#I’m NEVER going to watch another movie or show with A&E’s or ANY of these writers names attached to it EVER AGAIN!

[steddielations]

Flight of Icarus lore dump part 2:

Part 1 | Character List

- Wayne has a green thumb. He reads Gardener’s Weekly magazine. It doesn’t say what he grows, but it says he buys vegetables from the store so I’m going to say that gruff old man Wayne has the prettiest petunias in the whole trailer park.

- Eddie sneaks into the Hawk with his best friend Ronnie to watch action movies and thinks Snake Plissken, Han Solo and Conan the Barbarian are cool.

- Eddie talks for hours about the intricacies of Elven politics in Tolkien.

- Eddie read comics as a kid and hid them all over the house "like a little squirrel" under the bed, behind the nightstand, under the rug. Wayne found his Uncanny X-Men in the freezer between stacks of tv dinners. Also, "Hellfire Club" comes from these X-Men comics.

- Floor time! There's a part where Eddie is literally just lying on his back on his bedroom floor counting down from a million. When Wayne comes home, Eddie army crawls on his belly to the doorway to see him.

- Eddie reads Gormenghast paperbacks, gothic fantasy novels. It mentions that Wayne saved them from the house fire along with Eddie’s guitar. It never says how/when Eddie originally got his guitar.

- Eddie says lots of cc’s original songs have D&D references. It's implied that he writes them. One is called “Fire Shroud” after a spell

- Eddie is called Freak King at school and Munson Junior or just Junior around town and he hates all of it

- Eddie talks about having anxiety a lot and it's implied he has had panic attacks in the past

- Eddie is the lead singer and guitarist of cc. He started the band with Ronnie specifically because it was required to participate in the school talent show.

- Neither Wayne or Al graduated high school. When Eddie (temporarily) drops out, Al celebrates.

- Eddie doesn't cook. He doesn't even own a spatula. The smell of cooking in their house actually shocks him and gives him a deep longing for family meals, which Al uses to manipulate him

- Eddie jokes about being into Saturday Night Fever and strikes the pose a couple times.

- Eddie knows how to hotwire and how to pick locks. Al taught him this at the age of ten. Eddie is "disgusted" with himself any time he does either of those things.

- Eddie "drives like a monster" when he's upset about something.

- Eddie smokes cigarettes occasionally. Weed is mentioned a lot in the book but it never says anything about Eddie smoking it or doing any drugs. He either doesn't smoke much or he hasn't tried anything yet in the book. Also, he’s just now meeting Rick. But It’s pretty clear after everything he went through why he would start

- There's lots of mentions of PBR and Bud Light. Though Eddie says he doesn't like to drink after his shifts at the Hideout (where he's a barback). He mostly drinks off-brand Big Buy soda in the book (he calls it "pop")

- Eddie's parents were married on March 12th, 1966. The date is inscribed on the bottle of their wedding wine. Eddie asks what kind it is and Al says they only had 'red or white' kind of money

- Al breaks out the wedding wine (to manipulate Eddie, you guessed it) it's red wine and Eddie really, really likes it

- Eddie went to War Zone with his dad for supplies for the truck heist (spike strips, coveralls, etc)

- Eddie's band played Exciter by Judas Priest at the talent show. The song was only approved because they emphasized the "priest"

- There was another (?) talent show in Winter of 1981 where Eddie's band played "Prowler" and they were kicked off stage halfway through because the song was considered Satanic, and the PTA visited all their parents for trying to convert everyone to Satanism.

- Eddie imagines hitting his dad twice. Once with a glass bottle and once with a metal wrench. (He should've- oops who said that)

- The only hug Eddie gets in the book is when his dad first comes back, Eddie knows it's the first step in his cycle of showing up, using Eddie and leaving, but Eddie still accepts the hug and feels guilty for enjoying it.

- It's implied Eddie gets close to tears a couple times in the book, but the only time they actually spring up is when his mom's favorite song (from Muddy Waters) comes on in the truck radio while Eddie is doing the heist with his dad and feeling awful about it. Eddie has several flashbacks of dancing with her to this song, it seems like his happiest memory that he always returns to.

- Whenever Eddie is doing what his dad wants (hotwiring, charming a person into their plans) he puts on what he calls his "best Al Munson smile" and he's terrified that it will eventually take over his whole face. There's a part at the end where Eddie is sitting in a jail cell and says "All I want to do is tear my face off. If a new one grows in it's place, maybe it'll make me a different person. Someone who isn't such a complete fuckup."

[lulunothulu]

“A Bullseye to the Heart” Ch. 9

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You call Jake to come pick you up from a crazy night out with Phoenix and Rooster and you say something you didn’t mean to say out loud.

Contents: drinking, an almost kiss, and FLUFF

Word count: 2k (ish)

A/N: I just wanna note while this is part of a series, you don’t have to go back and read the other chapters. This can be read alone. Okay ENJOY!!

Chapter 9

You had just taken your last shot for the night before Penny rang the bell for last call. You turn to Natasha and Bradley before smiling.

“Should we get one more shot?” You slur.

“I think you should call Bagman,” Nat smiles.

“Yeah, Seresin is gonna wanna pick you up,” Bradley tells you.

You groan but unlock your phone to find Jake’s contact and allow Bradley to give you a piggyback ride out the bar, Natasha hanging on the other side.

“I feel like a koala,” she mutters making you laugh hysterically.

“Hello?” Jake answers.

“Bagman!” You say into the phone as Bradley puts you and Nat down.

“What’s up, Bullseye?” Jake laughs.

“Can you come pick me up?” You ask. “Wait, do you guys need a ride too?”

“Nope,” Bradley smiles. “Baby On Board is coming for us.”

You gasp. “I love Bob!”

“Y/N?” You hear Jake say in your ear.

“Oh shit, I forgot you were here!” You laugh.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes, I have to drop someone off,” he tells you.

Your heart sinks at that. You’d been living with him for about five months or so and you’d never seen him on a date. Did he choose now to start dating someone?

“Oh, okay,” you respond, defeat in your voice.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“I’m fine. I’ll see you when you get here.”

You hang up and glance at Nat and Bradley who are now quiet and waiting for you to tell them what’s up.

“I’m pretty sure he was on a date,” you tell them.

“Does that bother you?” Nat asks. She’s the only one that knows how you feel about Jake, if Bradley found out he’d try to talk you out of the feelings.

“Nah,” you fake smile. “Just upset I might e stopped him from getting laid.”

Bradley shakes his head. “I don’t think you would be much of a cock block.”

A few minutes pass before Jake finally shows up, Bob had picked up Nat and Bradley a few minutes before. They wanted to wait with you, but you shooed them off.

“Heyooooo,” you slur when you climb into Jake’s truck.

“Hey yourself,” he smiles. “Did you have a good time?”

“Mhmm.” You sigh. “How was your night?”

“It was fine,” he tells you, beginning to drive. “I had Coyote over for a beer or two. That’s who I was dropping off, he got a little too plastered.”

Immediate relief fills your chest and you let out a sigh. “Oh.”

“Just in case you were wondering who was over,” he continues. “I wouldn’t bring any girls over by the way.”

“It’s fine if you do,” you tell him. “It’s your house.”

“No, it’s our house now.”

Right, you forgot that Jake insisted that you call his house yours as well. You didn’t expect to stay as long as you had, but after things with your ex, you couldn’t bear living alone.

When he finally parks the car in the driveway, he turns to you and asks, “Do I need to carry you up?”

“Noooope!” You cheerfully answer before hopping out of the car and skipping your way to the front door.

Jake follows close behind, worried you’re going to trip and hit your head on something. He opens the front door and you skip inside toward the kitchen and grab another beer from the door.

“Haven’t you had enough?” Jake laughs.

“I drank with Natasha and Bradley,” you shrug. “Now I drink with you.”

“Okay, but just one.”

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One turned into three and then three turned into five. Before Jake knew it, he was giggling with you as you watched the SpongeBob movie, a huge bowl of popcorn between the two of you.

“I cannot believe you haven’t seen this,” you tease.

“I was like fifteen when this came out.” He laughs.

“So was I and I went to the theater to watch it!”

Jake only smiles at you, this is a side of you he hasn’t seen before and he thinks he likes it. Not the drinking, but the relaxed and playful side of you.

“What’re you thinking?” He asks you.

He watches as your eyes fall on his, mild searching ensues as your eyes triangulate from his to his mouth and back to his eyes.

“I think you have pretty eyes,” you whisper.

“Do you?” He whispers back.

“Right now, they look kinda blue-green.”

“Are they?”

You nod, scooting closer to him and moving the bowl of popcorn to the floor.

“They’re the prettiest blue-green I’ve ever seen,” you whisper to yourself.

“Are they now?” He smiles.

“Shit,” you say, a blush creeping up your ears. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“What else do you think about me?” He urges. He likes hearing what you thought about his eyes, he can’t imagine what else you’d say.

“Like your kindness,” you tell him. “I feel like you only reserve it for me.”

Jake’s face was hurting from how hard he was smiling but he didn’t care. You thought he was kind.

“I do, actually,” he tells you, the alcohol making him courageous enough to tell you the truth. “You deserve all the kindness.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“What else do you like about me?” He asks, scooting even closer.

His thighs were burning by how close his were to you but he wouldn’t dare move them. His lips part when he watches your eyes flick down to them.

He really wanted to kiss you.

“I like how you smell,” you blurt.

Jake laughs and leans in close enough for him to expose his neck to your nose.

“What do I smell like?” He teases.

He feels you breathe on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. You press your nose to his neck and his eyes flutter closed.

He could get used to this.

You.

“You smell like…Jake, mixed with something sweet and clean,” he hears you say.

He pulls away a bit, facing you.

You’re inches away from him and he could easily just grab your head and pull you in. But he won’t. Not unless you asked him to.

And he really wanted you to.

“Can you do something for me?” You whisper.

“Anything,” he whispers back.

He watches as your flutter closed, blinking before you search his eyes. Something glimmers in your eyes and he can’t help but feel the excitement bubble up in his chest.

She’s so beautiful.

“Will you kiss me?” You ask, so quietly, Jake could barely hear it.

Music fills Jake’s ears, just like they do in romantic movies when the two main characters fall in love.

Yes, he watched those.

Delight and excitement courses through his veins, nothing like he’s ever felt before.

This was new and exciting.

Jake smiles down at you before nodding softly. He’s been waiting for this moment for the past few months, he wasn’t gonna fuck it up.

Except, as soon as his hands reach either side of your face, a phone rings.

Jumping, you pull away, almost sobering up and realizing what was about to happen and you turn around to grab your phone.

Jake’s heart was pounding, not in fear but in shock of what he was so close to doing. He had t been this close to a woman in almost two months and the celibacy was kinda killing him. Though if he had to wait longer for you, he would.

“Hello?” You answer.

Jake watches as your shocked and serious demeanor softens and lights up in laughter, making him smile.

“Bradley, if you wanted to come over with Nat you should’ve asked,” you laugh. He watches you pause, as you listen to Bradshaw.

Your eyes are glossy from the alcohol, cheeks slightly flushed. You’re chewing on your lower lip, your thumb guiding the lip back and forth. You feel his eyes on you so you flick to his and smile softly.

“Just tell Bob to drive you guys here. I’m sure Jake wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with you later,” you say, winking at Jake.

Jake only smiles, shaking his head in defeat because he knows Bradshaw would do it to piss him off.

“Okay so we’ll see you in a few?” You pause, smiling again. “Okay, okay, love you too.”

Did she just say she loved him?

“So I assume they’re coming over?” Jake asks you. He’s choosing to ignore that last line but his face was doing a bad job at hiding his feelings and he knew it.

“Yeah,” you say, growing a bit. “Hey, are you—”

“I’m great,” Jake says, standing from the couch. “I’ll get some snacks ready for them, I’m sure they’re gonna be hungry, especially Baby On Board.”

* * *

You watch as Jake pads into the kitchen, sighing to himself.

You couldn’t believe you almost kissed him. What were you thinking? If you would’ve kissed him, it would’ve made things weird and then you’d have to leave.

You almost ruined everything.

Though, had it happen you knew you would’ve been glad it did. And it looked like he wanted to.

Damn you Bradley.

Instead, you get up and walk to your room, passing the kitchen on the way. You glance into the kitchen to find Jake staring off into space and smiling before blinking and focusing on you.

A small smile lingered on his lips so you did the next best thing you thought would clear out the air.

You waved at him.

Jake chuckles and waves back causing you to chuckle and blow a kiss in his direction. His eyes widen and cheeks turn red before he turns away with a smile.

You to admit, that was adorable.

In your room, you change into some pajama shorts and the oversized Texas Longhorns t-shirt you forgot to give back to Jake along with some fuzzy socks. As you take your makeup off, you hear the doorbell ring followed by Bradley and Natasha’s voices echoing in the front hallway.

“Where’s my girl?” You hear Nat ask.

“She went to her room a bit ago. You should go check on her,” Jake tells her.

A few second later, Natasha is bounding into your room, a goofy smile on her face.

“Sooo,” she starts but stops when she sees what you’re wearing. “Wait, since when you you like the Longhorns? WAIT! IS THAT—”

You shush her before pulling her into your room and closing the door.

“Yes, it’s Jake’s,” you whisper. “Be quiet I have something to tell you.”

“You like him,” she deadpans. “I already knew that.”

“Not only that,” you drawl. “But we almost kissed.”

Natasha blinks, registering what you’ve just told her before she breaks out into a wide smile.

“Fucking finally,” she whisper yells. “Why didn’t you kiss?”

“Bradley called,” you respond.

“Oh, I know exactly how to get the ball rolling.”

When Natasha gives a devilish grin, you sigh. You knew what was coming.

“Please don’t say—”

“Spin the bottle.”

Next part!!!

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[cutecatlov3r]

kinktober: chastity~ shoyo hinata

synopsis: corrupting your pure friend . you gotta teach him the basics of course, he doesn’t know much, what better way to show him where to start by teaching him how to masturbate first ?

warnings/tw: aged up! corruption, masturbation, cum play, handjob, and porn with a plot(?) BONUS [twt links !]

the character ai bot that I made in honor of this: here

not proofread // posted early bc ily !

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“e-eh?! woah uh wait! i uh! no don’t-!” he protested, watching how your hand was trailing his thigh. you were rubbing little circles on his thighs under the cover. you and him were friends, you have been for awhile. of course you knew that he was a major ‘no sex’ sort of person. he invited you for a movie and now here you were trying to make a move on him. why wouldn’t you? he’s fucking hot.

“you know I don’t do those things! im waiting until marriage,” he continued, shaky breaths. he could feel himself crumbling underneath your touch. his face was flushed a dark red color.

“oh cmon! don’t be such a prude… look at how cute your cock is. sprung up so quick… as soon as I put my hand here,” you gave him and innocent smile.

he gulped slightly, shaking his head slowly, sinking into the couch you both were on. he was anxious, breathing quickly. he shut his eyes, balling his palm into a fist to feel his purity ring.

“no… I’m waiting until marriage,” he blushed.

you bit your lip slightly, seeing him so flustered made you so goddamn turned on. you wanted those same fingers inside of you, oh how erotic it would be for him to finger fuck you with his cute little purity ring on.

“shoyo please,” you hummed, hand trailing a bit more up. his cock twitched slightly, he winced at the sensitivity. “I’ll make you feel so good~” you teased, palming his pulsing dick.

he looked at you with pleading eyes. his mind said it was a bad idea… but his dick just needs her. he’s never been the type to give into any temptation, he wouldn’t even watch porn. but now that you’re in front of him, boobs squished against his arm, hand on his thigh, it made him rethink.

“let me show you how it feels to feel so good…” you whisper in his ear. he let out another shaky breath, looking over at you. your eyes were so seductive, he was drawn to them.

“no…”

“please shoyooo~” your voice sang slightly, fingers teasing the waist band of his shorts

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“show me…” he mumbled, looking away from her. it was way too embarrassing. he couldn’t even believe those words escaped his mouth. why did he feel so horny? why did he want to stick his dick inside of you. he wondered what it looked like, what it’d feel like… your gummy walls clinging onto his hard cock… the wetness… softness.

you smirk to yourself, grabbing his chin to face you. you wanted to see his cute little flushed face.

“how should I show you what to do? maybe you need to see what we’re gonna do soon huh? you ever watch porn?”

he blushed at your straightforward question, shaking his head ‘no’. you chuckle at his innocence. of course he hasn’t. you bet he probably hasn’t ever came from touching himself… he’s probably never even touched himself.

“ever… hmmmm touch yourself?” you asked in your cheerful voice.

once again he shook his head ‘no’. you looked at him, amused. so cute, so ready for you to corrupt his mind.

