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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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FIC: A Lonely Impulse of Despair (standalone)

Summary: They knew about the anomaly and the resets, but forewarned is not always forearmed.

Notes: I got this idea into my head that what-if all the skeletons knew at least something about the anomaly and the resets and this is where it went. Read the tags!

Tags: Spicyhoney, References to Undertale Genocide Route, Dark, Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Rough Sex, Lemony

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Snowdin always lived in darkness, broken only by the lighted lamps along the streets, powered by the core. There was no sun underground, no illusion of dawn and dusk. It was morning simply because the clocks stated it to be so, and that morning, Edge left his home to walk down the empty streets to the shops at the far end of town.

The other houses in town stood vacant. There was an occasional window lit, flickering light casting shadows out onto the snowdrifts, but their former inhabitants were gone.

There was no sign of any violence in those homes. None of those windows were broken, the doors undamaged. He’d gone into one where the door was standing open and found dishes in the sink, a pie sitting on the back of the counter for an upcoming dessert. Half-folded laundry sat in a basket, books and toys strewn about as if they were only waiting for their owners to return.

Edge touched nothing, only left and closed the door carefully behind him.

On this morning, snow was falling in a silent flurry. The flakes were piling up on streets that were no longer cleared daily by the Bun family. It was barely a hinderance. His boots cut easily through the loose drifts as he walked, alone, down to the other side of town.

There were children here once. Not so carefree as the ones he’d seen in the other Universes but even here on clear days they played in the snow until their parents called them back inside as the more dangerous night hours came.

A ridiculous notion. The illusion of safety during the day hours was just that, an illusion. There was no difference in the Underground and every minute of any day could bring treacherous events.

From a distance, Edge could see the lights were still on in the store. He’d left them on the day before when he’d come this same way. The store was the closest building to the edge of town that led into the woods surrounding it. If anyone were still out there, those lights could guide them into Snowdin.

The bell over the door rang as Edge pushed it open, a cheery warning to no one at all. The shop was as empty as the homes. The shelves had never been fully stocked at any time in Edge’s memory and the meagre offerings lining them were thinner than ever. There were no more fresh baked goods and only a handful of dried food remained. Most of the commodities left were canned, their lids coated with a thin layer of dust.

(dust, so much dust, how could it be)

Half of the remaining stock would have fit in Edge’s knapsack. It would make more sense to take all the food there and bring it home with him. Spare him the walk out in the open, keep him with necessary provisions for a time. Sensible.

Edge only took enough for the day and carefully noted what remained so he would know if anyone else came scavenging. Monster food would not rot or spoil, but eventually, he was going to run out of rations.

He gathered up the day’s supplies into his knapsack and went back outside into the swirling snow. He didn’t follow his half-buried tracks back home, instead going around the outskirts of town along the perimeter. None of his traps were disturbed, there was no indication that anyone had traveled this way. Just as it had been yesterday and the day before and the day before that. No signs, no people, no other Monsters.

There was nothing in the woods but hungry shadows that beckoned and cajoled for him to join them. Come to us, they said, there is nothing left for you in that town but emptiness and death. Come with us into the swirling snow and listen to secrets that only the mountain knows.

Edge ignored their call. He stopped at the borders of Waterfall where the snow began to melt into sludge and turned back, heading into town along the main road. He was nearly home when he caught sight of something that stopped him in his tracks. A figure in a familiar orange hoodie was sitting on his front porch steps, casually disregarding of the signs to ‘keep out’ and ‘beware’ that were strung on the barbed wire fence around it. There was a lit cigarette in his hand and Edge watched him lift it to his mouth and take a long drag, the exhaled smoke lost in the falling snow.

He hitched his knapsack higher on his shoulder and resumed his stride. Stretch didn’t look at him as he approached. “hey.”

Edge said nothing.

“you’re still here,” Stretch said. He tapped ash from his cigarette, exposing burning red at the tip. “thought maybe you’d’ve headed into new home.” He tipped his head back and looked up at what was not sky, but the high ceiling of a cave deep beneath the mountain that was both their prison and their home. “might be other refugees there keeping ahead of—” He hesitated, then added in a voice like hollow ice, “the anomaly.”

The anomaly, yes. The Human child whose soul offered no salvation, only death and dust.

A child, that was what Edge saw in that one brief instant when he came upon them on the road leading into Snowdin. An innocent child, and in his shock, he didn’t consider how they’d gotten past the Dogs or the traps. He didn’t notice the dust coating their clothes, didn’t even notice the knife in their hand. All he saw was the striped shirt, the round, cherubic face and in that instant, he was so taken aback that he paused. That moment of hesitation was all it took.

If Edge saw them again, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike them down, Edge told himself. He would cut that angelic head from their striped shoulders with a single cutting blow and leave them dead where they stood, even knowing he would never get the answer to his one question.

Why didn’t you kill me?

He told himself that was what he would do the next time and knew it wasn’t true.

It never was.

Stretch finished his cigarette and flicked the butt into the snow. “doesn’t help much to know this,” Stretch sighed, “but what the hell. you’re gonna forget this all. one morning you’ll wake up and it’ll be an all-new day. you’ll forget everything, the kid, the pain.” His grimace twisted into a crooked smile. “you’ll even forget me, for a little while. silver linings, am i right?”

“Why are you here?” How many days had it been since he’d last spoken? Edge wasn’t certain, but to his hearing, his voice was harsh with disuse, painfully hoarse.

Stretch rolled his shoulders in an approximation of a hug. “checking in. no one’s heard from this ‘verse in a couple weeks. wasn’t too hard to figure out what was going down.”

Not a difficult guess at all, he was sure. They all knew about the resets, all of them. They knew an anomaly came and what it did, and the price Monsters paid for their hubris was death. He’d known what was coming, he’d been braced for it since his brother took him down to the basement and showed the machine, the path to the other worlds where skeletons with faces that resembled their own lived in towns that were not their home. Anomalies, they explained, resets where time flowed backwards and took memory with it.

He’d known and he’d still failed, failed, because he hadn’t expected death would come with the face of a child.

“Come inside.” Edge didn’t wait to see if Stretch followed.

Inside, Stretch paused on the doormat, glancing around the living room. “keeping the homestead clean, i see, i—whoa!”

His breath left him in a grunt as Edge took hold of his sweatshirt and swung him around, shoving him up against the closed door. The faces were inches apart as Edge gritted out, “Why are you here?”

There was no fear on Stretch’s face, only that same irritating smirk beneath a deadened gaze. “told you, wanted to check on you.” He shrugged again, this time tight and nervous. “no one else was gonna. no one’s real sure what’ll happen if the reset comes while someone from another ‘verse is in town. probably shouldn’t even be here, but, eh, guess i ain’t too bright.”

The question of what would happen if you were in a different universe when the reset occurred had been asked before and it was one without an answer. There was simply no way of knowing if anyone had already tested it. For all anyone knew, they might all once have had an elder brother who tested the theory and found the price was a high one. “You might be leaving your brother alone.”

“heh.” A soft laugh, but Stretch’s gaze shifted, moving to look past Edge at the wall on the other side. “ain’t like i’ve ever been able to save him, anyway.”

Edge didn’t step back, but he loosened his grip on Stretch’s sweatshirt, let him slide a little down until his feet were firm on the floor. “If you’re here to try to convince me to leave Underfell—"

“nah. wouldn’t do that to you. see, i’d ask and you’d say no but you’d feel bad about it.” Stretch shook his head. “nah, you already don’t want to travel, i’m not about to send you on a guilt trip. who’s to say it’s safer, anyway. maybe you’d come over to visit and when the reset hit here, it’d drag you back on home through time and space. not my idea of fun.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Edge demanded. “For fun? Come to see Underfell at its safest?” He stepped back enough to wave a hand towards the window as mockingly as Mettaton on their latest game show. “Please, feel free. Wander through the woods, stroll down main street. But I warn you, the scenery will disappoint. There’s nothing out there. I’ve looked. There’s no one, nothing.” His voice was rising, going shrill and Edge shut his mouth, teeth clicking together painfully.

Patiently, hinting at petulance, Stretch said, “i told you, came here to check on you. it’s hard to be the last one around, all you can do is sweep up, put the chairs on the table, and wait for them to turn the open sign on again.”

Edge searched his face. Their skulls were more malleable than simple bone, their magic gave them life and Stretch’s skull was creased from worry, wearing his exhaustion like a skin. Beneath his sockets were grey shadows that spoke of sleepless nights.

They’d never gotten along, he and Stretch. Something about the other skeleton grated on him past the fact that he despite his face, he was more like Red—

(don’t, don’t think about him, don’t)

--than Edge. Not his twin, but a reversal, a twisted mirror image come to visit from the other side of the looking glass.

Despite his smiles, right now he looked more like Edge than ever, blank and bone-weary.

There was nothing inside Edge. Even his soul was empty, its contents drained by loss, cold and bitter as the snow that danced as it fell.

Yet, deep in the dregs of soul’s ashes there was a single spark left, and Edge reached for it, desperate for any lingering warmth. He leaned up and kissed Stretch, their teeth grinding together almost painfully.

Between their mouths, Stretch made a startled sound, but he made no attempt to pull away. He stood there with his shoulders pressed to the door and let Edge take his mouth, their tongues meeting in a furious tangle. He tasted sweet and did not flinch from the jaggedness of Edge’s teeth, licking daringly at the points in a silent, mocking challenge.

