#I'm not sure if it matches what's in my mind's eye yknow

[reinemichele]

Translation here

Of all that shined, none of it was useless As if I had it all in my hands, I loved everything Old clothes that just took up space... Why didn’t I throw them out Instead of holding onto them? Throw it away It’ll just be baggage anyway I’ll just pick out a few things I need, and Throw it away So I can forget you Empty closet The scent of the memories I’ll empty it all out And fill it up again with new things So I can't ever take out the old ones again This pain is too out-of-season to be crying over... This faded scent is only recalled from my memory Empty hangers, in a room that’s as big as the universe It’s time to admit that it’s time to let you go Trapped in our black and white film Of wearing your t-shirt and watching movies all night Thoughts of you swallowing me up As I wait for you, who would never come back I broke down, but I still couldn’t let you go

[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Eight

Previous

I had spent most of the Easter Holiday's helping Ron with Buckbeaks appeal, the both of us had taken on Responsibility, Him due to Harry and Hermione's filled schedules and me to get away from the Slytherins.

I was trying my best to avoid Malfoy at all costs, as a result it meant I had spent a lot less time with Theo and Blaise.

Putting their differences with Ron aside, (although it didn't stop the bickering and constant insults) sometimes they would come in the Library to help, until they got bored or thrown out by madam Pince for being too noisy.

Ron and I had the task of juggling our heavy homework load and the appeal, but we managed it the best we could.

The both of us pouring over enormously thick volumes such as; The Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology and Fowl or Foul? A Study of Hippogriff Brutality.

I was actually proud of Ron, this was probably the most he has ever read, and for the longest amount of time, willingly.

The night before the Slytherin VS Gryffindor Match, everyone was way to hyped and causing Chaos.

I could never say this aloud, out of fear that my whole house would set the most horrendous curses on me, but I had secretly hoped that Gryffindor will win tomorrow, just because I know It will piss off Malfoy, but obviously also because my brothers are playing and Harry.

I wasn't even thinking about going, and instead work more on the appeal.

I had escaped to the library, barely anyone were here due to the excitement of the match tomorrow.

Ron had also ditched helping for the night for the match tomorrow.

Perfect.

I had all the Different books open on important pages scattered around the table, notes all over and I was currently attempting to write out all the important key points in my neatest handwriting for Hagrid, constantly looking back between mine and Ron's notes.

"What are you doing here?" I felt their presence before they could say anything. "The both of you should be preparing for the match tomorrow, and as their mate you should of made sure they were doing that" I told the three of them

"wow, She didn't shout at you" Theo sounded impressed

"Shut up- The reason we are here, is because He- is blubbering about you-

"I have never "Blubbered" in my life you prick" Malfoy glared at Blaise

"Anyway! Draco is not in the head space to play tomorrow, he's been shit at practise and its keeping us up with his tossing and turning-"

"Yeah, some people call that guilt" I rolled my eyes.

"And dont get me started on his bloody pacing!" Theo burst

"So, I think its best if you can sort this out and let him say what it is he so desperately wants you to hear" Blaise said "Its dangerous"

"awe Pity, make sure you memorise a spell to catch your fall then" I said, not bothering to look up from my notes "Now if you don't mind, I'm quite busy"

"I told you! She's too stubborn for anyone's good" Malfoy muttered, I could practically hear the eye roll

"Yknow- you're really not helping your case" Theo said

"there is no case if she won't listen! what else am I supposed to do? lets just go"

"could quit with the comments" Theo suggested

"like you've ever listened to that, lets just leave her alone"

"No, because not only could you hurt yourself, but you could end up hurting Blaise, everyone else, and her friend Potter and her brothers!" Theo said "So even if she wont accept your stupid apology, you're going to say it"

The thought didn't occur to me that he could potentially put other people at risk if his head wasn't in it, And if anyone got hurt, that would be on me.

"Fine." I sighed. All three of them stopped their childish bickering and stared at me "I haven't got long to waste, Malfoy, so hurry up and get on with it" I rolled my eyes.

The three of them pulled out chairs, Malfoy sitting opposite me, Theo and Blaise opting to create a distance and sitting near the corners of the table.

"Firstly, I'm sorry, about what I said about your family, I never meant to insult you, I swear-

"So why did you say it, to my brother, when you didn't know I was there?"

"I- uh, Its because- Its because, you know Wea- Your brother and I don't like each other, and that we argue, so I just say things that I know will affect him I guess, whatever will get a reaction out o-"

"that is the most pathetic thing I have ever heard" I blinked

"Secondly, About the Hippogriff, I didn't mean for all this to happen, I didn't plan for him to be executed, all I thought would happen was that he would get taken to some place for animals to live, It was my father who had dealt with it, and the trial, I promise, it was not my intention. I am so sorry, Keira, Please, I am so sorry, I just want us to be alright again"

"Wow, you must really care about having me around, I dont know whether to feel adored or creeped out, do you swear on your life you didn't mean to have Buckbeak end up in this predicament?"

"Yes"

"I guess I could think about forgiving you, If you promise to stop taunting my Brother and his friends"

"I- I cant do that, but anything else and you've got it"

I pondered for a moment.

"I know, you owe me Florean Fortescue's ice cream whenever I want"

"done!"

"fine then, we're good, Now, all of you to bed-

"Why me? I'm not bloody playing!"

"Because, I'm busy and your just going to bug me, and I don't want you disturbing them going back to bed" God, I sounded like mum.

"Do remember to sleep" Blaise told me "Are you coming tomorrow?"

"I dont know, I haven't decided yet" I told him honestly.

"Bye K" Theo bid me goodbye then walked out of the library

"Yeah, goodnight" Blaise said, then retreating to follow his friend.

"And you're still here because?" I dropped my quill to see Draco still sat there

He didn't say anything, just dropped my necklace on the parchment I was writing on and left.

I picked it up, running my hands over the snake, before putting the chain around my neck and picked up my quill to continue writing.

•

"Wake up" A voice kept repeating, I felt a constant poking in my ribs and my eyes started fluttering open.

"Go away" I mumbled to the person disturbing me.

"No, the game's about to start and I dont want to go by myself" Theo moaned "I thought you said you were going to actually go to bed"

"Yeah and then I got too caught up and just fell asleep here" I lifted my head and pushed my red hair out of my face

"You finished it?" He asked me, reaching over to pull the parchment off my face.

"I just hope its enough" I bit my lip

"Lets go then" He said

"what? I can't, I'm not even ready"

"sure you are, come on".

"You are so annoying" I rolled my eyes

"I've been spending too much time around you" he replied.

•

"I think Fred Like's Angelina" I told Theo as we watched him get told off by Madam Hooch.

"What, like it wasn't obvious, did you see that throw" Theo laughed. "Imagine if they go out and she mixes him up with the other one"

"George-

"Has that ever happened to you and Weasley?"

"You mean has anyone ever confused me and Ron? do I look like a bloke?" I stared at him

"Good point, didn't think about that"

"Its not looking too good for us" I grimaced when Wood blocked the goal

"Draco better catch that snitch or this is going to be so embarrassing"

"The only thing that I enjoy about these quidditch matches is Lee Jordan and McGonagalls bickering" I laughed after McGonagall tried to wrestle Lee for the mic after he swore when Flint scored

"He's friends with The brother twins isn't he?"

"Yeah, he's probably the only person that The twins hang out with that isn't each other" I laughed

"So the school years nearly over, before the summer holidays" Theo started "Got any plans?"

"Um no not really, Probably just be at the Burrow mostly" I said

"Whats a Burrow?"

"Its where I live"

"Oh, yeah I knew that...but I was wondering, The three of us normally spend holidays together, either at Malfoy Manor or Blaise's when his mums not home, maybe we can all meet up and do someth-"

"WE'VE WON THE CUP! WE'VE WON THE CUP!" The Gryffindors cheered.

Harry had caught the Snitch and I had completely missed it.

On one hand I was proud that my brothers and my friend had won but on the other, I wasn't sad that we had lost, because I don't care, doesn't affect me, but I felt bad that Blaise and Draco had lost and I knew that they would be in bad moods, the whole house would be in a bad mood, and they were already a gloomy lot.

Great.

•

Exams coming very soon, all of Hogwarts was unpleasant, especially Slytherin house, with spirits already low from the match, it didn't help that everyone was antsy and snappy with preparing and studying.

"Why in Merlin's name are you crying?!" Draco barked at me.

The four of us were in the boys dorm studying, the three of them on their beds and I was lying on the floor buried under all my books and loose parchment

"I cry when I'm nervous, or stressed, or angry, or upset" I sobbed "And I am really stressed out"

"Just breathe" Blaise told me

"Scream into this" Theo said before chucking a pillow at my face, I grabbed it and pushed it so it could muffle my sobs and crying

"Okay, Im over it now. Thats Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, Divination, Hermione is so lucky she dropped it-

"Wait, Granger dropped a class?" Blaise asked, looking amused

"Yeah, Merlin, Ron said that Trelawney said a bunch of weird crap about having the inner eye so Hermione just said she was done and left" I laughed "I hate that bug eyed hag"

"Whats the spell that scares away Boggarts?" Theo asked aloud

"Riddikulus" Draco told him, not looking up from his own books

"Hang on, I need to clear this" I said gesturing to the books and parchments "its reflecting my mind"

"Yeah, thanks, your trashing our room" Theo rolled our eyes

"So I'm guessing you don't want my Care of Magical Creatures notes, let me just go put them in my Dorm" I said

"Wait no, K please, I love that you make yourself at home" He grinned

"Yeah thought so" I rolled my eyes and dropped the notes he would be needing on his bed than gathered all the stuff I wouldn't need to put on my bed in my own dorm, into my arms, humming one of my favourite songs by this muggle band, Fleetwood Mac.

Walking out the door I bumped into Pansy Parkinson who was hovering by the door

"Oh Drakeypoo, Your girlfriends waiting for you!" I popped my head back in to call for Draco

"Hey! dont call him that, only I can" she glared daggers at me

"You say it like I care"

"She's not my girlfriend" I heard Draco shout before I left for my dorm.

Dropping the books on my bed, before quickly leaving the room I barely occupied.

I walked back into the boys dorm, the three of them looking uncomfortable with Pansy stood there saying some bollocks to Draco.

"Get out." I told the girl casually, pointing at the door

"Excuse me, blood traitor"

"I said get out, now! It means, you leave where you are not wanted" I blinked

"No one asked you, you know, they dont even like you anyway, freak" She spat at me "muggle lover weirdo"

"Get the hell out Pansy." Draco told her. She jumped and span around to face him again

"What? I- what about her?" she pouted

"Did I say her name?" He asked her in a patronising tone "Now get out my room before I tell everyone that thing!" He told her, eyebrows narrowed.

Eyes wide, she scampered out the room, making sure to barge through me on her way out.

"Wow, that must be some thing she did to make her leave that quickly, was it with you" I smirked

"Quiet Weasley" He snapped, making me burst with laughter.

"It was!" I exclaimed "Draco middle-name Malfoy, tell me!"

•

The suspense turned out to be more stressful than the actual exams

I successfully transformed a teapot into a tortoise with out any extra stuff attached to it. Unlike some.

I managed to perform an excellent cheering charm on Theo for Charms class, although I am pretty sure he egged it on just to get me a higher grade.

Luckily my flobberworm stayed alive in Care of Magical Creatures. Although that was pretty simple and not much was required to take care of it.

The exam I was dreading the most, Potions, because of Snape being a biased, annoying and rude git was ruthless when it came to grading.

But luckily, Draco being the second best in the class helped me study and gave the easy basics to get a pass. My confusing concoction turned out well.

The worst exam was Astronomy, waking up and taking an exam in the middle of the night was horrible, most of it was spent leaning on Theo's shoulder, trying to keep each other awake.

I wasn't confident in my Defence Against the Dark Arts exam as I don't do well at physical activity, and obstacle courses are not my forte.

"That stupid old bat" I muffled a scream on The Slytherin table "No one has bloody seen anything in a glass sphere, stupid fraud" I growled "we should just drop Divination.

"Weasley chill out, I'm sure you will be fine" Blaise patted my back

"I'm going to drop it, can I drop it?"

"I dont bloody know" He told me.

"Wait there's Ron, I'm going to ask him about the appeal, be back in a bit." I said before leaping from the table to see me brother.

"Hey Ron, How'd it go?" I asked him

"The appeal or my exams, cause the answer to both is horrible" He said, looking glum

"What?! He lost, does that mean- They can't!"  i gasped

"Here" He sighed before handing me a slip of parchment in Hagrids scratchy handwriting

Lost appeal. They're going to execute at sunset. Nothing you can do. Don't come down. Idon't want you to see it.

Hagrid

"I'm so sorry Ron" I whispered as I dropped the parchment onto the table, everything becoming blurry as my eyes filled with tears

"We did all we could" He said lowly.

I sped walked out of the Great Hall before my tears dropped, but trying to not gain any unwanted attention.

I managed to make it to the Common room before I dropped to my knees and the tears came flooding, not long before I was surrounded by my friends, One of them scooping me up in their arms and just holding me whilst I cried about everything I could of done and the guilt of not being there from the start. I hated that I was so emotional. And I hated that I was crying, It's so annoying and inconvenient.

"Its okay, K, It's not your fault" Theo told me, releasing his hold only partly so he could look at me

"Its my fathers, I'm so sorry" Draco told me earnestly.

"We know how much you worked for it, please dont blame yourself" Blaise had said.

We had spent the rest of the evening in their dorm, talking about nonsense and our predictions for our grades. Obviously Draco would do the best out of the three of us, He had the second best grades in our year, Hermione being number one a constant annoyance for him.

When the sun set I had known what had went down.

I didn't cry this time, but my heart was heavy. I didn't blame Draco, I believed how his father had took over and he didn't wish for this to happen, I know that deep down he has a good heart, even if it is very very very very deep down and buried in coal.

Later in the evening when the Full Moon and Stars were out, There was a pecking at the window.

"Keira, Its for you" Theo said as he had passed me the envelope the owl had delivered.

"Thats strange, must be important if it's being delivered now" I narrowed my eyebrows as I flicked up the lid?

"Merlin" I gasped, putting a hand to my mouth

"What is it?" Draco asked me

"Ron's in the hospital wing! I gotta go see him" I sprang to my feet and rushed out the room. On my way through the common room I bumped into someone. It was a Forth year, I recognised him from the quidditch team, a chaser.

Adrian pucey.

Who was Extremely nice to look at.

"Oh Merlin, I am so sorry" I mumbled out apologies

"Don't worry about it, I was the one in the way, Weasley, Isn't it?" He asked me

"Y-yeah, It is. Anyways, I should get going" I blushed

"Nice meeting you, officially, make sure to not make it the last" He smiled sincerely.

"y-yeah, definitely, for sure" I said

I grinned like an idiot, bumping into a wall as I walked backwards until I got to the exit and out of the common room, gathering my senses I ran to the hospital wing to find my brother.

"Ron! what the bloody hell happened?" My eyes bugged out as I caught sight of his broken leg slung up, him resting in a bed. He looked confused looking around the room "What is it?"

"H-Har-, Harry and Hermione were stood right there" He pointed at an empty space in the middle of the ward

Walking up to him, I placed a hand on his forehead "Did you hit your head?" I asked

"No! You wouldn't even begin to believe the night I've just had" He pushed my hand away.

At that moment, Harry and Hermione had ran back in.

They froze before seeing me by Ron's bed before jumping back into theirs.

