#after he already tried in 2022 and I told him to leave me alone

[teakip]

Vent art about my dad

[dearly-somber]

It’s An Affectionate Thing | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, unrequited love, eventual romance

-> w/c. 2183

-> rating. 13+

-> a/n. this one was an excuse to write biting because 🤭

-> warnings. N/A

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 18:21

-> fin. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 22:23

-> edited. Jul. 5th, 2022 @ 00:46

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Jungkook is… weird, to say the least.

He just randomly came up to you in class one day, sat his ass down on the edge of your desk, and started talking to you like it was a normal, everyday routine. Which it was not.

As you got to know him, he only got weirder.

If not for his clinginess (which was admittedly strange considering you’d never met a guy so touchy with a girl who wasn’t his girlfriend), you’d say his strange habit of rubbing his head against you was probably one of his weirder characteristics.

And it wasn’t even in a creepy If-you-don’t-get-away-from-me-immediately-I’m-going-to-call-the-cops kinda way, but more so a confused, what-the-fuck-are-you-doing kinda way. He’d hug you and not so subtly rub his cheek against yours, or he’d hold your hand and make up some dumb excuse to nose your wrist (he kept insisting that you were wearing perfume when he knew you didn’t).

One time—while hugging you—he pressed his face into your neck and just… inhaled. He hasn’t done it again after you unceremoniously shoved his face away with a warning not to do it again unless he wanted to keep both his eyes, but it was beyond weird and (dare I say) creepy (at the time)

He also quite literally growled at one of your classmates when he was being a misogynistic, sexist piece of shit and wouldn’t leave you alone. And sometimes, when he’s being a brat and moaning about how you pull away too quickly after giving him a hug, he whines. Like, back of his throat, puppy-begging-for-food kind of whine.

This in of itself would be somewhat bearable, if not for his friends. They were equally as weird, if not weirder.

There were eleven of them total, seven guys and four girls—all living in the same house near the edge of town. And despite already having such a large group, they were completely unwelcoming of outsiders, too tight-knit to allow others into their ranks. People had suspected that they were in a polyamorous relationship, or that it was some weird sex cult. They hadn’t ever specifically said that they were dating amongst themselves, and being the secretive group they were, they didn’t bother acknowledging nor denying any of the crazy school rumors.

You didn’t wanna bring the rumors up with Jungkook and make him uncomfortable, so instead you chose to ignore them and pretend they weren’t there. Jungkook tried to introduce you once, but you’d seen the way they looked at you—how they glared when you walked into the cafeteria with Jungkook glued to your hip. You’d come to the nifty conclusion that they did not like you, and as much as you wanted to make Jungkook happy by letting him introduce you to his inner circle, you didn’t wanna crush his little heart by being immediately rejected.

Coming up with excuses to avoid them was hard, but if they were anything like their youngest, it was probably for the best if you kept your distance, anyway.

How you wished you’d been able to stay away for longer.

“Jungkook, I really don’t wanna go to your house.”

“But we have to go somewhere, and you already told me that your parents don’t like me.” He whines, his big bambi eyes and pouty lips making you internally groan.

“That’s because they think you’re too clingy.” You state matter of factly, deadpanning your gaze to his arm, tightly wrapped around yours.

Grinning sheepishly, he tugs you in the direction of his housemates. “C���mon, it’ll be fun!” They walk a few meters ahead of you, shoving and pushing each other while talking, rowdy laughter echoing behind them. Your heart aches for a moment, watching them enviously. They look close…

“Are we gonna be able to get anything done? There’s like. Twelve of you in one house, thirteen plus myself.” You watch them retreat further and further ahead of you, your and Jungkook’s feet dragging as you fall behind. “They don’t exactly seem like the quiet type…”

Jungkook frowns at the (hopefully) unintentional dig, clearing his throat and hesitantly intertwining your hands. When you don’t pull away, he continues. “Just give them a chance. I know the rumors are weird, but they couldn’t be farther from the truth. I promise you you’ll like them once you get to know them,” he pleads, giving you his best puppy eyes. “Please?”

You sigh, nodding concededly and reluctantly letting him pull you along. “Okay. Can we at least do the assignment somewhere private? I don’t really think your friends—”

“Family.”

The correction throws you off guard, and you stare at him. Your voice betrays you, eyes soft. “Right, your family. I don’t… I don’t think they like me very much.”

He tsks. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. But,” he turns to you and boops your nose playfully. “If it really makes you feel better, we can do the project in my room.”

His room? Why his room? Why not outside, or in the kitchen, or anywhere else but his room?

You squint your eyes at him suspiciously. “What are you planning, Jungkook?”

He grins mischievously, batting his eyelashes in an effort to make himself look more innocent than you know he is. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You scoff. “Pervert.”

Jungkook giggles in response, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leaning into you while not so subtly sniffing your hair.

…Brat.

Jungkook drags you upstairs to his room before any of his housemates can snatch you away from him, not bothering to listen to their rowdy complaints. He knows that they’ll overwhelm you the second they get their claws on you, and he’d preferably not scare you away just when you’re getting more comfortable around him.

He practically throws you onto his bed, followed directly by his overexcited body knocking the breath out of you. Jungkook huffs weirdly before pressing his forehead against your shoulder, hands laying curled up into your sides. Groaning, your hands shoot out to his shoulders, trying to push him off. “Can’t— can’t breathe—“

“Sorry,” he sheepishly grins, pushing himself up by his hands to look down at you with his hair flopping over his head. You catch your breath, feeling the immense relief at not having his full weight on top of you, too preoccupied to notice the compromising position you’re in—him hovering over you with his knees slotted on either side of your waist. Jungkook looks concerned when he asks, “Can you breathe yet?”

“Yeah… yeah, I can breathe. Can you uh,” your cheeks burn and you avoid meeting his eyes, your hands sliding from his shoulders. “Can you get off, please?”

“Oh, I— sorry, I’m sorry.” He gets off of you faster than you expected him to, sitting cross legged on the opposite side of the bed to give you some space. You copy him, staring at one another awkwardly. It’s your first time being in his house, let alone his room, and your heart stutters when you realize he closed the door behind you on your way in. Just great. You look at him, biting the inside of your lip. Jungkook has proven to be a very sweet boy, but he is still a boy—and you are a girl. Alone. In his bedroom.

You don’t want him getting the wrong idea.

“Listen, Kook…” He perks up, listening to you attentively. Taking an encouraging breath, you continue. “I hope you didn’t choose your room for ulterior motives, because I came here for school. I’m not going to have sex with you—“

Jungkook’s whole face turns red, frantically shaking his hands in front of you. “No no no! No, I’d never—I don’t, I don’t see you that way, I promise!” He rambles, scooting away from you in an effort to convince you that that’s not why he chose this location. Grinning stupidly, you reach over and pat his knee.

“Okay, okay, I believe you. Relax.” He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and sulking. He just wanted to make you feel more comfortable… he didn’t think you’d take it the wrong way. Rolling your eyes at the cute pout on his lips, you ruffle his hair playfully. “Let’s get started, hm?”

You turn your back to him so that you can reach into your bag and grab your things, rifling through the books inside to look for your laptop. What you don’t notice is the weight of Jungkook’s eyes on your back—watching you and admiring the annoyed pout on your lips with a soft smile.

“Found it! So,” you cross your legs and situate the keyboard in your lap. “What do you wanna start with first? I was thinking we could start with, uhm…” Your voice dies in the back of your throat when you catch sight of Jungkook’s dazed, strangely affectionate half-smile. You clear your throat, cheeks heating up because why the fuck is he looking at you like you’ve hung the stars?

“Uhm… Jungkook?”

“Right, sorry,” he shakes his head as if to bring himself back to reality. “Why don’t we start with research first?” He’s hesitant, and you feel bad. He must think you’re going to say no.

“Sounds good. My screen is pretty small, though.” You bite your lip, thinking about how you could share the screen in a way that he wouldn’t hurt his neck.

“Uhm. I—I have… can you scoot a bit closer to the headboard?”

You look at him questioningly but give in to his hopeful puppy eyes. Sighing, you scoot back until he places a gentle hand on your knee to halt your movements. You try and look at his face but he looks down so that it’s hidden by his hair. “Jungkook?” You whisper, hesitant to increase your volume.

Jungkook either doesn’t hear you or he ignores you, clambering toward you distractedly and shifting in behind you. You suck in a breath, the hair on your arms raising. He slots his legs on either side of you, pulling you to his chest by your waist and hesitantly resting his chin on your shoulder. The closeness freezes you to the spot, and you swear you can feel him eyeing the side of your face for a reaction.

You exhale through your teeth and will yourself to relax in his arms despite your racing heart. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook smiles, locking his hands around your waist and inhaling your scent as subtly as possible. You ignore him and clear your throat. “Shall we start with origin?” You whisper, unable to raise your voice due to the suffocating closeness, cheeks red and heart beating ten times too quickly.

Jungkook hums next to your ear. If he notices your racing heartbeat, he doesn’t comment on it.

Y/N yawns tiredly, apologizing in a half-asleep voice.

“Just take a break,” Jungkook pleads, trying to move her arms out of the way and biting back a growl of frustration when she swats his hands away from the screen.

“I’m fine.”

“You can barely keep your eyes open!” He reasons, pulling away to look at the back of her head. Stupid, stubborn girl. “Come on, Y/N. We’ve been working on this for hours. Let’s just take a quick break. Please?”

“We’re so close to finishing…” She sounds dejected, another yawn leaving her lips. Jungkook frowns at her, trying to figure out how to get her to put away her stupid computer and just take a nap, for gods sake. Knowing that this is the only course of action that’ll direct her attention to something other than this stupid class assignment, he determinedly leans forward.

You yelp in surprise, turning to Jungkook with wide eyes. Did he just—

“Did you just fucking bite me?” Your voice is filled with newfound life and energy, jaw hanging as you look down at your shoulder. Looking at him, you find no remorse in those chocolate brown eyes… only a smug, satisfied expression.

“Yes.” He laughs at the horror on your face, shaking his head as if he knows something you don’t. “It’s an affectionate thing, I promise.”

“How is you biting me an ‘affectionate thing’?” You hiss, watching as he shakes his head, hair flopping around his face cutely.

“It just is,” he shrugs. You squint suspiciously, setting the laptop down next to you while silently planning his demise.

Jungkook eyes you warily and yells when you punch his arm, rubbing the spot furiously. “What was that for!”

“Would you rather I bite you back?” You snap threateningly, sitting on your knees to look down at him. Jungkook’s eyes widen at the threat, his cheeks and the top of his ears going beet red. You grin to yourself evilly, crawling towards him. Your eyes squint in a silent threat, prowling like a bloodthirsty animal. “Just wait until I sink my teeth into you… c’mere!”

Jungkook yelps, jumping up from the bed and running away from you while incoherently yelling that no, only he’s allowed to bite you.

“Why?”

“I— I can’t tell you!”

“Guess I’m gonna bite you, then—“

“—Y/N NO!”

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[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 7: Phone sex with Felix

Trigger warnings: n/a

Content warnings: names (baby, baby girl, princess, sweetheart, dirty girl, pretty girl), guided/mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mc chokes herself for lix, they exchange nudes?, really just pushing gamer!lix honestly like this whole thing is entirely self-indulgent.

Summary: After meeting a sweet guy while gaming, you both finally work up the courage to let the conversation shift to a more intimate topic

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

mikasaswife: happy seven months of having me in your life 💁🏻‍♀️

✨lixie✨ is online

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: you said that last month, dork 😆

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: i’ve been keeping track of it too 🙊 wanna play for a bit? i’m off today so i’ve got all the time in the world 😝

mikasaswife: ofc! lemme grab something rq and i’ll hop on 🥰

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: hah cute

You didn’t see his message until you returned and your cheeks went a soft pink. You’d met seven months ago over Rocket League and grew close pretty quickly. You followed each other on various social media platforms and you learned he lived in Australia, which was disheartening considering you were on the other side of the world.

Within about three weeks, he started subtly flirting with you, telling you how good you looked in your latest Instagram post and acting surprised that you were single when you got on the topic of sexuality and your dating history. It was always little remarks and you always welcomed it, oftentimes giving him the same energy, but you weren’t sure how to address your feelings with him.

mikasaswife: not as cute as you but ok

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: lies but ok 🥴

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: i’m calling now 😌

You accepted the call as soon as it came in, already on the home screen and waiting for him to join. “Hey cutie.” As soon as you heard his deep voice, you smiled softly. “How was your day?”

