#I hear Paris is lovely this time of year 👀

[fleetingcalypso]

HIIII, if you don't mind me asking!

I have a prompt in mind thanks to a post I saw the other day on Instagram, and I think it's PERFECT for an Henry Winters fic, so here it is!

It is said that the ancient Greeks used the throwing of an apple to propose, and if you accepted the marriage proposal you caught the apple mid air.

Imagine that, after years of friendship and relationship, Henry proposes to y/n by throwing her?them? an apple and they caught it 👀👀👀

I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR OPINION

≋ Thank you for being my very first companion in this new beginning. I'll happily indulge you. I can only hope my vision is satisfactory.

≋ Henry Winter x GN!Reader ≋

≋ Word count: around 2,4k words.

≋ TW: Slight misogyny, probable manipulation and toxic relationship, Edmund "Bunny" Corcoran.

Henry Winter is a disease. I took notice the first time I laid my eyes on him. He carries himself as if he is Atlas, mantaining the entire world on his shoulders and as if the it weighs nothing at all. His friend group is not any better, quite frankly: twins, incestuous ones clinging to each other like abandoned pups, a queer young man, with hair as red as the sunset and a mask to put Melpomene and Thalia to shame, an insufferable brat and a clean slate of a man, completely and utterly empty inside, stuck in his fantasy. For some insane reason, I found myself part of this whorehouse as well.

Henry Winter rises above all of them, I fully believe that. The world bends to his will, it always has and it always will. He is the tempestuous sea that grinds down the cliff, he is the wind that bends trees with only a light breeze, Henry Winter in his magnificence is the Sun which the World revolves around. 

He stands on the edge of the lake as I see him, towering over the calm surface, trusted book resting in the crook of his elbow and a red apple in his hand. If I squint and let the sun go into my eyes for a moment, I can wholly see him as Zeus, King of the Gods, unshackled by any guilt or any error he might have upon himself, he grips the fruit of sin in his palm, his thumb stroking the skin of it as if it was a lover’s cheek. “Henry,” I call out to the wind and I feel the Heaven I had created in my mind collapse when my voice reaches him. His gaze breaks from the horizon, it sets itself upon my figure, it feels like I’m no longer standing near Francis’ lake house, instead I’m perambulating through the Elysian Fields, at the edge of the world. This man is a disease, he is a drug, and I am but a servant of his world slowly stealing crumbs of what he offers me, becoming an addict before I can realize it.

“You should have stayed back with the others. I’ll be but a minute.” He speaks and it’s a subtle order the one he gives me, but I’ve never been one to follow instructions, even if given by Gods of his caliber. I am unable to move from my spot. It is an impossible task, almost herculean, how could it be anything else when this is one of the very rare moments we can catch, with just us present.

At my insolent inobedience, his lips tilt up into a grin. It is a swift motion as he tosses the apple to me, an even swifter motion as I grab it. And it ends there: Paris has chosen the one to whom the Golden Apple belongs to. He wordlessly approaches me, spins me around, rests his warm hand on the small of my back and guides me back to the house.

A week later, as I’m nursing him back to health after he's found himself victim to a vicious migraine, his kitchen acts as my sanctuary and it isn’t until after ten minutes of pure silence that his house phone rings, on the other side of it none other than Bunny. “How’s Henry?” He asks, and I doubt he is looking for an honest answer, “He’s resting,” I reply, hoping he might find some other poor sinner to bother. To my displeasure, he keeps talking, tasking me with the lowly chore of having to listen to him.

“That’s too bad! I’ve been meaning to talk to him about something of the utmost importance,” He professes, his smirk perfectly audible in the tone of his voice.

“I’m sure I can pass along the message, what is it, Bunny?” “Oh, I was just wondering if he could lend me a couple hundred dollars before he begins going mental trying to organize your wedding.” Now, this was one of the most dumbfounding sentences Bunny had ever spoken into existence. Even if it was for a fleeting moment, my mind could not comprehend him: ‘your wedding’ he had said, like he expected me to agree as second nature. “My wedding, Bunny?” I sought further information, with not little confusion in my voice, his newly founded dubiety mimicking my feelings. 

“Yes? Your wedding. You know, the one Henry proposed to you not so long ago? Have you really forgotten?”  His ‘know-it-all’ tone doesn’t do much to help me find what grain of peace of mind I have lost. “No, Bunny. Henry did not propose to me, you must be mistaken. We are not engaged, whatever you are drinking is doing you more harm than good.”

“Ah, but I’m as sober as a stone carving, dearest friend,” and there it is again, the mockery that so perfectly encapsulates what Edmund ‘Bunny’ Corcoran is. If Henry is a disease, then Bunny is the plague itself. “And I am not mistaken, I don’t know what the point of acting secretively is now that we all know about your engagement. You’re acting ridiculous.” 

For once in my life, I find Bunny’s words interesting, and for as much as I would love for it to be reality, I know an engagement with Henry never occurred. Lest I was too inebriated to properly recall it.

“I for one,” he keeps talking, much to my dismay when I see Henry staggering into the room, “Would be heartbroken if my Marion were to forget a romantic proposal such as the one you experienced. Ah! I can feel it shattering already, my poor heart.”

“Bunny, I have to go.”

“Wait! What about the mon-” I’m quick to interrupt him by hanging up. With time it’s become almost an artstyle: ignoring Bunny’s requests this way is something not even Henry himself is able to do.

My fingers are still tightly wrapped around the handset, the only noise I hear is Henry’s rugged breathing as he struggles to keep himself upright. Such a prideful man, bested by a migraine. Were I not caught up in an internal turmoil I would have precipitously scrambled by his side, wrapped my arm around his body and guided him to his armchair, but now? Now I watch him, and he watches me. His eyes are like a hawk’s, they pierce right through me.

He hasn’t heard what Bunny said, I know it, I’m certain of it. Then, why is it that I feel like in front of me is not a man, but judge, jury and executioner. He’s waiting for me to do anything, my Achilles’ heel is waiting, standing right in front of me and it seems unsure of what to do: to mercilessly bore himself through me as a spear does to an enemy soldier  or to let me make the first step into the battlefield unharmed.

“Bunny called.” My voice is unrecognizable to me, his hum is enough for me to keep talking, “He is often unruly, foolish and to be completely honest unbearable. One can always expect to be mocked when in his presence,” Why I find myself detailing our friend’s manners is unclear, perhaps I am searching for a grain of context where I can find only unsureness, “But he said something peculiar today, to my surprise. Something I find myself clinging on. It was but a short-lived conversation, yet, it flooded my mind with ‘what-ifs’.”

“Even Bunny has his moments.” His attempt at a joke is but a mere flicker of light humor, a fickle attempt to avoid this situation we are both stuck in. Knowing him, Henry right now would love nothing more than a glass of whiskey and for me to start working on his dinner. So I do. A sigh abandons my lips as I move to the kitchen, and before I know it I’ve abandoned the subject at hand, focusing instead on the sound of the bottom of his glass makes as it makes contact with the wooden table.

Henry, my gentle savior, pops me out of my bubble with just a few words. “I have yet to properly thank you for taking care of me this way.” I feel he wants to say more so I don’t interrupt and as expected my transcendental divinity blesses me with his voice once again, “My kitchen feels right with you in it, there’s a dent in the place you always occupy on the couch, for some reason I can’t bring myself to fluff it out.” A beat passes, “My bed feels warmer with you in it.”

Nights with him weren’t all that rare, but they also weren’t a regular occurrence. I know I’m not the only one to have seen Henry in his most intimate moments, the sheer passion we have shared wasn’t one that he kept locked away just for me. He is a giver, at heart. His heart, although cold and behind bars, has a need to give, all the time. I fear he thinks that if he does not give, then he has nothing himself. 

“Are you saying I should move in with you?” I ask, the spoon I’m using to stir his dinner almost abandons my hands to fall into the pot. He is easier to read than he thinks, or maybe I am a fool with a crooked halo. 

“I feel it is only proper.” His presence behind me is noticeable only when his arms wrap around me, his chest presses against my back and I delude myself this is a display of affection for an invisible audience, I mislead myself into imagining we are in  a house full of people gazing at us with a soft smile on their faces, being participants of what could be our affection for each other. I know better. From the way his arms twitch, my beloved Henry is only using me as a crutch to make sure I am not burning his food. 

“Is it?” The ability to form sentences seems to have fled my mind, “And why is that? Simply because I nurse you back to health?” 

“I won’t lie and say that’s not part of why I want you here. I would have thought you had understood by now.”

Maybe I don’t know Henry as well as I do, because his words strike me with each syllable. “What Bunny said, he said something about a wedding. My wedding, your wedding, our wedding.” 

And just like that the bandaid comes off. And a response never comes. His hair tickles my neck and the cold rim of his glasses sends goosebumps down my neck when he nuzzles his face in my shoulder. Now I’m sure I don’t know him at all.

“Our wedding.” He finally breaks the silence when he notices the spoon inevitably fell into the pot. I hear his soft whisper directly into my ear.

As my head turns to try and find his gaze, my eye falls onto the basket of apples set on the counter. Red ones, like the ones near the lake house. Red, the color of love, of passion and of blood. It ties together the two most gruesome things in human history, a pair that cannot be undone not even by divine intervention: Love and Murder.

“I thought you’d be overjoyed to be my bride. Was I wrong?” There’s a challenge in his tone, he wants to be challenged, almost wants me to deny him, but Henry knows. He knows I cannot deny him, ever. I don’t want to deny him. 

Now it seems so obvious. Henry must think me a fool for having taken so long, even so, teasing him tastes just like sweet ambrosia and no matter how much I try, part of me cannot be restrained.

“Throwing an apple at a girl to claim her as your bride might have been the fashion back then,” His smirk is pressed into my skin as his lips kiss the spot right under my ear, “But might I have to remind you, Henry, not all of us are as knowledgeable about Ancient Greece's customs as you are. It was such an ephemeral moment it did not seem to have much meaning.”

“I’m offended, I’ll have you know I put quite a lot of thought into it.” His hands rest on my waist as they have done so many times, only now it doesn’t feel as inconspicuous as it used to be. I’m the last one to know, this is a first. 

“I doubt aiming a fruit at my face took you much thought.”

“On the contrary, dearest. Were my toss too strong it would have hurt you, and that was not my intention.” His hand is warm, it’s all I can feel when it rests on my cheek, and as he did while holding the apple that day, his thumb strokes my skin. “It was entertaining to see you so oblivious, I have to admit, even if I owe Bunny around two hundred dollars now.”

“What for?”

“He bet everyone that you would not understand what my action meant until someone brought your attention to it.”

“That bastard.”

I have a sneaking feeling a diamond ring will sit on my finger before tomorrow, but for the time being, this is fine. Jewelry, accessories have never meant much, it’s just gold, silver, rubies. The way his lips press against mine to muffle my laugh means much more than any diamond ever could. I’ve spent long trying to not fall in love with Henry, and now I’ll spend even longer knowing what being loved by him feels like. 

He is my Paris, kidnapping me from my rotten existence to be with him, and unlike Helen I accept this fate. Unlike Helen, I love my abductor, I love him so much this doesn’t even feel like a transgression. Henry holds my heart in his hands, as he did that apple, and it is his choice to chuck it as far as he can or to gently place it in a basket in his home. For the time being, he is being as generous as to handle me with nothing but love and care. If our story is to be narrated, like a Greek myth, like a victorious hymn, let it be forever like this, while we hold each other in our kitchen, exchanging the first kisses of our real, unmasked love.