Ron was about to question them until Madam Pomfrey came bustling out "Did I hear the headmaster leave? Am I allowed to look after my patients now?" She was in a bad mood. "Oh, Miss Weasley, say goodbye and off to bed, you will be able to see them tomorrow, they need to rest!" She told me, I waved bye to my brother and friends before rushing out of the ward, not wanting to get on Madam Pomfreys bad side.

•

I never found out what had actually happened that night, just that Ron had got attacked by the whomping willow apparently, and had broke his leg.

Every time I asked them about it, they would just give each other suspicious looks and change the subject until I stopped asking.

Unlike Draco, I was sad to hear the news of Lupin resigning, he was by far one of my favourite teachers.

I was Actually shocked at myself for not realising that he was a Werewolf, the signs were all there but I wasn't paying enough attention. Note to self, stop being so self absorbed.

It was the Last day of the school year, In the Great Hall at the feast.

The room was covered in Red and Gold.

I looked around the room at all the new friends I had made, a little montage of the year playing in my mind.

I had ups and Downs but at the end of it, I was glad that I had made a good group of people I had grown to care about, a lot. Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, Even though they do may head in and the biggest arseholes I have ever met. It also doesn't help that the people I care about all hate each other.

We were planning on spending most of the summer together, the four of us, and arranging the best times to stay at either Draco's or Blaises.

Draco was telling (more like gloating) us about the Quidditch world cup and how his father could get us all the best seats.

"I don't care that you don't like Quidditch, you're coming with us, I don't want to be bored by myself" Theo told me.

"I'll most likely come, but my dad might get tickets so I don't know if they want me to go with them" I explained

"Come with us, Our seats will be better, and no doubt Granger and Potter will be invited by your brother" Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"I'll think about it, wait can I even stay round your guys house's, will your parents be okay with that, one, because I'm a girl and two because my family aren't that popular in your families social circle"

"You spend most of your time in our dorm than your own" Theo said.

"Doesn't matter round mine, we will only go round when Mother and one of her many husbands aren't" Blaise said "no doubt they'll be travelling around the world on holiday".

"Just be quiet and dont say anything stupid and it'll be fine" Draco shrugged "Just watch out for my Father, he doesn't favour gingers"

"I'm going to miss this" I smiled, taking one more look around the room.

"It's only until September" Theo laughed "We will back before you know it"

"Sadly" Draco rolled his eyes, making me budge my shoulder with him.

"Weasley" I turned around to see the person who had called my name, Adrian Pucey.

"Adrian, hey" I smiled up at him

"Hey, I was just wondering if I could get your address, I want to write to you during the summer holidays" He grinned.

I could feel my cheeks blushing.

Since the day I had bumped into him, We had exchanged a lot of greetings and small talk, always smiling at each other in the halls, and he would sometimes talk to me when I was alone in the common room.

"Sure thing, that would be cool" I took out a piece of spare parchment and a quill from my robes, for emergency's, and scribbled down my address with an x then passed it to him, our hands touching for a milisecond.

"have a nice summer, Keira" He said before leaving to join his friends.

I turned back around to see my friends glaring at me "What?"

"HAve a nIce sUmMer kEira" Theo mocked

"Shut up" I shoved his shoulder

He's a prick" Draco said

"and your not?" I said

"You Know he's a year older than you, right?" Blaise said

"And? It doesn't matter, Anyways, we're just friends, nothing is even going on between us, and if it were, It is none of your Business" I booped all Three of their noses and all three of them scrunching up their faces.

Next

[jellyfishmika]

around 01:23:10 in gems latest twitch stream, etho talks about "carving other people to look like him" i love stealing this concept and putting it with creep etho! ;3 i'd imagine he'd give joel a matching eye scar one time, to prove that joel is truly his. of course, it wouldn't be bad enough to last too long, joel would just hide away as much as possible until it healed, using as many regen and healing potions as he could to speed it up. i also love the concept that etho 100% set up joels mail system differently. he'd make it so any mail coming in and out would be read by etho first, so etho could alter each message joel was given, or completely remove a few. isolating him even more! //>w<// and why is impulse acting so much weirder around joel now? did joel do something wrong? he couldn't have, he's been doing whatever etho told him to now. isn't that what the hermits wanted?

IM SORRY ETHO SAID WHAT. I'M SO BEHIND CUZ IVE BEEN WORKING WHAT!!!!!!!! oh my god. oh my god im gonna cream what the fuck. etho. what what what what what.

he totally gives joel a matching scar on his face so often joels starting to go blind in that eye. regen potions can only fix so much yknow >< ! every time etho would cute over joels eye, he'd lap up all the blood and leave kisses all over it, wanting joel to love it as much as he does! he's just being sweet to you joel, why do you hate it so much :( ohhh and when etho notices the scars on joel's hands from building without gloves... he'd cut up his own hands to be just like joel!

anon... your mind.. for the mail box.. oh my god. oh my god!!! genius!!! yes!! etho would horde all the letters he thinks joel doesn't need to read. whose to say joel ever even got the letters from iskall :3 maybe etho burnt them before joel got them, which would make iskall's whole obsession even more confusing for joel!

it would explain why joel's mail box is so empty besides when etho mails him... maybe the hermits are still mad at him and don't like joel :( the poor guy gets so worked up over it. and really, he can only think to open up with etho nowadays, so he'd cry to etho about how no one likes him, what if everyone hates him again, what did he do now? etho just loves that joel really is all his now!

mmm impulse would be so wary around both joel and etho afterwards >< he'd only be weirded out, that's all! sure, he's overheard some of his friends having sex before but.. those two were on another level. every time joel would visit his neighbour, he'd be acutely aware of etho being.. somewhere. joel had a feeling etho was watching them, maybe he had done something wrong. oh no, what if etho had said something to impulse? he wouldn't though, right? he'd tell joel if something was wrong, wouldn't he? joel couldn't even apologise to impulse, he didn't want to make etho mad, or even just confuse impulse! he'd try and leave gifts for impulse, to try and fix whatever had happened, but impulse never received anything at all :3

[habibialkaysani]

hi and belated eid mubarak!! i love your gifs and they have made me interested in gifmaking! i was wondering if you had any advice/tutorials for a photoshop illiterate who wants to make gifs? thanks!

aw thank you anon - both for the kind words and the eid mubarak :)

so I taught myself photoshop and the first bit of advice I would give is to let yourself be bad at it. I deffo think that is easier said than done esp if you're a perfectionist, but you're going to start out with basic things and you're not always going to get it right. and that's fine because ultimately gifmaking is for fun. for me, anyway, it helps keep me sane, lol, so if there are imperfections in my gifs - which there often are - I don't mind so much. I look back on a lot of my earliest gifs and I just hate them. the colouring, the text, the everything basically. it's so bad. but giffing is something that gets better with practice I think.

I've made a couple giffing tutorials here and here but I reckon you'd need to learn the basics before you can start thinking about selective colouring and sharpening and other things like that.

another tip would be to try and download high quality versions of whatever you're giffing. I'd say at a minimum you need 720p but ideally 1080p because it really makes a difference to your gifs' quality.

logos and watermarks - for the love of god, try to crop those out if you can. I'd much rather see less of a character's head if it means I don't have to see an ugly watermark that can ruin a gif. especially if you then add text on top of that.

if you have poc in your gifs, or even if you don't, just be aware that shows can often wash out characters' skin tones etc. you also don't want white characters to be too pink, lol.

when giffing, if you have any sort of "night light" (yknow the setting that reduces blue light to prevent eye strain) on, make sure to turn it off before you start colouring, as that will affect what your gifs look like to everyone.

I'd say start off with making gifs and focus on how to colour them properly, before you start making gifs with text. when you do make gifs with text, feel free to play around with different fonts - there are loads of free font websites on google you can use.

if you want, you can use something like trello or even a word or google doc to keep track of all your giffing ideas, and try to match the scene to the lyric or poem or whatever quote you're using, if it's that kind of text gifset. and of course remember to proofread the text on your gifs and on your captions.

I'm sure there are lots of photoshop tutorials out there for beginners. am not sure where to direct you for those as I mostly learned it by ear, and it was probably over eight years ago that I started messing around with photoshop myself. but I wish you luck, anon, and am flattered that my gifs made you want to start!

[poisonouswritings]

Ok this has been sitting in the back of my mind for quite a while, but picture this :

Mc has been for quite a while in Astraea, and eventually they need to change their clothes because obviously with all the missions they went through not to mention the training their clothes got dirty. Imagine if they brought extra clothes from Earth what would M3 react to mc wearing them?

I imagine mc wearing something like this

And yes the beanie is important 😔✋

Gods what I'd pay to see Anisa in these clothes,,, gods what I'd pay to see her in anything,,, gods what i'd pay to see her again,,,,,,,

GN!reader, nose bleeds

Felix Escellun

First thing's first, Stella is stealing your beanie. I'm sorry. You wore it for five seconds and she snatched it off your head and stole it and now it's hers. Sometimes she gives it to Felix, who gives it back to you, and then she steals it again. Rest in peace, beanie.

Second thing's second,, Felix is stealing your jacket. He's not sorry. It is Warm and Comfy and as soon as you two are home he's stealing it and wearing it around. Won't wear it in public because it clashes with his aesthetic tho so you can still go out with it. But because he always wears it at home and during his studies it subsequently smells like Void and eldritchs and has cat fur on it

Third thing's third,,, he Cannot focus on any of his experiments when you're wearing that around him because he's Just A Teeny Bit Flustered

When he comes up to hug you,, slips his arms underneath the back of the jacket for extra warmth,,

If you Do manage to get a hold of your Stella's beanie, put it on Felix's head and tug it down over his eyes. He complains but when he peeks out from under it (more like from under his bangs oough his hair is so shaggy) and sees you giggling he's pouting and blushing and saying okay fine but just this once (but then it happens over and over again)

I think he's a little surprised at Earth fashion! It's so basic, and yet he isn't really sure he's seen anything quite like it before although part of that might just be because being raised in high society means a lot of high society fashion trends and let's be real, Felix Does Not Dress Basic

Anisa Anka

You thought Felix got flustered?? Oh. Oh ho ho ho ho ho Anisa is having a nosebleed as soon as you walk in the room because How Dare One Person Have So Much Cute????

She's hugging you and snuggling you and asking you why you like the outfit. Is this what you normally wear? Do you want her to try and find similar clothes in the marketplace? What is this 'lumbar Jack' you speak of??

I mean what I said I think Anisa in a beanie would be really fucking cute especially because as you're complimenting her her hair will poof but it's only the bottom part of her hair because y'know the beanie covers the top part and she'd just be so C U T E ugfhoesiruhewafiuheriofh *I promptly fucking perish*

Anisa in a flannel?? Oh. Ooooooooh don't tempt me like this. You offer to let her try on your clothes and obviously she accepts (she wants to try Earth clothes!! She is a simple woman with simple desires and I would let her have anything she wanted) and she's all dressed up and looking at herself in the mirror,,,

She's late to a Sunstone meeting one morning and just grabs the nearest jacket and bolts and it's only when she gets there and all her subordinates are kinda snickering behind their backs does she realize that she grabbed your jacket by mistake

She likes Earth fashion!! It's comfy and looks nice but doesn't stand out too much. Really loves how you look in it.

Sage Lesath

So :3 yknow :3 if you take off the undershirt :3 and you just wear the jacket :3 you guys will kinda match :3 and couples match right? :3 you kinda like that sappy romantic shit right? :3 and honestly he likes it too because I will defend Marking!Sage until the day I die :3 so you should uh :3 you should take off your shirt >:3

No but Sage actually does think you look good in your clothes. They're very you, after all. Also I just think he'd think you look hot in anything so there's that

If you want him to wear the beanie,,, I think that,, you'll have to cut slits for his ears. And even then I'm not entirely sure how he's feel about the texture of the beanie because his ears are sensitive but maybe by sensory-disease-ass is projecting

Someone at the bar spills an ale on your jacket and Sage Is Ready To Beat Them Up for you and then offers to let you wear his until you guys get back to Fathom to clean yours up

You have to leave Fathom for a day or two and you leave your Earth clothes at home,, and you get back in the middle of the night and see Sage asleep in your bed and he's kinda draped himself in your jacket so the collar is barely brushing against his nose because that's where it smelled the most like you

I don't think Sage cares enough about fashion to have much of an opinion? Like I said before he thinks you look hot in anything you wear (or don't wear wink wonk). Definitely opens his eyes to the fact that you Probably Have Other Outfits on Earth and now he's busy fantasizing about that and looking at your butt

[wwwcapricorncom]

hii could i request something? i don't mind whether it's a headcannon with some drabble or a longer scenario, do whatever you have time for. make sure you're taking care of yourself 🥰

oki so nsfw haikyuu, im very indecisive so I'll give you a list of some characters - feel free to include multiple alsjdggwgw.

tsukishima, kageyama, miya twins, kuroo, bokuto, yknow throw in hinata for some spice. basically anyone that would rUiN me 😗✌️

okay so for the scenario literally go wild with it, I'd love to have a few kinks involved like dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation and masochism (or sadism if you look at it from the characters side).

feel free to improv if there's anything specific you've been wanting to write lmao I'm happy with anything.

have fun hehe

Eep! You’re so sweet I could cry T^T. You’re my first ask btw so Thank you thank you! Anyone who enjoys this post, please thank anon! This will also be my first work for haikyuu so I hope it will be good! In addition, i'll write the reader as Fem for now bc it wasn’t specified, so I hope that’s okay<3. I was gonna include all characters, but I felt I kept you waiting long enough.

Okay so im thinking…. How they act when domming WITH BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TSUKI, AND HINATA.

Genre: SMUT/MINORS DNI/ 18+/ Characters aged up

Warnings: dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation, masochism & sadism, a wee bit of impact play in Osamu’s... it just happened, gagging, nose pinching, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), dom dynamics, use of the word “daddy.

                                                      BOKUTO

Bo is a wild card, so anything can activate his dom moods and they can vary from service to hard domming.

You have to watch out for those days when you do something that he finds so cute because that’s when he wants to be a service dom.

And that means fucking you completly dumb.

“C’mere puppy”, just wants to show you how much he appreciates and adores you, so he has to make you feel so good that you turn into mush.

Always fucks you in a position that relies solely on you having to rely on him because it’s such a power trip for him.

Will have you picked up and getting fucked against the wall of your room as he tells you how cute you are.

Seeing you like this triggers something so animalistic in him, he is suddenly so hyper focused as he fucks you like an animal.

LOUDDDD

Just wants to see how wrecked you’ll get for him, but wrecks himself too.

~

“C’mere puppy, gonna pick you up.” You're a mess already, having been getting fucked into on your back by your boyfriend. Still, you put your hands out so he can pull you into his broad chest and up you two go. He smiles at your compliance and goes in to kiss your cute lips, albeit deeply as he sucks on your tongue and bottom lip which makes saliva string you two together when pulling away.

By the time he is done kissing you, he has your bare back pressed against the cool surface of your room walls and is nudging the head of his big, fat cock back into your needy hole. “Ah! Bo, fuck! like this?”

You can’t help but ask while clinging to him for dear life as he bottoms out in you. All he can do is nod, one hand strongly wrapped around your lower back, close to your ass, and the other flat against the wall above your head. He loves the way you cling to him, much like how your soft walls do at the slightest dragging of his cock. In and out. He begins to buck his hips up into you and you bounce at the sheer force of each of his thrusts, breast bouncing gloriously in front of him too as he eyes them.