“such a bad idea…” he mumbled to himself. he couldn’t believe he agreed.

you pulled out your phone, going on Twitter, you scrolled through dozens of porn accounts searching for just the right video to show him. it would be his first time watching it so…

you click on this video.

you make him hold the phone, hand stroking his clothed, painfully hard cock. he watched, blushing, eyes staring on to the phone. the way the girl got fucked from behind… sucking on the guy’s dick afterward made his cock leak some precum. the girl was so eager for the man’s cum… maybe he wants that… but yet he still doesn’t know how.

as he watched, your hand rubbed his clothed cock up and down. you teased his leaking tip by putting just a finger on it. he whimpered slightly, still paying attention to the video.

“shoyo… let me see it” you giggle.

he looked at you with a small blush. why did you have to ask it like that? so embarrassing for him.

“okay…” he set the phone down, pulling down his shorts slowly. his hard dick hit his abdomen straight away, causing him to hiss at how sensitive he was.

his cock was pretty average, thick, a vein running on the left side, and slightly curved. not shaven, he never cared for those types of things because he didn’t think he’d ever be doing this sort of thing before marriage. his cock was almost tempting you with its pink flush on the tip to just hop on it and ride. he was embarrassed, looking at himself. the precum spilling out made him ashamed that he’s gotten this far with you.

you chuckled at his facial expression, grabbing your phone. you chose another video for him to watch.

ultimately you decided on this one.

you placed your phone back in one of his hands, guiding the other. his eyes were glued on to the phone, like an addict. the way he wasn’t giving the girl the time of day to catch her breath… he moved so fast, he bet that the guy’s cock was feeling so amazing.

you guided his hand to wrap around his own cock, pumping it. you couldn’t feel the soft flesh, giving him the opportunity to feel himself.

his breath was hitching, eyes off the phone. he felt weak. he didn’t mean to but his shaky hand dropped your phone on to the couch. the woman’s moans echoing off in the room.

he watched as you helped him rub himself. the way his thumb hit his tip here and there made him see stars. his back arched slightly when you started to move his hand faster.

you put a wad of spit on his twitching cock, making him moan. the spit spread over his dick and hand as he pumped, making him feel extra euphoria. he shut his eyes to chase his high.

he felt like he was gonna shoot something out soon. maybe it was that liquid that he sometimes saw when he woke up. he never understood why it happened but he never paid mind. he dug his nails into the couch, moaning and groaning.

“y/n… st-stop it’s too mu-“

“i stopped controlling your hand awhile ago,” you chuckle.

he looked down and saw that his own hand was pumping himself, shame throughout his body. but he didn’t want to pull away. he wanted to chase this high that was coming. he felt too alive, his hand was moving on its own, as if he had no control over it

you giggle to yourself, amused as you watched him masturbate. he was such a whiny and whimpering mess.

“god…! i can’t- im!” he whined, rubbing faster. as soon as he rubbed his dick faster, white splurges of his cum landed on to his stomach and a bit on the couch. he panted, looking at the white sticky substance.

you smile, grabbing his hand that had his cum. you licked it all clean, teasing his fingers as you shoved them down your throat.

his cock twitched at this action. the sensation of your saliva and tongue on his finger pads made him feel tingly.

your eyes were like a hungry lust demon… he was so fucked.

“we aren’t done yet shoyo,”

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[morgana-larkin]

Alright, after much research and knowing absolutely nothing about what I’m writing, I finally finished the fic. I’ll admit that I’m like the reader in this case and have absolutely no idea how the fuck to flirt. The fact that I’ve had 2 relationships is a miracle in itself. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’ll be doing your prompts next as I have just under 20 in my inbox. They’re mostly Melissa prompts but I do have a couple Chessy ones and 1 Agatha prompt.

The Art Of Flirting

Warnings: small amount of swearing

Words: 6k

You walk into the break room looking for Melissa. You walk a couple steps in and look around for the redhead only to realise she’s not there.

“Hey Barb, have you seen Melissa?” You ask her.

“Not since this morning dear. She might just be running late.” Barb tells you and you sigh and turn around to leave. As soon as you turn around you run right into the redhead herself and she places her hands on your waist to stabilise both of you.

“Hey hon, sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you.” She tells you and you just stare at her, frozen in fear and nervousness.

“Oh, uh, um, it’s-it’s alright. I- I got to go, see you later.” You tell her and bolt out of there.

Melissa watches you leave in confusion before she goes to sit down at the table with Barb.

You enter your classroom and immediately close the door. You put your hands over your eyes in embarrassment and sigh. You just made a complete fool out of yourself in front of Melissa as usual. But honestly, how could anyone act normal around her with how beautiful she is? It’s impossible. You developed a crush on her when you started as the new art teacher 5 months ago.

You go and sit at your desk and start another drawing of Melissa in your sketchbook, a sketchbook that’s full of drawings of her. Is it an obsession to have 100 different sketches of Melissa in different positions and places? Maybe borderline obsession.

After you finish the sketch of Melissa on her phone at the table in the break room, you put your sketchbook away and sit back in your seat. You really want to flirt with her to try and see if she’s interested in you or to let her know that you’re interested in her but there’s one problem with that plan, how the fuck do you flirt?

You get your phone out and decide to google it. It comes up with a bunch of different suggestions and you write down all the ones that come up the most on each website. You just conveniently scroll past the part where it says confidence is very attractive on women, it’s already been established that you have none in front of her. Alright now to put some of these to the test.

First thing on the list: make eye contact.

Watch out Melissa, I’m gonna eye contact the fuck out of you. You then cringe at your own thoughts and sigh.

After school you try and book it quickly to get to the other side of the school in time to walk with Melissa to your cars. You see her locking up her classroom by the time you get there and you walk up to her.

“H-hey Melissa.” You stutter out and she turns around and smiles when she sees it’s you.

“Hey Y/N. How was your day today?” She asks you as you both start walking to the parking lot.

“It-it was alright. How was yours?” You manage to get out.

“It was good, the students actually listened and they all behaved today.” She says and you can’t help but stare at her as she smiles. The point is to make eye contact but you stare at all of her. “Why are you staring?” She asks you.

“What? Me? Staring? Never.” You say with a small laugh and she looks at you confused for a second then just continues the walk to your cars.

“So any weekend plans?” She asks you.

“Umm, nope. I have a pretty boring life. A good weekend for me is curled up on the couch with a good book or a nice tv show or movie to watch.” You tell her while occasionally looking away.

“Hey, I find a night on the couch to be a pretty awesome night.” She says and you just stare at her the entire time.

‘Try to make eye contact, try to keep eye contact.’ Is constantly in your head.

“You’re staring again.” She says.

“I’m not staring… I’m just looking at you while you talk.”

“Hon, that’s called staring.” She states.

“No, it’s called listening while you talk.” You counter and she shakes her head at you with a smile.

“Whatever you say, hon.” She says as you both reach her car and she unlocks it. “See you tomorrow, good night.” She says and then goes to get in her car.

“Good night, Melissa.” You tell her before she closes her car door. You then walk to your car with a smile on your face. ‘I think that went pretty well.’

The next morning you walk into the break room and get your coffee ready. You then go to sit on the couch like you normally do but Melissa stops you.

“Hon, how about you sit with us this morning?” She asks and you look at her in shock. The Melissa Schemmenti, the woman who barely tolerates newbies, just asked you, a newbie, to sit at her table. You almost couldn’t believe it and you smile at her.

“Are you sure?” You ask her and she nods. “Alright, since you’re offering then sure.” You say and go sit on the chair next to her.

“Dear, the project you did with my class yesterday was amazing! My students couldn’t stop talking about it.” Barb told you and you smiled.

“Really? I’m so happy they loved it. And your kindergarteners are adorable.” You told her and Melissa was looking at you with a soft smile the entire time.

“My little eagles love your class as well. They always can’t wait and never want to come back.” Melissa joked with you and you both laughed.

When you both look up from laughing you lock eyes with each other and your breath hitches. Melissa goes back on her phone and you just keep staring at her, she was so beautiful.

“You’re staring again, hon.” Melissa suddenly says as she looks at you and you lock eyes with her again.

“I- I wasn’t staring at you.” You say, voice a bit higher than you intended and Melissa quirks an eyebrow at you.

You pull your phone out and take a look at the list. You think eye contact failed and should try the next thing.

Second thing on the list: compliment her.

‘Ok, I can do that. I always think she looks beautiful. Just have to vocalise it.’ You think and smile as you look up at her. You open your mouth to speak but at the same moment she looks at you and all words left your brain and you quickly shut your mouth.

“Were you gonna say something hon?” Melissa asks you.

“I was but then I literally blanked and forgot.” You say a little shyly and Melissa smiles and shakes her head.

2 hours later there’s a knock on your classroom door and you get up to go open it. You know exactly who’s there, it’s Melissa and her class.

“Hey Melissa!” You say cheerfully and she smiles at you.

“Hey hon, here to drop off the little eagles.” She says and you signal for her students to walk in the classroom. While the students walk in your classroom, you take a look at Melissa. She’s wearing the leather pants that you love on her, a red low cut top and her beautiful ginger locks flowing down to her chest.

“You look really good today.” You tell her and she looks up at you with a smile.

“Ya?” She asks and you nod. “You’ve seen me in this outfit before and you didn’t say anything then.” She tells you with a head tilt.

“Oh…uh, we-well you looked good then but I just didn’t say anything and-”

“Hon, I’m just teasing you, relax. Thank you for the compliment.” She tells you with a chuckle and your cheeks turn red from embarrassment.

The next day, Melissa walks in as you’re on the couch sketching a picture of her. You were really into the sketch that you didn’t register her entering or walking towards you.

“That’s a nice sketch of me.” She says and you jump at her being close to you and quickly close the sketchbook.

“MELISSA! Oh hi!” You say with a higher pitched voice and she giggles at your reaction.

“Can I see the sketch?” She asks as she sits down beside you. You nervously nod your head and then turn it to the correct page of the sketch, carefully to not let her see the other sketches of her, the 100 other sketches of her. You don’t want her to think you’re a stalker. You showed her the sketch and she looks at it with a smile for a few seconds. “This is really good, no wonder you’re an art teacher.” She tells you.

“Tha-thanks. It’s not finished and I didn’t have you posing, although neither did I ask your permission. I’m sorry.” You tell her and she waves you off.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m flattered you’d rather sketch me then someone else. And I’d be happy to pose for you.”

“Really?” You say, shocked.

“Yep, but I’d like to keep the sketch after.” She says and you immediately nod.

“Alright, deal.” You say and then you both shake on it. You should have thought through the idea of shaking hands with her cause as soon as your hands touched, you immediately don’t want to let go. Her hand was so soft and you like the way it feels in yours.

“Come to my place after school today if you’re free and you can sketch me then.” She offers and you immediately nod with a smile.

“I’m definitely free, I’ll be there.” You say and she smiles then gets up.

“Great, I’ll text you my address.” She says and then leans down and lowers her voice so no one else hears. “Oh and btw, you look really cute when you’re concentrating on your work.” She says with a wink, then goes to sit with Barb.

‘What the fuck just happened?’ You think and you might as well have error 404 written across your face cause you don’t move at all for a few seconds.

After school you’re heading to the parking lot when you get a text. It’s from Melissa and you can’t help the smile that formed on your face.

Melissa: Hey Y/N, here’s the address of my castle! Feel free to show up anytime between now and 6 😉

You: I’ll be there in an hour! Why between now and 6?

Melissa: to feed you dinner of course!

You: oh, you don’t need to do that

Melissa: I insist, and I gotta do something to pay you back for sketching me

You: you not being angry at me for sketching you without your permission is good enough for me

Melissa: any dietary restrictions?

You: I’m not getting out of this am I?

Melissa: nope 😉

You: no restrictions

You check the list on your phone for another flirting technique.

Third on the list: light touching

You show up at Melissa’s place an hour later and she opens the door and smiles when she sees it’s you.

“Hey hon.” She says and moves to the side to let you in.

“Hi Melissa.” You say and then take your shoes off before Melissa is guiding you to her couch with one hand on your back. When she put one hand on your back you froze for half a second and you hope she didn’t notice. “So what kind of sketch of yourself do you want?” You ask her once you both sit on the couch.

“Hm, how about me posing on the couch?” She says and you quirk an eyebrow as you flip to an empty page in your sketchbook.

“You’re not talking like titanic style are you?” You ask her and she chuckles.

“No, although maybe I’ll consider that in the future, I do have a great body.” She says and then winks at you. You sit there staring at her like a deer in the headlights, not knowing what to say. “You finished the sketch from earlier.” She says as you were on the page from your last sketch. You nod and then show her how it looks as it’s done. “Wow, you’re an amazing artist.” She says as she looks at it with a smile.

“Thank you.” You say as you look at her with a smile.

“Have you sketched any other teachers?” She suddenly asks as she looks up at you.

“Not in a while.” You say and she looks confused at you. “When I first started I sketched everything and everyone. I like sketching different things and people, and everything was new. I haven’t sketched the other teachers since Halloween.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Did you sketch everyone in their costumes?” She asks and you nod. “Can I see it?”

“It’s in another sketchbook.” You tell her and she gives you a little pout. “I can bring it in on Monday if you want.” You say quickly and a smile forms back on her face.

“I’d like that.” She says and you smile and nod at her.

“What other sketches do you have in this one?” She asks you and you suddenly feel nervous. You brought the sketchbook that’s full of sketches of her, a mistake on your part.

“I- I, it’s private.” You say and she looks at you confused but she lets it go.

“Alright, so what do you want to sketch? The one for me.” She says and you think about it.

“Well what do you normally do when you’re at home?” You ask her.

“I cook, grade stuff if I need to catch up, eat, watch tv. On the weekends though it’s different.” She says and you tilt your head. “Other than cooking, I do chores, visit family members, occasionally do something with Barb.” She says and you smile softly at her. Then you suddenly get an idea as you see how she’s sitting right now. She’s sitting on the couch with her body towards you, her left leg on the couch tucked under her body, with her left arm on the back of the couch and head resting on her hand.

“You know, how you are right now is perfect. It looks natural for you.” You tell her and she looks down at herself then back at you.

“You want me to stay as I am and just look at you?” She says and quirks an eyebrow.

“Well that’s if you want the drawing to be of you on the couch.” You say as you flip to an empty page in your sketchbook.

“That’s alright with me.” She says as you get one of the pencils you brought.

“Do you want to be smiling or just a natural look?” You ask her and she thinks about it for a second.

“Smiling.” She says.

“Do you mind smiling then? I’ll be doing your face first.” You tell her and she nods then does a smile.

You take a deep breath and then begin your sketch. In all your sketches of Melissa, you never have one where she’s posing for you. Having her look at you as you’re drawing her is very different.

“You can stop smiling now if you want.” You tell her as you finish her face. Melissa does stop smiling and just has a natural look now and starts a conversation with you as you continue the sketch.

“When did you start doing sketches?” She asks as you do the outline of her body.

“For as long as I remember. I was a shy kid and it was hard for me to make friends so I drew instead.” You tell her as you move to the side of the couch to sketch her full body. You get to the part where you’re sketching her chest and you can’t help but blush as you look at her chest.

“Why are you blushing?” She asks you.

“No reason, just um, not used to having someone look at me as I sketch them. Only my family ever did.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Well you’re beautiful when you blush.” She tells you and you immediately snap your head up at her and she winks at you. You blush even more but you go back to the sketch and try to calm your blush down. After half an hour, you finish the sketch and turn it around to show her.

“What do you think?” You ask her as she looks at it.

“It’s perfect.” She says and then you carefully ripe the page out and hand it to her. She reaches out and takes it and your hands brush together briefly and your breath hitches slightly as you feel her soft skin. She examines it more closely with a smile before she gets up. You put your stuff away as she hangs the drawing up on her fridge. You get up and follow her to the kitchen just as she’s putting food from a container on two plates. “I hope you like lasagna cause that’s the leftovers that I have.” She says and you smile at her.

“I’m positive I’ll love it. I’ve heard nothing but great things about your cooking.” You tell her and she smiles as she puts one of the plates in the microwave. “I really like your house, it’s very homey.” You tell her as you look around her kitchen.

“Thank you.” She says and puts the second plate in the microwave after taking the first one out.

“You’re the first person I’ve seen to have plastic on the couch though.” You tell her and she giggles a bit.

“My family is Italian and love wine. So when they come over I don’t want them to spill on the couch.” She says and you nod in understanding. “Come and eat.” She says as she takes the two plates over to her dining table. You take the first bite and the flavours explode in your mouth and you let out a small moan.

“Omg Melissa this is incredible.” You tell her with a smile.

“Thanks hon.” She says and then you both continue on with normal chatter until you leave. “I’ll see you on Monday, and don’t forget the sketchbook.” She says as you’re at her door, ready to leave.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget, see you on Monday Melissa.” You tell her and then you leave. Once you get home you take a deep breath and sit on the couch. You didn’t really flirt with her but you got to spend a lot of time with her alone and without interruptions. You smile at that thought and then go to find your filled sketchbooks and grab the one that you’re looking for to show her on Monday.

