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merrybloomwrites · 28 days ago

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Little Things (Chapter 2)

Summary: It's time for you to leave the shelter to move into your new home with your doms, Harry and Louis. It's a tough transition, but the two of them are there to help you through it.

Word Count: 3.5K

CW: mentions of past abuse, dom/sub au dynamics, mentions of littlespace

Previous chapters: one

AN: Thank you to all who showed interest in the first chapter of this! I've had a lot of ideas in mind for this story and I'm happy to finally be sharing them.

This wasn't supposed to get posted until next Friday but I got impatient and I make the rules, so here it is now! Also I'm finishing the third chapter right now, which is finally all about reader going into little headpsace, and will probably post that tomorrow

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You sit in your room at the shelter, trying not to stress over what just happened. Ms. Emily had brought you to her office where you met two men, two doms named Harry and Louis who were married. She had explained they were looking to adopt a sub. More specifically, they wanted to adopt a little.

And while you technically fell into that category, you knew they wouldn’t want you. Doms looking for littles want someone who is in headspace a lot. And you never slip if you can help it.

You’ve only gone into your littlespace three times since you were rescued. Ms. Emily was there each time, and she took care of you and always reassured you once you came back up, but you still didn’t like it. You felt like a burden, and you were scared of how you acted. You don’t feel like yourself when you slip. It’s like this whole other person takes over and you just have to watch as she basically possesses your body.

So yea, there’s no way these doms will choose you. Years of abuse have broken you, made you into a bad sub who’s unworthy of love and care.

The afternoon passes with you dwelling on these thoughts.

Which is why you’re shocked to your core when Ms. Emily comes back and asks if you’d like to live with Louis and Harry.

“They don’t want me,” you answer.

“Now why would you say that?” she asks.

“I’m not good enough. I’ll never be what they’re looking for. I can’t be.”

Emily wraps her arms around you, and you lean into her. It had taken a while for you to get comfortable with hugs, but she’d worked with you for weeks and now it doesn’t feel so weird. It feels kind of nice to be held by her.

“Sweetheart,” she begins. “You are good enough. You are worthy of love, Y/N. And that’s what Harry and Louis want to give you.”

“Wait, what?” You pull back enough to look her in the eyes and say, “What do you mean?”

She smiles and says, “They’d like to adopt you.”

“No way. Why would they choose me?”

“Well they were moved by your story-”

You cut her off to say, “So they know. They know how messed up I am. Do they just feel bad for me? Pity me?”

“No, honey. It’s not that. First of all, you are not messed up. You had a lot of messed up stuff happen to you, but you survived that. And they don’t pity you. But they do see someone deserving of a loving home, and that is what they have to offer.”

“They really want me?” you ask, needing to hear it again.

“Yes, Y/N. They want you. Didn’t hesitate, didn’t need any time to think it over. They met you and knew you were the match for them.” Tears fill your eyes as you listen to Emily. Never before had you been wanted. Your family hadn’t wanted you, the one sub amongst all the older dom siblings. They didn’t love you, just used you to fulfill their sick fantasies.

But Louis and Harry. They want you. They’re choosing you. And though you’re scared, worried that you’ll disappoint them, hope begins to fill you. For the first time, you may have a true home. So when Ms. Emily asks you again if you want to live with them, you immediately say yes.

You don’t get to go with them right away though. They come back the next day to spend time with you and help you feel more comfortable with them. They’re kind, and gentle, and you like being with them.

On Friday they come again and this time you leave the shelter with them to go to lunch. It’s weird being out in public, especially when they explain who they are and that they’re famous. This makes you feel nervous, but they reassure you that your safety and privacy is a top priority for them.

One thing you notice is that they never tell you what to do. You’re always given choices, and they ask you questions, wanting to know your opinion. They let you choose the restaurant and allow you to pick anything off of the menu.

And while it’s nice that they’re giving you freedom, it makes you a bit uncomfortable. It’s not in your nature to make so many decisions, and truthfully, it has you feeling fatigued. You wish that they’d tell you what to do, make the decisions for you. That’s the way it should be. They’re the doms, and you’re the sub.

Back at the shelter that night you talk to Ms. Emily about those feelings. She says that you shouldn’t be afraid to tell them about your needs. That they’ll want to listen and do what is best for you.

You spend the weekend preparing to leave the shelter for good, as you’ll be leaving Monday afternoon to go to Harry and Louis’ home. It’s weird to leave here, as it’s the first place you’ve ever felt safe. But you know that this has always been the goal. To find a permanent home, a family of your own.

It’s sad saying goodbye to Ms. Emily, but she reassures you that she will keep in touch and you’ll still see her. She’s surprised when you go back for one more hug, but holds you tight for a moment and lets herself feel the pride at how far you’ve already come.

The boys lead you to the car, where two other people wait. Louis introduces them as a driver and a security guard. You’re wondering if this is normal, and like he can read your mind, Louis adds, “We’re just being extra cautious today. It’s our first time being responsible for someone else, I hope you don’t mind us going a bit overboard.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” you reply.

“Well then, let’s get you home,” Harry says. The three of you slide in the backseat. You’re in the middle squished between the two. Before you can click in your seatbelt, you find Louis has grabbed it to do it for you. It’s a caregiver move for sure, and you once again hope they won’t be disappointed if you’re unable to be little in the way they want.

It’s a quiet drive, and you sit as still as possible to not bring any attention to yourself. It’s something you’d learned growing up and it’s a hard habit to break.

Finally the car pulls into a long, gated driveway. Based on that, you’re expecting a huge mansion, but you’re pleasantly surprised to see a nice, cute, albeit fairly large, house. Big enough to hold a fair number of people, but not so enormous as to be overwhelming or garish.

Harry leads you inside while Louis grabs your bag from the car. You stand just inside the doorway, looking around while waiting for instructions from your doms on what to do next, where you’re allowed to go.

It’s a relief when Louis says, “Let’s do a little tour, shall we?”

He and Harry lead you from room to room, starting with all the main spaces downstairs. There’s the living room, kitchen, dining room, library, den, laundry room, and two bathrooms. They also show you the door that leads out to the backyard, and they reassure you that it’s completely private. You peer at the high fence that surrounds the entire property, and for a second you feel uneasy. If something goes wrong, if they’re not as nice as they seem, you’ll be trapped. But you try to push those thoughts away. They’ve been nothing but kind. They’re nothing like your family. They won’t hurt you.

Next you’re led upstairs to be shown all the bedrooms. There’s two guest rooms, Harry and Louis’ room, and then they end with yours. It’s bigger than you’d expected, a large bed and a matching dresser and desk. There’s a bookshelf filled with a mix of novels and picture books. The more you look, the more you pick up on things that indicate this is a room for a little.

The dresser is low, and the top is soft, showing that it doubles as a changing table. There are toys suited for a young child. The bed has removable railings that can be put in place when you’re little to make sure you don’t fall out of bed. And then you notice the camera.

Harry sees you look at it with trepidation and says, “That will only be turned on when you’re little. The rest of the time we’ll keep it off so you can have privacy. It’s just to make sure you’re safe. Is that alright?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” you reply. It makes you more uncomfortable that he’s asking you for your opinion. He’s the dominant here, you’re the submissive. If they wanted to keep a camera on at all times that’s well within their right to do so. It’s strange to you that they keep giving you so many choices, and you wish they wouldn’t.

“What’s wrong?” Louis asks, picking up on your discomfort.

“Nothing,” you quickly reply, not wanting to seem ungrateful by complaining.

“Why don’t we all sit and chat for a bit?” Harry says.

“Okay,” you reply.

“Would you be more comfortable here or in the living room?” he asks.

Again with the choices. Even something as simple as that is weighing on you. Before you can control it you’re shouting out, “Please stop!”

Immediately you’re horrified by your outburst. You’d misbehaved, surely you’re going to be punished, or maybe even sent back. You couldn’t even last an hour without ruining it. You look up in horror and begin to apologize, saying, “I’m sorry. Sir, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t- I don’t know what that was. Please, don’t send me back, I’ll be better.”

The room is silent for a moment, no one knowing how to handle this situation.

“Y/N, sit down,” Louis finally says. You do as you’re told, sitting on the edge of the bed. There’s a rocking chair in the corner of the room you’re facing, and Louis sits there, leaning forward towards you. Harry stands between, letting Louis take control from the moment.

“First of all, we will not be sending you back,” Louis says. “You live here now, with us. And while in the future you may be punished for speaking to us like that, you won’t be this time. You’re learning, and this is an adjustment for everyone. Obviously something is bothering you, but we can’t fix that unless you communicate with us. Y/N, please tell us what is wrong.”

“You keep asking me questions. Wanting me to choose things,” you answer.

“And would you rather us make the decisions?” he asks and you nod yes.

Harry speaks next and asks, “Is it because you think we should be in charge and always tell you what to do?”

“Well, yeah. Subs aren’t supposed to have freedom. We’re supposed to do what doms tell us to do,” you explain.

Harry moves closer, crouching down right beside you. He looks up, starts to move his hand like he’s reaching for you but decides against it. “Sweetheart, of course you have freedom. We aren’t like other dominants. We don’t believe that you’re less than us. You get to have opinions, you get to have control over your life.”

You listen and think about what he’s saying. It scares you, the idea of running your own life. You imagine what that will be like, how loud and confusing your mind will be trying to figure out what to do, what you want.

“That’s too much,” you say. “Too much pressure. I could choose wrong. Please don’t make me do that.”

Louis speaks up again and says, “Would you feel better if we made the decisions? Set rules and routines for you to follow?”

You imagine that, simply fulfilling what they tell you to do, and everything goes calm, quiet. Peace washes over you at the thought, and so you answer, “Yes. I want to do as I’m told. It’s in my nature.”

They both smile as you say that. Because you’re right. And they’re proud of you for knowing that and having the courage to express your needs.

“Then we can do that,” Harry says. “Here’s what we’ll do for now. There’s about an hour until dinner. You stay here for half an hour to settle and then come down to the living room until the food is ready. That way you can get comfortable with both of those spaces. After dinner we’ll sit and go over rules and routines.”

“Yes sir,” you reply.

“Y/N, I’d like for you to call me Harry. Titles like sir will be reserved for punishments, and we can discuss what you’ll call us when you’re in littlespace. But for the most part, you’re to call me Harry.”

“Same goes for me. Well, no, I mean, call me Louis. It’d be a bit confusing if you were to call me Harry, huh?” Louis says, causing all of you to laugh. The tension breaks and Harry and Louis both stand to leave.

“We’ll be in the kitchen if you need us for anything. You may come find us at any time,” Harry says.

“I’ll drop off your bag in a minute,” Louis says and they both walk out of the room.

There’s a bathroom attached to your room so you first use that. When you walk back out, your bag is sitting on the bed. You neatly put away what little belongings you have, noticing the dresser and closet are filled with clothes for you. It doesn’t escape you that some are a much younger style, clearly meant for when you slip into headspace.

Sighing, you close up those drawers and lay on the bed. It’s comfy, soft with lots of pillows and a pretty floral comforter. And it’s a space all your own, something you’ve never had before. You stay there and relax until a timer goes off. You grab it from the bedside table and make your way down to the living room.

Louis is waiting there for you and seeing you enter right on time he says, “That’s a good girl, listening so well to directions. We’d like you to use this time to work on something, either read a book or do a puzzle. Something to keep your mind active. Would you like me to choose for you?”

You think for a minute and reply, “I’d like to do a puzzle. But can you please pick which one?”

“Of course, love,” he says as he walks over to one of the shelves. He looks for a moment then grabs a box and says, “Here, this one’s nice.”

“Thank you, Louis.”

“I’m going to see if Harry needs my help. You get started on this.”

You sit on the floor in front of the coffee table and begin to pull out the edge pieces. Getting lost in the task, you jump when Harry walks in saying, “Dinner’s ready.” Seeing that he’s startled you he then says, “Sorry, love, didn’t mean to scare you. Did you do all of that in just a few minutes? Good job!”

You’ve completed the entire outline and were starting to sort the inner pieces by shape, a trick one of the other subs at the shelter had taught you. And while you’d made progress, it was only a puzzle. Nothing really to be proud about, but there’s Harry, looking like you’ve solved world hunger. It makes you feel warm inside, this praise that they seem to give quite freely.

“C’mon, you can leave that here to work on again later. Go wash up and meet us in the dining room,” Harry says. You do as you’re told and the scent that hits you once you get to the table has your mouth watering.

Growing up you’d been fed enough to sustain you. Never anything fancy or particularly tasty. It was for survival, not enjoyment.

The food at the shelter was good, definitely tastier than you’d ever had before.

But this, whatever Harry has made, looks a thousand times better than even the best food at the shelter. The three of you sit and eat, Harry and Louis supplying most of the conversation, which you’re grateful for. When it’s done they tell you to head back to the living room and they’ll meet you after they clean up.

“Can I help clean?” you ask. You feel bad that you haven’t done anything to help so far, and you’re hoping to pitch in now so you feel less like a freeloader.

“Not tonight love. Later we’ll talk about the different jobs you’ll have around the house, but none of that will start until we’ve all discussed it,” Louis answers.

“I understand,” you say and turn to head to the living room as you were told. You work on the puzzle more until both Harry and Louis join you.

“Have a seat there,” Louis says, pointing to the armchair. They sit on the couch across from it, ensuring that you can see both of them clearly for this conversation.

“It’s become clear that you do well with set boundaries and routine, is that fair to say?” Harry asks.

You nod, and Harry adds, “First rule, always respond verbally unless you’re too young mentally to do so.”

“Yes, sir,” you answer quickly.

“Y/N, you’re not in trouble, you don’t have to call me sir. You’re still learning,” Harry says.

“Let’s go over the rules we have and the schedule we’ve made up for you,” Louis quickly says.

