#I even have a necklace with two old keys on it that I consider my jazzton necklace
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Jazz-core images from the last time I got to go to Hippo. His shop is shit like this. Plus plants.
#roz posts#fuck ok. I NEED a jazz tag. I'm pretty sure he's my only s/i without one#ughhhhg.....#jazz❤️🧱#<- that'll do for now#heartbeet + bricks...#also tempting to use ❤️🗝 instead...#bc I associate jazzton with old keys (jazz collects them and anton tries to bring him any he finds on demo sites)#I even have a necklace with two old keys on it that I consider my jazzton necklace#but it feels too ''key to my heart'' which is not the vibe I want#though it is very cute#so I may change his tag later. we'll see
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dilf december
day eight ⭑ tetsuro kuroo ⭑ sugar daddy x reader
tw: age gap & slight angst/conflict
midnight. he must think you're a joke.
lately, you and kuroo have had issues pertaining to him coming home from work far too late. he is supposed to finish at 5PM but most days he comes home around one or even two in the morning. which is a major issue considering it means you never get to spend any time with him, as he falls asleep as soon as he gets home then wakes up again at 8AM sharp and heads straight to work. he won't even entertain the idea of sitting down to have breakfast with you, he's always in a hurry to leave.
thus, you had to put your foot down and say that if he didn't start coming home at a reasonable time, you'd send him packing. at first he thought you were being unreasonable but you explained that you understood that he had overtime to do and sometimes he wants to socialise with his colleagues after hours, so that is why you gave him until 11PM to do so. six extra hours after his scheduled hours conclude should be plenty.
he still thought you were being a bit overbearing but he eventually conceded, not liking to see you upset for too long. he agreed that he would start coming home at 11PM sharp so the two of you could spend more time together during the week.
however, you were standing by the door at 11.30PM and from peering out the front window you could see his car had yet to pull up into the driveway. naturally, by midnight, you had packed the majority of his clothes and essential personal belongings into suitcases, and had hauled them into the foyer.
it was around 1AM when he finally arrived, and you were alerted by the jangling of his keys in the front door as to his presence. when he entered, you were already waiting patiently in your crimson evening gown, standing with your arms crossed in front of all his shit.
"hi, my angel." he cooed, immediately trying to diffuse the piping hot tension in the air.
but to no avail, as you quickly hiss back, "here's all your stuff. take it and go."
he approached you with his arms extended for a hug, or to pull you in for a kiss, saying "c'mon, baby, what's all this for? y'know i—" but you jerk away on reflex.
"take it and get out." you remain firm in your stance, standing behind one of the particularly large suitcases and using it as a barrier between the two of you.
"get out of my own house, huh?" he replies, quirking a brow.
"it's not your house anymore." you state bluntly.
he nods, clicking his tongue, "right. do you want to tell me why i'm being kicked out of my house?" his temper is calm and witty, despite everything, which almost pissed you off even more.
"you know exactly why! because i asked you to be home by eleven, but here you are at one in the morning. and you didn't even text or call me to say you were going to be late; it's like you don't even care that i'm at home thinking about you." your voice trails off as you notice kuroo's wavering, "are you even listening to me?!"
now he fixes it and meets your eye, "of course, princess. i just think you look so beautiful in that red dress. d'ya want me to get it for you in blue as well?"
your eyes widen, as you clutch the fabric of the gown, which finishes at your mid-thigh, "or how about an emerald green? i think it would be very flattering if it was mo—" your excited look drops into a harrowing glare as it dawns on you what scheme he is trying to employ, "you can't distract me by talking about clothes."
he frowns and puts his hand over his heart solemnly, bowing his head, "i apologise, i shouldn't do that." he states, then glances up at you with his head still lowered, and adds, "but how about an emerald necklace to match your new dress? we can go to the jeweller next week if you l—"
"kuroo!" you roar, and he instantly straightens himself out, as you point him to the exit, "go!"
since bribery hasn't worked, now he'll have to resort to begging. "c'mon, (y/n), you can't kick me out! how's an old guy like me going to survive on the streets?" he plead, though the shit-eatting grin on his face really reduced the believability of his performace.
"you'll have to make it work, i guess." you huff while shrugging. "maybe you can find shelter in a brothel."
he sighs, realising how persistent you are about this, "i'm sorry, (y/n). i really am, i just get so caught up in work, y'know. and i want to do the best job i can so i can afford to get you nice things. who is going to be paying for your ¥2,000,000 handbags and purses?" his tone his half-serious and half-joking, and that's how he always finds a way to make you giggle even during conflict.
"well, if it means getting to see you more often, i guess i could go without buying anymore handbags for a while." you sheepishly press your lips into a line, while kuroo gazes up at you with a faux-mystified expression, eyes filled with wonder and admiration.
"really? you would do that? how selfless."
you roll your eyes and he just laughs, finally able to throw an arm around your shoulders and pull you in for a tight embrace. "what a sweetheart you are, making sacrifices for us. and i'll try to avoid scheduling meetings for the afternoon so i can get all my work done before 5PM, that way i can get home on time to see my girl. how does that sound?"
"good." you mumble against his chest, being muffled by his pressed shift that smells strongly of musky designer perfume. "and you need to text me when you're running late."
"done." he says confidently, finally allowing you escape him firm hold, "so, can i unpack my bags?"
"hmm," you stroke your chin with your thumb, pondering until you reach a suitable verdict, "you can take the bags up to our room, but i need to see if you stay true to your word for the rest of the week before you unpack."
he nods, flashing you his signature charming smile, "that sounds fair."
#kuroo x y/n#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo x reader#kuroo x you#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo tetsuro x you#kuroo tetsuro fluff#tetsuro kuroo#haikyuu x you#dilf⭑december
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The Ending of the Story
OOC: Guys, I know I had said I'd update eventually, but mostly my interest has waned. For the sake of giving you all closure about what happens at the end, I'm just gonna jot down the bullet point version. If ya'll have further questions about some of my alternate plans and such, feel free to put those in the ask box.
It turns out that Obsidian is not being shocked by Yellow Diamond, but by White Diamond piloting the Diamond mech, while she is copying Yellow's powers. Obsidian tries to fight back as much as possible but is destabilized into Alexandrite and Steven.
White Diamond tries to kidnap Steven into her ship but Connie and Lion manage to rescue him. She also tries to kidnap Yellow and Blue as well.
Alexandrite pushes Yellow and Blue out of the way while the Diamond mech's foot crushes her and she completely loses her form.
Yellow, Blue, and Steven all fuse into Prismatic Diamond, a Diamond containing all colors in the rainbow and she fights with White Diamond.
The two Diamonds have a Beam-O-War with each other and White Diamond ends up getting corrupted, and Rainbow Diamond bubbles her.
Here is some concept art, although I do not feel quite satisfied with the look of Rainbow Diamond so if I had completed the story, I probably would have done something different.
Some of my concept art goes back to 2018
The Earth is finally safe, but Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl have been shattered. Steven's tears heal them, but I did actually have a version of the story that is longer that ends up with the fight going to Homeworld, and they are healed, but they have been rejuvenated and lost their memories.
Actually in the longer version, Lapis would have used her water powers to lift the Cluster out of the Earth, through space, back to Homeworld, and White Diamond would have been poofed
In either case, Connie's parents arrive, worried, along with Greg, and while they are relieved that their children are safe, Steven and Connie end up revealing that they were pretty badly hurt in the fight with the reveal of just how much blood was on Connie's sword.
Steven and Connie's parents make the hard decision to move from Beach City, and even though the kids protest, ultimately the Maheswarens and Greg have the final say, however they are allowed a last day to pack up their things and say goodbye to everyone.
They all have a giant pizza party to celebrate the Earth being free, and Steven presents Yellow and Blue Diamond with the gift of two yellow and blue star shaped necklaces- telling them that even though their place is on Homeworld to sort things out in Era 3 and make a life better for their gems, they're now considered honorary Crystal Gems.
Many tears are shed as Steven is surrounded by a massive group hug.
Life is very hard for Steven after leaving Beach City due to missing his friends. But slowly over time, being away allows both him and Connie to heal from their traumatic childhood experiences, and they're both able to attend school together and get the professional help that they need. The Crystal Gems also make frequent visits to help support Steven as well, but he hasn't been back to the temple since moving.
Then, finally in the epilogue, Steven and Connie are engaged to be married. As young adults, not only do they revisit Beach City for old time's sake, but they also make a trip to Homeworld where Steven is able to see how much Homeworld has been restored.
At this time, he decides with Yellow and Blue Diamond that it's finally time to confront White Diamond and try to heal her. Their Pearls hold keys to the vault where she's kept so that the three of them all have to agree that it's safe to do so.
It is a struggle as a corrupted White Diamond emerges from the bubble, but with Steven's sense of adult maturity, his successful road to recovery, and the support of Yellow and Blue Diamond, the three of them are able to get through to her and finally accept herself, flaws and all. When she is healed, all four of them end up fusing into Prismatic Diamond (or you could call her Paragon which is a popular theory I've heard of)
I don't think I made as many pictures of her, but here's an unfinished concept anyways
Paragon unleashes a healing waves of light over the Earth, and all corrupted gems that still have not been recovered by the Crystal Gems are cured by this wave. Seeing this, the Crystal Gems back on Earth unbubble every single corrupted gem, and they are restored as well.
The 4 Diamonds unfuse, and while White is hesitant to adjust to this new reality that she lives in, Blue and Yellow promise to be there to support her.
Yellow Diamond herself reflects on her past and the things she's learned though learning to love Steven and her fellow Diamonds and gems at the same time.
Here's an epilogue I wrote down:
And that's it! Let me know if you want the bullet points for the longer version of the story where White Diamond does end up taking Steven, Yellow, and Blue to Homeworld!
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The devil's mark - Peter Steele Chapter 1.
I've never posted on Tumblr before.
This is silly, here's chapter 1 of my fanfiction.
"Arch your back for me, sweetheart."
!! for before you start this story!!
TW! Blood & gore mention, Sex, Kinky shit, masochism/sadism, !TW
(Yes this chapter will be a little boring, that's how it all starts out LMAO.)
It had been a while since you drank, or really even gotten shitfaced with your friends. You had been so busy with work, college, and everything that it became a burden for the extra time of friends or anything else. But it was summertime now, the bugs were crawling out of hell. When the burden of your parents came along- expecting you to come home for the vacation time you had, it aggravated you like no other thing could do. Your parents had always been strict- you would have to change your entire personality just to talk to them. They were strictly Christians and not the good kind. You would come home and get into a fight with your parents about even ripped jeans, it wasn't enjoyable.
So when you argued with your mother about how you didn't want to come back just yet, she went berserk. It was horrible- she sent audio messages just screaming and the rebellious spirit in you wanted nothing more than to ignore her texts and do something fun, do something for yourself.
So you did.
Picking up your car keys, and driving to a local bar was a relief you hadn't had in a while. You would Uber home- that was the plan. The familiar smell of booze and liquor-filled your nostrils as you stepped foot inside of the bar, sitting down on an uncomfortable stool with no back.
As you talked to the bartender, handing them your ID- freshly old enough to drink you ordered something simple, a few shots of vodka. It was something easy that could get you messed up. You ordered some chasers to go with it, although you were here to drink alcohol- it didn't mean the taste was at all enjoyable.
Picking up a shot, holding back your tongue to swallow it and feeling that sour and acidic taste go down your throat practically ran a shock through your body. You released a strain of coughs at the hard taste, before sipping your chaser. It was alike instant relief to your burned tastebuds. But it burnt your throat and tongue so good, that smooth warm feeling dropped over you like a warm blanket instantly.
You didn't do much besides scroll on your phone, preparing yourself for the next few shots to come later.
"Arent you just a pretty thing?" You saw a man sit right by you- his hair long, and his teeth longer. It was one of the first things you noticed about him, those sharp and pointy canines. It didn't really bring much to mind- it was getting more common for body modification. Infact you found some of it cool and cute, so the canines must've been made on instead. he was a interesting sight to say the least, he had his ears pierced and baggy pants on, a grey wife lover tanktop on with a cross necklace draped over it. His eyebags were large, his eyes almost pitch black.
The shirt he wore made his muscles quite defined on his body, as well as his tattoos. You had considered getting a couple of tattoos but-
"Can I buy you a drink, Sweet little thing?" you heard him ask, a Brooklyn accent on his tone. His voice is deep and silky.
Free alcohol never hurt anyone, you internally shrugged, on the outside nodding at him with a small smile. It had been a while since a man offered to buy you a drink.
You prepared yourself as the bartender slid a drink towards you- on his tab. You took it with grace, letting that poison run down the back of your throat once again, grimacing from the taste.
He stared at your every move, a smirk creeping onto your face as you produced a face of disgust from the shot.
...It was going to be a long night.
.
He was a gentleman, kind of.
He was quite teasing, and as you two talked he stared at you with that shit-eating smirk. It lit a little bit of playfulness up in your body, you smiled back. He talked with gentleness to you, casually as you two exchanged what your life was like getting to know one another.
"What do you do for work?" you let slip out of your tongue, asking him out of curiosity. from his looks- it looked like he could be a model or a bodybuilder from how tall he was. He stood at wide and strong about 6'8, filling out his height.
"Im in a band. I do music." He smiled at your question, taking a sip of his bourbon as he ended his words. It was surprsing- it was hard to make it out into the world with just music. It made your curiosity peak a little bit more.
"Whats the name of it?" You asked curiously, it was a simple question, nothing more.
"Type O negative."
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No way. This had been one of your favorite bands since you were a teenager, you had band posters of them still in your house! He must be- a backup singer or something.
"Lead singer. Peter Steele, sweetheart." The words almost caused to freeze instantly. You had a crush on peter steele since you were quite young. You squinted your eyes, trying to make out his full appearance out of a drunken blur and the dim lighting of the bar- it was him. Or it was a replica of him- but whatever. Holy shit.
"I love them." you mumbled back, your jaw almost agape.
"Is that so doll? Im flattered." He smiled at you, with a small chuckle escaping his stomach. You could see him even blush a little from your words, it was a little embarrassing that peter steele himself was seeing you like this. Ugh. But- he was the one who took interest in you.
as you two begin to talk about the band he was in about your teenage years he found himself quite amused and entranced by you. You both drank a little more, before the night was blurry and a mix of laughs and a good experience.
"That necklace is quite nice." Peter stared down at your necklace, it was a little crow skull. It made you giggle ever so lightly, your hands instinctively going to grab it.
The tip of the skull snatched against your skin, creating a soft and quick wince from you as you created a small scratch on your neck.
