I think it’s such a well-written story about grief, but also full of found family!

Read if you want: stories about grief, difficult family relationships, family secrets, sad Christmas vibes (?)

The City Beautiful by Aden Polydoros

FANGS 01 by Billy Balibally

It was way more creative than I thought, and I loved the dynamic between the main characters! It was a fun and sweet read.

Read if you want: funny vampire stories, sweet bl mangas.

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske

I didn't know much about this book when I picked it up, but wow. I was amazed by the development of the main character's relationship. It's gradual and sweet and so wholesome! I think I still enjoy more the first half than the second, but it is still a fantastic book!

Read if you want: historical fantasy, mlm adult historical romance.

Tash Hearts Tolstoy by Kathryn Ormsbee (x) (x)

Tash Hearts Tolstoy was a lighthearted and fun read! I loved the parts about internet fame and its dark side. But I also enjoyed a lot the ace rep! I relate to Tash in all her journey of self-discovery, her self-doubt, her trouble to talk about her sexuality, and even some of the terrible things she heard when she came out. It also discusses other serious topics such as cancer and family issues, but overall, it was more fun than I expected!

Read if you want: friendship stories, internet drama, friendship to lovers.

Light from Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki

You know, maybe light sci-fi is my thing. This is another book that I went almost blind with zero expectations, and it blew my mind! If someone told me the story, I don't think it would work out, but it weirdly does! The characters are so vivid, and the relationships are so interesting! I love both the fantasy and sci-fi aspects, but the characters are the ones to shine!

Read if you want: light sci-fi, light fantasy, cursed musical instruments.

Maurice by E.M. Forster (x) (x)

I'm glad Maurice has a happy ending because I was expecting something like Giovanni's Room. Unlike the latter, I liked Maurice a bit more, but I can't say I loved this book. I enjoyed the character and relationships developments and Maurice's inner conflicts. However, the reading was rather unremarkable? It wasn't the year of classics for me!!

She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan

It is a beautiful book! But I have to confess that I'm not the target audience. I think people who enjoy war stories and alternate history will enjoy all the aspects of this book. For me, I enjoyed the first half and Zhu Chongba the most. I liked the characters' inner thoughts about gender and sexuality. However, I got lost in many political parts, and I wanted that all the book was in Zhu Chongba's point of view. Despite some of my complaints, it is still a great book!

Read if you want: alternate history, war stories, complex characters.

Unfit to Print by K. J. Charles

I think this is my first book by KJ Charles, and it was a pleasant surprise! I liked how p*rn*graphy was deal. And the second chance romance was sooooo good! Loved the characters! The mystery is also super engaging!

Read if you want: mlm adult historical romance, second chances, historical mysteries.

The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite

The main characters were so forward about what they desired and wanted that made the dynamic between them really unique. They were also so passionate about each other! I also loved the plot dealing with women in natural sciences!

Read if you want: wlw adult historical romance, women in STEM, lightheaded stories with almost no drama.

All Systems Red by Martha Wells

I read many things about this book, and people usually say that Murderbot is funny. The story didn't make me laugh, but Murderbot is very cute. And Murderbot's personality and relationship with the humans is rather wholesome.

Read if you want: character driven stories, funny narration with an interesting and quick sci-fi plot.

Yesterday Is History by Kosoko Jackson

It deals with some heavy topics, but it's a quick and fun read. I liked the time travel aspect, but I didn't like the romance as much. It was a bit rushed, and I couldn't believe the passionate declarations of love. And there's something about the ending that seems off to me...

Read if you want: time-travel stories, mlm ya romance.

Rereads:

Heartstopper, Volume One and Heartstopper, Volume Two by Alice Oseman

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (x) (x)

Disponível em PT:

Outsider Communication by Natsume Tsuno (x)

101 Poetas Paranaenses Vol. 1 org Ademir Demarchi

O Natal dos Fantasmas (x) (x) (x)

Read in: Feb | Mar | Apr | May | June | July |Aug | Sep | Out |Nov

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[gildedploys]

✦ OLIVIA SCOTT WELCH, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER✦ EMERY SINCLAIR the TWENTY-FIVE year old has been in Hidehill for HER ENTIRE LIFE and was a FORMER STUDENT to Jade Parker, the missing  first murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the ASSOCIATE AT LIKE A BROKEN RECORD who lives in HADLEY PARK. She is said to be DETERMINED and RECKLESS but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

ABOUT EMERY: She was sweet like honey, but all I can taste is the blood in my mouth. 