For the next half hour the three of you talk. They explain all of the expectations they have for you, and give you papers with your rule list and daily schedule so you can keep those in your room to refer to when needed.

“Of course, all of this will be changed and adjusted when you’re in littlespace, but if you’re old enough to follow a certain rule then you’ll still be expected to follow it,” Louis says after everything is discussed.

You don’t reply, looking down at the papers you’re holding instead.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” Harry asks.

You take a deep breath and begin to explain why that might not happen often. “I don’t go into headspace much. When I was with my family they would just leave me alone and I’d wake up starving and a mess, and well, you can imagine. Or they’d do things to me because I couldn’t fight back. So I trained myself not to slip. Even now I try not to. It scares me to be so vulnerable. So just, please don’t be disappointed if I’m not as much of a little as you were hoping for.”

Neither of them answer you so you finally look up. You’re not prepared to see tears streaming down Harry’s face or swimming in Louis' eyes. Their reactions have you wanting to break down, but you can’t. Not now. Not yet. You look back at the papers in your lap and distract yourself by studying the rules until both doms have stopped their tears.

Louis is the first to speak. “Y/N, we don’t have any sort of expectations for you. If you do slip, or you don’t slip, that’s fine with us. We’re prepared to take care of you no matter what. Your safety and happiness is what matters.” Harry nods along with him to show that he agrees with everything Louis is saying.

“Thank you,” is all you manage to say. For now, you hope that it’s enough.

“It’s been a long day,” Harry says. “And according to your schedule it’s time to get ready for bed. C’mon, we’ll head up with you.”

The three of you go upstairs, and the boys remain in your bedroom while you get ready in the bathroom. When you’re finished you see that they’ve pulled back the covers, and it looks so cozy and inviting.

“If you’re comfortable with it, we’d like to tuck you in each night,” Louis explains. “We feel it’s a good way for us to connect with you. Plus it just seems like a nice way to wind down at the end of the day.”

“I think I’d like that,” you answer. Sliding into bed, Harry tucks the blankets around you. There’s only a soft lamp on, casting a warm glow to the room. They tell you that you can come to their room if you need them, or you can press a button that’s on the bedside table that sends an alert to their phones. You feel so content and safe knowing that they’ll always be there if you need them.

Before they go, they each press a gentle kiss to the top of your head, wishing you a good night and sweet dreams. It doesn’t take long for you to fall into a peaceful sleep, so content, and for the first time ever, so hopeful for your future.

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AN: Thank you for reading! Like I said, chapter 3 should be out tomorrow! I literally woke up this morning and decided to start it and now it's at 3.5K words and almost finished.

Next chapter here!

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yuyu1024 · 1 year ago

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Always waiting

Pairings: Yoongi × y/n

Genre/tags: secret relationship

Warning: 🔞 smut, needy, clingy, a little sad, cursing [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. Please check pinned post for more..

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 😊

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I'm lying down in the couch watching a solo camping vlog of some random youtuber I found while waiting for him.

The food I made, that's supposed to be our dinner, is now packed inside a tupperwear in the fridge for reheating tomorrow. Not even sure if we'll get to even eat it tomorrow.

The wine that I bought for him, the slightly expensive wine that he really really loves, is now in my hand. I'm drinking my second glass even though I don't like drinking.

The dress, the black halter neck cut-out midi dress I bought two weeks ago for this date night, is now in the laundry hamper basket. I accidentally spilled wine on it earlier. What a bummer.

The joy and the giddy feeling I had for the past three weeks is now gone.

I've been preparing and been waiting for this day to come for months now. Coz I thought that I would spend a lot of time with him since it's a big night for us. I thought he would consider adjusting his schedule for this day. As today is our second anniversary.

But I guess since it's already pass 9pm and he's still not here, he's not into celebrating 2yrs with me. I guess, it's just a not so important dinner for him. Though I can't blame him coz this is supposed to be a surprise. But still, we're supposed to eat dinner together. He knows that. We do that when he visits me.

I want to cry. I really do. However, I need to hold it in. If ever, only if, he still come to my apartment to drop by, he cannot see me like that.

An hour later, after my third glass of wine and finishing a few more videos on youtube, finally the door beeps. He's entering the code to enter.

"Oh. You're still awake?" He says as he taked off his coat. Then he looks down at the bottle of wine sitting on top of the table. "Why are you drinking?" He frowns. "You don't like alchocol..."

As he's loosening his tie, he begins to walks towards the living room. I scoot over the side of the sofa to give him space to sit down.

He looks tired. He exhales so heavily as he sits down beside. "Any trouble at work?" I say weakly and then begin to caress his hand while holding it.

"There were issues." He lays his head back, closing his eyes. "But luckily we resolved it."

"That's good to hear." I force a small smile even though he's not looking.

I'm still sad but I guess, he can't help but miss the dinner. Work is priority.

I let go of his hand and quielty walk to the kitchen to put away the wine and my used glass. "Are you hungry? Want me to make you anything or... I could reheat the dinner I had earlier."

"No thank you. I already had dinner..."

I pause as I finish washing the glass. "Oh, okay." I answer. "The whole team ate dinner?"

He didn't answer. I turn around to go back to sit beside him but I see him looking at me.

"Come here..." he says lightly tapping his thigh. He wants me to sit on his lap. "Facing me..." he adds

I do as he asks. I also pull my oversized t-shirt a bit up, exposing more skin to please him.

"I've missed you..." he exhales those three words as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into the biggest hug.

His face burried onto my chest. I took the chance to kiss the top of his head, "Me too... so much." My voice breaks a little at the end.

"I'm sorry for not visiting you frequently..." he mumbles. "I want to see you often... but..."

Hearing him say that breaks my heart even more. Just hearing him say, he wanted too but he just can't is painful and yet gives me reassurance that he really does miss me.

Yoongi and I barely see each other. Not like every couples out there. He's very busy at work and some other things in his life too. I want to beg for more time and attention but I know I can't. I just try to understand him. I just keep on waiting for him.

"I want to promise you more... but I don't want to break them..."

"I know. I understand." I answer

"Y/n..." he says my name as his hands roam around under my shirt. "Your skin is so warm..."

I tilt his head up to face me. "Can I kiss you?"

"Of course!" He snarls and immediately pulling me into a kiss without hesitation.

Fuck. I'm melting. His quiet moans as we kiss is making me feel a lot of things. It's one of my favorite things in this world.

"Please..." I breathe, "Make... love... to me..." in between kisses

He didn't answer through words as our mouths are busy eating each other's lips. Instead his hand made it clear, it's a yes.

He carried me (still kissing me) and make our way to the bedroom.

He's so hungry for me. I could feel my emotions building up just by the thought. We're going to make love tonight. Even though the dinner date plan I had in mind as a surprise to him failed, this, us, our bodies together is more than what I dreamed off for our anniversary.

I can't even remember how both of us got naked so quickly I was so into our kiss that the next thing I know he and I are already topless. Then its buttoms are the only once left

"You're so beautiful..." he says while spreading my legs apart. "Y/n..." he calls my name again

"Oh fuck!" I cry as he puts his length in me. "Y-yoongi!" I grab onto my bed sheets as he begin to move.

"Y/n!" He breathes lowering his body over me.

Our hands intertwined together, eyes gazing into each other and breathing in same rythm.

"I..." my voice breaks. I can't help but tear up. Not because of pain of having sex but it's the feelings I've been holding in since earlier. I can't keep it any longer. "I fucking... love you, Yoongi."

"I love you too..." he pauses for a bit as we both felt his length reach the spot in me. "I love you.... more than you know..." he kisses me on the tip of my now red nose. "I'm sorry for making you wait..."

"You're here now...that's what..." I clench onto his hands as I begin to moan uncrontrollably. "Ugh!" I arch my back as he slams into me stronger than earlier.

"Shit." He hisses, burrying his head on my neck. "Ah... aaaah... I'm coming."

"Yoongi!" I squeal as we both reach the end. "Fuck..."

We both collapse. That was intense but also very intimate. It was not the same as what we usually do in sex. This one is very meaningful. Well atleast for me.

he's catching his breathe but still had the energy to give my breast a few licks and kisses. "Y/n..." he stops to look at me in the eyes again. "Before... we go on and continue..."

I smile at his remarks. "Another round?" I give him a peck on the lips. "What is it?"

"I just want to say... again... I'm sorry for not making it to dinner and... happy anniversary...."

Fuck. He knows. He fucking knows!

"Happy anniversary!" I hug him and begin to sob.

"I know you understand our situation... but I'll try to do better next anniversary... okay?"

"Okay." I nod and just cry.

Yes. Our situation.

Our relationship is in a situation that we can't go public nor do extravagant things for each other. Our relationship is a secret. It must be hidden within the four walls of my apartment. No one can know about us.

Why?

Because.. he's married and I'm just his mistress.

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joekeeryswife · 2 years ago

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Hiiiiii! 😃

I was wondering if you could do a request where Joe and Y/N where together in stranger things and end up together in real life and had a baby girl together and they were being interviewed about it. Thank you so much ❤️

baby Junie - j.k

hello loves! i hope everyone is okay. this is my first joe imagine since i think august which seems so long ago. i have no idea why i’m so nervous to post this. has a few mistakes and that’s it really. requests are open! enjoy lovelies 🤍 it’s also really short so i’m sorry about that!

taglist (feel free to add yourself 🤍): @eddieamoremio @johnricharddeacy @snackycake1975 @theshireisonfire @ssababe @phantomxoxo @livsters @hellfire1986baby @ladyapplejackdnd @alexxavicry @m-rae23 @hellfire1986baby

you and Joe had been together for 7 years and it had been the best 7 years you could ever imagine. you travelled together, tried new things together, worked together and now after being married for a year you had brought a beautiful baby girl into this world, together. she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen and the fact that you had created something as perfect as her blew your mind.

season 4 of stranger things had just aired and today was your first interview of many. you had brought your baby, Junie, along with you because you were still breast feeding and you honestly just felt more comfortable with her being with you. she was only 6 weeks old and your mum had promised to look after her in the room down the hall from the interview. even though the interview was meant to be about stranger things you had a feeling that you were definitely going to be asked about your baby and that was fine, you were excited to finally speak about her.

you were sat in the chair next to Joe, waiting for the arrival of the interviewer. after 5 minutes of last minute makeup and hair touch ups the interviewer finally entered the room with a huge smile on her face. "hi i'm Sarah, it's nice to meet you both" she said, sitting down opposite the 2 of you. you both greeted her with 'hellos' and smiles before Sarah started the interview.

"to start this interview off i want to congratulate you, y/n and Joe, on the birth of your daughter. how are you both doing?" Sarah smiled at the two of you and you smiled back. "we are doing really well. y/n is such an incredible mum and watching her love our daughter is just so amazing" you looked at Joe with eyes full of adoration.

"y/n, how have the past few weeks been for you? is it worse or better than you imagined?" you heard Sarah say making you turn your attention to her. "these past six weeks have been amazing i mean i've always wanted to be a mum and Junie is just the most perfect baby. you see your friends have babies and they say there's no feeling to describe motherhood and then you have your own baby in your arms and you find out your friends are right, there's no word to describe it"

"i just want to say you look absolutely incredible for being six weeks postpartum" you felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment and whispered a small ‘thank you’. "doesn't she? she looked beautiful before but now she looks even better" Joe said, teasing you a little making you giggle and put your hands over your face to try cover your blush.

"i'm lucky because Junie looks exactly like y/n so she's just as beautiful as her mum" Joe gently pulled your hands away from your face and lent in to kiss your cheek. “don’t get shy baby” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders bringing you into him so he could kiss your forehead.

“the other day i had left for a few hours to see some friends, if i’m being honest i didn’t really want to leave them but she insisted i have a break, and i came back and saw the two of them sleeping on the couch, it was the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen. i had to take a picture so i can always look back on the moment”

Sarah awed and put her hands to her chest “that is so adorable. i bet she is beautiful. i saw that you posted a picture of the three of you just after you gave birth to announce she was here but you covered her face. do you both plan on sharing a picture of her face on social media?” this was something you had both discussed and you were honestly glad it was being brought up.

Joe didn’t have an instagram, well he did but it was for his music, so it was you who posted the picture of the three of you on yours. you and Joe were smiling on your hospital bed with Junie in his arms, the picture was beautiful. “we were actually thinking of posting a few pictures of her soon. we wanted to keep her face a secret so we could just love her and keep her to ourselves but i think we are ready to share her” Joe said, moving his arm from around your shoulder to hold your right hand instead.

“i think sharing your child online puts you in such a vulnerable situation, like we shared her name and we got quite a few mean comments just for that and showing her face is completely different. but yeah, we are definitely ready to show her to the world” you added, feeling Joe’s hand squeeze yours. “i don’t want to pry to much but what is Junie like? has her personality started to shine through yet?”

“she’s started cooing and it’s just so cute, we have started doing this thing just before bath time where we sing to different songs and she loves it, she smiles, she’s more alert, so yeah her personality is shining through just a little bit. i’m just hoping i see more smiles, it makes her look exactly like y/n when she smiles” Joe speaking about your daughter made your heart swell with adoration.

“i love my girls, they’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. let’s just say i’m very grateful”

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the-sky-queen · 5 months ago

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Here we are. One year to the day since I created my account here on tumblr. It feels . . . almost surreal. I don't exactly remember where I thought I'd be by this point, but I don't think I pictured this! I've made so many good friends here, seen so much AMAZING art, and overall just had so much fun. For every one of you who follow me, and even those of you who don't, thank you. You all make me so happy. I treasure each and every like, reblog, comment, and ask.

I'm sitting here in awe as I rapidly approach another big milestone here and I couldn't be more thankful. Back when I made this blog, sure I had dreams of finding an audience and connecting with some of my favorite people here, but I didn't get my hopes up. So many instances in my life of never getting picked for one thing or another taught me that the odds are low and not in my favor, but the community here is just so different. People are good. They're nice and supportive and they love it when new people show up. The beginning was hard. There are quite a few of my early posts that still have zero notes. But I've got people hanging around now that like what I make and that honestly means the world to me. I feel seen. I feel like I matter.