"Fuck- I just scratched myself with that. What the hell?" You groaned as you felt cold blood softly bubble up at the surface, not too much but enough to be noticeable.
It was only a scratch- it would scab up in a few minutes or so. No need for anything.
You looked back to see Peter staring at the small scratch, his face apathetic. It was hard to tell what he was looking at the small blood with. But his eyes were almost drawn to it- glancing between your eyes and then back to your neck.
and after a few seconds- he stared at it once again letting his guard down. His eyes were full of.. Hunger.
Rather than empathy.
Huh.
#type o negative#peter steele#peter steele x reader#reader x peter steele#fanfiction#ao3 writer#wattpad#reading community
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The moon (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc)
Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell (ofc) Masterlist
Summary: It's 1905 and this is their third Valentine's day together. But it's the first one where they share more than kisses. Two seventeen years old in love, a house just for them and a night full of promises that Alfie makes to her. She deserves the moon and for his girlfriend, Alfie is ready to learn to fly.
Warnings: None. Just two teenagers in love. Fluff.
Words: 1.2k || Valentine's masterlist
1905.
That was the third Valentine's Day together, but the first since they had begun to share some nights together.
On February 13, Rose left the Evert home where she worked to pick him up. She knew he would be on an extra shift that afternoon at the bakery where he worked and waited for him there.
"Solomons! Your girl is outside!"
One of Alfie's co-workers, spotted her leaning against a wall on the sidewalk across the street and waved to her before going to look for him. It wasn't unusual to see her there and everyone in the bakery knew who she was because Alfie named her every chance he got.
The teenage girl smiled as she watched him walk towards her and even more so when he lifted her in his arms before kissing her.
"Good afternoon, luv."
"Good afternoon, Al. How are you, sweetheart?"
"Tired. But good, you?"
"Same… but…"
Alfie narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. His girlfriend had a mischievous look that he knew all too well.
"But?"
"Tomorrow is February 14th. I know we didn't plan anything, but I really want to celebrate with you so I got a place to be alone. It's a good opportunity for us to be able to enjoy ourselves a bit, do you want to?"
"You're offering me a night together, precisely on Valentine's Day, and then asking me if I want to? You should know that answer by now, Rosie. Of course I want to, where?"
"It's a house that's in the care of Betty, another of Evert's employees. They use that house for the summer, because it's too cold to live in now but there's always someone looking after it. And she, Betty, can't take care of it tomorrow so I volunteered. In the morning she's going to give me the key and then the place is all mine…or in this case, ours."
"You, Rose Elizabeth Coldwell, you are my life and a treasure to mankind. I need to buy you something for tomorrow."
"I don't need anything, Al. Keep that money,"
The boy smiled at her and kissed her forehead "I love you."
That February 14th, for a winter day turned out to be a little warmer than usual, though still cold. Rose had yet to tell her mother that she wouldn't be back until the next day. Her mother already knew that the relationship between her daughter and the boy who lived next door had gone to the next level and yet Rose still found it difficult to talk openly about it. But she finally did.
"I'd always rather you tell me where you're going to be than have to worry, sweetheart."
"Yes, Mom. But don't worry about me and it's just for today."
The woman nodded. She trusted Alfie, she had watched him grow up since he was a baby and knew that nothing would happen to her daughter if he was around.
Alfie knew his girlfriend didn't want him to spend money on her, considering it wasn't something either of them had any to spare but quite the opposite, but Alfie knew that this Valentine's Day wouldn't be like the previous two. It was obvious that they now had another bond and as such, he as a man (or on his way to becoming one) needed something to show for it. Before he would have reached for a sweet treat or a walk near the Thames, but not anymore.
On his way to the bakery where he worked, he stopped for a moment at the flea market. At a stall selling old china, paintings and books he saw a silver necklace bearing her name and a rose. It might not be the most beautiful thing, but Alfie knew she would like it. All that was needed now was for the sun to go down. And according to the clock, that was still ten hours away. An eternity.
At the local market she had bought several things for dinner. Fish, potatoes and various herbs would be enough for the two of them. Cooking was not her specialty but for him, she did it. She was grateful that she didn't have to work at the mansion that day, taking care of that house gave her some peace of mind that she wouldn't have otherwise. But like Alfie, the day was incredibly long.
An hour ahead of schedule, he showed up. The bakery owner took pity on the boy and allowed him to leave early to go in search of his Juliet to celebrate Valentine's Day. Once upon a time he had been 17 years old, too.
Both teenagers greeted each other with an eternal kiss. Finally on what had seemed to be the longest day of mankind, the two were finally together.
"Happy Valentine's Day, luv."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Al."
Rose had thrown wood in the fireplace so the usually cold house was cozier.
Alfie knew the kitchen was his girlfriend's enemy and teasing her about it was something he wasn't going to let go, even on Valentine's Day.
"We're not in danger of fire?"
"No, Mr. Solomons, I've been careful today. So don't be an ass, Alfie. And I assure you it will be one of the tastiest things you've ever ate, at least made by me. I can't compete with your talent or your mother's. Or mine. But I'm trying."
"For me, it will be perfect."
The oil lamps, the fire in the fireplace and the candles on the table helped the romantic mood that day around the two of them. Alfie and Rose would love each other madly for the rest of their lives. But there was something about their seventeen years that future versions of them would not have: that was pure love. Not because they would love each other less in the future, but for the simple reason that at that age they were a mixture of still being children with being adults and both worlds collided, provoking in them a mixture of innocent love with passion that they could not control. And anyone who saw them interacting said so.
Dinner, as she had said, was the best she had made so far and Alfie had been unable to say anything about it, his empty plate spoke for him.
His arms around her waist and early kisses on her neck, prevented Rose from washing the dishes when she tried to do so after dinner. Alfie didn't want dessert either, or he did, but not the one she had just offered him. And why keep pretending when she wanted the same thing? There was only one excuse why Rose had gotten the house for her and him on Valentine's Day and that was to enjoy the evening. And the bedroom was witness to that.
Alfie held her against his chest, moments later. His heart was still racing and she, lying against him, could feel it.
"My life for staying like this forever."
"I told you, Rosie, we're going to do it. I promised you and I keep promising you the life you deserve. I'm going to give it to you, even if it takes me years."
"I don't need much more than you, a place for us and a dog, Al."
"And we're going to get it," the boy stroked her back gently before kissing her again. "I have something for you, wait."
His coat had been left in the living room and that was as far as he went. She couldn't help but laugh as she watched him walk there naked. If only Mildred Evert knew what she was doing in her house…but fuck the old lady and her two stupid sons. She didn't know whose bed she and Alfie had made love in, but if it was old Evert's all the better. And if it was Lawrence's, the eldest son's, all the better still.
Alfie ran back. The temperature difference between the two rooms was noticeable and he was grateful to be back sheltering in bed next to his Rosie.
"To you. Happy Valentine's Day, again, dove." He handed her the package wrapped in wooden paper that had a red bow on it.
"Alfie, I told you…"
"I know, but I wanted to give you something." Alfie looked at her as he opened the gift. Rose deserved better than that trinket. One day, he told himself, he would give her a diamond necklace. He would make it like he was named Alfred Solomons.
"Love, it's beautiful!" the sincerity in her gaze and her voice made him smile. The girl kissed him, caressing his cheek. "Will you help me?"
"Sure."
Alfie put the necklace around her neck and closed the clasp. The charm with the rose and the engraved name, fell to her chest.
"I'm not taking it off. Thank you, Al. I love you."
"Me too, pet. I promise to give you something better in the future. The moon, if you ask me."
"You don't know how to fly," Rose smiled as Alfie gave her an amused look and lay down on top of her again.
"As if that's a drawback…because of you, luv, I learn to fly."
#alfie solomons#alfie solomons x oc#alfie solomons x ofc#alfie x rose#peaky blinders#peaky blinders x oc#tom hardy
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Any Otto and ginnee thoughts? Bec I have been coming up with a few of mine ginnee is becoming one of my favorite background tributes even if she never made it to the games in neither the book or movie
Ginnee
- I love the idea of her being an artist the hat she wore in the movie reminded me of a painter's hat, she loves crafts and writing her own stories she always carries a Note book and pencil with her in case she had a sudden inspiration her family and neighbors love hearing her stories, she has her own small business where she sells bracelets and necklaces she made out of old keys and she always collects things people might consider junk and she creates crafts from it
- she's the youngest in her family and is sometimes teased about it by her siblings she sometimes ignores and sometimes gets angry at it , I see her as being 15 years old
- deeply wishes she can get a cat she's a huge cat lover
- she was horrified at the fact that there were sick children who were reaped and her hatred for the capitol grew more and more from it
-she's indifferent towards the ring twins on the one hand she's glad she and Otto got mentors who are invested in mentoring them and do feed them but on the other hand she can't help but question whether they are doing that out of the kindness of their hearts or so that she and Otto trust them and then they can use them to win the prize
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I love the idea of Otto and ginnee being childhood friends, they are in the same class in school and hang out when they have free time
Otto
- he works as a mechanic's assistant he had to work since he was 9 because of his parents not being able to work full time due to their physical conditions, he's father has a crippled leg and his mother is blind and there aren't many well paying jobs in district 6 for their circumstances so Otto and he's older sister are the main providers of the family and he has younger twin siblings, Otto wishes he can get to have more free time being a kid as he goes to work immediately after school but he understands that he's family needs him and he accepts the responsibility placed on him
- he doesn't tolerate anyone insulting any of his loved ones anyone who dares doing that well face he's rath, he's very protective of those he cares about
- consider he's childhood toys he's treasurer, it comforts him after a long day to hold one of his childhood toys
- was very mistrustful of the ring twins, he's already deep hatred for the capitol has reached a boiling point and he didn't trust anything the twins do for him and ginnee and was very insulted of the fact that he and ginnee had to dance to get food , despite the twins being nice to him and ginnee he couldn't help feeling mistrustful of them after all they don't understand how terrified and worried he is at the fact that he would have to kill to get home and how he would face ginnee 's family if he did come back to district 6 or how worried he is for he's family how could this two privileged people understand any of the feelings he's going through, he doesn't hate them they were pretty nice to him and ginnee but he doesn't trust them either
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Helloooo 👻
It's so good to know that!!! OMG that's so exciting!!! I love making bracelets. I've been reusing some beads from old necklaces that I don't use anymore and some others that I got recently and it's so fun! I'm also going to maybe try making a mix of crochet and bead bracelets for my eras show next year. Sadly, my town won't get the eras movie, but I don't think I want to see it before the actual concert. But, I'm so excited for you all going and sharing these moments again!!!! 🤍🤍🤍
It's definitely the key to a successful future!!! Open communication and willingness to have empathy and walk a mile in someone else's shoes. I think we'll achieve great things when we care about eachother truly more.
Yes, it was a cool experience! I just felt like I could trust her and this time I wasn't wrong. 😂 I might sell some stuff I don't really use anymore. And give some others to my friends that I think fit the aesthetic perfectly. Definitely!!! I'm not exactly from a rural area, but it pretty much as gigantic in the middle of nowhere vibes. Hehehe
I kinda did back then!!!! It was a great time!!! And then speak now was out and that made everything even worse. I was so in love with it!!! I was drawing a 13 on my hand everyday in my senior year in highschool, during my study time for the final exams. Like a good luck charm. 🥰🤍 you're so right about that!!!! Her music is definitely different from eachother, but there's like this thread throughout that just makes it so Taylor! I'm glad you're also having the best time with the rerecordings, because I definitely am!!! I think it's something so incredible! Awww that's so sweet!!! How is it having brothers? I only have two younger sisters.
Hahaha what's your dog's name? I also had a dog and a cat before and it was amazing! They got along so well. 🤍🤍🤍
I haven't watched any of those do I'll add them to my list! Thank you 🤍
Oh, that's understandable! I used to listen to them too! We have a lot of similar favs!!!! ☺️🥰 what's your favourite non Taylor song atm?
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hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!! I hope that you've had a lovely week so far <3
oh 100%, I am a bracelet making fiend! I do pretty basic ones to be fair, but I also work full-time so it's not as easy for me to do more intricate ones; although I LOVE seeing how creative people are with their bracelets (shoutout to my favs @hollyfhumberstone and @dancingwiththecoven bc they make GORGEOUS bracelets and I am forever in awe of coco's and jens talent!!!). OMG PLEASE MAKE CROCHET AND BEAD BRACELETS THAT'S SO CUTE!! I'm sorry that the movie isn't coming to your town, that's no fun, but I'm glad you get to go to the actual show next year (that's so exciting!)! I'm super excited especially because I'm taking the day off tomorrow to go spend it with my friends before the showing we're going to and we're all huge swifties so it's always a party with us!
EXACTLY! You hit the nail on the head!!! <333
Omg yessssssss, I love getting to support small businesses and especially small swiftie businesses, it's always my fav thing to do! Oh I feel that! I live in a big-ish city, but it's in the middle of nowhere and it takes almost 2 hours to get to the closest big city with things like target or even most chain restaurants like Panda Express or sit down ones like Olive Garden.
The OG Speak Now era was something else! I remember when it came out and being absolutely obsessed with haunted bc I was in a twilight phase and I firmly believed that haunted should've been on the soundtrack somewhere! Long Live is my fav from Speak Now (og and tv) but a lot of that has to do with the memories I have associated with it! Okay but I love that you drew the 13 on your hand for good luck, that's so precious!!
It's 100% Taylor's songwriting that makes it so clearly Taylor. Really and truly, it's amazing to see how she's consistent with her writing from debut to midnights considering how much she's grown as a songwriter and musician over the years. I firmly believe that her music holds up throughout the years and will continue to do so, especially with the re-recordings! Oh I am, I love getting to relive those eras again, especially because they were so important to me during the OG eras. I'm very lucky to have my brothers! We're all very close and I wouldn't trade them for the world (I'm the middle child lol)!!
Her name is Kayla! She's an 11 year old Labrador Retriver mix that I adopted last year and I love her so so much! Winnie is my baby but Kayla is my sweet old lady. They get along for the most part except Kayla is a garbage disposal and will eat anything, including Winnie's food (which makes Winnie angry because she's particular about her food lol).
I recommend them a lot! I'm always looking for new things to watch or listen to, I love broadening my tastes!
I love that!!! I think my favorite non-Taylor song atm is He Gets Me So High by beabadoobee or get him back! by Olivia Rodrigo. They're both songs I have constantly going in my head.
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Hello!! I was hoping for a platonic ship and a romantic ship if that’s alright?