“It was good except for that coworker I told you about a few weeks ago. How’d you sleep?” You hoped he’d just answer the question instead of trying to discuss what happened but you weren’t that lucky.

“I slept fine. You should really report him, y/n.” His voice was laced with concern and you sighed softly.

“I can’t. You know I work in a male-dominated field, that’ll just paint a target on my back.” You shook your head. “Plus it was online, they probably can’t even do anything about it. It’s fine, Lix.”

“It’s far from fine if you’re still having issues with him three weeks later.” He pointed out bluntly. “But I understand you don’t wanna talk about it so I’ll leave it alone.”

“Thank you.” A comfortable silence settled between you as you prepared for your first match until he finally spoke.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you upset.” Okay, maybe the silence was only comfortable for you.

“I’m not upset, I promise.” You smiled as you spoke, hoping it carried over in your voice. “I can’t be mad at you even if I wanted to be.”

“Is that so?” He sounded like he believed you. You could imagine the smile he was wearing right now and your heart fluttered.

“Mhm. I’ve tried.” You hummed as the game started. He got the jump on the ball and the battle began. It didn’t take long for your opponents to snag the ball and Felix went after them.

“You’ve tried to be mad at me?”

“Well it’s not fair how perfect you are.” You shrugged, assisting him as he made a play that sent the ball well over halfway down the field. You watched as he scored the first goal and grinned.

“I’m not perfect.” He chuckled softly, quietly cheering over his victory a moment later. The sound sent a delicious chill down your spine as your mind raced with inappropriate thoughts. “Now go steal the ball, princess.”

You wanted to protest but the name surprised you and you simply complied, racing towards the center of the field. Your opponents got the jump but after a few seconds of chasing, Felix came to your rescue and you ran the ball to the goal, scoring a second time. The game was halfway over by then. “Atta girl!”

You bit your lip at the praise, trying to suppress a smile. It was ridiculous how he was getting under your skin. By the end of the game, you were a mess. You had a massive crush and it was times like these that made it painfully obvious to anyone with two brain cells to rub together that you were really into Felix.

You were back on the home page when you decided to bug him a little. “So…’princess’ huh?”

“You seem like the princess type.” He hummed in response, not backing down like you’d anticipated. “I noticed you didn’t argue back when I said it, did you like it that much?” He teased, his tone dripping with playfulness. Now was your chance.

“Maybe I did.” You tried your hardest to sound nonchalant but you weren’t sure it was very effective.

“Just maybe? I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”

“I guess so.” You slumped in your seat as you listened to his breathing on the other end of the call.

“Can I be honest with you?” You felt anxiety settle in your belly at the thought of him telling you he was only messing around but assured him he could confide in you, not expecting what he said next. “I haven’t explicitly said it, I’ve only made cheeky comments here and there but…I really like you and I’ve been trying to keep this PG for months but I want you and I feel like I’m gonna fall to pieces if I don’t make a move.”

Your stomach and heart flipped simultaneously at his confession as your breath hitched. The silence was long and awkward but finally you found your voice. “You’re not teasing me are you?”

“One hundred percent God's honest truth. I can’t seem to get you out of my mind and right now I’m thinking of some less-than-innocent things.” You weren’t sure how it was possible for his voice to sound any deeper, but it did and it went straight to your pussy.

“Lixie…” You heard his breath hitch at the name and your imagination began to run wild. He’d look so pretty with his head thrown back, right on the edge from just your hands... “I don’t think it’s any secret that I feel the same way, that I’m thinking about the same things, but…how are we supposed to navigate this?”

“I’ll come visit you or get you here somehow. I’ll figure it out, sweetheart, because I feel like I’ll go insane if I don't have you in my arms. But why don’t we just enjoy each other for now?” His voice was warm and inviting and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no to him. You didn’t want to.

“Yeah okay…” You bit your lip and shifted in your seat, stifling a sigh when the seam of your jeans pulled taught across your already-aching cunt. “Can we? I want you too…”

“I’d be an idiot to turn you down.” You could hear his smile in his voice before his tone changed to one of more concern. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, please tell me, okay?”

“I will, Lix.” You assured him and heard him shift in his seat.

“I like when you use nicknames instead of my full name.” He sighed. “Is it okay if I do the same?” You hummed an affirmation and he continued. “Tell me what you’re wearing, baby.”

“I’m in jeans and that purple crop top you like so much.”

“Can you send me a picture?” He would’ve asked you to turn your camera on for a video chat but he wanted to be able to look back at this for a while. You didn’t hesitate to grab your phone and take a picture on Snapchat, posing so your face wasn’t in the frame and your fingers loosely curled around the spaghetti strap of your crop top. You giggled softly as he cursed softly and saved the photo in the chat before speaking again. “So pretty…anything underneath?”

“Just a lacy black thong, no bra.” You offered up quietly and listened as he took a sharp inhale, placing your phone back on the desk.

“You’ll have to show me sometime, baby. That sounds hot as fuck.” He groaned softly and you shuddered, shifting in your seat again so your jeans hit just the right spot. “Why don’t you pull your top up and give your tits a little squeeze for me, hmm?”

You did as he asked, sliding your hands up your torso and under your shirt. You lifted it, bunching it below your chin, and let out a hum of contentment as you cupped your breasts and gently squeezed them. You then wet your middle fingers and teased your nipples, gasping at the sensation. “How’s it feel, princess?”

“Feels good, Lixie.” You sighed, letting your head rest against the back of the chair. “Wish it was you though. It’d be so much better if it was your mouth on my skin instead of my hands…”

“It would…” He agreed. “I’ll make it happen one way or another, baby girl, don’t worry.” You whined softly at the name and he chuckled. “You like that name?” You nodded but remembered he couldn’t see you so you offered a pathetic ‘mhm’ and he laughed again, deep and rich, drawing another sound from you. “Do you wanna take off those jeans, baby girl?”

You didn’t bother to respond, immediately standing up and taking your pants off. You opened Snapchat again and set the camera to record, making sure your face was out of frame as you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your thong. You swiveled your hips teasingly, pretending to take your panties off before turning around. You showed off your ass, jiggling your cheeks with your hands, and then pulled your top off before cutting off the camera.

“Baby? You still with me?”

“I am. I’m with you, Lixie.” He groaned at the name as you quickly cut the end of the video so it didn’t catch you turning around and hit send as you sat back down. You didn’t say anything else as you waited for him to open your message. You heard his phone buzz on his desk and bit your lip as you listened, watching the message change from ‘sent’ to ‘opened’.

He inhaled sharply through his nose then cursed under his breath. “Jesus, y/n, you’re killing me. Can I save this?”

“You can.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you got the notification and giggled softly. You didn’t expect him to send anything back but you were pleasantly surprised when he sent a photo of his tented gray sweats, captioned ‘this is your fault, princess’. After a beat of silence, during which you admired his bulge and his hand resting on his thigh, you spoke again. “Can I save this?”

“You can.” You immediately hit save and leaned back in your chair, placing your phone back on your desk. “I want you to run your hands down your body and tease your thighs, baby girl. Tell me how it feels, what exactly you’re doing.”

You wasted no time in running your hands down your torso before allowing your fingertips to graze along the insides of your thighs. You gasped at the sensation and lightly dragged your nails over the skin there. “Feels good…’m just barely touching my thighs, lightly scratching myself and imagining it’s your hands instead.”

You were starting to sound worked up and by this point, he was so hard it hurt. “Tell me more. Do you wanna touch yourself?”

“I do…can I?”

“You don’t need my permission, baby. Go ahead and touch yourself. Tell me all about it.”

“Are you?” You asked quietly as you slipped a hand into your panties. “Can you tell me what you’re doing too?”

“I am.” He confirmed, taking a stilted breath. “I’m just touching myself through my sweatpants right now, listening to your pretty sounds. I’m so fucking hard right now…”

His soft groan made you impossibly wetter and you whimpered as you finally ghosted your middle finger over your clit. “Good…I can’t be the only one this turned on.”

“And just how turned on are you?” His voice was a low rumble in your ears and you clenched around nothing as your free hand adjusted your headset.

“I’m fucking dripping, Lixie.” You whined, a small pout forming on your lips as you dipped a finger into your wetness. You dragged your arousal up to your clit and sighed at the sensation. “God I wish you were here right now, I just know your hands would feel so good…”

“Mm what about my mouth? I could eat you out forever if you’d let me.” You whimpered at the thought and stood abruptly, shoving your panties down your legs and dropping them with your jeans. You settled back in and draped your legs over the armrests of your gaming chair, immediately slipping your hand back between your legs. “Hey baby?” You hummed in response as your fingers circled your clit before teasing at your entrance. “Can you moan my name? I’m dying to hear it.”

You let your eyes slip shut and slid two fingers in your dripping cunt, a small moan tumbling from your lips as your palm ground against your clit while you stretched yourself open. You allowed yourself to imagine him knelt between your legs, fingers plunged deep inside you, and called out his name as you clenched at the thought. “Fuck, Felix, please…” Just as you moaned for him, your phone buzzed. You grabbed it and opened the Snapchat video he sent you, biting your lip when you saw the tip of his cock peeking out from his waistband, already drooling on his belly as his thumb brushed back and forth across his sweats. “Oh- can I save it?”

“Of course, princess.” You quickly saved it and bit your lip as you contemplated what you were about to ask. Before you could speak though, he beat you to it. “Baby…can we turn our cameras on? We don’t have to but I’d certainly like to see you.”

“I was about to ask the same thing…” As soon as the words left your lips, he switched his camera on and you were met with the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen. He was reclined in his gaming chair, shirtless and with his dick out. You wanted to reach through the screen the second you saw him. He settled back and waited for you to turn your camera on, wrapping his hand around his thick shaft as you tried to force your eyes away long enough to complete the task at hand. “You’re so fucking pretty, Lixie…” You whispered as you turned your camera on.

You saw his cock twitch in his hand and you weren’t sure if it was because of what you said or because of the way you presented yourself to him. Your LED lights paired with a lamp in the corner made you glow and your pussy glistened in the purple lighting. “Holy shit, baby girl…” His voice was strained as gave his cock a single tug before releasing it. “God I want a taste…can you tell me how you taste, princess?”

You eagerly stuffed your messy fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean with a moan, your free hand kneading your breasts. “So fucking sweet. It’s so good, Lix.” You watched as he began to slowly work his dick, resting his head back against his chair and peeking out at you.

“I’m gonna get you out here so I can taste you for myself, I swear.” He let out a moan in a pitch you weren’t expecting as he jerked off and your pussy clenched. “Bury my head between your legs for hours and make you shake…”

“Please do.” You slid your fingers back inside yourself and curled them, searching for your g-spot. You gasped when you found it and called his name as if it was him touching you. You heard his breathing grow ragged as he watched you, both of you barreling towards the edge as you fingered yourself.

The image of him fucking his hand would forever be burned into your mind and you couldn’t even pretend to be mad about it. He was turned on by you. You were the reason he was touching himself. You were the reason he called out to you and warned you of his impending orgasm. “Gonna fuckin’ cum, princess-”

“Do it. Show me how gorgeous you look when you let go, Lixie.” You begged, eyes locked on the image of his angry red cock on your screen. Your words sent him spiraling and you watched as his cum landed all over his belly and hand, more desperate moans falling from his lips.

A lazy smile spread across his face as his moan turned into a chuckle. “Your turn, sweetheart.” He teased, obliging you when you asked him to taste himself. “It’s good but I’m willing to bet it’d be a thousand percent better mixed with yours. Maybe I’ll cum inside and eat it out of your pretty pussy.” You made a pathetic sound and he smirked. “You like that idea?” You nodded and gasped when you gently pinched your nipple.

“Fucking love it…” You nodded, your free hand moving to your throat. “I’m so fucking close, oh my god-” You keened, carefully restricting blood flow as you choked yourself.

“Yeah? My dirty girl gonna cum for me?” The name was the last straw and you cried out an affirmation as your legs clamped shut around your hand, liquid bliss filling your veins as you came undone. “Look how pretty you are when you cum…I can’t wait to get you like this by my own hands, princess.”

He coached you through your orgasm and listened as you repeated his name over and over, trying his damndest not to get hard again. After a couple minutes, your breathing began to even out and he sat up properly in his chair, grabbing a couple tissues to clean up with. “You did such a good job, pretty girl.” He cooed and you smiled softly. “Why don’t you clean yourself up and if you’re feeling up to it we can play another round or watch something together? Or if you’d rather go to sleep we can hang up and-”

“I do wanna sleep but if you hang up on Discord it better be to call me back on Snapchat and talk with me until I nod off.” You teased as you righted yourself in your chair. “Your voice is so warm and comforting. It’s nice to fall asleep to…” You added and he smiled softly at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Okay, I’ll call you there. Go get cleaned up and let me know when you’re ready.” You nodded and muttered a soft ‘goodbye’ before he ended the call.