When Monday rolls around, you grab all your things and make your way to school. You walk into the break room and make a coffee. Melissa looks at you as you make a coffee and then invites you to sit next to her when you’re done.

“As promised, the sketchbook I used when I first got here.” You tell her and she smiles as you hand it to her. She gets you to scoot closer to her and you do it immediately and then she looks at the sketches you did. You have drawings in there of Abbott mostly, of the break room, some classrooms, the gym, the playground. Then she sees some of the teachers making their way into the drawings. She sees herself in a few of them, especially in the break room ones. You decide to put your flirting into action as she’s distracted and move your leg slightly so that your thigh is touching hers. You keep it there and she doesn’t say anything, she just asks you about some of your drawings and you happily explain them to her.

She then flips the page and she sees a drawing of a few kids in costumes and realises that she’s at Halloween. She looks at a few drawings and then gets one of just her in the break room, on her phone with a lollipop in her mouth. She looks at it with a smile and flips the page. She sees that it’s another sketch of her in her costume. It was after haunting baby Thanos and you were all sitting in the gym as the kids tired themselves out. You were all there but she sees that you only drew her. She flips the page and sees a picture of Draemond, the owner of charter schools, there with devil horns and she giggles.

She flips a few more pages and sees herself and Barb at their table in their Christmas clothing. She flips to the next page and it’s her with the read-a-thon medal and a huge smile on her face. She then gets to the end of the sketchbook and she hands it back to you. “Your sketches are amazing, hon.” She tells you and you take the sketchbook back with a blush. Melissa then goes to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you look at her. “There, it was getting in the way.” She says with a smile then goes to her phone. You go on your phone to check the list again as you don’t have a lot of reasons to touch her. Then it hits you, you never moved your thigh away from hers and she didn’t either. You glance down and sure enough your thighs are still touching and Melissa doesn’t seem to mind. You now look at the list to try and flirt some more with her.

Fourth on the list: Get her to talk about herself.

Ok this one seems easy, you can do this. “So Melissa.” You start and she looks at you with a smile. “What are you doing today with your students? Any activities or something fun?” You ask her and she thinks about it for a second before her eyes widen and she starts collecting her things.

“You just reminded me that I gotta get the classroom ready for a science project.” She says quickly and quickly walks out of the room. You sigh with a pout and Barb looks at you with a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry dear, one day she’ll notice your advances.” She tells you and your eyes widen as you look at her.

“Wha?” You ask her and she shakes her head with a smile.

“I know you like her, it’s no mystery.” She tells you and you put your head in your hands.

You pull your phone out for something to do and it’s still on the list and you’re about to close it when you read the next thing.

Fifth on the list: Go out of your way to be nice.

You have a perfect opportunity, you can help her set up her classroom. You say goodbye to Barb and then you head to Melissa’s classroom. Once you get there you see her frantically setting things up and you knock on the door. She looks up at you and she smiles at you before continuing setting up.

“Hey hon, I’m sorry that I left so quickly.” She tells you and you walk in.

“That’s alright, I just came over to see if I could help you.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Really?” She asks and you nod. “That would be great, hon.” She tells you and you walk over to grab some of the paper out of her hand. You think you have the perfect opportunity to double flirt, help her and get her to talk about herself.

“So what experiment are they doing today?” You ask her and she smiles.

“Volcanos. We’ve been learning about them so today we’re doing the baking soda and vinegar volcano.” She tells you excitedly.

“You seem more excited than the kids.” You joke with her and she giggles.

“It’s the most fun experiment of the year.” She says.

You shake your head at her before an idea pops in your head. “Hey, I got an idea but you can always say no.” You tell her and she looks at you and tilts her head. “Well you know how I have your class second period today?” You start and she nods her head. “How about we combine them. We can even decorate the volcanoes. I get bring over some art supplies and make a whole 2 hour experiment!” You tell her and you calm down when you finish the idea.

“That’s actually an amazing idea and I’d love to do that.” She says and you quirk your eyebrows.

“But…” You say and she shakes her head at you with a smile.

“No but, it sounds amazing and we should do it.” She tells you and you jump up and down.

“Omg! Ok, I’ll go grab some supplies and l’ll be right back!” You say excitedly and run out.

You return 5 minutes later, a few minutes before the bell rings with some painting supplies. You both continue setting up, including the art supplies and finish right as the bell rings. Melissa goes to greet her students as you stand at the front of the classroom and the students look around at the materials.

“Ms. Y/L/N, what are you doing here?” One of her students ask you.

“Me and Ms. Schemmenti will explain everything when everyone is settled in.” You tell them and they nod their head and take a seat.

“Alright my little eagles!” Melissa says and you shake your head at that, of course she includes the eagles in her teaching. “Today is volcano experiment day!” She says and the students begin to cheer. “And Ms. Y/L/N here is helping us with it. We’re combining our classes so we’ll have 2 hours to build and decorate our volcanoes.” She explains and all the students begin side chatter with someone beside them.

“And we can do a competition! The group with the best looking and best working volcano will have bragging rights for the day.” You tell them and they all cheer again. One of the students raise their hand and looks at you. “Yes Makayla?” You ask her.

“Does the best looking means that they have to look like a volcano?” She asks and you think about it.

“Hm, good question. I’m gonna say no. Just go crazy and make it look however you want it to look. And if you need any specific art supplies then let me know and I’ll go get it for you.” You tell everyone and they all have a big smile. “Anything to add Ms. Schemmenti?” You ask her as you look at her.

“Nope, I think it’s time we split into groups.” She tells them. You split the class into groups and they all get started on their volcanoes. “You know there’s extra supplies if you want to make a volcano together?” She asks you as you smile and then you both start constructing one. You both work on it and also help the students with theirs if they ask.

“So how should we decorate it?” You ask as you add some paper to the volcano but it didn’t stick.

“Here you didn’t add enough glue.” She says and stands behind you. She takes the piece of paper and dips it into the glue and then passes it to you and both stick the piece onto the volcano successfully. “I think it should be a black volcano with pink lava.” She says with a big smile and you shake your head and smile as well.

“I think we can make that happen.” You tell her and she beams. Once the paper dries then you set up the paint and you take turns painting parts of it. When Melissa finishes painting it completely black then you get the pink paint and a smaller paint brush. You begin painting lines on the volcano while she paints the top of it. Melissa gets the lava ready with extra baking soda as you’re using paint instead of food colouring which is heavier. Once everyone is done then you all test the volcanoes. The last one to test was yours and Melissa’s and it worked and started pouring out pink lava to which the whole class was in awe.

After they all get tested then you and Melissa quickly discuss who wins and then announce the best group. They all clap for the winning team and then you get everyone to help clean up.

“Thank you for today.” Melissa says as you both clean up your area. “This was a really fun idea.”

“It’s not a problem Melissa, and I had a lot of fun today as well.”

“We should combine our classes together more often.” She says and you smile at her.

“I would love that.” You tell her and then continue cleaning up before you had to leave for your third period class. You’re lucky you had a spare at the beginning of the day so you could do this project with her and her class.

At lunch you bump into her on the way to the break room and she starts laughing at how you look. “Did you get paint shot at you?” She asks through giggles.

“Something like that. The kids and I were having fun with the paint and they decided to attack me with paint. This is why I only use washable paint.” You say.

“Come here.” She tells you and she brings you to the sink in the break room. She gets paper towels and begins cleaning the paint off of your face. The rest of the crew walks in while Melissa is wiping the paint off your face and they all start laughing at your state.

“Dear, what on earth happened to you?” Barb asks as she tries not to laugh.

“Third graders wanted to have fun today with paint.” You tell everyone.

“And it seems you were their main target.” Melissa says and she starts giggling again while wiping near your mouth. She then starts wiping your mouth and you both freeze for a second and Melissa looks up into your eyes before looking back at your mouth and then goes back to wiping your mouth. “If it’s any consolation, you look like an art teacher.” She jokes with you and you both start laughing at the joke. Melissa finally gets all the paint off your face and neck and then you both start to have lunch.

“Thanks for getting all the paint off my face.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Not a problem, hon.” She says and then goes and explains to Barb the volcano project.

“Wow, it seems you two had a fun morning.” Barb tells you both and you both nod and Meliss turns to look at you.

“We did ya. I was already looking forward to the volcano project but you made it even better.” She tells you and you blush.

Once lunch ends then all the teachers go and collect their class, you on the other hand have a spare right now so you walk to your classroom and start to get it ready for Janine’s class that are coming next period. While getting it ready you begin to think of your plan of flirting with Melissa, it seems to be going well except that you’re barely doing anything. And then it hits you, Melissa is doing the flirting and you’ve been flirting back with her. She’s the one making eye contact with you, complimenting you, lightly touching you, getting you to talk about yourself and even helping you out. You facepalm as you didn’t even notice before, how oblivious are you?

At the end of the day, you’re sitting on the couch in the break room, finishing up a sketch. Teachers walk in and out quickly to get their lunch and then go home. Melissa walks in with Barb but then notices you on the couch, she says goodbye to Barb and then walks over to you and looks at your drawing. It’s another sketch of her, only it’s her painting the volcano.

“That sure was fun today.” She says from behind you and scares the shit out of you.

“OMG! MELISSA! Why do you keep scaring me like that?” You ask her and she starts laughing.

“Sorry hon, but it is funny.” She says as you pout. “Btw, that’s another sketch of me, I seem to be your favourite subject to sketch.” She tells you and you blush.

“Really? I didn’t even notice but I guess so.” You tell her, trying to cover up the fact that the sketchbook is full of sketches of her. You both start walking out when your book slips out of your hands and falls in front of her. The curiosity gets the better of Melissa as she looks at the sketches after picking it up. She’s able to get away from your attempts at getting the book back as you don’t want her to think you’re some sort of freak or stalker.

“I guess I really am your favourite subject.” She says as she flips through all the sketches, you’ve already given up your attempts and just lets her look. She finishes looking at them after a few minutes and gives it back to you. “I wouldn’t mind keeping some of those.” She says and you clutch the book close to you.

“Of-of course, you can keep a-any sketch you want.” You stutter out and she smiles at you.

“Why didn’t you want to show me your sketchbook before?” She asks you and you sigh.

“Because if you found out I have a sketchbook of just sketches of you then you might think I’m a freak or something.” You admit to her.

“Hon I don’t think you’re a freak for it. Many artists have something or someone that they love to sketch. I have a few artists in my family and they all tell me that.” She says and you look at her. You then remember your discovery a couple hours ago and you surge forward and kiss her. You could feel her being stunned at first and as you go to pull away she starts kissing you back. You both pull apart when air is needed and then you look at each other as you catch your breath. “Thank god, I was wondering if you liked me back for a month now. Which is why I started flirting with you.” She tells you and your jaw drops.

“You’ve been flirting with me for a month?” You ask her, completely stunned and she nods.

“How long do you think I’ve been flirting with you for?” She asks.

“For like a week. I mean that’s when I started flirting with you.” You tell her.

“You’ve been flirting with me?” She asks and looks taken aback.

“Ya, I guess unsuccessfully if your reaction is anything to go by.” You tell her and you both start giggling.

“You suck at flirting hon.” She tells you with a smile.

“I know, I literally googled how to flirt with women as a woman cause I have no idea how to flirt.” You admit and she laughs at that.

“You’re adorable but you're right, you have no idea how to flirt.” She tells you and you pout. She then kisses you again and this time you melt into the kiss, unaware of the trio and Barb watching you both from down the hall, all of them with a smile on their face.

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NSFW ALPHABET- CENTRAL CEE

If your a minor dni

Pairings: Central Cee x black fem reader

Genre: smut *doesn’t go into detail but it is mention

A/N: the reader of anything I write will be black or a woc unless said otherwise💗

A = Aftercare

One thing about Oakley is that he’s going to take care of you in any and every way he can.

“Shittt baby we’ve made a mess huh?”

You nod currently shocked on what you just spend the last couple of hours doing

“You stay here and I’ll run a hot bath to clean you up”

B = Body part

He loves every part of you. He loves kissing and sucking your lips when he can. But when it’s just you and him he can’t stop looking at your tits. It could be movie night and he’ll still something manage to get his hand under your shirt and suck your tits in awe.

C = Cum

When you haven’t seen each other in months just know he’s loaded and soon as he gets the chance to fuck you he’s gonna cum and cum lots.

D = Dirty Secret

As much as he doesn’t want to admit he likes to be overstimulated. He loves it when you dominate him. He sometimes forgets how high your sex drive is and when you’re riding him trying to reach your climax he’s wants to tap out so badly but the feeling of your wet insides tightening around him how could not go for another round.

E = Experience

You would joke around in the beginning of your relationship about him being a whore because of his high body count but you two first started fucking you we’re so grateful because he definitely knew what he was doing.

F = Favorite Position

Missionary can be a basic or boring to some but you can never go wrong with a classic right? He loves to watching you his dick disappear in you. He loves loving directly into your eyes while you take him whole. The body to body contact and the rough makeout session kills You everytime. You can’t focus one thing it’s the satisfaction from his speeding up his movement or the rough makeout session or holding eachothers hands tight as if one one of you is going to disappear or the loud moans and screams everytimes he hits that same spot.

G = Goofy

Oakley likes make jokes in bed. Only the lord knows why he does this. You could looking into his eyes while riding him and he begins to make silly faces.

“Oakley stop doing that it’s not funny”

“I’m sorry baby I’ll stop”

Or sometimes you’ll have a morning debrief in bed and he’ll start bussing out jokes

“Oakley you think you’re some fucking comedian”

“I’m retire for music be a joker instead”

H= Hair

He lovessss it when you get hair done especially in when you do long braids. Watching you tie up your hair before giving him head turns him on. He knows that your getting straight to business. But he also loves it when you pull his hair when he eats you out he knows that’s your way of telling him to keep going.

I = Intimacy

Oakley isn’t afraid of showing you intamacy. He doesn’t care are if he has to arouse you in public, eating you like your his meal, fingering you till you squirt or fucking you to sleep he’ll do it. He want to show you off and show you how grateful he is to have you.

J= Jerking Off

This isn’t something he likes to do often because he doesn’t feel like it satisfies his needs the way you do but if he hasn’t seen you in ages he’ll FaceTime you just for you to catch him jerk off.

K= Kink

Overstimulation and a big breeding kink. When he sees you around your siblings or your nephews and nieces he thinks about the long but process of making you become his own personal milf. Maybe nutting inside you a little deeper wouldn’t hurt.

L= Location

In terms of your flat there’s no where you haven’t done.

Shower Sex ✅

Bedroom ✅

Studio✅

Kitchen ✅

Occasionally he’d fuck you in the car those were of a fuck it moment. Compared to you Oakley likes keep his imitate in a private place where you wouldn’t mind on pushing a few boundaries to get what you want.

M = Motivation

When he’s had a rough day he loves that you’ll push your shyness away and initiate things to get him in a good mood.

N = Nudes

He was never one to send nudes until you two started dating. You two don’t use snap as much you used to butt when he’s miles away or just hasn’t given you the attention you usually crave why not send him a purple snap showing how much you miss him.

O = Oral

Oakley loves giving head the thought of waiting you squirm over his fingers turns him on. He loves watching scream his names he licks all the mess the youve made.

P = Pace

You love when his paces switched from slow and hard strokes to straight up r rated porn. When he speeds up the pace the grunts will let you know how close he is to destroying your insides.

Q = Quickies

He hates quickies even though you always make sure he comes in the end but he hates rushing something he loves doing with you. He sometimes feels you’re not fully satisfied because of how much you focus making him feel good.

R= Risk

Oakley’s breeding kink is fun and games until he’s running around trying to find if a pharmacy is open so he can buy you a plan b or if your two weeks late again.

S = Squirt

He didn’t know girls could squirt til he met you. He thought it was only in porn and that it was fake. Ever since he discovered you’re a squirter it’s become his mission to make you squirt every session he doesn’t mind change the sheets everyday.

T = Toy

Oakley was once against toys he didn’t see the point in you needing on. He thought he wasn’t doing a good job. After a little bit of persuasion and a lot of experimenting you now have a mini collection of toys he likes to use on you.

U = Unfair

Oakley likes to push your buttons and see how far can he tease you until you beg. Sometimes he’ll start mid foreplay and decide to stop because somewhere to be and you’ll have to finish off yourself.

V = Volume

Oakley loves to make you scream. He loves to rail you and cover your mouth and tell you your being too loud and then thrusts into you harder just to hear you grunt louder

W = Wet

He loves seeing how wet he makes you guys are away. The sights are you showing how wet and soaked you are turns him on so much.