I use she/they pronouns and go by Jean. I'm fair skinned with a(n annoying) natural blush and faint scatter of freckles over my cheeks, at a height of 5'2" with extremely wavy, brown hair that reaches a little past my shoulders with a single bleached blonde strand; I usually have it down or up in braided updo's. I have round hazel green eyes, typically blocked by my rounded gold wired-framed glasses (which I would be absolutely blind as a bat without them) and on occasion I'll wear mascara and/or lip gloss (the lip gloss is more common). I have one regular piercing with two cartilage hoops on my right ear, and three regular piercings on my left ear, and I'm typically never without my moonstone key necklace. My wardrobe definitely leans towards a dark academia/dark cottagecore vibe, with lots of button-ups, vests, cardigans & crocheted or thrifted sweaters, slacks, flowery dresses, blouses.
I tend to keep to myself the majority of the type unless someone catches my attention, or if someone that doesn't have an overwhelming presence strikes up a conversation with me. I'm kind of quiet at first, but once I've become close with someone, I'm very energetic/talkative and somewhat chaotic, and very physically and vocally affectionate. I get overwhelmed really easily and will quickly seek comfort from those I'm close with, mostly by me drawing or tracing my finger on the palm of their hand, or just hand-holding in general. I have a very sarcastic/smart-ass kind of humor; being a little shit is very fun, can confirm. I love gift-giving very much and am the type of person to randomly buy or make a gift for people I care about. I'm INFJ and a Capricorn. When I have free time, I tend to spend my time reading (my favorite books being mostly mysteries/thrillers or fantasy adventures), writing, drinking tea, napping, crocheting/embroidering/cross-stitching, baking, binge-watching my favorite shows (basically a lot of "old lady" hobbies lol), and while I typically like to be off on my own, I also really like at least being in the same room as my loved ones, we don't have to be doing anything together as long as we're both there. When I do want to do things with people, I love card games & board games, having deep conversations (literally my favorite thing), and writing/reading together, or even just watching a movie/show together. Also, I love car rides, but only when I'm not the one driving. When I do feel up to going out and about, I love libraries/book stores, thrift stores, and I really wish I could go to museums more often. I’m into acting and theatre, though considering working behind the scenes in script-writing. That was pretty long, I apologize 😅. I hope you have a good day!! <333
Hey :)
You seem really cool and to be honest we have same ' hobbies of old lady '
Platonic relationship - I couldn't decide between Mary and Marlene so I have this solution. You met Mary first time on train and you talked a lot. She was quite opposite of you, because she was confident with people she didn't know. When she got sorted in gryffindor you both started hanging out with Marlene and became besties. In nights you often sneak out of your bed and you go to Marlene's or Mary's bed. In fifth year you all joined Remus' studying group because of OWLs. You are also good friend with Marauders.
Romantic relationship - I think you and James would make awesome couple. He liked you since third year and was really loud about it. You first time went to date in fifth year, because you thought he's just joking and messing with you. He's absolutely romantic and he gives you little gift like he sees a pretty flower so he picks it up and gives it to you, if he's in shop without you he always buys you something. When you have birthday or it's valentine or you just something happened he throws big party for you but always end up leaving with you somewhere where is quieter and just you two. You are his angel, he loves how funny, caring and loving you are to people that matter to you. He also loves to play with your hair and he understands your problems with glasses. (I understand too because I'm blind without mine)
Hope you like this xxx
#marauders era#the marauders#the marauders era#marauders#james potter#marauders requests#remus lupin#sirius black#mary macdonald#mary mcdonald#marlene mckinnon#lily evens#lily evans
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Okay so as I said last night: these necklaces in relation to my beloved trans!narcissa headcanon.
Because two key little details about my personal headcanons for that is that she rather purposefully chose a name that was not a star or constellation like the rest of her cousins, whereas her deadname was one. That was a choice she made. And, after she came out, her best friends gave her a rather cheap (in comparison to most of her jewellery) daffodil necklace that she continues to wear well after the second war.
And god this is just perfect with this headcanon about Black family necklaces in general. I love it.
Narcissa received her necklace like any other Black child, the constellation she was named after imbued with that ancient magic that's so important to the family. And she wore it with such pride.
Hers was a little more valuable than her sisters', even, because they'd gone all out for Druella and Cygnus' first and only Heir. She was special.
She wore it every day. It was a constant reminder of her status, and the protection offered by her last name and the power that name held, a constant reminder that she was not only a part of something great, but one of the most important members of a great family.
And then she comes out, and she starts her transition, when she's about 15 years old. And she changes her name to something that is neither star nor constellation. A flower, a reference to her favourite myth and the desire she does have to be so beautiful she could fall in love with her own reflection. Even if, let's be real, no one would even recognise what constellation hangs around her neck, it feels wrong to continue wearing it.
So she takes it off, even though she still keeps it, and her family doesn't even consider gifting her a new one. ("Are you out of her mind? After what you've done to this family? Be grateful you're not disowned and quit that whining.")
Going anywhere without that constant thud of protective Black family magic around her neck feels unfamiliar and kind of terrifying at first. And after a few weeks, her best friends (in my headcanon, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, but this could be anyone really), surprise her with a small golden daffodil necklace. It's not expensive (they blew most of their pocket money on quidditch and equestrian gear), it's not enchanted (but she will do that herself, over the years), but it's all the more meaningful for it.
I imagine as she gets older and learns how to cast those ancient spells herself, she enchants her new necklace, and she stops caring if her mother disapproves of that. Narcissa wears this daffodil in place of her old constellation necklace, which continues to sit in a small box inside her bedroom, and which she takes with her when she moves into Malfoy Manor.
She never wears it again, but maybe when Draco is born, despite him being a Malfoy by name, she decides to continue this Black family tradition. Instead of having one made new for him, though, she can take her old necklace, the one that was crafted specifically for her (more extravagantly enchanted than those of her sisters, than that of Regulus), and with her own skill changes only the constellation and leaves the magic intact, it represents. Draco, the dragon guarding Hera's golden apples, turned into a constellation after being slain by Heracles.
He wears it with the same pride she used to, and it suits him so much better than it ever did her. She really does hope it will keep him safe.
I just had a new idea for a headcanon!
I was thinking that within The Black Family, they had this tradition that every time a Black child was born, they would give the baby pure silver chains with the constellation or star they were named after.
Something like this but in silver with tiny diamonds. Which cost a fortune of course. Each chain is made specially for the new born. And of course it has magic of itself.
So all The Black Family members have one. Most of them wear it all the time. And others take it off from time to time. But they aren't able to lose them. Part of the magic keeps the chain attached to it's owner. It is a important jewelry as a Black.
They are very fine expensive jewelry (silver with diamonds) that only a family rich like them could afford. And they are kind of part of their identity as a family member. With even a personality of itself.
If a family member gets disowned, they automatically have to give the chain back. They don't have the right to use it anymore.
In Andromeda's case, I believed she ran away with Ted. So nobody had the chance to take her chain away. They didn't care or actually forgot. And she doesn't wear it anymore but she keeps it stored away. And sometimes looks at it remembering about her sisters and what they used to be.
Bellatrix and Narcissa always wore theirs, proud of the family they belonged to.
And at some point, Sirius and Regulus switched theirs. It was when they were little. Regulus probably was scared or had a nightmare. And Sirius gave him his chain, promising that his star would protect him from anything. Even if he wasn't around. So Regulus kept it but in exchange, he gave him his.
When Sirius run away and was disowned everything happened so fast that he took Regulus' chain with himself. And inspite of disagreeing with his family and hating what they did to him, Sirius kept using Regulus' chain in his brother's honor. Because he missed him and he felt closer to him.
Regulus didn't take off Sirius' chain as well. The rest of the family didn't even noticed he was wearing the wrong chain. So they never questioned it.
I don't know, it is just a random idea I had. It is something that definitely The Black Family would do.
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a blanket for three
Summary:
Picnic dates are a lot harder to organize than Tucker thought. He can't complain with the results though.
For @ghost-pasta's DP Valentine's prompt list Day 5: strawberry
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Now though, Danny could only marvel at the beautiful scenery. The fields of grass lightly swaying in the wind with not a patch of sand in sight. The island’s miniature sun beaming down on the plant life where it floats in the swirling green sky, providing warmth to all under its rays. The large yet sparse acacia trees in the distance. The… camels?
He put on a short burst of speed and when he saw a familiar figure on the beach, he took a nonsensical route for a few moments, letting his tail light up with ecto-energy before flying down to stand in front of them. The bright green letters, several shades brighter than the sky and practically blinding, made the woman on the island wince lightly before pulling out a pair of sunglasses from under her cloak.
“‘I heart you’?” Sam snorted, a fond smile growing on her face. “Dork.” Danny smiled. She glanced at the blanket in his arms and raised an eyebrow. Danny’s smile grew wider as he unfurled the plaid blanket.
“Just like old times, right? I asked one of the seamstresses to make it.” His smile faltered slightly. “Uh, where’s—?”
“HERE! I’m here, I am… right here,” Tucker said, panting as he pulled himself out of a small sand dune not far from them. “Just… just give me a second.” He leaned his hands on his knees, bracelets and necklaces jingling as he struggled to catch his breath.
“How far did you go?” Sam asked, concerned.
Tucker waved her off, though he didn’t protest Danny dusting sand off his shoulders and hair. He spit out a few grains of sand before replying, “Just… the other side… of the island.” He groaned. “God, I wish I could fly. Sand movement is so wack.”
Danny laughed, surprised. “Holy shit, I haven’t heard that in so long.”
Tucker furrowed his eyebrows. “It hasn’t been that long since it’s been popular.”
“Nope, that’s a straight retro meme, Tuck. Hasn’t been used in decades,” Sam said with a smirk as Tucker gaped. “Oh how the technogeek has fallen.”
Tucker shook his head. “Okay but that is actually a retro meme. Wack isn’t retro.”
“Considering it was popular after we finished college, I’m gonna have to disagree with you.”
“No, nuh uh, I refuse. I’m in the right here.” Tucker pulled out a small metal bracelet. “Here, I’ll look it up and show you.” He pressed a button and a 3D display popped up in front of them. After typing in a few key words, Tucker pulled up the date of origin.
“There, 2012,” he said, smug. “Never doubt me again.”
Sam made a confused face. “It’s gotta be older than that.”
“He’s right Sam, look.” Danny’s voice trembled with laughter. “It was popularized in 2014 by”—he snorted—“‘your butthole’.”
Tucker rolled his eyes. “Oh real mature Mr. two-hundred-year-old-king.”
“I never claimed to be mature,” he said as he continued to fail at reigning in his laughter.
The sound of a small bell chiming caused Danny to look around. “Uh, did you guys hear that?”
“Oh nice, that means they’re done. Thanks, D.” Tucker gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Did you guys have your stuff?”
“Yup. One large blanket, big enough for three people.” Danny held up the fabric for Tucker. “And I’m pretty sure Sam will just conjure up the right flowers for us once she sees the scene.”
“Nope.” The two men turned to her. She nudged at the sandy ground with her boot and three small cacti of varying heights of shapes popped out. “Already made them. A Fine Sands specialty. Usually takes an assload of work to grow a cactus even with my powers so I waited until I got here, but, as you can see, they need a bit more time to get bigger. And I can’t move them right now or I might mess up their growth so I’ll have to poof them near us when they’re done.” She huffed.
“Oooooh, can’t wait to see them fully bloomed. They’ll probably look great, and it’ll fit in well with whatever Tuck has in store. Oh and by the way,”—he pulled out a small cylindrical container from his shirt pocket—“Ellie sent me over with some tea she’s been growing in the garden. She said it’s good for digestion, so uh, tell me now if you’re gonna try killing me with spicy food again.”
Tucker’s face blanked for a moment before he buried it in his hands. “Fuck.”
“Ah, you forgot.” Sam patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll just grow something.” She pulled a few seeds from her belt and threw them on the ground a few feet away. With a wave of her hand, she made a small patch of fertile soil and coaxed the seeds under the top layer and with a snap of her fingers a fully grown strawberry bush burst from the ground in an instant. Tucker gaped at the sight before flailing his arms.
“You can grow strawberries here?!” he all but shouted. “Why didn’t I know that?!”
“Because it’s extremely difficult. They hate hot and dry climates. I can do it because—” she waved a hand at her belt with numerous pockets and then gestured at her whole body.
Tucker whined. “Oh come on!” Danny patted the top of his head while Sam plucked the berries and tied them up in the blanket.
“Don’t worry about that right now. Let’s just get going.” Danny scooped Tucker up into his arms to which the man responded by sticking his face in Danny’s shoulder.
“No, just let me die in my shame.”
“Literally impossible, but okay.” Sam gripped the tied up blanket in one arm and threw the other around Danny’s neck. As Danny started floating upwards, his tail curling tight around her waist, Sam added, “Where are we going exactly?”
Tucker finally extricated himself from his shame bubble and gave approximate directions beyond a mountain peak.
“High ho, ghost horse, onward,” Sam said as she hiked herself up further on Danny’s back, wrapping her legs around his semi-wispy waist.
After carefully adjusting his precious cargo for a safer trip, Danny spoke up, “Fast, medium, or flashy?”
“Can’t we just go slow?”
“Not an option today, sorry.”
Tucker groaned. “Fine, medium.”
“You got it, boo.” Tucker groaned louder, but closed his eyes and leaned into the long smooch on his head. “One medium, no flash, coming right up.”
In a little less than half an hour, they touched down on the other side of the island where a large grass field stretched as far as the eye could see. Tucker instructed Danny to put them down by the shade under a large acacia tree.
As Sam set down the blanket and started smoothing down the edges while keeping the strawberries in the center, Danny took the time to really appreciate the landscape.
He hadn’t been to this part of the Fine Sands in a few years since most of the time, the three of them tended to spend time in Danny’s plush, not sand filled castle or Sam’s traveling cabin. Not that Tucker’s palace wasn’t fancy and filled with comfy furniture and fabrics, but the guy himself tended to prefer not being there at all. If it wasn’t for the whole ‘reincarnation of a famous pharaoh’ thing that kept him tied to the island, Danny suspected Tucker would’ve moved in with one of them or switched between their places for the rest of eternity. Not that that was a problem for him, but it meant he and Sam usually didn’t see much of the island despite the many decades they’d spent living in the Infinite Realms.
Now though, Danny could only marvel at the beautiful scenery. The fields of grass lightly swaying in the wind with not a patch of sand in sight. The island’s miniature sun beaming down on the plantlife where it floats in the swirling green sky, providing warmth to all under its rays. The large yet sparse acacia trees in the distance. The… camels?
Danny knew, logically, that there were ghost animals living on the island. He also knew there were a few camels roaming around, but… “Is this every camel in the Fine Sands?” he asked, eyeing the hundred something camels roaming around and enjoying their own meals or simply resting by a small watering hole.