You’re open mouthed panting in no time in rhythm with his thrusts as your eyes gloss over while looking into his golden ones. He searches your face before using force from his legs to start ramming into your spongy spot and you gasp, “fuck daddy wait!”

“Just wanna make you feel good pup, just let me…” He groans as he continues to fuck into your gspot, making you clench around him sporadically as you begin to moan, “i-if you keep thrusting there-

“You’ll cum? Good, cum for me and i'm not gonna stop either.” He states seriously as he picks up his pace, moving the hand he had around you to your hip and gripping it tightly as he enclosed you against the wall more. You had no choice but to take the harsh thrusts that he was giving you, each retraction taking the air from your lungs before the thrust to your spot delivered intoxicating pleasure.

Your fucking head was getting cloudy as you succumbed to the pleasure, sweat trickling down the valley of your breasts at the body heat you two were producing, the mere sight of you sruggling to determine what you should do makes him go feral. Gripping both of your hips, with a bruising glasp, he makes sure the top half of your back is still resting on the wall as he begins to bring you down on his dick while thrusting up.

“You look so fucking sexy like this! Shit, I love having you on my cock!” He is growling now as you moan incoherent sentences, clinging to him closely you decided on just nodding your head. Too fucked out for anything else as he dominated your throbbing core.

He moans loudly at this as he balls slap aggressively against your ass, “already fucked dumb, pup? Fuckkkkk just how I wanted you.” He says as you start to go weak from the pleasure of your orgasm staring to consume you, moving to place your head in between the crook of his neck. He doesn’t let you though, grabs you by the chin and forces your unfocused eyes to stay on him as drool trickles down your skin from your lolled out tongue.

How could he not watch you go dumb on his cock as he fucks your through your orgasm and into his. You two are going to be so sloppy when he’s done.

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                                                           TSUKIII

This fucking Psychopath mean and hard dom.

The most verbal degrader, but also lovesss to humiliate you too.

Just looks at you condescendingly, but is trying to hide his amusement.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart.” is pushing his glasses up with one hand.

Has the other hand buried two fingers deep in your needy cunt.

All you can do is whine because for fucks sake he won’t give you anything, but shallow thrusts. All because

“If you want more then fucking work for it!”

Has you fucking yourself on his fingers in an instant while he snickers and smirks  (still being mean) as if his hard on isn’t threatening to fucking cream his pants.

~

“TSUKIII!” You whine as you grip his wrist that is connected to the fingers inside your dripping cunt.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart” He states with a smirk as he gives you two sharp aimless thrusts into your cunt, making you whine louder.

“P-please just give me more! Stop being so mean!” You say as you look up at his shirtless frame. You know by the look on his face that he is having fun, that he enjoys seeing you so needy and you hate that you’re feeding into it. But it’s so hard, when he has been fingering you to the edge and stopping every time right before you could even release.

“You want more? Then fucking work for it, whore!” He says almost sadistically and you nod as you lift your hips up to meet his fingers. You begin to thrust up into his two nimble, long fingers as you clench around him. Your walls are thankful for the aggressive friction that you are finally getting after 3 near orgasms.

One particular rough thrust hits your g spot and you moan lewdly, tongue almost hanging completely out as you feel the familiar tingles of a strong orgasm. Just as you go to lift your hips up to ram into his fingers in the exact same way, his other hand is pressing you firmly down onto the mattress, halting your attempts.

You fucking choke on a sob as tears obscure your vision and he snickers, “Aw you’re such a crybaby!”

But seeing your flushed face and rising chest as your lip quivers, does it for him. And he’s a little mad at himself because you won and don’t even know it. I mean now he just has to fuck you- you just look so pretty, begging for him after he’s been so fucking mean to you. Crying. Gosh, it makes his dick twitch as precum trickles down to his balls.

Yep, now he’s gonna fuck that needy cunny and give you all that you wanted and then some.

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                                                      ATSUMU

Much like Tsuki, he is also a mean and hard dom, but actually has the ability to turn into a soft one.  

Loves to degrade too but because he loves feeling superior. 

Will be at his meanest when he just lost a match and Def takes it out on that cunt. 

Right after like right after the game, he has you riding him in the fucking car. 

Is being so mean too, “don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut?”

“Ride my fucking dick then!”

Once you amp it up though, fuck his tune switches so fast. “God yer so fuckin’ wet, gonna breed ya just right bc ya think ya can fuck me like this and get away with it?”

Like sir you were just… anyways he will hug you into his chest and mark your flesh up. 

Fills you to the brim while praising and then makes you sit with it leaking into your underwear all the way home 

~

“Come on slut, fully sit on it. I don’t care if it hurts!” Atsumu grumbles as he smacks your ass, making your legs quiver and a few more inches to slip further into your stretching sex.

He’s so big and that asshole barely prepared you before telling you to basically spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s only this mean when he loses and as much as you wish you could say you hate it, you don’t at all.

You love proving him wrong and he always tries to be right, the only difference is he is being meaner right now. That’s why he slams you the rest of the way down on his cock and has your eyes springing open as you arch and shake with a loud cry.

You can’t even express how full you feel or how it feels like he could’ve just broken you, but your pussy can. It’s gushing around him as if you just came, making a mess at his base and his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare cum yet, don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut!” He growls taking ahold of your neck with his large hand. You whine at this putting your two smaller hands around his forearm and shaking your head ‘no’, mind getting cloudy.

He sits up a bit, sweaty back unsticking from his leather seats as he gets inches from your face, still clenching your neck, grasping tighter even.

“Then. Ride. My. Fucking dick!” He snaps, eyes dark as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You feel so aroused at this point, grinding your hips into his as your walls scream from the weak prep.

He continues to spew mean shit at you, further stimulating you as you begin to ride him faster. He is slipping soon after, groans tumbling out of his mouth as you bounce on his cock like a rabbit.

Whines sharply when you start to clap your ass down on the dick before hugging you to his sweaty chest. Your hard nipples will drag against his skin as he keeps you embraced, strong arms around your back as he sucks purple marks into your skin. Will begin to fuck up into you as he moans, “ya can’t ride me like that and not expect me t-to fill ya up, pretty!”

Doesn’t care for your response, too lost in his own delirium, as he concentrated on ramming all that fat cock into your hole in attempts to get deeper and deeper. And when he hears you finally cry out about how, “ ‘TSUMU! YOU'RE TOO DEEP!”

He is emptying his balls into you, with an iron grip on your hips to keep you firmly planted on him as he repeats, “gonna fuckin’ bread ya! Bread ya so good… look at that cunt drinking it all up ah!…such a good girl.”

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                                                     OSAMU

Is the reverse of his brother- Is primarily a soft dom, but knows when to be a hard/ mean one.

Loves caressing you and giving you touches everywhere.

But is really good at commanding, does it calmly with hot lazy eyes. 

“Go a little faster… yea there ya go. Good.” 

“Don’t do that baby, ya wouldn’t want me mad right?”

Sometimes that is what you want thoe and you’re being such a brat that he understands too. 

That’s when he goes Dom, probably having enough of your bullshit.

Like if you’re teasing and disobeying him, per example, when you’re giving him head. 

Without warning will put a firm hand on the back of your head and push you forward roughly. 

Will fuck your face so meanly, scolding you about how, “this is what ya wanted.” 

~

“Come on, go a little faster baby.” Osamu commands and his matter of fact tone, the one he uses when he wants you to do something without protest, sends tingles to your cunt as you flutter your eyes up at him.

Deciding to obey this time, even though you know you want something a little more tonight, you begin sucking on his tip a little faster. He nods his head slowly, relishing the scene before him as he tilts his head back.

He’s really getting into it, baby loves when you suck him off on your knees. It always feels so good and he finds himself in this exact position. Head thrown back, eyes shut, one hand holding your makeshift ponytail, and the other on your cheek.

You love the look in his eyes, lustful and lazily hanging open as his pupils flicked down occasionally to drink in your movements. You were growing needy though, panties getting soaked as you rub your thighs together, sucking faster. His hums of approval indicated that he enjoyed this action as he wets his lips and rakes his fingers further through your hair.

Deviously you decided to take him in further and graze your teeth along his skin, something he loved but did not take kindly. It always made him feel way too good like he would cum way sooner than he would want to, so it pissed him off every time you did it. And you knew that it had worked now too when he let out a surprised hiss as you continued to lightly graze your teeth on his member. His breath is shaky as he lets go of the ponytail that he had formed to keep your hair out of your face.

“Fuckin’ mistake” he states seriosuly as his strong hand pushes on the back of your head, lunching you forward and making his cock fully slot itself in your throat. It hurt, it burned, and you were soaking yourself because of the pain. You loved when your daddy turned into such a meanie.

“Can never use yer fuckin’ words huh? Had to be a damn brat.” He grumbles as he starts to slam into your mouth, making tears trickle down the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with the brutal pace.

He is groaning by now, the force of his thrusts making the veins pop from his arms and legs as your thighs get wet with arousal, “ya like it that much, nasty girl, huh!” You try to tell him yes, but a quick slap to your cheek makes you moan like an absolute slut. It was not enough to hurt, just sting and utterly surprise you, but it was more than enough for you, “don’t fuckin talk when I'm blessing ya with a full mouth.”

His tone is still as calm as ever which makes your pussy throb even more as you nod rapidly, desperately, doe eyes looking up at him as he smirks slightly before continuing to stretch your throat with brutal snaps of his hips. When he begins to cum, he makes sure to thrust fully into you, on his tippy toes, as he firmly plants one hand on the back of your head while using the other to pinch your nose closed.

You cum untouched, choking on his seed and gasping for air as tears stream down your face. But all he says is “ya wanted this and ya liked it, my little masochist.” Osamu has no problem being a sadist for you.

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                                                HINATA

SERVICE DOM !!!

Such a precious baby (reminds me of Izuku) loves to eat you out, but because he really wants you to feel immense pleasure.

Is so attentive, sucks on your breasts, licks your inner thighs, places kisses on your ankles and legs before diving in.

Holds your hand while using the other to spread you apart.

“You taste so good baby.”

Is the type to shake his head from side to side while eating that pussy.

Will overstim you on accident at first, but realizes he loves how easy it is to reel orgasms out of you when you’re sensitive.

“Cum again for me please?”

Oral with him almost always leads to over stimming… both ways.

~

“Another kiss here… and here….here.” Hinata mumbles against your skin as you arch into the touch of his soft, wet lips. He started at your own lips, made his way down to sucking your neck and breasts, paying special care to your nipples. Sucks and nibbles on them for so long that you're wet and the buds are throbbing and sore.

He will then move down, dragging his tongue down your stomach, kissing your belly button, licking at your thighs before grabbing them. He spreads you open, groaning at how your cunt is seeping with arousal as he stands up, your legs on his shoulders while he admires you.

Will kiss your ankles as he rubs his underwear covered cock along your slit, collecting your slick and dampening the fabric. When he can no longer kiss your flesh or produce light touches here and there, too needy, he dives in and kisses your pussy.

“Sho!” You gasp as your hands fly to his hair, weaving into the orange tuffs as he licks a long flat tongue up your entire cunt. He’ll sigh against your puffy clit after this, amazed that he gets to taste you whenever he wants, and this starts the feast.

He starts to suck and nip at your folds, cute nose bumping against your clit which makes you squeal each time, “you taste so good baby.” He groans again as he reaches to hold your hand that abandoned his hair in favor of gripping the sheets. Your heart swells at the cute action as you grasp his warm hand back and he reallys starts to get lost in your soaking cunt.

So engrossed in tongue fuckng you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, he doesn’t register your slight warnings of, “S-sho you’re going too f-fast!” Because you weren't used to being touched and cared for so attentively, him being the first to do you like this, and your orgasm was approaching so fast it was shocking you.

Precum is rushing out of his cock when you start cumming on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. He starts to shake his head between your legs from side to side, further stimulating you and getting sloppier, as he gulps and slurps and continues to eat you out.

“TOO SENSITIVE!” You yell as you start squirming away, but his hold on your hand just gets tighter as he flicks his eyes up to you, “cum again for me please? I know my beautiful girl can…” He says, hot breath fanning your quivering cunt as his dark eyes look up at you. You whine at his words, but accept and he's back to over-stimulating you, using his tongue to weave through your folds and into your hole, rubbing your clit harder.

You gush so much for him by the end of the night. And he hasn’t even fucked you with that monster stamina yet.

[joshstambourine]

A Seconds Glance

"Hi I have a request for either Josh or Jake 💛 can I get a story where they see a girl, either at school or they can already be famous in this, and is instantly enamored. I don't know if you've seen The Virgin Suicides, but if you have then something similar to when Trip sees Lux for the first time. I'm interested in how those two would go about getting a girl's attention when they have a crush.💕💕💕" - Anonymous

//Hi Doll! I can’t say I have seen that--- but I will try my best to write something that I feel matches the idea you had. 

I’m gonna be repeating this forever--- but again, I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this request out for you! I decided to go with Josh being in school for this one.//

Warnings: Cursing, awkward beans

Word Count: 1969

Synopsis: Josh had never really believed in love at first sight... but yet....

Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

The first day of sophomore year. For most this was just the start of another school year; a sudden reminder that a new binder or fun pencil case is exciting for all of 10 minutes when it comes to actual classes and work. But for Josh… this year felt like it was filled with possibilities. It sounds like some sort of stupid thing you'd see on a motivational calendar, but it really truly did.

Josh hadn't imagined for a second that he actually would have a chance in making music his career; and yet, he had spent all summer with his band mates playing for different occasions and pubs. All the while they were working, working hard on writing songs that they could be proud to play for others.

All of that said, Josh was returning to high-school this year with a new found amount of confidence and excitement; it showed in every step Josh took. His one hand held loosely on to the arm of his backpack, walking in time with Jake.

"But what do you think? Would it look good on me?" Jake inquired, fingers lightly playing with the mid-length pieces of hair on his head.

"I mean… I don't know…" Josh lightly starts, glancing at his twin and begins to take a good long look at him.

Jake's eyes widened just a touch, his expression becoming one that said, 'Well…?'

"Uh… honestly I don't really know Jake. I've never seen you with anything else than this." Josh admits, then snickers a little, "Except for that one time when we decided it'd be fun to take those scissors and---"

"No, that's fine, I didn't need to think about that." Jake immediately stopped him, his hand going to take a full dive into his mess of dark brown hair. 

"Cmon, it was really funny though. Ma really lost her shit when she saw your head like that." Josh continued to muse, hands folding into his pockets with the utmost of ease. 

Jake shook his head in a mournful way, "I can say I will never go back to a buzz-cut again… not without a fight."

Josh's smile never faltered, it was his laughter that changed, softening into a bit of a sigh as they reached the double doors at the front of the school. With a swing of the doors they both were making their way down the hallway to their lockers.

"Meet by Mr.Shapiro's class before lunch?" Jake questioned, to which Josh nodded. No matter which school the twins went to the teachers seemed to know that the best course of action was to keep them separated. That said Josh and Jake always had separate homerooms at least, through most of their time in school.

"See ya in a bit." Josh waved, taking a few steps back before turning on his heels and heading to his own locker.

Josh's excitement to be back in class showed on his face more than he probably would have wanted. A few pencils in his hand along with a binder filled with blank paper and tucked away dividers.  

As soon as Josh stepped into the class room his eyes were met with many familiar faces. Some of these people he had been in school with since kindergarten; like Meg, a rather tall blunt faced girl with long kinky black hair. She simply threw a peace sign Josh's way as he stepped through the doors; he eagerly returned it, bringing a small smile to Meg's lips. 