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Emery Saige Sinclair

NICKNAME(S): Em, Emmy

AGE: Twenty-Five

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Olivia Scott Welch

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Blonde, dyed Pink

HEIGHT: 5′5″

DATE OF BIRTH: March 7th, 1997

ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini

MAJOR: Music Theory

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw

OCCUPATION:   Drummer, Employee at Like a Broken Record

HOMETOWN: Hidehill, Nashville

PIERCINGS: Double lobes on both ears, Stud in right side of nose

TATTOOS: tbd

CHARACTER HISTORY [TW: Mentions of a Toxic Relationship, Gaslighting, Abuse, & Eating Disorders]

Born in Hidehill, Nashville Emery was always surrounded by music. Her father John often kept a guitar close by, finding his voice early on in Emery’s life to provide her with the musical childhood that would mold her future. It was something to pass the time after a long day, the stress from the tireless work of building and managing clients in need of a proper defense. From the time her hands were large enough to play each chord she fell in love, her mind racing until she was able to focus on the symbols displayed on the sheets in front of her. She couldn’t help but allow it to take a front seat to her studies, music became the constant in her life while her father traveled. Her mother was lost at an early age, one where Emery was too young to remember, most of her days were occupied by her nanny Charlotte. She met a boy named Axel when she was 17 and he wanted her in his band, this is when Emery realized she enjoyed sitting behind a drum kit and controlling the rhythm more than anything. His band took off during College, providing Em with the desire to leave their hometown and tour around the country. Things started off great, seeming like it was plucked out of a Netflix romcom with their happy ending in reach. Axel changed, the fame and groupies caused him to nitpick every performance and blame every mistake on Emery rather than except responsibility. He would gaslight Em into thinking she was the problem, yelling at her to release his frustrations instead of dealing with them another way. One day things escalated, Emery caught him backstage with a girl who’d been following a few shows of their latest tour and he backed her into a corner, punching the wall beside her head. He wanted her to believe her actions caused his and Emery was stuck choosing between her passion and her mental health. She didn’t have to think about it for long, mid tour Axel decided to leave Em behind in the dust by ultimately deciding to replace her and remove the female representation from his band completely. He said a manager wanted a different look for the band but it didn’t take long for the brunette to put all the pieces together — his girlfriend needed to disappear so groupies would fall at his feet. He needed to remove all possible competition from the stage so he’d look obtainable. It disgusted Emery beyond belief and caused the abrupt end to their relationship, but she couldn’t help but blame herself for went wrong on the flight back home. The girl found herself wanting more, perfection, the ability to construct a message with the beat that tied all her visions together. The blonde couldn’t help but fixate in the mirror, harsh words from Axel sticking in her mind telling her she wouldn’t measure up. She focused on herself, pushing past all her limits until being late for meals turned into skipping them completely. Her impulses were on edge, her stomach rejecting food altogether when she tried to force it down. She needed a change and settled back into her hometown with a new career opportunity selling records. Since tour she was hesitant to play music again, but her desires wouldn’t let her put it down altogether; she found the perfect way to maintain some creativity with choosing the music that played throughout the store. She’s been back in Hidehill full time for officially a year, determined to overcome her anxiety and put together a band that’ll help put some memories behind her.

[morganparkerx]

Basic Information

Full Name: morgan olivia parker

Nickname(s): morgie, mo, minnie

Age: 22

Date of Birth: march 28th, 1999

Occupation: director of operations @ better tomorrow teen center

Hometown: grand junction, colorado (born); san francisco, california (residing)

Ethnicity: english, welsh, scottish

Nationality: american

Gender: demi-woman

Pronouns: she/they (no preference, probably wouldn’t mind ‘he’ either)

Orientation: demi-biromantic, bisexual

Religion: catholic, non-practicing

Political Affiliation: democrat-leaning unaffiliated

Living Arrangements: spacious one bedroom apartment in san francisco.

Language(s) Spoken: english, spanish

Accent: american, a hint of country

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: florence pugh

Hair Colour: brunette, sometimes dyed blonde.