X = X-Ray

You’re convinced Oakley’s into a bit of role play. He’s mentioned a few times about you dressing up I’m a sexy nurse costume and help him with his “headache”

Y = Yearning

Oakley might just be obsessed wit you. And if it’s quite ironic for two reasons 1) of his song 2) he’s never been the obsessive type. Toxic yes but obsessive no. But for you however, he can’t seem to get enough of you. He’s always yearning for love and affection.

Z = ZZZ

Right after a long session one think Oakley’s gonna do is sleep. After all that energy he had he’s too tired to shower he’d rather stay him bed with the love of his life.

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Here's another roundup of questions! I'm sorry if you don't see your question answered here. I tried answering as many as I could handle. Thank you all for reaching out :)

PERSONAL ASKS

Anon asked: I don’t know if this is too personal or not, but if you feel comfortable sharing, what prompted you to make a return after not posting at all for about 3 years?

A: That's okay, I don't mind you asking. To be honest, I just suffered from art block for a very long time. I couldn't get myself to draw no matter how hard I tried. I would sit myself down and try to force myself to do it, but I just couldn't. I don't know why it went away and I don't know why it came back, but suddenly my spark came back with a vengeance! I'm back to wanting to draw all the time! I think that's both the wonderful and awful thing about creativity: you can't force it. It sucks, but hopefully I can serve as proof to others who are going through it that you can spring back from it.

Anon asked: Hi E-vay! I couldn't help but notice a few Coraline references in some of your art work, are you a fan of the film too? By the way, Sonamy 4 eva!!

A: Yes I LOVE Coraline! I never read the book but I love the movie. It fills my spooky little heart and soul!

sonicalover1345 asked: Hey, quick question have you watched Hazbin Hotel Prime video? If you have what is or are your favorite characters?

A: I haven't yet! Honestly when the pilot first came out years ago, I didn't care for it. (I love Helluva Boss, did not care for Hazbin Hotel). But I've heard a million people recommending the series and I've heard the songs because of Tiktok and a lot of the songs sound great, so I have been meaning to check it out.

Anon asked: What is your favourite Tim burton movie? 🖤

A: I want to say Nightmare Before Christmas, but to be completely honest it's probably Mars Attacks! It's so campy and funny and it has that retro horror sci-fi film feel to it, and the cast rocks. It checks all the boxes for me. I even have a Mars Attacks! print hung up at my office at work:

wind-upbaby14 asked: Just curious but what happened to that hell hath series you made and why did you stop?

A: I went through a severe art block and hadn't drawn anything for a long time, even though I had the whole script for it written out. However since getting my mojo back, I've completely re-written the story and am working on it again. You'll see more of HHNF soon and I'm certain you'll like it better than it was meant to be originally!

Anon asked: I’m unsure if you’ve been asked this before, feel free to ignore if so but would you ever consider opening a Patreon? Y’know for earlier access and possibly spicy art🤔?

A: I did have a Patreon once upon a time, but it gave me severe imposter syndrome lol It put too much pressure on me to put out content that I thought was worthy enough for people to be paying for, so I ultimately closed it down. It doesn't mean I won't ever open it up again, but I don't have any immediate plans to do that. Also regarding the spice haha 😅 I appreciate your interest, but I just don't like to share that kind of content.

milangakokoros asked: I know you like sailor moon, I remember that you published a drawing that you did in 2007 somewhere, of Aurora sailor moon version. What other animes do you like? have you seen saint seiya? (it's my current hyperfixation)

A: I don't watch much anime anymore, but I used to be obsessed with Naruto. That's primarily what I would draw back in my dA days, but I lost interest in it a long time ago. I also loved Fruits Basket, Kill La Kill, One Punch Man and Attack on Titan. There are other shows I've watched, but those were the major series. I haven't seen the series you mentioned, sorry!

milangakokoros asked: Have you thought about making more games like the one you made on Halloween?

A: Absolutely! I don't know what the next game will be, but I definitely want to make more!

prophecyhyper asked: Do you post any of your drawings on any other sites?

A: I sometimes post my art on my Instagram and I sometimes post timelapses of my drawings on Tiktok, but I mostly post here on Tumblr!

aviles2003 asked: I've been meaning to ask you this about adaptations, what is your only favorite Video Game Movie you wanna see, already watched, and excited to see? (Sonic the Hedgehog Movies, The Super Mario Bros Movie, Detective Pikachu, Or Five Nights at Freddy's?)

A: So far my favorite game-movie adaptation is the Super Mario Bros movie! I love it so much! I love that they kept the style of the game but made it a little more polished than what you'd get in the games. I loved the characters, I loved all the references within it, I loved the music. I just think it's a perfect adaptation. Of course I'm super excited for Sonic 3! I'm sure it's going to be great, I'm just praying that Amy will be in it! I need her in it :( I'd love to see a movie adaptation of Dead Space. That's one of my favorite games and ooh I think it'd make such a good horror film. I know they made animated movies for it, but I want it done in a proper hollywood horror way!

edwinflores428 asked: E-vay, since you're also a Beatles enjoyer, did you hear the new Beatles song 'Now and Then'?

A: I didn't know about this until you mentioned this in my inbox. Wow that was emotional! I can't believe they were able to make a song out of an old unreleased recording and really get to finally get closure for their band in a way. Just incredible!

Anon asked: hey, i logged in after a long time and i was just happy to see you’re still posting. i’ve been following since the deviantart days and i just wanted to say how much i enjoy your art. it has always brought me a lot of joy :)

A: This isn't an ask, but I wanted to include it just so I could tell those of you who send these kinds of messages to my inbox: Thank you ❤️ I don't know if you all realize how much it means to me to have your support. Whether you're new to my work or whether you've followed me since my deviantART days, it absolutely makes my day when I receive these kind of wonderful, positive messages. My only wish is that you didn't feel you needed to write me anonymously so I could thank you personally! But I'll respect your privacy ❤️ From the bottom of my heart, thank you!

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MISC SONIC ASKS

Anon asked: I was wondering what your favourite brotherly head cannon would be between Sonic and Tails? :3

A: Even though Sonic's older and technically raised Tails, I love the idea of them sort of "raising each other." Sonic teaches Tails how to defend himself, how to navigate the world, how to do the right thing, but Tails is the one who teaches Sonic how to read and write, introduces him to philosophical discussions that Sonic finds really boring but actually helps him to be a better hero and be a better version of himself. I even like the idea of Tails being the one to teach Sonic how to play music. Sonic has a natural talent for it, but Tails is the one to teach him notes and chords, how to actually read sheet music, things like that.

umbrathehedgehog asked: Hey, I noticed that one piece about Sonic Prime. It's very nice! What did you like or not like about the show? Been seeing a lot of differing opinions on it and I'm really curious about what you thought!

A: Thanks so much! As a whole I'd say it was okay. It certainly wasn't the best Sonic media out there in my opinion but no way was it the worst. I understand it's a kid's show, but it was way too formulaic for me. It got to the point where I could pretty much bet "in 2 minutes Character A is going to seem like all is lost, then a loud explosion/sudden shake will happen, and they'll look up like 'whuAHHH???' and Character B will show up to help." That's fine, but not when it's happening multiple times every single episode. So to be honest, it wasn't a show that I looked forward to watching like I did with Sonic Boom. It was just something I had on because it was Sonic-related. But Sonic Prime had a lot of good character writing and the acting was great. They explored character relationships/dynamics and emotions that some other Sonic content hasn't done before, so I applaud them for that. It's mirroring what happened in Sonic Frontiers and I love that the franchise is willing to dig a little deeper on an emotional level like that. And I've said it before but I'll say it a million times more: Shadow was PERFECT! The positive of having Shadow portrayed so excellently far outweighed any negatives I could say for the show!

chrismantike asked: What’re your thoughts on longclaw (the owl from the sonic movie) does she exist in your AU as Sonic’s mom?

A: Well we didn't get to see very much of her, but I loved her design! She was very majestic and beautiful and kind. None of the characters or storyline from the live action movies are part of my AU.

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MY OCs/AU ASKS

Anon asked: So when’s did aurora learn that she could turn invisible? And did she use it to pull a prank on her parents making them think she disappeared

A: Aurora discovers her light abilities when she's young (think about preteen age), but she doesn't fully know what all she can do yet. It takes a lot of experimenting and studying with Uncle Tails to figure out everything she can do. He is the one who tells her that if she can bend light, she should be able to use it to cloak herself. Tails and Sonic obviously mean she should use it as a defensive move, but Aurora instantly thinks it's the perfect power for pranks! Picture a lot of objects "floating" around the house with a lot of phony "OooooOOoooOOOO" ghost noises haha

Anon asked: Is aurora a comic book fan? If so what’s her favorite series

A: Aurora can enjoy super hero related stuff, but she's not an avid fan of it and I would say she does not read comics. Aurora is more into fantasy/romance books. Ruff is the one who is into comic books :) His favorite would be Batman.

Anon asked: I love your idea of Aurora and Sage being close friends, I really think that fits! That being said, do you think Sage and CC would get along?

and gale-gentlepenguin asked: I’m curious on how Sage would interact with Aurora and CC? I know it would probably be seperate universes but it would be fun to see how Eggman’s daughter reacts to Sonics daughter and a sentient AI of equal intellect

A: Thank you! I've been thinking about it and I like the idea of Sage and CC being rivals, but in a very cheeky, friendly way. Sort of like Sonic and Knuckles. Sage and CC would make everything into a competition to see who can solve this problem fastest or who can simulate something best, to determine who is truly the more intelligent of the two AIs. But again, not in a toxic way. In a "I have to be the best version of myself in order to beat you because the respect I have for you is insanely high" kind of way. And Sage could playfully tease CC for wanting to become organic because it'd be a "step backwards" in her evolution, but really she'd work to find a way to help make CC's dream come true.

antooogamer asked: Hello, I already know why Diamond is white and Boon's color is for Aurora, but now I have a question about Cinder, why is he Orange? :^

A: Orange is in the same color family as red and pink, so I think it still works. As far as color theory, in my AU Aurora has a grandma who is yellow and Shadow's fur includes red, so by blending those colors you can get orange. It's the same reason why Nova is purple, it's a blend of colors from their lineage. I tried Cinder out in several different colors but orange is ultimately what fit him best.

animefan299110 asked: After seeing your artwork of Sage and Aurora interacting, I got to ask: Do they hang out a lot or is Sage like a cousin/big sister who visits all the time?

A: They're more like best friends than sisters/cousins. I know people draw Sage growing older and stuff but I personally headcanon that she'd stay in the form of a child because she feels no need to grow up. But once she's friends with Aurora, then I could see her "aging" up alongside Aurora so that she always matches her friend. It's just a headcanon of mine for now and that could ultimately change in the future.

Anon asked: Has Aurora ever been to space before if so what were her thoughts. Was she like markiplier with the whole space is so cool song.

A: Aurora DESPERATELY wants to go to space more than anything! But for most of her life she hardly ever left her home. It isn't until she's grown up that she actually starts to properly explore the world. Eventually I want her to go to space, but it would be once she's living on her own.

skywriter97 asked: So I saw this one fanart comic (that I can't remember the name of) forever ago and in it Shadow had his emblem tattooed on his arm and it made me wonder (since you the best Sonic fan artist hands down no contest) does Sonamy/Shadora (or any of your characters kn your Au) have any tats or piercings anywhere? If so, what and where? (If the fur doesn't get in the way for them lol) (Votes go to Shadow being a tatted and pierced edgelord cuz that would be so 🔥🔥🔥👌👌👌😍🤩😍🤩🤩😍🥵🥵🤤🤤🤌🤌🤌)

A: You are just so sweet, thank you! You know I'm very pro tats and I love seeing what people think the different Sonic characters would get. For my AU, I only have two (technically three) characters depicted with tattoos. Amy's dad Clay Rose has two tattoos on his bicep: A heart with his wife's name in it, and then a matching little heart with Amy's name in it. Adult Knuckles has a simple "M.E." tattooed on his bicep. It's a reference to Knuckles' theme and also his dedication to the Master Emerald. Lastly, I have the human version of Cinder (but only the human version) with forearm sleeves that continue down his hands. So far those are the only characters I have with tattoos. As far as piercings, most of my characters have ear piercings but they don't often wear earrings. Blitz and Lulu are the only characters who always wears earrings. I could see Shadow getting at least an ear pierced, but I headcanon that with his rapid healing that it would almost instantly close if he didn't actively wear a piercing at the time.

Anon asked: I totally hope that Piper will have a girlfriend! Do you see her more with a girl or a boy?

A: I currently see PIper as demiromantic. She is currently not interested in anyone romantically or physically, and I don't want to diminish that part of her identity by saying 'Oh but she'll eventually end up with __." Of course, a headcanon is whatever you want so if you personally ship her with a woman that's cool with me!

Anon asked: Hey evay, i was looking at this old info of Amy, and It says that she wans't always at home, did Aurora had any issue with that? Did some part of her childhood she could say that she had mother issues? (Sorry if you can't understand, my english it's terrible 💀)

A: Your English is excellent! I wouldn't go so far as to say Aurora had mother issues. Amy wasn't completely absent from Aurora's youth, she was just working a lot so she wasn't constantly at home the way Sonic was. It would have made things a little awkward/emotional at times because that naturally made Aurora favor Sonic a little more when she was younger, but that also made the times she did have with Amy all the more special. Aurora never thought to herself "My mom has abandoned me because she's never home," it was more of a "Work is stupid and being grown up is stupid because it means Mom can't stay home and play with me all day." Aurora and Amy grow a lot closer as Aurora gets older and better understands the meaning of responsibilities and commitment.

Anon asked: Hi hi! I'm kinda new in the Sonic fandom and I've seen lots of your comics and content so far (That are great!) The shadora refs of their kids are just so *chef kiss*, when I looked at it, I told myself: "Damn, I wanna make ref sheets this great for my characters too!" I love the fact that you called them an horde! xD And the angst with Shadow's immortality must be amazing! Uh I'm getting out of the subject ^^'' I wanted to ask you if you planned or did anything with Silver? I don't think I saw anything from you with him And another question, if no one asked this before, are any of Shadora's kiddos immortal too? Or maybe they're "half immortal"? Like, they live longer than everyone else but still has a shorter lifespan than their dad I love your work! Keep going! ^^ And have a wonderful day :D

A: Wow, that's so kind of you to say! Thank you so much! I hope you do make ref sheets for your characters :) I haven't planned anything with Silver for my AU yet. To be honest, I don't know his character very well and I try my best to always keep the original characters in-character, so that's why I haven't done anything with him yet. But I recently purchased the volumes of IDW comics and I'm hoping to understand him better and then I will be more confident writing him! Secondly, none of the Shadora horde are immortal. They have stronger immune systems so they can heal faster and are less likely to get sick than the average Mobian, but they are still mortal and still age at a normal rate. Thank you for the questions and compliments!

Anon asked: I love the Shadora babies sm !! My question is..What excactly happend in the fight between Diamond and Cinder? Love your art btw<3

A: Thank you so much! I need to make a comic about it. When they were young they were all exploring the different zones and Cinder was really struggling with some of the obstacles so he was already getting quite aggravated. Diamond noticed this and offered to help because some problems are better solved as a team, and Cinder immediately gets pissed and tells her to buzz off. She gets upset that he snaps at her, and there's some escalation between the two and finally Cinder blows up at her (literally). He immediately regrets it as he did not mean to hurt her, but the damage is already done.

degux asked: What would happen if Metal Sonic ( somehow :v ) met CC ?

A: Hmm. Well, even though Metal Sonic is based on Sonic, I love stories that involve him having an identity crisis and ultimately deciding that he's not just going to be a clone. He's his own entity, right? They're alike, but they're not the same. I don't know where he'd be on that self journey by the time he meets CC, but she'd definitely see him as his own person, not as a Sonic copy. But likely he'd still be an antagonist, so they'd end up having to battle lol

milangakokoros asked: does team chaotix exist in the Aurora universe? and have they interacted with the Rose family?

A: They definitely exist in my AU, but I haven't completely decided what their roles are yet. I can see Vector becoming Cream's stepdad (I'm not passionate about the VanillaXVector ship but I know it's practically canon), and then that leads me down a rabbit hole (pun intended) of how does that affect the dynamics of Team Chaotix? I have some rough ideas but I need to spend more time on it.

Anon asked: Have you thought about introducing Vector or Team chaotix in your sonamy and Aurora comics? :0 I picture him being "Uncle Stanley Pines" from Aurora and the Hyena Boys.

A: I had to add this question immediately after because your idea of Grunkle Stan made me laugh out loud! Oh my gosh I love that!

Anon asked: hola, tengo una pregunta. Hace mucho que no veia tu contenido y veo que estas de vuelta me alegro! :) Mi pregunta es aurora no tenia un hermano? Si no mal recuerdo creo que tenia uno y de ser asi el caso, el también tendria sus propias aventuras? Lo poco que recuerdo de el es que estaba en un dibujo tuyo de navidad con toda la familia sonamy junta y otro donde aurora lo abraza. Me gustaría saber que fue de el

A: ¡Gracias! The character you're referring to was an OC made by my friend Nana, a Sonamy fankid named Spazz. I sometimes drew him interacting with Aurora because my friend Nana and I just liked to draw our characters interacting, but Spazz is not a part of my AU. Nana is no longer on tumblr so that's why there aren't any Spazz art/comics anymore.