✨lixie✨ is offline

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[seeinginthedark]

The other side is getting really good at infiltrating us. It’s heart -breaking when they target the kind people . I take those ones personally . It’s especially hard when they take over people who are close to us . I thought I had connected with three team mates the other week . But ones been brainwashed , ones too traumatised from what they’ve put her through and the third one not only did he turn

And join the other side , but he tried to do a psychic attack on me. And tried to brainwash me. I think he was maybe meant to lead us in some battles. That was maybe his pathway mission .But they succeeded in infiltrating him. He has a following on Facebook. What he told me technically would put someone into a psychosis . But luckily I was already kind of in one so I quickly caught onto what he was trying to do . which was neutralise me. Like how he neutralised the other members of the team. Telling me the good guys won and he took care of everything.on his own .and That’s the wars over I can relax now. I’m like what do u mean it’s over it’s just getting started .

The enemy when it wants to infiltrate us, tend to go after the smart ones, the driven ones , successful ones and the ones who have influence . So that their agenda is successfully implemented and spread out in groups . Lots of different agendas . Designed to create division amongst us. They are like corrupt guards of a prison and we are the inmates. They especially like to get the ones Who are from an indigenous bloodline. That’s a real win for them when that happens . Sometimes I’m grateful that I don’t have an audience that watches my content. I’m Too small time for them to really want to target me . Sometimes I think they mess with the algorithm so that the videos I’m making aren’t getting circulated or show up in searches. Because I notice that when they do get watched, people comment on them. Good feedback and not so good feedback. And I’m good with that because I didn’t start making any decent videos until 2022. All through 2021 I was just on there ranting and video journalling and learning how to edit videos on the kinemaster app and add special effects . So I’m glad I didn’t have a following. Because the videos were just a hot mess. I’m not wanting a big following. The content I’m making maybe isn’t for the gen pop. Just a few.

I noticed today that I still need to clear out the old social programming that I still have floating around .

I’m 38 today and I see that 40 is approaching and I thought to myself “you better have a job by then, by 40 you should have mastered this game.” I was genuinely shocked that I even thought that to myself . As if my self worth in this life is dependent on if i have a career or not . I thought I was past this and that the social programming doesn’t work on me . But I still have some old beliefs I need to shake off . I really liked my old job that I had and I want to go back there .So why am I thinking that I need to “make it “ by the age of 40? Where did this thought come from. If I don’t figure it out I won’t be able to enter into 5th dimension again till it’s sorted out . When you’re in the 5th dimension, the third dimensional social programming doesn’t affect you anymore .

I like to make the videos now as a kind fuck you to enemy because I know they watch them . And I like reminding them that I’m still here, I’m not going away , no matter how hard they try they can never neutralise me. and I can’t be gaslighted by their tactics or put under any illusion or false destiny pathway. I see through it . I’ll keep pushing on , doing what I need to do in this spiritual war that we are in. I’m defiant all the way. But they need to leave my friends and team mates alone because otherwise I’ll get very angry . And I’ll show them no mercy .

[rainninpain]

My boyfriend of four years cheated on me and thr only reason I ever found out was because he paid this female for sex it was a regular thing between them for several years before he met me. Ive been struggling for awhile with my mental health and was actually in the hospital when he fucked this bitch. He didn't pay her all of what he owed so she messaged me to tell me what they did and to tell me her youngest kid was his.

Before the revelation of cheating came about I handed him my phone one night so he could look something up, I was grooming my dog. He not only looked up what we needed he went to my texts messages and looked for messages between another ex bf and a former fiance. There were inappropriate messages from them talking about sex but there was never any acting on it as opposed to be actually physically got with this chick.

Anyhow for months and months he tried to find more and more ways to make me that bad guy when he crossed the physical line. I never denied those texts were inappropriate in a relationship, but he found ways to continuously find ways to read my emails and messages. First i locked the phone, than my tablet, than my car from when my phone was on blue tooth and than finally my smart watch.

I had been sexually assaulted and he didnt seem to care he pressured me more and more about how we werent habing sex and he needed intimacy and blah blah. He brought this shit up over and over for two years. I asked him repeatedly to table the conversation about our sex life and intimacy but he wouldnt.

Two weeks ago I called him out on the fact that he rarely listened to me when talking to him about anything. He didn't say anything. I asked him how often he was talking to the chick he fucked he said rarely. I already knew that was a lie but wanted him to be honest and he wasn't. Than i saw she was coming to town to visit whatever family she has here and i asked him and he lied again. He than got pissed off at me for telling him she couldnt come in our home nor was i going to allow him to take our vehicle to go see her and/or give her a ride. He laughed and called me dumb.

I asked what normal woman would be ok with their partner talking too and hanging out with the woman they cheated with?! He said probably none.

A week goes buy and I am no longer able to fight with him.about this but asked why he can't just be honest. The next night he sends me a text message, couldnt even tell me in person that he isnt in love with me and hasnt been and all this other fucked up shit. We just bought a $500,000 home and hes planning to move out and take the only car we have and leave me fucked. Tonight he tells me his pos alcoholic former bestfriend got his army disability money and he will be leaving even sooner cus the friend owes him $10,000. I asked if he told Josh we aren't together and he says yeah and wtf does it matter since Josh and I dont even speak anymore. I had to deal with Josh's shit for almost 2 years because of my bf. Josh is an alcoholic and caused so many issues.

This is not the first time Justin hurt me i nearly died in 2017 because of him and a friend bullying me. I NEVER should have trusted him again but I have bpd and didn't want to be alone and he promised he would never hurt me again and yet thats all he has done. My dad died 4 May 2021 and my mom 19 April 2022. So i have had nothing but fucked up shit for awhile now. Which is why my mind goes to the darkest and impulsive places. I hate life more and more everyday. My mom was my bestfriend and we were there for eachother and never abandoned. Now not only she is gone but my dad to and I am alone in this world because I trusted someone I shouldn't have. A pos like him. I should have known better....here i am alone in an expensive house with tons of pets a place I thought i would be happy because we bought it and got this specifically for my mom becauae it is handicap accessible but she died two months after moving in.

I truly no longer care about anyone and anything. The more I allow myself to feel things the more pain I end up in. I just want it all to stop. SI is on my mind constantly. The method I'd use so it would guarantee no coming back. The other times I called my doctor and she called 911.

I'm a fucking idiot and an absolute failure at everything. I can't even work because my mental health. I quit working after my first suicide attempt on 7 February 2016. That attempt was the worst of all and I wasn't expected to make it. Why I did I have no clue. I guess I was a puece of shit person in another life and this is KARMA or maybe its just karma for all the shit ive done my entire life.

I always want to help people and everything I ever did that was good never happened in other peoples eyes. I am the villain. I sacrificed half my life to take care of my addict sisters kids and yet my plder sister who actually did the fucked up shit before and after the kids mom died gets all the credit for everything I did. Thats an entire other situation but it all culminates to now and what I am dealing with. I don't know or understand why everyone hates me, why they abandon me, why the hurt me, what is wrong with me?!? I don't belong on this Earth. All I have is constant unbearable pain from loss, grief, depression, anxiety, sadness, trauma, ptsd, bpd, bipolar. What is the point in continuing to live this miserable life?! No one misses me. No one even talked to me at my mothers funeral.not even the other siblings!

[fuck-customers]

fuck coworkers - submitted at 2:26 am, the 23rd of October, 2022

i’ve been at my cafe for a year and a half now. in may i went on vacation for five days and the store practically fell apart without me, and they realized they needed to hire someone for more than the two days a week i don’t work. the new guy is a shit person, and lo and behold, a transphobe. i am trans, mind you, as is he. he just thinks some awful things about trans people, who unless they are trans like he is, they aren’t trans in his eyes.

so. 8 am this past tuesday, i walked in for my seven hour shift to find he was already there. he started making snide commentary about me, and god above have i tried being kind to him. i try so damn hard to be kind to him. we have the same favorite band so i tried talking about that with him. i was doing two-three jobs at once while he stood around and whined about how he wanted to go on break, or played on his phone, but i tried being nice. then he started his transphobic crap. to me. who he knows is trans. about trans people like me. who are ‘wrong’ in his mind. because i am not a binary trans person. i walked away and he followed me asking for a ‘civil’ conversation and wouldn’t leave me alone when i asked him to. a manager eventually had to step in and tell him to stop.

i eventually was sent on break myself, and i took that time to relax and not think- because damn i needed to not. when i clocked back in, i went back to drive thru to take orders- only for one of my coworkers to pull me aside and tell me that he was telling everyone i was mad at him for no reason and was incredibly rude to him. she had witnessed the fight and knew how close i was to having a meltdown so she told me she was taking his headset, the angel that she is, and i went back to work.

the end of his shift came and he told me, to my face, that i need therapy because i am a ‘very unhappy’ and ‘anxious’ person. he doesn’t know me. he doesn’t know how much i have struggled with depression and anxiety, he doesn’t know me. he doesn’t know that the me he sees at work is grumpy because of him, he doesn’t see that when i’m not around him i’m happy and jovial and whatever- he just sees me angry and tired of his shit. when i brought this all up with my best friend i was told i am anxious, yes, but i’m better than i was a year ago, after eight months on an anti anxiety medication.

fuck him, and fuck his stupid opinions. could he have just decided to not? at least at work? when i’m working? i know he doesn’t do jack shit but like. other people are working and don’t have time to listen to whiny little boys complain about how wrong nonbinary people are.

[lovelynim]

All I Want for Christmas Is...

Squealing Santa 2022 Moriarty The Patriot - Sherlock x William

A/N: Merry Christmas @italeean​!! I’m your @squealing-santa​​ this year, hehe, are you surprised? As much as I want you to have an amazing holiday, I hope you enjoy this fic and that it ended up like you wanted~ 

Also, I’d like to thank @hypahticklish​ for being an amazing host and for all the hard work! Wish you a Merry Christmas as well!

Summary: While decorating the house for Christmas, Sherlock notices something is off and helps William cheer up ~

Word Count: 1694 words

Sherlock pressed his eyes close before slowly opening them, blinking a few times as he tried to adjust his sight to the dim brightness of the room. The detective shifted his position on the couch, moving his body under the blanket as he tried to get a glimpse of what surrounded him.

He had spent another night in William’s place. After managing to find him and make contact with the professor once again, visiting him was almost a habit of his by now. However, due the distance between the two of them, he would end up having to stay overnight before going back to England and, as an excuse to stay at the professor’s place, he would always claim to forget booking a room in a local hotel or inn.

This time, in particular, he was staying way longer than just a few days. All under the saying that “no one should spend Christmas alone” and making sure the blonde would understand that also applied to him.

As he sat down on the couch, Sherlock scratched the back of his head, trying to understand the scene around William's living room. Boxes and bags all over the place, some opened and empty, some still closed. He moved his head from one side to the other, scanning the place and, then, he spotted it: a tall and fairly large Christmas tree standing next to one of the corners of the room.

Were all these boxes and the tree enough to make him question what was going on, Sherlock stopped the professor, sitting next to the tree while he slowly hung small decorations on the lower branches, humming a song as his fingers carefully did the work.

“Liam?” Sherlock muttered shocked, doubting the reality before his eyes. Regardless of his surprise, the detective couldn’t help but smile as the blonde looked at him for a moment, staring at him for a few seconds before looking back at the tree again.

“I see you are already awake, my friend,” William commented, trying to feign ignorance and acting like Sherlock wasn’t glaring at the scene as an excited puppy.

“And I thought you didn’t like Christmas,” the other continued, not paying attention to the attempt of changing the topic and starting to inspect the work he had already done on some other branches, gently moving his hand between the decorations. William, on the other side, tried to keep his reactions low, but a proud smile managed to slip through his control, already feeling praised by Sherlock’s awe.

Taking a moment before looking up, William waited for Sherlock to finish the inspections before speaking. “I never said I didn’t like Christmas, I just told you I wasn’t going to do anything just for myself,” the professor lowered his eye, looking at the snowman decoration he had between his fingers, carefully pulling the string to hang it on the tree, “but since you don’t seem to be leaving anytime soon, I thought it would be a good idea to prepare something.”

“Hah, well, I’m impressed, Liam,” Sherlock chuckled, “maybe surprised would be a better definition. When did you have time to prepare all that?”