[casually-slips-into-coma]

spoilers for iwtv s2e5!!!

initial thoughts throughout:

dubai armand in this ep specifically seems a lot happier than normal. very smiley and kind of excited? like more energy than usual. mans was ready to eat

this fucking turtleneck

loumand library dates

hypnotized security as one does

i like that armand likes to hunt his kills. thought it was a cool detail

made me think of when armand tells daniel to run in the book

daniel was there for gay sex the drugs were just a bonus

he barely registered the coffin. he was like ok ig

the zodiac killer lol

daniel struggling to get the tape out of the plastic lmao

some coke for the gums just in case

you were lonely louis (gagged him)

the extreme change in vibe from daniel shitting himself about louis being a vampire to him laughing along while louis complains about his ex

book quotes!!

daniel validating louis complaining about lestat. theyre just gossiping at this point

BIG time asshole

daniel making A Point and then going sorry and louis saying no,,,,,that🫵was astute🗣🗣

“can u do the fang thing again? i love that, man” hes just like me fr

dangerously unstable psyche ((clocked))

im kinda with her get off that bench brother😭 [about claudia leaving]

jacob the actor you are

ok this whole argument between louis and armand was insane and i replayed it like a million times

kinda love louis coked tf out

being called boring fucking hurts thats a wild argument

he called you a soft beige pillow suffocating him girl u gotta stand up

armand really locked on to the word fascinating

louis said lick my boots😝

gremlin sighting👀

“chop my hands off”👀👀👀👀

picking LINT❓❓off the sofa⁉️ ⁉️

armand mocking him “oh its so hard to be me, its so hard to kill humans, i can feel her feelings as i drain her, louis de point du lac, everyone i know wronged me!”

imitating each others accents

my vampire daddy groomed me into a little bitch holy fuck when they go low i go lower

THE NAME!! the name!! unuttered in our home for 23 years said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer!!!!

assad deserves every award my man was actiiiinnggg

she didnt love you/i know

louis :(((

“can u hear her? shes calling me…” ok what if i kms

and then louis runs into the sunlight🙃

hello loml: practical effects

sidestep the big picture get the story straight first daniel said lets lock the fuck in rn we gotta focus

“you said the worst things youve ever said to me” hes just a sopping wet cat

hes fine youre fine this is fine youre all fine

finally seeing unhinged armand ive prayed for times like these

i stand by my cancelled wife btw

small detail of different memories: in louis’ version he apologizes to armand and armand says “meaningless word” and then moves on to talk about the slanted floor. in daniel’s version he remembers the dead guy and the same scene plays out except armand explains he killed the neighbor in between “meaningless word” and how the floor is slanted

vibrating eyes

LOVING how this episode is shot. all the different angles and the camerawork and the fucking MUSIC

canon that louis fucks guys and then kills them fic writers get to it

“128 boys hes brought here—“ “he said it was 5🥺”

daniel basically saying look man ill suck ur dick if u let me go

and then armand making him kneel

armand so unnerving <3

i know its kinda dumb to point out but i love small details of vamp power. specifically how armand picked up that table like it weighed nothing and when he picked up louis

love the idea of louis being like ok just put your feet in the rocks itll help

sopping wet cat armand!!!

but also he really let louis suffer for days instead of just giving him blood to ease the pain😬

lestats voice caught me off guard genuinely

interesting that armand knows where lestat is. i wonder how the show is gonna go about it. is he in the ground??

and refusing to pass along the i love you message……….theres layers here

u left me for death :((

have i atoned for my part of paris👀👀

the armand daniel bite was very do u know what it means to be loved by death

itty bitty armand fangs

need him alive as a testament to our companionship wtf are we even talking about anymore

arun/maitre😵‍💫

the fucking sunglasses im pissing😭😭

he got that shit on tho

welcome back trinity from the matrix

also just the fact that armand came back like yum i had so much fun on that hunt😁 anyway what are you two up to😇☺️

and louis and daniel just had a harrowing 2 hours trying to recover lost memories and coming to the realization that theyve been mega gaslit for decades

armand saying exactly what louis told daniel word for word

a hunch🫢

i love this show

im so excited for next weeks episode this story is unfolding so beautifully. im even more curious now about why and how this second interview is happening. ((also am very confused/curious about what looks like a protest in the promo??))

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Public

older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

note: takes place after Paris throughout 2024, yn and eddie stop hiding their relationship now that they're both all in.

warning: slut shaming

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y/nl/n

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y/nl/n: 📸: eds

september 15, 2023

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em_1989: im so happy for you 😭😭

taytay.13: how she looks at him>>>

_17jenna: why is she with him? she could do so much better than some old guy

dylan_86: cause she's a slut

georgia.iloveyourson: that 'some old guy' is a literal rock legend. what have you done?

ribbons.in.your.hair: whats my girl making in the studio??? 👀

youve.been.gilmored_: y/n with glasses 🔛🔝

_jeremy.03: this relationship is weird...

ima_mirrorball: thanks for the opinion that nobody asked for 🥰

layla.anderson19: we're all gonna ignore the last photo???

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posted Feb 5, 2024

Eddie Munson (46) and Y/n L/n (25) were seen getting very cozy at The Grammy's this past weekend. Sitting next to Taylor Swift, as well as Lana Del Rey, it seems the 'Nonsense' singer's friends get along great with the rock legend.

The couple were both up for their own separate awards, Munson being up for Rock Album with 'In Times New Roman...' by Queen of the Stone Age, having been the main producer on several songs. As well as 'Not Strong Enough' by Boygenius, a group Eddie had publicly wanted to work with since their first EP, and finally having that time this past year.

L/n was up for Record of the Year with her song 'Feather', winning her first Grammy. The couple shared a cute moment, with a hug and a kiss, before she got a big hug from friend and mentor, Taylor Swift, then running up on stage; mentioning both in her speech. As well as winning Music Video for, again, her song 'Feather'.

The couple also didn't miss Eddie Munson's son, Leo Munson, getting a few awards that night also. The man worked with Boygenius, producing and winning Alternative Album, as well as beating his father in Rock Album, with 'This Is Why' by Paramore.

All around a very successful night for the couple, as one of their first fully public engagements together.

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y/nl/n

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y/nl/n: 🎀

June 22, 2024

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em.emily: she's so hot 😍

sturniolo.13: she's crazyyy for this

dads.bradsandchads: She admits she's only with him cause of his age and money.

mom.iama.richman: i aspire to be your level of delusion

big_reputation: the pic w eddie is so cute

zebra11: y/n is so iconic 😭

katelynstyles: she's so unserious

normalpeople_: ikr i love her

flyers_fan: She's with him for attention.

carmencarmen: i also love dilfs

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isla_munson: my first ep 'isla' is out THIS FRIDAY!!! 🖤🤍

August 6, 2024

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y/nl/n: so proud of you hun!!! ❤️❤️

walker.scobell: 🍂

isla_munson: 🍂

corrodedcoffinofficial: So excited to listen, little Munson!

jess.1989: y/n has writing creds!!

speaknow.stan: that's how y'know its gonna be good!

madmax: nah, we know its gonna be good because Leo is producing!

emails_13: nah, we know its gonna be good because its isla!

sienna.taylor: my little recording artist 🥰

isla_munson: love ya! ❤️

samandcolbys.wife: walker and isla's comments 👀

isla.loverr: autumn leaves about to be THE teenage love song

lana.lorde: i know!!! they're so cute!

leomunson: can't wait for people to hear your work!

isla_munson: our* work

isla's ep:

balled of a homeschooled girl - olivia rodrigo

kissing lessons - lucy dacus

pretty isn't pretty - olivia rodrigo

lacy - olivia rodrigo

anatomy - kenzie (about her mom)

autumn leaves - mckenna grace (about walker)

graceland too - pheobe bridgers (leo wrote about isla)

~taglist~

@whoscamila @mystargirl-interlude @creoleguurl @witchwolflea @kissmejoey @taylorswiftsloverfr @random000000sblog

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Simply The Best

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 😘💕

Synopsis: You're nominated with many BET awards alongside your husband this year and although he wasn't able to go with you, he is always going to let you know how proud he is of you and how you're simply the best in his eyes

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 😘💕

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Today was a day that you would look forward to every year since you were younger and now that you were one of the artists nominated, it wasn't any different. You were currently in L.A. for the BET awards and you had been nominated in a few categories which you were surprised by seeing as you had mostly done features after the triplets were born. 

You were simply laying down taking everything in when your phone went off alerting you to a text from your husband who was currently on his way to Paris. Once the award show was over, you would be on the next flight to meet up with him for fashion week. The triplets were currently at home with your parents and you honestly couldn't wait to get back home to them.

Smush- Good morning baby. So incredibly proud of you, but you already knew that. Kick ass today and show them why we call you the queen of the south. I love you till the end of time and even after that.

You- Good morning hubby. Thank you and I love you more. I miss you 😔 

Smush- I miss you too and there's less than 24 hours until I get to hold you.

You- Don't make me cry 🥺

Smush- No need to cry and I have a surprise for you later 👀

You- 👀

Smush- You'll know when you see it

You had asked Blanca and Jessica to come with you along with Brandi and Julissa. You would have asked Curse to come along too but she was already in Paris with Urban so you would be able to see her tomorrow.

After checking in with your mom and making sure the triplets were good, you were interrupted by a knock on your door. Once you opened it, you were met with Brandi smiling at you and being bright eyed and bushy tailed while you were still trying to get yourself together. 

"Morning boo." She said while pushing past you to come into your suite and lay on the couch.

"Morning." You quietly said while thinking about what you were going to order for breakfast or if you wanted to get everyone together to go out to eat.

"Today's the day. Are you excited?"

"As always, I just miss Jack and my babies." And as soon as you said that there was a facetime call coming through your phone from your mom and you quickly answered.

The first person you saw on the screen was Axel and you could hear your mom in the background.

"Ax! I told you to wait for me and not to push the button yet while I get your sisters!"

"But I wanna see mommy. Hi, mommy!"

"Good morning my baby! I miss you!"

"I miss you too."

"I'll be back in about another week or so."

Just then you saw your two girls sit next to Ax and got an even bigger smile on your face. One thing you always held in the back of your mind was how proud of yourself you were to be able to give birth to all three of them at one time.

"Mommy!" They both exclaimed as you saw your mom come up behind them.

"Are you three on your best behavior and not giving grandma a hard time?"

"She let us have cake for breakfast." Autumn said and your eyes went wide. 

"MOM!"

"See, Autumn! I told you to keep quiet and that it was our secret!"

"Oops." 

"Hold on, let me add daddy. Hopefully he's not too busy and answers." You said and Ivy looked at you confused.

"He never too busy for us, mama. He tells us that all the time." She said which made you smile and nod your head.

It didn't ring for long before he answered and the triplets just about screamed at the top of their lungs when they saw him.

"DADDY!"

"Are those my adorable babies and beautiful wife along with my second mother?"

"Yes!"

"You and mama gone too long." Axel said and started to pout while you could tell that it had made Jack upset but he tried not to let it show.

"And we'll be back before you know it." He quickly answered and Autumn nodded in approval while Axel sighed and Ivy became more interested in her shoelaces.

Even though this was the life you had chosen right alongside your husband, you had been reflecting on it a lot and you knew that you didn’t want to miss out on anything with them especially while they were still so young. You loved writing songs and making music, however, you loved your babies more and would always be thinking about them and putting them first. You hadn’t brought it back up to Jack yet, but you didn’t see yourself making music forever. Your feelings might change in the next few years, but right now that was where your head was at. 

“And we’ll have an ice cream date and movie night in the backyard. As long as you three stay on your best behavior.” You said while eyeing them. 

“Ohh, and it’s my turn to pick!”

“Nuh uh, you picked last time!”

“Did not! Ivy picked!”

“OKAY! Cut it out. And mom, no more cake for breakfast for them.”

“MOM, YOU GAVE THEM CAKE?” Jack exclaimed because he knew that they would be bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day. You knew that he was probably getting flashbacks from the one time they stole Urban’s slurpee from 711 and drank the entire thing in three minutes. 

“A little cake never hurts! I gave it to Y/N sometimes and she turned out just fine.” Your mom answered before you rolled your eyes. 

“Not the point, mom. Not the point.”

“Anyway, me and the babies have a full day ahead of us. Don’t worry about them. You two just do what you do best and I’ll make sure they stay in one piece. Babies say bye to mommy and daddy.” Your mom said and you could feel your eyes start to water. You already had bad separation anxiety from Jack, but now that you had three more people who were half of you and half of him, it was ten times worse. 

“Bye mommy and daddy! We hope you win tonight. Grandma said we can’t watch the whole thing.” Axel said while trying to balance the phone in his hand. 

“What does being too grown mean?” Ivy asked and you and Jack stifled a laugh.