Thank you all so much.

I wanted to shout out a few of my mutuals real quick for a super special thank you:

@cattyanon was my first ever follower and it nearly made me cry when I got the notification. It gave me so much hope and joy. It took me way too long to follow you back, Catty, but I'm so happy that I did! your AUs are all so creative and fascinating. Thank you for being my first supporter.

@boom-fanfic-a-latta is without a doubt my closest friend here on tumblr. It all started when I stumbled across Lily's original concept post for Tachophobia. I was instantly obsessed and before I knew it, Lily was DMing me. The rest is history. :) Lily, I can't thank you enough for being my friend. Words don't do this justice. I'll always be grateful to you for caring so much about me. I love all our AUs together and I love writing them with you. Thank you so much.

I followed @totaleclipse573 for Eclipse and stayed for everything else. I love how we feed each other's angsty thoughts. XD Total, I absolutely adore your OCs and I'm so happy that you've taken interest in mine. We may not have a DM together (I suspect that's because we're both too shy to be the one to start it XD) but our interactions are still beyond fun! Thank you for being a crazy fangirl with me.

I followed @estellardreams immediately when I found her here after reading one of her Sonic Prime fics on Ao3. I was caught so off guard when I got the notification that you followed me back, Estelle! XD I instantly rushed to plan a Christmas present drawing for you. (Yeah, I drew presents for each of my mutuals. I only had FIVE then.) Since then, I've gotten to know you better and I've had an absolute blast with you. You single handedly fueled the Tachophobia obsession over winter break and it was so insanely fun. (Seriously, you were posting like three or more chapters some of those days!!! You had me screaming XD) Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being Tachophobia's biggest fan and such a supportive friend.

@skywriter97 reached out to me to talk about TMOM and I followed her soon after that after reading some of her AMAZING writing. The two of us are writing buddies, exchanging advice and feeding each other ideas whenever we need it. Girl, I can't thank you enough for letting me ramble about Immortals to you and fueling my obsession enough that I finally started writing it for real. Whenever the prologue goes up, I'll be shouting you out in the notes because it's because of YOU that I finally got moving. Thank you so much.

This isn't all my mutuals. I have more that I don't talk to as much, but even if I didn't mention you by name here, I want you all to know that you mean the world to me. Four of you are personal heroes of mine that I never in a MILLION years dreamed that I'd actually get to be mutuals with. The rest of you are all around EXTREMELY cool people that I am super blessed to have you in my life.

As I end out this post, I once again want to give a massive thank you to ALL of you for sticking around. And thank you so much for making this year absolutely incredible in more ways than one. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

#keep a look out over the rest of today! I have a few more celebration posts that'll be going up! :D #goodness i almost made myself cry during a few of these paragraphs #thank you all again #just so so much #Sky Queen #Sky's Tumblrversary #long post

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fairytales-and-folklore · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @marimbles! ♥️ No pressure tags: @litfeathers @lollytea @ashanimus @greyhavenisback @princecharmingwinks @tails89 @nutellarghh @ash-mcj @childlikegoblinqueen @daydreams-and-honeybees @avatarmerida @asarcasticwitch @sailahina @secretly-of-course @sapphic--kiwi @haystarlight @zyrafowe-sny @peachytea04 @slightecho

1. How many works do you have on AO3? just hit 100 last month!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 479,814

3. What fandoms do you write for? I've dabbled in quite a few over the years, but the ones I've written the most fics for are doctor who (eleven/amy) teen wolf (sterek) and the owl house (huntlow)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Error 404: Brain Cell Not Found (teen wolf | sterek) You Always Want What You're Running From (sleepy hollow | ichabbie) What To Do When Your Emotionally Constipated Werewolf Boyfriend Gets Cursed By A Witch: A Guide (teen wolf | sterek) Gold Rush (the owl house | huntlow) Lovesick (the owl house | huntlow) 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! Every kind comment means so much to me, so I always take the time to respond to all of them (though I'm not always great at getting to them on time.)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm probably The Courtesan and the Writer (doctor who | eleven/amy) I used to dabble in angst a bit more when I first started writing fic, but these days all my fics are pretty much guaranteed to have a happy ending, because real life is hard enough lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Pretty much all my fics have happy endings, but one of the happiest I wrote would probably be my huntlow college AU Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't call it outright hate, but I have gotten a handful of rude comments over the years (complaining that I don't post often enough, telling me my headcanons are wrong, telling me how they think my story should have ended — one time someone yelled at me in all caps because I said that a character chilled red wine lol that one was wild)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! Smut is fun. Mine is typically more focused on the emotional aspect than the physical, is usually the result of a long tension-fueled slow burn buildup, and is usually tooth-rottingly fluffy, soft, and sweet.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have! Back in the days where superwholock plagued tumblr, I wrote one of the silliest cross-overs imaginable, combining doctor who, torchwood, bbc sherlock, supernatural, the avengers, and sleepy hollow: Lords, Gods, and Madmen

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup 🙃

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! But most of them never saw the light of day 😂 one that did is called An Eggcellent Morning For Cooking Lessons co-written with @ash-mcj @tails89 and @nutellarghh

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I think my top three ships are reflected in who I've written the most fic for: huntlow, sterek, and the eleventh doctor/amy pond

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Luckily, everything that's posted to AO3 is finished, but at this point I'm thinking I'll probably never get around to writing the little nightmares, reylo, and captain swan WIPs I've had sitting in my drafts since 2019

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I capture the characters really well, which means a lot to me. I've also been told that my writing is cozy and comforting and fills people with warm fuzzy feelings, which is always nice to hear 🥰

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I will sit there and agonize over the same paragraph trying to make it sound perfect instead of just letting the writing flow, so sometimes a fic will be in the works for a very long time until it's finally ready to be posted (by which time I'm probably sick of it and never want to look at it again 😂)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've dabbled in this a little bit, but it's usually been plot-relevant, like a character learning to speak the language (i.e. when Hunter tried to learn Spanish in Being Human.) When I do write in another language, I always do my best to research and try to get the translations as accurate as possible, and I always include the English translation either in the fic itself or as an author's note so readers don't have to break away from my fic to google anything. (And also so that they know what my intention was, on the off-chance I translated something wrong and accidentally wrote something offensive.) 19. First fandom you wrote for?

Does anyone remember that vampire show that came out back in like 2009? Moonlight? Yeah, that one lol

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? God, that's like asking me to pick my favorite child. Okay fine, it's Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

#tag game #writer tag #writer tag game #fan fiction

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stansmysterysack · 3 months ago

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I finished that fic idea!

I'm still waiting for an invite for the AO3, but in the meantime, I'm just gonna post it here under the cut and hope that Tumblr is nice to me 😵‍💫. I apologize for the formatting, I'm on mobile! I also apologize if it's bad! It's been a while since I've written a ficcy.

Once again: 🔞MINORS DNI!!!🔞 Don't even look at this post.

It started with the kisses. Well, the lack thereof. It hadn't taken long for you to realize that the amount of kisses you were receiving from Stanley dwindled significantly. You were fine with this initially. 'Maybe Stan just wasn't in the mood to be affectionate today', you thought to yourself, 'and that's alright.'

But then one day turned into two, then three, and then you had noticed that he wasn't really hugging you either. Done were the days when Stan would sneak up on you when there weren't any customers in the shack, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and smothering your face in kisses. No more late night cuddles... You started to wonder if maybe you'd done something wrong? But the past few days had been going well as far as you were concerned, and Stanley wasn't the kind to keep quiet when the two of you were having an issue. So what could it be..? After four days of this affection deprivation, you decided to have a sit down with Stanley to figure this out. Whatever this was, it gets solved today. It took a lot of fighting with your own nerves, but you managed to get a moment with him as he was sitting in his recliner, watching reruns of his favorite show.

"Stanley..?" you called out from the doorway. He looked at you and smiled, so sweetly that you wouldn't have thought anything was wrong in the first place.

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk?" you made your way over to him, sitting on the arm of the couch. He didn't wrap his arm around you. Instead, he looked up at you with those innocent eyes. Well, as innocent as you could get with him.

"Of course, sweetheart. What's up?"

"You've been... uncharacteristically distant lately. Are you okay? You're not... mad at me, are you?" you asked, and he actually looked shocked.

"Mad? Of course not, why would I be mad at you?" He placed a warm hand on your thigh, and it was heavenly. You slid into his lap, and he took his hand off of you. Guess you couldn't have both...

"I dunno. You just haven't been kissing me much lately... or, really much of anything. I-It's been driving me crazy for the past few days to not even have you cuddle with me in bed, or even have you pinch my ass randomly in the shop, and I normally HATE that." You could feel your face heating up. You definitely weren't one to beg for something like affection and Stan knew that. Even in your most intimate moments, it would take lots of coaxing (and punishment) to get you to even open your mouth to say 'please'. But here you were, laying out your feelings to him about his recent misdeeds. He looked somewhat apologetic, but a hint of something else you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Shucks, hun... I didn't know you felt that way. I mean, I have had something on my mind for the past few days, but I didn't know how you'd feel about it.." He admitted, his eyes shifting away from yours. You perked up a bit, leaning forward some to inquire further. Finally, you were getting somewhere. "Whatever it is, you know I'm not one to judge Stan. Please..?"

He blushed a bit, gazing back up at you and moving his hands to hold yours gingerly. "I was...thinking...uhm.. What if I were to.." He rolled his eyes in frustration at himself, huffing and deciding to just rip the bandaid off. "What if I were to go, y'know... celibate?"

"C-Celibate?" you repeated, your heart dropping. You never thought about that before. What IF he were celibate??? 'I mean, the sex is absolutely fantastic for sure, but... I could live without that, right?' you thought, trying to rationalize with yourself how something like that would go. After a bit of a hefty pause, you met his eyes again. "...I think I could handle that."

Once again, he looked absolutely shocked, then confused. "Really?"

"Really. I mean, think of all the things we've been through together, Stan. If you want to be celibate, then I'll still be here with you. Though, I have to wonder.. why?? How'd you come to this conclusion? Are you uh.. having issues?" you questioned, quickly yet pointedly glancing downwards.

He chuckled, and then that chuckle turned into full-blown laughter as he pulled you flush against his chest in a warm embrace. Was having trouble getting it up that funny??

"You're a real hoot, you know that?" he snickered between words, "I'm just fuckin with ya, I don't wanna be celibate!"

"Y-you don't?"

"Of course not! Why would I ever wanna be celibate with a hot piece o' you walkin around?" he slapped your ass, kneading at the impact point and making you shiver. "And I don't have trouble getting it up, thank you very much. The Stan o' War is as strong as it's ever been. I just wanted to see how long it'd take for you to crack."

You giggled and got up off of him, rolling your eyes. "You're a real piece of work."

"Where are ya goin'? Don't wanna take a ride after practically beggin so nicely for me?"

"I think I'm alright for tonight, Stanley. I think I'm gonna take a nice walk though, I'll be back soon."

"Are you sure? It's getting real dark out there, do you want me to come with?"

"Nah it's okay. I have my cell phone with me, I'll call you if I get swiped up by that Pterodactyl or kidnapped by gnomes or something," you said, purely to spook Stanley as you practically skipped your way out of the house. You could hear Stanley's complaints through the door. Something along the lines of "That's not funny!" and "Those gnomes are vicious beasts!" You didn't pay him too much mind though. In all honesty, the only reason you left was to enact a sort of payback for him depriving you of touch for all these days. You felt how hard he was starting to get underneath you, and he would've followed you to any other room to make you cave in. No, you couldn't have that.

You decided to walk into town. Most establishments were closed around this time, but this was a walk after all. There wasn't really any specific destination in mind.

You considered heading back home after a while of walking rows of closed shops, when you spotted a place further down the block and brightly lit. That place wasn't there before, was it..? You think you'd recognize rose colored lights... and as you walked closer, you would definitely have recognize a place called "Simple Pleasures". An adult store in a small town like this? It'd probably make some of the older folks in this place faint at the mere sight of it. It looked like a decent enough place though, with a red and pink awning and delicate white accents and letters. There were posters advertising lingerie discounts and local club events. Curiosity got the hold of you as you pushed your way in through the glass double doors.

Immediately, you were greeted with the sweet smell of a familiar flowery incense, and the walls upon walls full of product around the place. Dildos, strokers, ropes, clamps, lingerie, you name it. You were completely entranced by everything, and as you went to finally touch something, you heard a voice pipe pu form directly behind you.

"Good evening! Was there anything I could help you find on this fine night?" they asked, startling you in the process. You turned around to see a very tall woman, possibly around her 40's or so, and clad in a soft-looking red silk shirt and a black skirt. The black heels she wore served to further accentuate her height, and her face was framed by long curly hair and sleek glasses. Safe to say, she was extremely pretty, and it left you a blushing and stuttering mess. You head felt oddly cloudy upon seeing her...

She giggled at your attempts, shaking her head sympathetically. "It's okay, this happens to everyone the first time they come in. Just slow down and breathe," she instructed, guiding you into calmer breathing. You felt your head start to clear, and you were finally able to think.

"S-sorry, I... That was so rude, I don't know what came over me..." You shook your head to fully get yourself together. "I was just kinda browsing for the moment I guess. I've never seen this shop here before."

"People do say our store looks a lot different at night than it does in the morning, hahah. Maybe I could help find what you really need, it is my job after all." She smiled and you nodded, grinning back. You didn't even come in with the intention of buying anything, but the powers of suggestion that she held was greater than your initial wants. She leaned further down, so close that she was face to face with you, and stared into your eyes with her extremely pretty green irises. "Just relax. This'll take just a few seconds..." she instructed, and you felt a wave of emptiness overtake your mind. And then just as she said, it was over in just a few seconds, and you gasped for a breath that you didn't even know that you were holding.