“Every ghost camel,” Tucker corrected before grumbling, “The living camels are all wimps and kept demanding more shit. I mean we don’t even ride them and they roam free wherever they please—”
“How long did it take you to get them all to come here?” Sam grimaced. “How many times did you have to move under the sand?”
Tucker sighed. “Too many times. They were spread out all over. The farmers helped though.” He shook his head. “But that’s not important. Y’know what is important?” He pulled Sam and Danny down to sit on the blanket and splayed himself over their laps with a satisfied grin.
Sam chuckled. “Alright, message received.” She used one hand to run her fingers through his curly black locks and the other to loosely tug Danny to lean on her side before running hands through his glowing white hair as well.
Both boys practically melted against her. Danny hugged her around the waist with one arm and pressed a soft kiss to her neck before nuzzling his face into her shoulder. He reached out with his other hand to intertwine with Tucker’s and squeezed lightly. Tucker used his thumb to rub circles on the back of Danny’s hand and left his free hand to reach for a strawberry and hold it up for Sam to eat.
Sam hummed her thanks before asking about how things have been going for the boys. They kept up the conversation, except for a few pauses from Danny blowing raspberries in Sam’s neck to disagree with her, which resulted in giggles that jostled her hand from Tucker’s hair, which resulted in whining and tugging at Danny’s hand in retaliation. This all went on and on in a cycle of mild annoyance that left the trio laughing loudly and pulling away briefly to recompose themselves before winding around each other again.
The three spent the rest of the day feeding each other strawberries and relaxing under the shade talking about nothing in particular. The camels continued grazing, undisturbed with the nearby picnic date. Eventually, Danny, Sam, and Tucker became a pile of cuddly limbs and fell asleep with full bellies, content smiles, and tangled up with their favorite people.
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End note!
The cacti didn’t finish growing by the time Danny and Sam needed to get back to their responsibilities, but neither of the boys were hung up about it and Tucker said they could come over for another date when the cacti do bloom.
#nemo the writing ho#danny phantom#everlasting trio#immortal trio au#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#this was some v nice fluff to write#thanks for the prompt list spaget <3#i got to include both parts of my namesake so i am content#btw sam is a witch in this fic
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Imagine Zemo committing a crime you weren't happy with and so in return, you forced him to wear a chastity belt/cock cage as punishment for a day or two
Pls? 🥺
Locked up
Word count: 2k
Pairing: Fem!reader x sub!Zemo
Warnings: Cock cages, a brief description of f receiving oral sex
THIS IS 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
A/N: So it's been a bit, but hey here's another little piece for you guys! Based on a post I made monthsss ago. Thanks, @i-am-dead-inside-666 for sending the ask, sorry it took so long to get to! I don't really have anything planned for both of my accounts this Valentine's day, so consider this an early Valentine's gift? I might do something tomorrow with this account if I find the time!
You watched the TV with displeasure. You could feel the bitterness on your tongue and your eyebrows casting into scorn as you hit the power button on the remote.
Two killed in an explosion believed to have been deserters of the EKO scorpion kill squad.
There was no doubt in your mind exactly who had caused this; how did the news put it? 'Accident'
Zemo hadn't returned home yet, likely still hiding out in a motel, so any police investigations won’t trace back to your home. But soon enough, when he thought the trail would be cold, he would burst through the door of your shared apartment, a bouquet in his hand, a cheerful smile on his lips and the lustful glimmer of his eyes hoping for a night's reward.
You already had taken out of the draw what would really be his prize for the night. A tightly made plastic cock cage, with the key tied to a necklace just for you to wear and punish Zemo whenever you thought it was justified, and killing just days before your anniversary certainly was.
Sure enough, a day later, you heard the rattling of keys at the door as you sat at your make-up table, applying moisturiser to your skin. You listened to the sound of shoes being rubbed on a doormat and the clicking of a door being shut.
"Darling? Are you in?" The all too familiar sokovian accent rang out.
"In the bedroom!"
Footsteps up the stairs, gentle but urgent. The rattling of the door handle. You simply turned your face to the side to watch Zemo enter the room out of the corner of your eyes, not even bothering to turn your body to him. As predicted, he carried a bouquet of red roses, and he seems to have found the time to dab on the luscious scent of some aftershave.
"I apologise for being kept away. It was not what I had intended to happen. But I’ve managed to get back just in time. Darling, you look ravishing, as always.”
"Well, I'm sure I am certainly looking better than those two sokovian fellas who were murdered."
A sudden silence broke out between you two. You turned back to the mirror to carry on with your routine. Zemo's hand gripped the flowers firmer. They started the drop, and the faintest of sighs left his lips.
"They said it was an accident…."
"Cut the crap, Helmut. I know what really happened," you snapped, cracking the lid on your moisturiser shut and spinning round on your seat to glare at Zemo.
He took in your angered expression and swallowed, nodding with his acceptance, knowing there was no way he could try to argue against you.
"I'm sorry, my love."
Zemo placed the roses on a table absentmindedly as he turned to look down at the floor instead. Huffing, you sprung from your seat and walked around the bedroom.
"I know you must have your reasons, darling. You've only told me so much of your past, and I respect you enough to not ask questions or ask for any more information than what you felt ready to tell me. But murder is something else, Helmut. I thought you had changed from your old ways. Seemingly, I was mistaken. In these few days you have given me, I've thought over what I should do and came to the ultimatum that a simple punishment should fit enough."
Zemo's eyes darted from the floor at which he had been staring at to you, the pupils dilating as his mind swarmed with sudden thoughts.
"And what punishment, may I ask, will this be, mistress?"
You simply smirked and beckoned him over to the bed with a curl of your finger, and eagerly, Zemo moved. He came to stand beside you, his breath catching in his throat as you grasped his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed.
He laid still as you disappeared out of his eye line for a few seconds. You weren't gone for long, though, and he watched with wonder as you pushed his legs apart and crawled up the bed between his legs till you were at his crotch. Already his excitement was getting the best of him, and you could see a prominent bulge against the leather fabric of his trousers. Tutting, you let your fingers tug at his belt, undoing it to loosen the grip of his trousers and then, with one hand, you pulled down the zip exposing his silk boxers underwear.
Zemo let out a slight groan, closing his eyes briefly and breathing in and out through his nose. Though it had only been a few days since you last touched him, he was yearning for it, and having you so desperately near was a killer to him. He felt the way your fingers traced the top of his boxers, toying with him for a few seconds before dipping into his boxers, grasping his slowly hardening cock.
"So excited already? That's just going to make what's next so harder for you."
In Zemo’s lust-driven brain, your words barely registered in his mind, only as a nagging thought did they suddenly hit him, and he glanced down at you, eyes slightly furrowed. That's when he noticed the now evident cock cage held in your other hand. His eyes widened slightly, and his body let out a shudder.
"I see."
"Do you think you can cope?" You ask him gently, rubbing your fingers gently up and down his cock.
Zemo only took a second of deliberation before nodding his head.
"If this is to be my punishment, then yes,"
"Good boy," you purred, starting work on locking Zemo in.
It was harder to push Zemo's cock into the tight plastic casing in his hardened state, and though he hissed a few times, he was eventually sealed in. Next, you put placed the strap around his balls, neatly tying it at the top to prevent Zemo from coming or getting excited. He let out a few groans, even some whimpers at the feeling of being locked away, but even you couldn't miss the twinkling glimmer to his eyes as he watched you place the key to his cock on the necklace and place it around your neck.
“How long?” Zemo muttered, sitting up from where he had been lying down on the bed, sparing a glance at his locked up cock.
“At least two days,” you tell him, feeling another smirk pull at your lips as you imagine how tormented he would feel. From the look of his grief-stricken face, he was already feeling it.
Still determined to make the best of the evening, Zemo prepared dinner for you and actually handed you the bouquet he had brought, which you had graciously accepted. Yet you could see him staggering around the house, trying to find the right way to walk without occasionally whimpering at the feeling of being locked up.
You toyed with the key in front of him as you ate your meal, deliberately teasing him. For a few moments, you would run your heel up and down his leg gently, but it was enough for him to clench the cutlery in his hand and stifle a whine as he filled his mouth with food.
For an evening treat, you two cuddled up on your bed together and watched a film. You were the little spoon tonight, and Zemo was the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you to pull you onto his chest. You could admit to yourself that while he had been away, you had missed this deeply, but you could also feel the plastic between his crotch, occasionally pressing into you.
The night went smoothly, both of you resting after a long day, but it was the morning that proved challenging for Zemo. Usually, in the morning was when he would wake feeling horny, and soft morning sex between the two of you would ensue. Yet, with the cock cage on, it could no longer become hard, and it was frustrating him immensely.
He held your body close to him and rubbed his hips along your backside, the plastic pressing into your skin as he was almost humping you.
“Darling,” he said in the strained voice.
“Please.”
“No, this is your punishment, Zemo.”
A deep sigh came from behind you, but Zemo listened to your order and nodded, placing a kiss to your temple, then pulling himself out of bed, going to distract himself from all the lust-driven thoughts in his mind.
You and Zemo spent the whole day together in each other’s company, making up for the lost time. You read together; you took a shower together; you went out for lunch together and even visited a museum together. It was perfect, a perfect time together with him. But even you couldn’t miss the occasional glances he gave you or the way his eyes would trail down to your ass briefly before shaking himself and looking away.
At the end of the day, Zemo was all over you, covering your skin with kisses, up and down your neck, mouthing kisses along your jawline. You tangled your hands in his hair and gently pulled at it, making him moan against the skin. He grasped the necklace within his teeth and gently tugged, looking up into your eyes desperately.
“No. Still a day left, love.”
He looked down despondently, but you grasped the side of his face with your hand and made him look up at you again.
“There is still one thing you can do,”
Zemo’s face was buried within your cunt for the next half an hour, his lips, tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you waves upon waves of pleasure. He would lick at your slit, trying to lap up all juices, till sucking on your clit, letting you rock your hips into his face. He would bury his tongue into you and eat you out, and when tired, he would swap his fingers in, curling them inside of you in a way that had your whole body shaking.
By the time you had come, more than once, and he had finally pulled away, lips red and hair sweaty and sticking up all over the place, you were exhausted. Zemo helped you out, fetching you towels and some food, picking up your favourite book and reading to you as you slowly grew tired. You felt a pang of slight guilt at how much pleasure Zemo had brought you while you still kept him tied up. But you knew however much he might complain about it. Letting you have this control over him secretly thrilled him.
The next day still was lovely, Zemo doting on you every minute and by the time evening came. You finally decided it was time. Zemo lay on the bed, flicking through his phone and throwing at something he saw. He didn’t even notice you in the room till you suddenly pounced, climbing on top of him, grasping the phone and throwing it to the side.
It took Zemo back for a second, his eyebrows rising in tandem, but quickly he placed his hands on your hips to steady you as you straddled his lap.
“Love?”
“Don’t you think it is time for your award?”
Light flickered in his eyes at the realisation, and a bright smile appeared on his lips.
“Only if you think it’s appropriate,”
“Screw if appropriate or not. I need you now.”
Quickly lifting yourself off his waist, you grasped the joggers he was wearing and yanked them down, exposing his tied up cock. Grabbing the key from the necklace, you slotted it into the lock and twisted, unlocking the contraction to be able to pull the plastic off his cock and take the band off his balls. Zemo let out a low growl as his eyelids fluttered, finally free and already hardening. His grip on your waist tightened.
“Thank you, love, I will not be off you for hours after everything that has built up.”
“Just you wait, darlin’. By the time I am done with you, you will beg for a break.”
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Should've Told You (Leigh Shaw x Reader) Chapter 8
Summary: Y/n and Leigh arrive in Palm Springs.
A/N: I'm really bad at this sort of thing but thank you to everyone who has been reading and leaving wonderful comments. A special thanks to @mionemymind for sharing this story and of course to the many others that shared after. All y'all have a special place in my heart. Anyway, let me know what you think and enjoy!
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“Hi, welcome to Palms Club Hotel. Do you have a reservation?”
“I do, under Shaw,” she sets her bag in front of you as you lean against the surface and hide your face with the lid of your old Dodgers baseball cap. She called you ridiculous for trying to disguise yourself with a hat and sunglasses but you told her it was necessary.
“Shaw?” The man at the front desk types in a few keys to confirm. You notice that his name tag says Julio. “Miss Shaw, I see you’re booked under the romance package. Let me arrange two keys for you.” Leigh turns to you with a small smirk playing on her lips.
“That would be great, thank you.”
“Okay, can I have someone help you with your luggage?”
You adjust the lid of your cap with a shake of your head as Leigh answers, “No luggage.” She refused to let you pack a bag for yourself because she couldn’t pack one. You offered to lend her clothes or even take her back to her house to grab some of her things but she was dead set on just heading straight to the hotel, you were lucky enough to get her to change into something she left at your place. Well she kept the shirt on from last night but she exchanged the sweatpants for a pair of her yoga pants. You weren’t too worried about not having luggage though, you always had a getaway bag stashed in the trunk of your car. Maybe that was another thing you needed to work on.
Julio is a little confused but doesn’t question it and places two keycards down. “Got it. And I apologize, your room isn’t quite ready yet but we do have two pools, a spa, a full gym, and tennis courts.”
“Oh nice two pools. Maybe if someone let me pack I could’ve gone for a swim,” you mutter under your breath and Leigh swats your shoulder. “Hey!”
“Sorry about that, do you have a gift shop?” After he finishes checking the two of you in, Julio points the way to the gift shop. You tip your hat to him with a thank you and when his eyes narrow in recognition you rush away. Leigh wanders through the gift shop and talks with the employee, meanwhile you’re more focused on making sure no one finds out that you’re here and staying in a romantic suite with a recently widowed woman. Oh the headlines you could imagine. At this moment you really wished that you had your phone but Leigh made you turn it off and leave it in the car. “You know, you’re not that special, Y/n.” Leigh says as she flips through the pages of some book Mari, the employee, had recommended.
“And here I thought you loved me,” you say with a hint of actual hurt.
Leigh rolls her eyes, “What I mean is, maybe you’re being a little paranoid. Relax, let’s enjoy this little bubble of ours.” She grabs a second copy for you and leans up to give you a kiss. You say her name in warning and she replies with, “Come on, Y/n. Let’s pretend to be some lovesick couple with no baggage for the weekend ––”
“Literally and figuratively,” you chime in.
“Yes, I think it could be really good for us.” She plays with the cross on your necklace again. A reminder that life is short.