“Oh, don’t you waste your flattering words on me, it’s not like it’s ready. In fact, I started setting it up not long ago. I had to be careful to not be noisy and end up waking you up,” he added, picking another decoration up and, then, choosing a branch to place it.

That sentence made a pinch of embarrassment spark inside Sherlock for some reason, but the detective quickly shrugged it off, deciding to join his friend. The detective walked away for a second and reached for one of the closed boxes, opening it with ease before bringing it back with him, closer to the tree. “Let me help you, then,” Sherlock muttered, picking up one of the decorations.

As if expecting this kind of behavior from the other, the blonde simply smiled and remained quiet. ‘Predictable’, he thought to himself, now getting on his knees instead of sitting down on the floor, so he could reach some higher places.

The two men continued to work in a comfortable silence. Other than a few words such as “can you toss that to me?” or “can you hold this for me?”. the two of them didn’t say much to each other while that simple tree slowly became a Christmas one.

As they were closer to finishing the decorations, Sherlock decided to try to break the ice again and start another conversation with William. “Is it the first time you decorate a tree like this?”

“Of course not,” the blonde muttered, looking at the detective with the corner of his eyes. “When I was a kid, my brothers and I used to do this every year. Decorate the tree, the house… even write letters and leave cookies for Santa. Albert insisted that we should keep decorating our place each year, so I suppose they might have done it this year too.”

“It must’ve been adorable,” Sherlock muttered, with an amused smile on his face.

“I beg your pardon?” William said back, a hint of a mischievous intention in his voice, as if he wanted to make the other aware that he was loud enough for him to hear his words.

“You, Liam,” but, much to the professor’s surprise, his words didn’t make the detective take his statement back or flustered him in any way. In fact, it only made him shamelessly complete the sentence, “you, as a kid, must have been adorable.”

William looked away after the compliment, avoiding eye contact with the other man as he finished hanging the last decoration. The action didn’t pass unnoticed to Sherlock, who raised his eyebrows in surprise.

With the last piece in place, William took a few steps back to admire the tree, from the bottom to the top.

“There is one thing left to do,” Sherlock said, breaking the silence and already standing next to William, with a golden star in his hands, waiting for the professor to pick it up. And so he did.

After approaching the tree and getting on the tip of his toes, he carefully moved his arms up, using both hands to slowly place the star on top of the tree. Such a simple act, yet, so many memories came back to his head at that moment. The sight of him and his brothers playing together, opening up the gifts… for a moment, a sad smile took place in William’s face. And that slight and small act didn’t go unnoticed. Thanks to Sherlock, the peace and nostalgic feeling of that moment didn’t last long.

Before William could process, a pair of hands climbed up from his sides to his ribs, making the blonde shoot his arms down in reflex to the feeling.

“Come on, you should be happy, we did it! Why aren’t you smiling, Liam? ~” Sherlock spoke, louder than he probably should, before bringing William down to the floor with him as his fingers tweaked and poked his ribs.

“Shehe-Sherlohock!! WhahAHat- nohOho, lehehet go!” William protested, trying to somehow get a hold on the detective’s wrists, jumping and squirming on top of the other’s lap like a live fish out of the water. What an embarrassing sight, he thought while giggles kept coming out of his mouth.

But the detective gladly ignored the request, trying to press his fingers a little to move in between each bone, moving one leg over Willian’s to keep the other in place as he continued to tickle him. “Oh please, isn’t this better than keeping frowning all the time?”

Sherlock had to be careful to not get hit as William threw his head back in laughter, but smiled fondly when he noticed how the professor was slowly stopping to resist, letting a more carefree laugh while one of the detective’s hands traveled down to tickle his side again.

“I wahAHahasn’t f-frohow- ahaha, plehehease!” The blonde cried out, pressing his arms against his torso as much as he could to try to stop Sherlock from moving his fingers further up. He greeted his teeth in an attempt to hold his laughter, turning his face away from the detective. “E-enohOHohough!”

“I’m not sure… For me, you still look kind of sad, look, you even have watery eyes,” he teased, having to pull William back into his lap as the other was almost managing to squirm away. Once he was back into his reach, the detective brought both his hands back to the blonde’s stomach, resuming to tickle him.

“I’m n-not sahaAHad!” William protested, but all he could hear was a little chuckle coming from behind and not a single sign that the tickling was about to stop.

Sherlock’s fingers eventually managed to find their way inside William’s shirt, gently dragging his nails over the skin of his lower stomach and, consequently, melting the other into a puddle of renewed laughter.

As the minutes passed by, a reddish tone took over the professor’s face, lacking strength to keep squirming and fighting back. Also aware of these details, Sherlock did his part and eased the tickling, leaving the other lightly giggling on his lap.

“I’m not sure… if this is the right thing to say”, Sherlock broke the “silence”, tilting his head to look at William and moving his hands away, “but I’m glad to be able to spend this time with you, I mean… by ourselves.”

“Despite your peculiarities,” William chuckled at his ironic comment, sitting down and taking a deep breath before continuing, “I’m thankful for having you here. But it’s still a shame that I didn’t have time to look for a proper gift,” he muttered, looking at the detective and smiling.

The last part earned another laugh from Sherlock, who shook his head and approached him, pulling him into a hug, “Oh, please, that’s easy. All I want for Christmas is… you, Liam”, he finished, with a cheeky smile.

“Where did that even come from?” The blonde giggled, slowly wrapping his arms around the other.

“From a song I heard somewhere… Merry Christmas, Liam.”

“Merry Christmas, Sherlock.”

[heytheredeann]

Whumpcember 2022, Day 6 - Separated

Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Hurt Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Protective Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, mentions of Ciri

Notes: This is a vague post s2 setting where Yennefer still doesn't have magic and they got separated from Ciri. Enjoy!

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(Ao3 version)

“You can’t keep this up.”

Geralt sighs, winces when she wraps the bandage as tightly as she can, braces himself for another argument. He’s so tired, and he wishes she would just leave it alone. Arguing about it makes it only more difficult to keep going, and they must keep going.

“What, do you think she would thank you if you found her and then died at her feet?” Yennefer insists, eyes sparkling with anger. Her voice shakes, he isn’t sure if from anger or worry. His money is on the former: she was never too patient when it comes to his recklessness, nor does she appreciate it when she has to repeat herself. She has, after all, already made it very clear what she thinks of his insistence to keep going instead of looking for someone to heal him.

“I won’t,” he says, evenly. “I’ll be fine.”

He may not be certain, but the wound should heal. Pain is nothing he can’t withstand, an eventual infection nothing he can’t push through, the bits of poison travelling through his blood nothing his body can’t deal with. It makes no sense, to delay their search only for him to be more comfortable during their journey. Not when Ciri is so far away and they are being so slow at playing catch-up.

“Not if you keep going like this, you won’t,” she hisses.

Her tone tells him that he shouldn’t be antagonizing her, and it’s only half-heartedly that he tries to argue, though he does believe he is doing the right thing. “Ciri—”

“And what of me, Geralt?” she cuts him off, somehow even angrier than before. “Why do I have to watch you die of your own stupidity? Do you care at all about what that will do to me?”

He doesn’t have a good answer to that. In fact, pretty much all that he can think about is the way his stomach took a hopeful leap, in spite of everything, because they certainly haven’t been acting as lovers, these days. Because he’s pretty sure she never forgave him his wish, and he never quite worked on fully trusting her again after she betrayed them.

Although, truth be told, he trusted her enough to have her train Ciri, to have her at his side in his search for her, even if without her magic she isn’t as much help as she would have once been. He kind of assumed that her frustration at that was what was actually moving her protests, rather than love for him.

It’s heart-warming, in a way, to hear her imply that she’d be distraught over his death.

Unfortunately, Ciri is still out there, and they need to find her.

He sighs, reaching out to hold her hand. She lets him, lips pressed together and eyes running from his gaze. “Yen,” he says, gently. “I’ll be fine. I promise. You don’t need to worry.”

She scoffs, shaking her head and still not looking at him. Her eyes seem a little wet, but he has no intention to point that out. “I won’t shed a tear for you, you stubborn idiot,” she says, her voice only a little shaky. She’s still holding his hand.

He smiles, yet tasting nostalgia in the back of his throat. “Come on,” he says, giving her an encouraging tug before pushing himself up, deeming that they have rested enough. “Let’s go find our Ciri.”

[lethalchiralium]

Angels Know I Tried | Jacob Seed x F!Reader

a/n: this one isn’t nice and fluffy :(

warnings: DEATH, blood, injuries, CPR, mentions of childbirth, angst, children

summary: come back. please, he couldn’t do this. he can’t do this.

The wails of his child were like a siren song, meant to lore men away. But his son couldn’t make him leave you.

Was it one minute, five or twelve? He didn’t know, he couldn’t stop pumping your chest. Blood drenched his arms, chest, face; he couldn’t stop. A son needed his mother, he thought. He couldn’t do this without you, he thought. The Collapse had already probably taken his brothers, he only had you.

“Please.” He barked, stopping to put air into your lungs and wait for you to breathe, but you never did.

Jacob, stop.

“No!” He yelled, his hands pushing harder and he could hear your ribs break again. Again, and again, he tried.

His son cried, lying in the small bassinet Jacob had made a few months ago, when you told him you thought he would be a boy. You were right. You were always right.

Stop.

His fist slammed onto the cot, his head fell onto your collarbone; loud sobs overpowered his son’s wails. His bloodied hands curved under your chest, bringing you closer to him. His throat was burning, his face pushed into your neck, praying for you to come back.

Our baby, is he okay?

You have to make sure he’s okay.

“No, no, no.” Jacob choked out, your blood staining his skin. “Please-“

The cries has silenced moments ago and Jacob pushed himself up, off of you even though he didn’t want to. He moved to the bassinet, peering into it to see the child moving, but not crying.

“Fuck!” Jacob barked and grabbed the towel on the floor, wiping his hands off to pick him up. Placing him on his shoulder, firmly patting the creature’s back, trying to dislodge whatever was choking him. After only a few seconds, the child screeched, his wails pierced Jacob’s ears. Both of his hands clutched him, holding him closer.

If Jacob could end this suffering, he would. Eat a bullet and join you, wherever you had gone. He wished to taste your lips again, to dance to the old records he had stashed in his bunker. To relive the first time he laid in your lap, whispering to his son while you read a book, or the last time he carried you. Only a few hours ago, he laid you upon this cot with the pride of a new father and excited husband.

But here you lay, not a breath dancing in your sweet lips, nor a steady heartbeat in your neck. And the gift you were so excited to meet sat in his cold arms, his almost roasting body such a stark feeling from his heart.

He was meant to make Jacob’s heart feel more full, warm, excited; all he felt now was fear.

Why did you go? Why did you leave him here? Why did you leave me here alone?

I can’t do this. I can’t do it without you.

“Please,” He whispered to his child, not daring to open his eyes. “I’m so sorry, little one. I’m so sorry.”

Jacob would have to deal with you tomorrow. Life waits for no one anymore, not him, not his son, and not for you.

The father settled himself on the couch, laying his son upon his chest and placing a hand over his mouth, trying to calm himself.

“Everything will be okay.” He whispered, his other hand settled on the back of his little baby. He looked down at his son, watching as he took in his little breaths, exhaling just as quick. “Won’t it, Gio?”

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Copyright © 2022 lethalchiralium. All rights reserved.