With some brisk steps Josh moved to place himself at the back of the classroom, just behind Meg. He threw his things on his desk without much thought. Despite there being a good number of kids he knew... there seemed to be equally just as many new kids. 

Leaning on his desk Josh moved closer to Meg, "Where the hell did these guys come from?" 

Meg's brow lifted as she leaned back a little, "Know the high-school on the east side?" 

"The one where you can get crack for super cheap?" Josh inquired, 

Meg's head bobbed, "They closed it down, so now we get half the kids that went there." She explains with her head resting on her hand in a bored way. 

"Oh shit really? That's a lot of kids---" Josh was quick to respond, glancing around the room. 

"Oh yeah... way too many in my personal opinion --- not that anyone cares." Meg mutters, beginning to click her mechanical pencil. 

Josh's eyes were still taking in all the new faces as he started to respond, "Wow aren't we positive today." 

Meg sighed, "Eh.... I'm just not excited, Justin and I broke up over the summer and I'll have to see him in history." She began to explain, "Things are just really tense, yknow?" 

She waited a moment for him to give some comforting... but still idiotic response, however none came. It finally got Meg to turn and look at him, as she did she immediately noticed that Josh's eyes had widened just a touch, cheeks dusted a light pink. 

Meg followed the line of his eyes to a beautiful young woman. The expression he wore was more than enough to tell Meg that she should move. 

Josh was so busy just... taking the new girl in that he didn't even notice Meg slip to the free desk to the side of the one she was previously sat in. Josh just couldn't put his finger on it, there was something... something so breathtaking about her. Was it her eyes? Or maybe how her hair fell around her face? He couldn't be sure. What he was absolutely sure of was that he had never had a moment in his life where he could hear music just by looking at someone. 

"Hey... do you know if this desk is free?" A new voice shook Josh. It was her. She was standing at a desk to his left with a bit of an awkward air. 

He was just so shaken. What did she say again? Something about a desk? Josh's lips parted, "Uh--- I uh, what did you--?" 

"No that one isn't open, but the one just in front of my dude Josh is, right Josh?" Meg interrupted, pointing to the desk ahead of him. 

"Oh y-yeah, that one's open! Definitely 100% open! It couldn't be more open even if it tried!" Josh started spouting, he really wasn't even aware that his mouth had moved, and that was clear in the fact that it just kept moving when she had come to sit down. "Do you need any pencils at all?? I have like 20!" He continued, though his hand held one full sized pencil and one shorter than the average person's pinkie... both chewed on. "I mean not on me but--- who needs a pencil right?" 

The girl laughed a little awkwardly, her gaze moving from Josh to Meg and then to the desk. "No, no I'm okay thank you though." She slipped into the chair, keeping her gaze frontwards. 

Meg looks to Josh with a shocked look, 'What was that??' She mouthed, 

Josh responded with an absolutely mortified expression. He would never say he was the smoothest guy on the planet, but he had never been that awkward in his life. 

Meg shook her head before reaching out to tap the girl's shoulder, "I'm Meg!" She introduces, "And that goober is Josh." 

The girl lightly moved to glance over her shoulder at Josh in a shy way. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm (Y/N)." She hummed with a sweet smile. 

"That's a pretty name, isn't it Josh??" Meg quickly said, trying to get him to continue the conversation in a less awkward way.

Josh nodded very enthusiastically, "The prettiest name I've heard in a long time!" He said with a smile, 

(Y/N)'s cheeks began to hold a flush of their own. "Oh! Uh... th-thank you!" She sputtered out. 

'OH FUCK. She's so cute.' Josh thought to himself, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with a shaky swallow. 

Little did Josh know that (Y/N) was thinking something very similar. She might not make it as obvious as he was, but being so much closer now... being able to see the warmth in his brown eyes, seeing how his wavy brown hair came to cup his cheeks --- she couldn't help but continue to stare back at him. 

The only thing that could pull them both out of the little trance they had fallen into was the bell. Both of them quickly looked toward it, followed by a man's voice at the front of the class. 

"Alright everyone, take your seats!" 

(Y/N) was reluctant but she turned herself to look toward the front of the class. A little bit nervous, but mustering an ounce of courage she tore a piece of paper from her notebook quietly and began to scribble something down. 

Josh hardly got anything out of that language arts class, he was way too busy trying to figure out what excuse he could make to talk with (Y/N) again. He was just rattling through every little conversation starter he had ever heard in his life... but none of them felt like they would work. 

Before long the bell had rung overhead once more and everyone was shuffling to grab their things and head to all of their next classes. 

Biting his lip, Josh was determined to catch (Y/N) before she could head off to her own next class. Luckily for him she had a similar idea. Both turning to each other as they stepped out of the classroom, it was painfully quiet at first. It seemed as if they were trying to get their thoughts together really. 

Finally they spoke, 

"Hey would you---" "I was wondering if you'd---" 

At once. 

A small awkward laugh left their lips, "Please, go ahead I was going to say something dumb---" Josh quickly said moving to rub the back of his neck. 

(Y/N)'s lips parted as she let out and unsure chuckle, eyes moving downwards for a moment. "I was just going to ask if you would mind if I joined you for lunch? I just am new and don't really have any---" 

"Yes!" Josh quickly said, "Yes absolutely. You didn't even have to ask, you could have just showed up if you wanted to!" He quickly says to her. 

The speed he seemed to talk at entertained (Y/N) a heck of a lot. A smile creeping across her face, "Okay! Thank you!" She responded. 

"Do you know where the cafeteria is? I can show ya if you want??" Josh quickly continued, "I mean I'm sure you could find it on you're own, you seem very smart and capable. Most women are to be honest; I remember reading an article about how men need to---" 

"That would be really great actually." (Y/N) smiled in a gentle way. 'He's even more nervous than I am.' She thought to herself. 

"Oh-oh! Okay cool! Uh, do you know where Mr.Shapiro's class is?" He asks, 

(Y/N) seemed to think for a minute, "113... right? I have him for chemistry this afternoon I think." She mutters. 

Josh swiftly nods his head, "That's the one!! Meet me there okay?" He says. 

(Y/N) nodded back, understanding the little plan they now had. "I'll see you in a little bit then?" She lightly asks. 

"Yeah absolutely." Josh began to grin, suddenly beyond excited. Even as she began to walk off to her class all he could think about was how sure he was now that this year was going to be fantastic. 

That was until a warning bell played overhead, "Oh shit--" Josh jumped in shock, immediately beginning to run to his next class.

//That's all for now lovely! I do actually have an idea on how to continue this one if anyone would like! Pretty please let me know in the comments if that's something you guys would like 💜//

[imorphemi]

Season of Comfort

Uhh, no heading I think is what's going on because I am on my phone because I am supposed to be sleeping but shhh

Anyways, the general idea plot thing was a group of friends getting together for a sleepover! Peak vibes of hot chocolate with marshmallows, cozy fireplaces, soft pillows and warm blankets! Pajamas plushies and messy hair galore!

(I also do not know how to put cuts on mobile so uh apologies for the potential long post)

Since treehouses were taken I think it would be neat if this took place in a small cave hideout. I mean the cozy hideouts already there, why wouldn't there be more? Perhaps it's connected as well. I considered having it take place in another small town but I didn't really know how that would work worldbuilding and gamewise

There's kind of no plot to this season, you just watch and play along with the friends as they play games, eat food, have fun. Pillow fights? Hide n seek? Possible illegal magic usage? Fun for the whole friend group! I also think it would be cool to display all the friend dynamics, like the mom friend, the dumb(affectionate) one, the extrovert, yknow! These are probably gonna be kids like the assembly crew, maybe a bit older perhaps? Although if these kids are allowed to perform construction without adult supervision, they're probably in their late teens or something instead, maybe some are technically adults. Then again, we don't really know this culture's uh rules per say on children

I also considered the plot being that one of the friends (who would be the seasonal guide) would have depression and you follow each of their friends helping them through and giving them comfort. I do like it but I wasn't really sure how I would convey it, yknow?

Anyways, as for cosmetics, plushies would be the main stars of all the available ones lmao. So far the ones I have in mind are manta, at least one bird, fish, crab, rabbit, tiger, lion, and ox. I would include a teddy bear but the current lack of anything that would tell us that a bear had existed in this universe makes me lean away from that unfortunately

Btw the tiger plush is super big. Like one of those jumbo-sized bears. Everyone has a lot of fun with them haha

Ooh a nightlight for a prop would be really cute too

Quilt capes! Blanket capes!

Not much for masks, maybe an eye mask lmao (AUTOCORRECT MADE IT BECOME EYE MANSLAUGHTER WTH???)

As for hairs, I'm thinking a lot of fluffy hair. There should be more short fluffy hairs. Like just really messy bed hair would be adorable. I also think it would be funny if one of them had those like moon nightcaps with fluff and matching moon star pajamas

Speaking of pajamas, there's gotta be at least two sets. Maybe one is the classic like shirt and pants set and the other is a pretty nightgown. Because I still want a skirt tgc give us long pretty skirts

Uhh ultimate gift? Giant plush toy, and maybe another set of pajamas? Not sure yet haha

Anyways gnight love y'all

[harryswatermelonsegment]

Pool Party

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles

Rating: R, text book smut

Word Count: 5k 😳

Warnings: Slight sub/dom tones I guess? & alcohol consumption

A/N: Sorry this is late, life somewhat resuming here in the UK so it means I’m back at my job. I managed to fall asleep mid edit folks 😳, this is my entry for the @helladirections Summer Feeling Fic Challenge, with the prompt “pool party” click the link for the masterlist. I’m still writing two more, one for @berrynarrybanana ‘s Sex Bucketlist Challenge but it’s turning out to be a 20k slow burn I wasn’t expecting ��.Oops. But enjoy this one, I’m proud of her. My one other blatant thirst fic can be found here. Reblogs get free gratitude for the next 5 years 🍉💕

You'd been friends with Jeff since your teens, when his parents (despite their wealth), wanted him to get a job at the restaurant you worked at. In their rightful thinking, they wanted him to learn you had to work from the ground up.

Despite your clearly different class background you found a ton of common interests making the whole thing immaterial. He was a caring, down to earth guy and you were both people who really enjoyed sarcastically taunting each other every shift. You'd got used to visiting his house in the hills even though you'd been scared to get lost at first around his parents large house. Becoming solid friends quickly, you'd managed to keep in touch, as much as adult life would now allow anyway.

You knew his main role was managing a pop star but you'd not caught up in a minute and when you did, you kept your job chat out of the conversation where you could. This is why, as you barge through the kitchen, to the pool outside, you're shocked to nearly knock a stunned Harry Styles onto his behind.

"Fuck, shit I'm so sorry" you clutch your chest looking at the red wine on his tank top and his now empty glass. The soiled garment was tucked into some dressy shorts and partly covered by a loud hawaiian patterned shirt. Oh god what had you done?

You were quite honestly mortified. You'd never actually met the man himself, usually meeting Jeff at his for a few drinks or at a restaurant. You'd heard him mentioned in stories about travelling or how his campaigns were running Jeff into the ground with meetings. So, although you weren't a massive fan of his per se, in the way you didn't ask Jeff for updates or info, the way you'd hope you'd meet the attractive pop star was definitely not this.

He looked down at the offending stain then back up into your eyes, keeping his head angled down and blinking through his lashes. You couldn't read his blank expression and it put you on edge.

Maybe it was the heat trapped in the doorway, but as your eyes stayed locked you suddenly felt a fire spread from your navel up to your cheeks, and then from your center down to your toes. Your lower stomach clenched as you stared back at the guy covered in a good 2007 French rouge.

Fuck me he's pretty, you thought.

A rapid film reel of moments; sweaty bodies, those large biceps holding you against the nearest wall, smacking of lips against skin and moans of release flashed in your brain.

It had definitely been a while since you had got laid in your defense, your mood and pent up sexual frustration getting worse by the day as you tried and failed at the L. A. dating scene. Maybe you were picky, but horny and picky was an awful place to be.

However, the reality of the embarrassing scene you were currently a star of, flipped you back into the present.

Seemingly over the initial incident and hopefully not a mind reader to your thirsty brain, he takes you in and smirks.

Harry knew from the way your breathing hitched looking at his torso that you were at least a bit interested. He had clocked you the second you walked in through the big glass doors. A shirt of a band he liked and a natural beauty he wanted to spend some times with you he pondered. Ideally naked.

Zig zagging across the world promoting the album and had left little time to enjoy another person. Status and obligation to his job making it hard to just go out and meet someone. But here you were, dressed unlike anyone else, looking absolutely adorable in your embarrassment. You must be trustworthy if you're in Jeff's home,he wasn't a "bring your friends too" kind of host with his clients usually around.

This could be a fun evening for you both, he thought. Something unspoken, almost magnetic, drawing you both to one another. Surely that wasn't all his side right?

"I was told it was a good year, but I wasn't planning on consuming it quite this way?" inwardly he rolled his eyes at the barely there quip. But you laughed anyway.

"I am so, so awfully sorry, look, let's see if there's some dish liquid or something, possibly some of my next months rent in there too if I have to replace it" you let out a nervous laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. But in all honesty you weren't kidding.

Harry laughed at your sarcastic remark, impressed by your confidence in owning the situation and getting on with things. He casually watched your hips sway past a few people in to the open plan kitchen with as much subtlety as he could, you were confidentially locating all the parts needed to try and remove the offending stain.

"You seem to know your way around 'ere. I'm er…I'm Harry by the way" awkwardly waving as you mixed some solution in the sink drenching a sponge in it.

"Yeah" you smiled turning from the sink with the damp rag "known Jeff a good while, have definitely spilt red wine here before. I'm Y/N" you giggle. The beam from his own mouth matching.

"Ah! Y/N, of course, I've heard him mention you, didn't you once hide rotting mackerel in a unpleasant guys blazer?" he chuckled

"Heyyyy. Only after he spanked my ass getting him the check. Deserved a hot plate to the crotch too" you shot back.

You weren't sure where to go from here the thought of wetting down the white tank yourself definitely appealed but also seemed far too forward.

"Um…" you began gesturing with the sponge in your hand. You expected him to take it from you to sort himself out but..

"Oh yeah sorry" he replied shimmying his shirt off, dumping it on the back of a bar stool, then, crossing his arms across his stomach and lifting the tank top over his head you were slack jawed and frozen taking in the lean muscles and tattoos littered intermittently across his abdomen. He spread the top across the islands worktop flat, then grabbing the sponge with a simple "thanks" and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration as he tried to rid the dull red mark from it's center.

You still hadn't moved. A pink twinge to your cheeks as you watched his shoulder blades and back muscles scrubbing. Dirty thoughts circling your brain still.

"I would have helped you but I didn't want to start a wet tshirt contest in such a high end establishment yknow?" you thought out loud.

"Oh yeah, good call. I'm fiercely competitive Y/N so would probably be under that fancy waterfall thing by now showing off m'moves in my pants" he wiggles his hips trying to suggestively show you his "moves" but you can't help but smirk at just how endearing this man is. Dammit.

When he's finished with his shirt he drapes it over another barstool before handing you the sponge back.

If anyone asks him if he blatantly and deliberately got naked to gauge if you were into him he'd definitely deny it. But the truth is, he definitely did. Luckily for him, with the way you bite your lip and drag your eyes down his flesh as he brushes past your side to get back to the sink, he's right.

"Speaking of getting in the water in your" you use air quotes "'pants' I'm off to get out of mine" you declare, pushing yourself from the counter and keeping eye contact a second as you stroll back to the sliding doors leading to the pool.