The spark inside him flared, kindling caught, and Edge tore away, panting. Before Stretch could offer a word, taunting or otherwise, Edge took him by the wrist and dragged him stumblingly over to the sofa. He pushed Stretch down, bent him over the threadbare cushion of the arm. Tall as he was, if he’d chosen to struggle, it would have been difficult to pin him. Instead, he sagged willingly down against the sofa arm, let it angle his pelvis upward even as he shifted in a deliberate writhe of offering.

The gray that had haunted Edge’s vision for days receded, like a shroud pulled from over his sockets. He took hold of Stretch’s ridiculous, saggy pants and yanked them down to his ankles to rest on top of his dirty sneakers. Beneath them he was bare, his magic forming in his pelvis. The bright orange filled his sight to overflowing and the slit of his cunt glistened like a taunt.

Without warning, Edge pressed two careless fingers to the opening, slipping both inside and Stretch lurched under him, a strangled cry escaping him. He was merely damp, not nearly wet enough for what Edge intended.

He kept a hand at Stretch’s hip to hold him still and dropped to his knees to bury his face against those soft folds, pushing his tongue in alongside his fingers. A sudden buck nearly threw him off and Edge held him down more firmly, slicking his tongue up that cleft between his scissoring fingers, wetting him thoroughly. Stretch whimpered, shivering, his hips rocking back desperately against fingers and mouth both.

“oh, fuck,” Stretch whined. His breath came in ragged blurts, catching and resuming in a shattered cadence. “edge, your mouth…fuck!” His fingers were curled into the sofa cushion beneath his skull, gripping tightly as Edge pushed his tongue deeply inside, tasting a sudden blurt of honey-sweet wetness that allowed his fingers to move easier.

Slowly, Edge stood, letting his fingers slip free and wiping them on his pantleg. He stood there a moment, taking in the sight in front of him. The quiver in Stretch’s shoulders, the perfect arch of his spine beneath his rucked-up sweatshirt, his femurs spread as wide as his hobbling pants allowed. The shift of his hips was as eager as the wet pussy between them and wordlessly, Edge unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He spit in his hand and spread the wetness on his shaft before lining up. He held there a moment, pussy lips parted around the broad head and the slippery opening clenching around it as if trying to suck him inside.

Over his own unsteady breathing was a constant stream of obscenity and begging, words spilling endlessly from Stretch. With a long, slow thrust, Edge pressed inside, ignoring Stretch’s increasingly desperate pleading and the urgent rise of his hips. When he was hilted inside, their pelvic girdles grazing against each other, Edge was forced to pause, closing his sockets at the unbearable intimacy of it. Edge couldn’t remember the last time he’d touched someone else, but it was before the anomaly (child) ever came here. Even the person he was closest to, his brother, never touched him, not since he was small and they curled up together to sleep, less affection and more to share their body warmth.

The slick tight heat surrounding his shaft was an overload to his touch deprivation, the rippling clench dragging a ragged cry from him as he tried not to come in an instant. Edge took a steading breath, licked his teeth and tasted his own sweat mingled with the sweetness of cunt, and only then did he move.

“nnngg, god!” Stretch sobbed out, his limp body battered against the sofa as Edge found a rhythm, pounding into him with a metronome-steady pace. His scant ectoflesh offered little cushion, their pelvic bones clacking together achingly. Edge ignored the discomfort, thrusting harder still and listening for protests that did not come.

Beneath him, Stretch covered his mouth with a hand, stifling himself even as he pleaded for more, for harder, fuck me harder, you bastard. His other struggled to reach beneath him, his skinny fingers briefly jabbing where they were joined as he sought out his clit. Edge felt it from within as he found it, the strangling clench of his cunt around him, and choked on a curse as he fucked in hard, his driving rhythm faltering, breaking, as orgasm struck him. He was empty inside, but he filled Stretch with the heat of his come, spilled in thick, hot pulses as Stretch whined and quivered, accepting his offering.

Withdrawing was difficult, made harder by both the spasming clutch of cunt and his own reluctance. In the end, Edge snatched himself free with the haste of someone (a child) pulling off a band-aid from a barely healed wound. He watched the crimson spill of his magic as it followed, wet streaks dripping down to paint the inside of Stretch’s femurs. Stretch didn’t move, his breathing still coming in hitched gasps as he laid in a half-crumpled drape over the sofa arm, his long legs still splayed, leaving him used and exposed.

Edge tugged his pants closed, his zipper loud in the silence. “You need to go.”

“heh.” Stretch stirred, his sockets slitting opened as he shifted enough to look over his shoulder. “kicking me out already? your afterglow sucks.”

“Be that as it may, you can’t be here when it resets.”

Perhaps something of the kindled spark in Edge transferred to Stretch somehow, in his kiss, in his come, in his words, he didn’t know which. There was some emotion in the smirk Stretch offered him, his gaze less empty as he asked, “worried about me, edgelord?”

“Yes.” The raw honesty was all he could muster.

Stretch exhaled, long and slow, turning his face briefly into the cushions where they’d all sat once, crowded together on the cushions to watch silly movies that were scavenged from the dump. With a low grunt, he slowly pushed up to his feet. He staggered and Edge caught him by the arm, holding him up as Stretch reached awkwardly for his pants, hauling them up over his stained femurs.

“yeah, i should probably go,” Stretch said. He didn’t move, his hands fluttering nervously to his pockets as if to reach for his cigarettes then aborting, moving aimlessly before returning to his pockets before repeating (resetting) again. “listen, you won’t remember this after and my memory is gonna get all smudgy again, but.” For one moment, Stretch’s gaze was entirely unshielded. Edge couldn’t decipher what he saw in his eyelights before he took reached out, taking hold of Edge’s face between both hands as he leaned in to kiss him, softly. A brief, gentle meeting of mouths still sore from the brutality of earlier, then he pulled away. “maybe we can do this again sometimes.” Unguarded eye lights above a crooked smile, then Stretch turned away as he added, carelessly. “hell, could be we already did.”

“Stretch.” He paused at the door, browbones raised, and Edge blurted out, “Do you think they remember what they’ve done? After a reset, do they know?”

A brief silence, then Stretch said, slowly, “to be honest? i’m not even sure it’s the same kid every time.” Stretch shrugged, a loose roll of his shoulders as if his ligaments still weren’t too tight. “maybe somewhere out there someone is sharing a controller. anyway, your bro should be sending ‘em back to the start menu soon enough.”

“Yes.” His brother. If he was still alive and don’t, don’t, don’t.

Stretch left without another word, the door closing softly behind him, and Edge gathered up his knapsack from where he’d dropped it to get his supplies.

He ate directly from the cans and tasted nothing.

Afterward, Edge curled up on the sofa that smelled of their sex, his cheekbone resting on the faded fabric close to the still-damp stains as he waited for the world to end or to begin again.

Whichever came first.

-fin

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #standalone

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genevievemd · 4 years ago

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The Ultimatum

A/N: Alright, So I am PISSED after that chapter. We are going backwards in our relationship and I ain’t having it lol. So here’s some angry angst for your reading pleasure or displeasure. Probably displeasure cause this is gonna hurt. Grab your tissues, my dudes. I have done us dirty.

Takes place the night of Edenbrook closing, before we see Leland outside our apartment.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Genevieve McClure)

It’s impossible to know what the future will bring...But I can see as far as tomorrow.

Ethan’s words have been floating around in her head all night, like an echo in a never ending cave. To anyone else, it may have just been a statement on the uncertainty after Edenbrook has finally closed its doors. But Genevieve knows better, to her it’s more. Another sign of Ethan’s refusal to commit, go back on his word and leave her in the dark.

She had assumed after his very public outing of their relationship at the gala that they would simply fall into each other. Start their relationship and no longer have to hide behind secret glances and hidden touches. But the past five months have proven her wrong, there was no sign of commitment, no gesture taken or word spoken that proved to her that he wanted this. That he wanted her.

She’s been sitting outside his building for at least the last hour, fiddling with the idea of going upstairs. She wants answers, wants some sort of sign that she means something to him. She had called Sienna when she first arrived, asked for advice but it didn’t help. Didn’t stop the anger and fear from bubbling up. It was like a weight on her chest, pushing her down into the darkness of uncertainty and heartbreak.

With a breath she stands and makes her way into the high rise, using the code to unlock the lobby doors. Her confidence gets her into the elevator and to his front door. But she stops, hand raised to knock but seemingly stuck in limbo. Much like their relationship. Genevieve takes one final deep breath before knocking, waiting on bated breath for the man that would either make her whole or break her heart.

“Genevieve?”

“Can I come in?”

He doesn’t answer, simply opens the door wider. Her steps were determined, focused. She was here for one reason and one reason only.

“Do you want a drink or..” Genevieve hears him close the door behind her before moving to stand in front of her.

“I’m not staying, I just needed to say something.”

“Do you want to sit?” She can see the worry on his face at her refusal to go any farther than the door step.

“No. Just stand there, please.”

She takes a breath to settle her rage, to try and hide it the best she can, but the look on his face says he sees right through her attempts and straight into the fire that’s surely blazing in her eyes. “You said something today and I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop replaying the last 6 months, honestly. And I - I can’t keep doing this, Ethan. One minute you tell me that you’re afraid to lose me, afraid to let me out of your sight. Then the next you act like nothing has changed. Then we go to a mountain resort and you basically tell me you want to be in a relationship but only in secret. Then you kiss me in front of the entire goodman hospital. And now...I don’t understand.”

“Gen-” He moves to touch her, but she steps back. Hand raised in defiance. She knows if he touches her, she’ll lose her nerve. Fall back into his arms and right back into the cycle of non-commitment.