“It means that you can watch it when you’re older. But if mommy wins, which we all know she will, Grandma will let you watch her acceptance speech.” Jack said and Ivy being satisfied with that answer nodded her head.

“Bye mommy and daddy. I love you. Now, onto more important things. Grandma, can I have more cake? With ice cream this time?” Autumn asked and you immediately shook your head. 

“Autumn! No!” Both you and Jack said at the same time, but she looked at your mom for approval instead. 

“How about we get lunch first at least?” She answered and you both shook your heads.

“We like staying with you grandma. You feed us the good stuff. Mommy and daddy make us eat veggies and fruit.” Ivy confessed and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“Don’t worry, the three of you will later.”

All three of them then got a pout on their face while you and Jack tried not to laugh.

“Bye, babies, we love you.” You and Jack said because you know they can’t stay still for long.

“Love you too!” 

Your mom hung up leaving only the two of you and all Jack was doing was staring at you and smiling. 

“What?” You asked somewhat, shying away from him.

“Nothing, my wife is just really pretty.”

“Oh my gosh, stop. I literally cannot wait to see you.” You said as Brandi now started to poke your side and mouthed that she was hungry.

“Me either!” You heard a voice in the background exclaim and knew that it was Urban.

“Love you too, Urby.”

“Please hurry up and get here. You know how your husband is. Oh, and good luck tonight but you don’t even need it. My best friend is the shit.”

“I just wish the two of you were here with me.”

“Less than 24 hours, mamas. But in the meantime, you got this. Send me a pic of your outfit later and you know I’ll be watching your performance.”

Just then you heard,”RIP ME OUT THE PLASTIC, I BEEN ACTIN’ BRAND NEW!” and Jack moved the phone so you could see Curse dancing with her headphones on not having a care in the world and immediately laughed.

“As you can see we all miss you.” Jack said as you then saw Urban go up behind her and started dancing with her. 

“Miss yall too, and I promise to send you pictures.”

“Remember what I said earlier, show them why we call you the queen of the south. Your surprise is waiting for you there later and you have another one waiting for you when you get here.”

You had now finished getting ready and it was time for you to walk the red carpet. You hated doing them by yourself, so Jessica and Blanca volunteered to walk it with you and they would be sitting by you throughout the entire show. 

“No reason to be nervous, you’ve done this a million times.” Brandi said while taking both of your hands in hers and motioning for you to take a deep breath.

“Yes, but this is my first one after they’ve been born and I just… I don’t know. My anxiety is getting to me again.”

“We’ll be with you the entire time.” Blanca said as you simply nodded your head seeing as both of them would be a part of your performance when you did Put It On The Floor. 

“Jack just sent me a text and told me that the bad chips and hot decisions crew needs to be on their best behavior tonight and that we need to get you to see him in Paris after we’re done in one piece.” Jessica said and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“He would say something like that.”

“I can’t with that man.” Brandi said and the four of you laughed. Julissa came over to make sure not a hair was out of place before you began to walk down the carpet.

You ended up taking a few pictures by yourself, but sent the ones that you took in the hotel to Jack and he immediately responded.

Smush- How many babies do you want me to put in you when I see you tomorrow? Lol but on a serious note, you look so beautiful, baby. So proud to call you my wife.

You- Julissa is going to kill you for making me cry and messing up my make-up

Smush- Just calling it like I see it. Go out there and do what you do best (besides giving me head and making me get bricked up with the slightest touch). I’ll be watching.

You- I literally CANNOT WITH YOU. I’ll call you as soon as I’m on the plane.

Smush-I love you

You- And I love you more

Smush- Don’t start because no you don’t

You- This shall continue when I touch down in Paris

As you were backstage getting ready for your performance, Jessica held one hand as Blanca held the other as you were trying to steady your breathing.

“Come on queen of the south, let’s get it. But most importantly remember to have fun.” Julissa said while winking at you and fixing a few stray curls. You simply nodded at her while smiling and fixing your wedding ring.

You as well as your dancers got in position and you were simply waiting for your cue.

You heard DJ Von’s voice and it was showtime. 

“I’d like to welcome yall to the Big Latto show, who we also know as Y/N, the first lady of private garden. She’s about to show yall why we call her the queen of the south.  I need a clean up on aisle 7.”

When your performance was over, you headed back to your seat and was fumbling with your shoe trying to snap it back when you heard the category that you were nominated in being announced. 

“And the nominees for the best female hip-hop artists are Cardi B, Glorilla, Latto, Ice Spice, Megan Thee Stallion, Nicki Minaj, and Coi Leray. And the winner is….. BIG LATTO! THE QUEEN OF THE SOUTH!”

Your mouth was hanging wide open as you heard your name and turned to both Blanca and Jessica making sure you heard it right. Your shoe still wasn’t all the way on, so you made your way to the stage carrying it in one hand.

“Oh lord, I got one shoe on and one shoe off. Don’t mind me though. Anyway, this cannot… this cannot be real. Okay, I’m not going to cry this year, no crying.”

After you had finished your acceptance speech, they told you that they had a surprise for you and to turn around.

Once you did, you saw Jack’s face pop up on the screen and of course your eyes started to water.

“What did I tell you, baby? I knew that you were going to win. So this is part one of your surprise while the other part is awaiting you in Paris. Just wanted to tell you how very proud I am of you and that you deserve every opportunity that has come your way in the last few years. You’re simply the best at what you do and it shows. You put your all into everything you touch and you have a sweet and calming spirit that goes right along with it.  Not only are you an amazing performer, but now we can also add best female hip-hop artist to that list. My baby girl is the absolute shit. With all that being said, I love you and can’t wait until you get here.”

You had been dabbing at your face trying not to mess up your make-up when you saw that Urban came up behind Jack and had a plastic bag on his head and you know that it could only mean one thing. Put It On The Floor began playing in the background as Curse came up behind Urban and ripped the bag off as all three of them continued to rap along to the song.

“WE LOVE YOU!” All three of them said and you heard erupts of applause and laughter from the audience. 

“Damn yall, my man fine as shit and he loves me. When I see him in Paris, we just might have to make baby number four.” You said while wiping your tears and you could hear the laughter get louder.

“Thank yall, BET. And it’s only up from here. Private Garden is here to stay.” 

Once the show was over, you immediately went back to your hotel in order to pack and quickly get on your flight to meet Jack in Paris. 

You were leaving by 10 in order to be there by 9 in the morning and knew that you would be asleep for the majority of it. You double checked to make sure you had everything before meeting Brandi downstairs since her and Julissa would be going with you. 

They were in on your second surprise and Jack told them to keep you occupied while he set everything up for you. Once you were comfortably settled on the plane you sent him a text.

You- On my way to come and see you and I absolutely loved my surprise 🥰

Smush- Can't wait until you get here and I figured you would. Part 2 is coming.  I know I keep saying it, but I am just so proud of you. My wife is simply the best at what she does.

You- And I'm proud of you, and us and the life that we created for them.

Smush- Thank you for giving us another chance

You- You know I wouldn't have it any other way

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y/ninsta: Your favorite rappers favorite rapper 💕

jackharlow: my wife fucking all yall up 😍 theestallion: okay BAWDYYYY saweetie: well deserved! my bestie is definitely my favorite lol

jessicakelce: let me put a baby in you next jackharlow: jessicakelce not you too smh traviskelce: JESSICA! jessicakelce: traviskelce 👀 urbanwyatt: they grow up so fast. I'm so proud of you 😭 dualipa: jessicakelce me first jackharlow: dualipa just when I thought my ass was safe and here you come dualipa: jackharlow missed you too big head privategarden: all hail our first lady and queen of the south! jackharlow: um baby, were you serious about making baby number 4 when you get to Paris? Because...... 👀👀👀👀 y/ninsta: jackharlow possibly urbanwyatt: oh goodness jackharlow: you ain't said nothin but a word

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jackharlow: come see about your man so you can come and get this work lol but on a serious note, I have literally told you this 20 million times today, but I'm going to say it again. I am so proud of you and all that you have accomplished in the last few years and I can't wait to see what the future holds for you. All hail the first lady of private garden and the queen of the south 🥺💕

y/ninsta: BABY, I TOLD YOU JULISSA IS GOING TO KILL YOU FOR MESSING UP MY MAKE-UP AND MAKING ME CRY y/ninsta: but anyway, thank you and you know I love you with every fiber of my being and I will never get tired of telling you that and how much you mean to me 2forwoyne: very well deserved! quiiso: and to think she originally only wanted to write, now look! saweetie: she could only keep that talent hidden for so long! so happy I get to witness this in real time. when we met right after you moved back to Atlanta with Jack, we instantly clicked. I've seen you get married for a second time, I've been with you to witness the birth of my beautiful nieces and nephew, break records and do what you love, all while keeping yourself grounded and being authentically you. okay this is getting long lol y/ninsta just wanted to tell you how much I love you and I will be here for you in your corner for eternity cheering you on jackharlow: saweetie DIAMONTE! MAKE YOUR OWN POST! GOT DAMN. YOU TRYNA OUTDO ME! saweetie: jackharlow you are such a hater. that's why claybornharlow is going to steal y/ninsta from you y/ninsta: omg saweetie I love you BAD! my bestie for life! I adore you and thank you for being the most amazing godmother jackharlow: saweetie WHAT? imma kick your ass right along with his claybornharlow: jackharlow hi jackharlow: claybornharlow no. urbanwyatt: umm y/ninsta last time I checked you had two best friends 🙄 y/ninsta: urbanwyatt yes Urby and you know without it being said how much I love and appreciate you urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I appreciate you too since you had Ax for me y/ninsta: bye Urby smh claybornharlow: y/ninsta so proud of you! and I can't wait for you to hear a few things I've been working on for you y/ninsta: claybornharlow aww little baby! I miss you and can't wait for it! jackharlow: claybornharlow go ahead and say it claybornharlow: jackharlow say what? jackharlow: clay stop playing with me claybornharlow: jackharlow when she gets tired of you, she knows where to find me dualipa: jackharlow and me softtcurse: jackharlow me too jessicakelce: jackharlow and of course me jackharlow: I don't even have the energy anymore smh but that's funny because she just married me for the second time, so good luck with that

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WIP WEDNESDAY

It is the first WIP WEDNESDAY of 2024 and in preparation for the start of the new year I have something fun for you!!! All of my WIP posts going forward into this next year will be for multichapter works that I have coming out sometime in 2024.

So for today, a current shortlist of multichapter works coming out + some little snippets

Giftmas

12 fics of Giftmas: 9 one shot works left to post that will resume in a “10 days of posting in a row” festivities once I am settled into my new home in a new country after a very abrupt move over the holidays

Looking for Orion

6 CH | art by @okayandre_art

5+1 Alive Arthur fic, five times Henry had important conversations with Arthur while hunting for Orion and one time Alex did. You can read my snippet here.

Olympic Proportions

3 work follow up | art by @noodles_and_tea

follow ups to my fic Because I’m A Scoundrel following the boys on their Olympic journeys to Paris 2024 (in real time) with the qualifying events and the Olympics themselves

Mind Over Matter

14 CH | Canon Divergence

Magical Mindreading AU; when Alex is granted the gift of being able to hear thoughts about him from those he is most compatible with, everything goes… slightly different.

Sweater Weather

9 CH | Letters Focused

Childhood Best Friends to Lovers over the course of their first year in college on opposite coasts as D1 Soccer players (yes it is football I know, apologies, they are playing in the US)

the ties that bond us

10 CH | art by literally almost everyone (not kidding)

Bond/Q actor AU following the boys over the ups and downs of shooting and promoting a new Bond trilogy and the epistolary view from the outside world as they get together!

[Redacted] co write with @celaestis1

15 CH | Dual POV

Strangers to Lovers AU, what happens when you don’t have that DTR, and the hilarious differences in the understanding of “what are we”

Ice Ice Baby

37 CH | Zukka | ATLA | art will be commissioned by @jasminedragonart

Olympic Figure Skating AU that follows the gangs journey over nearly a decade in the limelight. Yes that’s right. A full length ATLA work that has been outlined for 2+ years. I figured it was time. ;)

[redacted] for The Pairing

… yes that’s right I already have an idea for a work 👀 can’t wait to get my hands on the book and languish in it

Thank you to everyone recently for the tags in the end of year games ~ I have just complied them ALL below both as a thank you for tagging me and a tag back + some amazing wonderful people I would like to see how you are doing in this new year <33 (also open tag PLS SHOW ME THE THINGS!!!)