[mjulianwrites]

credit to @yvesdot for this template!

happy almost new year! 2022 was the first year in a very long time that i consistently wrote every month, so i'm excited to look back on it! my writing this year was dominated by my latest wip, next day after dawn, including both canonverse content and a lot of stupid au bullshit <3

details under the cut!

january

in january i was still very much in dearer than a friend mode after finishing the first draft in november, but with no progress to make on the book itself i ended up writing some speculative post-canon (and very non-canon) nonsense involving preston getting into a terrible terrible relationship with another man. this one was a collab with @inkgel for which we definitely wrote a sane and normal amount of content

It’s not that he intended for this to happen. But the truth has been bubbling up for so long now, and eroding him a little more each time it does, wearing away at whatever remains of his willpower, his sense of himself, his belief that he has anything left to lose. And he’s already damned. He knows that deep down. He could repent, he supposes. Maybe God would forgive him. But Val won’t. He doesn’t really see the point. And it’s because of that too. Because he’s alone now, in a way he never has been, never could have been for the past eleven years of his life, because he always had someone who was supposed to be his. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to forget it when it feels like a piece of him has been ripped out, leaving a gaping wound that throbs and bleeds and refuses even to begin to heal. So he has to find someone to fill it, even if they don’t fit quite right.

february

in february i was mostly focused on my classes, but that did involve reading paradise lost and briefly getting very fixated on eve. i wrote less than two pages of this, but i was having fun with some dialogue between eve and satan. it was interesting to try to figure out what the pov of someone so ignorant of the world might look like

“Are you an angel?” I ask. That creature that he is talking to as I am talking to you. I do not really know what an angel is. He would not let me listen with him so it could be explained to me. But I know that an angel is something greater than me, and you are greater than me, but you are not Him, so I think maybe that is right. “I was an angel,” you say. “Was?” “I don’t know if I can explain it to you.” I feel something when you say that, something that I have no name for, but I know it is something that is bad to feel. Frustration, I think. I am good at naming things. I am as good as him. Sometimes I wish that He had left some of the animals for me to name too, but that is something that is bad to wish.

march

in march i decided i needed to get out of endlessly spinning dtaf mode. i also read gtn and remembered how much i love ensemble casts. and lo and behold, next day after dawn was born. this was one of the very first scenes i wrote, between mona and her mother austra when mona is (spoilers) experiencing life threatening illness moments. their mother/daughter dynamic is everything to me

“Don’t lie,” she said, and tried not to think about the fact that she sounded more than a little like she was begging. “Don’t—Selene can’t lie for shit, and she told me everything was fine, but she probably just wanted to avoid a difficult conversation, probably thought it was for the best, because she’s an idiot, but if you lie—” The room felt suffocating, stuffy and overly hot. She was suddenly viscerally aware of the sticky dampness of sweat beneath her shirt, and that, somehow, was more overwhelming than the pain that spiderwebbed from her pounding head all the way down her back. Her mother was silent, her face still very nearly impassive, but there was something in the slight furrowing of her brows that Mona thought looked terribly sad. “Don’t you dare,” Mona said furiously. Her eyes were burning. She blinked hard to clear the definitely-not-tears forming there. “Don’t you dare act like I’m going to die.”

april

more ndad snippets! this was from the first full scene i finished, which ended up being prince cyrus' pov of the first night after the coup. he is so mentally ill

Cyrus thought that was a nice enough idea on paper, given the circumstances. But when it became clear that it involved putting on his least comfortable court clothes and shuffling into a musty, overly crowded hall where three scuffed tables and a dozen mismatched chairs had been pushed together in some imitation of a royal banquet, he very quickly began to have second thoughts. Cassandane tried to motion for him to sit at the head of the table when they came in. He sat just to the right of it instead, as he would have if he really had been at court. If the king had been here. But the fact that he wasn’t didn’t make it feel any more right to take his place. So Cyrus didn’t. No one else did either. The chair sat untouched at the front of the room, a ghost in an empty seat. Not a ghost, Cyrus tried to remind himself. Just not here. He would be back soon. They would all be back soon. He couldn’t handle thinking anything else.

may

ndad strikes again! this is going to be most of this. here we have the first darcy pov i wrote, featuring them being sent to woo princess cassandane for prince cyrus and falling head over heels in love with her themself. (take a shot every time someone in ndad has a line about being or not being their father's son)

“I am not a real princess,” she told them after a long moment. “But I am interested in becoming a queen.” She looked one already, Darcy thought. Her eyes were diamond hard, her jaw and cheekbones carved from marble. She could have knocked her father’s statue to the ground and stood on the pedestal in its place and put it to shame. She could have told them to do anything for her, and it wouldn’t have crossed their mind not to obey. She was all that a queen should be. And Darcy was what they should have been. They were not truly the King’s ambassador, nor the Prince’s surrogate. Their loyalty went only as far as their self-interest. They were not their father’s son. But they were, if nothing else, an excellent liar, which was why they could never fully explain the sudden urge they felt to tell her the truth.

june

in june i wrote a short story for a shakespeare-themed horror anthology! it did not get in, but this was my first shot at horror, so i had a ton of fun anyway. i'll probably post this one on ao3 soon -- it's fun little examination of the inherent freakiness of the ending of all's well that ends with, this time with 100% more black magic

Here’s my confession: I don’t love my wife.  Confession’s probably the wrong word though. Cause it’s not like I can tell anyone. Everyone around here thinks we got our perfect miracle of a storybook ending, so maybe I’m the one who’s wrong for not wanting it. Maybe I deserve this. My happily ever after. I don’t know how they believe it. Well, they believe it because I said it, I said I love Helen, and the lie came out smoother than it should have, given the circumstances, because God knows I’ve had too much practice. Maybe I sounded like I meant it. What I actually said was that I’d love her forever. I never said I was smart.

july

we're back in ndad land, and oh boy, this was a month. july was the first time i've ever beaten nanowrimo, fully unintentionally, simply because @wren-is-writing and i went fucking insane with the au fanfiction. but the piece that started it all was renan's backstory, aka renan's spiral into destroying every part of himself over his love for a terrible little boyboss war criminal (hi king cyrus). this is the first time the two of them meet, when cyrus is still in his rakish misbehaving prince era. brainworms are found in the gay old men

The others are already drinking deep again, eager to accept another newcomer into their circle for the night, but your mouth has gone dry. It’s almost hard to look at him. It’s harder to look anywhere else. He notices you staring. When he catches your eye, it makes your heart jump into your throat. “What?” he asks. “Something in my teeth?” You’re barely breathing. “Your Highness,” you manage, and you can’t read the look that crosses his face. Hebes slaps his hand down on the table so hard it makes your glass rattle, and lets out an incredulous, booming laugh. “Stars above, Renan, is that Prince Cyrus?” The boy next to you winks and flashes another incandescent grin. “Just call me Cy.”

august

and here we come to just a small selection of the insane au fanfiction wren and i engaged in. not ALL of it was about cyrenan, just most of it. here's some darcy and cassandane in the criminally extensive college au. darcy's pining, what else is new

It would happen, though, they told themself. It would happen eventually. Because she loved them, they were sure, even if neither of them had phrased it that way exactly. They’d as good as told each other more times than they could count. They had always worked that way, reading between the lines but knowing they were on the same page. “You’re brilliant, you know,” they murmured, dropping their voice so low they were sure only she could hear it. Just one more way of telling her. They knew she’d understand. “At dancing or in general?” “Both.” “I do know,” Cass replied. Her slow, curving smile made them flush too much to hide.  “I want to do this more often,” they whispered. They risked stroking their thumb lightly across her shoulder, a gesture they hoped was too small to catch. “I want to do this all the time.” Forever wasn’t a word they would pull out in public regardless of how softly they were speaking, but they were sure she got that too.

september

we're back to canonverse ndad, thank god. more backstories! this one chronicles austra's girlbossification, and this moment specifically is right after her daughter mona is born

She’s not going to make it. That’s the first thing the doctors tell you. It’s the first thing the Church proclaims on the matter too. You’re still confined to your hospital room. You can’t witness it pronounced in a chapel or read it in a star chart. You have to hear it from your husband’s mouth instead. His eyes are red. He’s been crying. You haven’t been. You’ll break down when there’s nothing left to fight for, not a moment sooner than that. Your daughter needs surgeries that haven’t been performed in a century. Your daughter has long brown eyelashes that flutter when you kiss her while she sleeps. Your husband tells you that her doom is written in the stars, and he says it like he thinks it’s true.

october

and i actually followed austra's backstory up with castor's, because apparently i spent some of this year being semi productive. castor's terrible little psyche revolves around the fact that his brother (everyone's favourite son) died when he was a teenager and he thinks it's his fault for not being a hardened soldier at 17. here he is trying to be a hardened soldier (it's not going well)

You’re not a natural. You’re not even a hard-won talent. Even when you’re not half sleepwalking, you’re slow, clumsy, unsure. Your sword arm grows sore after barely an hour. The straps of your armour chafe against the skin of your neck and leave it raw. You’ve tried your best, memorized a hundred manoeuvres in sparring sessions, but somehow you still freeze in the field. The first time an enemy makes a swipe for you, you run like a coward. By the fiftieth time, you’ve learned to stand your ground, but you don’t know if your allies feel the difference. At night, every comrade you couldn’t save has your brother’s face. He had scars when he—when you saw him the last time. A barely-there line through his eyebrow, another tiny one on his chin. Your father has the gouged-out pit in his left cheek, the mark that proves he is and isn’t invulnerable. Every time a blade flashes in your face, you wonder if you’ll end up with a matching one. It never happens, probably because you’re too quick to flinch back from the strikes that might get close enough. Your skin remains despicably pristine.

november

wow, a new wip? well maybe. this one is still in very early stages, but i got seized by brainworms consisting of "what if richard and bolingbroke from shakespeare's richard ii were lesbians (and not cousins) and fucking hated each other." also it's the 80s, i think. rielle is our larger than life femme richard who's never met an emotion she couldn't turn into a performance, and the narrator here is jack, butch bolingbroke, who has a lot of daddy issues and hates rielle so fucking much.

Don’t get me wrong. My dad was an asshole. He was a dyed-in-the-wool red-blooded homo-hating bigot and I didn’t shed a tear at his funeral. But he was the kind of asshole where if I called my hair a pixie cut and ditched the Doc Martens for mascara when I came around for dinner, he’d happily keep paying my tuition. He’d even hug me, sometimes. Mostly after Mom died. Both arms around my shoulders, like he meant it. So I had my reasons, basically, for not wanting to publicly tell him to go fuck himself.  And even if I hadn’t, she was the last person I owed an explanation. Easy for her to say she’d cut off her parents in a heartbeat when she didn’t have any, just an inheritance ten times the size I was ever getting and a bunch of framed tabloids with pictures of a Rolls-Royce twisted around a lamp post and a cherub of a girl who knew, even at ten years old, how to cry pretty.

december

this past month i've been juggling grad school apps and finals and prepping for my thesis, so i haven't written a ton, but i went back to fun shakespeare fanfiction collabs with @inkgel for a bit! here's me attempting to write julius caesar pov `for our caesar/antony character study that we did after playing those characters on zoom (and playing them as in love, of course)

He could do the same with Antony. Antony wouldn’t make him ask twice for it—wouldn’t make him ask at all, probably, because he is always so delightfully quick to capitulate, all it would really take is a finger ghosted over those plush and slightly reddened lips. But Caesar doesn’t like him to be carved out of marble. He likes it when Antony stumbles, the laugh bubbling up from his throat loose and lazy, the perfect planes of his cheekbones marred with a ruddy flush. When Antony clings onto him, half for balance, half because he’s surely looking for any excuse to. When he hangs on several moments longer than he needs to, his pupils blown, his hair mussed not-quite-artfully, and kisses him with the heady scent of wine still on his breath. Perhaps sometimes he would deign to think he loved it, but it’s been years since that word has been his to offer. These days, it’s only for lesser men to give.

if you got this far, thank you so much for reading! see you all in 2023!!

[kirayaykimura]

Don’t Wanna Keep Secrets Just To Keep You

For Obiyuki Madness 2022 Final Round - Fake Relationship

The bar & grill closest to the pharmacy Shirayuki worked at also happened to provide some of the best people-watching in town. Or so she’d been told. She never could get the hang of being interested in speculating on random people’s lives, but Obi seemed to like it and, well, she liked Obi. 

The people-watching would probably be excellent that night, too. Though it was only six at night on a Thursday, the place was already half-full. Not so packed that she wanted to suggest another place for dinner, but enough that she had to wait a few minutes for the bartender to get to her. It was during those unfortunate minutes that she had attracted the attention of a very inebriated man who was insisting he buy her a drink. Why, she had no idea. 

“I don’t want to drink alone,” he said, leaning in close like he was confiding something in her. She held her ground, but only just. The hot breath on her neck was making it really hard not to shove him off the other side of his stool. But all he’d done so far was - rather forcefully - offer to buy her a drink. Nothing that deserved bodily harm. She merely took as far a step away as she could manage without knocking into anyone else.

He got the hint and pulled out of her space, but dove right back in with, “C’mon. Let me buy you a drink.” 

“No, thank you. I am perfectly capable of buying my own drink.” 

“Yeah, but it’s like the…” He trailed off and waved a careless hand, nearly knocking his own drink off the bar. “The principle of the thing. Or whatever.” 

She didn’t know what he meant and had more than a sneaking suspicion he didn’t either, so she said nothing. 

Undeterred, he asked “Are you waiting for someone?” 

“Yes,” she said. 

“A boyfriend?” 

She didn’t know what to say to that. What difference did it make? 

Apparently taking her silence as a no, he asked, “So what’s the problem?” 