“Okay. Okay. Okay,” you nod as you consider the idea. “Okay. What happens in Palm Springs will stay in Palm Springs. Deal?” You offer your hand and she shakes her head with a mischievous smile. “You want to seal it with a kiss don’t you?” She nods and you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that grows. This time you don’t argue and lean down to kiss her, it doesn’t last too long with the both of you smiling like idiots. “So what are the rules? And are we ourselves or do we have different identities too? I feel like that could be fun.”
“You’re overthinking this, we don’t need rules. But I do like the second idea. Maybe we could do that. Let me pay for these books and we can read them by the pool while we wait for our room. Okay?” She places her hand on your chest to give you another kiss.
“Alright,” you kiss her and grab the bag off of her shoulder, she asks what you’re doing. “Oh, you thought I was going to let you buy them with your own money? That’s cute. Here, you know the pin,” you pull out your card from the wallet that was in your pocket.
“You never let me pay for anything,” she pouts.
“And you think you’d have gotten used to it by now,” you retort.
“Fine,” she walked to the register, deciding not to argue about it today. You wander around the rest of the store searching for the candy section.
“You and your spouse are such a cute couple. How long have you been married?” Mari asks as scans the books. Leigh short circuits as she stumbles in telling the woman that the two of you aren’t married. “Oh I’m sorry, I saw your ring and… You know what. It’s none of my business. I apologize, ma’am.” Leigh wants to correct the woman again but she doesn’t want to be pitied about her dead husband right now. Adulterous whore actually sounded better than widow today. You join Leigh’s side once you’ve found the candy you were looking for and added it to the purchase.
“Really? Lollipops and gumdrops?”
“What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic,” you pull her against your chest by her waist and lock your arms around her middle, kissing the blush on her cheek. She steals one of your hands and laces her fingers with yours as she settles comfortably in your embrace with a content smile.
“Oh, is there a story to this?” Mari asks with a kind smile, she thought you were adorable together and really didn’t want to misjudge the situation.
“Do you want to tell the story or should I?” You ask Leigh, clueless to the woman’s mistaken assumptions of the two of you. Leigh gives you the go ahead and you excitedly tell the name mishap and that you recently learned the origin of your nickname. “Which is super cheesy but I think I will keep that between us a little longer.” Leigh thanks you by placing a soft kiss on your jaw. She thought it was cute that you wanted to preserve it a little longer. Mari compliments you on being a cute couple but is now more confused about the situation than before. You warmly thank her.
You and Leigh find a couple of chairs to lounge on by the pool and sit. “She thinks I’m cheating on my spouse,” Leigh admits. You raise your eyebrows in question and she lifts her hand as an answer. Your eyes widen slightly in recognition as you’re reminded once again that you are not the person who put it there because of fear and waiting. Maybe Leigh was right. Maybe there was no point in waiting any longer to be together because time isn’t guaranteed. “I can take it off if you think it’s going to ruin our thing,” she offers in a soft voice. With a frown you take her hand and rub your thumb over the ring as you contemplate your approach.
“Are you sure that is something that you want to do? I would never ask that of you because you should only take it off if you're ready.”
Leigh shifts her gaze between you and the ring as she chews on the inside of her cheek. “Thank you,” she pulls her hand out of yours and slips the piece of jewelry off of her finger and places it into her purse. “But I think it’s time.” You are surprised and she sits up and leans over to kiss you. "It's just us this weekend." You smile and are about to say something when a couple of kids jump in the pool and the two of you are caught in their splash radius.
“Boys!” Their mom chases after them. “Oh I am so sorry.”
You and Leigh laugh and wipe yourselves off. “It’s okay,” she waves the woman off.
“Oh no, boys, apologize to the couple.”
“It’s okay. Really, it’s fine,” Leigh continues to laugh.
“Yeah, it’s no problem. It’s a pool,” you say as you take off the sunglasses to wipe off the water. The woman then recognizes you and you flush sharing an I told you so smile with Leigh, to which she rolls her eyes. The woman frantically approaches and asks for a picture. "Uh I'm trying to enjoy some privacy with my… friend. I don't really…" you try to let her down but she is persistent and hands Leigh her phone. You do your best not to look annoyed in the photo because people on the internet will have something to say about it.
After a few pictures you think it's over but then she calls her boys over, "They are such big fans!" An uneasy guilt and feeling of obligation worms it's way into your stomach so you agree to take a few more photos with her kids who light up when they recognize you. They also apologize repeatedly for getting water on you and you reassure them that it's fine. You tried to politely excuse them but the boys wanted to talk to you more and their mother encouraged them to. At this moment you have never been so irritated by a person but you kept your features kind and answered some of their questions.
The only thing keeping your smile up is Leigh's amused expression as she watched you interact. There was a special light in her eyes when she found something to be funny and you loved every second of it.
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"Scarlet Witch?"
"Huh?" You pull your eyes from the drawing and blink in confusion from your surroundings, searching for the voice that broke you out of your trance and brought you back to reality. "Oh! Hi there. Yeah. Uh… when I'm bored I practice drawing comic book characters," you explain to the tall nerdy looking student.
"That's a pretty awesome drawing of her. It’s a lot different than the ones from the comics though,” he observes and you blush.
“That’s uh because I also tend to cast my friends as the characters when I draw them. This one is my best friend as the Scarlet Witch. It’s entertainment for now and will probably be a birthday present for her later.”
“Wow, I wish I had a friend that would draw me as a hero. That is so cool. So you like comic books?" The stranger asks as he fills the empty seat next to you.
"Yes sir, comic books are awesome. A totally underrated form of storytelling." Your words cause his face to light up and you can tell he's excited to have found someone with a key similar interest.
"What did you think about the Iron-Man movie?"
"That was so fucking awesome. Robert Downey Jr. was born to play Tony Stark. I was excited about that thing the second Marvel announced it at comic-con last year."
"You were there too?"
"Hell yeah, dude. I’ve been going almost every year since I moved out here in the ninth grade. Well, I missed this year but that’s a long story.” You had to miss this year because you couldn’t afford to go. Your brothers cancer had relapsed and your dad was being difficult about helping with the medical bills so of course you stepped up. At the moment you were working three jobs to help with the bills and pay for your tuition. You had close to no time for yourself and never had money for anything fun or personal. You feel lucky to have made it to your sophomore year. When Iron-Man came out, Leigh surprised you with tickets because you had brought her to the comic-con when it was announced and she knew how excited you were for the movie. It was one of the best nights ever. This stranger, of course, didn’t need to know any of that. “I don't dress up though, I usually just find the coolest thing there and get a t-shirt from that. What do you usually do?"
"If you're asking if I'm a cosplayer, that is a definite no.” You could tell that he was lying. “Uh… I don't usually get things when I'm there but I did grab an Iron-Man shirt. I mean, how could I not? That was definitely the coolest announcement there that year. I'm Matt by the way," he holds his hand out to you.
"Y/n," you shake his hand and the conversation goes on. It's paused as the lecture starts but neither of you is as interested in the subject as you are in deciding whether or not Robert Downey Jr. was the right choice for Tony Stark. You believed that he was perfect for the role but Matt was skeptical. It eventually moved onto favorite Batman actor and then to favorite comic series and whether DC or Marvel was more superior than the other. You both agreed, it's Marvel. Of course, no hate to DC comics. You do, after all, own a Batman onesie. Not that you can wear it without being reminded of Jade and her Wonder Woman onesie… You push the thought away. Eventually the conversation found its way around to discussing favorite X-Men, his was Rogue and yours were (your favorite X-Men).
A few months later, the two of you were studying together for the midterm. After his incident there was a little bit of awkwardness between the two of you. Largely on his part because he was embarrassed that you had seen him so vulnerable but you did your best to show him that you cared anyway. He was grateful to you. For weeks after, you made sure he got to his therapy appointments, even if it made you late for work because you were worried that if he wasn’t supervised then he wouldn’t go and he’d have another episode. Luckily, he saw the value in therapy and after his diagnosis he relieved you of the responsibility. You saw a big difference in him after he started to take care of himself and you considered getting help yourself but you had no time for it. Halfway through the study session Matt realized that you were being unusually quiet for a study session. You were zoned out because you had a lot on your mind and he felt that something was up. "Y/n?" Matt called to grab your attention. You hummed in acknowledgement as you wrote something down but you didn't look up or feel up to saying anything. "Is everything ok? Usually by now you're going on and on about some ridiculous kids show."
"First off, a show about a girl that is secretly a pop star is not ridiculous. It’s brilliant. Second, everything is fine. I'm just tired," you shrug. It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth. You weren't sure if you were allowed to unload your problems on someone who already had enough of their own so you kept them from him. Besides, it's not like you didn't have anyone to talk to about your brother's cancer relapse and the financial burden it has caused you. You had Leigh to vent to and she was enough. The current problem that had you silent was that you were barely surviving on the few hours of sleep you got and is basically on autopilot until your golden day. The one day that you had no work and no school, you were so excited to just sleep the whole day away. You yawn thinking about it and Matt doesn’t ask anymore questions.
"We should make our own comic book," Matt startles you during your afternoon nap between classes in the library. “Sorry, were you asleep?” The obvious answer was yes but you shook your head instead with a yawn. “Okay, good. We should make our own comic book,” he states again.
“Um… Okay? Where is this coming from?” You wanted to be as enthusiastic about this idea as he was but at the moment there was so much on your plate. It was nearing summer but that wasn’t going to bring you any peace. You were stretched thin as it was taking summer courses and working on four student film projects plus the three jobs that you were surprised to still be maintaining. All of your free time – not counting the time you studied – was spent sleeping, which wasn’t much. So adding another project didn’t seem as exciting to you.
“Think about it, we could make something awesome together. We have a decent set of skills between the two of us and a vast knowledge and love of comic books.” You nod tiredly, but sense that there is something more to it and you ask if there is. “Okay, okay, you caught me. I told my therapist about the comics I used to make for Danny when we were kids and she thought it might be a good therapeutic exercise for me to start another one. I haven’t been able to come up with a concept I like yet but then I remembered you had some really cool ideas and thought that maybe we could develop them together…? Please say yes!”
You scratch the back of your head with a deep frown as the crushing weight of all of your other obligations start to take hold of you. “Can I think about it?” Matt accepts that as an answer for the time being and then leaves the table you had been studying at in the university’s library. It was probably the only place you got any quiet these days.
At home, your little brother was regularly having friends over to play on your gaming consoles and they were the loudest group of teenagers hogging up your Xbox and Playstation. This meant your room was off limits for peace. When your older brother was home from the hospital, he was having a revolving door of visitors since it wasn’t looking good for him which made it impossible to be anywhere on the first floor. Plus you would be distracted with wanting to spend as much time as possible with him because you didn’t know how much longer you had with him. The park near your house was suddenly very popular and screaming children was not the ideal sound to focus on your coursework.
You tried to study at Leigh’s house since she said she was alone most of the time but lately it was so much harder to pretend that you only saw her as a friend. Especially since she let you lean on her so much. If you had the time, you would jump into the first relationship offered to you so that you could redirect those feelings onto someone more appropriate. But seeing as this is the longest you’ve been single, it was almost a blessing that you had no time at all for that kind of relationship.
It didn’t help that Leigh has been everything you needed her to be and more. She was making it nearly impossible not to be in love with her. Whenever you needed to vent, she was there to listen and hold your hand. Sometimes she would hold you completely and that made it hard to stay awake but she never let it happen. She would make you a cup of coffee or keep a secret stash of terrible energy drinks in the basement refrigerator just for you. Then on the days that might have been hazardous for you to drive, all you had to do was say the word and Leigh gave you a ride. Which gave you a few minutes to rest and time to be around her. Leigh would even help you run lines for a few film projects you were a part of just like she used to for the plays you did in high school. Best of all, whenever you needed a distraction she always found a way to provide one. Leigh was taking very good care of you and you were beyond grateful to her. You only hoped that someday you could return the favor and take care of her when she needed you to.
You groaned as you checked the time because you barely got any work done and your next class started in twenty minutes, it was going to take you at least fifteen to get there. You gave yourself five seconds to freak out and worry before shutting your laptop and books. The rest of the day dragged on and after your last class you had an hour before work. You kicked your little brother out of your room and used him as a sort of alarm clock by telling him that he could resume playing in forty-five minutes. Exactly that amount of time later he was anxiously shaking you awake saying that you promised. You thanked him and let him on the console after getting ready for the restaurant.
During your break you needed to study more but it was nearly impossible with how overwhelmed you felt so you decided to write to Leigh’s advice column for her school paper. She was always complaining that not enough people write to her so she hardly got published. She felt that she had really good advice to give and really needed the practice. So being the good friend that you were, you would send in easy and anonymous requests every so often. You thought she might be catching on, especially since you accidentally used her own advice on her once. You played it off as only being a supportive reader but it made her suspicious. Because of that the amount of requests you send fluctuates from really bizarre to really good.
Right now, however, you needed actual advice and again, she needed practice. You vaguely described your busy schedule, careful to not go into too much detail just in case you vented to her in person then you brought up the current predicament: Matt’s comic. You went on to say that you wanted to add the project to your insane schedule and that you didn’t want to disappoint your friend but it was going to be a big commitment and you weren’t sure that you had the time to make it. You signed it as anonymous and sent it in.
The next week you drove to Leigh’s school to pick up the issue and found her advice to be helpful and exactly what you needed to hear. You went over to Matt’s dorm prepared to tell him no but as soon as he saw you he excitedly pulled out the rough drafts of things you talked about in past conversations that made it impossible to turn the guy down. So you got trapped in yet another commitment. Luckily, two of the student films began and ended back to back. There was a week break between those and the third project, then two weeks free before the fourth one. You mentally shook your head and wondered why you did this to yourself. But you convinced yourself that it would all be worth it eventually.
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“Champagne and chocolate covered strawberries,” you narrate as you walk into the room with the very romantic setting. The natural instinct to freak out about being here alone with Leigh is much harder to tame than you originally thought. That old part of you is itching to go to the front desk to request a new room with two beds. Preferably without the romance package. “The flowers on the bed are cute, a little cheesy but… that's romance right?” You pop a couple of gumdrops in your mouth and make a disgusted face. “Yech! You actually like these?”
Leigh snatches the bag from your hand and fishes out a handful of gumdrops, “I love them, now shut up about it.”
You hold your hands up in surrender, "You know it's fitting that you secretly love something I absolutely hate."
"Mmm why is that?"
"Because I hate myself and you've secretly been in love with me for who knows how long," you laugh when she swats at your shoulder and admonishes you for saying that about yourself. "I'm kidding!" You exclaim. "Well… kinda," you laugh again, this time dodging her. You grab a strawberry off of the tray and moan loudly in surprise after taking a big bite. They were perfect. The sweetness of the fruit paired well with the bitterness of the chocolate and is completed with the satisfying crunch that the layer provided.