Eye Colour: hazel

Height: 5′4″

Weight: 140lbs

Build: athletic, curvy; “slim thicc”

Tattoos: semicolon on wrist, heart on hip/butt

Piercings: earlobes, left eyebrow, septum

Clothing Style: typically t-shirts or hoodies. not afraid to wear a dress or tuxedo when the occasion calls for it. boots more often than not. cargo pants, joggers, jeans. on the island they’ve been wearing mostly cut-off jeans or dolphin shorts, and sports bras to beat the heat.

Usual Expression: tired.

Distinguishing Characteristics: the frownTM

Health

Physical Ailments: anemia, vitamin deficiency, chronic fatigue

Neurological Conditions: anxiety, adhd, avoidant personality disorder (mild)

Allergies: bullshit

Sleeping Habits: frequent insomnia leading to exhaustion

Eating Habits: red meat and junk food - the island has been much kinder to morgan’s body than san fran.

Exercise Habits: at least an hour daily, alternating between aerobics, calisthenics, and weight training. keeps up with what she can on the island but finds life to be naturally more active here.

Emotional Stability: 7/10. despite their issues morgan has learned to cope and manage the symptoms and recognize their behavioral patterns... for the most part.

Sociability: socializing is one of her least favorite things to do, but she looks at it as a form of “emotional hygiene” and does it anyway. her favorite people are the ones who don’t drain her social battery, and those are rare finds.

Body Temperature: hot to the touch, cold on the inside but they’re not taking us alive. morgan is both a space heater and always craving warmth, especially body heat.

Addictions: does having a stan twitter count

Drug Use: weed occasionally, psychedelics rarely

Alcohol Use: might have a glass of wine to unwind or throw back some shots socially

Personality

Label: the hometown hero

Positive Traits: selfless, intelligent, kind

Negative Traits: insecure, bashful, sarcastic

Goals/Desires: helping teens have a safe place and resources to improve their future. having a family someday. owning a house.

Fears: claustrophobia. arachnophobia. coulrophobia. hemophobia.

Hobbies: gaming, reading, cooking, exercising, binge-watching tv shows, singing, sketching.

Habits: nail biting, pen tapping, leg shaking, licking her lips every 20 seconds because they’re dry af but having no desire to fix that since she’s rarely getting kissed anyway

Favourites

Weather: light showers in spring with the rainbows afterwards

Colour: green

Music: includes but not limited to: billie eilish, meg myers, doja cat, anderson paak, miley cyrus, childish gambino, fallout boy, blink 182, rolling stones, adam sandler

Movies: a bit of a movie buff but not picky. anything marvel. harry potter. adam sandler movies give her life. 21 jump street. 365 dni. literally salivates at the sight of henry cavill, so all of his movies are high on the list. midsommar.

Sport: pro wrestling. hockey. ufc. boxing.

Beverage: vanilla cherry coke. water. rosè. whiskey.

Food: pizza, hamburgers, country fried steak.

Animal: cows.

Family

Father: benjamin parker (alive, estranged)

Mother: abigail parker (deceased)

Sibling(s): jonah parker (brother, estranged).

Children: n/a.

Pet(s): shadow (black tabby cat, living with a friend while morgan’s on the island)

Family’s Financial Status: working class

Extra

Zodiac Sign: aries

MBTI: infp

Enneagram: type 9: the mediator

Temperament: phlegmatic

Hogwarts House: hufflepuff

Moral Alignment: neutral good

Primary Vice: envy

Primary Virtue: charity

Element: earth

[lovekt]

I just had a very sudden desire to write a Peter Parker fanfiction based on deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo.

ok pls im actually gonna fckn omg my brain is working again istg I’ve been brain dead for 3 years i can’t fucking breath omg it’s 1am i have swimming at 5 I’m so sleep deprived why do I do this to myself but tomorrow..... tomorrow I will story plan ;-;

i should actually go to but now my brain decides to be active. ha

[readtilyoudie]

At two and twenty, Charlotte had come to that point in her life where she was beyond wanting to shed her wallflower status. She held no shame that she was more an observer of life than a participant, and that she would very likely someday become a spinster. A lot of women did.

With the exception of Rothbury, she often stammered her way into realizing she wanted nothing more than to fade into the background instead of being the center of attention. She knew who she was and what she desired in life.

And while she valued her mother’s splendid eye-catching costume strategy, but not perhaps the costume choice, this particular evening Charlotte wanted nothing more than to be invisible.

To Wed a Wicked Earl (Devine & Friends, #2) by Olivia Parker

[jovialyouthmusic]

A Lythikan Liaison

After the death of Jackson Walker, the young King’s Guardsman Bastien Lykel accompanies the Royal family to Lythikos in mid December. 