“Don’t. Just don’t.” She can feel the tears in here eyes, burning like the fire in the pit of her stomach. A fury she’s never felt before. “You said to me once that there was no such thing as a romantic relationship between an attending and a resident. That it was nothing more than lust fueled by spending so much time together. Is that what I am to you? Just some resident you can fuck? Because if I’m nothing more than a game piece to you, a way to get your rocks off tell me now. So we can end this before I -”

She can’t bring herself to look at him, to see whether there is truth in his eyes. “You keep going back and forth and I’m exhausted, Ethan. I’m so tired. One minute you want me, then the next you’re saying you can’t see a future with me.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“No you said you can’t see past tomorrow. Which to me sounds like you don’t care enough about this, about me, to picture a future. You really don’t see us together next week? Or next month? Next year?”

“I- Can we just sit down and talk about this, please?” There’s a brokenness in his voice, a whisper of hurt and it crushes her already fragile heart. She never wants to be the one to cause him pain.

“No. No more talking, no more sitting. No.” She backs up until her back is pressed against his front door. “I love you, Ethan. I’m in love with you and I have absolutely no idea how you feel about me. I have no idea what I even am to you. A fuck buddy? Your girlfriend? A play thing? The woman you love?”

The tears are free flowing now, rushing out of her like a waterfall.

“Did you just come over here to fight?” There’s venom in his voice and rage in his eyes. Like a predator that’s been pushed into corner and the only way out is to fight.

“No! I came here because I need you to make a choice. Right now. Commit to this fucking relationship or I’m out. I can’t keep going around in a circle like this, I can’t take it anymore. So you have a choice to make, Ethan. I’m leaving the ball in your court because I’m done chasing you around. You know what I want and where I stand. So you either need to break things off and let me go or prove to me that I mean something to you. That this relationship means something to you.”

“Genevieve.” He reaches for her again, taking a few steps forward until they’re only inches apart.

She can see the pain in his eyes, the fear creeping into the features of his face. Their breathes are shallow and small. Like they’re both afraid that anything more will be their undoing and it very well may be.

“Make your choice, Ethan.”

“You can’t just march in here, give me an ultimatum, and then expect an answer right away.”

“Yes, I can. Because if the roles were reversed I wouldn’t even hesitate. There’s no question for me, on whether or not I see a future with you. On whether or not I want to be with you. But clearly there is for you.” Genevieve wipes the tears from cheek, it feels like her heart is breaking. Crushed into a million tiny pieces that make it too hard to be whole again.

“It’s not that simple.” His voice is no more than a whisper, a plea given in a moment of desperation.

“Yes it is.” Genevieve reaches for the door handle, hands shaking and vision blurry. She opens the door with a deep breath, turning to face him, for what could be the last time. “Call me when you have an answer.”

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a/n: I’m so sorry. I have wounded us all. brb gonna go restart the books so I can feel joy again. (also do you want me to do a part 2? with ethan’s answer? I mean we all know what his answer will be, but I will gladly write it for us lol)

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#ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #open heart second year #open heart fanfiction #grab your tissues friends #she's a doozy #ethan x gen

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perpetuallylocked · 5 years ago

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Tag Yourself: Nancy Drew Game Aesthetics Edition

SCK: opening a new book for the first time, the nostalgia of VHS tapes, coca cola in a glass, remembering your locker combo, letterman jackets, watching true crime documentaries, empty high school hallways, 1950s diners, cramming before an exam

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SHA: worn plaid shirts, sunsets on the horizon, the clip-clopping of hooves, antique blanket chests, forbidden romance, mason jars of flowers, brown and blue eggs, playing piano by ear, faded rugs

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TOT: wind rustling through wheat fields, creaking wooden staircases, white curtains on the window, golden hay bales, old fences lining the road, watching a storm from the porch, buying a new camera, hanging out in your favorite professor's office, sitting on a tire swing

SAW: the faint scent of cherry blossoms, origami cranes, taking a bath, hearing a new language for the first time, shards of glass, seeing your reflection in the water, buying a new stuffed animal, trying a new food on vacation, listening to your grandmother's stories

CAP: rereading favorite fairy tales, blood-red garnets, red hair in braids, mist in the forest, local legends, playing board games on rainy days, remembering your make-believe games of childhood, puffy-sleeved blouses, watching glassblowers make magic

ASH: blue roadsters, rapidly melting ice cream cones, white picket fences, pastel shop awnings, hand-lettered signs in front of shops, the act of simply being with your friends, revisiting your childhood bedroom, spending all day in an antique shop, visiting your friend's house for the first time

TMB: wind-blown sand, straw sun hats, the warmth of the afternoon, chipped statues, well-used research books, having an egypt phase as a kid, planning your next adventure, drinking cold water on a hot day, pushing your hair out of your face

DED: pencil-covered hands, well-oiled gears, the crackling of electricity, eating your favorite flavor of gummy bears, group projects, keeping to yourself at work, unironically wearing ugly sweaters, publishing your research, organizing your messy desk

GTH: peeling paint on a once-grand house, angel statues, sheet-covered furniture, porch swings, lit matches, lace masquerade masks, grand ball gowns, drinking a hot cup of tea and lemon, looking for treasures in the basement

SPY: old leather suitcases, distant memories, the lingering touch of your true love, piano keys, adrenaline rushes, popped trench coat collars, hugging your mom after not seeing her for ages, looking out the window on a train ride, hearing movie soundtracks in your head

MED: the view from the top of a mountain, the rushing sound of waterfalls, freshly dyed hair, shooting stars, wandering off the trail, vintage comic books, philosophical thoughts, binge-watching reality tv, feeling the sense of deja vu

LIE: hands coated with clay and paint, laurel wreaths, pomegranate juice, books of Greek myths, gold sandals, memorizing a monologue, flowing white gowns, spending all day in a museum gallery, exploring ancient ruins

SEA: the twinkling sound of old music boxes, a night shining with stars, cozy knit sweaters, curling up with your dog, model ships, old barrels, learning your town's history, watching gently falling snow, the beauty of the aurora borealis

MID: the dark colors of herbs, edison bulbs, copper kettles, slowly changing leaves, road trips with friends, carving a jack-o'-lantern, exploring cemeteries at night, small shops surrounding a courtyard, thinking you saw a ghost out of the corner of your eye

#I'm definitely CLK and ASH with a touch of WAC and a little SPY #Nancy Drew #Tag Yourself #**general

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amanda-teaches · 5 years ago

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I think this challenge is going to be one of the best I’ve ever run, because both writers and readers will get to participate in both the Supernatural and Marvel fandoms. That’s something for everyone! Sounds amazing, right? Well, here’s how it works:

Below the cut, there will be 50, yes 50, dialogue prompts. I may have gone a little overboard, but that just means more people will get to play along!

For any prompt, you can choose whether you’d either like to write that fic or read that fic.

If you want to WRITE it, send me an ASK with the prompt and fandom/pairing. So, for example, “Hey! I’d love to write “How could you?!” with Bucky x Reader in Marvel” or “Can I have “I’ve never stopped loving you” with Dean x Reader in SPN?” Basic writing challenge stuff, huh?

If you want to READ it, send me an ASK with the prompt and fandom/pairing asking for me to write it. I’ll write it and tag you in it to read. Here’s an example: “Could you please write “You’re such a dork” with Sam x Reader in SPN? I’d love to read that!”

If you don’t specify that you want me to write it, I’ll assume you’re writing it, and things will get confusing, yada, yada, so please be clear you want to read!

I WILL ONLY BE TAKING 10 REQUESTS FOR ME TO WRITE, for my own sanity, haha. If the 10 spots fill up before all the prompts do, I’ll be closing requests to read and only taking writer sign-ups.

Some minor rules before we get to the prompts:

You do not have to be following me to participate, since I’m only just starting in the Marvel fandom, but I’d love it if you did!

It can be fluff, smut, angst, crack, or any combination of the four, Supernatural or Marvel. No ships please, for this one. Whatever you choose to write, please make sure you use proper warnings. :)

There is no minimum or maximum word count. But, if it’s over 500 words, you need to use a keep reading, or I won’t reblog it.

The due date for this challenge is Tuesday, June 30, because I want to give everyone plenty of time. If you need an extension between now and then, though, that is totally fine! Just send me a message and let me know. As long as you communicate with me, I’m flexible! Full disclosure, I very probably won’t get all my fics written and posted by the deadline, especially if I’m doing all 10, but I’ll get them out as quickly as possible. :)

When you post your fic, please tag me in the A/N so I see it and mention that it’s for my Writer + Reader Challenge. If, for some reason, I haven’t liked your post within 48 hours, just shoot me a message with the link. I will reblog and leave feedback on every single fic.

Okay, now to the fun part- the prompts! Just jump down here:

Disclaimer: I did not come up with these prompts. I took them from a prompt list by @wegunnateachemhowtosaygoodbye that can be found here. I want to give full credit, so you all know I’m not stealing anything, because this creative genius was not mine.

“Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

“Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.” WRITTEN BY ME! requested by @adventureisoutthere98 Bucky x Reader

“BOOM! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

“Crocs? Who hurt you so much in this life?”

“Damn. You clean up good.”