I am in the middle of an abrupt move and have not been as present taking care of those pesky real life things that adults must partake in.

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hi hello! you and your fics are seriously the best. I appreciate all that you do for us hotchniss fans!

I know you’ve done a few fics about aaron comforting emily when she feels insecure about how she looks but I thought maybe you could write something the other way round with emily comforting arron? maybe he’s retired from the bau and so he hasn’t been exercising or staying as active as he used to and he thinks emily doesn’t find him or his body attractive anymore. but of course emily finds out and tells him it’s not true (with smut maybe?👀) obviously if you don’t want to or don’t have the time I totally understand!! ❤️

also: maybe some jealous hotch with him comparing himself to derek or someone???

hiiii bestie.

this got away from me pretty massively...and (I know I say this every time) is the smuttiest smut I have ever written.

I hope you enjoy it.

This ones for the Hotch girls.

-x-

New Perspective

Aaron feels insecure. Emily shows him he has nothing to be insecure about.

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Oral Sex

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

There was nothing quite like coming home. She’d feel whatever tension she’d been carrying in her chest ease the moment she turned onto their street and saw their house, the one she and Aaron had bought together to raise their family in. 

She knows it's because she never had a home before this, before him and their children. She’d spent her whole life without roots, without anywhere or anyone to call her own. Then she fell in love with Aaron and Jack. A family she’d never expected to find right in front of her the whole time. Shortly after they got married they decided to try for a baby of their own. Then Alice came along, the six-year-old already fiercely independent, followed by Hazel, the baby of the family even though she was about to start preschool. 

Emily was now part of a family of five - her life as full of chaos as it was of love, something she could never have imagined when she was alone in Paris wondering if she’d ever see anyone she loved ever again. There were still moments, even now all of these years later, when she worried it would be torn away from her. She’d lay there in the middle of the night listening to Aaron breathe, or she’d stand in the doorway of one of the kid's rooms to do the same with them, just to remind herself that this was real. This was her life. 

Emily sighs in relief as she walks into the house, the smell of home washing over her as she closes the door behind her. She has mere seconds to put her go-bag down by the door before she hears a familiar yell throughout the house, her youngest daughter’s feet loud against the hardwood floor as she launches herself at her.

“Mommy!” 

She bends down and catches the four-year-old in her arms before she heaves her onto her hip, holding her daughter close for the first time in a couple of days. Hazel is already in her pjyamas, her hair braided in the way she could always convince Aaron to do for her, and Emily knows her husband would have kept their daughter up a little longer than usual so she could say good night to her.

“Hi Hazel,” she says, pressing a kiss to the little girl's head, “Mommy missed you.” 

Hazel leans her head against her chest and plays with Emily’s necklace, her tiny fingers wrapping around the metal chain, “Missed Mommy.” 

Emily smiles and readjusts her hold on Hazel as she walks further into the house, “Let’s go see what Daddy and your brother and sister are up to.” 

“Daddy missed you too,” Hazel says, rubbing her face against Emily’s collarbone, a sure sign that she was getting sleepy having found solace in her mother’s arms. 

When she was pregnant with Alice, Emily and Aaron had decided that one of them needed to leave the BAU. Their work was not only dangerous, but it took them away from home and leaving an infant with Jessica didn’t seem like the right thing to do. Ultimately, Aaron decided to retire once Alce was born. Emily had worried if it was the right thing to do if people would judge her for continuing to work even though she financially didn’t need to, but Aaron assured her it was the right decision for their family. He was older than her, he’d achieved everything he’d wanted to with their career, and he was still haunted by the time he’d missed out on with Jack when he was in hiding with Haley. 

“He did huh?” Emily asks, rubbing her daughter's back, feeling her getting heavier against her.

“Daddy’s been sad,” Hazel says, yawning as she settles even further into Emily’s grasp. 

It sets off alarm bells in her head, and she’s suddenly repeating every conversation they’d had in the couple of days it had been since she had left for the case. He’d seemed himself as he updated her on what the kids had said and done throughout the day before he let them speak to her, their excitement at talking to her warming her from the inside out even when she was on the other side of the country. 

The morning she’d left had been normal too. She’d been woken up early by her phone ringing and had done her best to be quiet as she got ready to leave. It was rare that she was up before him, even though it had been years since he’d retired, but Aaron had been out the night before with Derek, Dave and Spencer, a ‘guys' night’ that Dave had organised for them all. She’d dropped a kiss on his forehead before she’d left, chuckling as he grumbled at her. 

The thought of him keeping something from her makes her uneasy. She adjusts her hold on Hazel as she walks into the kitchen, and her uneasiness only increases when she sees the tight smile that flashes across her husband's face before he can cover it. 

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, walking over to greet her. He presses a kiss to her cheek and when he pulls back she sees the same smile on his face again, not the usual one that makes her stomach swoop, “We missed you.” 

Before she can reply in kind, or ask him if he’s ok, Jack and Alice rush into the room to see her and the moment is lost.

___

The next time they were alone together was when it was time for bed. 

The kids were all in bed, and as Emily took a long and well-needed bath, Aaron made lunch for Alice and Jack to take to school the next day. She’s changed into her pjyamas, a large t-shirt of Aaron’s and a pair of sleep shorts, and walking back into their bedroom when she pauses in the doorway of the ensuite, frozen in place as she watches her husband look at himself in the mirror. 

She can see the critical way he’s looking at herself. How he looks himself up and down, his hand on his stomach as he turns sideways as he furrows his brow. 

“You ok?” She asks, and he flinches, unaware that she’d been standing behind him at all. He turns to look at her and he clears his throat. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replies, smiling at her like he had in the kitchen again before he nods and tries to walk past her. She sighs and she stops him, her arm around his middle. 

“Yeah, that’s how someone who is fine would say that,” she says, smiling softly at him. Her eyes searching his for something, anything, that would give away what was wrong. She reaches up and cups his cheeks, holding him in place. “Hazel said you seemed sad.” 

He sighs and closes his eyes, guilt for the fact his four-year-old had been able to pick up on his mood making his chest ache, “I didn’t think she’d pick up on it.” 

She leans in to kiss his cheek and she smiles at him, their eyes meeting as he opens his, “Well she’s very good at picking up on how other people feel,” she says, brushing her fingers through his hair, “Just like her Daddy.” 

He chuckles softly, “And her Mommy.” 

She kisses him and wraps her hand around his to lead him to the bed. They sit on the edge of it, their thighs pressing together, and she lifts their joint hands to kiss his knuckles, her lips catching the cool metal of his wedding ring. “So, what’s wrong?” 

It feels absurd even as he thinks about it, the comments that he knows were a joke the other night rolling around in his head as they had for days. 

He hated that he felt a little out of place with the team these days, that he was on the outside with jokes and comments that he would have once been at the centre of. He knew he’d made the right call, that not one part of him regretted retiring to stay home with their children, but it had been an adjustment over the years. He appreciated that Dave still insisted he went out on ‘guys night’, but he had different priorities than his friends now. The others would speak about cases, that he’d already heard about from his wife so could give his advice on, and he’d tell them about the kids, shaking his head as Dave pointed out the sparkly nail polish on the fingernail on his pinkie. 

The other night had been fun, he’d drunk a little bit too much beer, enough to make him a little handsy with Emily when he got home, but he kept thinking about something Derek had said. He’d just come from the gym, his upper body aching, and he’d commented that Aaron could do with joining him if he wanted to, a teasing smile on his face as he patted his belly, before saying something about Emily and how he wondered how Aaron kept up with her. 

Aaron was aware that he wasn’t quite as fit as he used to be, that his body had changed as he got older and less active now he was no longer in the field, but someone else mentioning it had thrown him. It made him self-conscious in a way he hadn’t been since the scars Foyet had given him were fresh, and he hated it. 

He’d been grateful that Emily was away for a few days so he could attempt to get over it. So he could reconfigure his thinking and get over what Derek had said, but apparently, he hadn’t been able to. 

He should have known better than to try to hide something from his wife. 

“It’s stupid,” he says, and she raises her eyebrow at him, love for him shining in her eyes.

“Nothing you say is stupid,” she says, shifting so she can look at him properly. She squeezes his hand, “Just tell me.” 

Aaron nods and huffs out a breath, “When I was out the other night, Derek made a comment about the fact I’m not as…fit as I used to be, and he asked how I keep up with you,” he says, feeling embarrassed he was even admitting to it, watching as her mouth falls open “And I know I’m not, and I know he was mostly joking, but I can’t stop thinking about it,” he smiles tightly, “I…I even signed up to a gym yesterday.”

She scoffs, her hand tight around his, “I’ll kill him.” 

Her fury is stoked by the way Aaron chuckles and leans down to kiss her cheek, “It’s ok, sweetheart, I promise,” he says, “I shouldn’t have let it get to me,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “I don’t care what Derek thinks, I only really care…” he drifts off, clearing his throat before he can say it outloud, but she catches it, and she chuckles humourlessly, not quite sure she can believe what he was about to say.

“You think it bothers me?” She asks incredulously, staring at him as he avoids eye contact. It's her turn to scoff and she shakes her head at him, “How could you think that?” She can see the tension in his shoulders, how tightly he is holding himself, and she sighs, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as an idea comes to her. She leans in and presses a kiss to his neck and then his jaw, her lips catching his cheekbone before she speaks again, “I love you,” she says, her hand sliding his down his chest as she reaches for the hem of his t-shirt, smiling as she hears his breath catch in his chest, “Every part of you.” 

He isn’t sure how she manages to pull her shirt off of him, his arms moving almost of their own accord as she throws his t-shirt onto the bed behind them. She shifts so she’s straddling his lap, a knee on either side of his hips, a glint in her eyes that makes him groan, familiar desire pulling in his belly. He puts his hands on her waist holding her securely in place, moaning as she rolls her hips against his, smiling as she presses a kiss to his lips. He can taste the toothpaste on her tongue, and smell the lavender essential oils lingering on her skin from her bath. 

She kisses down his neck and to his chest, pressing her lips to the scar at the top of his chest, “I love these scars,” she mumbles, running her hands down his sides, smiling when he shivers, grinding down on him as she feels him harden underneath her, “They’re made of you,” she says, kissing the next one as she works her way down, her fingertips now at the waistband of his sweatpants, “And they show you survived,” she murmurs, repeating words he’d told her over the years when it was her turn to feel insecure, “That you made it to me.” 

She stands up and encourages him to lift his hips just enough to pull his sweatpants down, both of them working to remove them completely. She kneels on the floor in front of him, pressing her legs together to get some friction as she looks at him, half hard and laying against his soft stomach. 

He was different to how he used to be, but she loved it. She loved that it made his hugs feel all the more encompassing, that she loved to lay in his arms or half underneath him, the weight of him against her the greatest comfort of her life. That she loved watching him hold their kids, how he’d comfort them and encourage them and somehow make them look tiny, even now when they weren’t babies anymore. 

He was huge, in every way, and she loved it. And she hated that he’d ever think otherwise. 

She knows he wouldn’t believe her if she said that, so she carries on proving it to him. He’d always been an action kind of guy anyway. 

She shifts forwards on her knees so she’s between his thighs, and she feels nothing short of powerful at the way he’s looking down at her, his pupils blown wide as she sees a different type of tension take over, his hips thrusting towards her before she even touches him. It had always been like this. He’d been desperate for her from the start, as she had been for him, and that desperation hadn’t faded over the years. If anything, it had got worse. Anticipation and knowledge of how well they knew each other, how well they took each other apart, enough to make them crazy for each other.

She grabs him, unable to stop herself from moaning as he does too, the sound that leaves him as she pumps him up and down is punched out as she spreads precum over his skin. She leans in and wraps her mouth around him, one of her hands at his base, still slowly pumping him, and the other on his thigh to keep her balance. Aaron groans, one of his hands wrapping itself into her hair, holding her in place as he once again thrusts involuntarily. 