“Are they really that good?” Leigh asks skeptically because in the past you have tricked her by making a big deal about something that was awful. In your defense, you didn’t want to suffer the experience alone. You nod and pick up another one but motion for Leigh to open her mouth to feed her the treat. She eyes you for a second before she decides to trust you. “Oh, that is good,” she says with a full mouth.
“Right? I bet the champagne takes it to the next level,” you say as you begin to open the bottle. Leigh places her hand over yours to stop you and you look up at her confused.
“Isn’t it a little early for that?”
“It’s like four, relax. Besides, we’re on vacation. Come on, the strawberries will go bad if we wait too long,” she reluctantly agrees and you open the bottle. The champagne definitely made the difference.
"That was delicious,” Leigh sighs after the two of you have finished feeding each other the rest of the strawberries on the bed. “What now?" She grabs the bottle and refills the glass.
"I don't know… what do normal people do on romantic getaways? I mean other than fuck like bunnies."
"That’s pretty much it,” Leigh deadpans with a shrug. “But if you want to get that far with me, you at least have to buy me dinner first.” She leans in to kiss you and you accept, enjoying the normalcy of it all.
You pull away and shake your head, “How about... I buy you dinner and you can keep your clothes on.”
“Oh, I’ve never done it with my clothes on before. That will be interesting,” she scoots closer to you but you make sure to keep distance between the two of you.
“No, oh my…” You drop your face into your free hand and laugh. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head, you abruptly stand from the bed and place your half full glass onto the nightstand. "You know what, I think I have a plan. Figure out something to do with yourself for an hour. I'll be right back," you lean down and peck Leigh on the lips one last time before leaving the room.
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After months of excruciating non-stop work and sleep deprivation you had a couple of free weeks before fall semester started. You took some of that time to spend with Leigh, Jules, Drew, Lexi, and Frankie at a beach house the group of you rented in Santa Monica for a little vacation to end the summer with. You were able to join the vacation because in the previous month your father finally decided to contribute to your brother's care. This of course was way after the bills got lighter since the new treatment was working. He wasn't out of the woods yet but things were definitely looking up. With your father's assistance, you didn't have to work as much and decided to depart from one of the jobs. You were considering leaving another but haven't made any official plans especially when your father wasn't the most reliable. You had to be prepared for that.
It was possibly the best week of your life. Going to bed and waking up to the sounds of the waves was a true dream. The dream was complete with Leigh having to share the bed with you due to the low number of beds compared to occupants. Then hanging out on the beach everyday with your friends, playing volleyball or chasing each other with water guns, you and Drew tossing the others into the ocean together. It was especially fun to mess with Leigh because she hated the ocean. Something about watching Jaws at a young age. Frankie was the first one in the group to turn twenty-one and she was happy to supply the group with beer so every night ended with a few drinks around a bonfire. Leigh was always cold and she would trap you in a blanket with her so she could steal your body heat.
"I thought I was like a furnace," you referenced when she kicked you out of bed the previous night because you were too hot to sleep next to. It wasn't your fault that sometimes your body overheats.
"That was a million years ago, Gumdrop. Let it go and hold me," she gripped your shirt and pulled you closer under the blanket. She also grabbed your hand so she could warm hers up. You didn't blame her, they were freezing and yours were uncomfortably warm. In a way, you needed her cold hands.
"That was literally last night, Lollipop," you retort but comply as you stretch your arm over her shoulders.
"Awe look at our parents. Aren't they so adorable?" Jules teases which turns the attention of the other three onto you and Leigh.
"Awe hun, look at our adorable little Julie Bear. Holding the bottle all on her own. Before you know it we won't have to hold her hair back or carry her to bed anymore," you tease back. "Oh wait! That's exactly what we'll have to do!"
Leigh pretends to wipe tears from her eyes, "They grow up so fast, dear. I'm counting the days she goes off to college, finds new people to take care of her and doesn't need us anymore."
Jules raises her middle finger with a laugh as she takes a drink. "The two of you are so meant for each other."
This makes you and Leigh turn to each other with scrunched noses and say the word gross in unison. Which then leads to a surprisingly long and creepy game of jinx. Drew and Lexi place bets on who is going to win. Jules excuses herself to grab another drink and Frankie gets the bright idea to fill up a water gun. When she does blast the two of you with water it makes you lose the game and you chase her around the area until you get a hold of the water gun. You spray her a few times while she's laughing on the ground and walk back to the group. "So who won?" You ask Drew and Lexi. She points to Drew and you shake your head. "You bet against me? Buddy, come on. I thought we were friends." You raise the super soaker up and aim it at him but he scrambles to his feet before you pull the trigger. "Damn, you guys know I hate cardio," you grumbled as you chased after him.
A group of people nearby spotted you pinning Drew down with your foot and aiming the large water gun at him and invited you and your group of friends to a party at the place they were renting. You and Drew accepted after you shot him in the face with the toy and headed back to the house to inform everyone else. The group of you went and had a lot of fun, it wasn't anything crazy. A very low-key gathering with beer, music, and college students a couple years ahead of you and your friends. You do a double take when you recognize someone and you greet him with a hug.
"Hey Danny, how are things? I haven't seen you all summer!"
"I got an internship so I've been busy. How do you know these guys?"
"I don't, they just saw me holding my friend Drew at gunpoint and thought hey, let's invite them," you joked. "Is Matt here too?"
"No, I tried to get him to come out but he said something about needing to meet one of your deadlines?"
"Oh, the comic. Right. Yeah, he was frustrated that we weren't getting anywhere. I had to explain to him that he was the one who kept pushing it off because he thought he had all the time in the world. So I gave him dates that he had to have certain things done by," you take a sip from your red solo cup. "It's helped a lot but he still procrastinates to the last second. He'll get how annoying that is when he starts teaching."
Danny laughs, "That's right. He finally picked a career path. How did he land on teaching anyway?"
You shrug, "I don't know. I'm not his therapist."
"Y/n!" You turn at the sound of your name to find Lexi approaching. She had that predatory look in her eyes and you mentally groaned because you and Leigh shared a wall with her and Danny was a really easy catch. "Who is this hottie you're talking to?" She asks, eyeing Danny while drinking her beverage.
Danny had a similar interest in your friend and you started to really hope he had a room here. "I'm Danny, we go to school together," he introduces himself. "And you are?"
"Alexis, but everyone calls me Lexi," she holds her hand out.
"Quick question, Danny. Are you staying here?"
"Not really, I was just going to crash on the couch. Why?"
"Damnit," you curse under your breath. "Have fun you two… just please. Not too loud." They didn't listen and all of your fears came true. As you were lying wide awake in bed next Leigh, you could clearly hear Danny and Lexi in the next room.
"Why did you agree to go to that stupid party?" Leigh complained as she tried to block the noise with her pillow.
"Because I thought it would be fun," you smiled at her. "You have to admit that you had a little bit of fun. I saw you give that one guy your number," you wiggled your eyebrows and she hit you in the face with the pillow. "Ow! Hey!"
"Actually, I gave him your number just so that he would leave me alone."
"What? Why didn't you scratch your nose? You know I would have stepped in." That was the help signal that was agreed on within the group if anyone was stuck in an uncomfortable situation.
Leigh shrugs, "I've gotten used to just handing out your number instead because of the few parties I was dragged to at my school and I didn't have you or anyone else that knows about the signal."
"You know, that explains a lot of messages now." The two of you laugh together but stop as soon as you hear more sounds from the other room. "Do you want to go for a walk with me? I feel like taking a walk."
"Yeah, okay. Just give me a second to grab my jacket, I left it in the living room." Leigh exits the room but returns seconds later with her hand over her mouth, no jacket, and a shocked expression. You ask her what's wrong and she takes a moment to respond. "Um I just saw Jules and some guy going at it on the couch."
"Awe man, I don't want to see that."
"What are we going to do? We can't leave."
"I've got an idea," you stand from the bed and grab your Baja hoodie from the closet and toss it to Leigh. She points out that you'll be cold and you tell her to touch your hand. When she does she gives you a concerned look when she feels the heat and you shrug it off. According to the internet it was something that anxiety caused. Which was something you’ve been dealing with your whole life so you didn’t worry about the uncomfortable way your body would heat up.
"So how are we getting out of here?"
"The window."
"The window?"
"The window," you confirmed as you opened the latches and pushed the plate of glass up. You hopped out first, "Come on Leigh. Let's go!" She wasn't sure but she climbed out of the window anyway.
"What now?" She asked.
"We walk," you point the way off of the porch. Together, you and Leigh walk along the shore of the beach in silence at first. "Are you ever going to tell me why you call me Gumdrop?" You ask randomly.
Leigh shakes her head, "Are you ever going to tell me why you run away from me?"
"Okay, first off, I haven't run away in almost two years. Trust me, I've wanted to and not because of you. Second, will you ever stop answering my question with that question?"
"Maybe one day, when you answer my question first."
"But I asked my question before you asked yours so technically, you should be answering mine first."
"Technically, I don't ever have to tell you. I could just torture you the rest of our lives and never tell you why I gave you the nickname."
"Oh you are evil," you state with a slight amazement. "I like it," you grinned and she rolled her eyes. The two of you carried on with another conversation, turned around when you got a little too far away from the house and at some point just sat down next to each other to enjoy the sound of the waves crashing. "Why do you hand out my number?"
Leigh shrugs, "Because I know that you'll get rid of them and it’s safer to hand over some number than it is to tell them I’m not interested."
"That's true," you go silent again and find a shell in the sand to clean and keep your hands busy. "I know why I haven't been dating, but can I ask why you haven't?"
She begins to shift uncomfortably, Leigh is reminded of prom night and fears that if she tells you the wrong thing you'll run off again. "Uh I'm just really focused on school and putting myself out there is a lot of work. I'll do it eventually, it's just not a priority right now." You nod as you calculate your next words.
"Hey, you know what we should do?" She hums in acknowledgement. "We should make one of those pacts." Under the moonlight she gives you an adorable confused expression that makes you smile. "Say we're thirty and both single—"
"Oh that! Wait, thirty? That's a little young to give up on finding someone and settle, don't you think?"
"Damn, okay,” you do your best not to sound offended. “Fine, if we're forty and both single we should get married. Deal?"
"Is it still valid if I have been married before but am divorced?"
"Sure, why not? You'll be single."
"What if I have kids from that marriage?"
"You know I'll love them, they are yours after all," you knock your shoulder against hers. Leigh does her cute smile that has her bottom lip tucked under her teeth and you swear your heart skips a beat. "What about me? Will the pact still be valid if I have all of that before then?"
"God no," she laughs at your offended noises. "I am not dealing with whatever crazy ex you have at that point. Let's be real, you're not exactly the best judge of character. I'll still be a cool aunt for your kids but I highly doubt whoever you divorced would let me help parent them. Oh! You know what it is. I refuse to be your mom's husband. Y'know… the guy you refuse to call your step-dad because your actual dad is a nut job."
"Okay, that's fair. I can understand that," you laugh. "Hey, wait a second judgy. It's not like you call Sabrina your mom so…"
"True, but that's because we both agreed that I didn't have to but when I introduce her to other people I say that she is my step-mom. You never had that conversation with y/s-d/n and everytime you introduce him you like, malfunction and wave your hands around until you end with m-my mom's husband," she laughs at her own impression of you. "Plus I actually like Sabrina. Can you say the same?"
"Okay, we don't need to have this conversation again. He has kids he barely sees and I have a dad who's feelings would get hurt. Me and him don't need to have a relationship. As long as he makes my mom happy I'm fine living with a stranger a little longer."
"That is so sad. Your brothers talk to him all of the time. Why can't you?"
"Because I can't. Can we drop it?" You snap and tense because of the talk you had with your dad all of those years ago. It was unfair for him to act the way he did by manipulating a nine-year-old into distancing themselves from someone who is supposed to be part of their family. To this day you don't know why your dad only had that conversation with you but after twenty years of knowing the man, you learned that it was impossible to understand why he ever did anything.
Leigh lays her hand on your back and rubs calm circles. "Gumdrop," she calls softly. "Y/n,” she tries again. “Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I promise to never bring it up again."
"It's fine," you turn to look at her not knowing that she was so close to you. Another moment that you choose not to do the one thing you want to. "We should head back inside."
"Or we could lay down and look at the stars," she suggests.
"Alright, fine. But only for a little bit. Then we go back inside." The two of you wake up to the cold water washing over you because the tide had risen while you were asleep. "I told you we should've gone back inside!" You shout as you stand from the sand. Leigh is laughing too hard to say anything which makes you join in. Then the next wave wraps around your ankles and pulls you down making you laugh harder. It takes twenty minutes for the two of you to return to the house soaking wet and when you do everyone gives you a funny look, but says nothing as they enjoy the breakfast Frankie had spread out for everyone.
"Where's Danny?" You asked Lexi as you sat down.
"That was his name! No wonder he stormed out when I called him Dante." You shook your head with a hearty laugh and served yourself.
A few weeks later Matt invites you to his mom’s house for the first time, you didn’t think it was weird until you got there and you realized they were celebrating his dead father. You felt weird about staying but Matt said he could really use a friend and no one else knows about his problems so you figured it couldn't hurt to be there for him.
After meeting his mom, she asked you to call her Bobby. You felt bad for her because she lost her husband, who you assume was the love of her life. She was trying to be as positive about the occasion as possible but you could tell she was struggling to hold it together and her sons were no help. Matt and Danny were miserable and couldn’t even pretend to enjoy everything that Bobby had planned. Instead they were grumpy when she was around and making lists of things they would rather be doing every time she stepped out of the room. They would go back and forth starting with easy stuff like going to the movies or getting hit by a bus. Then it moved on from sitting in an exam to more absurd or extreme things like jumping down to earth from a space shuttle and traveling to a dimension where they actually liked their dad.
It was an odd way to cope but you chimed in from time to time so that you weren't completely out of place. Whenever their mom was around you made sure to engage in conversation with her so that they didn't have to. It did lead to the boys sharing their few favorite memories of their father and she was happy to reminisce. Excited, even. Once the night was over Bobby gave you her stamp of approval and told Matt to bring you over more often. He didn't really see the point since the two of you only hung out in his dorm to watch movies and work on the comic book series. A part of you knew nothing was going to come out of it though you did work hard on it. You promised to come around and visit with Bobby anyway.
"Thank you for that," Matt said in the car. He was dropping you off at your house because a ride to his house was included. "This day is always hard for Danny and I because we remember our father very differently from our mom. But she insists on painting him as this perfect husband and father. Which he most definitely was not."