"Oh my god..? What was that?" You patted yourself down and checked your pulse, just generally making sure that you were okay.

"Just had to have a looksie," she stated as she stood up straight, looking a lot more excited than before. "I have just the thing for you. And your boyfriend, too." And before you could question it, she tugged you in the direction of the lingerie.

"Have a good night! And make sure to have fun!" She called out to you as you bid her farewell. That was... interesting. You never got to question her on what happened, or what she was, but you had the common sense to gather that she was a mind reader of some sort. She kept mentioning something about you needing to get 'revenge' as she showed you a special stroker she recommended, something she had tucked away behind the counter. If you were being honest, you wholeheartedly agree. You do need to get revenge on Stanley for building you up like this for so long. It probably wouldn't have been a big deal if it were just one afternoon, but four??? Yeah, he had to pay...

You snuck through the door, making sure to close it quietly and keep your bags from rustling. He wasn't in his recliner where you'd left him. That meant he could be anywhere in the house. You just prayed that he wasn't asleep. Sitting your bags down in the living room, you crept around, making your way into the kitchen and peeking out the window. Sometimes he liked to sit on the couch on the back porch on late night like these. And as you peeked out of the window, you could see the back of his head. Perfect. You crept a little more quickly back into the living room to grab your bags and make your way upstairs to the bedroom you shared.

"Stanleyyy," you called out, startling the man out of his thoughts. He didn't realize you had already come home, and he was actually so happy to hear your voice again. He thought that maybe you were mad at him now for pulling that little prank on you. And when he came in and saw you looking all apologetic, he couldn't help but feel even worse for a moment.

"Oh, there you are!" you ran to him and gave him a big hug, wrapping your arms around his torso and snuggling into him. "I'm sorry I just kinda left like that. I'm not upset with you, okay? I just really needed time to think..." You looked up at him your big ol' eyes, and he softened up a bit at the sight of them.

"I should be the one apologizing. I didn't really think about how this prank would make you feel in the long run. I could never be upset with you like that, not to the point of punishing you like that.."

He hugged you back, and it made you reconsider your plans for revenge for just a moment... and only for a moment. Sorry, Stanley, but you can't get off that easy.

"I got you something while I was out~. I managed to catch a shop while they were still open."

"Oh?" He tilted his head, grinning. He was genuinely pleasantly surprised. "What didja get?"

"It's upstairs." You slipped yourself out of his grasp and held on of his hands in yours, leading him upstairs. And when the two of you were safely up the last step, you instructed him to close his eyes until you said to open them. "And no peeking," you scolded, raising your eyebrow at him when you saw him peeking. "Alright, alright. I won't peek anymore. I can't help it, I'm just really excited to see what you got for me."

"Mmmhm. If you peek again, I'll take it right back," you giggled. Of course you didn't mean it. If anything, you'd just use it another time. But true to his word, Stanley didn't peek the rest of the way to the bedroom. Not even when you sat him down in the office chair that normally occupied the underside of the desk. And not even when you very audibly handcuffed him to said office chair.

"I sense I've made a mistake here..." he said, grinning dopily.

"Oh, for sure. You can open your eyes now," you instructed, and he listened. Blessed with the beautiful sight of you in very lacy lingerie and sitting across from him on the edge of the bed. He blushed immediately, looking you up and down as he whistled.

"Damn, where'd you get an outfit like that?" He looked up to meet your cheerful gaze.

"I got it at Nunyabusiness. Real nice place."

He rolled his eyes. Of course it would be like you to gatekeep this place from him. "Well can you at least tell me why you have me handcuffed? With an outfit like that, you know I need to have my hands on ya."

You snickered/scoffed at him. "Oh /now/ you wanna have your hands on me? After all this time?"

"Hey, I thought you said you weren't upset!"

"And I'm not! But, you had me thinking." You stood from your place at the edge of the bed, making your way over to him slowly. You stopped behind him where his eyes couldn't follow, and leaned down to whisper into his ear. "Maybe I should just take what I want... After all, you left me hanging for four days just to tease me. You didn't think you'd just get away with that, did you?

You could already see the erection growing in his pants as you ran your hands down his chest. He was still wearing his normal white beater, topped with the gold chain. You could feel his pulse racing as you moved your hands further down, then pulling them back up again. Stanley had never seen this side of you before, and he wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse. But the way that your plump lips laid claim to his neck felt like a blessing. Maybe it's a good thing he drove you to the breaking point... You took your sweet time kissing and marking up the sensitive skin of Stan's neck, watching him shift underneath you as you kept your hands moving on his chest. Carefully, you moved one of your hands under the neckline of his beater, feeling the soft hair that lay beneath. And, just as carefully, you moved your hands to play with one of his nipples. He shuddered, closing his eyes as you worked on him.

Just as he was really starting to get into it, the feeling stopped. You removed both your hands and your lips from his body, and it left him feeling cold. Not like it mattered to you of course, a few seconds wouldn't kill him. You walked around him, stopping in front of him and leaning down. Maybe it was the lingerie, or maybe it was the sole fact that you were in control for once, but it was totally exhilarating. You were starting to feel a bit hot further down as well, but you couldn't give in now, you've hardly started.

You licked your lips, running your hands down his body once more. But this time, you didn't stop at just his chest. Stanley watched in silence as you hands slipped down his stomach, and down his thighs, bypassing where he wanted your hands to be at the most. He bit his lip almost painfully as you giggled at him.

"You look like you want something, hun. Are you gonna let me in on this little secret?"

He was basically panting at this point, and you hadn't even done much to him. At this rate, he might cum in his underwear before you get the chance to do anything substantial. But he could hardly bring the words up to come out of his mouth. You raised an eyebrow, taking your hands off of him, and he suddenly found his voice in desperation.

"W-wait no, don't-.. Please.. Keep touching me... Don't stop.."

"If you don't want me to stop, then I'm gonna need for you to speak up when I ask you a question."

"Yes, yes o-of course."

"Good.." You put your hands back on his thighs, very close to where he wants them, but you keep still. "Now, I'm gonna ask in more certain terms: What do you want?"

Despite everything, he still hesitated for just a moment. Maybe this was how you felt when he asked you to beg for something. It's a little embarrassing. He'll have to remember to take it easier on you next time. You were about to pull your hands away from him again when he finally spoke up.

"I-I want you t-... to touch my... cock.." he said, whispering the last part. No, this wouldn't do. You kept your hands in place, leaning forward a bit more.

"What was that..? I couldn't hear you very well, you really shouldn't whisper."

"I-I said I want you to touch my cock," he stated, a lot more stern. You were thinking about punishing him more for how he said it, but decided that it's fine. At least he said it at all, and you were content with that.

"Ahh. Why didn't you just say so, silly? Of course, I'll touch your cock for you. Not like you can do it yourself." You smiled at him so innocently, and he melted under your touch as you finally put on of your hands to rest on his clothed erection. He bucked his hips a bit to try and get some friction, but you used your other hand to hold his hip down.

"Nuh uh, Stanley~. You only said to touch. I'm touching, aren't I? If you want me to do something else, you know what to do..."

He felt his face get hotter as he realized that this begging wouldn't just be a one-off thing. He had to admit, he was definitely proud of you. But he could revel in being proud later, his cock was so hard it was starting to get painful.

"Pleaasee," he keened, squeezing his eyes shut. "U-undo my belt and my pants.. I need you to-, please... Stroke my cock..."

Satisfied, you used the hand holding his hip to pet his hair instead. You could see him relax and tilt his head into your hand, loving the praise. "Good boy, Stanley... Of course I'll stroke your cock for you." And as promised, you started to undo his belt. You were careful in unzipping his pants, and with a little help from Stan, you managed to pull his pants and underwear down just enough to let his dick spring free. And what a delicious sight it was. With the way that he was looking, hair ruffled, eyes pleading, cheeks flushed, and lips bite stricken, it was taking everything in you not to jump on him right now and ride him until daybreak.

You decided to give him a bit of a break and not have him ask for his own lube as well, opting to just get that automatically. Stanley's heart left in his chest with the thought of you possibly leaving him like this alone, but he'd relaxed when he realized you were just getting lube. His eyes fell to your body, taking in your form within that sweet lingerie.

"You look beautiful.." he noted, and you can tell in his voice that he meant it. You grabbed the lube from his nightstand and turned back to face him.

"Thank you. You look beautiful too, Stanley~." You walked back behind him and leaned over his shoulder, kissing his temple. "Just be good for me. Okay? Tell me when you're gonna cum.." you requested, proceeding with pouring the lube onto the head. He didn't mind the cold that much. In fact, if felt somewhat good in contrast to the heat pooling down below. And then when you actually started to touch him, he hissed in pure bliss. Your hands felt fantastic against the throbbing mess that he was, and his eyes rolled back as your grasp steadied.

"I-I'll be good, I promise. Please.."

He didn't even have to beg. Not because he'd already asked, but because you would've done it anyways. You wanted this is much as he did, and you made sure he knew full well of this by twisting and tightening your grip along the tip. This had Stanley gasping, groaning and curling his toes. He even cursed a little, which made you laugh a little and move your hand faster.

It didn't take long for Stanley to crack, grasping at the chair's arms as he let you know that he was going to cum. To your delight and his dismay, you took your hand off of him completely, causing him to whine involuntarily. "No, no! Shit- why'd you stop..?"

"Well, it's kinda obvious, isn't it? I'm gonna edge you for every day you left me waiting for your touch. I think it's only fair.."

You saw a bit of fear flash in his eyes from that, and it made you feel... icky. You had to give him an out or else this wouldn't work.

"Of course, we can always stop if you want. What's our safe word?"

"O-orange, to slow down. Red to stop.."

"Good Boy, Stanley.. What's your color?"

"...Green..."

You huffed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness he still wanted this, you were starting to feel bad for torturing him... Getting back to where you were, you wrapped your hand around his cock and started off slow again. He opted to lean his head back against you with his eyes closed, and you took that to mean that he felt more comfortable with everything you were doing. Once more, you sped up, kissing his forehead as he let out a stifled moan.

"Let me hear your voice, Stanley~. The only thing you should be holding back is your cum."

He was reluctant, but eventually released his bottom lip from the grasp of his teeth and groaned a little louder than you expected of him. You'd be lying if you said it didn't startle you for a second, but it just served to turn you on more. A particularly good twist of your wrist had him reeling again, straining to keep still as he panted heavily. "I-I'm gonna- I- Please-..!" but before he could finish, your hands were off of him again.

You expected him to curse at you, or to complain at the very least, but he was uncharacteristically quiet... You could feel his body trembling underneath you, and you couldn't help but wondering if he was... crying? You grabbed his hair from the front and pulled his head back to reveal that, yes, he was in utter tears at your torment. Never in your life had you seen Stan shed so many tears, it absolutely scared you to think that maybe you'd hurt him or gone too far. His face tore at your heartstrings and you couldn't help but ask again, just to make sure: "What's your color?"

He took a moment to respond, trying to calm himself first in order to be able to speak. "Still... Still green. I can take it, just keep going..."

You were hesitant, but intrigued at the same time. Was it bad that you found Stan's crying face to be.. hot? You walked to the front of him again to look at him fully. He was an absolute mess, more than he was before. The tears streaming down his red face was a sight to behold, and you could probably get off on that alone. Maybe you could cut it down to one more edging, just so you could use the toy you bought for him before you finally fuck him and let him cum inside of you. Yeah, that should work. He's probably gonna throttle you later just for torturing him so harshly, but he'll forgive you later.

"Close your eyes. I have surprise for you," you instructed, smiling innocently. Stanley listened instantly, having no plans to peek or anything, Whatever this surprise was, he didn't want to risk missing out on it because of something dumb like 'curiosity'. He sat for what felt like an entire half hour (but was only a minute or so in reality), before he finally felt a bit of cold pressure at the tip of his dick. He was finally considering peeking, when his cock was completely enveloped in this strange, cold, spongey material. Practically all of the air left his lungs as he tried to gather what this thing was that was stroking him so quickly. "You can open your eyes now."

He did, reveling in the sight of a stroker in your hand, pumping him with a comfortable quickness that left no room for talking. Instead, whines and curses spilt from his lips as he tried to keep from cumming. He wanted to be good for you. He owed you that after he made you so lonely for four days in a row. He deserved this, just as much as you deserved to watch him drool and cry and writhe against his base urges. He didn't even have to say that he was close this time for you to stop stroking him, and the tears streamed down his face steadily. This was evil and you knew it. But luckily he wouldn't have to wait for long.

You went to pull the stroker off of him, but suddenly it just... wouldn't? You pulled gently as not to hurt Stan, but it physically wouldn't come off. You could hear him grunt, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "Damn, it's tight..." he moaned, but that just left you more confused. Trying your best to be gentle, you tried to pull it off of him again, but Stanley whined again that it was getting tight and "strangely warm."

"Uh.. Stan???" you started. You didn't want to alarm him, but this thing really didn't want to come off. It was like it was simply refusing to do so. Stan lifted his head to look up at you with confused yet glassy eyes, wondering what was going on and silently hoping that you could continue soon. He was ready to blow, but only when you said it was okay. But when he looked at you, he could tell something was up.

"What's wrong.."

"I don't wanna scare you but, it won't come off..."

"What do you mean it won't come off?

You tried to pull at it again, and he hissed when it got to the tip again. "It's getting tighter, isn't it?"

"Yeah??"

"It's not supposed to do that..."

"T-try again. Don't hurt me, but pull a little harder," he suggested, feeling his heart drop a little. Despite the small pit of fear he felt in his chest, he was still feeling pretty good. As per his request, you tried not to hurt him by putting your free hand around the base of his dick, then using your other hand to pull the stroker a little harder. You thought you felt a bit of leeway, continuing your pull. And to your dismay, the shell of the stroker came off instead. You hadn't noticed as fast as Stan had, but he tensed up and yelled in horror, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!"