"I… What??"

" The pool Harry?.... What did you think I meant?" you narrow your eyes and press your lips together before shutting the glass door again and turning once more to smirk at the opened mouthed man still by the sink.

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You'd been schmoozing in the water for a few hours now. There were probably only 20 or so people still here and the 3rd frozen marg had got you buzzed. You were in the small hot tub type pool, attached at the top of the main one on a slightly higher level. You hadn't seen Harry for a while but the last few times you caught his eye he'd been surrounded by at least 3 other people fighting for his attention, so you banked your flirtations to soothe your own ego, grabbed another marg and tried to forget about how he had started a tornado inside you, yearning for his hands on your thighs and head peering up at you from where they met in the middle. The strong pull of lust was clearly in your head then. What a shame.

You put it to the back of your mind as you finished catching up with Glenne. Both flushed and giggly as usual, she was the perfect match for Jeff and their chemistry unmatchable. You always enjoyed hanging out with the both of them, if anything, they gave you hope your own match may be out there. She left you in the tub alone, as she went to grab herself another drink and check on her host duties boyfriend.

"Don't you find drinking whilst already in water the weirdest thing?" you look up to find Harry standing over your right shoulder as you sit with your back against the pool wall and your elbows propping you up behind you, drink in one hand. His eyes unsubtley slip down to where your breasts lay pushed together in your halter neck bikini. You definitely weren't imagining it then. Fucking fantastic, you think.

"I mean drowning yourself on the inside from the alcohol and being in more than 4 inches of water really adds a danger element to my life if I'm honest" you reply sipping your drink.

And there goes those dimples again.

He's just in a pair of yellow swimming shorts now which doesn't help the alcohol flush at all. Sitting by your right side, putting his short glass full of amber liquid and ice, on the side of the pool and sliding in to join you. He leaves a small gap, as to not appear a total letch but your smart mouth has him hooked.

Taking a sip of his drink with the water up to his collar bones he hums.

"I do feel incredibly dangerous now, you've got a point"

"I mean if you think that's danger" you edge closer, not drunk but buzzed enough to take your chances you whisper into the shell of his ear. "You should see what thrills are in the guest bathroom. 1st floor on the right? " he chokes on his drink as your suggestive whispers make his dick twitch. He definitely couldn't get out of the pool for a while.

You're gone before you get a verbal reaction. If this all goes badly then you can just hide in there and slip out to an Uber and never see Jeff again right? Right. Cool.

With a soft white towel around you and your heart rate high as you reach the main guest bedroom you enter the room, you notice a large weekend bag in there and freeze. Shit. Someone's staying over, you hadn't factored that in, but a glance to the tag and the embossed H. E. S tells you you're good. Well, if not you'll just be a creep hiding in someone's bathroom but let's not think about it too much. Your faux confidence was working well so far and what other chance was going to arise like this one? Hot celebrities need fun with strangers too right?

Entering the bathroom you rub the towel over you, leaving mostly dry skin. You'd peel away your bikini if you were definite you wouldn't need to peel it back up your limbs should this plan backfire. You move to the mirror to adjust the black flecks from your minimal makeup dispersing under your eye and just as you're about to smooth down the stray baby hairs that humidity has got to around your face, you see Harry appear in the mirror behind you. Your belly flipping over and over with the thrill he'd took the bait.

Wasting no time he smirks and holds your gaze, wrapping his hands around your waist whilst his lips attach to the junction of your neck and collarbone. His tongue drags over your soft skin and he licks and softly sucks swirls onto it with his plush lips.

"Hm. You're right. This is a more fun type of danger" he says between kisses but before he's even finished his sentence you've spun around in his arms.

The bottom of your spine cold against the marble countertop, arms around his neck as you smash your lips into one another's with urgency. Tongues and wet noises as you get to know one another through your bodies alone.

He runs his hands down your back and presses his hard length against your thigh. He's definitely packing you think as you lift up a little rub your pubic bone against his front, panting out a little moan as the sweet friction of your bodies colliding sends you into overdrive. Catching the noise through your parted lips he gently tugs on the bottom one, teeth grazing the supple flesh. This combined with his large palms kneading your ass and pulling you further, tighter, into the roll of his hips. Only two layers of damp clothing separate you,forcing your lips to break from his mouth and fully moan, not caring who may be around. You could not remember the last time a perfect stranger knew your body quite this well.

His own grunts were speeding up when he suddenly grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you up beside the sink, you gasp in shock but it was more the way the lean man thrusted you up there like it was nothing. What else could he do? You expect him to go back to kissing you but instead he pulls back with his rock hard erection outlined in the wet shorts he still has on. Looking at you dead in the eyes both raging with lust and concern. Whilst you try not to worry how you were going to accommodate him inside your tight walls.

"Is this…? I mean, you want this too right?" his hands are resting at either side of your parted thighs. You nod. "Need you to say it Y/N" he steps forward, lips wet and brushes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip that was now puffy and pink from the earlier biting. He knew you were down to fuck, but now he wanted to test your preferences. What kind of fun you were about to have shall we say. So when you lick his thumb tip, holding his fist still and grazing your wet tongue up and down from knuckle to tip before closing your eyes and humming around the entire digit, he knew you were both in for a good time.

Removing the thumb he whispers a barely audible "fuck me" before smashing your lips back together, tongues massaging together as he peels your underwear to the side with his hand swiftly and presses digit you'd lubricated with your mouth against your clit, moving it fast from side to side with just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin. Gasping, you throw your head back, hands clasped around his neck as you lean back and feel yourself start to leak a little with arousal. The few spots dripping down on to the counter.

You could say it had been a while but really this guy was moving his way round your body in the same way you tune a guitar in key. Calloused fingers applying the right amount of pressure as you felt yourself start to get to the edge already. He was kissing down the front if your chest, between your breasts, not missing a beat when he pushed both triangles of your bikini aside and you moaned loudly as he kissed and sucked hard around your nipple, tentatively pulling it between his teeth firmly, the sound you let out made him clamp a little harder before sucking in the whole nipple again, soothing the skin his tongue. Most likely leaving a mark behind, but you kind of liked the idea of proof he'd been devouring you in all honesty.

You were becoming blissed out from all the stimulation. Clenching and moving your hips around nothing but this magical thumb working your clit up and down hard. You were overcome with this whole situation playing out the way it had. You broke away from his mouth again.

"Oh fuck.. Harry, I'm… FuckFuck I'm going to come, I'm gonna fucking… Ahhh" he pulled back one arm steadying you as your head hit the mirror behind you in your release. He just watched you and slowed his thumb down watching as the liquid cascaded onto the counter.

After you'd come down you open your eyes and shyly smiled before kissing him passionately, his hands moving around your waist tightly. You moved your hand to his shorts, teasingly grazing the outline of his cock between your fingers in hopes of repaying the favour. He does a single throaty laugh and removes your hand, holding himself against his thigh. You look at him in confusion when he splutters,

"Sorry, sorry its just I'm going t'blow my load if you touch me." then he's back on your lips "Too. Fucking. Sexy" he says between wet kisses to your jaw, neck and clavicle. "Wanted to do this since I first set eyes on you" one hand is on the back of his neck twisting nape curls between your fist whilst the other rests behind you, stopping you from hitting your head on the mirror again.

"Oh yeah? Before or after I ruined your clothes?" you laugh teasingly as he slides his hands around your back to finally remove the bikini top properly, lifting it up over your head and tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. He let's a laugh out himself completely entranced still by how natural you are around him, it was often hard to connect with strangers in his position.

"I'd spotted you walking in, was trying to open the door for you m'love" he says before sucking a red mark into your breast and massaging and pulling the other nipple slightly with his hand.

You struggle through sharp intakes of breath for a reply.

"Well….ah...that's what chivalry.. Oh.. Get's you these days I guess" and you're both laughing a little.

"Hmm. Have to try harder with my manners then won't I? I mean, I've got to clear up the mess I've made here" he cups his hand against your pussy rubbing it up and down a little with his palm. You let out a guttural noise at the friction. "Ladies first and all'tha too right?" he giggles again at himself.

You're practically cumming right then, you couldn't remember the last time someone actually went down on you. Your previous boyfriend not particularly into offering you foreplay. A main point of why he didn't stick around too long.

Harry kisses down your abdomen now, soft sloppy, sensual pecks, humming into your skin every so often in appreciation as he works at removing your soaked bikini bottoms with his hands, pushing them down to your knees before you help, letting them fall from the remaining ankle to the ground.

Harry is moving far too slow for you, kissing across each hip down to the top of your slit, breathing over where you desperately need him before paying the other side the same attention. Then he's licking up each crease where your thigh meets your pelvis.

"Y/N, just.. Just turn, that's it and lean back as far as you can there, shuffle forward until can't balance anymore" you shift your ass as forward as possible on the lip of the sink and prop yourself up on your elbows trying to be as flat as possible on the cold counter as you could, your toes behind the sink with one foot the other dangling over the edge. You keep you thighs open as Harry hunches over the counter where you now lay diagonal. He places his arms under your thighs and bends your legs flat out as he can stretch you, you're expecting some more teasing but he just looks down at your pussy licking over his lips and almost whining before burying his tongue inside you immediately. The force of his tongue lapping up your previous climax causes you once again to knock the side of your head against the mirrored wall. You turn and watch the scene almost as a spectator, witnessing yourself bare to this beautiful man, curly brown hair between your fists and making sounds like he's savouring every taste. He catches you watching before taking his mouth off you, immediately, you're whining in protest.

"Watch my eyes not my reflection baby, I'm right here"

His authoritative tone eclipsing every thought you had about the casual nickname, you stared down at the wonderful site of him lapping and suckling on your clit. Pointed tongue and firm laps against the swollen button. He then starts lapping up at your glistening hole,unhooking an arm to spread your lips open between his fingers and licking right from the bottom to the top with all the sloppy wet noises involved. He was feeling you contract as he locked faster and faster over you. His tongue deserved an award never mind his music. You couldn't believe you were on the brink of a second orgasm so quickly but when he sunk his middle finger into you at the same pace his tongue was working at, you were screaming his name into the extractor fan above before you knew it. You felt waves of liquid cascade from your pussy as he gently lapped up the produce of his work from you. You flinched in overstimulation but he cleaned up every last drop tenderly before carefully closing your legs and pivoting you round to your previous sitting up position on the counter. Neither of you had spoken a word since you came but as he leads your arms to drape over your shoulders, holding your fucked out body against his chest whilst peppering your temple with soft pecks . Then he kisses you intensely, letting you taste the sweet juices of yourself on his lips. You hummed in approval of the sweet taste as you came round.

A few minutes of carnal making out and things were heating up again. Your hands cupping his jaw then sliding to graze fingernails up and down his back, digging them in a little harder now and again and causing goosebumps to pierce through the skin rapidly under your touch.

You could feel him swallowing down grunts from the friction he was getting from his shorts covered cock brushing up and down between your slick folds.

He'd made you cum twice. Hard. He always got off of making his partners cum of course, so he was feeling beyond turned on and the slight heat of your glistening folds against his length was almostvsending him over the edge.

"I want you inside me" you whispered against his lips desperately.

No sooner had you said the words, his left hand was frantically searching through the vanities top drawer in hope. Finding a packet, checking the date quickly then tearing it between his teeth, spitting the seal onto the floor and pushing his shorts to his ankles, stepping out of them at speed before kicking them away.

He smirked when he caught your eyes bulge at his cock. He knew it was above average but the reaction was always a further compliment he thought.

Stepping forward he put on a show of putting the condom on, first rubbing the drops of sticky pre cum at the head and down his length keeping his eyes locked to yours as you wriggled on the counter with anticipation. He whined a little as it squeezed him rolling it on, so red and over sensitive from turning you on. So that's why, when you grabbed for it, he stilled your hand. Dimples appearing back in his cheeks as you looked again in confusion. He kisses you, languishing the moment before grabbing you forward from the countertop to the floor again, still keeping your lips attached. He lightly grips at your hips and turns you round to face the mirror once more.

Harry lightly grabs your throat, and the way you whimper and push your ass back against him, makes him mentally bank that idea for later perhaps. He runs his left hand up the column of your neck lightly holding your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him with his hand on your face and the other already working up and down your folds.

"I want you to watch us. Want you to watch yourself come apart. Want to watch you cum around my cock yeah? " he whispers in your ear. You noticeably shiver with excitement of what's to come.

"Please Harry, please, need it, need you."

You watch yourself babble and beg for his cock. The pathetic whimper from yourself as you try and circle your ass into his crotch again to encourage it happening. You were never patient and he's driving you insane here.

Bringing two fingers infront of your lips as you watch yourself in the mirror he looks you dead in the eye through the reflection.

"Spit" so you do, "good girl" he says kissing your cheek. His saliva lubed fingers are back rubbing your clit quickly whilst his knee nudges the back of yours to spread your feet wider as he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders. When he pauses next you're not expecting the hard thrust of him entering you entirely, sure you were dripping wet with the result of two orgasms but you cry out in a mix of stretch and pleasure as he pounds into you at a furious pace. His spare hand not on your clit is holding the bottom of your spine down as he keeps up his rhythm. His pace was that of a man desperate for release after watching you fall apart on his fingers and tongue. The build up meant he was already close as you tight walls fluttered around him. He pleads with you to stop tightening your walls around him or he's not going to last he whimpers.

You were already close again, you'd never cum this many times or this quickly in your life but you were ready for another round and by the sounds of him and the stutter his pace kept slipping you knew he was close too.

You quickly removed his hand, sucking your own fingers into your mouth to replace his own at your clit.

"M'gonna cum, but… OhOh fuck.. But need you harder. Deeper" you manage to get out.

He grunts a curse before squeezing your hips at a pressure that will leave marks tomorrow but the delight in the speed he was now able to snap his hips against the swells of your ass, was well worth it. It only took a few more seconds with the fingers that knew you best, for you to gush against his cock. Feeling absolutely exhausted you slump your sweaty chest onto the cold counter.

His orgasm taking him by surprise when you clenched up to milk him dry. He all but shouts your name as his hips stutter and you feel the warmth of his cum fill the one barrier between you.

His lips were back on your sweaty neck for a second whilst he disposed of the used condom. He ran the walk in shower and wordlessly you took his offered hand to join him under the hot spray. You'd never had an encounter end like this before not that you were a seasoned professional but after 3 orgasms the way his hands moved round your body under the water, washing away your antics with sweet strawberry-banana smelling suds on the flannel, left you with a warm floaty feeling the worn off alcohol never had.

He gently wipes your makeup from under your eyes then, smiling at the cute way your nose wrinkles slightly as he rubs at each eyebrow.

"I don't even have words" you finally laugh out blushing, not able to stand his gauge as you say it.

"Oh. So that's how to make that smart mouth o'yours stop is it? " he grins, you gasp in mock offense and go to say something but going under your chin with his thumb with his forefinger to connect your lips under the warm water spray he kisses you when you pull away you can't help but ask.

"So does this make us even on one ruined fancy vest then?"

"Hmmmm" he ponders with both hands on your face looking at the ceiling out if the falling water. " I'm not sure, I mean it was a custom, pretty high going rate those yeah"

"Yeahhhh you're right, you're right. Better factor in the cost of the custom job then hadn't I huh?"