“The problem is that I said no,” Shirayuki said firmly, trying to keep a tight leash on her temper. “Multiple times.” 

He grinned, apparently pleased with her answer, and said, “You’re feisty. I like that.” 

You cannot hit him. It would be a bad idea to hit him, Shirayuki reminded herself. Swallowing down her more feisty reactions, she thought about the situation logically. He wasn’t taking a hint. He wasn’t accepting overt denials. It would help to know why he was doing what he was doing. Maybe if she understood him a little better, she could fix the fundamental issue this guy so obviously had. And who knew? He might even turn into a friend before the night was over. She’d befriended less pleasant sorts before, after all. 

She wouldn’t count Obi as one of the unpleasant sorts, but she knew he would. True, they met when he stole her identity and tried to ruin her life, but now look where they were! She could absolutely turn this interaction around with some gentle encouragement and a friendly ear. 

*****

Ten minutes later, Obi appeared next to the shoulder the man - Bradley - wasn’t currently sobbing into. He placed a hand at the small of her back as he leaned around her to peek at Bradley’s tear-streaked face.

“I leave you alone for five minutes,” Obi teased her, rerouting her attention from patting this strange, sad man’s head to the person she’d been waiting for. 

“I don’t know what happened,” she whispered. One minute she was asking Bradley why he felt the need to pressure women into drinking with him, and the next he was tearing up and telling her about how he felt unlovable so he used money and persistence to get women to spend time with him. He was currently in the middle of a story about his childhood dog. There was probably a connection there, but she was thankful her job at the moment was to listen, not to understand. 

Obi simply laughed and slipped around her to duck under one of Bradley’s arms, heaving him up and off Shirayuki. Theoretically, she supposed, the move was supposed to put Bradley on his feet, but he looked like he was putting more weight on Obi’s side than his own legs. She watched Obi’s arm muscles tense under his henley to compensate for Bradley’s inability to stay upright at the moment. It was nice to see his gym membership was paying off. 

“Come on, pal,” Obi said. “Let’s get you a Lyft and away from the nice, pretty girl.” 

“She is nice,” Bradley agreed. “Do I know you?” 

“Nope. But I know her.” 

“You gotta protect her. She’s so pretty and single.”

“Single, huh?” Obi glanced over his shoulder at her, one eyebrow raised. Shirayuki sighed internally. He was going to tease her to no end for the rest of the night. There would be no normal conversation after this. 

“I tried to wife her, but she didn’t want to.” 

Shirayuki lost track of the conversation as the two plodded towards the exit. All she caught was half of Obi’s reply about better men failing something before they were swallowed by the crowd. 

The situation with Bradly hadn’t even cracked the top twenty weirdest moments of her life, so she shrugged it off, took his newly-abandoned stool, and finally caught the bartender’s eye to order. 

She was on her third (half) sip of her cider when she felt someone crowd into her space and reach around her to pluck what was supposed to be Obi’s beer off the bar.

“Excuse me,” Shirayuki said, gearing up to give the rude person a piece of her mind. The entitlement in this bar tonight was off the charts. When she spun on her stool and came face to face with Obi, all the fight left her at once. 

“Oh,” she said. “It’s you.” 

Obi raised his eyebrows at her over the rim of the glass.

“I thought you were stealing, well, your drink,” she explained. It didn’t quite make sense, but he must have gathered the gist because he nodded. 

“My knight in shining armor,” he said, grabbing her drink off the bar and nodding for her to follow him to one of the tables. “Thank you for guarding my drink so diligently.”

Oh. Okay. Maybe he wasn’t going to tease her mercilessly after all. Nice, but weird. She’d been so sure he wouldn’t pass up the chance to talk about her kind face that just makes people want to open up to you, Miss.

She realized it was too much to hope for when he casually threw out, “So you’re single, huh?” as they slid into the booth they’d decided to claim for the night. 

He watched her with an openly amused and slightly curious look as she tried and failed not to get annoyed all over again. 

“He asked if I had a boyfriend,” she said. “I thought it would be a good chance to teach him that no means no, not, I’ve already been claimed means no.” 

Obi nodded. “A noble endeavor.” 

“Clearly it didn’t stick.” 

“He did puke in the alley outside. I think it’s safe to say he was too wasted to function. I’m sure your lesson was presented very well. If he hadn’t taken up one of your arms crying on it, you probably could have whipped up a nice powerpoint, too.” 

Should she have done that? He was joking, but maybe she should make one to have on hand in the future. A bright, colorful pie chart might-

“So, Miss,” Obi said, bringing her out of her head and back to the present, “do you come here often?” 

She blinked at him. 

“I mean, you must not,” he said. “I think I’d remember a pretty face like that.” 

“What?” 

Obi draped a casual arm across the back of the booth and let a playful smile tug at the corners of his lips. Voice deeper than it was a few seconds ago, he said, “Since you’re single, I thought I’d try my luck.” 

It took her a moment to catch on. When she did, she said, “You realize you’re no better than Bradley, hitting on a stranger in a bar.” 

Obi laughed, delighted. 

“Of course you got his name,” he said. “Well, I’m hoping my attempt will be slightly more welcome. I’ve been told I’m quite handsome.” 

Obi had a specific way of looking at her when he was feeling particularly mischievous. His expression would turn sly and his eyes would cut to her like he was inviting her in on the joke. A secret just for them. Though she’d made many friends since her lonely teenage years, it was that look from him that made her feel like she didn’t have to take on the world alone anymore. 

But they weren’t taking on the world. It was just them. In a bar. Pretending to be different people for a while. And if she got to be any woman she wanted, she chose Kiki. 

Trying for bored and unaffected, she said, “I’m more interested in a man’s personality.” 

Obi clicked his tongue. “Can’t help you there.” 

“Yes you can,” she said, immediately breaking character. “You have a wonderful personality.” 

“And you are so bad at this,” Obi said on a laugh. “Honestly, Miss. We’ve only just met. How could you possibly know what my personality is like?” 

“I, um- I’m really good at reading people?” 

Obi let his chin fall to his chest in resigned disappointment. It didn’t do much to hide the curve of his smile, though.

“So bad,” he whispered to himself. Then, he looked up at her through his lashes and said, “I think I’m in love with you.” 

“Already?” she asked, trying to stay immersed and not get distracted by, as he said earlier, how handsome he looked in the low light, relaxed and looking at her like he wanted her six ways to Sunday. 

“I fall fast,” he said with a shrug.  

“That must make life very difficult.”

“Eh. It’s worked out fine so far.”

*****

An hour later, when they’d worked their way through names, jobs, and hobbies - about which Obi invented increasingly elaborate lies and Shirayuki failed at least three times to stop herself from calling him out because, well, she was actually pretty bad at the game - they headed out into the cold October night. 

“Can we stop by the grocery store on the way home?” Shirayuki asked before they were half-way down the first block. Suzu’s birthday was coming up and she wanted to make cookies. 

“You know,” Obi said, taking her hand in his, “the point of pretending to be strangers at a bar is to also pretend you’re taking a stranger home. If you act like we already live together, it defeats the whole purpose.” 

“You’re the one who insisted we didn’t know each other. I don’t want to take a stranger home. I just want you.” 

Obi went quiet in that peculiar way he did when she’d said something he didn’t know he was allowed to have. In the year they’d been dating, and the many years they’d been friends, she’d learned to just wait out those moments.

Sure enough, he heaved a very put-upon sigh after a beat and said, “Fine, I guess I don’t want to take a stranger home, either.” The hand that tightened infinitesimally around hers said, I only want you, too. 

[jess-unkommentiert]

[2] Eyes never lie!

-> Heartbeats 💕 Masterlist

June 2022 – New Brunswick "Nice to meet you. I'm y/n y/l/n.", she said with a smile on her face and broke the silence. He also smiled and she realized that his nose crunched a little while smiling.

"Hi, my name is Sebastian Stan. Nice to meet you, too", he said while waving with his hand. There was no time to continue the conversation as Christina entered the room – looking stunning as always.

She made her way throw the crowd, saying hi to everyone. When she finally made it to the three of them she gave Sebastian a long hug

"Seb! Oh my God, I am so happy that you made it. I heard you are currently very busy, so I wasn't sure."

He smiled at her and said "I told you I will be there if I'm in town this weekend. So here I am" and gave her another hug.

Sebastian introduced Anthony and Christina and as Christina saw y/n standing right next to them she winked at her and told the boys "Ah, you already met y/n. She is responsible for this amazing sapphire make-up that I'm wearing. She also chose my dress. She has an amazing taste. If you ever need a hair and make-up artist let me know and I will give you her number!"

Christinas compliments made y/n blush and she hoped the dimmed light would help to hide it from Mackie and Sebastian.

Christina turned around to her guests and welcomed them formally by telling everybody where they can get their drinks and food. After she finished everybody applauded her. Y/n smiled at her in full admiration. She would never be brave enough to talk in front of so many people. She has always been the shy kid in school – what never really bothered her.

Mackie and Sebastian got themselves a drink at the bar and left into the crowd – leaving y/n all alone. She encouraged herself to head into the crowd as well and start talking with some of the guest. She took another Champagne at the bar and slowly walked around the guests.

At first she stopped around three older men and their wives but as she heard that they were talking about financial investments she tried to leave the conversation as soon as possible. Paying the rent every month was terrifying enough, there was not much money for bigger investments than a pizza for dinner.

She passed a group of beautiful actresses who talked about their make-up as one of the women touched her arm and said "Hey, I've heard you are Christina's hair and make-up artist! The sapphire make-up you created today is gorgeous. Please tell us more about the upcoming make-up trends". Y/n smiled and turned to the ladies. They discussed about pastel colors for eye make-up and what lipstick they would choose to match it. After 30 minutes of passionate discussions she decided to not talk about work anymore. She wanted to enjoy the evening so she said goodbye to the ladies after giving them her number for potential future bookings.

They kind of forced her to do that. She hadn't expected to get new clients on that party – her goal was to celebrate her friend's birthday.

At the end of the room y/n saw Vincent, an actor from one of the movies y/n worked as Christina's make-up artist. She headed directly for him and when he saw her, he smiled at her and gave her a hug as warm welcome. "Hey y/n it's so good to see you!" he said and introduced her to the people standing around him – all actors and actresses. A few of their faces seemed familiar to her but she was never good with names. The next one and a half hour she spent her timing listening to different topics about the work as an actor/actress while eating finger-food and drinking Champagne.

She really enjoyed being around them, but she needed to go to the restroom and maybe get some "real food" from the buffet afterwards. Unfortunately no one really got food from the buffet – maybe they all wanted to maintain their figure for upcoming projects. She hated the toxic environment of the modeling and acting industry. "You are not a better actress just because you are skinny.", she thought while winding her way through the crowd.

At the restroom she found two women refreshing their lipsticks. She looked into the mirror herself and saw her face in a very natural way. She still liked that. No need to fresh up anything, not like "putting on a mask" or something. Just her face. No face lifting or botox, no heavy make-up. You could even see some blackheads and a small pimple on her chin. She did not belong in this glamorous high-society world, so she did not even try to look perfect or impress someone.

On her way back to party she went to have a closer look on the food at the buffet. Everything looked so delicious and she was very sad that it was barely touched. So she took a plate and loaded it with everything she wanted to eat.

"Seems like someone is pretty hungry, huh?", she heard a familiar voice behind her back. As she turned around, she saw Sebastian standing in front of her.

Her green eyes met his blue ones before she smiled and said "Well yeah. I am pretty sure there were a lot of talented cooks involved to create such an amazing buffet. I think we owe it to their hard work to try as much as possible!" His eyes extended a bit as he was surprised about her answer.

"You are absolutely right!", he said and took a plate. "Anything you can recommend?" he continued to her.

She shook her head while saying "Oh no, it's my first plate so I haven't tried anything yet. But as I love Italian food, I would suggest you take one of the Bruschetta over there". His eyes followed her hand as she pointed on the Bruschetta.

He put two on his plate and turned around while saying: "Oh yeah, I also love Italian food. Pizza will forever be my favorite cheat meal!" They both carried their plates to a table.

y/n placed her plate on the table and asked: "I'm gonna get myself a cocktail. Anything to drink for you?"

He smiled and said: "Oh yeah sure. Just get me the same cocktail as yours."

y/n raised her eyebrow in disbelief. "Are you sure? I mean I prefer the very very sweet cocktails. Most people don't like that. I can get you something you want. Just let me know." She said to him.