You hurriedly took a look, gasping at the sight before you. This wasn't some ordinary stroker. This was some kind of... soft, flesh shaded cylinder with eyes. It didn't look too happy with you either, hissing and tightening painfully around Stanley's cock. All you felt was panic as you ran to get the box on the other side of the room to read it. It looked like a normal toy on the front of the box, so you tried to read the box. It was written in large print: "100% Guaranteed to Make You Cum!!! Won't stop until you do!" And written in smaller print towards the bottom of the box, it read: "Literally won't be satisfied until you cum inside! If in the event that you can't ejaculate, consider asking this toy nicely for forgiveness and apologize profusely. If that doesn't work, good luck!"

You smacked your face with your hand at the absolute stupidity of this entire thing. Why did you even get this in the first place..? Quickly, you turned to Stan, looking totally apologetic when you saw him still struggling against this thing. 'Stan, the only way to get this thing off of you is to uh.. either apologize or cum in it, I guess?"

"I-I don't wanna cum in- whatever this thing is!" he protested. The creature didn't seem to like the sound of that though, because it started to undulate and twist it's body to stimulate him further. He tensed up further, torn between wanting to get this thing off of him and feeling too good to care. The confusion caused him to tear up again, and you went by his side to comfort him. He tried to apologize to it, telling it that he didn't want to cum anymore, but that just made the creature work even harder to make it happen anyways. God, you felt terrible. Your boyfriend was being violated by some horrible creature and it was all your fault.

"Hey, hey.. I'm here. I'm sorry I got you into this mess, but I'm gonna help you through it okay..?" You held his hand and he squeezed back, nodding and trusting you completely. You turned his head to face you, and you kissed him gently. "Just focus on me... It's okay.." you continued to kiss him, hoping this would help to some degree. He kissed you back, moaning into your mouth as he'd gotten close again. This was helping to some extent to take his mind off of the literal fleshlight fucking itself on him, but it was still in the back of his mind. It wasn't long until he was back to panting and groaning, finally gripping your hand as his orgasm violently wracked through his body. Grateful tears ran down his face as his cum filled the creature, and it squeezed him dry before finally releasing him and slinking off to go find it's shell. You gave Stan a moment to come down from his high so you could uncuff him and apologize properly.

"Stan I... god, you probably hate me now... I'm so sorry, I didn't know that that was some... fleshlight demo-!"

Before you could finish, Stan pulled you into a deep kiss, one you had grown to miss these past four days. This was the Stan you missed. He eventually let you breathe, chuckling. "Look, I dunno what that thing was, but... I didn't entirely hate it..? And I certainly could never hate you.." He placed one more peck on your cheek, and you felt like you could cry. How could he be so forgiving..? He stood, slowly since his legs felt like jelly, and he pulled his pants back up. "I think I'm out of commission for the rest of the night, but... you didn't get to cum."

"Wha- me? I-I don't, I mean-" you tried to protest, thinking that you didn't deserve anything from him after what you'd done, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He laid you down on the bed with such a swiftness that you didn't realize what was happening until you were already laying on the plush comforter.

"You did so much to punish me for touch depriving you. What kind of jerk would I be if I did it again? Plus, look at this outfit you got just for me... We can't let this go to waste."

He spread your legs open wide, licking his lips at the sight of your cunt underneath lacy fabric. Without even removing it first, he licked a hot wet stripe up the fabric, earning a soft gasp from you. But he didn't like the taste of fabric, he realized, and he opted to pull them to the side instead before he continued.

You grasped at his hair as he went all in, licking at your folds and sucking on your clit like a man dehydrated in the desert. And when he pushed a finger inside, then two, you used one of your hands to grab at his forearm in desperation. The vulgar squelch of slick skin on skin was heavenly, and it wasn't long before you were sent over the edge. You squirted so hard that you thought you'd pass out, and Stanley lapped it all up.

It took a minute or two for you to come down from your post-nut stupor, finally looking up at Stanley. He was rubbing soothing circles into your tummy, just watching you.

You didn't really know what to say. Everything turned out alright in the end, but it was still so strange.

"So uh... what are we gonna do about that fleshlight creature..?"

"You can kill that thing with fire for all I care," he shrugged, not really worried about it. "The only thing on my mind is us. Let's go take a bath. We'll figure it out later.."

#thank you @ceceshadowsnewblog #this idea was super lit #sorry if it's badly written #its been a while #gravity balls #gravity falls #minors do not interact #mystery sack #minors dni #stanley pines #fanfic

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butterflydm · 2 months ago

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Rook's adventures continue...

Finally got my good sense in gear and instead of sometimes clicking on the tempting "you have the dragon age tag blacklisted but are you sure you don't want to click anyway" button, I am making sure to note down all the names of the people I follow who are using the tag so that I can go back and read their posts after I finish the game!

To briefly mention the real world before I dive back into a fictional one -- I spoke before about how it made so much sense to me that 'Spite' was able to keep Lucanis alive in prison (as contrast to the other kinds of demons just consuming and possessing the people they were forced into). He was able to use and weaponize his spite (make a deal with his demon) to keep himself going in the worst of times. Really feeling that even more now.

Sometimes, when you run out of hope, you can still keep going using something else. At least until you find reason to hope again.

Okay, back to Thedas.

I've been going around and doing some side questing before continuing with the main questlines, and getting my ass kicked by some high-level bad guys, lol.

I saw the Inquisitor briefly -- she's doing her best to hold Southern Thedas together while Rook deals with the released gods. She got to be a little mournful and bittersweet over Solas and gave me a little figurine to help learn more. That might be her only cameo, so in case it is, I will wave goodbye now. Based on this convo, I'm guessing that the main impact the "save or stop" Solas choice will have is on Inky's attitude towards Solas here, since Rook is a character who can make their own choices, and my Rook has already been getting along pretty well with Solas so far (they are an elf and have been openly worried about the dangers of the released gods).

Slowly getting my affection up with my companions through going on missions together -- I really like the refinements that it feels like the game made to both the conversations system and to the companion affection system. Though I feel like each game's companion affection system has suited the role that the protagonist has had, so I'm not retroactively unhappy about DAI's system or anything like that.

There are some other minor QoL improvement too -- companions now restart their banter if it gets interrupted. Really love that.

I also really like that we've been freed by from the whole "you must take one of each class" thing by allowing to Rook to 'use' everyone else's skill via the lyrium dagger. Speaking of gifts from Solas, Varric had a line that cracked me up... something about feeling like Solas tricked us into house-sitting for him.

In terms of catching up with companions... my Rook is non-binary and they've been able to have two special conversation points about it so far (during my coffee date with Lucanis and now during a conversation with Taash). It was... nice. It was really nice. My Rook got to do a little mentoring for Taash!

After getting the statuette from Inky, now I'm able to view some memories of Solas back at the Lighthouse and learn more ancient elven lore -- some big revelations already and I'm expecting more to come after I get the last two statuettes.

First big thing we learned -- the "Golden City" that the Maker was supposed to live in sounds like it was actually the ancient elven city that Solas trapped the 'gods' in, and that's why the Tevinter magisters going to the city released the Blight.

Harding was pretty shook up about the info.

Second huge piece of info - the first elves were spirits who used lyrium to give themselves physical form (Solas included). Huge on both elven and dwarven lore front!

It is interesting but also makes sense how there are several points in the discussions about Solas's regrets and choices when the three elves (Bellara, Davrin, and my Rook) are all discussing the subject in a different way than the non-elves. It really is personal for them in a different kind of way than it is to everyone else (I also really liked the moment between Rook and Harding after we learn about how the ancient elves used lyrium aka the Titan's blood to become mortal).

I love how much we're learning about the nuts and bolts of how Solas's rebellion against the 'gods' worked, too! His lyrium dagger, spying on them via the Crossroads, the safety of the Lighthouse. ...also his plans have been going awry since he started them, it sounds like, so no wonder he and my Rook have been able to sorta bond over accidentally fucking up the world while trying to save it. I already feel like I want to go back and play DAI again and just bring Solas literally everywhere to drain every ounce of lore from him, lol.

My relationship with Lucanis continues to move forward - had another encounter with Spite. He took Lucanis over while he was sleeping and tried walking him out of the Lighthouse. Lucanis was able to snap out of it when Rook said she needed to speak with him.

After the recent discovery about the ancient elves, maybe the solution will be to try to separate them but keep Spite around as a buddy. It could happen! Maybe! We can hope!

#dragon age #dav #dragon age spoilers #dav spoilers #dragon age the veilguard #my meta

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eyes-inthe-dark · 11 months ago

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Hi Hello I actually make things sometimes

I don't know if anyone who follows me is interested in this stuff bc I very rarely post things from my own life, but I decided to be a little more active on here besides reblogging funny shit regarding my current hyperfixation.

So, here is the (incomplete) crafting diary of a neurodivergent trans person surviving christmas with the family and the dark and dreadful times (winter) in general by making shit! with my hands!

First: fiber stuff

I picked up tablet weaving over the last few months of 2023 and made my first pair of somewhat mistake-free shoelaces over the holidays! Only got the pattern completely right on the second try with the red but both laces now get to add a fun little detail to my shoes.

Next I tried a more complicated pattern and experimented a lot, hence the irregular pattern and troubleshooting at the start of the band. I'm now repurposing it as a camera strap and I learned a lot from it tho.

My current setup is basic cardboard tablets (I had to make extra ones so I had enough for the last band with 30 cards), tying the warp to something sturdy like a bookshelf, and sitting down with a backstrap belt on the other side of the room. I used thin wool yarn for this, which stuck to itself quite a lot, but not too much to be unmanagable, and I really like how the finished product feels.

If anyone's interested, I could make a longer post on how I made the shoelaces, I think it's a very beginner friendly project.

I managed to get my hands on a drop spindle and gave that a try, but I ran out of wool after making a very small amount of very chunky yarn and am currently working out where to best get sth local. It was fun tho!

I also finally finished the knitted scarf that has been in my wip pile for... approximately three years? I started it when I was still in school, feels like an eternity ago. It's just a simple (although very long) red wool scarf, but it keeps me nice and warm in this cold, harsh- *checks weather* ...5°C and neverending rain.

Next up: woodworking!

Noodled around with my grandpa's old dremel that we still had lying around, which resulted in this truly terrifying weapon:

Behold! I named it Toothling. It's great for poking friends and family when they least expect it.

This was more of a test run to see if it all still works and to try out doing small scale work with wood, now I gotta think of something fun to make. (I say, as if I didn't already have 50 different ideas)

Before that fuckery, I made this magnetic dice box/rolling tray for my lovely partner's birthday.

Though I don't feel like I can take credit for working the CNC magic on this, I did all the hands-on work with the sanding, assembling the magnets, shellac coating, and whatnot. I'm pretty sure wood is some sort of fruit tree, since it smells strongly of what I suspect might be plum or cherry.

Last but sure as fuck not least: embroidery

This I actually get professional instruction for at uni. I've kinda lost patience for it atm, but mostly because I cannot resist making unnecessarily complicated pieces with tiny little stitches and then am forced to finish it because I do actually kinda need to pass this class. My lecturer keeps telling me not to go so detailed, yet I have proven resistant to her good advice. But, I figured if I have to make two full pieces of embroidery to be graded on and put hours of work into, I might as well choose designs that I can turn into patches for my jacket:

Catha and Ruidus! I love me some big moon little moon imagery. The prompt was to incorporate most of the techniques/stitches we've learned so far. Added the little gold chain stitch around ruidus for the arcane latticework. It came out a little wonky shape wise, but I love it nonetheless.

And my most recent wip, a stained glass window design with the Ninth House skull and Gideon's sword behind it, to feed my current Locked Tomb obsession.

And that's it!

#fibre crafts #embroidery #tablet weaving #tablet weave #weaving #wool #handcrafted #woodworking #if you wanna call it that #Eli has a life #and needs sth to do so i pick up random crafts i see people do on the internet #critical role #locked tomb #art #dnd

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definitelydissociative · 2 months ago

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Being in college has been a very strange experience for us so far--and I use "us" here because it's not just the school parts who are having a strange time. I'm absolutely not a school part, previous to returning from dormancy two years ago, I was only ever here to soak up the night time abuse. Now, somehow, I'm sitting here on a day off (it's reading week, thank god) and I'm typing this post to avoid doing homework. I somehow ended up roped into this whole mess, despite having been very, very vocally against attempting school again. I don't know how I feel about it now.

Initially, it seemed like it was all going to be one single part who handled our courses during the day and dealt with homework. Callie (the main school part) did it all on their own for the first few weeks, but I think they reached a point where she had a massive stress induced meltdown and has refused to touch homework since. Now it's just Callie who goes on campus, but there's a whole bunch of us who are contributing academically and in terms of support. There's a part who does all of our timed touch typing and typing drills. Phoenix gets us all ready to go in the morning. Luca is, apparently, the "bus guy" because nobody else can handle the stress of taking public transit here after being sexually harassed literally the first day we took the bus. I don't doubt there's more that I'm not aware of yet. Whoever is around contributes to homework, usually myself (Adam) or Jack. I'm working on a project for our graphic design-esque class, which is a brochure that's due tomorrow afternoon. Over the last week, I think it's passed between at least three of us, maybe four. It's incredibly strange to open up Canva and realize I have zero memory of what had been done by another part.

It's hard to deny the depth of our amnesia at this point. Memory sharing is weird, particularly between Jack and Callie, but most days when we get home from school and switch to home parts, nobody remembers that we'd had classes at all. Sometimes memories will be shared after the fact, though not always. It makes homework incredibly frustrating and difficult to keep track of--I've never had to be so rigorously organized before. It's just really, really fucking hard to sit down to work on an assignment and realize that I don't remember any of the lecture relevant to my assignments. It's exhausting, most of our extended homework sessions (some days I work six hours straight after school) are made so long because it takes up lots of time to track down the information we need.