“Delete that immediately.” @deans-baby-momma Dean x Reader

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” WRITTEN BY ME! requested by @foxyjwls007 Dean x Reader

“Either ask her out or I will do it for you!” @hardcoresupernatural Dean x Reader

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” @allandoflimbo Bucky x Reader

“Game’s over you son of a bitch! Tell me where she is!” @supernaturallymarvellous Steve x Reader

“Go on then, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.” @wi-deangirl77

“I am not losing you again!” WRITTEN BY ME! requested by @deans-baby-momma for either Winchester

“I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?” WRITTEN BY ME! requested by @spngeek7983 Dean x Reader

“I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’” @princessmisery666 Steve x Reader

“I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.” @atc74 Lee Webb x Reader

“I can’t get you out of my head.” @softboibarnes Bucky x Reader

“I don’t snore, do I?” “Like a chainsaw.” @wayward-and-worn Dean x Reader

“I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” @devotedwaywardangel Sam Wilson x Reader

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you and – Oh, screw it!” @fk12b Loki x WinchesterReader

“I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.” @katymacsupernatural Dean x Reader

"I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” @cap-winter-barnes Dean x Reader

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.” @hannahindie

“I swear if you weren’t so attractive, I’d have punched you in the face nine times by now.”

“I’ll sleep under the sheets, you sleep on top of them.” @herfalsegod Dean x Reader

“I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.” WRITTEN BY ME! requested by @deanwanddamons for Dean x Reader

"I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” @pinknerdpanda Steve x Reader

“I’ve been in love with you my entire life.” @carryonmywaywardcaptain Dean x Reader

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before… and it scares the shit out of me.” @wingedcatninja Dean x OFC

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“Is… that my picture in your wallet/as your home screen?” @arrowsandmixtapes Clint x Reader

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“Mind if I cut in?” @waywardbaby Dean x Reader

“Oh, my God! You’re in love with her!” WRITTEN BY ME! requested by @adoptdontshoppets Dean x Reader

“Please, take me instead!”

“Remember our first date? When you took me to Starbucks and it took me 15 minutes just to choose a flavour of Frappuccino? I was never sure about anything, never. But I was so fucking sure about you!”

“Shit, are you bleeding?!”

“Since when do you drive a motorcycle?”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“Stop taking pictures! I’m fucking stuck. Be useful and help me!!” @cleighwrites Dean x Reader

“Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.” @deanwinchesterswitch Dean x OFC

“Teach me how to play?” WRITTEN BY ME! requested by @dolphincliffs for Dean x Reader

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” @thoughtslikeaminefield Dean x Reader

“This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“Twins? We’re…we’re having twins?!” @kickingitwithkirk Dean x OFC

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” WRITTEN BY ME! requested by @dean-winchesters-bacon Dean x Reader

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” @waywardnerd67 Dean x Reader

“You’re my one exception.” WRITTEN BY ME! requested by @hannahindie for Bucky x Reader.

“You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked mine.”

#2k writer + reader challenge #supernatural writing challenge #marvel writing challenge

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saizoswifey · 6 years ago

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Little Victories

{Victor x Reader} {MLQC}

Genre: N//SFW Word Count: 4,557 Summary: Office smut...with everyone still in the office. Victor gets jealous after hearing the explanation for MC’s shitty presentation and it turns naughty. A/N: I thirst-wrote this after Ch10 because I was desperate for some rough and teasing Victor. Additional: Fingering, Cunnilingus, Office Sex, Jealousy, Spanking, Rough Sex

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It didn’t take long for her to pick up on all the little mannerisms and warning signs that helped gauge how serious, or annoyed, Victor was. When his patience was running thin. His already deep voice dropping further in pitch, a left nostril flare, the overcorrection of his expensive wristwatch like a subconscious red flag warning to all—his time was not to be wasted. A look of pure venom and the way his jaw set just a skosh tighter than before, causing a tendon in his neck to pull taught as the proverbial tightrope she felt forever doomed to teeter upon when in his presence. All danger. But all easy enough to read once she had spent enough time with the man.

However, as Victor’s hand made a fist at the back of her head she hardly had time to think before feeling the rough yank, her gaze now forced up to the ceiling and the blurring white dots spaced evenly across smooth eggshell. When Victor pulled her hair it was impossible to think of anything other than the obvious—well, this is new.

Not unwelcome, though. Even when her scalp began to ache sorely as he pulled further, exposing her neck for his hot mouth. She’d encouraged it, really. It wasn’t the wisest decision she’s ever made, telling her boyfriend she’d spent the evening prior in the company of her male neighbor.

Not that anything happened. Aside from lengthy albeit casual conversation. An exchange of books for some takeaway she’d, as per usual, ordered way too much of. But Victor hadn’t given her the time to mention that. Nor the fact that said neighbor may have been the reason she lost track of the hour, then scrambled at the last minute to pull together the presentation she’d just now finished giving. But she might save that last bit for another time.

Or…never. Considering she’d already struck a nerve hard enough for him to stand up like a shot, giving her a split second to realize the entire office had been frozen stiff before he was looming over her. Powerful and intimidating. Pushing her back until she was pinned between him and the conference table. She had only wanted to make him a little jealous, not hand-deliver her own death wish.

Truth is, playing with his emotions like this had become somewhat of a game. Victor was a man who’s attentions came with a price tag. She couldn’t find it in her to feel guilty for attempting to weasel a free slice now and again. Each concerned call and double text reassured how much he thought of her. Times like today when his composure broke, when the ever put-together, know-it-all, snarky Victor decided to reveal a new side of himself, for a moment at least it felt like she had won.

Her ass was already pressed hard into the edge of the table but he continued closing the distance. As his mouth got to work marking her neck with a particularly sharp sting, she realized she’d have a better chance of stopping a moving car than deterring him at this point. Arching into the angle with the direction of her tautly-gripped hair as a guide, she moaned in his grasp.

A very toned thigh sets between her legs as he continued to kiss along her neck. She can see skin normally hidden by the collar of his expensive suit, and if he didn’t have hold of her hair she’d press her lips to it and return the favor. There’s a familiar scent, only stronger now. Cologne so balanced and perfectly tailored to her preference it’s almost dizzying to inhale. Here and there, a palate cleanser waft of sweet, sweet caramel from his work in the kitchen.

One last delicious tug of hair makes her arch, and Victor makes quick work of his mouth along her exposed jaw, running a devilish tongue just under her chin to make her shiver before sealing it with a kiss. His hand releases the strands to undo the top button of her blouse. Then, another. Slowly revealing her cleavage and exposing just how heavily she’s already panting.

“Victor…here? Ahh, wait—We shouldn’t.”

“And your reasoning for that would be what, exactly?”

There was no way she could answer, his mouth began to play with the skin of her chest and cleavage. His hot breath tickled, enticing her to move closer. Even more so when she feels his wet tongue slink into the crease between her breasts. And son of a bitch, his hair smells so good. Good enough to distract her from the current situation for a moment. The situation being that despite having a very handsome face pressed into her chest, the office was still very much filled with employees.

Unblinking and frozen in time, they stood unaware of this private moment Victor had created. Laptops with manicured hands hanging in mid-keystroke, ringing phones silenced and unanswered until he willed it otherwise. Red pens poised above splayed manilla folders filled with impeccably organized Schrödinger’s mistakes in the eerily quiet. In the doorway is one of the newest assistants, wobbly-clumsy looking even when frozen mid-step. From her fumbling hands, a preserved waterfall of finalized paperwork and portfolios doomed for disaster when it reaches the floor.

“Are you truly that nervous?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

He doesn’t cease his frenzy of kisses. “Your ability to work yourself up over the most insignificant things continues to astound me.”

“Last time I checked, being half undressed a mere three feet from the guy that brings you lattes was sitting just slightly above insignificant on the ‘shit to worry about’ scale but alright…”

Victor sighs. “I don’t drink lattes,” he murmurs flatly against her skin.

He’s moving back up her neck with his lips, now. His large hands keep her close while playfully slinking underneath the shirt hem he’s released from the safety of its prim tuck in her skirt. An attempt to distract her, and damn it, it’s working.

“That’s…that’s not the point and you know it,” she replies. But the man in the immaculately tailored suit she currently has clenched in her fists is as unrelenting in love as he is in business. Maybe more so. Even she could hear the cracking of resolve in her voice, like blood in the water.

“Shut up, for once.” The deep, commanding growl glides down her frame like the feel of cool silk sheets slowly pulled along bare skin.

Warm lips overlap hers. He always spoke harshly, but there’s never any mistaking the desire and affection conveyed in his touch. Her chin is at the mercy of his grip, first snapping upwards to meet his kiss more easily, then guiding and tilting her where he desires. It’s comforting to feel his hands on her face. Safe. Angle shifting from the left to the right she can feel the stimulating massage of his tongue growing deeper and deeper still. He kisses her and it’s impossible to imagine how they manage not to spend every waking hour kissing. Was it possible to pause a moment while time itself was already suspended?

More and more the solid thigh she's been straddling pushes upwards. So cunning that if it weren’t for the hands traveling from her breasts down to her hips to grip and push, she might not have noticed how he moved with such purpose. He forces her to grind against him, pushing and pulling her, encouraging her wet arousal to build and build. It is nothing less than another calculated attack against her, another skilled move by a tactician far, far above her station. Dedicated solely to the pleasure of watching her fall apart by his hand.

Cool air glides against her skin and she realizes he’s taking her shirt up with him to stroke her sides. His thumbs feel so strong, caressing up over each singular notch of rib, like a countdown to their destination at the swell of her breasts. Fuck, she wants him to cup them from the base and squeeze. Torn between wanting his mouth right where it is on her lips and wishing its warmth was sucking her nipple playfully. Whether it was a moan or a gasp or both, she lets it out at the thought and Victor swallows it with the rest of her in their kiss.

The touches are so charged, his fingertips pressing into the flesh enough that she swears she feels her heels lift from the floor. He always touched her with hunger and need, but this was different. It’s rough enough to be possessive, as if maybe…maybe if he feels her hard enough, the ghost of his presence might linger on her skin enough to remind her for the next few days.