Anon asked: Does Sonic’s Uncle Chuck exist in your AU?

A: No I don't include the Archie comics or characters at all

⚠‼️THIS QUESTION MIGHT BE TRIGGERING. SKIP IF YOU NEED TO. TW: INFERTILITY ‼️⚠ Anon asked: Hi e-vay! I’ve recently re-read your ‘Boom Baby’ comic & was wonderin’ - especially with all their attempts - did Sonic or Amy, either one, stuggle with infertility? If so, did they ever have any doubts of that “I’m pregnant” moment ever happening?

A: Infertility is a very real issue that many people (including those very close in my life) deal with. Although I do think it's very important for people to be able to see their experiences reflected in the media they consume to help them remember that they aren't alone in their experience, this is not something I wanted Sonic and Amy to have to deal with for Boom!Baby. The chapter where Sonic references making multiple attempts during a certain window of time was not meant to imply that they were struggling with infertility. It was instead supposed to show that now that they've both decided they want a child, Amy doesn't want to take any chances to make sure it happens lol. TMI - Even without fertility issues, getting pregnant is not always guaranteed so it can take a lot of planning and timing (and frankly, luck) to be successful. Super TMI - I headcanon that Sonic and Amy are already intimate A LOT so now that they're trying for a baby it's above and beyond and that's why Sonic is tired in that chapter lol

fireghost234 asked: Hi this is my first time asking you!!!, does sonic in your AU still have his swordfighting skills from black knight?

A: Thank you for the question! Personally I don't think he'd retain those skills after that experience, so no that's not a trait he has in my AU anyway.

madysonisbae19 asked: Okay so I’m listing to the Encanto soundtrack and when Surface Pressure came on tell me why I instantly thought of Diamond singing this song when she is down about being physically the strongest out of her family.

A: That song (and character) is so her! Thank you for pointing that out to me, I'm going to associate that with her now 🥰

Anon asked: Did Aurora actually got bullied in school?

A: In my stories Mobians don't really go to "school," but yes she was bullied by a group of other kids when she was little. I have a script for a comic for this, I just haven't drawn it yet.

Anon asked: I think I'm pretty sure you based post-Boom to make your comics, but do you think Prime to becanon to your comic continuity too?

A: My AU is a fluid situation haha It adapts as more Sonic content comes out and I get to pick what I want to include. That's what makes AUs fun! Hmmm, ultimately I'm going to say no, I don't think Prime is canon to my stories.

Anon asked: Hi e-vay! Just wanted to ask, will we ever see what happened with Sonic and Amy's wedding in your AU? We've seen Amy's pregnancy with Aurora and their first date, so it seems like another natural relationship landmark to make a shenanigans-filled story out of! Also, keeping on the Sonamy wedding topic, what's their guestlist look like? Are there any surprises in who's getting an invite and who isn't?

A: I definitely have a sonamy wedding comic in the works :) It's going to be multi-chaptered. I would love to answer your other questions but I don't want to spoil the surprise! 😜

SHIPPING ASKS

Anon asked: Not to sound weird or anything, but does Sonic have a go to move that seduces Amy? 💙🩷

A: He simply ✨exists✨

Anon asked: Does Sonic ever dream about Amy?

A: I mean, I think so 😉

Anon asked: Hi e-vay! I had a question for you that I've been wanting to know about. If you read Harry Potter or watch the movies, don't you think that Harry and Ginny's relationship is similar to Sonic and Amy? I know this is kind of random, but it's like Harry is the hero, and Ginny was always in love with him, but their relationship slowly developed throughout the books, especially the 6th book. And that's how Sonic and Amy have been throughout the years

A: Hello! I have seen the movies and I read some of the books, but I don't know the series all that well. Actually, I don't remember Ginny being in the movies much at all, so I was a little confused when she and Harry ended up together. Maybe there was more to it in the books that I just never read. So if I'm going solely based on the movies I've seen, I can't say that I see the correlation. But that's not to say you're wrong in thinking that :)

aurorathehedge6 asked: What's your favorite Sonamy art that you made?

A: Definitely My Gal, specifically the last couple of chapters. I put my whole heart into that story and I'm pretty proud of it.

essycogany asked: Hi! First, I want to say that I LOVE your work! You’re so talented and I couldn’t appreciate your stuff enough. How are you feeling about the new Sonamy material from this and last year? Things are really starting to become more obvious as the years go on. Hope you’re doing well. 💖

A: Thank you so much! I hope you're doing well too :) UGH!!! 😩💙💖💙💖💙💖 We have been fed SO WELL lately! I can't believe it, what a time to be alive! I'm still sure they won't ever make it canon, but I love the sweet little snippets we get and just how much Sonic and Amy's relationship has evolved over the years to be so much closer. And I giggle like a little maniac every time they're on screen together or they're side by side in marketing. It makes my heart SING!

Anon asked: Are you still a fan of of the OT3 hedgies (Sonamyshad) and are still a fan of shadamy? Will we see any dribbles about them. Your art is so pretty 😍🤩 I just wanna see more 🤣😅 sorry if that embarrassing!

A: That's not embarrassing, that's crazy kind of you to say! Thank you! Yes I do still adore those ships and need to draw them more. It just seems every time I go to draw something my hand gets possessed by the ✨spirit of sonamy✨😂 I promise I'll draw the others at some point!

Anon asked: Are there any ships that you just… don’t get? Not dislike or hate or anything, just one that you fully don’t understand the appeal for…? Cause Metal Sonic and Amy is a ship that kinda baffles me. Like most Amy ships have some appeal. Sonic is obvious, you’re Ms. Sonamy after all. But Shads, Silver, Blaze, and even Surge have fun dynamics, and Metal doesn’t really strike me as a character that is able to be shipped effectively… Thoughts?

A: There definitely are ships that I don't understand. But if I don't understand or don't like a ship (or fan theories, or whatever), I'd rather just not talk about them. I used to indulge in that style of arguing discussion when I was a kid but I don't do that kind of stuff anymore. If I don't get something I just say "That's not for me" and move along. I do support the MetAmy ship myself but it's not at the top of my ship list (lol). I like it because Metal Sonic is based on Sonic, and if they're meant to be similar and I believe that Sonic does care about Amy, then that logic would tell me that Metal cares about Amy, too. And even though Metal is a villain, Amy does care about his well being (just like she cares about everyone's well being). Metal Sonic is also one of the main reasons Amy and Sonic met in the first place, so I think she holds a special place in her heart for him, even if it's not 100% romantic. That's my reasoning, but I don't want or expect you to change your opinion.

Anon asked: Will tails and CC ever get married?

A: Whoa now, I've never even drawn them on an official date yet ;)

Anon asked: What tv shows would sonic and amy watch together?

A: I think a lot of feel-good comedies like Brooklyn 99, Bob's Burgers, Modern Family and Schitt's Creek.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora*

Anon asked: What would Shadow and Aurora’s fave show be?

A: They don't have similar tastes in shows, but I could see them both enjoying Only Murders in the Building and cut throat competition cooking shows like Hell's Kitchen.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

gray3754 asked: How old would Amy and Sonic be when Aurora started to date shadow

A: I don't really do exact ages, but Sonic and Amy have Aurora roughly when they're in their mid-to-late 20s. So they would be in their mid-to-late 40s when Aurora and Shadow first meet.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

aurorathehedge6 asked: What's your favorite Shadora art that you made? Also have Sonic, Amy, Aurora, and Shadow ever been on a double date?

A: Hmm, I think my fav Shadora art is the comic where Shadow and Aurora discuss her "wings" (back quills). It started out as just a fluffy piece but I think it really set the tone for their relationship in my stories. As far as a double date -- I could see them trying a double date early on when Shadow first states his intention to date Aurora, but it doesn't go well. Years later when Sonic is more accepting of their relationship I could see them occasionally going out for lunch/dinner together instead of just their weekly family dinners at home.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

ticciticcicendy asked: I don't know if you do this question but has any of Aurora and shadows kids ever walked in on them?

A: Hahaha, Shadow is too savvy for that! He had the Shadora house built to essentially be a fortress, which also means the primary bedroom is practically a vault. Ain't nobody getting in there unexpectedly hahaha

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

lazypatrolpizzapersona asked: One question, is Aurora jealous when Shadow is with these girls?

A: I'm not sure what girls you are referring to? But Aurora is not a very jealous type.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don’t like Shadora

zero-aurion asked: Quick question, in terms of lap pillows, for Tails and CC and Shadow and Aurora, who rests their head on the others lap more?

A: CC doesn't need to rest, but Tails is so soft that she just loves to lay against him so she'd definitely use him for a lap pillow more. BONUS POINTS for using his tails as a shawl around her shoulders! Shadow is more likely to rest his head in Aurora's lap. The way she strokes his quills is very soothing and makes him feel content. She also has thick thighs so very, very comfy for lap pillows!

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Word Count: 4,870

Rating: E

Warning: wine drinking, swearing, breast play, some dry humping

Author's Note: happy thanksgiving! Now that it's passed I can officially say: Merry Christmas y'all! Timeline wise, this takes place between chapters six and seven.

Alice missed the days of elementary school when the last day before winter break was reserved for nostalgic movies, hot chocolate, and wearing your pajamas to school. Instead, students completed their end-of-term exams. Instead of relaxing, kicking up her feet and putting on a movie, she graded first periods’ exams during second, and so on and so on. Those who finished before the end of the period could read or study for another exam. 

Stevie approached her desk, and she looked up assuming he had a question about the exam. Instead, he handed her a small envelope and whispered so quietly she could hardly hear him, “Merry Christmas, Ms. Greene”. Stevie turned on his heels and returned to his desk.

Curiosity piqued, Alice examined the envelope. She would recognize Stevie’s handwriting, so she assumed it must be Laszlo who scrawled her name on the front of the envelope. Alice noted the fancy stationery: the thick off-white envelope with a red wax seal. 

It was a simple but elegant Christmas card depicting a winter scene. Before she read it, she looked at the gift card tucked inside. It was for her favorite coffee chain and $15, plenty for two drinks or a drink and a snack. Inside the card, Laszlo wrote a brief thank you, Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays. He signed, as well as Stevie. 

Stevie watched her open the card. Not wanting to distract any students or draw too much attention, Alice mouthed thank you to him. She wondered if any other of Stevie’s teachers received a card. When she checked her phone at lunch, Bits answered her question. 

Nice Christmas gifts from the good doc 🎄🎁 I’m assuming you’ll get more than a card from him? 😏😉

Alice chuckled, knowing all the innuendos Bitsy meant with a simple wink and smirk emoji combination. They made plans for Saturday when Stevie was supposed to be hanging out at a friend’s house.

Oh hush you 🤫A lady doesn’t kiss and tell

She went back to grading, worrying if the gifts she bought him were enough. Saying he was difficult to shop for felt like a lame excuse, but Alice couldn’t think of anything else to get him. Unless… well she supposed it was more of a purchase for her, but he would certainly appreciate it.

Laszlo deliberated for two days about what to cook for dinner. It was not his first time cooking for Alice, but it was his first time in his kitchen amongst all his tools and familiarity. The expectations were higher. He wanted to do something delicious for her, showing her how much he cared for her. Once decided, he went to the markets in the morning. It was his guilty pleasure. Laszlo enjoyed carefully perusing all his options and leisurely strolling around. He could never stick to a list; he always bought things he didn’t need but decided at the moment he wanted. 

He returned, carefully holding a brown paper grocery bag to his chest. Stevie stood over the stove, cooking a late-morning breakfast of eggs and toast. Laszlo had to tease him as he slipped into a winter break sleep schedule. 

“Good morning. Any later and I would tell you good afternoon.” 

“Ha ha,” Stevie laughed dryly. “I’ve never heard that one before.” 

Laszlo unpacked his groceries and handed a party-size bag of chips to Stevie. “For tonight,” Laszlo thought it rude to go to someone’s house emptyhanded. “Do you need a ride or is Jake picking you up?”

“He said he’d pick me up at like four, and then…” Stevie trailed off, but Laszlo waited expectedly. “I was going to ask you how late I could stay.”

Curfew was, Laszlo didn’t like to call it a debate, but a matter of discussion. On school nights Laszlo stuck to 9:30, wanting Stevie home at a reasonable time. On weekends, however, he was more flexible. So long as Stevie was transparent about his plans, telling him where he wanted to go and who he would be with, Laszlo was willing to adjust the time. 

Laszlo trusted Stevie and he had yet to disappoint him, but for emergencies and peace of mind, they had each other’s location shared on their phones. It went both ways, Laszlo could see if Stevie was at school, home, or a friend’s house, and Stevie could see if he was at the university, the Institute, the police station, or the courts. As a show of faith, Laszlo told him he would only check if he had a legitimate concern or cause. He had yet to check, knock on wood. 

And of course, if Laszlo coincidentally had plans with Alice the same night, then perhaps Stevie could stay with his friends a bit longer.

“That depends,” Laszlo huffed a sigh in thought, “Will he be dropping you off, or will I pick you up?” 

Stevie didn’t bother to plate his food or sit at the table. He stood at the counter, scooping the scrambled eggs onto a piece of sourdough toast with his wooden spoon. At least he didn’t create many dishes… Stevie answered with a mouthful, “He can drop me off.” 

Perfect. “How does eleven sound then? Take it as an early Christmas present.” Then Laszlo could enjoy more time with Alice. “And text me when you’re on your way back.” That way they had a reminder when she needed to leave. 

“Thanks!” Stevie was a quick eater, a result of his childhood, and already he finished his breakfast. After cleaning the few dishes he used, he went back to his room.

Alice pressed her lips into a thin line in focus. It was an unconscious habit as she piped details on gingerbread cookies in royal icing: delicate buttons to the little men, twinkling lights on the trees, and fine lines on the snowflakes. Flour and icing smeared her cheek and dusted her clothes, and she was sweating from the residual heat of the oven. 

The timer on her phone startled her, making her smear the line of the snowflake. She cursed and set the cookie aside. Alice didn’t want to give Laszlo an ugly cookie. And, she sighed while brushing away an errant lock of hair, she didn’t want to look like an ugly cookie either. The timer reminded her to step back and start getting ready.

After hearing Laszlo had no Christmas plans, other than little celebrations with Stevie since John and Sara were on a much-needed vacation, Alice wanted to make sure their night was perfect. She debated what to wear, settling on a red low-cut sweater and a tight skirt. Classic, but enticing, and she could show off one of her gifts for Laszlo.

***

Alice parked on the street and waited in her toasty car. It was her first time visiting Laszlo’s house. She pulled out her phone, and rather than text Laszlo that she arrived, she typed a message for Bitsy.

Oh shit. He’s rich rich 💰

Bitsy responded quickly. oh??? 👀👀That’s good because you need to marry rich you’re a teacher

She took a picture of the front of the brownstone house and sent it. That should tell Bitsy all she needed to know. Then, she texted Laszlo that she had arrived. Taking a deep breath in, she left the coziness of her car and braved the cold night air. 

The front door was off street level; it was up a set of stairs. Alice was careful, her hand gliding over the railing as she ascended them. The last thing she wanted was to slip on icy steps: embarrassing herself and ruining her hard work that afternoon or Laszlo’s gifts. Before she could knock on the old brass knocker or ring the decorative doorbell, Laszlo opened the door. 

He radiated warmth, and not just because of the heat escaping the house. Laszlo wore a white apron over his clothes, a lock of hair fell across his forehead, his sleeve was rolled up, and he smelled like the delicious food he cooked. It made Alice’s stomach growl and her heart flutter. 

“Please, come in. You can put your coat there,” he gestured to a coat rack in the corner of the vestibule and took the platter of cookies from her hands, “and I can take these to the kitchen.”

He had a vestibule and a foyer beyond that. Alice knew he had money, but she did not realize how much until she saw his home. She shed her coat, and she caught Laszlo’s eyes appreciating the neckline of her sweater just as she intended. 

“I’m afraid I haven’t quite finished, but please, feel free to wait in the parlor and nibble on the cheese board while I return downstairs.”

“Your kitchen is downstairs?” Alice almost asked “you have a parlor?” but that was a less pressing matter.

Laszlo chuckled. “Yes, it’s an old house, so the garage, kitchen, and ironically Stevie’s room are all street level. I promise I won’t be long.”

“Good,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I’m hungry and I’ll miss you.” 

His cheeks flushed, and he kissed her properly. “Then I won’t keep you waiting.” He disappeared down the stairs, readjusting the apron tied around his waist. Alice admired his ass as he left. 