“Fuck, Em,” he grits out, any previous insecurities starting to melt away, all of his focus on her. How she bobs up and down, choking slightly as he hits the back of her throat, “Sweetheart, you’re so good at that.” 

She pulls back to look at him, gasping for breath as she does so, spit connecting her to the tip of him, “You’re so fucking hot,” she says, never stopping pumping him up and down. She tilts her head back towards the mirror behind them, knowing that from where he was sitting he’d be able to see himself, to see her kneeling in front of him, “Just look at you.” 

She leans back in, and he watches himself in the mirror as she goes down on him again. The mixture of the sensation of it, of her mouth hot and slick around him, and the sight of it reflected back at him kicks his pleasure up several notches. He doesn’t see his softer skin or his less defined chest. He sees himself as she does. He sees them together. And they were magnificent. 

He thrusts firmly into her throat, groaning as she moans around him, the vibration almost pushing him to the edge. And he tugs on her hair, pulling her back, smiling at the sight of her. Her hair messed up and her eyes wide, her skin flushed with desire as spit dripped onto her chin. His stomach rolling at the knowledge that she was like this because of him. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“What?” She asks, wiping her hand over her mouth as he pulls her up, turning them so she’s laying on the bed. “I was trying to-”

“Oh, I know what you were trying to do, baby,” he says, already pulling her shorts down her legs, smirking against her neck as she whines as he purposely runs his thumb against her as he does so. “But you know what makes me feel better every time?” He asks, as she shakes her head chasing his touch as he skins his fingers over her thighs. He pushes up her shirt and allows her to sit up just enough to pull it off her, throwing it to join his somewhere higher up on the bed. He places his lips next to her ear and breathes over her skin, making her shiver, “Making you fall apart.” 

She moans as he pushes two fingers into her, stealing the air from her lungs as he curls them inside of her, “Jesus Christ.” 

“Nope,” he smirks, pulling his fingers from inside of her and lifting them to his mouth, groaning as he tastes her on his skin, “Just me.” 

She wants to be annoyed at him, but she can’t bring herself to be. Not when he’s pressing her into the mattress, his lips against her throat as he pushes her thighs apart even wider, a pull in her legs that she thinks would make her wince in any other circumstances 

“Please,” she breathes out, throwing her head back as he pushes into her, the familiar stretch of him making her moan loudly. He captures it by kissing him, just about aware enough of everything beyond the two of them that if they woke up the kids this would be over. She buries her hands in his hair and kisses him fiercely as she matches him thrust for thrust, the two of them naturally falling into a rhythm they’d found years ago. 

“Fuck, Em,” he says as he pulls away from the kiss to bury his face into her collarbone, “You’re incredible.” 

“So…so are you,” she grunts out, her breath stolen from her as it feels like he pushes in deeper every time, and she knows she’ll still feel him in the morning, “You feel so fucking good.” 

He puts his hand in between them and draws circles on her clit, groaning as she clenches impossibly tighter around him, “Come for me, baby,” he says, biting into her shoulder, “Show me how good I make you feel.” 

She comes, hard. And she pulls him into a kiss to muffle her scream, and he comes too, his hips stuttering against hers as his orgasm chases hers. 

She lays there for a moment, to catch her breath content to stay there under him, and she groans in disappointment as he tries to roll off of her. She wraps her arms and still shaking legs around him as she buries her face in his neck. 

“Stay there.” 

“Sweetheart,” he says, his voice thick, “I’ll crush you.” 

“Don’t care,” she mumbles, stamping her kiss against his, “I love it,” she kisses him again, “It makes me feel safe.” 

He feels pride swell in his chest, the last tendrils of his insecurity finally letting go, and he nods, purposely shifting so only half of his weight is on her, “We’ll need to get dressed soon,” he says, resting his head on her chest, “Hazel will sneak in soon.” 

She hums, the thought of spending a night sandwiched between her husband and her youngest after spending a few days sleeping alone filling her with joy. 

“In a minute,” she says, clenching around him on purpose, laughing when he moans, “Then we’ll shower together.” 

“Sounds good sweetheart.”

___

She yawns the next morning as she pours herself a cup of coffee in the bullpen kitchen, and she hears a familiar chuckle from behind her. 

“Late night, Princess?” 

She turns to look at Derek and smiles as she takes a sip of her coffee, making a point of winking at him as she thinks of her very late night with her husband. The shower hadn’t been the end of it last night, and by the time Hazel did sneak into their room in the early hours of the morning they’d only just changed the sheets. 

“Something like that.” 

He shivers and makes himself a drink, “Gross.”

“You asked,” she watches him carefully, her tongue pressing into her cheek as she questions whether she should say something, but her desire to protect her husband wins out over everything else. She steps closer to him, “Derek?” 

He hums in response and looks a little shocked as he looks up and sees she’s closer now, “Yes?” 

“If you ever say anything to my husband again about his appearance, or imply he is anything less than perfect for me, I will kill you,” she says, her face stern, “And we both know I’d get away with it.” She says, and she suppresses her smile as his face falls and he swallows thickly. “Are we clear?” 

He nods, “Crystal clear.” 

She smiles at him, “Perfect,” she walks away and heads towards her desk when she hears Derek call after her. 

“Are you limping?” 

She turns back to look at him, a wide smirk on her face that makes him immediately regret his attempt to get the upper hand again.

“Oh Derek, when will you learn not to ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” 

-x-

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Louies' 2023 Wrapped Tag Game

(Rules: Answer the questions below and tag at least 3 people!)

Thank you bestie @berlinini for tagging me 🤍 sorry i’m so late on this, work’s been kicking my ass, here we go though!

favorite walls song: this year; don’t let it break your heart

favorite fitf song: impossible to pick just one but right now; holding on to heartache (which is funny considering my fav off of Walls this year)

most played song on Spotify by Louis: Written All Over Your Face (ok whore)

favorite louis lyrics: that’s actually an impossible task because there’s WAY too many! but “there’s endless versions of the thing that keeps me drifting back to darkness” hits home in a way that i can’t explain in words

louis life lesson: it always remains the same; picking yourself back up after facing hardships, seeing the possibilities and positives in a difficult situation; basically strength & resilience

favorite louis outfit: oh that’s unfair, my little fashionista kills it 99% of the time so i have a list of favorite 50 outfits from 2023 but for the purpose of this game we’ll narrow it down to three (and it’s not even top three just three that i loved)

favorite tour show: there were so many good ones this year (Phoenix, Austin, Houston, LA, Philly, New York, Bologna, Paris, Antwerp, Vienna, Łódź, Sheffield, Cardiff, London) but the way that I felt physically ill after fitfwt: Columbus might need to be studied for science; the whiplash from the stark difference of him during the show and him post show was entirely TOO MUCH

favorite public appearance: has to be the RS Awards; the slutty custom-made fit, the main character energy throughout, the confidence, the glow, the ever present eloquence with which he spoke about his work and his successful af year, just him him him <3

favorite AOTV scene: once again there’s so many; that scene where louis’ recording Saturdays and we get some insight into his thinking and his process, the montage of louis with band and crew having an absolute blast while All This Time plays in the background, that one scene where JD is helping him put his hoodie on after he broke his elbow 👀 the last few minutes of the movie where we hear him say the words “i do feel like i deserve this” 🫶🏽🥹 and so so many more actually

favorite band or crew member: favorite three :p are Krystle, Steve & Joshua! special shout out to Joshua for going above and beyond this year honestly! that man carried lthq on his back!

favorite picture: another unfair question but i won’t cheat and post one of my absolute most favorites from this year because it’s like the energy of his shows captured in one moment (i found out on twitter that the hand in his hair belongs to a desi louie which was like the cherry on top)

something that you are looking forward to in 2024: the fitfwt latam shows!!! there is nothing else like the energy the latam crowds bring, which in turn brings out the absolute best (and most unhinged) in louis and his band too, so definitely looking forward to that! and the festivals!!! can’t wait to see him shine in front of the world <3 hope against hope to be a part of it if things work out 🤞🏽🕯️

one wish for Louis (or Louies) for 2024: 🍑🐧🎧 sighting! kidding (not really)! honestly though, growth

growth in this fandom’s level of maturity (with the addition of lots more people who are here for louis’ art and not his personal life), growth in the markets he’s able to capture, growth in the places he’s able and willing to tour *cough*ASIA*cough*, growth in the ability of his teams especially his social media and PR teams, growth from Louis himself in regards to him being open to trying new things

i don’t know who all has done this! but i’ll tag some people just in case (no pressure) @noraincsl @timidlouie @poekitty2020 @stormyhale @louveyous

[greenhousethree]

Asked and Answered (Chasing chapters 2-3!)

These asks have been making my day since I posted chapter two, and life was unexpectedly a lot last month but we're back and ready to rumble, baby. Chapter four is getting a bunch of final edits, but in the meantime I've been getting a KICK out of your questions...

Spoilers, sneak peeks, and theories below!

I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this one, anon! But rest assured I have not forgotten about Kreacher, and we haven't heard the last about selling Grimmauld Place (more on that in chapter 5). From Harry's letters, though, we're learning that George and Ron think they could use a slave someone to do the washing up, which would be a level of such bougie dichotomy in a shitty London flat that I, for one, would love to see.

Dean In Paris is a little arc that I've been so excited to reveal, and starting with chapter 4 we'll definitely be hearing more about it. We still have a lot to learn about his year on the run, too, and what it was like to come out of the woods and reintegrate with both Muggles and wizards... our poor boy's really been through it.

As far as Luna goes, we'll be getting more of their interactions next chapter too (wouldn't be a party without a little inter-house mingling)! We know she's fresh out of a relationship with his old roommate, so we'll see if Dean will go two for two with DA girls 👀

Cheers, anon!

Thank you so much for this question, anon! I promise we'll get some Charlie moments that have to do with Quidditch, but at this point it would be giving away too much to reveal the role (if any) he might have at her first match. Instead here's something a little out of context:

"What the hell," she snorted, turning a stone over in her left hand before pitching it low over the waves. "You sound like Mum, asking me shit like that. Or Bill." Charlie shrugged, sending his throw so far he must've charmed the rock. "I dunno. Bloke seems moody is all. Not that I blame him... I just wanted to be sure everything was good, I guess." "It's sort of cute, you checking up on me." "Shut up. You think this is the first time?"

Anon I could kiss you for this question because I don't really write A/Ns for these chapters, but now I get to point out one of my favorite self-indulgent little details from chapter three:

“We’re just going to keep him still until someone gets here.” And she took Kirke’s head between both hands, sliding her fingers underneath to gingerly probe through the back of his hair. “Help’s coming, Andrew. You’re okay. We’re going to get you inside.”

I took that last line directly from the text with the intention of thrusting Ginny back into a moment at the end of DH that doesn't really get resolved or explained. More on that to come, but in this moment Ginny is really triggered by this burden of someone else's safety— of caring for the injured— and the helplessness that accompanies it. I'm really looking forward to tying this in with her ambition to be a Healer, which we learn she discussed with Professor McGonagall months after witnessing her father's hospitalization, her brother and friends' injuries, and Sirius's death. As the youngest Weasley she's been barred from so much of the action, so those moments of powerlessness were made more bitter by the fact that she was trying to do the only thing she felt she could. The panic comes from knowing the only thing she could do wasn't always enough...

Gushing over this question! A theory! About my fic!

I've gotten a few different versions of "where's Binns?", and I really don't want to give too much away because it'll come into play in later chapters, but I will say that the situation is a little more complicated than education reform. The only hint I can offer is that it's been really hard to convey everything that hasn't been around at Hogwarts without drawing too much attention to it, especially through Ginny's limited narration...

Priscus, though! Shame that Ginny would (imo) never canonically take a History of Magic N.E.W.T., so we'll have to settle for hearing more about him from Hermione.