He wants her to remember. Until he can refresh it once more, he wants her to feel the ghost of his hands pinching her nipples and the tingle of his fingertips tickling down her ribs. Wants her to dream about it. Even when he’s away on business, even when she’s in the presence of another man, he wants her to suffocate in thoughts of him alone and all the ways in which only he can please her. And when he’s finished imprinting her softness in his hands he migrates to her hips to massage and stimulate the sensitive spots that flood heat to her core. He rubs in circles, happy to feel her body jolt when he migrates towards where she wants him most.

Victor’s domineering with his hands but his mouth remain soft and sweet. He doesn’t bite or nip. He sucks so gently, swiping lightly along her lips with his tongue to stimulate and ignite an electric shiver, coursing through her veins like cold silver metal.

He’s fluid and alluring, forever making her question how he could know exactly the way she likes to be kissed and held. Coaxing her to try and match his fervor and pace. It’s a challenge and one she always fell prey to, only to concede defeat and melt in his strong embrace, allowing him to claim his fill of her taste. Air feels scarce and her lungs burn but the tickle of his eager exhales against her skin have her numb lips desperate for pause enough to grin like the idiot he always claims her to be. It’s clear he’s lost himself in this maze of temptation as much as she has.

When he pulls away it’s just enough for his eyes to drink her in. A thumb brushes tenderly against her temple. The little touches serve to remind her that despite the seriousness of his work ethic and the harsh methods he uses to push her to better herself, it is always driven by love.

“What’s this? Can it be true? Is our little miss mouthy finally finding herself at a loss for words?” He chides.

Dizzy and panting, skin prickling from the electricity of the moment and the anticipation of what’s to come, there really were no words coming to mind. All she could focus on was the way in which he looked at her, and the shimmering beams of pale yellow sunset streaming through the window. They cut through the air like shards of time, highlighting the lines of his dashing jaw.

She must have been clamoring more than she realized. He was a disheveled mess and more adorable for it. The way his tie now hung off-kilter and loose, the uneven sitting of his collars where she had clung to his suit, and lastly, the way he didn’t seem to give a damn about any of it. His strong brows which arched inquisitively when he last spoke now slowly began to soften in understanding.

Strands of jet black hair hung slightly suspended due to the sharp angle in which he looked down at her from above. Perhaps it was passion, or some other emotion that made his eyes look so glassy now. They flickered for a second, his lips parted slightly, like there was something he desperately wanted to say but just couldn’t bring himself to speak. He looked uncharacteristically vulnerable.

It only lasted a moment before fizzling. Only long enough to register before his eyes traveled lower. Down to her skirt, crumpled and hiked up enough to expose a good portion of her shaking thighs. He’d always had a weakness for thighs. Especially hers. Especially hers when quivering for him.

A moment later he was traveling down her chest. A breast in his hand, he held it firmly and took a nipple in his warm mouth.

“Mmn, yes,” she moans, placing a hand in his hair as he alternated between each breast.

She always loved the way his eyes closed when he kissed her body like he was focused on enjoying the way she tasted on his tongue and how she squirmed against his hands. Her muscles tense when his lips trail slowly down her stomach. His tongue traces her navel and it’s hard to miss the flash of smile he gives when her abs spasm in response. How is it that she could have such a powerful man at her feet, yet she still felt seconds away from being knocked off her heels?

Kneeling in front of her, sly thumbs hook into position to push the skirt up further over her hips. He looked up, eyes soft and vibrant, a devilish simper pulling his lips into a grin that could only spell trouble.

The kisses start near her knee, working their way up the warm flesh of her thigh. He moved with tortured slowness, inching her skirt up at the same speed while he climbed higher and higher. His breathing stifled watching her. The fabric lifted like a curtain for his viewing pleasure. She gripped the table’s edge, her body subconsciously arching with the brazen need to feel his tongue on her pussy.

Instead, he kissed her navel. Hands still ruffled in the fabric of her skirt he gripped her hips steady, pressing his face close to inhale her and tease around her stomach and hips.

“Ahh, Victor…”

“Still wish for me to stop?” It was a tease, to be certain. But the words were a hot whisper of veiled pleas vying to continue.

“I don’t want you to…” she pants, chuckling momentarily in defeat.

The lips that teased her skin were mesmerizing, erotically dragging a path in the wake of opened-mouth kisses and suckles. Lips so beautiful and plump. Soft lips that felt like heaven whether in her mouth or against her skin. He locked his gaze with hers, occasionally leaving small red marks like a path of rosebuds. Victor always enjoyed watching her expressions when he pushed her boundaries. And in turn, knowing he was growing harder while watching her bite her lip in anticipation only added kindling to the fire blazing in her core.

“You don’t want me to what? It’s bad enough your reports are vague and confusing, at least do me the decency of speaking clearly when we’re intimate.”

He really was a bastard, sometimes. “Please, don’t stop. I don’t want you…to stop,” she managed through grit teeth.

“I’m impressed. A please, even? Where did that colorful sass from earlier disappear to?”

She should have known he wasn’t finished punishing her. Victor brought her right leg up and over his shoulder, sending her weight back to finally sit atop the rounded edge of the sturdy table. Seeing her completely open and in view brought a cocksure smirk to his face.

When Victor’s eyes narrowed with the sharpness of a blade she sucked in a breath, heart knocking against her ribs when that lithesome tongue of his peeked out from brilliant white teeth to show itself off, rolling and lapping up the innermost of her flinching thigh. Reminding her just what it was capable of.

“However,” he continued, “that was the most pathetic plea I’ve ever heard. You’ll have to try harder than that if you want to convince me.”

His hands more venturesome than he allowed his mouth, he continued his onslaught of light touches, tracing tender places just near where she wanted him most. It was hard enough to concentrate, but the deep massaging grips working all around and up to her ass were transforming her thoughts to fluffy cotton. She could practically see them carried off by the air, floating away into nothing.

“You’re not serious.”

“Careful. Don’t forget who it is you’re talking to. If you want something from me, I expect a return.”

“This isn’t a business negotiation,” she retorts. It’s all the confidence she can muster, and unfortunately all in vain.

His hands grip forcefully, wrapping around where her thighs meet her ass, and his long fingers and knuckles allow her a brief taste of pressure against her folds. It’s so quick she hardly has time to register that it happened, but it doesn’t stop her from melting and letting out a tiny cry. She needs to feel it again. Her arms shake a bit as she fights the urge to reach out for his hand and bring it to her clit, herself.

Victor gives an exhausted, amused chuckle. “Everything in life is a negotiation, dummy. Only those who’ve never been powerful enough to set the terms say otherwise.”

“I see. Thank you for the lesson, sir.”

No sooner had she uttered the word did she felt a sharp bite grip into her thigh.

“Ahck! What the—“

“Say it again and I’ll give you another,” he replies flatly.

“That kinda hurt, ya know,” she pouts. It was more surprise than pain, in all honesty. And she should have known to expect some ire for calling him sir, knowing he despises it. Still, getting back at him a bit felt worth the bite.

“Good,” he brushes his lips against the aching spot, “if it hurts…you’ll remember.”

To her non-reply, Victor finally brought his face close to her core. His hands cupped around her thighs felt hot iron grips. She was soaked plenty, already. And she knew he knew it. Knew that she looked down and saw those large strong hands of his against her skin. The hands that she had once known only for signing her checks now caressed those forbidden places that turned her inside out. Knew that she wanted those hands pressing inside of her wetness and rolling her nipples roughly and guiding her hips while he fucks her from any angle he pleased.

All she has to do is give in to his demands. He coaxes her further, breathing hot air in short bursts against her pussy. Alternating between that and thigh kisses, now using a bit more teeth for stimulation. Before she knows it she’s desperate to press into his face, practically in tears when the moist warm breath is blown directly over her clit.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” Victor finally asks.

She can’t look at him while she says it, so she closes her eyes and leans her head back. His mouth has moved up near her hips. When she feels his tongue play at the band of her panties she gulps in preparation to speak.

“…Mmn, please touch me. I’m so turned on I…please, keep going, Victor. I need your mouth so badly,” she confesses.

Without hesitation, he presses in all the way. The sensation of intense heat mixed with the force of his lips and tongue as he sucks on her pussy through the panties is overwhelming, to say the least. She’s completely soaked, now. His wide tongue pushes against her entrance and the desire to be filled shoots to a new high.

“S-shit!” Her hands slip and send her back, knocking over a stack of papers she hadn’t realized were there.

“…You really are an idiot,” Victor stops for a second to look up. “If you feel the need to grab hold of something, my head is right here.”

“I’m sorry! That just felt so…argh, it was an accident,” she fumbles, an unmistakable feeling of hot blush flooding her face.

“What are you apologizing to me for? I won’t be the one reorganizing them before she’s allowed to leave for the day.”

Realization pulls her face into a scowl. “Heartless.”

“Clumsy dimwit.”

They both smile as she leans back on her forearms on the cold surface of the table. Her heart pounds when she feels his fingers finally push underneath her panties. She’d expected him to move them to the side, but instead, he bunched what he could of the fabric in his fist and yanked hard, ripping them from her entirely.

It’s unceremonious. And every bit Victor. It’s not for show or dramatics. When there’s something he’s after, nothing will stand in his way. Her panties were simply no different.

“What the—” She jolts.

“You won’t need them,” he cuts her off sharply.

The feeling of his lips making direct contact with her outer folds sent her melting back in silence. He took his time, working around her mound with slow kisses and licks, leaving no area untasted. When the wet tip of his tongue began to circle around her pussy, careful to avoid touching her clit or dipping inside yet, she couldn’t help but moan his name out loud.