He laughed and responded: "I am a sweet guy, so it will be fine." She rolled her eyes on his response and turned around to head to the bar "Oh gosh, did he really say that? I don't know if he is just very arrogant or just tried to be funny" she thought. She felt his eyes following her – making her feel uncomfortable because she didn't want to trip or embarrass herself in other ways.

As she made it to the bar without any accidents she sighed in relief and ordered two cocktails. As y/n got both glasses, she turned around to their table and saw Sebastian tasting the Bruschetta. His eyes were closed as he seemed to enjoy the taste of tomatoes, garlic and bread. She couldn't help herself and smiled upon this man enjoying his food.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked in her direction. As she realized that he probably caught her smiling, she suddenly stopped and blushed. He started laughing (she could see the little crunches around his nose from across the room) and when she returned to the table she said "I am sorry, I didn't want to stalk you. Looked like you really enjoy the Bruschetta".

"Oh yeah, I really did. You were right. Bruschetta is freaking awesome." he answered. Then he muttered a "Thank you" while tasting the Cocktail y/n got him. Y/n saw him taking a huge sip with the yellow straw – waiting inpatient for his opinion on the Cocktail. He looked at her and said "Well, it is indeed very very sweet. You were not lying. But I like it. Couldn't drink it the whole night but it's fine."

"Are you just too polite so say that you don't like it?" she answered while laughing.

"No.. well.. maybe. How do you know?" he answered and for a short moment y/n thought he saw him blushing.

"Your eyes told me. Eyes never lie! It's okay. You don't have to drink it. More Cocktails for me", she said while reaching her hands across the table to push Sebastians glass next to her plate. As his left hand was still holding the glass, she accidently touched his hand. For only a fraction of a second she felt that their hearts were beating in the same rhythm – the world around them ssemed to be frozen again.

Both needed a few seconds to realize what happened before he left his glass for her to push it across the table. They smiled at each other – both trying to hide the short moment of insecurity of what happened.

"How it's like to be a famous actor?", y/n asked him before she took a huge bite of her Bruschetta.

"Well it's a lot of work. People think we're just living a glamorous life but to be honest most of my days I try to prepare for the next role. Learning my lines, do research on my characters and prepare my body for the shoot. It is physically and mentally exhausting especially when you don't have much time between your projects." He answered, sighed and looked at her. Y/n could see the exhaustion in his eyes although he tried to hide it with a quick smile.

"It is very sad that most people don't see the hard work and commitment you put into your work. I have a lot of respect for actors and actresses. I couldn't do that. I mean I would literally just lose myself within all the roles that I portrayed.", y/n answered and she could see that he was impressed by her answer.

"You learn to separate yourself from the roles you play. I mean I played a narcissistic and psychopathic cannibal in the movie 'Fresh'. Obviously, I am not a cannibal.", he said while taking a bite from a meatball - winking at her. Christina told her to watch that movie a few weeks ago, so she understood the reference with the meatball.

She laughed and answered: "Well we don't know what these meatballs are made of. I HOPE it's not human meat". Y/n saw that his jaw dropped, he put the rest of the meatball back on the plate and started laughing. She never saw him laughing like that before as he tilted his head back, his mouth wide open and he clapped his hand on his thigh. Y/n couldn't help herself and started laughing as well.

He started to catch his breath after laughing for over a minute and answered: "So you did see the movie. And thanks. I can't finish that meatball now." He winked at her, still smiling. Out of an impulse she took her fork, stabbed it into the rest of his meatball and put it into her mouth while winking back at him. Sebastian was shocked but started laughing again.

"What's so funny over here?" Y/N saw Mackie standing at their table with a plate in his right hand. "Oh y/n made an amazing joke you just missed.", Sebastian answered while pointing on the chair next to him to let Mackie know that he can take a seat with them.

They continued making jokes and talking about a lot of random stuff until Sebastian looked at his phone and said: "Mackie, it's already very late. I'm tired. I think I'm gonna leave, would you like to stay or go back to NYC?"

"I will join you. I need my eight hours of sleep to look as beautiful as I am.", Mackie answered and winking at y/n. She laughed. "By the way, y/n where are you from?" he continued.

"I have an apartment in Brooklyn.", she answered. "Oh, so would you like to share a cap with us back to the city?", Sebastian asked and for a short moment y/n thought his eyes lightened.

"Well, that's very nice but I'll stay here. I have one of the guest rooms.", she answered while pointing upstairs. "Okay then. It was a pleasure to meet you Miss y/n – best make-up artist in the U.S.", Mackie said, made a bow and kissed one of her hands. Y/N looked confused about the bizarre situation and muttered: "Yeah.. ehm.. a pleasure to meet you two Mr. Falcon" - making Mackie laugh.

She stood in front of Sebastian – both unsure if they should hug or just shake hands. He opened his arm making it clear for her that he wanted to hug her, so she gave him a long hug. His hands were still on her waist after the hug as he said "Thank you for the nice evening. We should talk and laugh again someday." She nodded, unable to answer while her green eyes met his steel-blue ones.

"I've never met someone with more beautiful eyes than his.", she thought. Mackie cleared his throat so Sebastian let go y/n's waist and both boys left the party – leaving a overwhelmed y/n behind.

[milirii]

Okay, what can you do out of 32&4 with Niko/Olli? 🥰

Uuugh this took long. And I feel so bad to inform you all that the pace is probably not going to get much faster 😅​ Hopefully you like this! ❤️​

Niko/Olli, 32) Date night gone wrong 4) A cup of coffee would be nice.

Words: 2022, bit angst, bit fluff, meantion of panic attack, pre-relationship

Niko was romantic in heart and storyteller in mind. Two combined made him a daydreamer who built up his cloud castles and got lost in the hallways and towers. 

Niko was also realistic. Or so he liked to call himself. Joonas demanded that the correct term was pessimist. But how could anyone keep up the faithful spirit when one cloud tower after another got crumbling down. No, Niko had learned that daydreams were just that, daydreams. Stories that kept him going and gave him a place to go and recharge once in a while. Nothing to copy into real life.  

Once in a while he tried to rebuild some of the towers and this time Joonas had even helped him with building by promising to set him up with “a great guy! He is a friend of mine who is also looking for a relationship and I am sure you'd get along well! Please even try Niko! It doesn't even have to lead anywhere, just go and meet him. For me.” Niko had agreed, even though blind date had never been on his list of preferred first meetings, he would have loved to meet his special human in surprising and sponeus way. To accidentally grab the same book at a library with him or to literally bumb in to someone and then either help them up or let them help him up. Not like this blindly setted up date where the atmosphere was already filled with anticipations and pressure probably in both sides and the guy hasn't even showed up yet.

Niko sighed when he looked at the clock, his date was 15 minutes late already and Niko had gotten second thoughts. The waiting was horrible and made him regret agreeing in the first place. He should have known he would just get his heart broken a little more by the whole thing. 

Nervously Niko fixed his hair and contemplated if he should tie it up instead of letting it fall down his back. At least he should have curled it a bit. He tried to reflect himself through a phone screen and brushed his hand through the long strands, trying to see what part of his appearance had possibly driven away his date before he had even gotten properly in at the restaurant. Maybe the eyeliner had been too much? Maybe black button down was too plain a choice? Should he have styled it with some jewelleries? Why hadn’t he asked Joonas what to wear?

20 minutes had passed. 

****

It was already 45 minutes past the time Joonas had told him. He watched people coming in and dropped his gaze to his water glass when the last one sitting alone (alongside Niko) got their company and they started to softly speak to each other while examining the menus. The soft smiles and brief and gentle touches hurt Niko’s heart and he focused even more intently on just his water. 

Niko gulped the water down. He should make decisions soon. Either to leave and look like a loser who waited almost an hour for the date who didn't arrive or to order something and while still looking like a loser, at least he would eat well. 

He bit his lip and lifted his eyes to look at the clock on the other side of the room. 50 minutes had gone by and he was hungry. He would have to buy food for himself anyway so could as well eat here and spent the rest of the night miserable and feeling sorry for himself. At least his belly would be full and he could finally order something with promilles.

Maybe he had been lucky that the guy didn't show up. Maybe he would have been creepy and possessive and strange in a bad way.

Niko signed at the waiter and was only slightly disappointed when he didn't even get the hot curly headed one to his table to ease his suffering. Nothing was going as he would liked them to...

****

Poosu: Hey, can you see a pretty, long haired man sitting alone in the restaurant? 

Olli: Yep I saw him. Why? Is he a friend of yours? 

Olli had observed the guy the whole evening, while serving dishes to others. He was absolutely beautiful. Olli wanted to expand his observation to a physical examination and run his fingers through the melted milk chocolate coloured hair and look straight at sad eyes and see the exact color of them. He would have liked to roll the man's shirt sleeves more up to get a good look at the tattoos showing underneath and trace his fingers along the lines drawn with ink. He wanted to cup the man's soft cheeks and stroke the warm skin with his thumbs before testing if the man's lips were really made for kissing. They certainly looked like it. 

If he would have been brave enough, he would have sat down opposite of him and asked why he was sitting alone. 

Poosu: HA! I told Joel you’d know who I am referring to just by describing him as pretty! Yes he is a friend of mine! I set him up for a blind date, but the date just informed me that he is not coming… Can you tell me how miserable he looks already so I can decide the best way to tell him that? 

Olli snorted and blushed a little. Joonas knew his type well enough to know that the guy had attracted his attention the moment he had stepped in. And after reading the rest of the message, he was not sure how he should feel. He was happy, oh so happy that the dreamy man was apparently single and looking for a relationship. And he was happy that whoever Joonas had planned for him was “him” and also a little happy that he was not going to show up. And at the same time he felt so sorry for the guy. He looked so sad, just sitting there and eating alone, that Olli wanted to hug him. And somewhere deep he felt a little betrayed by Joonas that he had not thought about Olli when setting his friend up with someone. 

Olli: I am so close to going to him and apologising on behalf of the idiot who didn't show up. He looks crushed. :( 

Poosu: … :( Poor Niko. I wanted for him to have something good in his life for change, but this is only adding to his bad luck… 

Olli considered the situation. His shift had ended and he needed to only change and then he could go to talk with Niko. If he dared to. And since Niko already made his heart ache in so many different ways, the decision was not that hard to make. He wanted, no, actually he needed to see that pretty face lit up with a smile. Not clouded with that broken expression. 

Olli: What kind of person is he? 

Olli: Niko I mean. Not the jackass who made him sit alone in here for nothing. 

Joonas did quick work writing an answer. 

Poosu: He is sweet, fun, creative, nerdy and romantic. Pretty smart, pain in the ass sometimes and dreamer in main. Musical cat dad with a big heart who raps made up lyrics while playing classical piano pieces. Actually he is dumbass, but I love him still <3 

Olli's heart made a little jolt. Niko sounded like he wasn't even real. Just a whole man knitted out of his sweetest hopes and daydreams.

Poosu: Aaw I hate that I have to tell him the bad news :'( he doesn't deserve them! 

Olli thought everything out last time. 

Olli: Would I maybe have a chance with him? 

****

Olli spent so long staring at himself from the mirror, trying to make himself look less tired and more attractive, that when he finally left the changing room, he was worried that Niko had already left the restaurant. Part of him almost hoped that he would have. Then he could just tell Joonas that he couldn't talk with Niko because he was not there anymore and not because he couldn't get the words out of his mouth. 

Luckily (or maybe unluckily, Olli guessed he was about to find out), Niko was still there, nursing the remnants of his wine. Olli gulped and almost escaped back down the stairs he had just climbed up. His phone binged and it gave Olli an excuse to hold back a little while longer. 

Poosu: Just go for it! Niko is seriously so nice and not half as gloomy as he probably looks like. You come along with Joel, you can definitely handle Niko. 

The nerves squeezed Olli’s lungs and he was sure he was about to make a fool of himself by fainting in front of Niko because of too shallow breathing. 

Poosu: Lycka till!! <33

He forced himself to take a deep breath and then switched his brain off and made a figurative jump. He grabbed the strap of his backpack and walked towards Niko’s table. He swallowed, licked his dry lips and then managed to breathe out a simple: “Hi!” 

Niko lifted his face from his wine glass. His confused face, slight frown and questioning eyes were so cute that Olli wanted to just turn around and go back to the changing room to process in peace. And then Niko talked, although it was only the mirrored “Hi”, and Olli wanted to hear more of his voice. 

“I am a friend of Joonas’ and he told me you are not probably having the best night, so I thought I could maybe try to change that.” He started to blabber, like always when he got too nervous to handle it.

Niko’s eyes got a tad more sour look when he asked: “Are you the one I should have had a date with?” 