🫡

thanks for this prompt, anon! without further ado, here's a peek at two character debuts for this fic:

Demelza grinned over the rim of her mug, eyes narrowed. "Could've told me sooner." "I know." "You know Romilda still doesn't believe you either, right?" "Doesn't matter," Ginny mumbled before tipping her head back to empty her cup, blood thudding sluggishly in her ears as she thought of his jumper and his letters— solace and evidence, tucked away in the same place. "She can't prove anything. Didn't believe me last year either, did they?" Demelza shrugged. "Just thought you'd want to know. She brought it up first thing on the train 'cause she knows we're friends. Can't imagine she's wasting too much brainpower on it right now, though..." At the table by Dean's bed, Dennis was refilling two cups with wine, cracking a grin as Romilda bumped a playful shoulder against his.

(Neither of today's sneak peeks passes the Harry Bechdel test, and for that I apologize.)

I also received a few more questions about Ginny's shoulder, especially after her conversation with Dean this chapter... I answered something similar in this post (if you scroll down a bit) and linked to postwar fics that occur before this story. Cheers! 🌱

[randomvarious]

1995 London Playlist (YouTube)

Alright, so I now have London playlists for the years of 1994, 1996, 1997, 1998, and 1999, so it's only right that I complete this whole sequence and give you all something for 1995 too 😊. And just like the rest of these city-year playlists that I've been making, this one is also by no means a comprehensive or authoritative look at what this particular year was like for the most musically diverse metropolis in the world; but what it is instead is a totally unique and scattershot mix of a bunch of obscure and underground London-made gems from 1995 that I've come across over the years from collecting various artist comps and DJ mixes. And no city on this planet is more eclectic than London itself, thanks in large part to both its independent and mainstream open-arms embrace of electronic music writ large.

So that's what this playlist is mostly comprised of. We have a few breakbeat tunes from the likes of Tim 'Love' Lee—who founded the Tummy Touch label, which put out the terrific Groove Armada's first two albums in the late 90s—Asian underground group Loop Guru, whose "Diwana," aka "Olwana," is a fantastic piece of psychedelic Eastern spiritualism, and "The Man With Three Heads," by Fluid, aka Dominic Glynn, who is way more known for being a bigtime film and TV composer, and whose music from that realm you're guaranteed to have heard before. Then there's a couple awesome acid jazz cuts from D*Note and Incognito, with Incognito's offering, "Jacob's Ladder," being remixed by probably the greatest New York house duo of all time, Masters at Work; a nice and rare house remix by Dimitri From Paris of Bjork's "Isobel" (Bjork was living in London when she recorded that song); a piece of drum n bass by the prolific T Power and his frequent partner Shy FX; and a very difficult-to-categorize song by System 7 called "Civilization," which was mixed by Detroit techno legend Carl Craig and is probably best described as goa trance meeting electro-flavored Detroit techno 😮.

And speaking of things that can't be categorized—check out this segue, folks—to close things out, we also have a boom bap jazz-rap tune from fleeting South London duo 499, whose "Don't Categorise Me" sounds like something that could've been produced by the legendary Pete Rock himself 😌. Oh, and right before that is something light and goofy from two-tone ska lifer King Hammond, who's been in two of the genre's most famous bands, The Selecter and Bad Manners.

This playlist is ordered as chronologically as possible:

Tim 'Love' Lee - "One Word" D*Note - "The Garden Of Earthly Delights (Ballistic Barrio Boom)" Bjork - "Isobel (Dim's Enchanted Forest)" Loop Guru - "Olwana" Incognito - "Jacob's Ladder (Masters At Work Yorican Mix)" T Power - "Amber (Shy FX extended version)" System 7 - "Civilization (Carl Craig Mix)" Fluid - "The Man With Three Heads" King Hammond - "Skaville UK" 499 - "Don't Categorise Me"

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So with the launch of this playlist, we start with ten songs that clock in at nearly an hour. A nice blend of a bunch of different genres and styles, and you're definitely not gonna find another look back at this city and specific year that's quite like this one!

Next week we'll be going back to a decade-genre playlist that I don't think I've updated in a *very* long time 👀.

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

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For the wip ask game, Only Human? I'd love to hear what it's about!

HII thank you so much for asking, this wip is honestly my favourite thing ever!! this is what i currently have for a summary:

What if Crowley lost his memory soon after he got to Earth? What if he now thinks he's an immortal human? What if having no memories is the only thing keeping heaven and hell away from him? What if Aziraphale didn't dare to let Crowley see him for fear of his memories returning? In the present day, Crowley is a private detective, trying to balance putting up with everyone's bullshit and his recurring dream about an angel he made up to ignore his own loneliness. But the dream is getting more intense. And then he finds out the angel is not a figment of his imagination. Although he doesn't look like an angel, just a human, a bookseller of all things. Things are stirring under the surface and people are starting to disappear. Will Crowley be able to find them in time? More importantly, will Crowley be able to stop the apocalypse he doesn't know is coming?

Im still figuring out some plot points and stuff but i think this summary sums it up pretty well :) The chapters are divided into flashbacks of Crowley through the ages and the present day and there is a lot going on here lol

here a little snippet from the flashback in chapter 2 (the year? 1789. the place? Paris, specifically a masquerade ball👀)

“You’re not from around here, are you?” the stranger asked, tilting his head to the side while adjusting the delicate feathers on his mask.

Crowley, intrigued by the question, offered a wry smile beneath his own disguise. “How did you know?”

“It’s your clothes,” the man answered. “And the way you move.”

“The way I move?” 

“I saw you dancing. The French don’t dance like that.”

Crowley became vaguely aware that the man had seen him dance. A flicker of realisation crept in — had the mysterious figure been watching him the entire time?

“How do the French dance, then?” Crowley asked.

“Calculated. Like every step is a move in a game of chess. But you,” the man glanced at Crowley, “you dance like you're defying the very concept of rules. There's a freedom in your movements, a rebellion against the constraints of structured elegance.”

[raphaelly]

End of Year Zuka Tag 2023 Part 2

3. Never Say Goodbye: Which taidansha did you find the hardest for you to say goodbye to this year? 

Timewise, the first one has to be Kazumi Shou's taidan... she was one of hanagumi's best singers, both mature and cool on stage, and she brought something truly special by her presence alone. Her taidan role in Singing Loverbirds was perfect though and her funny and touching dynamic with Hoshikaze Madoka was imo the highlight of the show!

The second one was Arisa Hitomi's, I was wishing she'd stay forever 😭 Unparalleled voice, amazing acting, and a genuinely sweet personality, it's just impossible not to love Kuracchi. She was one of those non top musumes the company allowed to shine and she truly felt like a star. To hear her sing that solo as Marie Antoinette in 1789 made me a tear up for real...

4. Material Girl: Favourite piece of merch (most treasured Takarazuka thing you have bought yourself this year, OR if you didn’t buy anything this year, a piece of merch that is on your wish list)

I have very little merch dfjhv but this year was the first year I bought stills and bromides from QR! It took more than 2 months to arrive lmao but I'm still so happy to have all these high quality pics of my faves. And for christmas I treated myself to Madoka's photobook, it should hopefully be on its way now 👀

5. Mon Paris: Did you discover a new fav show that was not from this year? (This can be any fav show that you saw for the first time this year that was released before 2022)

I must have discovered a bunch of older shows but the one that stood out to me the most was Never Say Goodbye (2006). The Spanish Civil War and fascism at large are difficult topics, especially for a company like Takarazuka that doesn't have the best track record when it comes to handling these issues with care when so much revolves around making siennes look cool, no matter what they play. But NSG felt spot on for me. Without making any sienne play any fascist, it managed to portray the importance of resistance against fascism while still showing the difficulties of organising armed resistance without (too much) infighting. Also Wildhorn has never not made a banger, all the songs slap.

6. Wings of the Heart: Favourite fandom memory (this could be a fun stream experience, going to the theatre with friends, all collectively freaking out about something together, anything really!)

Most probably the first (and only so far) international-friendly livestream we've had on BeyondLive for James Bond. The excitment was palpable lol and personally I was so happy to have any "official" subs at all, even if of so-so quality. They gave us some top tier memes and memories, plus the general emotions of seing Makaze Suzuho and Jun Hana taidan (my first top combi taidan!), I was happy to be a fan that day and to have this community.

7. The Final Dance (Saigo no Dansu): What was your favourite duedan of the year?

Frozen Holiday, hands down. Ayakaze Sakina and Yumeshiro Aya, and other pairs, dancing while Howl's Moving Castle's theme plays in the background, it feels magical. And with the news of saki taidanning on the next GT, it's now even more important to me.

[bludstaind]

(curley gao, she/her, spirit warrior) to DOLLIE ALIMJAN, the whole world looks like an open page. with a leap of faith, their ability of BODY EXCHANGE grows a little stronger. they’re pledged to the HOUSE OF BELTRAN to defend the enchanted lands of cagliostro with their ENCHANTED BUTTERFLY CLIPS. for TWENTY-THREE years, they have survived a world of magic with both their INVESTIGATION SKILLS AND SELF-CENTERED PERSONALITY. they work as a PODCAST HOST & INTERNET SLEUTH, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to EXPOSE THE WIZARD OF WHALE ISLAND. (ana, 25, she/her, est)

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hello hello! it’s your local goblin ANA here trying her hand again at actually posting on the dash .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･. dollie is an older muse of mine from a previous roleplay & she’s super easy for me to play, so i hope you’ll all love her and we can have fun in some threads! (i’m shy though so pls be patient, plotting in the dms makes me a lil anxious huisdfhsd)  below i’ve included some tidbits of info about her for you, along with her profile information under! ♡ ok kiss kiss ily bye

officially adding another alimjan to the mix of things, get ready for more chaos as material girl by madonna plays in the background!!!

the youngest out of five sisters, also a cast member on a cringey and cheesy reality tv show called all around the alimjans (it's bootleg keeping up with the kardashians)

your typical neurotic workaholic capricorn with a splash of perfectionism, you'll find her working 3 different jobs and constantly on the search for more because she doesn't know how to slow down and breathe

despite the valley girl meets paris hilton meets the kardashians meets socialite facade she has on now, she was a very awkward, frizzy haired, tokyo ghoul obsessed little girl in her youth who was bullied often. anyone who knows her from her youth will know she's an entirely different person beneath the mask she's spent so many years building up.

the main host of cagliostros spookiest, most drama-filled podcast! “glamour & ghouls” will provide you with all things GLAMOUROUS, GHOULISH, AND GOSSIPY. you'll also find her on youtube, as well as internet sleuthing in her "free" time.

her youtube channel is where she vlogs behind the scenes content, investigations, as well as her makeup and skincare routines!

incredibly nosy, will always be in your business and isn't afraid to use whatever (or whoever) she needs to get to the top. her power is body swapping so don't be surprised if your character wakes up one day in a different body and you hear around town that people saw you doing things you didn't do 👀 (think freaky friday!)

despite being (very) annoying, if she knows you and loves you, she will (very frequently) show up at your door unannounced with your favorite drink to make your day a little better. be prepared to hear all of the gossip and drama you've missed out on, though. will also eventually force your character to let her give them a makeover. sorry, not sorry!!!!

spirit warrior who went through the full initiation and ceremony process, though she's not as involved in her house as others. prefers sticking to sleuthing and investigating drama more than fighting evil by moonlight and winning love by daylight. i have an open plot/wc for a dreamshade companion who helps her with the dirty work of things if anyone is ever interested  👀

plot bunnies/wanted connections!!

ex best-friend - someone who she considered nearly as close to her as her twin sister. when dollie wasn’t with rosie, she was always with your character. things ended on a very sour note, after dollie got too involved with a tragedy in the best-friends family. i wanna keep this pretty open to creative freedom, but an idea i had for this was that dollie made the mistake of sharing information on her best friends tragedy with her followers, and it caused a very sour and bitter end to the friendship.

the enemy - for some reason, this character wants to take dollie down and ruin the comfortable little career she’s been working so hard at building up ( maybe even at the expense of others? ) perhaps they don’t her sticking her nose in peoples business around town, or think she’s sniffed a little too close to something they want to remain covered up, this is completely open and i’d love to brainstorm something juicy for it 👀

the budding love - despite the constant need to always look put-together and like she has everything figured out, dollie has had a long battle with learning to understand herself. she was content with herself, comfortable with just focusing on her job and hobbies, but someone comes along and shows her what it’s like to love without all the expectations, what it’s like to have the passion, the adventure, the butterflies in your tummy that all the girls in the movies talk about. for the first time, she feels like she has a chance. (important note that dollie is a closeted lesbian currently who's only just now starting to figure herself out so this may have to be slow burn hehe!)