Word Count 3517

Absolutely NS*W and NO UNDER 18s 

Pairing; Bastein Lykel and OC

1 At a Loose End

Bastien Lykel stamped his feet to dislodge the packed snow from his boots as he entered the staff quarters at Lythikos Lodge. The Royal family was spending some time before Christmas in the duchy and taking young Olivia back to the Palace for the festivities. It meant half of the King’s guard, recently deprived of its popular captain, Jackson Walker, travelled with the King and his two sons. Bastien had been Jackson’s protege, and the new Captain had his own favourite, so his duties had diminished somewhat. Bianca, Drake and Savannah had remained at the Palace, as Bianca didn’t seem to have the will or desire to uproot the bereaved children from their home, despite the attractions of skating and building snowmen. To be truthful, it was dubious as to whether the family would stay in Cordonia, and Bastien thought it likely that they would return to Texas.

So he had leisure time that he barely knew how to spend, as his shift was over and Captain Parker had told him he wouldn’t be needed until the return journey. He wondered why he’d been brought along at all, knowing that his time would have been better spent supporting the Walker family. He suspected that Constantine wanted him to cut his ties with them in order to concentrate on his job. But if that was the case, Parker should be keeping him busy, not laying him off.

He sighed as he took his coat off and hung it where the snowflakes would evaporate in the warm air of the entrance hall. He went to the canteen and took a bowl of stew and a crust of warm bread to a table looking out over the frozen lake. A few of the Lodge staff were also eating their evening meal but left him alone, which suited him fine.  The Lythikans knew how to make good hearty food, he’d give them that. He disliked their spiced drinks and the nog turned his stomach, but the red wine was robust and strong and the beer was tolerable in moderation.

He refused the hard spiced cookies that were handed out from table to table by a dour serving woman who leered at him and winked broadly, asking if he wanted someone to warm his bed for him or if he preferred a hot water bottle. Her tone made it plain that such a device was only for weaklings and children. He glared at her and replied he was perfectly capable of making his own arrangements and made his way to the bar, where a few of his fellow guards sat drinking.  Lewis sat alone at a table at the edge of the room, able to see all that went on, as a good guard should. Bastien went over to join him, seeing his glass was almost empty.

‘Hey Bas, how are you holding up?’ Lewis asked. The two men had joined the Guard in the same intake, and had helped each other through some of the more arduous training exercises. Bastien had finished top of his year with Lewis a close second, and the two men had formed a strong bond.

‘I’d be just fine if Parker gave me more to do’ he grumbled ‘I’d far rather be working than told to go and relax.’ He eyed his companion’s glass of Skullcracker ale, making a resolution to have no more than two pints himself before he went back to his tiny room. He may not be working the next morning, but he could do without the crashing hangover Lythican alcohol gave him nonetheless.

‘Sleeping okay?’ Lewis knew that Bastien suffered flashbacks from the assassination attempt that had taken his mentor’s life. Bastien shrugged.

‘A little better’ he admitted ‘It’s too cold to get up and wander around so at least I stay in my bed until breakfast’

‘I wouldn’t admit the cold to the natives’ Lewis said in an undertone ‘They make them hardy out here. It’s only been a decade or so since they stopped putting newborns out in the snow to test how strong they are.’ Bastien snorted

‘It’s rumours like that which keep relations between Lythikos and the rest of Cordonia at an ‘us and them’ level.’ Lewis shook his head and drained his glass of ale.

‘Don’t look now, but those two over by the bar have been eyeing us up since you came in’ Lewis said with an almost imperceptible nod. As he had said, two women were looking in their direction, no subterfuge in their appraisal of the King’s men. They were both well built, one of them taller, close to Bastien’s six foot four inches and had pale skin and rich auburn hair.

‘I’ve already been offered a bed warmer, maybe I should take one of them up on it and get it over with’ Bastien mused.

‘You know what Lythicans are like, you’ll be in for a hard ride’ Lewis warned him. He handed his glass to Bastien, who stood up to go and order ale.

‘I’ve not much better to do’ he said ‘I should make the most of my down time’ He strode to the bar and put the glass down. The bartender raised his eyebrows at him.

‘Another pint of Skullcracker and whatever these two are having’ he nodded at the two women. The taller one held eye contact as she replied.