"Dad's are… something else. Trust me, I get it."
"You're lucky because you have two dads."
You scoff, "How presumptuous of you. I have one dad, Matt. And he's pretty disappointing."
"Technically you have a spare dad too."
"A spare dad? What the hell? Dude, you have no clue what you are talking about. Just because he's married to my mom does not make that man my spare dad. My goodness I must be radiating some sort of daddy issues energy or something." You mutter the second part to yourself. Luckily, Matt doesn't hear a word of it.
"What?"
"Nothing," you quickly change the subject to the comics and you open his glove compartment to grab the folder.
"I'm glad you brought those up actually, I think we're going to need to pause on that since school has started and I'm already swamped with assignments." A voice in your head wants to tell him off because of how little time you had when the two of you started the damn thing but you gave it to him regardless. Instead you take the high road and let it go, if he doesn't have time then he doesn't have time.
"Yeah, alright. It could be like a summer thing or a 'whenever it's right' type of thing. Thank you for the ride," you hug him goodbye and exit his car.
Chapter 9
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Zealous / Rot
DWC 2022 (August) Day 6 - Zealous / Rot
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“Father says he wants to know if you have that locket. I assume that means to bring it with you when you come over.” “What locket?” “I don’t know. I thought that was something you’d understand.”
What locket?
The request had been on Phe’s mind for a little while now. What locket was her father talking about? She didn’t even wear lockets. Necklaces, yes, but most of them had charms attached to them, or her compass. The normal compass at least. But a locket that her father knew of? She had no idea what he was talking about.
Until now. She had to scoff at herself for letting it take this long. Scarred fingers gently ran over the gem embedded in the middle of the golden keepsake, admiring for just a moment before sighing as she traced the patterns along the side. That solves that mystery, then. At least to why it was in her trinket box. Why she had it in the first place, and what the sentimental reason of it was, was still unknown to her. If her dad knew about it though, then he’d have the answer for her. Some little outside force had her think for just a brief moment, perhaps it was placed in there as a trick. A cursed object, left by her mother to fuck with her one last time. It was funny to think about, really. What if that had been the case? Where would her story have led then? Perhaps in another timeline, an altnernate Phe was dealing with those consequences.That was a thought to amuse for another day.
Bringing the locket to the estate, Phe couldn’t help but reach into her pocket to clutch it. It felt different now, knowing what she did. Aeriden had told her about his conversation with their father, and she had expected to instantly agree with Cirel and tell Aeriden to go chase his bliss or whatever. But now? It was hard. A part of her wanted to take her brother’s side, and tell her father to not say shit like that. Funny how things change.
“Dad?” Phe poked her head into her father’s study, the house oddly quiet today despite one or two servants still going about their business. It didn’t seem...as busy, as it usually did. Peaceful, but eerily peaceful. She didn’t know where Aeriden was either. Cirel looked up from his desk, an ornate box sitting infront of him, as his attention had been focused on something beside it. As she moved into the room, Phe saw what it was. An old pocketwatch, and the sight threw her back into an old memory of when she was younger. “What’cha doin?” She asked.
“My pocketwatch died. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can fix it this time.” Cirel sighed, though she didn’t expect the soft chuckle that followed. Perhaps that was some sort of double-meaning kind of response, considering...well. Everything. “Ah, sucks. Sorry.” Phe came over to sit beside him. Was that the answer she was supposed to give? Was this a weird test? Great, it was a smooth answer anyway. “I brought the locket. Uh, had no idea why I had it, really. Did I steal it from you or something?”
Cirel laughed and shook his head, taking his attention off his work for a moment to hold out his hand. “No, no! No, you didn’t. It’s yours.” When his daughter placed the item in his hand, he sighed and ran a thumb over the surface - a memory coming back to him. By the way his expression softened, Phe could only assume it was a cherished one. At least, she hoped.
“You want it back, though?”
“....Only for a moment. If you don’t remember why you have it, then...I could guess you haven’t opened it?”
Oh shit. That thing could be opened? Phe raised a brow. Didn’t she feel like the fool now. “...It opens?” Goddamn. She could have fussed with it, and she didn’t. The one thing she didn’t pick at.
“It does. I suppose you wouldn’t remember, then.” Her father carefully began to open the locket. It wasn’t as if the mechanism was obvious. A tiny place to edge a nail across, a small click that would follow as the unassuming ‘lid’ would start to lift. Phe squinted as she leaned in closer to see what the thing held. A key. A very ornate key with a little rose on it. Not that it made any sense to her still. It was pretty, though. Looked valuable too.
With her silence, Cirel only smiled and removed the key - guiding it now to the box on his desk, and Pheonix watched as the key found it’s place within the lock.
“I don’t...get it.” She chewed her lip, continuing to observe as her father opened the box, but he kept what was inside hidden from view. For now.
“Let it rot, you said.”
“What.” Well, that came out of nowhere and took her by suprise. Let it rot - oh. Yeah. She had said that, hadn’t she? “Oh...yeah. I uh...I thought you were..asleep...” Perhaps she shouldn’t have been getting into a bit of a heated discussion with her brother outside of their father’s room. But he had looked dead to the world! Wrong wording, but it was a figure of speech. “That was awhile ago, though...”
“Do you still feel that way?” Cirel looked at his daughter, reading her expressions, observing her body language. Pheonix had developed a good poker face over the years, but there were always these tells, that a father would never forget. Like the way she shifted ever so slightly in her seat, a movement that could have been hard to miss if he hadn’t been paying attention.
“....I....” Pheonix began and then stopped herself. Brows furrowed as her gaze fell upon the ornate box again - avoiding her father’s eyes. Just for a moment, however, while she thought. “No. Well, not rot. But...” That was as far as she got, and she trailed off. With a nod, Cirel began to carefully pick through the jewellery box, taking his attention off of her for now. There were no words spoken, until he found what he was looking for. “Your mother and I loved you and your brother immensely.” Despite the urge to cut him off and start spitting harsh words about Cyalla, Phe held that part of her back, and just listened instead. “Granted...” Cirel continued. “She was overzealous in how she raised you. Or wanted to raise you. Cyalla wanted the perfect daughter -” “Yeah, and then when that daughter turned out to be a little shit, she aimed for the perfect son.” Phe couldn’t help herself, though there wasn’t as much malice in her voice as she thought there may have been. Instead, she ended with a little snicker. Cirel glanced at her, and smiled slightly. “Oh, the son was a little shit as well. He was just more subtle about it.”
Phe grinned and shifted to get a little more comfortable in her chair.
“But there was always one plan that she’d laid out for the both of you. A gift, that would have been presented to you first.” It was then her father produced a little box. Pheonix knew exactly what it was, and she grimaced. “Ah...yeah. Uh...” That key held a future for her.
“I didn’t expect you to have the locket at all, anymore. I’m glad to know when you came back, that you decided to take your box from your room here.” Cirel passed the engagement box to her, and Phe let it sit in her hands, unsure whether or not to open it. “I...don’t...I don’t really -”
Wordlessly, Cirel gestured for her to open it, and she obliged, albeit a little hesitantly. Inside, was the most gorgeous ring she’d ever seen. Utterly beautiful, probably priceless. And from the way it was kept...a treasured family heirloom to be passed down. Well, she could assume anyway.
“Dad...” She knew the meaning behind it. But after everything, unfortunately, the ring didn’t mean anything to her. Besides, she had her own. “I can’t take this.”
“Because you are already engaged? I didn’t see you with any rings on your fingers, I am sure -” Phe couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped her. “Because our rings aren’t on our fingers.” Had she not properly shown them? Had she and Barry been really vague about it by accident? Whoops. “But uh, it’s also not that. I can’t...take this. It’s beautiful, and I do like it...for it’s looks. I could get a pretty coin out of it.” That last bit was made as a joke. “Kidding.” She looked to the ring again, before up at her father, closing the box and carefully passing it back with an apologetic smile. “But it would be meaningless on me. And I know...I know it’s hers. Or something she had passed down to her, or whatever. That’s kinda uh, wasted on me. I can’t appreciate it, you know?”
Phe expected her father to get angry with her, or disappointed. But instead he nodded, as if he understood. “...You should give it to Aeriden. And I’m not just saying that to like, pass it off. I think it would really mean a lot to him. How long has -”
“It’s remained untouched for a long time. Ever since you....well, I suppose...started to rebel against her.”
“...That is a long time then.” Phe breathed a little sigh of relief. That would mean, it was free from any nasty shit. Cyalla probably didn’t even give it another thought after that. She certainly had thrown little Aria to the side. “Can you do that then? I reckon it’d...yeah. He’d appreciate it.”
Cirel looked at the ring, and then gently closed the box - returning it to be hidden away inside the larger ornate one, where it would be protected until retrieved again. There was an awkward silence, or perhaps only Pheonix felt it was awkward. Had she done something wrong? This must have been a massive moment...and she ruined it. She tended to do things like that. But her father’s curious tone broke her out of her thoughts. “So..where is your ring, then?”
“Oh! Uh...here.” She leaned in, tilting her head to show the three stacked earrings at her ear. “...Three? Goodness, Aria. Your brother was right, you are as he said, ‘extra’.”
Phe almost choked. Wow, dude. Fuck him.
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→ jeon jungkook x (f) reader
→ Now, Jungkook was never one for romance, far from the sappy type. But why couldn’t he word it more softly, gently? He wasn’t just trying to fuck you, he was trying to… make love. GENRE romance, smut, teensy angst WARNINGS eventual smut, mentions of sex, virginity plays a huge role OTHER college crushes, childhood friends to lovers, besties to lovers, volleyball player!jk, student council pres!oc, seokjin is 32... and a a coach lol<3 RATING m (18+) WC 1.5k
NOTES (!) seokjin being a hot 32 year old <3 jk gets progressively more dumb as it goes, prayer circle <3 lmk what u think !
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The truth is, the reason Jungkook doesn’t lie that much is because he’s terrible at it.
His mother had found out soon enough who put that dent on the car after a slip-up at the dinner table. His high school coach had learned he had purposely skipped out on practice after an accidental snapchat and jealous teammate had snitched. And, well. Fifteen minutes after the end of practice finds him sitting outside the gymnasium, a grimace on his face as he considers running back to your room and confessing to all his lies. Admitting he’s still a virgin— which was practically of no use to you —and maybe even revealing his own recently uncovered feelings was the easy way out.
Thankfully, Assistant Coach Kim Seokjin is there to knock some sense into him. The hard plastic of the clipboard they use to outline their attacks smacks him hard over the head, making Jungkook’s bones rattle from his skull down to his toes as he steps up behind him. He whirls around to glare at the perpetrator, only to come face to face with the aforementioned assistant coach. “Go home,” Seokjin says, twirling the gym keys in one hand. “I’m trying to lock up.”
“What’s stopping you,” Jungkook huffs, tucking his knees to his chest, ignoring the awfully rude manner in which Seokjin nudges him away, foot against his back as if he’s just an annoying pile of cardboard boxes in his way.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Seokjin asks casually, doesn’t sit next to Jungkook on the steps because he’s always been a little too posh. According to Taehyung, Kim Seokjin graduated from some elite university in another country with near immaculate all-around player statistics before Jungkook even knew what a volleyball was. His success and fame in the world of collegiate volleyball is why he never wears the standard-issued slippers around the court, always some high-end, luxury brand. One glance slightly to his left has Jungkook meeting the black stripe of the frequently sought after Givenchy sneakers head on.
He scoffs, a sound that Seokjin doesn’t approve of if the karate chop he lands on the back of his neck is anything to go by. “Ow,” Jungkook flinches, pushing him away with an irritated sigh before eventually slumping over his knees again because it’s the exact same thing you do to him sometimes. Study nights— dates, his brain supplies now —where he begins gazing off into space are filled with numerous karate chops to the neck in an effort to get him to focus on his homework. “Come on, Jungkookie,” you always tease, playful smile, lithe fingers toying with the corners of the pages in your book in a way that was almost sensual. But then he does a double-take because he’s aware of the rose-tinted lens he’s unknowingly slapped over it, something he would have maybe not noticed pre-realization of his feelings. And even he is shocked by the absolute seductiveness his brain inserts into an otherwise innocent memory. He’s pretty sure you haven’t called him Jungkookie in years— was his brain trying to hint at something here?
Jungkook groans, knocking his head against his knees as a form of self-punishment for his lecherous thoughts concerning his best friend.
But his show of emotions must move Assistant Coach Kim because, after a moment of trying to concuss himself against his own knee, there’s a hand placed on his shoulder that makes Jungkook pause. He doesn’t even bother turning around, just throws his head back to look at Seokjin upside down. He’s got a double chin from this angle. “It’s a girl, isn’t it,” his coach sighs, looking at Jungkook with what can only be described as an unimpressed expression.
“No,” Jungkook defends even though it’s true. “Can’t I just be sad for oth—“
“I heard Jimin call you a simp on the way out,” Seokjin says rather bluntly. And then he surprises Jungkook a second time as he throws aside his posh status to sit on the dirty concrete steps beside him with a sigh. “What did you do?”
See, Jungkook could lie here and prance off to deal with his own problems. Leaving Seokjin and everyone else in the dark concerning his personal life was, honestly speaking, the smartest thing to do. He didn’t mind his volleyball teammates and friends (in this case, his coach), but he also wasn’t too fond of being relentlessly teased throughout the entire five or more hours they spent together almost every day of the week.
But also…
If what Taehyung had said is true— that being, if Kim Seokjin is the illustrious bachelor who charmed his way into multiple foreign panties all whilst demolishing the spirits of liberos and defensive specialists in another country —then Jungkook needed to capitalize off his presence immediately.
So he lays his cards out flat. “I… might’ve told my best friend I’d take her virginity,” he blurts out, turning to face Seokjin. For the most part, the older man doesn’t look too surprised. If anything, mildly amused. Jungkook quickly adds, “while also being a virgin.”
“You’re a what,” Seokjin exclaims, chokes on his own saliva in an admittedly not Casanova, bachelor-esque fashion that ends with him coughing into his elbow and Jungkook hurriedly patting his back. “You?” Seokjin repeats once he’s composed himself. “Are a— don’t you have a girlfriend?”
Jungkook’s cheeks warm. “No, Coach. I do not have a girlfriend,” he emphasizes, because who knew sharing the details of his (lack of) sex life would be this embarrassing?
Seokjin frowns. “What about that girl?” he asks, and Jungkook raises his brows. “You know the one. Carries around stacks of papers to sign, goes to all the games. The one who pats you on head all the time.” And he’s talking about you, of course he is, but the insinuation that other people might, maybe, possibly, perceive you as his girlfriend makes Jungkook malfunction.