Don't even get me started on dealing with trauma. It's a whole thing that needs its own post, but the short story is that we've been in deep, deep denial since disclosing to my mother went so badly last February. It's a huge part of why this blog was abandoned, actually. It's been a work in progress but that denial is finally fading and we're being forced to face the truth. The truth is just... unpredictable. It would be nice to keep, at the very least, the CSA flashbacks and triggers to at home, but it hasn't been working like that. I don't know enough about Callie's experiences to say what that's been like for her, but I am aware that it's been really distressing when she has her own school related trauma to deal with.

Anyways. I wrote this as a way to stall doing homework, but I should probably stop stalling and get the stupid thing done and over with. It's worth 20% of our final mark and I certainly don't want to get blamed for a shit mark because I refused to pitch in and be a team player.

I hate having to share my life sometimes. I just want to do my own thing, separate from the other chucklefucks and their bullshit.

#yay. posting.#adam #I guess.

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lady-z-writes · 2 years ago

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Just going through notes on my phone and found some Commander Lawrence x OC stuff I planned to make into a fic but chose not to.

So here's some little pieces I'm actually not hating. Some spicy, some sad. Very niche post. And one, big trigger warning...

Tw: miscarriage.

We've both experienced loss, we know this. He's spent countless nights drunk with me, watching in silence as I let the fire dance in front of my face, swallow down tears.

It takes him four days to ask, but I feel enough gratitude toward his kindness, I at least owe him this.

"This is my first post since I had a miscarriage."

His eyes flick toward me, mouth a hard line, but I see a spark of understanding in his expression. The empty bedroom upstairs for his wife, the news Aunt Lydia told me before my post: Eleanor passed three months ago. He's lost, too.

"I see."

Is there...anger I see? Does he think I'm not fit to carry a child; that I can't?

I finish my drink; stare at him until he turns to me.

"Quite a loss, heavy - especially given these circumstances." He swallows a mouthful of his drink. "My assumption is they've assured you you're fit to try again, as they say?"

I nod solemnly, look in my lap. So it's like that, then. Maybe he isn't much different than the other Commanders.

"...do you want to?" There's no urgency in his voice - no demand, no force. Simply a question, as if this loss happened at a time before Gilead.

"Yes," I find myself saying, partly because it's true, partly because it's expected.

He nods then, tries reading my expression, then stands.

I hold my breath, count to five. He's before me now, fingers slipping between my knees for the empty glass I'm holding there. I let it go, exhale.

"You're younger than my last handmaid."

We aren't supposed to talk about her; I know this.

"Yes."

"You buy into all this or are you a rebel too?"

I open my mouth to speak, almost forgetting myself.

He raises his eyebrows at me, returns with my drink, hovers before me.

"The place isn't bugged - you can speak candidly here."

I reach for the glass - something to do with my hands, but he pulls it back, lowers his chin at me.

"I wanted to be a mother...before."

He hands over my glass now, sits beside me, knee-to-knee.

"And now?"

Tears form, tears I've swallowed back for months- aunt Lydia only allowed so long to mourn before she forced me into a doctor's office and made them confirm that I was ripe to try again.

I nod, shakily lift my drink to my mouth and swallow again.

He hangs his head for a moment, sighs. "Even in all this?" His voice isn't judgemental though, curious.

"A girl can dream," I almost laugh, slide the stupid hat from my hair.

This catches his attention and he's almost transfixed by it as I move to unclasp the pins to let it down.

"May i?"

"You never have to ask," He speaks it so softly, I almost think I've imagined it.

My fingers glide through it, tussling it gently so it falls in messy waves over my shoulders.

"And what do you dream about?" he asks in a voice that's almost whispered, almost half-asleep though his wide eyes meet mine.

"Finding a nice Commander. Getting out of this place," I scrunch up my nose, "bringing our child with us."

"Canada?"

I shrug, "anywhere but here."

"But I haven't dreamt of those things in quite a while," I wave off, then add, "and then i met you."

He coughs, pulls his hands closer to his body, settles his fingers around his drink so they're not creeping toward my hair.

"Beg pardon?"

I shrug. "I feel safe here, with you. I can rest easily. I can dream," I clarify.

"Ah," he huffs. "I don't dream anymore. Just nightmares."

My hand finds his forearm when he goes to take a final gulp of his glass. He halts, stares. This is the first time we've touched.

My fingers interlock with his and we simply sit, my fingers rubbing over his knuckles.

"Did you come in talking like this at your last placement?"

I laugh loudly. "That's hilarious."

"I thought so, too." He shoots me a soft smile.

"Why aren't you...like the others?"

"Do you want me to be?"

"No."

"Good. Because fuck that."

It's still a little jarring, hearing him speak so candidly.

"My...wife...and I..." He pauses. "She wouldn't like me behaving any differently to you girls...and...it would be an insult to her memory."

How did I get so lucky?

That night, I pray for the first time in three months. I pray for the Commander, I pray for his wife, I pray for my lost child, and I pray for myself.

The night is filled with dreams, memories returning of Commander Hillebrand and Mrs. Hillebrand's anger when I lost the baby. Reliving. If I'm not dreaming of a future, I'm reliving.

•••

My eyes shoot open and I launch to sit up in my bed.

"You were screaming," Commander Lawrence's voice hums through the darkness and I suddenly feel the weight of him on the edge of the bed. "So much for those dreams, huh?" A dry laugh.

He's about to stand but the thought of being alone in this room, my memories plaguing me...

"Will you...stay?" It's barely a whisper and I can see the shock even through the darkness.

"...yes."

And, to his credit, he does. Though, I can't sleep. He rests in the armchair beside my bed, dozes a time or two before realizing that I'm not sleeping, but staring at the doorway.

He clears his throat, stretches.

"No one's gonna come in here, you know. It's my house."

"Nothing is ours," I speak grimly. "Not here. Not even for you."

"Sheesh, you wake up so cheery."

"How can they do it?" At my question, he silences. "How can they just believe that a child is theirs, disregard our worth, force us to walk away after the feedings are done?"

It takes a long time but his response comes like a whip, "you're just a vessel to them."

"It was my baby. Mine. She had no right to mourn."

"Did they kick you out after that happened?"

I nod quietly. "As if it were my fault. They assumed it would happen again, didn't want to take a chance."

"They cast you out as infertile." He hums.

"They treated me like a murderer."

It surprises me he wanted me here.

•••

I sip my coffee, hum at the warmth, close my eyes and focus on the taste swirling around on my tongue.

When I open them back up, Lawrence is smirking at me and I shoot him an inquisitive look.

He shakes his head, lifts his own mug, "I just enjoy you enjoying things."

We both know that it's been a long 5 years without. Lawrence lived a pretty cushy existence considering, but as a handmaid I'm not granted such luxuries.

I'm again reminded of how we would look to a passerby in a world before this one - this older man and a 30-something me. But he's comfort to me. Lawrence and I can exchange a glance and understand exactly what the other is thinking. It comes with the territory of being constantly monitored in Gilead.

I can still remember laying in the Commanders bed for the first time; soft sheets, sunbeams trying to come through the closed curtains, the weight of him beside me, the dip of the bed.

When I turned to him, he'd been staring; arm propping his head up, fingers hovering above my shoulder. He looked like he'd been caught, the fear in his eyes was enough to make me almost laugh. How did I get to a point to make a Commander fearful? Wonders never cease.

I lean into his warmth, kiss his open palm, almost permission to touch me.

This is strange territory for the both of us. He, not having taken a lover since his wife, not performing a ceremony with any handmaid other than June because they were forced to. And me, not being given pleasure in 5 years.This bed is not meant for this.

He hardly ever sleeps here, I've noticed. It's either in the study or crashed on the couch.

"We're in some serious trouble," his groggy voice groaned with a soft laugh punctuating the sentence.

"Is this...going to be the last time?" I managed to whisper the question that'd been on my mind all night.

He looked haunted then.

"I'm not sure," he hums then adds, "I hope not." And I'm comforted by this.

After so long of being used sexually, steeling myself, locking this part of myself away, actually being touched because I've wanted it is such an addiction now. Thinking about only having this feeling once fills me with grief.

"You don't think Amara will talk, do you?" He knows her better than I do, but I can tell he needs this reassurance so I shake my head; his Martha shouldn't.

"You picked me," I whisper. "Why?"

He laughs without humor. "You're gonna hate me."

"No, I won't."

He sits up now, stops touching me, breaking that contact, I'm guessing, before he thinks I will eventually.

"You were a counselor. And...I lost my wife..."

I smile softly at that sentiment. "You wanted healing."

There are tears now.

"I wanted forgiveness. I wanted someone to look at me without judgement...what is that called? The term evades me..."

"-unconditional positive regard."

"I guess I was just planning on using you for something else entirely. It's not much better than the other Commanders."

I reach for him then, pull him down against my chest. "I'm grateful for you, Lawrence. It's a blessing to be here."

The tears are dripping down my naked chest, he's gasping and breaking down in sobs.

His facial hair tingles against my skin but I don't pull away, I run my fingers through his hair and give him time.

•••

I'm needy again and he's....loving it. The cocky smirk on his face when I meet him in the study is so overwhelming to me I have to hold onto the doorframe.

"Close it," he instructs. I follow orders.

But now I want to call the shots. I stride over to him, holding my dress up over my knees, padding barefoot to the desk.

"Can I help you?" He speaks evenly. I bite my lip, round the desk, wait for him to invite me to sit. He does. I hoist myself on the desk. He blinks slowly when I place my feet on the armrests of his chair.

I see him looking, though he's trying not to. I'm panty-less, exposed, shivering but not from the cold.

"Is this what you want?" His tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lower lip.

I nod, rest my hand on his shoulder, pull him toward me and then down.

He gets on his knees and my mind flashes to that red cushion - all the times I've knelt before a ceremony.

His hands are warm on my thighs as he traces up them, grips my knees to guide me closer to the edge. His head dips down and I feel his facial hair harsh against my skin, open-mouthed kisses against me, trailing closer and closer to my cunt.

And then he spreads me, presses a thumb to my clit, dances his tongue around my folds until I'm gripping at his hair.

I don't demand a change of pace - I'm chasing any and all pleasure at this point.

He eagerly slips a finger into me, arching just right and I let out a loud gasp.

He shushes me then, moving slow, reminding me that we could be caught.

I cover my mouth when he starts pumping into me, pressing harder on my clit.

I'm fluttering around his finger in no time and he seems pretty pleased with himself, based on his expression. He looks hungry, looks flustered.

His pants are tented when he stands and I groan inwardly. It'll be too long until it's safe for us to fuck in the bedroom. Unfortunately, I know all too well.

Only he's unzipping quickly, sliding his suspenders down. My mouth goes dry. I glance over my shoulder at the closed door.

"We'll be fine," he reassures, "you just can't be loud, my girl."

It's a haunting feeling - to be content once in a while in this world.

#commander lawrence #commander lawrence x oc #joseph lawrence #Joseph Lawrence x oc

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ladyprocrasinator · 6 months ago

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Good Omens FINALE

THE NICE AND ACCURATE PROPHECIES OF AGNES NUTTER, WITCH

Rating ★★★★☆

When I say this book was a rollercoaster I mean it. I was almost completely blind going into this book. The most I knew about it was that Crowley and Aziraphale existed and that they were not yet 'played' by David Tennant and Michael Sheen (who I look forward to seeing in the series). To be honest I was very thrown off guard by the writing style, like I mentioned in my last Good Omens post it felt like a combination of a British Comedy and a philosophical book. Which I'm very sure was purposeful. However this change in style made it harder for me to read. For the first third of the book I was highly considering giving the book three out of five stars, but I persevered. Now I sit here being glad I did so. The book really became interesting to me when the apocalypse really started and we started to learn more about Agnes Nutter Witch. I became fascinated with how Gaiman and Pratchett portrayed Agnes's visions and how all the point of views the reader has seen was coming together. On the other hand I continued to enjoy how the two authors portrayed Adam (He had awesome development as well). Overall I really liked how the book came together in the end and gave the reader (at least me) a sense of contentment. Like if everything does go to hell (no pun intended) it's our friends and willingness to take hold of one's own destiny that makes a difference.

Favorite Character

As promised since this is technically a part of my reading challenge (TO READ OR NOT TO READ) I must pick out a favorite character. Except I'm torn between two. Those two being Adam Young and Agnes Nutter. So I've decided I'll make an argument for both.

Agnes is one of the characters that play a vital role in the book. She is described as a handsome woman (or once was), and with her magic (knowledge of herbs and other things) she was able to heal and help people. I love her because she is such a witty and well thought character. Because of certain things she did in the book I consider her such an icon. One of them being how she prophesizes modern things (although it is also funny how she sees some of her descendant's futures). Unfortunately I cannot say much beyond this without spoiling so just keep an eye out for whenever Agnes is mentioned.

Where do I even begin with Adam? Well he is the son of the devil but he manages to still be a normal kid (There are also so many biblical references that I want to point out around him but won't for the sake of not spoiling). As mentioned in my last good omens post he and his group actually act like kids. They aren't prodigies and they aren't complete idiots either. All of them have a good balance between innocence and being complete rascals. Adam is a charming kid for being the son of the devil and simply wants the best for his friends and dog. Overall I enjoy the simplicity of his child mind.

Almost forgot but dog is an honorable mention and I love him.

Favorite Line/Lines

"Here's to next time," he said, "And ... Aziraphale?"

"Yes."

"Just remember I'll know that, deep down inside, you were just enough of a bastard to be worth liking."