Though he gave her enough to feel closer to pleasure than before, he was still a tease. Devouring the flesh of her outer folds rougher and rougher but refusing to place his mouth at her wet center. Though she tried to raise enough to grind his face, she was no match for the strength of his hands holding her down.

Ever the sadist, he continued to work up her sensitivity. His fingers massaged and relaxed her while the strong suck of the skin at the top of her pussy had her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Mmn, more. Please, lower,” she whined despite knowing he might scold her again.

“I’ll enjoy you how I see fit.” The words came out with a harsh bluntness, but the pace and ardor each time his mouth met skin became increasingly fervent.

“Victor…”

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m all yours,” she panted.

Finally, he gave her what she wanted. The left leg that had been dangling now hooked over his shoulder as well, leaving his head enveloped by her thighs. The tip of his tongue pushed into the base of her slit. Warm and wet and pointed, he used it to slowly open her up. Vision hazy and white from the sensation she unleashed a string of moans while his tongue zig-zagged from left to right inside of her slit, every push and twitch igniting her senses as his tongue traveled up towards her clit.

With impressive force he shoved her back onto the table, diving his face fully into her pussy. She craned her neck to watch him and found his eyes there waiting for her. Rigid arms looped around her, ending with those large hands gripping her at her torso. Their gazes lock and his entire mouth envelopes her pussy.

“Oh my god…” she mewls.

There was an intense heat flaring in his unwavering eyes. Each time his tongue teased her rapidly she could see his cheeks hollow and the muscles of his jaw flexing and twitching. Soon he was playing with her breasts while eating her out. A pinch of her nipples drained her of her strength and she fell back onto the table with a light thud, closing her eyes tightly and rolling her body in pleasure.

The pause in time made everything deafeningly silent, and the sound of Victor sucking her juices and flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit was crystal clear by comparison. She could come just from the lewd sound of what he was doing to her, alone. His head rolled, his hair tickling against her thighs, and she reaches out to grab it like a lifeline.

“I can’t…Aah—it’s so good.”

Her back arches and with the strength she has left she grinds up against his face while pushing his head into her. The hum he responds with against her folds makes her shake in pleasure. She could feel herself letting go. The pressure of his fingertips against her hardened nipples and the sensation of his stroking tongue against her throbbing pussy were the only things that mattered.

He was relentless, shaking his face against her for a time and then switching to thrust his tongue inside of her until the muscles of her legs were twitching.

“Good girl, you want to come?” Victor’s voice was muffled between her legs.

She could barely see, but somehow she managed to reply in a faint voice. “Yes, please, I’m…so close. Make me come.”

She felt his lips pull her sensitive clit into his mouth with a rough suck. Every nerve ignites, her body jolting and clamoring to escape the overwhelming sensation. But Victor chases her at every inch, mouth never letting up, only becoming rougher and more desperate to see her wriggle and cry out. She escapes a few times, only to be forcefully dragged back into his grip. A finger presses inside of her, then another. Up and down and up and down they rapidly press and stretch inside of her to the tune of his expensive watch jingling against his wrist.

Lick-lick-lick-lick-lick. As he’s pressing fingers up against her g-spot his tongue flicks urgently across her clit while he sucks. Every action dedicated to bringing her to orgasm. She hasn’t stop moaning, but it’s impossible to control or remember what it is she has said.

A low whine starts at her belly and rolls up her chest, louder and louder it escapes her mouth as she comes with an intense shiver. The heat of her orgasm escapes her. Victor happily hums into her clit in response, flat tongue traveling down to lap up her release like a fine dessert. And when her body finally relaxes she realizes she came while holding his free hand, their fingers interlocked tightly.

The room is spinning but she doesn’t even have time to collect her thoughts before she’s forcefully dragged and flipped, Victor bending her over the table and embracing her possessively.

Her breath catches in her throat at the sound of a belt buckle behind her. The chime makes her spine tingle in excitement. Against her ear, warm puffs of Victor’s breath. She just wants to lay still and let him fuck her senseless. She wants to feel him drive into her so hard they scoot the conference table.

Instead of his cock, she feels a stinging slap against her ass, and Victor’s laugh that follows heaves his chest against her back. The chuckle like warm honey from his lips at the shell of her ear.

“Cheeky girl, did you really expect me to give you more than you deserve?” He moves her hair to the side to kiss her neck briefly. “You’ll rework your presentation. I expect you prepared and at my place before the evening is out. If you manage to meet my expectations…I’ll reward you properly.”

#MLQC #mr love queen's choice #mlqc victor #mlqc fanfic #victor smut #my writing

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yawnjunie · 5 years ago

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extra long tag game (seriously, it’s very long)

tagged by: @soobindipity (ty eri!)

tagging: @acethetiques, @bloomingjun, @txtdream, @bulgo-gyu...(i’m honestly so lazy so if you want to do this, go ahead! feel free to ignore if you were tagged)

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

side effects! (oops this is a txt blog) but i’m pretty sure this is what made me want to stan skz! the song is very experimental, as it’s psychedelic edm (i believe), but i liked it a lot after a few listens. i was totally obsessed with the choreography as well, because the whole thing is just...art. they attracted me because their style of music was different than what i had seen before, and on top of being extremely talented and creative people, they were also super funny and caring.

another group that comes really close to being my favs is day6 (and i cannot even begin to describe my infatuation with this group). i listened to “shoot me” and “sweet chaos” and BAM that’s all it took to drag me into stanning this group. i’m not familiar with the inside jokes and all that, but i just love listening to their music! there is not a single bad song in their entire discography! i also have the largest heart eyes for young k’s “young one” project covers and eaJ’s original songs.

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TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

going to an ivy league or just any amazing school in general (lol is this really gonna happen tho 🤪)

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

gone out with my friends, probably (going for a boba run, going to the mall, etc.)

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

a tiny book called “be active” by charles m. schulz, filled with motivation quotes. i also bring around a book, in case i get bored.

favourite type of plushies and why?

the extra fluffy kind that i can hug or use as a pillow, but i like the bear plushies a lot too (from daiso/miniso).

favourite song right now?

darn i don’t have one 😳 but i like listening to “ribs” by lorde

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

how to make macarons, how to make/compose music, the korean language

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

i can’t think of something off the top of my head :( (i promise my life isn’t that boring but my brain isn’t conjuring up anything helpful)

headphones or speakers? why?

headphones when i want to listen to music by myself/with a friend, speakers when i want to share music openly

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

banh mi and 🍅 (even though i just had a bowl of them...sorry beomgyu)

+ also this coconut that i’m trying to open? but it’s not cooperating with me 😔

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

spotify, it’s unproblematic for the most part

ten questions (by eri, answered)

1. what’s the best trip/vacation you’ve ever had?

when i went on a tour of china (i went to a bunch of places, from the city to the mountains). it was fun exploring places i’ve never been to!

2. do you have any random fears/phobias? if yes, what are they?

spiders and bugs :(

3. weirdest food you’ve ever eaten?

either mangostine (i hated it, sorry soobin) or frog legs

4. do you have any hidden talents? what can you do?

uhhhhhhhhhhh i can memorize things quickly? i mean i don’t think it’s that big of a talent but i can remember trivial history facts really well

5. what is an activity you’d like to try out someday?

swimming underneath a waterfall or just living in the wilderness

6. when did you get your first phone and what type of phone was it?

a very long time ago when i was in 2nd grade, when i first got an ancient flip-phone...i pretty much never touched it because i never really needed to use it

7. what is a movie you never get tired of watching?

kimi no nawa! i’ve watched that movie 3 times already and it’s a great movie so i wouldn’t mind watching it again :)

8. biggest pet peeve?

dirt encrusted fingernails >:(

9. earliest childhood memory?

i’m not sure :( my memory is just a jumble of things from my childhood

10. as a child, what did you want to be? what about now?

i wanted to be anything and everything...one day i would be like “i’m going to be a doctor” and the next i would be like “nvm i want to be a magician” and as for now, i’m actually not sure because i’m interesting in many fields, including areas in both sciences and humanities.

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THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

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FOUR

PERSONAL

name: blu

nickname: blu

birthday: sometime when the flowers bloom

zodiac: aries

nationality: american

languages: english, chinese, spanish, (a bit of) japanese

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: [redacted]

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: txt and other groups i stan! i also like to take inspiration from my life experiences, books i’ve read, songs, movies. shows, and so on.

meaning behind my url: there weren’t any canon urls for yeonjun so my brain somehow went hmm? yawnjunie? sounds good (i’ve been asked this before and honestly there isn’t much logic behind my url lol)

blog established: June 5th, 2020

followers: 153 (it’s a small-ish community but thank you all for the support!)

FAVORITES

favourite animals: dogs, cats, wolves, foxes (i just love animals in general)

favourite books: asoue, the miraculous journey of edward tulane, the joy luck club, the giver series (there are more but i can’t think of them)

favourite colour: blue (i love all the colors)

favourite fictional characters: alyssa and james (teotfw), the baudelaires (asoue), and other people i can’t think of atm

favourite flower: i don’t think i have a specific favorite flower, but i like orchids!

favourite scent: the scent of pu’er tea (or the scent of dried flowers)

favourite season: i don’t have one, but i’m leaning towards autumn

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 6-9

cats or dogs: dogs (i’m serious)

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea all the way

current time: 01:05

dream trip: south america, europe, japan

dream job: tbd :’) (but i want to be in a profession in which i’m helping people)

hobbies: eating, playing piano, being a tubbs™

hogwarts house: ravenclaw (i think)

last movie watched: can’t remember, but it was probably a film about a mermaid who tried to find true love on land but ended up dying

last song listened to: i’m in love with you by kina

no. of blankets you sleep with: 1-2

random fact(s): i love mint chocolate ice cream, i like my milk tea with a bunch of toppings (pudding, aloe vera, boba pearls, etc.)