You hurriedly sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

[huniebunny]

Heya! If it's alright, I'd like to request a TF2 matchup. I'm a 17 y.o. cishet female and I'm heterosexual. I am 5'2" and have been stuck at that height for several years now. Although being short does have some advantages. I do sometimes wish I could reach the things a top shelf without having to stand on my toes or climb on things to reach them. I'm half White and half Filipino. Some people have mistaken me for being Hispanic before, though. Also, I wear glasses. My eyes are dark brown, my hair is the same color and is also short. Not short enough to be a boy cut, though. It's more like a pixie cut but slightly longer, if that makes sense. Also, not sure if these are relevant or of they'll mean anything but I'm a Libra and an INTJ. I saw other people including their zodiacs and stuff in so I figured "Eh, why not?"

Personality wise, I tend to keep to myself more. The weird thing though is that while I prefer being alone, my social life is actually pretty decent. I think it might just be that way because I've known my acquaintances for a long time, though. I still tend to gravitate towards being by myself in a room full of people, but I usually don't really mind too much if someone wants to talk to me. I've got a small circle of friends, and it is made up of people I've known and had a friendship with since either elementary or middle school. I don't have a best friend, though. I had one from elementary to around middle school, but we fell out and ended up eventually becoming acquaintances, then strangers with a past. It was upsetting and the time, but I've gotten over it since then.

For my hobbies, I usually either draw, listen to music, watch YouTube, or just scroll on social media/lurk on the internet somewhere. I also play instruments. Sometimes it's band related and sometimes it's songs I looked up on youtube. I used to be a trumpet, then I switched over to percussion and have been playing it ever since. I own an electric keyboard and electric drum set. As for some other things about me:

• I hold doors open for people out of habit even if they're a bit far from the door, and this sometimes causes me to get stuck holding the door for multiple people at a time.

• I have a habit of cracking my knuckles, fingers and neck. The pops are loud and it freaks out some of my friends sometimes.

• I used to do TaeKwonDo. I had to stop because I started having less and less time for it. I also stoped finding it fun. I don't really like talking about much because I always feel like I'm bragging in a way.

• If it's a friend, I will openly share things I am interested in. Sometimes, I'll end up getting them interested in the things I like, too. With other people, I tend to be vague about my interests and not really talk about them. I'm not afraid of being judged, but it just feels weird to tell someone I'm not really close with about things I like for some reason.

• Since I am short, I occasionally like to hide in places of I can fit in them. I don't usually hide for very long, though.

• I spend most of my time in my bedroom.

• I tend to be jumpy. Someone could do something like opening the door to my room, and regardless of whether they had knocked first or not, I would still be a bit startled.

• I like to playfully tease my friends sometimes. I also just like making them laugh and stuff.

• I consider myself book smart, but I do have my dumb moments sometimes. One time (even though it was obviously false) I thought I read something about cows laying eggs and I genuinely believed for a moment that "what the fuck cows lay eggs" then immediately after that I realize that I was being dumb. Cows obviously don't lay eggs. Why did I think that they did?

[When I was reading those extra points, I relate so hard. Not really with Taekwondo, but like the door thing and only talking about interests with friends, yknow]

You’re Matched With…

Spy !!!

What's your relationship to them?

Lover | Friend | Family | Acquaintance | Annoyance | Rival | Enemy

How did you meet?

He met you through one of these small parties, years before he entered Team Fortress. He thinks of you on occasion, but has lost track of your contact over the years.

First impressions?

He knew his age and knew you were much too young, on top of the fact you wouldn’t have the information he needed. He kept your meeting brief and polite.

General Dynamic:

When he was able to meet you again, he was taken back by how much you’d grown and changed.

He caught up with you, a little more comfortable that you were older, but still well aware of the age gap.

This man is the epitome of that “cool uncle” vibe towards you. He gets you expensive gifts based on your current interest with music.

He keeps Scout as far away as possible from you, but tightly holds the back of his neck to remind him of being polite.

As much you don’t know about him, he knows similarly little about you and that’s fine with him.

The two of you can simply sit somewhere quiet and not talk. In fact, that’s his favorite quality time with you. Knowing you’re there because you want to be and nothing needs to be said about it.

[thotsforvillainrights]

May i request some smutty HC's(or whatever) with Tabe, Hojo, Katsukame, and Sakaki? Like, where they prefer to do it, do they prefer a dom or sub S/O, are they okay with/how they feel about pegging, fav positions, what gets them going etc. anything is fine uwu. I'm sorry that this is a weird ask and that I chose a weird selection. They need some love. BTW, you don't have to do this if you feel uncomfortable. Have a good day💜

(Let’s go I love this! This is my first time doing smut for these boys I think, so I’m excited to see how it’ll turn out. The sad news is that even though I recently added Tabe and Hojo to my smut list, I still hadn’t added Katsukame or Sakaki. To see the updated list by the way, it’s in my bio! Hope I haven’t disappointed anyone!)

~Tabe/Hojo Smut Headcanons~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

~Tabe~

-He really hasn’t felt anything akin to sexual interest until he met you. In fact, he didn’t really develop sexual urges until he had fully fallen in love with you. After the love came, the sudden urges came on and he was finally seeing sex for what it could be between you two...something special and intimate. Don’t get him wrong or anything! He knows intimacy can be found in other ways but at this point he’s really interested in doing it with you. I think once you realize this, you take things slow for your first time and oh my God Tabe will do anything to feel that intense please again and again.

-Personally he prefers to do it in the secrecy of his own home with you but if you’re the type to do public stuff then who is he to turn you down? The temptation from you is just far too strong sometimes. He’ll find himself in a rather compromising position wherever you lay on the naughtiness at. He simply can’t control himself! As Tabe would put it: feeling your skin against him is like an all you can eat buffet with no price tag attached. In other words: your body is his heaven.

-Does he prefer Dom or Sub? It doesn’t matter to him! But don’t expect him to be any kind of rough with you because he simply can’t bring himself to do it to you. I’d say he leans more on the side with a partner that leads in the bedroom so he doesn’t need to do all the serious world. He’s not lazy, Sorimitsu just doesn’t think he’s capable of that kind of thing just yet. Since he’s more of a pillow princess letting you take control then that goes hand in hand with his opinion on pegging. Go ahead and give it all you got but be gentle, he’s a little sensitive!

-Tabe’s fave position is missionary. Sounds mega boring but he likes looking into your eyes while you two do it. It really breaches the line between fucking and making love. When looking into you eyes during the act goes on, he feels a bit more connected to you. It makes him feel the moment is more special and his heart swells with love and affection for you, as well as pride when knowing it’s him that makes you feel this good. Looking in your eyes is also an excellent way to get him going before the act as well. The look in your eyes when you’re flirting with him says a million words even if your mouth is silent. When you give him that nasty look, he knows it’s about to go down.

~Hojo~

-He’s so respectful to you for the most part. He’s doing his best to keep up with that reputation, but you just love fucking him up with the way you tease him. There’s only so much a man can take before he cracks. You know this too, that’s why you always love trying to bring out the beast in him. In fact, from the very first moment you two had sex for the first time it was YOU that started it. Hojo remembers that night very clearly too. The way you smirked at him when you ran your hand smoothly up his chest and unbuttoned his already open shirt. Then that damn batting of your lashes. Shit...Hojo really lost himself in you that night. 

-That was the only time you guys did it outside of your own apartment. Usually he’ll get down to business in the bedroom, but sometimes you find yourselves in other places. Sometimes the couch, or maybe the kitchen counter or table. Other times you might be on the floor of the hallway or even in the bathroom. Very rarely you might do it in the car but this is very very rare, like maybe twice every 6 months or less. This doesn’t mean it’s any less spicy though!

-Hojo loves you no matter what but he’s most definitely the dominant one in the relationship right now (and probably always). He’s the one that grips your wrists while he’s rocking his hips into you firmly and watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. He’s the one tying you to bed with his tie and teasing you until tears appear in the corners of your eyes while you beg him to touch you. He’s the one popping you on the ass and talking dirty to you until you finish right in front of him. Despite all of this, he’s the king of aftercare with you. He holds you close, cuddles you, and kisses you as if he hasn’t seen you in forever. He’s right back in gentlemen mode now so don’t worry lol.

-Even though he’s real nasty in the sheets, he’s not a fan of pegging sadly. Like he tried it once or twice for you but he can’t vibe with it. Nothing is going up his ass again even if it’s you trying it. He’ll apologize a million times over but I’m sure you’re okay with it. After all, it’s all about compromise in the bedroom between you two. The love is there and it never weakens so no worries. Despite him not being down for you pegging him, he’s down for it being the other way around if you don’t mind lol. His fave position is doggy style. It feels a bit raunchy when he can slightly push your face into the pillows while he hits it from behind yknow? And nothing gets him going more than that behind of yours. Doesn’t matter the size of it. Big or small, flat or plump, it’s a part of you that he absolutely loves. That’s why when you really wanna tease him, all you have to do is bend over and let him get a good view of it.  

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[another-dr-another]

ask to see weapon? it sounds. shaped for sure!

Maeda, narrating - ...Tsurugi doesn't have pockets, does he?

Maeda - So while he was off helping Iranami, what did he do with the weapon?

Maeda - "Okay Iranami, lemme look at your cut- no don't worry about the stabby I'm holding it's okay."

~*~

//Maeda looks behind Tsurugi to see the blood stained shrapnel on the floor- Tsurugi takes care to place it on top of his bandages, before making eye contact with Maeda.

Tsurugi - ...So I'm less likely to forget it!

Maeda - Oh! Alright, that makes sense.

Maeda - Uhm... what is it though?

Tsurugi - ...Really?

Maeda - W-whats that supposed to mean?!

Tsurugi - Nothing! It's nothing! You haven't looked around that much so it's okay!

Tsurugi - Oh... you also didn't set up... hm hm~

Tsurugi - Anyways! Here you go- be careful, okay?

Tsurugi - See how I'm grabbing it by the middle, and not letting my hand touch the edges?

Tsurugi - You do that too! Don't need anyone else getting cut...

Maeda - I thiiink I've got it- there!

Maeda - ...Huh... uh... what is it?

Tsurugi - Like, material? It's plastic!

Maeda - ...

Tsurugi - Yeah, okay, I guess that's not the most helpful.

Tsurugi - Okay, so the color is relevant, do you know where we've seen white and blue plastic before?

Maeda - White and blue? I only see white...

Tsurugi - ...Really?

//Tsurugi points to the bloody part of the shrapnel- as now Maeda sees, it's blue.

Maeda - Oh! How did I not see that...

Tsurugi - You just didn't know what to look for! It's okay, Maeda.

Tsurugi - But! Don't you recognize that?

Maeda - ...

Tsurugi - It's alright if you don't! You're not done investigating yet.

Tsurugi - Just keep that all in mind, alright?

Maeda - Alright!

Tsurugi - Now then, instead of looking at the color, which will tell us where it came from,

Tsurugi - Let's look at the

Maeda - Mhm- oh! It's got two tips on the blood covered end!

Tsurugi - And?

Maeda - ...And ones shorter than the other! So this is definitely the source of all Mekarus stab wounds,

Maeda - Not just the stomach wounds, because they match the pattern for her throat.

Tsurugi - Mhm! But we still need to be on the lookout for another weapon, or something else to cause injury.

Maeda - We do?

Tsurugi - Yeah! The wound on Mekarus head, and the wound on Kobashikawas head are the same size,

Tsurugi - And don't match up with this weapon profile!

Tsurugi - It's not a stab mark, and couldn't have been caused by one of the more flat edges of the shrapnel.

Tsurugi - I really wanna look at Yamaguchis head wound to try and see if my guess is right...

Tsurugi - Is he up yet?

Maeda - Yamaguchi? Yeah uh... Maki woke him up...

Tsurugi - ...She slapped him, didn't she?

Maeda - You really know her well... I was right there and I still got surprised...

Tsurugi - It's one way of dealing with someone consistently upsetting you, even if it's not the healthiest,

Tsurugi - She's... what, 15? 16? I think it's alright for her to do that, even if she does need to eventually work on fixing that tendency...!

Tsurugi - Ah, I'll stop myself there, not good to ramble... what happened next?

Maeda - Uhm... Maki tried to look at his head wound too, but he got upset, kept saying it hurt,

Maeda - So she sent him to the infirmary, and uses that as an excuse to kick out Higa too.

Tsurugi - Oh, so he's there?

Tsurugi - Hm... and he's practically been left to his own devices when it comes to that injury, since I doubt Higa will help...

Maeda - Is that bad?

Tsurugi - It's... something!

Tsurugi - Ah well... what I saw should be enough to form an argument...

Maeda - Did you really see that much? I thought you weren't able to go actually investigate yet...

Tsurugi - I wasn't! I'm just going off what I saw when I glanced at him to be sure he was breathing,

Tsurugi - And then what the rest of my evidence tells me.

Maeda - And you have an idea based off just that?!

Tsurugi - Mhm!

Tsurugi - Got experience in this sorta thing, yknow? It just helps to have limited suspects, even if I don't have people to keep them from tampering with evidence.

Tsurugi - ...

~*~

Maeda, narrating - Oh... that kinda took a sad turn, Tsurugi seems upset...

Maeda - It's odd, he really doesn't feel like a police officer, he just feels observant, and like... smart.

Maeda - But wouldn't that sorta work really mess someone up?

Maeda - I mean, being used to and experienced in investigating and solving murders...

Maeda - I don't... like Hopes Peak...

Maeda - ...

Maeda - ...Where was I?

Maeda - Oh! Yeah, having experience in investigating murders is messed up,

Maeda - But I guess it takes some of the trauma out of this situation for Tsu?

[Investigate the Area Tsurugi’s Been Sitting At]

[billhaderlovebot]

beep beep (4) - richie tozier

some sexy stuff, swearing, angst, the usual. i don't know how many more parts there are going to be but if 5 is the last one then prepare for a Big Boy™

@ceruleanrainblues @the-star-above-you @a-second-hand-sorrow @shockwavee

----

the divorce was messy. timothy took pretty much everything on the grounds that you had run off with another man (which you thought was pretty fair) and he also had slandered your name in front of your whole family in court, which was actually quite petty of him. richie almost murdered him, that day, and had to keep his hand in yours so that he wouldn't get up and break timothy's nose again right in front of his big-shot lawyer.

your family, it was safe to say, did not approve of richie, because timothy was always such a nice boy, and you've made a terrible mistake, dear. the only one who ever did like richie was your grandmother, and she was long gone, bless her cotton socks.

so, yeah, you'd run off with richie.

yeah, you'd escaped from an unhappy marriage in which you never felt loved to be with someone who looked at you like you hung the fucking moon.

okay, granted, you did sleep with richie that night, which wasn't entirely moral, considering you were married to another man, but, yknow, timothy hadn't gone anywhere near you in months and months, and richie was just so good at the sex thing.

also, you loved him. so much.

leaving you with barely enough money to pay your hospital bills sucked. you weren't even sure how timothy was able to do that legally.

but it was alright. you took your stuff and moved into richie's penthouse apartment in malibu almost as soon as you'd been discharged from the hospital. he had made enough money over the first half of his trash-mouth tour to support the both of you for the time being, and he cancelled the reno dates, and all the dates for the foreseeable, because all he wanted to do was be around you and the rest of the losers.

your books and mugs and weird stuff that you'd hoarded over the years slowly spread themselves around richie's apartment, and it made him so happy because it was so utterly domestic.

whenever he saw your shoes in the hallway or your toothbrush in the weird ceramic holder with a bee on it that bev had bought him, he grinned like a stupid, lovestruck idiot, because he was a stupid, lovestruck idiot.

eddie came over a lot, regularly crashing in the spare bedroom because he, too was going through a divorce, and myra kaspbrak was quite a bit more intimidating than timothy. so, that became eddie's room while he was looking for his own apartment.

and you were so fucking happy.

the piece of string that had been serving as your engagement ring after richie proposing on a whim was a constant reminder of how loved you were, and you tied a matching one around his finger, because you didn't feel it was fair that he got to do the whole cute proposal thing.

it had been six months since derry. since the sewers, since defeating IT for the final time. since reuniting with your soulmate. you were sure that life couldn't get better.

eventually, you'd gotten an actual ring.

richie had given it to you on a whim, as usual, opening the little ring box in your direction while you were both surrounded by chinese food, the fourth consecutive episode of snapped playing in the background.

you had choked on your wok-fried garlic and soy broccoli, and he'd thumped your back so you wouldn't almost die, again, which hurt your recovering shoulder, and then he had panicked, and you were crying and laughing and choking all at the same time.

point is, he had given you a ring.

it was a thin, gold band with three little diamonds set into the middle, and you had immediately fallen in love with it.

you hadn't, however, wanted to take off the piece of string, so you wore it on the same finger as the proper engagement ring. richie was relieved because he also hadn't wanted to take the string off.

that night, after some really really great celebration sex, (albeit a little careful, as you sometimes got sharp pains up and down your ribs if you exerted yourself too much) richie bared his soul to you.

he told you everything.

and he cried, and he trembled because he was so scared of ending things with you before they had even begun.

it was the first time he had ever said it out loud.