Alice did as Laszlo suggested and wandered to the parlor. She nibbled on a cracker with brie and thinly sliced apple while she surveyed the room. A heavy, ornate fireplace warmed the room, and she relished its heat. Her sweater and skirt did little to keep her warm. Alice noticed there were no pictures on the mantle, just a television mounted on the wall. It was one of the fancy ones disguised as a landscape painting, complete with a gilded frame. 

Two bookshelves bookended the fireplace, and Alice skimmed through the titles. Some she recognized, like classic novels, whereas the psychological essays and journals were far from her realm of familiarity. Where did he find the time to read, she mused. A record player nestled in the corner, made to look like a vintage gramophone, filled the room with traditional Christmas music. Alice hummed along to the familiar song. Laszlo was a maximalist, filling his home with as much as he could in his eclectic style.

Alice heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so she went to the formal dining room. As she wondered how often Laszlo and Stevie ate there, he answered her silent question.

“We rarely use it, but I wanted tonight to be special.” 

“Please, let me help you,” she offered. Laszlo held a heavy tray laden with plates and bowls with one hand.

“There’s no need,” he insisted, setting it on the table.  “It’s part of why we don’t use the dining room very often.”

“I can imagine, but it looks lovely, Laszlo.” He dressed up the space with formal dinnerware and linens. He lit a candelabra on the table, and pitchers of water and bottles of wine waited to be poured. 

“Thank you.” He blushed again, clearly unused to praise. Alice wanted to make the tinge of pink darker. 

“You’ve put in so much effort, and I appreciate it. You’ve made tonight special and memorable, and we’ve barely begun.” 

Laszlo returned downstairs for the rest of the meal, and Alice stole a glance at what he brought up already. A basket of dinner rolls, small bowls of soup, and salads. This was meant to be the appetizer, and she wondered eagerly what the main course could be. With perfect timing, he brought the entrée: roasted vegetables, seared duck breast with a red wine sauce, and creamy mashed potatoes. 

Once everything was settled on the table, Laszlo could settle himself. He removed his apron revealing a white button-up and a Christmas-themed waistcoat: dark green with white detailing and gold buttons. Laszlo pulled out her seat for her, and then he poured them both a glass of water and a glass of red wine.  

“Please, enjoy. There’s plenty.” He offered her the basket of warm dinner rolls glistening with butter.

Laszlo was an excellent cook, and she was excited to try it. He waited until she tasted it and smiled before he ate anything.  

Over dinner, they reminisced on past Christmases: best presents, worst presents, family drama, vacations. Alice thought long and hard about the best present she ever received and decided it must have been when she got a Barbie dreamhouse. She knew what it was as soon as she saw the gigantic wrapped box by the tree, but her parents made her wait until the end to unwrap it. Laszlo smiled saying he had something similar happen when his parents bought the baby grand piano for the parlor.

“Do you play?” She noticed it, but the keys were covered and the music books were nowhere in sight. If he did, he left no clues. 

“No,” he frowned, “not since I was a young boy.”

Alice didn’t want to upset him, so she did not press it. She found it odd since he was the one who mentioned the piano, to begin with, but this was a happy night. From then on, Laszlo was more inclined to listen to her than share his memories. 

Alice insisted upon helping him clean up after the meal, and Laszlo found it hard to refuse her. He enjoyed simply being near her, and he admitted it was easier with an extra set of hands. Laszlo rinsed the dishes from dinner while Alice unloaded the dishwasher. 

“I wasn’t sure about making Christmas cookies,” Alice confessed.

Laszlo raised an eyebrow in playful alarm. “Why ever not? Your cookies are delectable.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m a one trick pony. You’ve had my cookies before at open house and the conferences, so I thought I should show you something new.”

“But they’re delicious, and I presume gingerbread to fit the season. I’ve not tasted those.”

“Which is why I went with it. You can really only do gingerbread this time of year. But I think next time, I’ll make something totally different.”

“I look forward to it.” Since his hands were covered with soapy water, he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Speaking of dessert, do you want it now or do you want to wait?”

Alice smirked. “Well, if dessert is a real kiss, I want it now.” 

How could he refuse? Laszlo kissed her again, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Alice pinned him against the counter, and since her hands were dry she ran them through his hair and rested them at the back of his neck. Laszlo leaned into her touch.

Abruptly, Alice ended their kiss. She stayed close to him, pressed to him. “But if dessert is the cookies, they can wait until we’re watching a movie on the couch.” Laszlo hardly understood what she said. He was too distracted by the way Alice kissed him. She giggled, clearly amused by his love-drunk expression, and smiled. “Come on,” she teased, “let’s finish this up.” Laszlo did not need any more encouragement. 

***

They set out all their gifts on the coffee table along with the platter of cookies and two mugs of hot chocolate. Laszlo insisted on preparing it for them, his recipe using dark chocolate and rich milk to create the most decadent drink. Stevie preferred the instant Swiss Miss powder, no doubt due to his unrefined palette, and Alice surprised Laszlo by asking for a sprinkle of cinnamon and nutmeg. Curious, he had to try it for himself.

Alice shivered once on the couch, so Laszlo found the red knit blanket he kept in the living room and draped it over her shoulders. She looked comfortable like she belonged there.

“Can I go first?” Alice volunteered, “My gifts for you require a little bit of explanation.”

“Well now you must. You’ve piqued my curiosity.”

She handed him one slim box, one wrapped present that could only be a book by its shape and size, and a flat, rectangular box. All were wrapped in delicate blue and white snowflake wrapping paper and finished with silver bows. Laszlo reached for the smallest box first. He tore the paper at the tape and lifted the lid from the box. It was a black and gold fountain pen, weighted in his hand.

“It’s supposed to be smear proof. All the reviews said it was left hand certified.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you.” He reached for the book next, sliding his thumb under the edge of the wrapping paper. It was a well-read, well-loved paperback copy of her favorite book. Laszlo glanced at her before skimming through the pages. 

“We talked about books before, and how a person’s favorite book can tell you a lot about them, so I thought I would give you my favorite filled with all my thoughts and annotations.” It was a deeply personable gift. Laszlo was shocked, and he immediately tried to give it back to her. “I already bought myself another copy, please, keep it.”

The final present was a rich golden-colored cable knit sweater. Laszlo held it up, modeling what it would look like, and he saw her eyes light up. He would have to wear more gold…

“I had to guess your size, so I put the receipt in the box in case you need to return it or exchange it. But I thought the gold would suit you, and I see I was right.”

“Thank you, darling.” He kissed her cheek again. Laszlo enjoyed seeing her cheeks flush whenever he did. “It’s all so thoughtful.”

“Technically,” Alice said with a sly grin, “there’s one more gift, but you’ll have to wait to unwrap it.”

“Oh?” Laszlo checked the coffee table wondering how he missed it. Alice nodded, removed the blanket from her shoulders, and sat up straight, pushing her plentiful chest out. “Oh!”

Intentionally, her sweater slipped off her shoulder exposing a touch of lace. His eyes followed the movement. “It’s more of an investment, I think, but mutually beneficial.”

“Certainly,” he agreed, unconsciously licking his lips. 

“But not yet.” Alice fixed her sweater and re-wrapped the blanket. Laszlo blinked twice, refocusing on the moment. She knew how to tease him, draw him in, and turn his head all around. It was maddening and enthralling. He thought carefully about the order in which to give his gifts to her. Start small.

“The poinsettias on the table are yours to keep, so long as you keep them away from Georgie. I read they’re not good for cats, so put them somewhere high and out of reach for him.”

“They’re gorgeous, Laszlo, and I appreciate the research. All the other flowers you’ve given me have been Georgie safe, so I’ll have to find somewhere special for these.”

Next was a little gift bag filled with imported German chocolates, the best in his opinion, and cat treats for Georgie. Treats for both of them, he explained, with a sheepish smile at the pun. These were all small gifts, trivial really, but they all brought a smile to her face. It was time to step it up. He handed her a slim, unmarked envelope with two tickets to the Nutcracker, on Christmas Eve no less. 

Alice’s eyes glittered. “I thought this had been sold out for months! How did you get these?”

“I have a box, so I get the first pick of any tickets…” he trailed off. He always bought at least two tickets. In years past, he would take John, Stevie, or John and Sara and play the third wheel. This year, Laszlo would have a date. 

“Fuck off,” Alice said indelicately, but still alluringly to him. “You have a box?”

“I do,” he snickered, “It was my family’s before it became mine.”

“That’s incredible.” She still held the tickets in her hand, looking them over and over. His eyes met hers, a silent question. What are you thinking? “Honestly, I’m trying to think if I have an outfit worthy of this.”

“Whatever you wear, I’m sure it will be divine, and I hope you pair it with this.” He slid his final present over to her: a small jewelry box. 

Tentatively, she set the tickets down and picked up the box. It wasn’t wrapped; Laszlo thought the black velvet spoke for itself. Now he feared it was too much too soon. Jewelry set certain expectations. It announced intention. 

“Oh, Laszlo.” Her thumb rubbed along the edge of the box, and she tilted the necklace and earrings toward the light. “It’s- I don’t know what to say other than thank you.” Alice’s wide eyes met his, and he thought he saw the shadow of a tear.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” The troublesome tear slipped down her cheek when he asked, and more threatened to follow. Given the nature of his work, Laszlo was accustomed to tears, but he did not know what to do when Alice cried.

“You’ve done so much and given me such wonderful gifts,” she tried to steady her voice but was unsuccessful, “and I’m worried I didn’t do enough.”

“Don’t say that,” he rushed to assure her. In the unspoken silence, Laszlo sensed her true fear was that she wasn’t enough. He struggled for words, so he took her hand in his and squeezed it. “You have given me plenty.”

Alice smiled, tears still in her eyes, and nodded to herself. “Thank you, Laszlo, just-” she paused again, registering her hand in his, “Thank you.”

After Alice dried her tears, embarrassed she cried but comforted by Laszlo’s words, they dimmed the lights and turned on a movie. All playful bickering about what to watch stopped when Alice spotted an old stop-motion classic about the year without Santa Claus. She had not seen it in years, but she vividly remembered the song with heat miser and snow miser. Laszlo chuckled and indulged her, selecting the movie and letting the opening credits play. 

She cuddled up next to Laszlo, his arm across her shoulders, and she shared her blanket with him. Alice leaned her head on his chest, and he rested his chin at the top of her head. She was comforted by his slow and steady breathing. Laszlo was a rock: steady and reliable under her. 

Both their hands wandered, appreciative and lingering touches, until the movie was forgotten and Laszlo encouraged her to sit on his lap. Alice hesitated, biting her tongue at a quip about being more than he could handle, but he was insistent and unflinching. She straddled his lap, her already short skirt rising up even further, teasing him with the tops of her thighs. 

“There you are,” Laszlo crooned. He looked less perfect and more like a person. Toussled hair, pink cheeks, sly smile. Alice adored him like this. His hand circled her waist and pulled her closer, eliminating any space between them. His kiss tasted of their drink, rich chocolate with a touch of spice. Alice melted into his touch. Laszlo panted, whining into her mouth as he felt her chest pressing against him.

His hand slipped under the knit of her red sweater and traced the skin underneath. His fingers danced over the clasp of her new bra, her gift just for him to unwrap, asking her permission before advancing any further. She broke their kiss and nodded, a quiet “I want this” escaping her lips. Laszlo needed no more encouragement, and he deftly undid the clasp. She pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it aside. Her nipples pebbled in the sudden chill, and Laszlo was quick to latch himself to her. 

He took one into his mouth, lavishing it with attention, while he cupped her other breast with his hand. Laszlo did not want it to feel unappreciated as he nipped, licked, and pinched. Alice moaned his name and wriggled her hips against him, craving more in the heady heat of the moment. “I want to see you,” she huffed. 

Laszlo paused and drew back. A trail of saliva connected them, and Alice brushed it away with her thumb. “I’m all yours,” he murmured.

Alice hastily unfastened the buttons on his waistcoat and shirt, cursing him for wearing so many layers, but grateful for them too. Laszlo looked good in his layers, coordinated and well-put-together, but she wanted to see underneath his careful clothing choices.  Alice feasted her eyes on a broad chest, dusted with coarse hair and fine freckles, leading down to his soft stomach. Laszlo tipped his head back and groaned when she trailed her hand down his chest.

“Much better.” Pleased, Alice touched Laszlo’s chin and brought his attention back. His eyes were hazy, as if he’d drunk more than a glass of wine, as he studied her form. Laszlo ran an appreciative hand across her body: cupping her breast, holding her waist, and resting on her ass. He kissed her again, his lips wandering from her lips to her jaw, and her collarbone. 

“Laszlo, I-” His phone, forgotten on the coffee table, rang and interrupted her. She turned, glancing at the caller ID, and handed it to him. “It’s Stevie, he’s probably on his way home.”

Laszlo answered and held the phone to his ear. Alice was somewhat relieved he called. She wasn’t sure how much further they were going to go, and she was nervous to broach the topic. This was a natural end to the evening. When she went to move off his lap, he held her there with his right hand. Not firmly, but the surprising and warm touch was enough to keep her there. She slipped her hand over his.

Alice waited until he hung up to speak. “I think it’s time for me to go, Las.” 

“Please, darling, five more minutes.” His hips ground against hers, and his voice was as enticingly sweet as honey. 

“Five minutes, my final Christmas present for you,” she teased.

His lips reattached to hers, and his hand groped her breast. Her hips continued above him, and Laszlo followed every one of her movements. 

Hindered by Laszlo’s request, but hastened by his assistance to redress, Alice left without issue. She promised to text him when she arrived home safe and sound, and he reminded her what time they would leave for the Nutcracker. Laszlo waited for Stevie to return in the kitchen, hoping to ask about his evening before locking the front door and going to bed. 

“Hey,” Stevie entered through the more hidden ground-level door that connected through the garage. He preferred the direct access rather than messing with the front door. It was part of why he chose to live downstairs.

“How was it?” 

“Good,” he shrugged, “Caleb got a new game for us to play, so it took a while to figure out the rules, but it was fun.”

“Did they enjoy the chips?”

“Yeah, yeah, they did.” Stevie glanced at the sink, empty apart from two mugs of hot chocolate. “How was your evening?” 

One mug was still smeared with lipstick, and panic shot through Laszlo. Did he have any of her lipstick on his face? He wished he checked a mirror instead of presuming he looked okay. Laszlo flustered, thinking on the spot.

“Fine. Some people from the psychology department came over for dinner, part of a new tradition they’re trying to start.”

Stevie poured himself a glass of water and stood in front of the fridge. “That’s cool. Any leftovers? ”

“What? They didn’t feed you over there?” Laszlo chuckled, relieved by the change in subject.

“They did, but I’m still hungry. Growing boy and all.” Stevie ate a dinner roll without bothering to microwave it. 

Laszlo rolled his eyes. Ah, the youth. “Goodnight, and don’t forget to lock up.”

“Already did.”

Laszlo meant it when he said, “Good kid.”

***

Two days later, Laszlo picked Alice up from her apartment with a bouquet of pale pink roses. She wore a simple, elegant black dress and shawl. Underneath her silver shawl, Laszlo spotted the simple necklace he gave her and more than one purple hickey. He felt a sense of satisfaction seeing his work.

They arrived early to the theater and worked slowly through the crowds. People acknowledged him — former clients or students — and he stopped for a moment to chat with some of them. His chest puffed up with pride, talking to them with a woman as wonderful as Alice on his arm. She shimmered under the chandeliers.

Finally, Laszlo brought her to his box on the upper level. Alice whispered in his ear she always wondered what the view from the boxes was like rather than general admission. Laszlo promised to take her to more shows in the coming year. They enjoyed the show, her hand clasped in his, and her shawl slipping off her shoulders.

Laszlo asked if she was hungry, too, when they left the theater. Sheepishly, Alice confessed she was. He swung by a fast-food joint, one of the only things open at the late hour on Christmas Eve, and ordered fries and milkshakes. After their midnight snack, they made out like teenagers in the front seat. It was a complete contrast to the formality of their evening, but it was the perfect way to end the night.

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Portrait of a Lady

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Ch 4. And four wax candles in the darkened room, Rating: E WC: Tags: Lovecraftian Monster(s), Human/Monster Romance, Oviposition, Tentacle Sex, Cancer Ship: Harding Hooten/Reader Disc: You'd met Harding elsewhere, even though you'd never talked for more than a few minuets. When you'd stopped into his emergency room, when you'd visited Chelsea, you found yourself looking at a man you'd known only in passing heading your care. He'd led you through tumultuous questions, opened up as easily as any of the surgeons could open up a person. Somehow, you'd been drawn to Harding, and he was willing to take you up on your offer.

“Just tonight, a movie in.” Harding’s offer wasn’t a normal offer; staying in would normally begin with dinner, move to a card game, and would find a way to end physically. Very rarely, it would even end productively. Whatever the night would bring, staying in rarely stayed just on the sofa. 