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FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to

if i could ride a bike - chevy

pinocchio - eaJ

fly me to the moon - young k

holo - lee hi

lmm - hwasa

man in a movie - day6

laughing on the outside - bernadette carroll

remember (from natsume’s book of friends) - uru

sparkle - radwimps

i loved you - day6

#the comprehensive profile of blu #this is more info about me than is on my actual about page whoops #about #tag game

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raeofalbion · 5 years ago

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Rules: List 5 quotes from various fics you love and link to the fics! Quotes can be short or long. Tag as many people as you want! (tagged by @leafenclaw - thanks so much! :D)

tagging: Idk who I follow and who follows me who hasn’t done this yet, so, if you want to do it, go for it and please tag me so I can see!

Okay, so I’ve decided to twist the rules a little and use this as a rec list for my current top five Sherlock fics and my top three Fable fics, in no particular order, so people who follow me for either fandom have something to go through. Under the cut because...long.

BBC Sherlock

Inevitable Destruction by @jimswestwood (formerly Dionysisch)

(Ao3; Sheriarty) Bored, Jim invites Sherlock into his home, Sherlock decides to stay. — It’s a beautiful 4 part oneshot series that deals heavily with existentialism and wanting, framed in an almost elegant, bordering on philosophical light. Oh and it makes me cry. It makes me cry a lot.

Sometimes it would hit him so hard it became painful even to breathe. The meaninglessness of it all. It all dissolved into the same ephemeral prettiness of clouds, of smoke, of things that could fascinate but hold no substance at all, vanish at the touch. The air in his lungs, the wall he kept staring at. Himself. The words flowing through his brain. Nothing. Just a casual connection, weak strings giving intolerable heaviness to sounds and letters. In the end, the more he repeated something, the more he realized emptiness. Sounds rolling in his mouth numbing his palate, as he took another mask, another voice, another self - an evocation of something he forgot along the way, and in which he forgot part of himself.

Bored, bored, bored. Bored.

His thin lips part slightly, tongue darting gently over scabs of a tormented nature, sign of a certain carelessness betraying a polished image in all its destructiveness. “Bored,” Jim repeats, again. Just a murmur. Gentle, quiet, making sure not to disturb the non-existent life in a bubble of static silence. It makes him think of grey, grey dullness, something like quicksand but gripping at his brain and his heart and paralyzing him until he cannot breathe and exploding into a million pieces sounds like the most tolerable image. Scattering himself like cosmic dust. He wonders if, in that case, he would give life to other stars or just decay. Once more.

Not Until Then by @jamlocked

(Ao3; Sheriarty, Sherlock/James Moriarty) After Sherrinford, Sherlock goes to see Jim’s brother. What follows is in no way straightforward. — There was a three-way tie for me between this fic, Daemon, and Between Shadows and Sunlight, but this fic. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it and I still can’t say for certain what I think is really happening. It’s gorgeous, elusive, and I love how much it makes me think. Jam’s a master at well-crafted, incredibly twisty plots and I’m just...endlessly fascinated by this one.

Sherlock watches his chest stop moving. David’s head tilts a fraction, like he’s listening to a far-off sound. And then…

…and then, his left hand moves to his left knee. It’s an instantly familiar gesture, one burned into Sherlock’s hard drive. Every other thought falls away. Sherlock feels his eyes widen and his mouth drop open, a gasp stuck behind his teeth. The cold, the silence of the country, the light of the windows, all melt to nothing as he watches David ripple his fingers (beats like digits) over his bent leg, pushing a slight emphasis on the roll of his thumb.

For a few seconds, he can’t breathe. His eyes snap up to David’s face - and it is David’s face, it is, but all he can see is Jim. Jim sitting there with his eyes closed and his hair a mess, slumped in exhaustion but still, always, drumming his own beat. Except that wasn't his beat, that was theirs. He knows of no one else who ever saw Jim make that move, and there’s no reason anyone ever should. That was part of their game.

He whirls to the side, back into darkness. His shoe makes a noise as it shifts on the gravel, but it barely registers. He blinks rapidly, playing the movement back, checking he saw what he thought he saw, not just what he wanted. Why would he want that? (Except wasn’t that his secret hope, wasn’t he sad when he realised he was wrong?) He doesn’t want that. It was just…

Logic. Logic. They’re brothers. He doesn’t know what characteristics they shared, and he doesn’t know when they last talked. There are any number of explanations; indeed, they’re lining up in his brain, each one ready to squash down the live-wire burst of shock. Coincidence (rarely so lazy), or wishful thinking, or his brain overlaying a strong moment from his past onto something innocuous.

Sherlock breathes out, and looks back through the window. David is rinsing the plates at the sink, ready for the dishwasher. Just a too-thin, tired man. Sherlock calms himself, and walks back around the house to let himself back in. He has to see this through. He has to know what he’s doing here, and then there’ll be no need to come back.

To What End? by collaborativesheriartyparty

(Ao3; Sheriarty) Texting, drinks, and...something more. Unique. Possibly dangerous. Definitely addicting. — I don’t know what to say about this series that someone else hasn’t already said but gods, they (the writers) are so good. There’s a depth and a complexity and a lovely, wonderful vulnerability to how both of them write their respective characters and watching Jim and Sherlock’s relationship unfold feels incredibly intimate and, at times, like I should have given them a bit of time alone. It’s fantastic. <3

Sherlock had a funny way of getting revenge, of paralyzing his enemy. Jim appreciated it. Why do with effort what could be done with a whisper? The nights he’d dreamt of the detective had transformed his mornings, either giving him a renewed sense of patience or a real urge to get creative in his ventures. Jim had wanted to give Sherlock every chance to notice him, and chase him down. If Sherlock slipped cuffs on his wrists right now with a ‘gotcha’, would it be worth it? Yes. “I think…” Jim murmured, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips and, oops, brushing Sherlock’s lobe in the process, “that you should be texting John.” How he managed sing-song just now was a bloody feckin’ wonder. Maybe because he only took John so seriously. “Telling him you’ll be home…soon,” Jim continued, tone back to a distracted drawl, and took another deep inhale of Sherlock, his leg almost brushing the other’s now. To Jim, they were the only people in the bar right now, in the world. His eyes had closed, and it took every effort to keep his hands off Sherlock. “Instead of starting something you don’t want to finish.” He’d intended warning, but somehow it had turned out sounding like a challenge.

Circadian Disruption by @like-the-direction

(Ao3; Sheriarty) They are many things--brilliant, determined, enemies, lovers, human only in looks--and, if Molly has any say in it, soon they’ll also be free. — It was a tie for me between this series and Corpus Callosum--both invoke similar levels of internal joyful screaming, but I seem to recall CC being recced recently, so I thought it might be a good idea to rec this one. And oh, gods, what to say about these fics. They’re so incredibly well written--the prose is beautiful and feels impeccably well-thought out. There’s so many layers to everything that it’s impossible for me to read without finding myself just sitting there, wondering. And crying. This one makes me cry, too.

“Do you dream of waterfalls?”

Sherlock pauses mid-step.

“Waterfalls,” Moriarty says, hushed, “and a precipice. You, and me.” There is something in his voice, a quiet heartbreak, and it cracks ever so slightly when he asks, “Do you dream of falling?”

Slowly, Sherlock turns. Moriarty is deadly serious when he meets his eyes.

“Victorian clothing,” he goes on, while the image - the recurring dream Sherlock has had since the day he met James Moriarty face to face - begins to form in his mind’s eye. “Me, all in black. You, wearing that fucking--”

“Deerstalker,” Sherlock says in unison with him, unsure what is happening, but feeling in his bones that it is significant, important somehow. Moriarty nods a bit, and Sherlock slowly continues, “I...refer to you as--”

“‘Professor,’” Moriarty finishes with him, and Sherlock is dimly aware of his pulse rising as he makes his way back toward Moriarty at the ledge. His adversary’s eyes briefly appear wet, but it’s difficult to tell in the light. Moriarty says, “We stand at the cliff’s edge, and I ask you something. I ask, ‘Shall we--’”

“‘Shall we go over together?’” Sherlock whispers with him. They are standing so close. Sherlock can see his reflection in Moriarty’s eyes. “Why do you know that?” he asks faintly, looking between his twin reflections. “How could you know that?”

“You tell me, Detective.”

It’s a test - Moriarty knows, certainly he knows - but Sherlock thinks he may, as well. “It...wasn’t a dream.”

dinner by @very-trivial

(Ao3; Jimcroft) Mycroft Holmes is a dangerous man--mysterious, isolated. Sherlock and Jim are convinced he’s secretly a top government official, but they can’t begin to comprehend the scale of his power. To clarify: Mycroft Holmes is a food critic. — This fic never fails to cheer me up. It’s lovely and the descriptions of food, as well as the character interactions, are so amazingly spot-on. Jim and Sherlock’s insistence that Mycroft is a scary government-man is surprisingly funny, particularly alongside Mycroft’s worry that they’ll figure out what his job really is. Also, the end is oddly heartwarming? The whole thing is just really good.

“You’re a crit-”

A hand slapped over Jim’s mouth.

Despite everything Jim now knew about Mycroft Holmes, in this very moment, he looked scarier than ever.

“I’ll tell you everything, but not a single word passes through your mouth - not now, not ever,” the man hisses, sotto voce. The silencing hand did not relent one millimeter as he pressed on. Jim was starting to regret seating them in a corner booth away from prying eyes.