‘Are you sure you can handle that ale, King’s man?’ she asked ‘Most foreigners find just the one enough to send them to their knees’

‘Foreign? I’m Cordonian just like I presume you are’ he replied ‘Or are you claiming Lythikos is independent of the Crown?’ She frowned

‘Last I heard, Constantine insisted he’s King, and Duchess Lucretia hasn’t made a counter claim. Yet. And we call any non Lythican foreign, even if they come from the next village outside the duchy boundary.’ she replied acidly, but indicated to the barman that she’d accept Bastien’s offer. The other woman took two glasses of ale and went to join Lewis at his table.

‘So what part of Cordonia do you hail from, King’s man?’ she asked, as she took a healthy gulp of the ale that made Bastien hope he could match her without invoking the hangover.

‘My family comes from the capitol’ he said.

‘Oh yes, and what name do you go by?’

‘Lykel. Bastien Lykel’ She pursed her lips and nodded

‘A distinguished name. You might have a claim to the throne yourself if you can prove your lineage.’

‘Power doesn’t interest me’ he said, shaking his head ‘Attending banquets and balls and talking to trade delegates isn’t my idea of a fulfilling lifestyle’ He took a gulp of the thick ale. ‘I take it you’re Lythican?’

‘Naturally. The name’s Marcia. Marcia Wolfsbane’

‘That’s a fine surname too. Have you got links to the Nevrakis?’

‘Only in service, but then doesn’t most of the duchy?’

‘What do you do for a living?’ he asked curiously, and she laughed out loud, slapping her palm on the bar.

‘Can’t you tell? I’m in the same line of business as yourself. I’m part of the Lythican Guard. I saw you and your friend arrive with the Royal family’ She grinned at having bested him. Taking another swig from her glass, she nodded at him appraisingly, her gaze raking him from head to toe ‘You want to come back to my place and fuck?’ she asked. Bastien swiftly got over his chagrin at missing her occupation and gave her a slow smile. He liked directness, it left no room for misinterpretation and he was relieved that she wasn’t interested in drinking herself into a stupor. It had been a while since he’d had anything but brief encounters and wondered if this would be more than a one night stand. It wasn’t important, his job didn’t allow for romantic commitment although Lewis had a steady partner.

‘Sure, why not. Let me finish this first’ he replied.

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Ten minutes later he found himself walking beside the tall woman along the narrow streets of the town that served the lodge and ski slopes. The Lythicans had found there was money to be made from winter sports in peace time and had spared no expense setting up resorts in the hills. Between the low log cabins the snow turned to slush underfoot and he was thankful for his good leather boots and thick socks that kept out the cold and wet.

‘You do realise that a couple of decades ago you wouldn’t have dared to be alone with the likes of me?’ she pointed out ‘Thank goodness for peacetime’

‘I like to think I’m a good judge of character’ he replied. ‘It’s my job to assess dangerous situations’ They trudged on for a while, passing other Lythicans walking to and fro in the darkening early evening.

‘Is it true you use those new tracking devices to keep tabs on each other?’ she asked curiously.

‘I wouldn’t tell you if we did.’ He said shortly. She turned down a dim side street which struck him as the sort of place that unwary travellers might be lured before being relieved of their valuables. Warily he scanned the shadows for lurkers as she strode on.

‘My home’s just down here, King’s man. I share the cabin with my friend back at the bar when we’re off the duty rotation. She’ll leave us alone for the night so you won’t have to worry about disturbing anyone.’

‘Does that depend on the willingness of my partner?’ he asked ‘He’s in a relationship, I’m not sure that he’ll bite’ Marcia shrugged as she stopped at one of the almost identical cabins and put her hand to the door. Bastien noted that it wasn’t locked, a sign either that there was no crime in the town, or that nobody would dare take anything from the occupants.

‘She’ll find someone or somewhere else’ The door swung open and she beckoned him in. ‘Boots off’ she ordered. Bastien bent to unfasten them and left them by the door next to hers and shrugged off his thick coat. The cabin was cool and smelled of spice and pine. She had already hung up her own coat and disappeared through a door off the lobby. He followed to find her kneeling by a wood burner setting a match to it. It took easily and the room was soon warming up.