“Fine, but we’re getting candy and popcorn.” 

“Just that?” 

“And some overly processed butter topping. Something that doesn’t cost more than the change in the sofa.” 

“A topping that would clog every artery, is it?” 

“At least.” The common conversation really drove home the change in your relationship. Harding wouldn't have even considered such a choice for a movie months ago, but even he was in a good mood. Without allowing your hesitation to take over for you, you proceeded to lean up to Harding, and kiss him gently on the lips. His hand moved from resting on your lower back to sliding up to your cheek, thumb once more brushing against your cheek, soaking in the moment of just connection. The thoughts of picking out candy and toppings, movies or genre were far from your mind right then. 

It was hard to focus on anything when his hand was so soft on you, much less what movie you were going to attempt to see. 

"Do you have any idea what you'd like?" 

"You." The unthinking answer filtered from your lips before you could stop it. His laugh was gentle, well meaning. "Your pick," you tried to cover your ass with, already knowing it was futile. His thumb brushed against your cheek once more, just admiring what you looked like in your flushed state. 

“I have an idea.”

Honestly, you weren’t sure just what it was that made it so hard to watch the movie. Sure, you had your tendencies to daydream about the creatures beyond your ability to see, who didn’t? But it wasn’t as though Harding could have picked this movie with that knowledge. You watched as Eliza and the Amphibian Man fell for each other, learning a world more intimate than you’d ever seen in love before. You weren’t sure if it was the skill of the actors or the director, but it certainly didn’t take long for you to be sucked into the world of a new creature, something other than human, offering this human woman something more, a deeper love than she’d have ever hoped for. 

Harding’s arm wrapped around you, pulling you close when your eyes would get misty, his chest vibrating when you’d both laugh. Under his arm, you felt safe and secure, you felt as though nothing would happen. You ended up sinking further into his arms, not quite falling asleep, but relaxing so deeply any horror that might have provoked another just guided you to lay your head closer to Harding’s. 

When the final frame flashed across the screen, you’d found yourself much more comfortable than before. Your legs had been pulled onto Harding’s lap at some point, and his arm was layered over your back. You were comfortable under his arm, and when his head turned, his lips brushed against your hair. 

“Enjoy yourself?” 

“That was a really good movie, Harding.” 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it thoroughly.” That smile you’d become addicted to showed up on his lips, and you mimicked it. 

“That much, I did.”

“Shall I make us something light before bed?”

“Not yet. You’re too comfortable.” As if to prove your words, you pressed your body closer to his, his arm wrapping tighter around your back. With surprising strength, Harding managed to shift both of you, your back pressed onto the seats of the sofa, and his large body pressed into you. 

“You won’t get away with that,” he replied, joy in his eyes. Despite his words, your arms wrapped around his neck, and pulled him closer, trying to lean up and kiss him. He indulged you for only a short amount of time, before pressing a kiss to your chin. “Not tonight.” Not even the pout on your lips stopped him, even as you caught a glance of the smirk he’d try to hide from everyone. 

The sounds from the kitchen were soft form your vantage in the room, but you could hear the fridge opening, plates moving about. A dull ache had settled in your head, nothing even noticeable at the late hour. You were tired, and headaches didn’t scare you quite as much after brain surgery. Getting up from the sofa, you found your way back to the kitchen. Perhaps the snack would be enough to get the headache to fade, and allow you both to fall asleep that night. Between the book release, and the stress of recovering, you didn’t even have time to talk about the traveling you’d be doing without him.

Idly, you wondered if Harding had even had time to read the book, to see how you’d written about the head of surgery that’d guided your hand easily through the stressful times. 

The sandwich that he’d offered sounded like the perfect meal to round out the night. 

Getting up from the sofa after a few minutes, you started after Harding, looking for where he could have disappeared to. The kitchen was found shortly through the living room, a lovely alcove away from a sunroom. Art adorned the walls as you walked through the rooms, finding more and more opulence as you disappeared further. 

Though it seemed Chelsea was hurting for additions, Harding seemed to have his connections. Art you were sure you had recognized from miscellaneous articles were offered on his walls. But as you walked through them, you were confused by the array. You hadn’t paid attention to the Signatures on the canvases in the past. You were shocked by the vast majority. Every single signature on the canvases; right or left; spoke to a deeper connection than you were privy to. You couldn’t piece together if it was a personal connection or family, how he could have lucked into some of these pieces. 

Regardless, the art spoke to a peace you’d strive for.  Peace you were sure that Harding didn’t find often, a softness to humanity that the pain of the emergency room didn’t allow. 

After a few ignored turns, including his music room with a piano that seemed to be ignored these days, you did find the man himself. Harding was preparing a simple sandwich, two plates prepared with plenty of vegetables. 

“And here we are,” Harding at last said, offering you the perfectly sized plate filled with a sandwich, sweet peppers, pickled sweet onion. You took it, just to bite in, filling the hunger in your belly just as he took a bite as well. Flavorful as you’d expected from his purchases. 

Harding held you all of that night, his firm arm wrapped around your waist, middle finger drawing a small pattern over your navel every moment of the night. You weren’t entirely sure what it could possibly mean to him, but Harding found importance in it. 

That was reason enough for you to relax into his arms, his soft breathing repetitive on the small of your neck. 

Not even the slight headache could stop that simple joy. You drifted off into a wonderful sleep, pushing Harding onto his bed to wake him up with a blowjob. He hadn’t expected it, but the moment he had realized, his hips canted further into your mouth, searching for that pleasure you’d already offered him.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Muke Smut Masterlist

30,000 Feet in the Air (ao3) - antisocialhood E, 3k

Summary: Luke teases and Michael strikes back.

Baby, Show Me What It’s Like (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 5k

Summary: Luke shouldn’t be trusted at parties. Luckily, he has Michael

Can’t Blame a Boy for Trying (ao3) - orphan_account M, 2k

Summary: “I’m great at driving. You just have to be good at riding.” Or the one where Michael practically makes Luke his bitch. (superdom!michael and wimp!luke)

Don’t need candles and cake, just need your body (ao3) - antisocialhood E, 5k

Summary: It’s Luke’s birthday and Michael just wants to make him smile, just wants to see Luke squirming under him with needy gasps and tiny sounds, just wants to stop playing around his feelings.

Eat Me (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt M, 14k

Summary: “Michael’s bottle green eyes are absolutely shining and Luke has to take a second to appreciate the beauty before him. Luke convinces himself it’s not weird to think things like that because it’s so obviously a fact. Michael is a beautiful boy, the prettiest Luke’s ever seen, and it makes Luke’s heart pound to think that he’s his best friend. How did he get so lucky?”

Michael is upset that none of his bandmates want to take him to a deserted island and eat him so Luke makes him feel better. In doing so, he discovers the feelings he has for his best friend are a little stronger than he ever intended.

Eyeliner (ao3) - Nerd_Cake E, 1k

Summary: Luke wears eyeliner during the show and once their backstage after and he takes off that ridiculous wig Michael's feeling even hotter seeing the gorgeous, sweaty boy in black eyeliner.

Grind On Me (ao3) - flowercrownmikey T, 3k

Summary: Hotel Room Smut where Muke discover themselves.

Hearts Pounding (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt M, 7k

Summary: “Michael realizes he’s blatantly staring at his friend’s mouth so he finally tears his gaze away and returns it to Luke’s eyes. When they meet, Luke is staring right back at him and something in Michael’s stomach tightens and flips. He clenches his jaw, smart enough to know that that’s not a normal feeling to get for your best friend. That’s the feeling he got in high school when a girl he liked actually felt the same and kissed him after school one day.

It’s not a feeling he should have about his best friend.”

Luke feels sad in the middle of the night so he goes to Michael for comfort and decides to finally take a chance.

I Wanna Get Off, With You. (ao3) - notexactlylegal N/R, 1k

Summary: The two of them are watching a movie. Michael wants attention. Luke is actually enjoying the movie. Michael has a plan on how to get his attention.

jealous (ao3) - Shutuplashton N/R, 2k

Summary: In which Luke is jealous of Michael and wants him all to himself.

Jumping before the Gunshot has Gone Off (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine E, 128k

Summary: (In which Michael’s hated Luke since they met, and Luke’s hated him back—except, somehow, they can’t stop having sex with one another. To make matters worse, Luke is dumb enough to go and fall in love with the man who hates him.)

Nothing Personal (ao3) - thieves M, 28k

Summary: Luke's the new kid who doesn't want any trouble, and Michael is edgy and generally hates everyone. Yes, he hates Luke, too.

Or, a High School AU in which Luke gets assigned to be Michael's tutor.

ready like i am ready (ao3) - hemmingshoodie M, 3k

Summary: michael returns luke a favour.

something of you (ao3) - theonlyreason M, 5k

Summary: Out of all the three, Luke had always considered Michael the closest to him. He never felt uncomfortable about the way Michael flicks his ear randomly, pushes him a bit too hard in interviews, headlocks him on their way to the stage where most of the time, he could swear he felt a muscle tear, stuff like that. It was a playful manner. Luke had always seen that in Michael, and for some ironic reason, he felt safe with it. But things start to get weird after Luke had the most erotic dream involving Michael, and he enjoyed it himself.

stay quiet (ao3) - babyboylukey M, 1k

Summary: "what...what are you doing michael?"

after finally getting his pants off he says, "gonna put that annoying mouth of yours to good use."

that's when luke goes quiet. honestly he just can't refuse. he may or may not have dreams about things like this. with michael too.

this night's almost over (ao3) - loafers E, 19k

Summary: london 2012, luke takes up residence in michael's bed. it gets complicated.

[septembersghost]

Do you know where Taylor said she was giving up on relationships for a while? I feel like I remember that but can't find it

it was in her rolling stone cover story! (a lot of the press she did at that time is tinged with things that are saddening to revisit, but also clear on what her perspective was. the vogue 73 questions is another one):

"In fact, she suggests, she hasn’t dated at all since breaking up with One Direction singer Harry Styles more than a year and a half ago. “Like, have not gone on a date,” she says. “People are going to feel sorry for me when you write that. But it’s true.” Swift says dating is hard for her. For one thing, there’s the logistics. “Seventy percent of the time, when a guy asks me out, it’ll just be a random e-mail,” she says. Some movie star will get her address from his publicist and e-mail her cold. Usually she politely rebuffs them – but even if someone did penetrate that line of defense, building a relationship is hard. “I feel like watching my dating life has become a bit of a national pastime,” Swift says. “And I’m just not comfortable providing that kind of entertainment anymore. I don’t like seeing slide shows of guys I’ve apparently dated. I don’t like giving comedians the opportunity to make jokes about me at awards shows. I don’t like it when headlines read ‘Careful, Bro, She’ll Write a Song About You,’ because it trivializes my work. And most of all, I don’t like how all these factors add up to build the pressure so high in a new relationship that it gets snuffed out before it even has a chance to start. And so,” she says, “I just don’t date.” (That goes for hooking up as well. “I just think it’s pointless if you’re not in love,” Swift says. “And I don’t have the energy to be in love right now. So, no.”) Truth be told, Swift sounds a tiny bit jaded – which, for a “self-professed hopeless romantic,” maybe isn’t the worst thing to be. “It’s not like I’ve sworn off love,” she says. “My life is just not conducive to bringing other people into it right now. I’m very childlike and romantic about lots of things, but I’m realistic about this.” [....] it’s not bad that I’m not hopelessly in love with someone. It’s not a tragedy, and it’s not me giving up and being a spinster. Although I did get another cat.” She laughs. “I asked around: I was like, ‘Does two cats count as cats?’ But then I thought, what imaginary guy’s perspective am I thinking about this from? Someone is going to think I’m undateable for a lot of reasons before they think I’m undateable because I have two cats.”"

eta: the above still applies, but i was actually remembering her glamour magazine interview with this -

"Yeah, I do feel jaded about relationships, to be honest. I think the media has sent me a really unfair message over the past couple of years, which is that I’m not allowed to date for excitement, or fun, or new experiences or learning lessons. I’m only allowed to date if it’s for a lasting, multiple-year relationship. Otherwise I’m a, quote, ‘serial dater’. Or, quote, ‘boy crazy’. The narrative has been so wrong, every time it was the same. It’s 'Taylor spotted talking to this guy, she’s chasing him.’ They create a beginning to the story that didn’t happen most of the time, so then they have to create an ending. So they always go to the same fabricated ending that every other tabloid has used in my story, which is, 'She got too clingy’, or 'Taylor has too many emotions, she scared him away’. Which has honestly never been the reason for any of my break-ups. You know what has been the reason? The media. You take something very fragile, like trying to get to know someone, and it feels like walking out into the middle of a gladiator arena with someone you’ve just met. And all of a sudden the public and the media are allowed to say thumbs up or thumbs down. So I just don’t try it anymore."

[pianocat939]

Your thoughts on yanderes like why do you like writing about them and why do you like them.? I saw this post on donniesnpc-zombie about them talking about why he personally enjoys it but still doesn't condone e it. For her it's an escape goat. Thoughts as you have written about it a lott?

First of all, just so I don’t get cancelled- I do not approve of this behaviour and shall never will.

Well as a child who grew up with Japanese media constantly, I’ve been exposed to this Yan genre since I was young. Even in children shows, there’s often one character who acts very violent towards others. It didn’t have to have gore and blood, but some actions by said characters fit the Yan genre. And with this influence I’ve just come to enjoy the dramatic personality of those characters.

Now, as I got older and more aware of things, I knew that if it were to occur literally, it would be extremely problematic. But I still enjoyed the genre as I started getting psychological horror and some physical horror (I enjoyed psychological more so than physical). And I started wanting to make my own content of it.

So I kid you not- I studied the Yan genre. I read through books on psychological horror, I watched movies, I even went through the entire history of it. And by the time I was roughly 12/13(?) I knew exactly what to do when creating a Yan personality/character.

That’s also the time I started to write. With little to no practice, I started writing fanfictions on Wattpad (shut up this is where all baby writers go-). I deleted my first one cuz I thought it was cringe, then wrote another, (which I really hate now and wish to burn it but it has over 100K+ views). Then I moved to Tumblr because I wanted to practice more. So now here I am, writing about morally incorrect turtles.

Oh and a little note, I think the reason why I’m so addicted to the Yan genre is because I feel lonely often and it would be kinda to have someone. Like it doesn’t matter if it’s platonic or romantic just someone who can listen to me ramble about weird things. Except without those horrifying actions and behaviours.

I think the conclusion is that I am an expert on how the Yan genre goes. So if you have any questions or struggles doing anything with it feel free to ask me, I love answering questions + talking with ppl on my blog.

[acourtofthought]

In a interview with SJM, a good time ago (2020, 2021) she used a song to talk and hint smt about Azriel, the song Mr. Bright Side, and I remember e/riels using it to confirm their ship (as always), do you remember or saw that back then? Could you see or listen the song or interpret something?

Love u and all your content and analysis are amazing and very spot on💖❤️

Thank you so much for your ask and comments! 😍

I don't think you can really relate that song to E/riel

Mr. Brightside is about the lead singer witnessing his girlfriend cheating and his trying to see the bright side of what happened. It's known as a "been cheated on" anthem.

Apparently he got this feeling a walked into a specific bar where he saw her with another man.

I think the most important way it relates to Az comes from this verse:

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis

But it’s just the price I pay, destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes, ’cause I’m Mr. Brightside

Azriel’s entire narrative with females has been about his love for Mor. But time and again, he's had to watch Mor take other lovers (which we witness after her night with Helion) and it's created a lot of Jealousy and angst for Az. "Jealousy, sick lullabies, choking on allibies". And the lyrics before that are probably something else Az does to himself too, playing any hook up she has over and over again in his mind like a movie loop:

Now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick

And it’s all in my head, but she’s touching his chest now,

He takes off her dress now, let me go

‘Cause I just can’t look, it’s killing me

They’re taking control

As for the Mr. Brightside line and the "I'm coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine" it's to represent his attempts at remaining optimistic. At this point it sounds a little unhinged, like he's convincing himself he's fine (though he's not really there just yet) but "Destiny is calling me" shows that he knows he'll get there someday. I don't think Az is at the destiny is calling me stage just yet as he's never really addressed letting Mor go. I think the POV Bonus Chapter shows he's still very much in a place where he's playing everything on repeat, his brothers got a bond and he didn't, his feelings of Jealousy over that fact, his refusal to address Mor and that she didn't want him, that he's never thought of a future with Elain. Right now I don't think he's optimistic and has hope for the future. But we'll finally see that when he begins admitting truths to himself "once I open up my eager eyes". When Az finally admits to the anguish he's felt over not being with Mor, once he admits to himself he fixated on Elain for the wrong reasons, that's when he'll move forward with his destiny (Gwyn).