"i'm bisexual."

and he had let out a breath, then. a breath that he had been holding in for almost three decades.

"oh, richie." and you held him to you without a second thought.

you had always known, somehow.

you'd known, for the same reason one knows the sun has risen. because you had eyes.

you'd seen how richie had always gravitated towards eddie, always grabbing onto him in moments of distress, the soft looks richie would give him when he didn't have time to put up his walls. you knew, and you loved him all the same. of course you did.

you didn't tell him, however, that you had known.

because this moment was so important. the moment where he finally had control over his life and his identity and he was spilling his heart out to you. you would not take that away from him.

this was his time. his moment. his life.

he told you about eddie, and the arcade, and the kissing bridge, and how he'd always, always pushed it down but now it was only the two of you, and if he was to marry you, he wanted everything out in the open.

and god damn you if you let him keep hating himself.

"richie, thankyou for telling me. im so happy that you... that you felt you could talk about it. and to me."

"so... you're not..."

"angry? no. honey, this is who you are. what kind of partner would i be if i didn't love you for who you are? you're perfect, richie."

he cried again, and you let him, because he fucking needed it.

----

richie's nightmares were bad.

really, really fucking bad.

he didn't have them as much as beverly said she had, because, while he had been caught in the deadlights, It was dead and couldn't push into his mind any further. he often couldn't remember what they were about, only that he woke up so scared he would cry. the deadlight-induced terrors came and went, but they always caught both of you off guard.

when it first happened, you were more than a little bit confused, because richie was not a restless sleeper.

you woke to quiet whimpers coming from the man sleeping beside you as he writhed under the bedlinen.

in your sleep-addled haze, it took you a minute to understand what was happening, wiping the sleep from your eyes and adjusting to the darkness.

what, moments ago, was little more than disturbed whimpers, was now loud, heart-fucking-wrenching sobs, the only sound in the otherwise silent apartment.

his body shook next to yours and you were beginning to panic, reaching for him.

"richie? baby, wake up." you shook him lightly, noting the sweat practically dripping from him, and his face, scrunched in fear. he whined lowly, jerking in the bed, but he did not wake. you hadn't been faced with such a situation before, especially not with him, so this was touch and go.

this had never happened before and you were absolutely shitting bricks.

you shook him again, and he jolted awake, crying out as he sat up with a start.

"richie?"

his eyes snapped open, searching wildly around the room for something that wasn't there.

the only light came from the moon and city lights outside your house. sobs of pain overtook him, great, heaving breaths, and then the man you were in love with was crying his fucking eyes out in front of you; fisting his hands in his sweat-soaked hair as his whole body shuddered.

they were tremors he had no control over, the aftershocks of the nightmare taking control of him.

it broke your heart. your face softened as you reached for him again.

god, he held on to you so tight that you almost started crying yourself.

"eddie..." he choked. "ben didn't warn him in time. and i-i-i couldn't... fuck-"

"eddie is at home." you murmured, pressing your lips to his sweat-slick forehead "a ten minute drive. he just moved in. we can go up to see him tomorrow, if you want."

"It's... It's in my head." richie sobbed. the front of your shirt was soaked through with tears. "It's still in my head."

"It's dead, richie."

"so why can i still feel it?"

and you didn't know what to tell him.

---

your first fight, needless to say, sucked.

you didn't even remember what you were fighting about, only that you screamed at each other a lot, and there were tears, and it ended with richie, head in his hands, asking you to leave him alone for a minute in a voice so uncharacteristically calm that it scared you. and so you left for the bedroom, shutting the door, your head swimming and chest burning from the sobs you'd been caging in there.

you knew, realistically, that this was just one fight, and you'd be back to normal within the hour, but this was the first fight you'd had since you were kids, and god only knows how hot headed you'd gotten in the 27 years since then. both of you.

and you hated yourself for letting it get this far and making him not want to be around you.

it was times like this, when richie's nightmares were at their worst and you woke up every night like fucking clockwork to make sure he was real and still there and still breathing, and eddie came round constantly because he couldn't stand being alone in a new place, it was times like this that you needed to be close. so while it was just a dumb fight, you allowed yourself to cry.

richie clicked open the door about half an hour later, shuffling into the room. his eyes were red and he was probably shaking a little bit, you thought.

"im sorry." his voice came out small, and you sat up from the bed immediately.

"no, im sorry, rich. i was overreacting and it was fucking stupid and we need to just-"

and richie all but staggered forwards, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you, hard. you gasped, and he used the opportunity to gain access to the inside of your mouth. cheeky bastard.

you both had been crying for a while, so the kiss was rather wet, but you overlooked it on account of the fact that his hand was not-so-discreetly sliding up your shirt and fumbling at your bra clasp. as suave as he liked to think he was, his bra skills needed work. he eventually did it, and seemed more than a little bit proud of himself, muttering a triumphant: "fuck yeah."

you tugged richie's bottom lip between your teeth and he fucking groaned. and that noise coming from his mouth was so fucking hot that your knees almost buckled.

you made a mental note to do the sex thing really really well tonight, because the sex thing was definitely happening and it had been a bad night for the both of you and you fucking needed him, right the fuck now.

it wasn't long before you ended up underneath him, and he was pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, and you were breathing hard and you honestly thought that if he didn't get the fuck on with it you'd probably die right there.

"rich- ahh- richie?"

"yes, baby?"

god, how the fuck was he so smug all the time?

"i think you should- fuck, oh my god- probably get on with things right the the fuck now, or i'll have to... i'll-" you curled your fingers into his hair, your nails scratching across his scalp.

"or?" he hummed, continuing his ministrations everywhere except where you wanted them.

"i'll have to, mmmh, hurt you, actually." you whispered, breathless. you were unable to form a solid argument, what with richie fucking tozier being so sexy and all, teasing the shit out of you.

"you will?" richie put a hand on each of your legs and spread them further apart, his lips relentless, sucking and biting your sensitive flesh. this man was going to fucking kill you, god.

"yeah, yeah, i'll- ahh- bite your fucking face off, or something-"

and then he was between your thighs, right fucking there, so he never did find out what that something actually was, because whatever came out of your mouth after that wasn't decipherable.

---

"we shouldn't fight." richie murmured, as if he was afraid of being too loud in case he broke the moment.

you traced gentle patterns on his chest with your fingertips.

"i know." you said, equally as cautious.

"but i don't even remember what we were fighting about, and we just had several rounds of the apology." he laughed quietly, kissing your bare shoulder.

smirking at the hickeys on your collarbone, he pressed a kiss there, too, admiring his handiwork.

"i love you, fuck face." you yawned, your eyes fluttering shut.

"yeah, and i love you, dickweed."

richie stared fondly at the piece of string around his ring finger. you would be alright. after all, your wedding was coming up.

he had no nightmares that night.

[tojiswh0re]

hello!! Congrats on reaching 100 followers 🥺🤲✨ !! May I request a matchup for AoT please? I am 21, use she/her/hers, pretty lean and average height, black hair and brown eyes. My closet style is Korean/Asian street fashion and I like the sanriocore aesthetic 🐰🖤. I like to dance, play video games and read manga in my free time! Before covid I liked going out a lot but never to parties,, nowadays I learned to enjoy being indoors too! I would prefer being matched with a male character.

I hope you don't mind that I'm asking on anon because I don't want my blog name to reveal my fave and be biased! Again congrats and looking forward to more of your work (´ε｀ )

a/n hey anon, it's totally cool <3 btw i’m sorry about taking so long with answering!

your matchup is...

𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖙

armin would be so engrossed with you as a whole. he simps for your aesthetic so bad like yknow that card trend on tiktok, whenever you say you’re going shopping he’s giving you that credit card. i think armin would also enjoy going out but not parties as well!!

the date:

a cycling date!  (im sorry if you don’t like exercise) but i really think that this’d be something right up armin’s street. like he obviously enjoys the outdoors im not gonna stress about the water though. and most places’ covid restrictions have eased up enough to allow a bike ride as well :) it’s not going to be anything too taxing but just straight roads and lovely scenery. like what else could you ask for (apart from this man being real)?? he’d also make sure to carry snacks and a repair kit because he is prepared. if he was in today’s society i bet he would've done some sort of scouts.

the songs:

conversations in the dark - john legend

falling - harry styles

[lizzybeth1986]

Quick Thoughts on TRR Book 3 Chapter 11

• Again, fam, I'm not entirely sure I'll have this QT out in time but I hope I will. My surgery has been fixed for next Thursday, and I'd like to finish whatever I can before I leave for hospital. It's going to be hard, but fingers crossed I can get it done.

Here is Part 2 of Chapter 11's Quick Thoughts once you're through with this one!

• I'm noticing a narrative pattern here! Whenever something devastating is happening right in front of us (like the two attacks in the palace) they immediately pick up from where they left off in the previous chapter, bring that portion to its dramatic conclusion, and then play the opening theme (in this case, it's the sad version of the TRR title track). They used a similar narrative format in Chapter 1 of this book.

• This is also the third time the sad TRR track plays in the book. The only time it was played sans the narrative style of Chapter 1 and Chapter 10's openings, was in Chapter 6, after the orchard at Applewood was burned. All at points of time when all hope seems to be lost, before our lead characters get up, dust themselves off, and resolve to keep going despite everything and everyone against them.

• It was pretty clear that Constantine would sacrifice his life in this chapter, given the way he was talking at the end of the last one. It's the kind of symbolic send-off one tends to write for a character one knows will die sooner than he anticipates. Which is why even though I'm kinda pissed that Leo comes now when everything seems safe, I understand why having him there is so important. In the narrative, Leo is an important part of the closure that comes before Constantine's demise.

•

A few notes on Constantine's demise:

1. He's right about one thing: it definitely is a better end for him. He dies a hero. Cordonia never finds out that he was going to die anyway. No one gets to know what he did to the future Queen/newest Duchess either. I'm still going to be unhappy about this because it's a way better end than the man deserves.

2. I know I would find it disturbing if the man who arranged for me to be harmed in multiple ways in his own house was hailed a hero during his funeral, with only me and a handful of other people knowing he had done, and without the option of ever opening up about who was really behind it. I don't know about you, but my MC Esther would definitely feel conflicted about that.

3. Also..."everything I did, it was for you...whether or not it was right". Sorry Constantine, but that's a load of bullshit. After all this time, this man is still making excuses just before he dies. Liam answered this brilliantly in the last book - Constantine had a choice. He always had a choice. There were other, better ways of getting the MC out of the competition if that was his goal but no, his mind went straight to privacy violations and assault.

4. Also, while he pledged to help us under pressure from Liam, the fact remains that the brunt of his actions were borne by other people. The MC's name was dragged into the mud and SHE had to run around and make all the effort of setting it right. Liam was forced into a loveless match that would have culminated in a disastrous marriage had Tariq not cooperated, and he had to work on figuring out who was behind this not knowing his own family was involved. In all this, Constantine did all the work of making his own home as unsafe for his guest as it could possibly get, and very little of the work in restoring her reputation in the eyes of all of Cordonia. Did he apologize? Sure he did. But that doesn't change a damned thing. It doesn't change the fact that he sowed evil and left it for other people to reap.

5. I find his last line to Liam quite poignant though. "You are Cordonia". That's a very loaded statement, and a very accurate one. And I think if there is anything that can keep Liam strong and carry him forward, it's that. No one in this book is as immersed in the culture, history and spirit of Cordonia as Liam is - which is why he makes the best king for the nation. Because he knows it intimately and cares for it, he knows what this country needs so it can heal. Even if it takes a while for Liam to realize that himself.

6. So long, old man.

• Title: Cold Fire. Kinda fitting, considering our tour has now moved to Lythikos, but the 'heat' of the tensions within the court have turned up several notches. It could also refer to that sick, sick burn Drake delivered to Madeleine today though 😂😂😂

• Alternative titles:

Drink What Everyone Else Is Drinking. Good For Health.

Drake Doesn't Need A Sword to Slay Assholes. Nor Does Olivia, Apparently.

@callmetippytumbles suggested a shorter and better alternative title to that one, and it's: Drake Roasts And Gets Roasted.

• I was hoping we would spend at least a chapter in the Capitol and, yknow, actually help Liam work through his grief, but nope. Flash-forward it is.

• Bastien is in hospital now, with injuries sustained from escorting people out of the palace, so Mara (who apparently hasn't been sleeping since the attack) is the one doing the debriefing on his behalf.

• It's clear to Liam and our friends NOW that whoever has been conspiring against us was a part of the Unity Tour and working from the inside (bruh, I could have told you that long ago). I'm thinking now that if Neville is part of this plan, perhaps the duel was meant to serve as a distraction so arrangements could be made within the time that the entire court was out in the courtyard. Just a theory.

• This was also alluded to in Perfect Match, when one of Nadia's alternative identities is Steel, a guest in the 'royal's tour who is actually an assassin.

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This is perhaps the closest we get to Liam confessing how much all this has been affecting him, and sadly enough, he doesn't have enough time to really work through his grief. The suggestion to continue to Lythikos and get their answers there comes from Liam, and he speaks of it as something Constantine would have wanted. It isn't entirely healthy, but I think this is the way Liam has been brought up and it's hard for him to give himself time to be vulnerable, to give himself the space to grieve properly. Because now more than ever he has an entire country depending on him, and the royal family is known for projecting displays of strength and stoicism even if they don't feel it. It's not a good way of working through one's issues, but it's probably the only way Liam knows to deal with his trauma. I feel like in a lot of ways he's reliving especially the assassination attempt that happened earlier, but worse because someone he loved actually died this time. I'd definitely see some signs of PTSD at work here, even if it's suppressed. Particularly given that he speaks of feeling empty.

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Waitaminute...are you telling me that Esther, the future Queen of Cordonia, is going to attend a Ball, her fiancé's father's funeral, a meeting, and an entire trip to Lythikos in this fever dream of a costume???