‘You’ll take a hot drink?’ she asked

‘Only if it’s not spiced’ he replied ‘I prefer my drinks plain.’ She laughed

‘You’re missing out, King’s man’ she exclaimed ‘They warm the blood and heighten the senses’

‘No good if my stomach’s turned’ he said sourly ‘A nip of whiskey does the job very nicely’

‘In that case, hot chocolate with a dash of brandy. No spice’

‘That would be very welcome’ She disappeared, and he took stock of the room. He knew that the town was relatively new, extended to service the ski slopes, and the few traditional buildings were at the centre of the town, and here on the outskirts the buildings were less than five years old. The cabin walls were of dark logs that gave a sense of warmth, and the check curtains were thick and heavy. The furniture was mostly dark stained pine, modern but utilitarian. The couch and chairs were draped in woollen throws, the wooden floor augmented by thick rugs. Red was the predominant colour with accents of green and splashes of golden yellow. Shelves held books and trophies, and he went closer to examine the gleaming silver. Marcia re entered the room with two mugs. He turned to take his, nodding toward the trophies.

‘You have a lot of awards for markmanship’ he observed. She shrugged as he blew on his mug to cool the hot chocolate, plain as she had promised with no scent of spice and no cream, but an aroma of good brandy rose to his nostrils. He took a sip and felt it beginning to warm him from the inside.

‘I have plenty of time to practice, and the hunting in the woods is good’ She put her drink down and took the hem of her woollen jumper, pulling it up off and throwing it onto the couch, with a sigh that indicated that she was hot. She still wore a simple blouse and under vest and was well built, solid and muscular but with enough womanly curves to stir his desire. He knew Lythicans were hot blooded and very active in the bedroom with a casual attitude toward the number of partners they had at any one time, so he had come prepared with protection. Nonetheless, he had a question for her.

‘Are you currently in a relationship?’ he asked. She looked at him over her cup, her piercing blue eyes locking with his grey.

‘Only with my housemate. Are you?’

‘No, but I don’t want to cause any conflict’

‘You won’t’ she said ‘There’s nothing complicated about this unless you want it to be’

‘No, simple suits me just fine’ She put her cup down and moved closer.

‘You have milk on your moustache’ she said huskily, and leaned in to suck at his top lip. He groped to put his mug down on the table next to him, returning the kiss and putting his hand to the back of her neck.

‘Your hair is too long’ she said, reaching up to his forehead, but he gripped her wrist before she could touch it. She bit her lip ‘Someone could twist their fingers into it and control you’ Bastien realised with a flash why all the Lythican guard, male and female, had short cropped hair. He took a pride in his appearance, and his raven black hair was his weakness, always glossy and impeccably styled.

‘They’d have to get close enough to start with, and a good wrist lock would solve the problem even then’ He twisted her wrist to demonstrate, just until he saw her grimace, and let go. She knew her stuff, and it was refreshing to connect with someone so tuned in to his own profession. Truth be told, it was more of a lifestyle than a job. He hoped they could trade work experiences without compromising any confidential information.

But at that moment there was something more primal at hand, something basic and physical that stirred and aroused him. He was always holding himself back, keeping something in reserve, and he guessed that he could let go with her, be himself in a way he couldn’t with anyone else he’d encountered so far. She pushed him back and they stumbled to the couch. A split second decision allowed her to push him down and follow so that she was straddling him, triggering his arousal as her thighs clamped to his. Again she reached for his hair and he countered, pinning her wrists behind her back. Still she surged forward, her breasts pressing to his chest, her lips crashing to his. She lost her balance, allowing him to pivot so that she was the one sitting on the couch. He braced his knee between her thighs, letting go of her wrists. She put her palms to his chest, keeping him from leaning in to claim her lips.

‘One of us has to yield’ he panted.

‘The stronger the fight, the sweeter the surrender’ she growled, and bucked forward pushing him onto the floor. He landed on his back, the thick woollen rug cushioning his fall as she followed him down. He fought back, and they rolled around on the floor, neither giving in until they paused, both panting with exertion, Bastien on top but bracing his weight off her, elbows locked.

He straddled her, pinning her hips down and straightened up to take his sweater and shirt off, warmed through at last from their battle for supremacy. Her eyes blackened as she gazed at his broad muscled chest and flat abdomen scattered with dark hair. Again she bucked and threw him off, mirroring his effort by pinning him to the floor and stripping to the waist before falling on him and delivering scorching kisses and little nips along his neck to his shoulder. Her breasts were small and firm despite her stature, her belly soft but flat, and he was hard between her thighs. They rolled around the floor managing somehow to assist each other to strip naked and end up side by side, her thigh thrown over his hip, breathing hard. She reached down to judge his size with fingers and palm, and a slow smile spread across her face.