dreamshade companion - helps with investigations/the dirty work of being a nosy! dreamshades and spirit warriors often make contracts and work together as pairs in cagliostro, it's quite common and a good way to keep a dreamshade safe from being slain. perhaps your character is in it only for the safety, or maybe they enjoy sticking their nose in other peoples business too! i'm open to anything tbh

out of town friends - because of her interest in true crime/mysteries, dollie has done a fair bit of traveling outside of selphia for sleuthing and investigations, often spending weeks to even months all over the place to get the big scoop. there are no limits on where she could have met your muse, i wanted to leave it open for creativity ♡

podcast guests - anyone who comes on the podcast would likely have had their ears talked off by dollie many, many, many times. she’s very social and when it comes to info-dumping with her co-workers about the latest conspiracies, true crime, or whatever mysterious event has taken place in cagliostro this week, she doesn’t know when to stop

enemies and foes - when you're as nosy as dollie and willing to turn other peoples tragedies into profit, there are bound to be some people who just can’t sit right with her choice in career. maybe they think she’s too nosy, maybe she’s shared information with the public that was meant to be private, i’m open to absolutely anything! 

shared interests in town conspiracies - i think it’d be super fun to have plots where dollie and other characters get together and discuss/investigate/try to work through town conspiracies! friends who sleuth together stay together 😎

fans of her youtube channel  ( okay, okay, she’s not THAT big yet, but she likes to pretend she is  )

i swear i have better ones than this but my brain is losing power!!! but i'm open to anything! ily guys LET ME PLOT WITH YOU HEHE

some lil stats to end things off &lt;;3

⸻ NAME. dollie alimjan

⸻ AGE. twenty-five

⸻ GENDER IDENTITY. cisgender woman

⸻ PRONOUNS. she / her

⸻ SEXUALITY. lesbian (closeted)

⸻ RELATIONSHIP. single

⸻ FACECLAIM. curley gao

⸻ HEIGHT. 5’4” / 162cm

⸻ HAIR COLOR. she changes it frequently, but currently black

⸻ HAIR COLOR. brown

⸻ MARKINGS. scar near her hairline from her twin sister throwing a toy at her as a toddler, medium-sized birth mark on left of her lower back

⸻ TATTOOS. tiny ghost holding lipstick on side of right wrist.

⸻ PIERCINGS. three ear piercings on the left ear, four in the right

⸻ SCENT. raspberry, pear, vanilla orchid, lily of the valley, & woody notes

⸻ POSITIVE TRAITS.  gregarious, driven, & generous

⸻ NEUTRAL TRAITS. honest, materialistic, stylish

⸻ NEGATIVE TRAITS. petty, self-serving, & overreacting

⸻ ZODIAC TRIO. capricorn sun, libra moon, gemini rising

⸻ ALIGNMENT. neutral good

⸻ MBTI. esfp

⸻ TEMPERAMENT. sanguine

⸻ ELEMENT. earth

⸻ PRIMARY VICE. greed

⸻ PRIMARY VIRTUE. magnificence

⸻ TROPES. the socialite, breaks rules to fit their needs, always in places they shouldn’t be, uses “like” too much when they talk, puts their goals before everything else, overworked and overwhelmed perfectionist

⸻ GOALS. solve the mysteries happening in cagliostro, achieve a million subscribers, get her own reality tv show, expose the wizard of whale islands secret

⸻ FEARS. being completely alone, not achieving her dreams, failing, bugs

⸻ OCCUPATION. podcast host, internet sleuth, & youtuber

⸻ RESIDENCE. selphia, cagliostro.

⸻ HOBBIES. investigating strange occurrences & monster events, finding the big scoop, sharing other peoples drama, interviewing people around town, researching true crime, annoying her sisters, vlogging for her channel, spending way too much on ig live, rigorous skincare routines, editing photos, doing other peoples makeup, soap making, binging bad reality tv shows, etc.

⸻ HABITS. using “like” too much in a sentence, cutting people off accidentally, nail picking, checking her social media too often, controlling the conversation, taking selfies at inappropriate times, constantly working even during recreational activities, etc.

[steelblaidd]

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

@overworkedunderwhelmed tagged me a couple days ago but I was on travel for work and was not going to try and do this on my phone.

Most of these are prompt responses for the @miraculousfanworks booster rewards.

"Marinette sat with her chin resting in the palm of her hand staring dreamily at the back of Adrien’s head as the clock in Mme. Bustier’s classroom ticked slowly towards the end of the day. Her smile dripped across her face like melting ice cream as the light of the sun burnished his blond hair to spun gold." How Sweet It Is (to be loved by you) 

"Even though it had never been more than an occasional thing, Anansi had had a lot of fun training Alya and Cappy off and on over the years. So it was particularly gratifying when her little sister had started showing up to the gym around the start of her second year of Lycee." Marital Kombat

“There are eight million stories to be told of the city. The City of Love. the City of Lights. Those lights cast deep shadows. The lives that huddle in those shadows pulse with the fire of passion and anger, or drip with unshed tears. Violence and corruption flow through those shadowed alleys like the dirty waters of the Seine hemmed in by its stone banks. Occasionally spilling out onto the glittering boulevards where the smiling people live. But those smiles can hide the shadows too and there’s no telling what darkness hides behind the closed curtains and lowered shades, what cries for help are muffled by the bustle of the streets. But secrets can't stay hidden in the shadows forever and we make it our business to -”

“Alya. You’re monologuing again.” Noir Would I 

"Yuri did not want to be here.

It took every ounce of self control he had to walk, without scowling, down the long aisle of the Eden academy chapel between rows of guests with his beloved sister on his arm. Anya was prancing back and forth erratically in front of them, scattering great handfuls of rose petals over the scene as they processed toward the doom waiting at the altar. " Giving the Bride Away 

"The first rule of being a successful liar: Be confident. " Hair Today

"There is no question that the wedding of Ladybug and Chat Noir was the biggest wedding in Paris this season. " Small Moments at the Biggest Wedding 

“My son is an idiot.”  Ring Side Seats

"At first she didn’t recognize what was going on.

Everything seemed natural. Adrien was very smart after all and he had been there for all of the events. 

W~ell, most of them.

Mostly. 👀" I hear the secrets that you keep. 

“Babe! Save me! It’s happening again!” This series didn't need a reboot! 

"Noel was so proud that he was finally allowed to walk over to the park by Marinette’s House all by himself that he was barely paying enough attention to the bustle of the sidewalk around him on his way there. He had been looking forward to the chance to see his friends Ella and Etta and Manon all week as they lived just far enough apart that they ended up attending different primaire." Fly Away home

I made it eleven because that's every Fic I published Since 2022 started

Honorable Mention: I updated my analysis essay collection Miraculous Short Takes several times

@everybody

[peaceisadirtyword]

Back To You (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: HELLO!🥰 I’m very excited omg. Here’s the first chapter of Back to you, the second season of Move On which had a lot of positive feedback (and still has!) and as y’all seemed to like that story, I decided to continue it with a second part to finish it properly♥️ I’m in love with this story and I worked a lot on it, so I truly hope you like and enjoy it as much as I do. This first chapter may be a bit boring, as I focused on what Ivar and Y/N did these past two years👀 

Enjoy, and thanks for reading!💜

Warnings: A bit of angst, heartbreaks, a male OC... Not too much I think!

Words: 2942

Move On Masterlist 

Back To You Masterlist

It was the middle of the night, but the city seemed to be still awake. The inside of the suite was dark, but your eyes were fixed on the lights outside, at the other side of the window. The Eiffel Tower looked prettier than ever, all illuminated and imposing, watching the entire city at her feet. Paris was always the romantic destination, where couples went to fall in love all over again, to have romantic dinners in the Latin Quarter, and watch the sunset from Montmartre. Walk around the Champs Elysées and maybe lay down and rest in one of the beautiful parks. Everything in Paris screamed romanticism, love and passion. 

You caressed the ring on your finger. Probably, many people dreamt to be asked that big question in Paris. It had only been a few hours, but it already felt like a lifetime. You hadn't suspected anything, and thought that it was a normal dinner, on a fancy boat through the Seine, so typical of him. And then the champagne, the fireworks... And the ring. You had turned around and found him kneeled in front of you, with his perfect white teeth flashing you a smile, and the pretty ring on the little velvet box he offered you. 

Everyone on the boat was excited, they laughed and cheered even before you said yes. But would you have said yes if it wasn't because they were there? 

You looked at the king sized bed at the other side of the suit. He slept peacefully, and it broke your heart. You weren't sure if you wanted to marry him just yet, not when you still saw those sapphire eyes following you everywhere. 

John snored softly, startling you. You had met him in London, while working on that pretty little bookshop that was just in front of his favorite restaurant. He entered to buy a book for his niece, she loved fantasy and fiction, and you found yourself rambling about your favorite authors when you realized he was looking at you with a smile. He didn't interrupt you, like other customers did when they were in a hurry, but instead said he'd love to hear all about your favorite books over a coffee.

You had dropped the books you had on your hands, and immediately flustered and moved nervously trying to pick them up. It wasn't  the first time someone asked you out since you moved to London months ago, but it was the first time you actually felt like going out with someone. John had blonde hair and grey eyes, and was the most British person you had ever known. He was polite, nice and sweet. A true gentleman, so different from him that it seemed like a good idea to get to know him. And it was. 

John was perfect, the knight in shining armor the adults promise you when you're young. Two years later, he had asked for your hand in marriage and you had said yes. And now you felt awful. 

You felt awful because his intense stare still haunted you, because you still dreamed of him and because your heart still broke a bit whenever you thought of him. Sometimes you could smell his scent, or even hear his laugh and feel his lips. Leaving Ivar was still the hardest thing you had ever done, and even if now you were far from being that heartbroken little girl that ran away from him, he was still there. Even now that you were going to marry someone else. 

Those first months before meeting John were chaotic. You made new friends, you got a new job, Ivar was in the past but the pain was still there. You missed him so much, until someone else managed to patch that huge scar he had left in some way. 

Ivar talked to you a couple of times when you left. Only a couple of texts, asking how you were and if everything was okay in London. You replied, until he said the magic words.

I miss you. 

You couldn't reply to that. 

Fortunately, he didn't insist. And you managed to move on in some way. 

You knew he wasn't home. Both Hvitserk and Aslaug mentioned it more than once, even when the rest of them avoided saying his name at all. Aslaug kept calling for your birthday, she even sent gifts to you, and of course Hvitserk visited you. 

He didn't talk much about his brother, just enough to make you understand that they weren't in good terms in that moment. That broke your heart, because you knew that at the end of the day they both had each other, and now Ivar was God knows where all alone, and Hvitserk stayed home when everyone left. 

He was still your best friend, just not as close as before, which hurt you even more. The only consistent thing you had from your past life was Alfred. Your sweet Alfred, who now had his own relationship with a nice girl you liked, who had moved to London too and with whom you went out every Thursday. The two of you weren't meant to be, but he had became your anchor, your only support those lonely first weeks in England. 

Alfred liked John. He would often go out with your friends, both of them ran companies and had so many things in common... 

Hvitserk went out with them once too, but he left soon. He didn't fit in that new group, and had looked a bit sad when he had said goodbye to you in the airport a few days later. That was his last visit. 

You should be happy, you thought, you had friends, a perfect boyfriend, you finally managed to get your life together. 

But there was something missing. And sometimes, when you stepped into fancy restaurants next to John, sitting on a table with his family and sipping on expensive wine, you missed those nights in that apartment, with those two brothers that, for a while, were your entire world.  

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"Hey, honey, wake up" 

Someone was giggling on your ear, and you frowned. The man with the bluest eyes in the world and the scowl on his face disappeared, and you opened your eyes to find John looking at you. 

Blinking in confusion, you looked around. It was still dark, but the sun was already rising. You were curled up in the couch, and the next thing you noticed was that your neck hurt terribly. 