“If my identity so much as appears as a rumor on the D-list food vlogs , I will make sure you never eat in this town again. You’ll never be able to order curry without wondering if the dish has been tampered with. Maybe poison, maybe they just spit in it. I have clout in this world, Jim Moriarty, and you don’t. You put my name out there and I will use it . I have friends in high places, sir , and they owe me favors. I’ve made careers, I’ve launched veritable nobodies into international stardom. Don’t think for one moment you’ll ever be able to set foot into any decent restaurant again if you cross me. You'll live off cheap instant noodles for the rest of your life. Not even the good Korean kind.”

Fable

The Sergeant by deadpan riot

(FFN; m!Sparrow & Reaver) Reaver returns home from Samarkand to find Sparrow has usurped his home. Oh, and Sparrow has a new pet. — First things first: I adore deadpan riot’s Sparrow; our Sparrows are somewhat similar, so it makes this fic (well, actually series but the series isn’t up in full) a really easy read for me. This fic balances out the ridiculousness and hilarity of poorly-paired roommates (with a pet balverine) and the solemnity and almost depression that comes from everything that happens in Fable II and all the choices one makes but still manages to keep the story lighthearted and well-paced.

"Did you know, my dear boy, that that beast of yours has, in fact, retained a marginally functional knowledge of the human language? Illiteracy aside, of course…" Reaver toyed with one of the bottles nearest him, watching the hero through his bangs. Smiles had again gone to try his luck at bottle roulette.

"Well, yea, I guessed as much since he does tend to listen to me…But what the hell are you two doing?" Sparrow was now coming down the stairs, prompting Reaver to stretch languidly across them.

"Whiling away my time banished to the foyer, what else?"

Sparrow stopped on the step above Reaver, eyeing the pirate, the bottles, and the general disarray of the room at large. "So 'whiling away the time' includes turning all the pictures upside down as well?"

Reaver cast a glance at the reversed paintings. "As a matter of fact it does, oddly enough."

Snow and Stones by Lilith Encodead

(FFN; f!Sparrow/Reaver) Reaver hears rumours that someone new has taken control of Bloodstone only to find Sparrow and a cursed snowglobe waiting for him. — Considering I prefer platonic Sparrow and Reaver fics, you might be surprised to learn this is my favourite Fable fic of all time. And it kills me that it’s not complete. Lilith creates such an amazing atmosphere in here and there’s such a gravity to the fic that everything, even the lighter moments, just seem to carry a lovely weight to them. The way she writes Sparrow and Reaver is gorgeous too, and I just...Lilith, wherever you are, please??? finish??? fic??? D: Please???

"I'm not going to play your stupid little game." she sneered slowly. "If you want answers - look around."

Reaver did not move. He did not speak. Then, ungraciously he eased his grip, before giving his pistol one last shove into her head. Her fontanelle was knocked back into the stone Cullis Gate, as the force reverberated through her skull. With an aching head and blurred vision, Sparrow watched him rise up and survey his surroundings.

Reaver examined the hauntingly empty area briefly, before looking straight back at Sparrow, as if averting his eyes from something disgustingly gory. Around the two of them were the smashed remains of once mighty stone ruins covered in ivy and surrounded by dandelion weeds. Jagged lumps of stone nested the Cullis Gate, depicting faded carvings of the Old Religion bleached by sun and faded with time. A standalone rock archway stood crumbling in front of them; beyond which was a chalky white path leading down to the town.

Every water, every cell, of Reaver's body could sense a foreboding danger through the archway, down the dusty path, and back to his past.

"This is a trick." he insisted. "An elaborate deception fabricated by a vindictive Will-user."

Sparrow remained sat on the Cullis Gate, knowing that Reaver would knock her down again if she gave another dissatisfactory answer.

"Its not." she said simply, as if talking to a child that should know better. "You know it's not."

That Which Moves the Stars by ingresviolin

(Ao3; f!HoBW/Reaver, f!HoBW/Ben Finn) Beatrice, empath and princess, embarks on a quest to find her missing father shortly after her mother’s death. — It’s still in early days, but there’s something very charming and curious about this fic. I love that the quest is mainly research-based so far and that all the characters have a wonderfully defined depth and clarity. I’m so curious and excited to see how it all comes together in the end.

"You look very young for being very old," Beatrice whispered at a nearly inaudible level. Her mother and Logan did not catch the comment, but both men at the table did. Reaver glared at her with the same menacing expression as earlier that day, but his eyes were darker than before. Beatrice felt an internal prickle of excitement: her favorite feeling.

She didn't need to touch Reaver to know he was upset, but as his glare darkened her excitement turned to fear. She could see her own image in the darkness of his pupils, as well as the glowing flames of the fireplace behind her. And she could have sworn to Avo that the two were not separate, but that the Beatrice-shaped homunculus at the center of the tiny conflagration in his eyes was being burned alive.

#thanks for the tag!#memes #fic rec I guess #very long post #sorry this took so long I wanted to reread my favs to make sure I was getting my actual fav fics/lines #there are so many fics I wanted to put in here but couldn't because of space #I'm sure some people will be surprised by my Fable fic choices buuuut...yeah #the Fable ones were hard though; I have too much history with some of these writers #maybe one day I'll do a proper rec list #leafenclaw

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phartography-universe · 6 years ago

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Bold Aesthetic Tag

Rules: bold all the aesthetics that you relate to

- side a - the city

glittering lights, yawning, skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neon signs, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles

- side b - the book nerd

large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents

- side c - the stereotypical girl

soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes

- side d - the stereotypical boy

arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums

- side e - the nature hippie

mini plants, cloud-watching, star-gazing, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-colored leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses

- side f - the rebel

Cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape flavored bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings

- side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies

- side h - the summer

Tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones

- side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colors, hair braids, soft sweaters, colorful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zentangling, vintage cameras

- side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, videocassettes, colorful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower

- side k - @masterninjacow + @hunnieyeol’s aesthetics

boba tea, rainy days, young adult books, large glasses, ripped plaid jackets, cat purrs, lip-biting, nose scrunches, huge t-shirts, lofi music, passionate ramblings, furious typing, tv shows, uncontrollable laughter, dark clothes, spicy food, wavy hair, naps, tea, notebooks, broken earphones, fairy lights

- side l - @loser-dot-com’s aesthetico

short nails, fidgeting, lemony scents, chapped lips, frappuchinos, plants, full bookshelves, fresh linen scent, perfectionist, knickknacks, cursive headings, overpacking, chocolate ice cream, soft fabrics, daydreaming, sheet music, color coding, watermelon, no makeup, doodling, hot showers, brown eyes, to do lists, cacti, inspirational posters, rock collections, seashells

- side m - cherryblossomjoong’s aesthetic

Disney, K-pop, music, cotton candy, iced coffee, cuddles, kisses, love letters, affection, cherry lip gloss, cherry blossoms, colourful lights, roses, baby pinks, light grey, dreamcatchers, unorganized, self esteem issues, singing, dancing, LDR, fruits, 90’s music, 80’s music, light make up.

- side n - @thisisgospelofthehorizon’s aesthetic ~

Stuffed animals, black out curtains, dancing in the rain, shades of pink, blue raspberry lollipops, ravens, rose bushes, soft air static from vinyl records, fruity scents, jasmine candles, kittens mewing, being a blanket burrito, fairytale books, pizza, bunny kisses, holding pinkies, wishing on stars, highlighter as eye shadow

- side o - @ilaneyk‘s aesthetic !

Messy hair, playing with the wind with your hand in a car ride, pampering yourself, coffee with vanilla, walking barefoot, anklets, when you actually feel real happy and don’t care about anything, making people genuinely laugh, warm breeze, comfy clothes, banana splits, cinnamon rolls, finally finishing a book and liking it, colorful eyeliner, peacefully falling asleep.

- side p - @phartography-universe‘s aesthetic

the smell of rain, the rolling of thunder from far away, the sound of waterfalls, fairy lights, nature taking over manmade things, vintage bicycles, heavy snow fall on clusters of pine trees, horseback riding (bareback), looking at the stars and being able to see the Milky Way, dorky stickers, warm soup on a cold day, platonic cuddles, holding hands, falling asleep on someone’s shoulder, window seats, the golden hours, cats cuddling with me, gaining an animal’s trust, pinwheels, origami cranes, rainbows, cotton t-shirts, crazy socks, mason jars, succulents, sitting in bed at 4:30 in the morning and contemplating life, bear hugs, eating s’mores while sitting by a campfire, failed recipes, overthinking, letting my hair down and rolling down my windows on the highway with my music blasting, dancing without caring, watching clouds, picnics in the summer, overflowing bookcases, open fields, encountering wildlife, quiet hikes, reaching the summit of a mountain, collecting rocks, friendship bracelets, loose braids, afternoon naps, soft instrumental music, acoustic guitar, strumming the ukulele, singing at the top of my lungs, rereading a book I love, lavender sprigs, fireflies, birdsong, too many blankets, wind chimes gently blowing, soft rain, wildflowers, getting lost in small but full bookstores, foxes, waves lapping gently against the shore, the ocean, hermit crabs, blossoming trees, listening to music I love while walking across campus, kind strangers, ferris wheels.

I was tagged by @ilaneyk thank you so much! I think I may have gone a bit overboard, oops.

I’m gonna tag...

@incorrect-imfact @incorrect-ace @sechanny @jinjinmyworld @1ovebf @freckles-and-books @crispy-donghun @leewaves @leeknw @secretgayygent @sunshine-jaehyun

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