I hope you have a wonderful day!! ❤️

[kangaracha]

skz + five star trailer (I wanted to write something with this but I’m dumb and didn’t ever figure it out)

The movie isn't good.

It's old. Something about a romance, something about a rich man trying to split them apart. He doesn't know, and he doesn't care, when it wasn't worth the effort he'd put in to go and see it.

He leaves the loader in the car park. That's what happens when you only show boring movies.

The walk home is more interesting than the movie, which is really just a dismal end to a disappointing night. There are several uproars in the streets, and it only takes a slight detour to be able to pass by them. One is Felix, playing in the traffic with a kind of devil-may-care smile on his face that lights up Seungmin's heart. Another is Changbin, throwing things around in an alleyway like their existance has personally offended him. This is only worrying because he was supposed to be watching I.N - but the maknae wasn't invalid or anything. Maybe Changbin had decided he could take care of himself.

It's not like they were far from home, anyway - Yeosul-ro encircles the heart of the city, meaning they never had to stray far to find something of interest to do (or destroy). Anything outside of this circle was only grey and repetitive; the colour and life of the city lived here. They lived here.

Their influence only spreads so far.

The theatre looms tall above him, old and dilapidated. The stone facade is fading, the door sagging on it's hinges - he grunts as he shoves it open and then kicks it closed again, the latch squealing into place. Once again, he laments the difficulty of finding a way to Miroh, or even Levanter - if they lived in one of those shining cities, ever changing and sprawled as far as the eye could see, if they had voices with which to sing and hearts with which to dance...

The discordant crash of piano strings hammering out of time with each other fractures his dream as simply as if Chan had just come up here and beaten it out of him. Seungmin rolls his eyes at the sound, looking up a moment at the dusty beams that run across the ceiling and the old chandelier, still dark even though night has fallen across the sky and most of the group haven't made their way home again. When he flips its switch, he understands why - the globes have burnt out, or the wiring is shorted somewhere in the walls. Either way, the lights won't turn on.

The pianos screech again, and then something heavy and full of glass shatters, louder even than the tortured instruments. The noise draws him in like a moth to a flame - down, down into the theatre, between rows of seats no one has sat in for years, his feet treading over floorboards that creak with age and the threat of giving way under his weight. This room is dark as well, except for the stage lights; silent, except for the cacophany coming from the stage itself, one man and far too many pianos than any sane person needs.

Not that he's sane or anything. Seungmin's pretty sure they've all lost their minds, one way or another. It's the way that they were made; it's the short life they lived, good and then bad, free and then trapped here in this small hell where nothing worked and no one made any sense except them.

(Even they didn't make sense anymore. Even he couldn't understand Chan's obsession with these stupid pianos.)

At the bottom of the stairs, he steps over the body of a discarded metronome, flung from the stage like a toy. Its glass has scattered under the chairs, its innards glinting where they've spilt across the floorboards. Another one ticks loudly on the edge of the stage, its back and forth movement mesmerising. Seungmin very definitely doesn't watch it, or listen to it tick.

A coherent scale leaps from Chan's fingers as he sits down at the leftmost piano, the trill of the keys like a breath of fresh air between the oppressive chords that hang in the vaulted ceiling like smog, choking up the atmosphere. C major - the only thing he's figured out how to play. It ends in Chan's fist smashing down against the upmost keys, setting the instrument to screeching again. Somewhere within it, a string pops, the tone of that key swaying back and forth and then dying out altogether.

"Hyung," Seungmin calls from the bottom of the stage, and Chan stops, his fist still smashed against the keys. His face turns - only his eyes are visible, his jaw obscured by the mask he'd pulled off of one of the men in black that had chased them out of Miroh. Hiding, as usual. Obsessing, over the past, and the future that he can't control, and the things he remembers doing but can't, like playing those stupid pianos.

"What?" Chan spits, and stands, his fist sliding from the piano. The keys play again as they are released, four high notes that don't belong together screaming for relief all at once.

"I'm going to kill you if you keep playing those things," Seungmin tells him, not in the least bit scared. I.N, Felix, Han...Chan could scare them off all he liked, but not Seungmin. Not when he's been listening to this shit day in and day out for seven months now.

Chan kicks the piano chair away and stalks across the stage. Jumps to the floor, floorboards grating and squeaking in protest. "I'm just trying to get us out of here," he grumbles and shoves past Seungmin - and isn't that the truth, that even though he sits up there and bashes away at whatever instrument he's scavenged from the guts of the theatre and waves grenades at whoever comes to try and stop him, his claws are all dull, really. His teeth are hidden behind that mask because he doesn't have any with which to bite them.

At least it's quiet now. Until he wanders his way back in here later in the night, frustrated and unable to sleep. Driven toward the music like it has claws dug into him and long arms with which to drag him back. Seungmin will just have to sleep until then, or hope that Minho wanders back in from wherever he's disappeared to and distracts Chan further.

Or he could try to sing again. Just once more, while the stage is free

Chan's back retreats, stomping up the stairs. Seungmin lingers, his toes touching the edge of the murder scene spread across the floor and his eyes turned up towards the stage. Sometimes, when it's silent, he can hear it calling for him too - sometimes, he can understand what drives Chan back here, again and again and again.

He's not weak though. He understands giving up when he's been knocked down enough - if he climbs up there and he tries to do what his soul begs him to do, nothing will come out of his mouth, and that won't have changed in the months that have passed him by while he loiters here with no real idea of what to do with himself. Drawing a breath into lungs made of iron, he turns away from the stage and steps over the metronome, every pace into the darkness another crack in the tough hide he coats himself in.

Sleep, that's what he will do. Sleep, and eat, and wander around on the streets again until he finds something that catches his interest. Avoid the music. Look for a way back to Miroh.

He doesn't need to sing to survive.

He doesn't.

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[thisislizheather]

February Feats 2023

Above Photo: Backyard snow, February 2023

Forgive the lateness, it will absolutely happen again. Here’s what went down last month!

The best tweets of February can be found over here. And my favourite Valentine’s Day ones can be found here.

Above Photo: Nathan at rehearsal for The Tonight Show, February 2023

Above Photo: The Tonight Show outfit #2

Okay, so two biggest things: Nathan did his second Tonight Show and his special GOT REVIEWED IN THE NEW YORK TIMES.

Above Photo: Nathan’s NEW YORK TIMES

The French baguette candle from Bath & Body Works? Whoa. I hate how much I love it.

Could not be more in love with this black sweater.

Had dinner at The Bar Room and the grilled chicken on top of their caesar salad was unparalleled. Another thing I love doing when I’m eating in midtown is going to JG Melon afterward for coffee or dessert. It’s the only move.

Speaking of good moves, have you ever sat out on a patio just as the weather’s starting to change and ordered a Peroni? Just one, for the whole afternoon? Might be the answer to everything.

I had a blister on my heel and these Band-Aid Hydro-Seal bandages worked perfectly. 

I got drinks at Nubeluz by Jose Andres at The Ritz-Carlton and it was so lovely. The service is great, the views are wild and the drinks and food were perfect. The only thing that made no sense was the waitress/hostess uniforms, but I’m picky as hell??

Above Photo: View from Nubeluz, NYC

Above Photo: Love when places care about wallpaper, at Nubeluz

I tried two products from Hero since I love their blemish patches - the lightening pads and the brightening stick and both were shit. Returned.

I made these Greek chicken meatballs and they were so bland, so I think I’ll stick with that sweet and spicy recipe I love.

I ate at Golden Unicorn in Chinatown and it was really nothing special. I did love the atmosphere, it was very 90s banquet hall-y. But the food was wildly underwhelming.

Above Photo: Pigs at Golden Unicorn, NYC

Above Photo: Chinatown, NYC

Also ate at Olio E Piu and wow was that bad. It was just insanely loud, had way too many 22 year olds with flashes going off, and the dessert was hard as a rock. Never again. Hate getting burned like this.

Went to The Guggenheim to see the Nick Cave exhibit and yes it was good/fine, but my dumbass thought it was the other Nick Cave. So that’s on me. I guess I’ll just always be disappointed by the exhibits here until they decide to make use of their central space again like they used to do years ago.

Above Photo: The Guggenheim, February 2023

Above Photo: The Guggenheim, February 2023

Some things I watched:

The Player: this started out as one of the coolest movies I’ve seen in such a long time (especially the opening twenty minutes) and then as it went on turned into one of the worst? That rarely happens, so that was confusing.

Pamela, A Love Story: so great. One thing I especially love about her? At the first sign of abuse in any of her relationships, she’s out the door. You don’t hear that a lot and it makes me love her even more. God, it’s still infuriating that Hulu made that series without her permission.

Split: okay, I may be the only person with this opinion (HOW?!). but holy hell did I hate this movie. It should be studied how polarizing  M. Night Shyamalan can be. I have absolutely loved some of his movies and I have wanted to vomit at others. How can this be possible? I don’t understand it.

I had this stupid little reaction video blow up on Instagram, which is wild. Stay out of the comments though, it’s crazy in there.

I was also in Canada for a little bit, so I went skating, ate that perfect caesar at Scaddabush, shoveled driveways and basked in numerous snowstorms.

Above Photo: Parent’s backyard, February 2023

Above Photo: Ice rink, Etobicoke

Above Photo: Caesar salad at Scaddabush, Mississauga

Above Photo: Baby Dog & Dad, February 2023

Above Photo: I took this while laying in the snow and it might be my favourite photo of all time.

Some things I’m looking forward to this month: so many birthday things, it’s almost aggressive.

If you have any interest in reading what went on in January, come on over here.

Above Photo: Winter sunsets, man.

[cantdanceflynn]

Heya!

I just watched the Phineas birthday clipshow episode. It was interesting? A few of the clips I wasn’t sure where they were from, though. For example, Candace screaming in a different art style, and Heinz being turned inside-out? It’s like there’s a missing episode. I want to see episodes with all the stuff that was referenced but never shown. Like what Phineas and Ferb did the day when Candace was waiting to buy tickets for some band? I forgot the exact episode it was, but it shows Phineas and Ferb having to clean up their own project because Candace didn’t bring Linda to get rid of it. Also, in the episode where they build that huge fort, they shrink it down because of “those pesky zoning laws” which gives an explanation for the times they took down their own creations instead of the stuff getting hit by a Go-Away-Inator or whatever.

Anyways, the episode wasn’t great, but I liked the part where Heinz said something like “whatever, I’m not gonna waste my best stuff on a clipshow!” I thought that was remarkably self aware. Another thing I liked was when Candace was running with the disk and she kept avoiding the things trying to get rid of it. She literally dodges the invisible force like she’s a professional athlete and then.. ends up destroying it herself because it’s Phineas’s birthday! Which is nice.

The one thing I really disliked about that episode, however, was how it implied that that was the first time Candace did something nice for Phineas?? Sure, she’s working against him most of the time, but she’s his sister! She does nice things for him! I would have preferred if the episode had expanded on her original worry: “what do you get the boy who can make anything?” It could have been like that old story where the king invents the bed because his wife already has everything that exists! But instead Candace goes off to steal the disk from Buford. I would have preferred if Candace was given a disk to edit as well, but she didn’t have any good footage, and then she got to go and see Isabella and Baljeet’s, and then finally Buford with the good stuff. Maybe she is tempted to show her mom, but instead she gives the disk to Irving and he puts it into the show for Phineas! And along the way, I wished she had actually intended for that tool she got for him to BE a gift. Phineas is so happy about it, it just would have been sweet if maybe the episode started with him mentioning he wants one, and maybe he explains that it’s illegal to just make one as an explanation for why he didn’t make one yet, and then when Candace accidentally ends up with one she can give it to him as a gift instead of just.. crying and he takes it from her??

Also!! I think the BEST way to end the episode would have been a compilation of all the times Candace and Phineas did things together! It would have been so nice, it could have them singing gitchee gitchee goo and when Candace helped distract Linda for their parents anniversary. Stuff like that! Or maybe even just a compilation of Candace being really cool, showing all her best moments to show how Phineas views his older sister: super cool! Anyways, I just think Candace deserved better than a one off joke, is all… if they really wanted to do the joke about this being the first time for something, they could have had Heinz getting doomed by a puppet for the first time. That way it sets up him making the same joke in the movie! I think it would be cool.

EXACTLY OH MY GOD EXACTLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

ALSO YEA THOSE CLIPS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FAKE KSFHSFKJSFOSFJ BUT I WOULD ADORE AN EPISODE LIKE THAT, WHERE ITS BITS AND PIECES OF THE TIME LENGTH OF A FULL EPISODE, BUT IT EXPLAINS ALL OF THOSE LIL LOOSE ENDS AND STUFF! PUTTING THAT ON MY "IK THEY PROBABLY WONT BUT GOD ITD BE SO COOL" WISHLIST FOR THE NEW SEASONS

AND YEA ITS. NOT THE BEST HONESTLY. THERES BASICALLY NO PNF EPISODE ID CALL BAD(EVEN THE BELOW PAR ONES R JUST KINDA. AVERAGE FOR MOST OTHER SHOWS. I WOULDN'T BLINK AN EYE IF I SAW IT AS AN EPISODE IN MOST OTHER SHOWS), BUT IT IS FUNNY AT LEAST

AND OHHHH MY GODDD YEA I HATE HOW THIS EPISODE TREATS CANDACE SM. AT LEAST THEY AGNOWLEDGE HOW TALENTED SHE IS AT ATTEMPTING TO EVADE THE MYSTERIOUS FORCE AT THIS POINT BUT LIKE. ITS SO MEAN AND BLATANTLY UNTRUE AND JUST LIKE. IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSEEEE GEEZ ITS SO FUCKIN MEAN TO HER AND IDK WHY

YOUR IDEA FOR REWRITTING THE EPISODE IS GENUINELY PERFECT THO LIKE OH MY GOD THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER AND WORK SO MUCH BETTER AND ITS JUST. OH MY GOD I WOULD KILL TO SEE THAT VERSION INSTEAD BC THATS SO PERFECT

ALSO THIS MIGHT SEEM LIKE A WEIRD QUESTION BUT WHATS UR OPINION ON IRVING? BC FOR SOME REASON HES "DIVISIVE" (AND BY THAT I MEAN SOME PEOPLE ARE SO FUCKING WEIRD ABOUT THIS LITERAL TEN YEAR OLD BC HE ON OCCASION MIMICS HIS OLDER BROTHER, AND SOME PEOPLE ARE NORMAL ABOUT HIM)

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This is actually such a great idea! I’m reblogging with a few suggestions from Brazilian cinema just in case anyone else might want to see this lmao. Unfortunately I’m never the best when it comes to suggesting media because I hardly keep up with movies/tv shows/whatever as I am a lazy bitch with no mental space for anything.

Anyway here go some indications from the top of my head. I’m putting their names in Portuguese because fuck English but I’m also linking their respective English-Wikipedia pages in case anyone wants to look up details.

Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho: One of my personal favorites. SUper sweet LGBT+ movie and (I don’t want to spoil the ending but) one of the few I know from the genre that doesn’t have a sad ending. Always worth a shot.

O Auto da Compadecida: A classic, very popular and funny movie that almost everybody around here loves lmao.

Central do Brasil: Another classic, widely known as the film that got Fernanda Montenegro an Oscar nomination for Best Actress (which she infamously lost fo effing Gwyneth Paltrow).

Que Horas Ela Volta?: Also very popular and already considered a classic, deals with social inequality and the relation between high-income families and their houseworkers.

Carandiru: Also widely known and a classic, it recounts the Carandiru massacre of 1992 and the lives of some of the prisoners. I remember watching it in school and I got so shocked I think my life changed a bit.

Cidade de Deus: This is likely the best known Brazilian movie out there lol but tbh I don’t remember much about it bc I was a little kid when I wateched it. But I remember it caused me a big impression so

Minha Mãe é Uma Peça: One of the most famous comedy movies produced here; it starts Paulo Gustavo, considered one of the best Brazilian comedians from the last decade (and who sadly passed during to the COVID pandemic :( )

There are countless others worth mentioning; Brazilian cinema is very prolific and we have many movies that are considered classics and/or are widely acclaimed internationally... But as I mentioned I hardly watch shit lol so I don’t feel much comfortable indicating movies I didn’t watch. But to name a few of them: Bacurau; Deus e o Diabo na Terra do Sol; and Terra em Transe.

Ok I’ll stop here. There are many, many more I could mention, but you can also find them in any “best Brazilian films” list around the internet so

This post inspired me to ask the following question: @ people who are not usamerican, if you could recommend any local movie/show/media made and produced by your own countries (which, in your opinion, are actually freaking good), what would you recommend? it doesn't matter if it's from before the 2000's or after or if it's not easily found online or if it doesn't have subs or whatever, there are always ways anyway and if there aren't it's still worth to try!

this is mostly targeted to non usamericans but if they'd like to make additions that fit with the subject then go ahead!