“She’s— That’s—“ he sighs, dropping his head down until his chin touches his chest, brushed against the lucky necklace you’d given him two years ago during their first trip to Nationals. “That’s… my best friend.”
Beside him, Seokjin says, “the one you’re gonna fuck?”
Jungkook lets out a long exhale. “Yes. The one I’m going to fuck.” And it’s so blunt and crude, not that it’s surprising coming from him, but it’s surprising because he’s talking about you. Now, Jungkook was never one for romance, far from the sappy type. But why couldn’t he word it more softly, gently? He wasn’t just trying to fuck you, he was trying to… make love.
The thought must show on his face because Seokjin snorts. “Well, good luck.”
And then he stands up and begins walking down the sidewalk and Jungkook can’t spring up fast enough. “Wait,” he gasps, clutching at his forearm. He feels like a dorky character in those dramas you like so much, the ones you force him into watching every time he comes over. Like he’s some disgraced son looking for his father’s approval. Except Assistant Coach Kim is neither his father nor someone he really wants approval from anyway.
What he does want is pointers. From an experienced pro, if you will.
Jungkook has to swallow down all his pride as a man to ask his next question. “H- How do I—“
Seokjin beats to it him with a flick to the forehead. “I’m your volleyball coach, kid,” he frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not your sex coach.” It’s a sensible rejection, one that Jungkook expected, but still. He deflates, let’s the weight of the world and his heavy gym bag nearly knock him onto the ground.
But Assistant Coach Kim Seokjin is kinder than he lets on and, after one annoyed sigh, let’s him in on the secret Jungkook has been chasing for all his life. (Or, well, for the past few hours since he first propositioned you.)
“The key to impressing your partner is to always act like you know what you’re doing,” he tells him, arms crossed over his shoulders. It’s night now, the campus shrouded in darkness. But Jungkook swears a heavenly light shines down on Kim Seokjin just then, a halo appearing over his head when he jabs a finger against Jungkook’s chest. “Confidence is sexy.”
“Confidence is sexy,” Jungkook repeats, feels like a kid who’s just met his favorite wrestler after years of being an avid fan, watching every match, memorizing every finishing move, collecting every figurine— it’s a little too specific but it makes sense in Jungkook’s case. You would understand this analogy perfectly, having grown alongside him during his iconic wrestling phase (before volleyball). You had indulged him in his interest, had let him practice those Do Not Try at Home moves on you again and again, even when you knew it ended with you bruised and crying, the twin pigtails you used to rock as a kid uneven and messy. But as your best friend, you had let him twist your arm and pin you to the count of three, because that’s what a good best friend did.
And as your best friend, Jungkook was gearing himself up to completely, thoroughly rock your virgin world. Because that’s what a good best friend did.
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It's okay not to be okay | Akashi 'Sanzu' Haruchiyo
─ PART ONE (1/2)
Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader
↳ in which sanzu finds his dream, but y/n is a pain in the ass.
↳ WARNINGS: none
↳ Gender: fluff, humor, slow burn
↳ inspired by kdrama: its okay not to be okay
↳ unedited
haruchiyo couldn't remember how or when he met y/n. all he can remember is her sly smile that made its way on his mind and didn't let him sleep at night. when mikey told him that he should start and made himself know in the world as akashi haruchiyo and not sanzu ─ a former delinquent that was known as a loyal mad dog ─ he first thought that he should become a writer and let his memories to the next generations. what he didn't consider was that his manager, kakucho hitto, would assign him under y/n l/n wing. his job was simple. watch her and see how she works and what inspire her to write her books. so he did that. before he was officially introduced to her, he started by reading her first book and then the two series that she wrote in the last 2 years. and he convinced himself that she was more sadistic that he was. all her books had a sad ending.
when he met her officially, y/n was already smirking at him.
"you will live with her for the year" said kakucho that day. "watched as she works and try to find inspiration form around you and from your soul especially. i hope you give us something good" he continued and patted his shoulder and turned around, leaving him with the woman.
this is how it started. and now, after four moths of living with her under the same roof, haruchiyo can't read her. she was always on a nerve, rude and mean to her manager. and still, y/n likes playing with his nerves and annoying him is her top priority when she is bored and got nothing to do with her rich life.
one night, after a little trip, the two of them crashed at his sister house. he remembers how the next morning went.
"l/n y/n" he yelled that morning, dragging her away from his old friend, akane. the two girls were pulling each other hair, screaming at each other and cursing without shame as people walked by the house.
"why did you do that?" he asked her and her only answer was a sweet smile and something he didn't expect to her. "she was flirting with you the other day. i don't like it" she said and he let out a sight. that was the moment when her behavior started becoming even more shamless.
haruchiyo let out an yawn. it was past midnight, but he finally found his way on his novel and didn't wanna lose his idea by allowing himself to nap for a bit. he brushed his eyes with the pods of his palms and placed his fingers on the keyboard. in just three hours he filled ten pages and he still got more in him to give.
"you should sleep, you know?"
y/n tiny figure stepped on, leaning her bare shoulder on the door frame. she eyed him, taking in his vanishing appearance.
"i can say the same about you" he answerd, his eyes never leaving the desktop of his device. his thoughts were floating out of him, making his slender fingers press fast on every key of the keyboard.
"tomorrow i have to met the editor for my book. you'll come with me" she said and turned around to exist his small room. "if you are not ready by 8 i'm gonna cut your b****" she said. haruchiyo swallowed the knot he felt in his throat.
the next morning he woke up with y/n's nose touching his. her warm breath was right on his lips. shivers made their way on this body, warm raising on his cheeks.
"what are you even doing?" he asked, getting away from her and pushing her slightly. her smile was warm, but he couldn't tell if she was playing games with him or she was genuin since her eyes were somehow empty. taking a look at her aparence, y/n was wearing an elegant ruffled shirt, with a hight waist pants, slightly skinny, with high black heels and a gold bracelet, with a tiny star pendant and a matching necklace.
"i was admiring you" she said, tracing her pale fingers through his pink stands.
"that's creepy. stop doing it" he said, getting up from the small coach. he realized he fell asleep right after he stoop on the comfy coach. "let me get ready so we could leave already". he got up from and went straight to the bathroom, closing the door behind him and letting out a sight. how can she be so casual? he asked himself. in the last few weeks, y/n started acting weird, always complementing him, always watching him, always flirting with him and always acting possessive when akane tried to touch him, not only talk.
y/n made him feel even more confuse. he didn't know himself if he felt something for her or it was just an illusion. at some point, he wanted to belive that he wasn't falling for her and her insane personality. sometimes, while deep in his thoughts, he can see on her an old part on himself, long forgotten in the back of his mind, buried with the memories he had as sanzu, the delinquent who was so loyal to a blond boy. thinking about that, after almost ten years, haruchiyo couldn't remember how manjiro looks like or why he was so loyal to him in the first place.
a knock on the door made him wake up from his reverie. he got ready in less than 10 minutes, throwing on him the first clothes that he put his hands on. he was in rush and knew y/n's patience was also o thin line when she was about to meet her manager.
that's enough he thought, getting out of the car, closing the door in an agresive manner. in that moment he preferred walking than standing in the same car as y/n. she just was way too much to him sometimes and he couldn't handle her temper. right after they arrived at the destination, she started a whole argument with the editor's secretary and almost stabbed her in the arm with a pencil. and all because she didn't like the way she was commenting about her knew story.
"who gave her the right to tell me what final my story should have?" she screamed after they got in the car with her on the wheel. and from then, they started arguing over her way of handle things like this and here he was. walking.
y/n got out of the car, leaving the door opened. behind them he could hear the mess of the other cars that stopped behind.
"yah!" she said, catching his shoulder with her hands. "why are you so mad about?"
"i forgot" he said. "i forgot you are so different form others, y/n. without knowing, i may have expected something from you, something you are not able to give me. maybe i was a dumb idiot for allowing myself to think you may give me that" he said and started walking again, getting away from her.
"i love you" she said, making him stop his track for a few seconds. on her lips played a little smile, not sure if it was genuine or she was just playing, again, with him and his feelings. "i love you, haruchiyo!" he started walking again, after letting out an annoyed sight. "i love you" she said, now a little bit agresive. "i said, i love you! i love you so much!". with every step he took, y/n was getting more annoyed and her voice raised as fast. "why are you running again? i said, i love you so much! why are you leaving. why? i love you! yah! i love you! i really love you! yah!" she continued yelling, until he was far away. her expression changes suddenly, already thinking about how she should make him paying for leaving her like this.
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Khonsu
Khonsu isn’t a god that’s entirely glossed over, but he isn’t winning any popularity contests either. He’s a god of the moon – along with several other things – which means his aspects were absorbed by other lunar deities, such as Thoth and Iah, but in return aspects of those gods were absorbed by Khonsu. He was also associated with more main gods like Min, Horus, Shu, and Ra. In later years he was also associated with Osiris, as they were both bulls. It seems to be a pattern familiar to many ancient Egyptian gods, but for now let’s delve into who Khonsu is, and how he related to Egyptian worship.
With his cult center being in Thebes, he was labelled as a part of the Theban triad, composed of Khonsu, Mut, and Amun. In several variations of myths, Khonsu is labelled as their son. Although Khonsu was named as Amun and Mut’s son, he was also proclaimed as the son of Sobek and Hathor, though this belief was centered mainly at Kom Ombo. In Edfu, he was considered Osiris’ son. Since he acted as a sort of representation of the moon, he was also a God of time, meaning he took a journey every evening to carry the moon across the sky. His name, while the meaning is still heavily disputed, is generally thought to mean ‘to cross’ or ‘to travel’, in reference to this journey. The root of his name is ‘khenes’, but there are, again, several variations of his name.
Along with having a variety of forms, most forms had their own names. Khonsu nefer-hotep, for example, was a name that linked him to being a ‘lord of Ma’at,’ a title also held by Ptah. During the new moon, he was a mighty bull, and during the full moon he was a neutered bull. He ruled the months and held a number of life-giving powers. He held absolute power over evil spirits, who were thought to plague humanity through diseases and illnesses. He was a God of healing and love, or fertility, and brought flowers to bloom and fruit to ripen.
Another aspect of Khonsu was the crescent moon named Khensu pa-khart. He was thought to have helped women conceive children during this time, as well as to help cattle and livestock breed. This specific aspect was also tied to the air, whose main God was Shu. The next identity of Khonsu is one of my favorites – Khonsu pa-khered, or Khonsu the child. Khonsu the child was labelled as the first great son of Amun, the son of the Goddess Nubt, as well as being an aspect of Ra. Similar to an aspect of Ra, he was portrayed as a child in the morning and an old man at night. He was also a child at the beginning of the year, growing old throughout the year before being renewed after becoming infirm.
His other names included ‘Khonsu pa-ir-sekher,’ AKA Khonsu the provider, and ‘Khonsu heseb-ahau’, meaning Khonsu, the decider of the life span.
In the New Kingdom, Ramesses III built the Great Temple of Khonsu at Karnak. While he didn’t finish the project in his life span, it was continued by later rulers, as well as expanded throughout the years. The temple had three separate shrines for prayers to specific parts of Khonsu; ‘The Temple of Khensu’, ‘The Temple of Kenshu in Thebes, Nefer-hetep’, and ‘The Temple of Khensu, who works his plans in Thebes’. Other forms were most likely worshipped as well, but mainly in the center portion of the temple, and as aspects of Khonsu.
An interesting part of all of Khonsu’s identities that I love is that the identities could converse and interact with each other. That means that Khonsu the Child could talk to Khonsu the Provider. A specific example of this in genuine text is the Bentresh Stela, which describes Khonsu approaching his other form, Khonsu pa-ir-sekher, for aid in freeing a foreign princess from a hostile spirit, or illness.
Khonsu is commonly represented as a young, mummified man, much like Ptah. As the son of Amun, he wore the sidelock of youth, shown in the above image. Most often he was also portrayed with the curved beard of the gods. Oftentimes he also bore a lunar disc rested on a crescent moon on his head, a crown of sorts that matched the crook and flail in his hands, a combination that connected him to the Pharaoh and Osiris. At times he is also shown a staff topped by a Was, which represented power, or a Djed, representing stability. He also wears a necklace with a crescent shaped pectoral, as well as “a counterpoise in the shape of an inverted key-hole.” (J Hill). Since his clothes match those of Ptah’s, it can get incredibly hard to tell the two apart, as the only distinction is that Ptah’s necklace has a differently shaped pectoral.
As with most Gods, Khonsu was not limited to a human form. He also had a form with a falcon head, and though this is similar to Horus and Ra, there is a notable distinction – instead of a sun crown, Khonsu bears a lunar crown. Like Thoth he was also connected to a baboon form, but this form was not often used or depicted.
Although Khonsu is shown to us as a light-hearted God who helped (and helps) humanity, the Egyptians painted him in a much different light in the Old Kingdom. At that point in history his name was the Cannibal God. This is shown in the Pyramid texts, where he is shown as a blood-thirsty, violent deity who helped the Pharaoh by eating the other Gods. In the Coffin Texts it goes as far to call him Khonsu, who lives on hearts.
He appears in a number of myths, but my personal favorite is associated with the birth of Osiris, Isis, Horus the Elder, Nephthys, and Set.
This story starts with Geb and Nut, the Gods of earth and sky respectively, and the parents of the gods labelled above. Nut became pregnant with the children, but Ra, enraged by the love between Gen and Nut, forbade her from giving birth on any day of the year. Thoth, seeing this struggle and empathizing with Nut, decided to try and win a couple extra days of the year for her to give birth in. He challenged Khonsu to a game of Senet – Khonsu, being a God who loved Senet, obviously accepted. Thoth offered secret knowledge if he lost, but in the end Thoth won five extra days at the end of the year from Khonsu. On those days Nut gave birth. The first day brought Osiris into being, followed by Horus, Set, and eventually isis and Nephthys.
These days were eventually given a name: the Epagomenal days, and it was considered unlucky to work on any of these days.
To summarize, let’s go over some main pointers on Khonsu:
Part of the Theban triad made up of Khonsu and his parents, Mut and Amun.
God of the moon, healing the sick, love, and fertility. He held power over evil spirits and could make plants grow. During the new moon he was a mighty bull, and during the full moon he was a neutered bull.
His symbols include the crescent moon and full moon, a falcon, a crook, a flail, and a scepter. He is generally characterized as a gentle and compassionate God.
He liked senet!
#ancient egypt#egyptian mythology#egyptian gods#khonsu#egyptian afterlife#ancient history#history#egyptian hieroglyphs#egyptian art
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