Fine. Fine, Esther, I give up. Fanta bottle inspired Stephanie Seymour gown it is 🙄

• What Madeleine says about the effect the MC has (particularly if the MC chooses all the right options during the tour) on people is very very similar to the last thing Constantine said before he died:

I'm guessing in a lot of ways this is seen as the MC's personal victory. Constantine and Madeleine were the two people who believed least that the MC had anything of value to give if she became Queen or a person of power in Cordonian politics. It was a long hard road to achieving this level of confidence even in her naysayers, so in a lot of ways the MC now truly is a unifying factor. Which makes me wonder what they say if you do a gag-run instead where the MC fails miserably during the tour. I know @boneandfur is doing such a playthrough as of now, but I don't know exactly if Madeleine and Constantine's words to her change in such an eventuality.

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OMG. The design team is KILLING IT with the OOTD this week! It's gorgeous, and it tells us plenty about the Lythikos duchy and the Nevrakis House! For those of you who haven't read my House Sigils essay, I theorized that red was one of the house tinctures (colours), and that the sigil was either a sword or a spider. The flaming sword is attached to the gown (possibly as a brooch pin). @i-dream-so-i-write and I discussed this, and it was she who pointed out that Diavolos signature weapon was the flaming sword, as can be seen from the above picture. I'm not sure which metallic colour would form the second colour/tincture, but evidence seems to be learning more towards silver (there is a little gold on the brooch-sword, so it could be either). Tldr: I love this gown. It has that grace and effortless style that I've come to associate with Nevrakis fashion.

• Olivia is wearing the gown she wore for her Coronation. Come to think of it, the Scarlet Duchess moniker that Olivia got would refer to way more than her fashion. Given that it's one of her house colours and she was proud to be a Nevrakis especially at the time, Scarlet Duchess would mean so much to her. So much.

• So we're seated in the front and served fresh, piping hot food. SWEET! XD This time we get to order stuff. Maxwell gets fondue, Hana gets glazed salmon and Drake has ordered for ribs.

• Olivia: I had to request a few changes for your more...rustic palette.

Drake: Are you expecting a thanks? Because you're not getting one.

You're in for the meal of your life, Walker 😂

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If you've never liked Olivia at all before? This scene in reason enough 😂😂😂

• Lucretia drops by to make more heavy hints about marriage prospects for Olivia (including relief that her niece wasn't scarred from rubble. How...caring).

• Olivia and Liam then perform the opening dance (like they did during the social season) and Liam takes this opportunity to find out what she knows. He gets little, beyond her worries about having to marry someone Lucretia will pick for her. Hana points out that perhaps "one has to wonder who Lucretia wants Olivia to marry". Good question.

• But before that, Kiara comes up to the MC to tell her she will be withdrawing from court after the Winter Festival ends. Kiara's argument is sound - she had already extended her public support and seems to be attending the wedding. But now is a dangerous time to be a part of the court, and Kiara's doing what she can to stay safe. Remember, she was the only noblewoman in court injured during the attack at Homecoming Ball, a fact that was given hardly a minute of consideration before the MC "convinced" her to join them again.

• Hana mentions that perhaps they can speak to her before she returns. I hope this means we will FINALLY address what happened to Kiara and look into possible - very valid - concerns about her safety. This is something we SHOULD have been talking about when we meet her at Castelserraillian, but no. PB decided to create a whole new character instead just so Kiara wouldn't get the attention she deserved as a character.

• Then again, she is seen as a suspect in a way none of the other court ladies (besides Olivia, and she's only viewed as such because of her family history) are. Sigh. The MC gets the option to speculate that she "knows something" and Drake gets to answer that "we must suspect everyone". DRAKE. Who ALSO got wounded at the same Ball that she was wounded in. Ugh. I mean I shouldn't be surprised considering he gets angry about people not supporting Liam barely hours after he got shot, but he's friends with the King. Kiara is not, and if she gets wounded again wouldn't it be their fault for not addressing the concerns she and her family had in the first place? Apparently Penelope's and Madeleine's concerns should be given ample consideration, but Kiara? Kiara who?? Oh right, Penelope's love interest's sister 😠 While we're at it, let's just make her suspicious for no reason!

• CONGRATULATIONS MAXWELL STANS on getting your first character development scene! There isn't a lot of overt character development but the scene does show us how observant and resourceful Maxwell is, pointing out the hole in the armoury wall that will allow us to overhear people's conversations and give us a better idea of who we should suspect. It does this while still establishing him as goofy, fun-living and always ready to live life king-size.

• Maxwell and the MC engage in what is known in European folklore as an apple-shot (Apfelschuss in German. The most popular folk tale involving this feat of archery is that of William Tell, a Swiss folk hero, who was ordered to shoot an apple from the top of his son's head by a cruel nobleman named Albrecht Gessler. Thankfully, he succeeded).

• Oooh now comes my favourite part: the weapons!

• This is an amazing Easter Egg in two ways if you're a TCaTF fan. One is that it reminds me SO MUCH of when Val gets to be the narrator, which is ALWAYS fun! Case in point are the names she gives the Iron Empire soldiers at Ennan: Pointy, Mr Fancy, Birdface, Grumpy and That Other Guy. Here, the MC gives names to all the weapons.

• So if you're someone who has played TCaTF and forgotten the weapons, no problem! I'm here to list out what these weapons are actually called, where they originated from and how Kenna (if the reader pays) gets them!

• The Weirdly Fancy Dagger is the Black Asps Dagger (which I think might be venom-tipped, like Adder's Fang) which Raydan gets from a Black Asp agent when he is imprisoned under Azura's orders. I see this weapon as being associated most with Abanthus/Lythikos in this list of weapons, because it comes from Adder's team of Lykos spies and assassins, and eventually (if Kenna chooses so) Adder can get to rule over this kingdom either alone or alongside Princess Zenobia (or not at all).

The Dragon Face Hammer! is actually the famous Wave Hammer, made by Kailani Keawe of Ebrimel - a fierce warrior and a skilled craftswoman - from Heart Oak Wood sneaked in from Thorngate. Heart Oak has all the appearance of wood with all the strength of metal, and makes for an amazing secret weapon.

The Ram Head Thing is Crown Guardian Leon Stirling's signature weapon - The Ram's Head Mace. This is a weapon clearly associated with Stormholt as Queen Adriana bequeathed it to him. Leon gets to pass it down to Kenna upon his death, if she so chooses. This mace is strong enough to crush armour, and Leon won the tournament at Ducitora with it before Azura killed him.

The Skull...Flail? is Val Greaves' signature weapon, The Deadman's Flail, which is powerful enough to crush armour. Kenna can use this weapon in her fight against Severin Cale, Leader of the Mercenaries. Val herself uses it often in battle.

The polo mallet is just...there.

• Ooh finally! It's time to investigative.

1. Madeleine approaching a man the MC has rejected in favour of her current fiancé. If you're marrying Liam, this man is Drake and he gets to roast Madeleine like she's never been roasted before ("Liam does get what he wants. That means he also gets to throw away what he doesn't want"). If you're marrying Drake, Hana or Maxwell, she is talking to Liam, addressing the king-sized elephant in the room. Liam doesn't pull any extra punches - he just looks extra annoyed and tells her he's "had other matters to attend to". It may seem like a weak defense in comparison to Drake's explosive comeback, but to be fair the man is going through some crazy shit here, and I don't think anyone in that state can actually expand enough thought to form a rebuttal at all. I doubt he'd have either the inclination or energy to actually respond with more than "I've had other matters to attend to". It's particularly awkward if your LI is Maxwell because he is standing right next to you hearing all this, but that hardly reflects in his dialogue. Basically, I view this sequence as telling us more about Madeleine than about the men: she may have changed a tiny bit, but she's still just a huge shit-stirrer.

Possibly, this might be set up for the apology that will ensue if we save Madeleine's backstabbing ass next chapter. It'll be something along the lines of "oh forgive me, I was so wrong, what I did was so wrong, I'll never do that again" etc etc yadda yadda getouttamyfaceyoufakeassbitch.

Also, I believe that the part of the reason Drake delivered that zinger to Madeleine was because he was still stinging from Olivia's burn at dinner 😂

2. While there are very few differences between the first and last conversations, the second conversation changes drastically depending on who your LI is.

a. If your LI is Liam, Hakim comes up to Liam, gives him his condolences for Constantine's death, and then comments positively on Esther and the upcoming wedding, which leads to a discussion between the MC and Maxwell about wedding preparations. I think this is mostly because Kiara never really interacts with Liam, so they got Hakim to do the honors. Over here though, Hakim and Liam's conversation about the wedding forms only a tiny portion of the conversation, as opposed to the entire thing.

b. If your LI is Hana, Kiara and Hana have a lovely, lighthearted conversation about the latter's upcoming wedding. Kiara expresses great happiness at Hana getting married to the MC, and Hana confesses to being so nervous she constantly dreams about it. I love the way Hana and Kiara's friendship is written here: how open Hana is with Kiara and how encouraging and supportive Kiara is towards Hana. I think it's so beautiful to see 😭

c. If your LI is Maxwell? It's Hana and Kiara again, this time speculating what the MC's wedding to Maxwell will be like. Kiara confesses that she plans to skip a cousin's reception on the same day by pretending to be ill, just so she can attend their reception instead. Together they discuss what surprises the Beaumonts might spring during the reception - from dance-offs to ball pits to hot air balloons filled with kittens. Here too, it's a lovely moment - two of the smartest court members having fun talking about weddings.

d. If your LI is Drake, Kiara talks to him instead. First about the offerings at the dessert buffet, then about the wedding. Kiara is overly chirpy and happy and excited about the wedding, and Drake tenses up when she turns the topic towards the wedding preparations, because those are "complicated". Of course, if you do the LI scene with him at the ice palace, you will find out that he doesn't like talking about it because he would rather keep things simple and focus on his bride, and the nobility is all about perfection and elaborate preparations. Very possibly the Kiara-Drake conversation was written this way as a lead-up to his conversation with the MC at the snow palace. (and perhaps also to dissuade people who would like to ship Drake and Kiara, especially given the backlash Kiara got from fans just for having a crush on the man).

The main focus of this conversation of course is to give out the message that the MC's upcoming wedding is something that still excites people, and that even people afraid of staying in court don't want to miss it.

3. The third conversation between Olivia and Lucretia is given the suspicious sounding music from ES, and begins with Lucretia trying to find out more about the MC. Olivia doesn't tell her much beyond what everyone else knows, and Lucretia leaves her with this cryptic statement:

I feel we're going to have a Big Reveal about what actually happened to the Nevrakises and whether they really were traitors or not.

• With that we finish our little stint at investigation, and in comes our next chance to spend diamonds on our respective LIs!

• I love how Liam's outdoor kink has been referenced two chapters in a row now 😂

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(Screenshots: @kennaxval for Hana, @mariamatsuo for Drake and the Vika Avey YouTube channel for Maxwell).

Again, like the previous scene, the LIs have their own individual stamp over their ice palace scene. The beauty of it is not just that they all seem different in the way they make love to the MC, but that their reactions to the ice palace itself vary from LI to LI.

Liam gives us a legend. He tells us about the prevalent pre-wedding tradition in Lythikos, where an engaged couple would have their village build them an ice palace the following winter. Kind of like a seasonal barn-raising, which also involves a community coming together to build something for the couple. It says plenty about Lythikos and its people (I won't elaborate because at some point I'm going to be writing essays again). But it also confirms for us how immersed in Cordonian culture Liam is, and how much his Queen will learn when she is with him.

Hana gives us a fairytale. She tells us a story her mother used to read to her at night, about a frozen kingdom, an ice palace and a princess with a frozen heart, which thawed the moment she found true love. The fairytale Hana tells us bears similarities to Hans Christian Andersen's "The Snow Queen", and more to the film it inspired, Frozen. But snow maidens are a staple of certain European cultures (particularly Norwegian and Slavic legend), so it could be a mix of many stories. It's fitting that Hana relates the ice palace to a story, connected as she is to literature and folklore and romance. In a lot of ways, hidden beneath the fable of the ice princess is Hana's own story.

Drake gives us a memory. As a follow-through to the conversation between him and Kiara in Maxwell's armoury scene if the reader bought it (unbeknownst to him, because he doesn't know the MC was overhearing them) he gets to be more open about not being very interested in planning weddings. His ideal would have been to take his bride to his mother's ranch in Texas for a wedding very reminiscent of his parents' union, and were Cordonia not in this condition that's exactly what he would have done. It's very like Drake, whose most powerful emotional associations are connected to his once-happy childhood and his memories of his parents, particularly his father.

Maxwell gives us an gift, made with his own hands. When he brings the MC to the ice palace, he suggests creating ice sculptures, and both make one of each other. It's a sweet, funny and affectionate scene, with both of them exchanging cute banter about Maxwell's "secret affair" with "Ice MC" and his tongue getting stuck in ice while pretending to kiss her 😂 It's very Maxwell. He's very hands-on, likes to do fun things, likes to entertain. And that's exactly the vibe I'm getting here.

The love scenes are tender and sweet and hot, and I think each of these scenes is worth the diamonds you'll spend. The scenes are tailored perfectly to fit the personalities of each LI. This is exactly what I hoped to see with scenes like the bathtub scene at the beginning of the book, and the spa scene. If they continue with this kind of quality content going forward, then I'm really really glad they took that hiatus.

• Okay we're back to the ballroom now. With Madeleine super drunk on...um...some pineapple drink.

• Madeleine is the only person to have the pineapple drink, and she seems to have an affinity for pineapple's since Maxwell offered her that Pineapple Paradise Punch in Fydelia. Everyone else is drinking Lythikos Nog.

• Madeleine collapses in the middle of Olivia's speech!

• The security detail uses "Code Locusta" to refer to poisons. Which is fitting, because Locusta was a very notorious maker of poisons during the time of Claudius and Nero (around AD 54 was when she contributed to the assassination of Emperor Claudius, and his son Brittanicus a year later). She was not only someone who was an expert on poisons and hired for that purpose, but also someone who used her skills to bring down royalty at the behest of their enemies. This could be a bit of a stretch, but I think this ties in symbolically with the plot of the movie scene in Liam's playthrough, where the enemy of the throne is someone who also can claim to be a royal. Especially considering poisons have been used to kill Liam's mother, and now to kill a supporter of the Crown and the MC, and a member of a very powerful Cordonian noble house. And yet...the other noble house - the Nevrakis family of Lythikos - stays untouched.

• The last time I recall "Locusta" being used in literature was in Alexandre Dumas' (père) The Count of Monte Cristo. A chapter of this book, in which a woman attempts to poison her stepdaughter so the family fortune could be passed on to her son, was titled Locusta as well.

• Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, folks. Or should I say, in the Kingdom of. Cordonia?

• Can I just say I love the parallels between Lythikos in Book 1 and now? We learned a little about Olivia's past in passing from Liam here, and now it will hit us in full force in the form of Lucretia. Constantine didn't seem to be in Lythikos, and returned to tell Liam that he was going to die soon, and now we visit the same estate after he has given his life to save his son.

Olivia gave us the worst place and the worst treatment then, and the best now. We convinced Kiara to support us in this very ballroom, and perhaps we might have to do so now too. It was here that Madeleine proudly claimed she was neither unrefined or insecure...but now she doesn't care about propriety.

I recall it was here for the first time that Maxwell stans were given the chance to express affection towards him, and it's here that they now get his first character development scene in Book 3. Most of all...it was here that the initial 3 LIs started to open up to us, in different ways, (if we paid) and now we return...an engaged couple - shedding all our layers and keeping each other warm in the cold (again, if we pay). I have many fond memories of Lythikos, and this chapter definitely brought me back there xD

• Tumblr isn't allowing me to write further for this post, so I will be writing my theories and who I believe is involved in the next post.