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

What is under the cut

Other things I liked about the book

Funny moments or things I laughed at

Something I found very interesting about the book was it's take on religion. I grew up in a religious household and I'm still torn. My view on it is that I feel that there is a god I'm just not sure if anyone is completely correct. Going back to the book it tickled my brain how they handled religion. Like Armageddon was supposed to come around but because Adam was raised as a human his roots became unimportant and he denied his roots. He saw the value in life where heaven and hell just wanted to defeat one another. It's quite strange seeing heaven and angelic beings represented more as lawful neutral instead of true goodness.

Things I found amusing

"I saw a program. It had David Attenborough, so it's true. (154)"

"What a nice person," said Newt. "You could almost overlook her blowing up an entire village." (talking about Agnes Nutter, 199)

Crowley meeting Leonardo Da Vinci and having the original sketch was cool but 'knowing' he met the artist and Vinci liked the drawing more was hilarious.

All in all there is quite a lot I appreciate when reading Good Omens but that is for another post! Thank you all and I'll be posting my next To Be Read book soon!

#book blog #booklr #good omens #good omens review #good omens book #book review

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koyoba · 9 months ago

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Also re: my last post, I just had one of my greatest days out in a long time, uwah....

So I've been visiting various places in Japan with a couple of friends for the past few weeks- We've been to Osaka, Kyoto, and now Kobe. Osaka was pretty neat, but I truly didn't care for Kyoto, and was even starting to feel a bit homesick.

Generally, my group's travel plans have aligned; in that I didn't have many big wishlist items when I came here, so I've mostly tagged along with the sightseeing they've wanted to do. However, typically my style of travel is a bit more freeform, I just want to go to places and see what I see. So, today, my travel party decided to head to somewhere that I really wasn't interested in, so instead I just decided to do a bit of wandering on my own. I saw a sign for a little local park festival, and decided to go because I love little dinky community events, but the bus I was supposed to take had changed routes confusingly, so I was like, what the heck, it's nice weather, I'll walk it.

Along the way to the park, I:

stopped in at three different delicious local bakeries

walked through the first non-touristy shopping arcade of our trip

watched an entire set from a musically-talented vintage American rock cover band headed by an Elvis impersonator who had all the requisite charisma but barely spoke a word of English

took a nice stroll down a river beneath blooming sakura

And then once finally in the park, I walked around the little tiny festival, encountered my first ever public restroom with not even a spot for toilet paper, got to watch some traditional dancing from some cute old ladies, bought a ¥100 coffee from some other cute old ladies, and then took it all back down to the river to have my own little one-man flower viewing.

Then, while I was sitting by the river, some pigeons came along and I started throwing bread to them, when a pair of little girls came by and were delighted, so I gave them some bread to feed the birds too. One of the two had been studying English on her own and was very excited to talk to me, and so between their stumbling English and my stumbling spoken Japanese, we worked out a conversation. The two ended up demanding the rest of one of my breads to feed to the birds, but in exchange, one of the girls unprompted gave me her necklace, the other gave me a cute little bag with some hand towels, and they brought over their little sister to give me a piece of candy 😭 I waited around while they ran back and forth to their parents and up and down the river because they kept coming back to talk, until I had to head home.

It's the sort of interaction that I feel like those girls will probably very soon forget, since random childhood memories fade fast, but I don't think I ever will. Children truly are wonderful, wah

Anyway, it's days like this that make traveling truly worth it 🙏

#travel #ramblings

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barkspawn · 2 years ago

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just read the one where seb/amelia go to zuzu and nerd out in the store [amazing] and I need this specific sebastian and that specific amelia where seb proposes to amelia through a gae of solarion chronicles. i love your first kiss moments and i'm dying to see a proposal [can you drop a hint tothe next sound of silence chap pleaseeeee]

I'm baaaaack

I know it's been a while but in my defense, it has been a while since I have had enough focus to write properly. I know it asks for a proposal but trust me on this one. I'm feeling the slow burn on this one and it kind of gives me life. Tiny Middle is still my favorite pun i've ever made

Hint for Sound of Silence: I am struggling with a decision for Ames. Once I get mild to moderately caught up, I will definitely post a definitive update.

Next is a HC then the one-shots will be rolling out regularly!

Amelia could barely sleep the night of their trip to Zuzu. She thought about texting him and being a pest, but she didn't want to annoy him into changing his mind.

Pelican Town might be worth staying in.

Why would he say that? He was so adamant even just that morning about moving away and how excited he was to not have to take a bus to places like Tiny Middle. She wondered a few times if it could be her… But there's no way. Sure, they had fun, but if anything she was dorky and awkward. Meanwhile Sebastian was really cool, collected, and way too attractive for her.

The entire night went by like this.

Thankfully, it was Friday and she'd see all of them tonight.

Her phone chimed and she grabbed it a little too excitedly. Abigail had text the group chat:

“Abigail 11:36 am: Heyy~ still seeing the three of you tonight at stardrop tonight, right?”

“Sam 11:37 am: u kno ill be there abs. Got to ask meels and seb. They were the ones out late”

“Sebastian 11:37 am: You say out late like I'm not up late every night, you goon. I'm still in. Someone has to kick Sam’s ass at pool. It certainly won't be Abby.”

After a moment, she responded:

“Amelia 11:38 am: I'll still be there. Yoba knows I need a nap after chasing Loaf all morning.”

“Abigail 11:38 am: Cool! Did you guys have a good city trip? Find any potential apartments, Sebby?”

There wasn't a reply for a long moment. Amelia convinced herself to let it go for now, going in to take a quick shower. The second her phone dinged, she was reading.

“Sebastian 11:43 am: It was pretty great. Gave me a lot to think about, so no apartment hunting. Turns out Ames might be cooler than both of you losers.”

“Sam 11:43 am: rude”

“Abigail 11:43 am: Ames? Does everyone have a nickname for you but me?”

“Amelia 11:44 am: at this point, you might be the only one calling me Amelia. That's gotta count for something?”

The conversation, as it often does, spins to different topics. Amelia broke off and finally jumped in the shower, humming to herself. The band had written a new song and she can't seem to get it out of her head.

She climbed out of the shower to dry off, freezing as she realized that she had a text from Sebastian specifically. She quickly wrapped the towel around herself and opened the text, the pictures attached bringing an immediate smile to her face. The first was of his dice tower and tray on his table and the second was his shelf, where the dice and nice box sit, glowing and beautiful on display.

“Sebastian 12:03 pm: I set everything up. Thoughts? Concerns? Praise?”

Amelia laughed, glancing down at Loaf, who had cocked his head at her.

“Shut up,” she mumbled to him before typing out her response.

“Amelia 12:09 pm: Damn, Seb. Look at you being fancy with your displaying skills. I might have to have you come decorate the farmhouse. Truly remarkable… It brings a tear to my eye…”

“Sebastian 12:09 pm: Ames, don't you dare.”

“Amelia 12:10 pm: … a frozen tear. 😈”

“Sebastian 12:11 pm: I don't think I've ever hated anything more than I hate that text.”

Amelia laughed again and put her phone away after responding with a simple smiley face. Loaf still stared up at her curiously, which she ignored to the best of her ability.

For the next few hours, she combed through her wardrobe, stopping every once in a while to ask herself why before continuing.

Eventually, she settled on her favorite high-waisted jeans and a white crop top with a black jacket over it. The outfit always made her feel like she was just a little bit badass while still being cute. She kept her makeup light, eyeliner really being the only obvious touch. She slipped on her sneakers and made for the saloon.

It was still warm out with it being the end of summer, making the jacket feel like a bit much. She didn't come out too often during the summer, focusing on the farm or hanging with the few people she got along with so well. To go in full midriff out and collection of tattoos on display might give the town something to talk about.

She approached at the same time as Abby, who was grinning like she was handing her a winning lottery ticket.

“Hey, Abs, what's going–”

“You're dressed all cute.”

There was a pause before Amelia spoke again.

“Thank you?”

“Yeah, you're welcome, but did something happen in Zuzu? Sebby is being weird and you're dressing all cute for our weekly hang.”

Amelia was shocked, “Okay, Abigail, I just wanted to look cute. For me. And I don't know why Seb would be acting weird.”

Abigail rolled her eyes before crossing her arms, “ten gold says he stares when you go in.”

“Whatever. Everyone stares at people sometimes.”

“Oh, sure, sure. Especially when they like you.”

Amelia sighed and held the door open, waving over at the boys before ordering a round of drinks. When she approached, she heard a heavy, bouncing thunk, nearly dropping the drinks. Abigail masked a laugh, taking her drink from Amelia with a sidelong glance.

“Dude, you cool?” Sam looked over at Sebastian, who was shaking his head.

“Yeah.. Yeah, my hand slipped. It's stupid. You break.”

Amelia handed Sam his drink and offered Sebastian his. He took it, sighing as she frowned.

“Did I upset you..?”

Her voice was soft, immediately making Sebastian feel a little guilty. After a moment, he stood back up straighter and offered her an apologetic smile that nearly made her breath catch.

Damn that smile.

“No, Ames. Sorry. I'm just.. In my own head,” he took a breath, seeming to relax again, “you uh.. You look nice, by the way. Don't often see you out of your overalls.”

A small smirk formed on his lips, a clear sign he is picking on her. She shoved him playfully, the fact that even a smirk sent her heart racing being completely unfair.

Damn THAT smile.

She went to respond, but caught Abby’s eye. She seemed to be celebrating a win that really wasn't one at all. Unless he told her then she has–

“Ames?”

“Hm? Sorry. I guess it was my turn to get into my own head.”

“Are you alright?” He asked in a low, quiet voice. She met his eyes briefly and felt her cheeks grow warm. Sebastian definitely seemed to notice, shaking his head briefly, “hey, don't feel like you have to tell me, okay? I'm just here if you want to talk or whatever.”

“Thanks Seb… I'm okay though. I just think too much. I'm sorry for spacing out. What were you saying?”

“You're fine. I was asking if you planned to go to the festival tonight?”

Her smile fell as she looked at him, confused. He laughed quietly, from which she ignored the feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Someone didn't check her mail this morning. The moonlight jellies come tonight. It's actually kind of cool.”

Amelia dramatically put a hand over her heart, “oh my Yoba… Seb likes a town festival.”

He rolled his eyes, “I liked it last year too,” he paused, his brows knitting together, “oh.. right. You couldn't come.”

“That'll make it more interesting this year.”

“Heh, yeah. I'll be your moonlight jelly guide if you want,” he spoke quietly through this, almost like it was a secret.

She offered her hand to shake, “you've got a deal,” he laughed as he took her hand, shaking it. Their D20 tattoos beside one another, a natural one and a natural twenty. They both seemed to notice that they were still shaking at the same time, both pulling their hands back.

“So when should I show up? Do the jellies come on a schedule…?”

Sebastian seemed to consider for a second, “actually, kind of. We all gather around 10pm at the docks.”

Amelia rarely ever saw Sebastian down anywhere even close to the beach. Well, unless… She paused for a moment, her voice soft when she spoke again, “hey, uh, I've seen you out on the pier sometimes in the rain. Can I ask why?”

There was a long pause before he laughed to himself, “it sounds silly, but I go out there to think and contemplate the storms. It's hard to describe.”

“No, I get it. Sometimes when you yourself feel shitty, you find an outlet or some way to think. It's like… A stormcloud over your head so you compare it to the real thing in hopes of understanding your own. Am I even making sense?” She chuckles, shaking her head.

“Oh, you're speaking gibberish for sure. I'm not even sure that those were words. As a matter of fact, I think Harvey might be here if you're stroking out on me,” Sebastian teased, earning another playful shove.

“You're an ass,” she joked, shaking her head as she laughed.

He chuckled quietly before answering seriously, “yes, Ames. You made sense. And I appreciate it.”

She glanced up at him, offering a kind smile.

“Dude, we only have like… 45 minutes before we have to leave. Hey Meels!” Sam called across the pool table. Amelia gave a wave and worked on her drink as she watched the guys playing pool. She couldn't help but notice Seb’s shots were a little off tonight. Almost like he was nervous.

45 minutes flew by, Seb pocketing the last of the solids and that was game. Sam spoke up, pulling on a thin sweatshirt.

Shit. Is it going to be cold? I don't have time to run home…

“Let's head out so we get the good spots.”

“Sam, everyone stands in the same spot every year,” Seb retorted, arching an eyebrow. Sam gave a quiet ‘whatever’ before heading toward the door, Abigail in tow. Amelia and Sebastian weren't far behind, walking in a comfortable silence.

Abigail was mentioning something to Sam before turning.

“Hey, I was talking to Sam and since my dad is being an ass this year, I'm gonna watch with her so she's not alone,” Abigail started.

“Hey, that's not a bad idea. My dad didn't want to come tonight and my mom's all torn up because dad didn't wanna come. And Vince is watching with Marnie and Jas. I'll keep her company.”

The two made their way to the end of the pier, looking out over the water.

“You gonna go hang out with your family too?”

“And leave you alone out here to experience your first jellies alone? Fuck that.”

Amelia smiled, standing beside him as they looked out over the sea. They have maybe about five minutes before the jellies come through.

“You look cold,” Sebastian commented, his voice softer.

“I suppose I am a little. But I'm okay, I just didn't know that I'd be outside since I didn't check my mail this morning,” she teased, staring at the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips for just a second too long.

There was a long pause before he spoke again, “do you… Uh… Want my hoodie?”

Amelia blinked, “Seb, I'm really okay. I spent half of last winter without a coat… I'll be okay, I promise.”

Sebastian frowned, looking over at her, “you do have a coat now, right? That must have been horrible.”

Amelia smiled up at him, her expression a mix of amusement and humor, “I do, yes. I bought one at a little shop in Grampleton.”

Before Sebastian could answer, they heard Lewis encourage Vincent and Jas to push out the small boat, signaling the jellies where to come and that it was time.

“I think it's always my favorite when they come in,” Sebastian commented, his voice very quiet, almost like he didn't want to disturb the silence.