"What are you doing sleeping here?" John chuckled, kissing your temple softly "Come back to bed" 

"Sorry" you groaned, rubbing your face "I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you up"

"It's everything okay?" his smile faded "Do you feel alright?" he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. 

You smiled and nodded, shrugging. 

"I suppose I was..." you interrupted yourself, looking at the silver ring on your finger. His face lightened up when he saw it. 

"Nervous? We still have time" he caressed your cheek softly and you leant your face into his hand. 

"No, I..." you managed to look at him in the eye "I'm overthinking I... I don't know if I'm ready"

He stopped smiling again, and this time he looked genuinely worried when he took your hands between his. 

"What do you mean, Y/N?" he looked so anxious, you felt the need to smile and shake your head. 

"It's just... I love you, John" you sighed "And the way you asked me was so beautiful and romantic and... I just wish you'd spend some more time with me"

Time. That was all you needed. You already loved him, it was just a matter of time. 

"Oh" he seemed to sigh in relief "I..."

"I just want to spend more time with you, John, you're always working and traveling, and I understand but... I don't want to end up like the lonely wife that stays home to wait for her husband" 

He nodded. 

"I'm sorry, my love, I realize now that maybe I neglected you a bit" he kissed your hand, and you couldn't help but smile "You're right" he sighed. 

"It's not your fault" you muttered, caressing his cheek "But I see your friends and their wives, I see them having kids and buying tons of clothes and makeup every day to entertain themselves, and I don't want to become one of them" you frowned, making John chuckle "I understand you have to work, but I came with you to Paris, didn't I? I could go with you to some other places" 

He nodded enthusiastically. 

"I must admit, I asked you to marry me fearing you'd say no, because our relationship seems to have cooled down a bit, hasn't it?" he sighed "We need some holidays, perhaps" 

You hummed, and sighed happily when he snuggled next to you, his arms around you and his fingers caressing your arm. 

"I have an idea" 

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him expectantly and hoping he wouldn't propose one of those boring plans the rich seemed to like so much. 

"I have to travel soon, it's important" he smiled softly "We're planning to build one of the biggest hotels in Europe, and I need to go there to finish the negotiations..." 

"Where?" You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. 

John flashed a big smile and winked before answering. 

"Iceland" 

You froze. 

Ivar's laugh echoed in your head, and you tried your best to ignore it. 

"Iceland?" 

He nodded. 

"I know you like Iceland, I know you have friends in there" he seemed so excited... "Would you like to come with me? It's just for a few weeks, until I close the deal, and I will have some free time to be with you, they say Iceland it's quite romantic" 

It is, you thought, biting your lip to hide your nervousness. It had been the most romantic place on Earth for a while, to you. 

The thought of being in Iceland without Ivar felt wrong, almost like you were lying to both yourself and to John, but you ignored that feeling. John wanted to go there with you, you wanted to spend some more time with him, what could go wrong? 

Besides, the thought of seeing Floki and Helga once again wasn't that upsetting. 

"Yes" you smiled, pushing away your doubts and intrusive thoughts "Yes, I'd like to go with you"

John's smile grew even bigger, and it filled your chest with warmth. 

"Perfect" he leant in to kiss your lips, and you kissed him back "I can't wait" he muttered, pressing his forehead against yours. 

You didn't reply, but kissed him instead. He seemed to like your initiative, as his hands roamed around your body softly. Too softly, maybe. Sometimes you wished he'd be a bit more... Rough with you, and it got to your nerves when he treated you like you were a porcelain doll that would break at any moment. 

"Let's go to bed" he breathed into your neck "I want to make love to my fiancée" he brought your hand to his mouth to kiss it again. A true gentleman. You smiled and stood up, giggling as you rushed to the bed, followed by a very amused John. 

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Ivar hated airports with passion. He wasn't a big fan of traveling; the crutches complicated everything, people were either annoyed by his struggle or cared too much. He didn't need help to carry anything, he just needed for them to shut up and stop bothering him. 

In fact, he would have started yelling if it wasn't for the boy that sat next to him, quiet and pouting, different from what Ivar was used to with him. 

"What are you thinking about?" he elbowed him, smiling softly. The boy looked at him with a pout, and shrugged. 

"I don't want you to leave" Igor sighed, his accent had softened a bit since Ivar met him for the first time. 

He felt the tears burning in his eyes, and the lump on his throat that he tried to clear by coughing a bit. Then he hugged the boy with his free arm, kissing his head softly. 

"I'll be just a few hours away" he cupped his head to make him look at him "I'll come to visit you, and you can go visit me" 

"Yes, but it won't be the same" his teary eyes broke Ivar's heart again. 

His sweet Igor... Ivar never imagined he'd end up loving that kid so much, but something in Igor reminded him of himself, and he couldn't help but care for him the same way he wished someone had cared for him. 

"We'll make it be the same" Ivar winked at him "But for now, you need to focus on school, you need to study" he raised an eyebrow "I know you'll be okay, Igor, I wouldn't leave if I wasn't sure" 

"But I need you" the boy was now letting the tears fall down his pale cheeks. Ivar's face softened, and he kissed his forehead. 

"You don't need me, but I will always be there for you, Igor, no matter where I am, you can always call me" Ivar wiped the kid's tears, feeling a dull pain in his chest.  

Finally, Igor nodded, and leant in for another hug. Ivar arrived in Novgorod promising he wouldn't let himself love someone ever again; after falling out with Hvitserk and losing the love of his life, he wasn't sure love was worth it after all. But then he started working for Oleg and met little Igor, his nephew, and he couldn't help but start loving that boy like a brother, maybe like a son. Working for Oleg had been hard, his business were even dirtier than what he was used to at home, and soon he found himself rejecting Oleg's ways, the ways that had been his own not so long ago. 

He had wanted to save Igor from all of that, let him have a normal childhood, going to school and making new friends without Oleg's abuse. And when Igor was finally free, then he realized he had to leave. 

Ivar was proud of the special bond he had developed with the boy. He would miss him terribly, and a part of him would stay with Igor forever, but his time in Russia had ended, and taking that plane seemed like the right thing to do. 

"Ivar" Hvitserk's voice interrupted his thoughts. Igor sniffed, wiping his tears as he stopped hugging Ivar to look at Hvitserk "We should get going" 

Ivar nodded, and winked at Igor again. The kid stood up then, walking to Hvitserk to say goodbye as Ivar watched him with a small smile on his lips. He was truly happy to have Hvitserk by his side again, even if their relationship hadn't been the best. He had thought he would never see him again until Hvitserk came to Novgorod with him, after he had a huge fight with Björn and Ubbe. 

"So, I suppose this is a goodbye" a woman's voice startled him slightly, making her giggle. Katia stood next to him, and smiled sweetly at him when he got up from his seat, leaning on his crutch. 

"I guess it is" he nodded slowly "But you can come visit with Igor and..."

"Maybe someday" she interrupted him with a nod, and Ivar's expression softened again. She had been Oleg's wife, but left him as soon as she could, also disappointed on him. There was something about her that reminded Ivar of Freydis, but gentler and nicer, and it was probably that something which made him start that... Romance? He wasn't sure of how to describe it, because it had been brief. Intense, but brief. It was the first person he had looked to since... He pushed your name out of his mind. Things were already dramatic enough to start thinking about you. 

"If there's anything you need, if there's any problem, please call me" Ivar sighed. 

"I will" she nodded, and reached to caress his hair softly. Ivar truly appreciated her, she had been important, she made him realize many things, and in a way he wished he had fallen in love with her. It would have been easier "You're a good man, Ivar" Katia moved to hug him, and he let himself relax into her arms "You deserve happiness" 

He almost teared up at that. He had hurt so many people, it was difficult to believe he'd deserve any kind of happiness. 

"Can you, please... Give these to Igor?" Ivar ended the hug, reaching into his jacket's pocket to take the tickets he had bought a few days before "So he can come and visit me? When school is over" he nearly begged, knowing neither Katia nor Igor's uncle would let him skip school. 

"Of course" she chuckled, taking the tickets and looking at them fondly "It will make him happy"

The last call for his flight sounded, and soon Igor was back to Ivar's side, hugging him again, one last time. Hvitserk took the rest of their things as he smiled at the sight of his brother tearing up as he said goodbye to Igor. A couple of years earlier, he wouldn't have even thought that Ivar would warm up to a kid in that way, or to anyone for that matter, but his little brother had changed a lot, Russia had changed him. He preferred it. 

Hvitserk even saw Ivar wiping his tears while hiding his face as they both walked towards the boarding gate, on their way to Iceland. 

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[gucciwins]

if no one has said it yet - I’d love to hear back story of the new angst piece 👀 especially because you seem so excited about it!!!

thank you angel 😘 i am excited! i love bel and harry so getting to share a bit more is always fun. here we go then....

Bel entered the cast of The Umbrella Academy season 3. It was ominous to who the other siblings were at the end of season 2. When the news came out, everyone was thrilled as they'd be seeing her in one of the largest series on Netflix as well as giving her more action roles. During filming, she of course got close with the entire crew but she connected with David Castañeda on a familiar level as they both loved speaking Spanish and got to do it on set even more now with each other as well as Genesis Rodriquez. (This was of course all pre-love on tour pre-harry as filming occurred in beginning of 2021.)

She plays Jayme and does not do a lot of the junket interviews as the others. I see her being close with them always checking in but with David and Genesis always keeping up to date with what they are up to. Make time for dinner and lunch when in the same city.

David's private life rivals Bel's and even goes as far a being more protective because no word about his relationships have ever come to light but that does not stop people from speculating. From his co-star Rita to Bel when they were spotted one time in Los Angeles grabbing breakfast back in March 2021.

Matthew Lopez a Latino screenwriter and in the process of directing his first film has a new screenplay he is working on. One that he sent directly to Bel and her people. Matthew told her he saw her as the lead and she was more than thrilled to accept. He told her he had a few options for her co-star and if she could do a few scenes with each. For the first few it went alright, and Matthew took Bel's feedback with open ears it wasn't until she got to read with David did Matthew actually get excited.

He saw how quick they were to draw energy from each other as well as how David improvised and Bel was quick to follow creating something no one was expecting.

It seemed right there and then that the story Matthew had endlessly been working on would be coming to life with these two amazing actors.

Bel is in New York working on a photo shoot for a magazine cover she will be starring in the following two months and is finishing it up when she gets a call from David and Genesis who are hanging out together in New York going for dinner later checking to see if Bel wanted to tag along. Of course she did.

She meets with them at the restaurant and is greeted with hugs. All happy to see each other again after a long time. Dinner is great, Genesis heads out first as her car arrives for her and David walks out with Bel as they wait on her ride. David would be walking back home. They would be chatting lost in their conversation that they don't realize when a fan spots them and shoots photos of them as they hug goodbye and he hold the door open as she gets in the car.

Two days later a leak of them staring in a film together in the next year spreads. The synopsis of a love story with Bel and David is too much for fans. To make it a little worse they are spotted by a paparazzi at a bookstore. There would be photos of her as he helped her pick out a few books and carried her bags. This would be what stays trending for hours on hours. Harry would see this and well with the time zone he couldn't just call you up, he'd have to wait for a decent time meaning he had to sit with this pit in his stomach for hours.

Thus where the story will pick up days before the Paris show....

[hekateinhell]

Now I want to hear your thoughts on Daniel obsessively reading TVL to learn about Armand 👀

Actually, the text does come through for once and tells us exactly what Daniel was thinking!

The first highlight I have gotten an incredible amount of mileage out of as a fanfic writer (Daniel being an expert on every detail of Armand's body, c'mon).

The second and third highlights are because I was thinking more about how awful Armand must've felt seeing his darkest secrets laid out as public fodder.

He'd stumbled out the cult Lestat destroyed and begged him to love him, revealing every awful thing about his trauma and his past in an attempt to convince him. And then to see it glorified in cheap entertainment for the whole world to see?

I also think about Armand would have never known Lestat loved him if he hadn't read TVL (Lestat says he knew he loved Armand before he first left Paris, and again before he takes his dirt nap some 150 years later). And I think that was also part of why Armand was so motivated to go that concert and find him.

I think about it all the time.