‘You are big in every way, Bastien Lykel.’ she murmured appreciatively. ‘I knew there was something about you worth pursuing’ Despite the woollen rugs and the heat of the wood burner the floor was hard and cold and he was grateful as she rose and pulled him to his feet, guiding him with purposeful stride to her bedroom. It was cool but she threw back the bedclothes to drag him on top of her, sinking into the firm mattress and spreading her thighs for him. She rose to sink her teeth into his shoulder and clawed at his back. With an inhuman effort he drew back from her, not quite lost yet.

‘I have – we need protection’ he panted.

‘In the bedside drawer’ she groaned ‘Hurry, I’ve not bedded a man for months’ He fumbled in the drawer and found a foil packet, tearing it open and hoping it was large enough for his girth. He was in luck, and rolled the rubber sheath over his length without discomfort. She pushed him over onto his back and mounted him like an animal, pressing her sex to him before guiding him where she needed him and he placed his hands on her hips, trusting that she knew what she was letting herself in for. She groaned as she started to lower herself onto him, alarmingly tight, but she was wet and the noises she made assured him that pain and pleasure were inseparable for her.

Soon she sat flush to him and rolled her hips, rising up above him and throwing her head back with a guttural cry before leaning forward to bury her face in his between his neck and shoulder, sucking and biting. What they did in that bed bordered on fighting as they wrestled for dominance, rolling over, tangling in the bedclothes, settling into a fierce steady rhythm that challenged the strength of the bedframe. Bastien realised that she could take anything he gave her, and savagely thrust into her willing flesh, pinning her hands above her head until she arched her back and gave out a loud ululating cry. He felt her pulse around him, and with a roar he followed her over the edge until they lay spent and panting, and he rolled off her to the side.

‘Are you sure you’re not from Lythikos?’ she panted as he cleaned himself up.

‘I may have some ancestors somewhere along the line’ he remarked. He went to the bedroom door.

‘You can stay the night if you like’ she said from the tangle of bedclothes. He paused in thought. He could remember his way back to his billet but was reluctant to dress and go out into the cold.

‘That’s generous of you. I need to get my clothes and fold them’ When he returned, she had straightened the blankets and thrown them back for him, a naked leg uncovered. He got in and lay on his back. He wasn’t a cuddler and the bed was wide. She seemed to understand, and curled into herself on her side of the bed.

‘When are you on duty?’ she asked

‘Not until we leave’ he replied ‘My superior seems to think I need down time, but I’d rather be busy’

‘I heard about Walker’ she replied, and he gritted his teeth.

‘I was there’ he said shortly, feeling himself tense at the memory.

‘He sounded like a good man. I never met him’

‘And you never will’ he turned his back to her.

‘I’m sorry for your loss’ she said quietly. ‘That was insensitive of me.’ He snorted, biting back resentful words. He felt her hand on his shoulder. ‘I’m off duty tomorrow as well. If you like, you could come hunting with me’ Her hand fell away. ‘If you look outside the back you’ll see the green and the communal cookfire. All the cabins that back onto it contribute – either with meat or vegetables, or by cooking. I need to make my donation’

‘I’ll think about it’ He was tired – tired of the flashbacks, tired of grieving, tired of worrying about the Walker family, and now from the physical exertion he had just undergone. He felt the comfortable glow of his release, and that and the brandy lured him closer to the edge of sleep. He felt his eyelids grow heavy. His companion was silent, and he surrendered to the dark comfort of slumber.

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— JBs Sleepover —

(AWSOME ASS MOOD BOARD FROM THE ONE AND ONLY EXCLUSIVE @olivia-faith)

Due my amazing fans, lets have a fucking sleepover!

I First off would like to say im so thankful for each and everyone of you individually and as a community, i honestly never thought that i would make it this far, NOW I KNOW THAT I ONLY HAVE 150 BUT LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT PLS- but i love you and wish the best for you in everything you do, thank you to the ones who private message me and show me sooo much love, i am sending it right back❤️🖤

I will litterally write anything , but if i find something uncomfortable i will try to change it just a bit. 

The people i write for:

Peter Parker

Tom Holland

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Harrison osterfield

Harry styles

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Hermoine granger

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