Amelia smiled over at him, noticing the corner of his lips to turn up into a small smile, sending her heart into a frenzy. She saw the light blue glow, turning to see the swarm of jellies coming in. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath until she heard a quiet ‘holy shit’ beside her. She looked over at Seb, her eyes following his gaze to a jelly much larger than the rest. The large jelly was also a bright green color in comparison to the rest of the standard blues and purples.

“Seb… Is that the leader or something? It's beautiful…”

Sebastian just stared at the jelly, his mouth agape, “Uh, no, Ames,” he started after a second,

“the green jelly is super rare and by the looks of it… no one else… Sees…”

They stood in silence and just watched as the green jelly floated idly around their part of the dock. Amelia inhaled, surprised when she felt the warmth of Sebastian’s hand brushing against her own.

It's an accident. You're standing at the edge of a pier… It's definitely only a–

Her thought was cut short by his little finger tentatively looping around hers, sending her heart into a drum solo that could rival even Abigail’s. She couldn't help but look up at him, only to meet his eyes. As she offers a sweet smile, she's met with one of his she’d never seen before. It seemed to be a fond smile, his eyes, for the first time since she met him, holding no hesitation or fear.

This smile changed everything.

#shut up tori #stardew valley #sdv #barkspawn #stardew valley fanfic #sebastian stardew valley #stardew #sdv fanfic #stardew fanfic #sdv sebastian #sebastian sdv #stardew sebastian #one shot #stardew valley sebastian

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kodzuken-chan · 2 years ago

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You should do a part 2 to the “Monster Trio reacting to their S/O giving them a wedding invitation” and it’s the wedding day and the S/O realizes that the person they are marrying, isn’t for them, and they confess that they love someone else and run out of the church or wherever. Then the monster trio finds them and like, confesses that they love them and yknow, happy ending?

Anyway, feel free to ignore. Have a nice day! Hope this isn’t to picky 😊

A/N: Aweeee its not😚 actually I had this on my mind since I posted the Headcanon, I was hesitant but now no, I'll definitely write this~!! Les go🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

Related to : Monster Trio reacting to their S/O giving them a wedding invitation (They're not the Groom)

It turned longer than I've expected, please Enjoy it~!!!

<<Pictures are not mine, Credits to the owners>>

⚠️ Warnings: Mention of exploiting, maybe some insults, insecurities on Zoro part & Cheating on Sanji's part

-(Y/G/N)= Your Groom's Name

-This might be kinda modern hehe

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Monster Trio finding their S/O out of the wedding and confess their Love Headcanon

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Summary: Your wedding day has finally arrived, and despite getting their heart broken, the three boys made sure to attend the wedding and be there for you on your happiest day of life. However things don't turn out so good🔸

Luffy

You were sitting in your waiting room after finishing your photoshoot session with the guests

You kinda felt nervous, so you decided to head out for some fresh air

Leaving your belongings at the waiting room

You went out, got the amount of fresh air you needed

And now you're on your way back to the waiting room

You're about to head inside when your Groom's voice echoed in the room

"To whom he's talking to?"

You peeked through the tiny space in the door, and you saw something

That had you make re-think your life decisions on your wedding day

There was your groom with his sister ruffling in your purse, making a huge mess

He took out the money you had in, and gave it to his sister

Your jaw dropped at the sight and you took your eyes off holding on to the wall

"Take this for now, I'll give you more once our honeymoon is over, from her salary of course" you overheard him saying to his sister

You were in disbelief, you didn't bare to hear more of that shit so you ran out of the whole place

Now that explains why your bank amount calculation had always something missing with it

Your groom was stealing from you, either in cash or with your credit card

He always deleted the bank messages from your phone

Obviously because he knew your phone lock password

You had no time to waste, so you immediately head to the bank and asked them to stop the withdrawals on your credit card

Once you were done saving your money's life

You dropped by the beach, feeling betrayed and pathetic, trying to process what happened

He didn't love you for who you are, he loved just loved you for your money

Luffy suddenly popped inside your head

"But you're my wifey!!!!!" You remembered his words the day you gave him your wedding invitation

He was always there for you, making your day brighter than it was

How fool you were?

How blind you were?

To not realize for that all this time, it was always Luffy

Luffy always preoccupied your mind and heart, even the moment you were waiting in the waiting room

You were always just thinking of him, so is it too late if you asked him to be with you instead? You wondered

On the other side, the wedding have already started

But there was no sign of the bride, and that had Luffy worried

Once he found no one anywhere around the hall, he realized that you must have ran away

Because, all of your things are there but you're not?!

After few hours of useless searching, Luffy finally found you in the place that he assumed you'd be

He approached and sat next to you, noticing the tears stains on your face

He knew something happened, because you wouldn't have ran away for no reason in the first place

He took your hand in his, and it was all what you needed to let out the pain and regret inside of you

You told him everything until you were out of words

"Tell me then Y/N, would you like to be my wifey again? Not in the house game but in real life?" He asked with a serious face

You were shocked at the sudden confession, and you thought he's just trying to cheer you up

But his serious face assured you that he wasn't joking around

He was meaning what he said by heart

By the end of that day, Luffy was the one to wait for you at end of the aisle ❤️

Zoro

The wedding was reaching its climax

There weren't much people at the wedding though

Just your crew mates, and close family members

You didn't want to make a huge wedding, its expensive and energy consuming

So, You've already walked to the aisle

And Zoro was the man who walked you down there

Obviously because your parents lived in the other half of the world

And they couldn't make it to the wedding itself

So they joined through a Zoom session LMAO I'M SORRY THIS IS SILLY

And eventually you asked Zoro to walk you down the aisle to your groom

To which he accepted despite the pain he had in his heart

Once you reached to (Y/G/N)

Ready to say your vows to each other

You noticed the mocky expression (Y/G/N) had on his face the moment you stood infront of him

Let alone that he never took your hand in his like he did always

But, You never saw that expression before, so your kind heart just assumed that he was just teasing you to ease the tension because you THOUGHT that he was as nervous as you

But you were wrong, you knew the moment he opened that mouth of his

" Oh my gosh...Huh, please Y/N spare me, I thought at least that you'll get prettier on our wedding day, but god look at you! Is that even make up? And from where did you get that dress? The trash? You seem to have gained weight as well" he mocked loudly infront of everyone

(Y/G/N) wasn't someone you fell for like from first sight or whatsoever

You met him through an arranged date you went to with your friend

Because apparently, her boyfriend said that his friend would be suitable for you

So you gave it a try and he wasn't that bad

I mean you two started going out after knowing each other and you eventually fell for him

You clenched your fingers into your white dress, not knowing if you're embarrassed or angry

"Oh please, consider this marriage over, I can't tolerate this for the rest of my life" he commented only to get a hard slap on his face

FROM YOU

Then You harshly threw him with your flower bouquet and ran out of the hall tossing your heels away

Zoro's glare and dark aura couldn't get scarier than it is now, it was as if he's going to commit a crime

He approached (Y/G/N) and grabbed him from the collar

And with that cold stare, he was ready to make the man infront of him lose his memory forever

Or worse, Lose his entire life

But Sanji and Luffy stopped him last second

"Oi Marimo! Get back to your senses! Leave this shit bag to me and go find Y/N-chan!''

Zoro snapped out of his anger once he heard your name, and immediately rushed out looking for you

You sat on the bus stop bench, regretting the fact that you wanted a person like (Y/G/N) as your life partner

"Y/N, you're pathetic" you said to yourself as you sobbed

You never knew why, but you wished if Zoro can be here with you right now

Although he's blunt sometimes and likes to tease you alot

But he never disrespected you even once, in fact he respected you the most, for your morals and personality

Yet he was always there for you when you needed someone to rely on

Its Now when you realized that it should have been Zoro, not (Y/G/N)

You sobbed even more when you realized that Zoro might not feel the same way towards you

But then at that moment, he finally found you crying by yourself on the bus stop bench

He stood there, looking at you

He never liked it whenever you cried, he knew that you will never cry unless you're hurt

He approached you, and you couldn't be more surprised for his sudden appearance

He took your wrist and pulled you to his embrace, then looked at you ready to walk back

"Z-Zoro! Wait...I don't wanna go back, I don't want to get married, I'm so embarrassed that-" but he interrupted you with a kiss that had you stunned at the sudden confession

"Of course you're not going back to that shit head, and you shouldn't be embarrassed" he said

"T-Then ...what are we going to-"

He fixed your hair, dress, wiped the remaining tears of your face, then interlocked both of your fingers

"Instead of walking you to the aisle, I'll wait for you there this time" he smiled, squeezing your hand

You smiled, and the tears formed again, but faded soon as you ran back hand in hand to the wedding hall

But this time, Zoro is your Groom💚

Sanji

Sanji was sitting with the guests, waiting for you to make an appearance through the large hall door

In your white dress

Of course it hurts him so much, Because you're wearing that dress for another man

But as long as you'll live happily with that smile on your face

He wouldn't mind it, he'll make sure to be there for you if you ever needed him

However, what annoyed him the most is that the Groom wasn't there yet

By this time, (Y/G/N) should have been standing at the end of the aisle waiting for you

"Tsk..That bastard...its their wedding day and he's late for Y/N-chan" he murmured

While you were there waiting for the clock to hit, for the time you'd make your appearance at, In the waiting room

As soon as the time came, you got up and made your way with your father next to you

Once the huge door opened, you shyly started walking on the aisle

Until you noticed that the groom isn't there

You stood in halfway in the middle of the aisle looking around for (Y/G/N)

But he was no where to be seen around

Sanji noticed the concern on your face, as you slightly started to panic from the negative thoughts you had

He got up and approached you

"Sanji, Where is (Y/G/N)? " You asked worried

"I'm sorry Y/N-chan, but he hadn't arrived yet, no one saw him" he replied

"I'm going to look for him, maybe something bad happened to him and he needs help" you said as you held Sanji hand nervously

"I'll come with you then" he assured you

Although you were concerned about your groom, but you did notice something off with Sanji

Of course you couldn't immediately guess what was it

But you decided to ask him later when you find (Y/G/N)

With your bride's flower bouquet, you started looking for (Y/G/N) around the hall waiting rooms and, toilets

But he wasn't there

"That jerk should have a compelling reason for his lateness" cursed Sanji under his breath

However, his car was there in the parking lot, that means he's somewhere here

You decided to look for him again

But the unexpected happened

You passed by one of the hall coordinators' offices, and unfortunately there was a window in the door

You stood there, absolutely shocked at the view you're looking at

It was shocking to the point that you dropped the bouquet from your hand

"What's the matter Y/N-chan?" He questioned, finally following you

But Sanji became speechless when he saw that tear sliding over your cheeks, before you started running away

Leaving the flower bouquet on the ground

Sanji was confused until he saw what you witnessed, giving the same reaction as you did

But instead of running away, he grew furious to the point his facial veins popped up

His blood was boiling in agitation

In the office sat your bride's mate with your groom, making out with each other

Sanji couldn't stop himself but rage on (Y/G/N), although he never touched your bride's mate, since he'll never hurt women

But What he did to (Y/G/N) was enough for her to learn her lesson and never ruin someone's else wedding

And a good lesson for (Y/G/N) to not mess with ladies if he's never serious about them

Sanji finally realized that you ran away, and he needs to find you before you breakdown

Taking your neglected flower bouquet from the floor, Sanji immediately went out searching for you

You had nowhere else than Sunny go to go back to, its your home after all

And out of all places and rooms, you went to your favorite place, the kitchen

You sat on the dinning table, you can't believe what you have witnessed

How can he do that to you, no how stupid you were to not notice that he was cheating on you?

You looked around the kitchen, its filled with Sanji's scent, it somehow calmed your sobs

Come to think of it, you came into realization to what is off with Sanji

His eyes were sad

There was pain in them

They weren't ever like that before though

Ever since you gave him your invitation card, you noticed how distant he became

Of course he acted the way he usually did, but the way he does it changed

Your memory just kept recalling all of the things and love he showed you the moment he met you until day

He was caring and genuine, you sobbed again

You heart was in conflict, you just wanted all of this to end

You just....

You just wanted to cry your lungs out in Sanji's warm embrace

Sanji always provided you with that warmth that you never once felt from (Y/G/N)

After looking and looking, he finally fiured out where he can find you

He approached Sunny, and went to straightly to the kitchen

He approached the door, but his heart shattered into piece when he heard your broken sobs

Opening the door after knocking, he approached your suave figure and knelt down

You immediately couldn't help but throw yourself at him, sobbing and sobbing

And held you close, tightening his grip to protect your heart

Once you calmed down, he wiped the tears of your face, and brushed the hairlines off it

"I'm sorry Sanji...you had to go through all of this because of me-"

"Shhhh....its not your fault, you might take my words personally but, its better that you found out about him now than later, it might have gotten harder and harsher for you to-"

"I know....I'm somehow relieved that it ended that way, or else I would have gotten myself into non ending headache and stress and end up regretting my whole life" you said sighing

After few minutes of silence

"Y/N-chan" he called

"Hmmm?"

"I know this might not be the right time to say this, and I might not be as good to be with a an awesome lady like you but, would you like to be my wife instead?" He confessed offering your forgotten bouquet

Your vision became blurry once again, you knew that you'll live happily if a man like him was your life partner

You can just tell from the way he looks at you, his eyes speaks every emotion he holds towards you

Maybe all of this happened for you to realize your and Sanji's feelings towards each other

Maybe it was your fate to end up together after all of this time

Blinking the tear away to clear your vision, you nodded in agreement accepting the bouquet from his hands

And then he brushed his lips over yours

"Shall we go back to the hall to say our vows then?" He smiled, holding your hands and you nodded

"But Y/N-chan, don't be sad if my nose started bleeding, I can't help it because you look like a princess" he pouted but you chuckled at his comment

"That's the smile that I wanted to see" he said caressing your cheeks before taking your hand, going back to the wedding hall

Sanji is indeed your life partner for eternity 💙

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