“No! Although I wouldn’t mind being your date…” Olli realised what his brain to mouth filter had just let through and felt how his cheeks flamed. He heard his heart pounding in his ears and it almost covered his own voice when he tried to save the situation. “...I… I mean that you are very pretty and… and Joonas had told me about you and you seem cool and maybe you’d like to get coffee with me sometimes…” 

Olli’s voice got quieter at the end. He felt seriously like suffocating now, he didn’t dare to look even in the direction of Niko and the blood was still rushing in his ears, making everything sound muffled. When he was sure he was about to pass out, he felt a light touch through the fabric of his hoodie. Warm hand guided him to sit down and grounded Olli from his panic enough for him to realise that Niko was trying to talk to him. “Hey, everything is okay, just sit down and breathe. It’s alright!” 

Niko’s eyes were warm and friendly when Olli finally looked at him. 

“Are you okay?” Niko asked, his hand not leaving Olli’s upper arm and Olli gave him a little nod. 

“So who of Joonas’ friends are you?” 

“My name is Olli.” 

“Oh! Joonas has talked about you!” Niko’s eyes got a little wide and Olli wondered later that night when he was already in bed if he had seen correctly that Niko’s cheeks had gotten a faint shade of red. 

Niko’s arm had dropped to rest on top of the table and the hand had left Olli’s arm. He missed the light pressure of the touch and decided to be brave enough to ask again. In case Niko had not either catched the question earlier or not taken it seriously. “So… would you be up for maybe a cup of coffee? With me?”

Niko’s smile was careful and it made butterflies in Olli’s stomach go wild. “A cup of coffee would be nice.” 

****

“How is it going in your little puppet show?” Joel asked and tried to peek at Joonas' phone screen. Joonas leaned his head at Joel's shoulder and grinned. “Oh Niko’s “spontaneous and romantic first meeting” is going just like I planned it.” Then he showed the latest message from Olli to Joel. 

Olli: I HAVE A DATE TOMORROW, HELP?!!

[possibly-in-love01]

As It Was

June 6 2022

11:58 PM

I had just received the message from Michael.

“Come to Duskwood”

To the others, this was just a mere trap but, I thought the opposite.

Everybody, Jessy, Dan, Cleo, Thomas, Lilly, and Jake was against me coming, I didn’t listen.

“I”

“I can’t lose you.”

“You’re all”

“ALL that matters.”

The moment Jake sent his message, I was already in my car. I wanted to say i’m sorry. I wanted to bid them goodbye if this really was the end of my journey called life.

I shed tears on my drive to the waterfall. My heart was pounding, it was deafening. I was shaking, my shoulders, my hands. My heart was sinking as reality hit me.

I could be stolen a life right here, but it wouldn’t be in vain right? I would save the libes of two people in return for mine.

I tried smiling but it came out stilted. I couldn’t deny that I was nervous. God, more than nervous.

Any miracles coming in my future can you send them to my present?

I got out of my car and walked in the woods. I always told the others to not go in the forest, but now, here I am. What a hypocrite.

I heard the waterfall. It would’ve been a tranquil sound but considering the situation, it’s anything but tranquil.

In mere minutes, I was facing the waterfall. The moonlight reflecting on the ripples of water the current was causing.

Then. something in the corner of my eye. I saw him. His reflection on the water. With his damn mask.

I can hear Hannah, her muffled cries. But, no sign of Richy.

I turned to Micheal, looking at him with a stone-hard glare.

Micheal instantly pushed Hannah to me. She was shaking and crying. She was terrified of him.

“Where’s Richy?” I said, no. I shouted at him.

Micheal looked down, staring at his own shoes.

Then, seconds later, he took off his mask.

My jaw dropped.

No.

No.

It can’t be him. It shouldn’t be him!

My throat closed, I wasn’t able to speak. Hannah looked at him, terrified than before.

Richy. Why? Fucking hell, why?!

You… You told me that you felt bad that I was getting those calls but, all along you were behind those? You attacked Jessy! You threatened Cleo!

The Richy I know wouldn’t do that. Maybe, I never really knew Richy like I thought I did.

He looked apologetic, his eyes bright with unshed tears.

“Hannah… run.” I said to Hannah, while still locking eyes with the culprit.

“What?” She asked, her breath shaking.

I gave her my car keys and nodded at her.

“Just go in a straight direction, you’ll find the car.”

“I… I can’t leave you here.” She said stuttering slightly.

I smiled, a fake one, “I’ll manage.”

She nodded back and mouthed a thank you before dashing to the direction of my car.

We were alone.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know if I can believe you.”

He nodded in solemn acknowledgement.

“I can explain everything. Please, just listen.”

And I did, I listened.

He told me the whole story. How Hannah and Amy got involved, and how he got involved. He told me that he didn’t mean for it to escalate to this extent, he told me he didn’t want this. I almost felt sorry for him, almost.

“Turn yourself in.” I said, looking at him with a broken glance.

“I will.” He assured me.

“Everybody misses you, you know? Everybody’s worried.” I looked at him with wide eyes. I was frustrated with him, and I felt devastated.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated. I shook my head.

I walked towards him. I always thought I’d see him in much more different and happier circumstances but, I don't think I can hope for that anymore.

I was mere feet away from him. His eyes were red and he had dark circles. I grabbed both of his hands.

“Come with me, Richy. Please, let’s go to the station.” I said, chillingly obvious that I was holding back tears.

Richy hugged me. I hugged him back, tentatively.

“How could you manage to be this kind even after knowing what I’ve done?” He cried.

I couldn’t answer. How could I manage that?

We stayed like that for a while and after a few minutes, Richy pulled back.

“Let’s go to the station.”

I smiled.

He lead me to his car and I convinced him to let me drive and that he should rest even if it was just for a short while. He agreed, and he slept in the backseat. I looked at his sleeping figure through the rear mirror of the car, he looked peaceful sleeping and I smiled at the sight.

It was still… strange. It was strange to call Richy the culprit, even just thinking about it, it makes me feel perturbed. My heart sank at the thought of telling the others. I was reaching my breaking point - no - I already reached it, when Richy died. I think... I’m just getting tired of hiding it.

I rolled down the car window to feel the cold night breeze on my face. The breeze brought me a small semblance of comfort. When I decided to involve myself in Hannah's case, I didn't anticipate it to lead to all of this. We managed to solve three unsolved cases. Can I go back to my normal, everyday life? No, I can't.

“I can’t go back to as it was, no body can.” I chuckled, bitterly.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

Ich habe 3.169 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 1.230 more posts als 2021!

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Ich habe 2.354 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

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Longest Tag: 101 characters

#i like the symbolism of the snail because it takes its time and does not rush but lingers in its pace

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#5

Happy birthday

@justfrozenthings

Okay, that title is not very creative, but it fits so perfectly – because it´s your birthday today!!!

So, here´s a little treat – for you – a special and unique lady, fully turning 21 today! Happy birthday my dear! ❤️✨🎂🧁

a little Kristanna modern AU – it´s all fluff… (and find it on AO3)

Words: 1092

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“I´d like to order 21 cupcakes for tomorrow, please.”

Anna spoke while roaming the shelf filled with the most delicious delicacies at “Bjorgman´s magical cupcake” shop.

“21, alright, funny number.” The young man glanced at her curiously.

“Oh,” Anna bit her lips and pulled up her shoulders, intertwining her hands before her chest, “it´s my birthday tomorrow.”

“Really?!” Kristoff exclaimed with a smile, “well, I´d congratulate, but I was told one should not do that in advance. But I certainly wish you a nice day already!”

“Thank you.” Anna smacked her lips and put a hairstrand behind her ear.

“So, what flavors would you like to order, then?” Kristoff asked, ready to note down Anna´s order, waiting patiently while she continued to study the goods on display.

Anna was almost a daily customer, had moved to their neighborhood a few months ago. And she had captured his interest from the first sight, with her radiant smile, her smiling freckles and her jovial character. Kristoff admired her cheerful manner, truly intrigued by her happy ways even though she had told him that she had come here all alone.

The day, she had entered their shop he was lost from the moment she spoke to him, questioning him about every cake, cookie, or pastry there was. He had patiently explained the various products and drowned in her glinting eyes. From then on, each time Anna came over before her work, or after work and some days even twice… Kristoff tried to get free to chat to her for a moment, even if it meant only to remove her dishes and asking how her day had been. If only he could get a glimpse of her smiling eyes… And his day was saved!

“Kristoff?”

Anna stood before him with a giggle, waving a hand before his face.

Shit – he had completely drifted in his dreams of them strolling hand in hand down the beach…

“Oh, sorry. Got lost in thought… so, have you got an idea of what you like to order?”

“To be honest, I can´t decide. I mean everything here is so delicious. You know what? You put something together for me, yes? It will be great, I´m sure!”

“Alright then!” Kristoff chuckled with a shrug and scribbled something on his notepad, “shall we deliver, since it´s going to be quiet a big box to carry?”

“Oh, that´d be really kind. Hm… tomorrow at 2 pm?”

“2 p.m. it is, fixed.”

Anna was about to leave the shop, but stood for a moment, kneading her fingers before her chest.

“Would you like to come, too? I mean, since I´ve moved here, I see you more often than my own family…”

“Oh…. Hm… thanks, Anna….”

So, she invited him over… of course she was being kind… but what if she liked him…?!

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Oh gosh….!

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40 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. Januar 2022

#4

Omg I never noticed how Elsa's other leg "shines" through Nokk.... and she spurrs him on with her left heel... wow!

... and oh, I loooove his mane swirling and dripping... So beautiful

Thanks to @elisamaza and @lovewillthaw-j for those lovely gifs.

45 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 6. November 2022

#3

Kristanna engagement game

Additionally to my yesterday´s post with the link to the Instagram post I found the same video on youtube (see below) 😘)

It´s such a cute contribution to Kristoff and Anna´s engagement party. Oaken playing game to see how well the two love birds know each other!

Super sweet and cute - a must watch!!!! 💜💜💜

This takes place just before the engagement dinner show! (find the link to this one here then)

Thank you Disney!

Enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

54 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 26. August 2022

#2

United forever...

I have not done this in ages, and thought it´s about time to catch up with a new comic copy scan (translated from german).

This one is a beautiful story about Anna and Elsa writing each other and learning of the one thing that matters the most!

Family love, no matter how far they are apart!

Enjoy!

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56 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 8. Mai 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

I love this picture so much, so I had to cut it out especially... for me and for all who are in love with this awesome couple!

This is a snippet from my other post with the complete story of how Kristoff, Sven and Olaf got their fancy outfits.

87 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. September 2022

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[bqstqnbruin]

Always be my plus one - part 3

Ok, look, it's 4 am, there are going to be typos, and we're just going to have to deal with it. I also tried to find a gif that was Tyson and Cale but I couldn't find one in the gif insert thing on here so I just went with this one (it feels weird to change it up but like, oops)

I make no promises that you aren't going to be mad at me for this part so have fun !

This is shorter than the last part, coming in at around 5k words.

The only warnings I have here are implied sex.

Translations for the Italian in here: "tu sei uno stronzo" - you're an ass(hole)

stronzino - little asshole

Also want to thank @justjosty @zinka8 @hockeylvr59 @hockeywocs anons and I'm sure I'm forgetting people for helping me write this part but ily all I'm just dumb and tired

Read the previous part here!

Series masterlist

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Valentine’s Day

The Feast Day of St. Valentine is traditionally celebrated in the Western Catholic Church on February 14, to honor the patron saint of love. Though not traditionally celebrated as a Catholic holiday, millions of people celebrate the day of love with those who mean the most to them. While pessimists of the day say it’s a ‘holiday made up by greeting card companies,’ approximately 190 million Valentine’s Day cards are sent in the United States alone, not including cards given by school children to their classmates. Couples enjoy the holiday with a romantic night out, presents, flowers, chocolates, etc., while those who don’t have someone or don’t care do whatever they want without the pressure of living up to a holiday that doesn’t mean very much in the grand scheme of things.

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February 12, 2022

“Where are you going tonight?” Matthew’s voice came through his younger sister’s phone. He had called early in the week to see if Anne could babysit Harper so he and Stephanie could do something for Valentine’s Day without having to shell out an extravagant amount of money on a sitter.

“I’m, uh,” Anne hesitates, “going out with Tyson. Sorry.” She hears Matthew let out a sigh on the other end. “Hey, stronzo, why don’t you ask Lucy? Her and Jason never do anything on Valentine’s Day.”

Matthew starts talking about how the last time he asked Lucy last minute to watch his daughter, despite their girls being best friends, she ended up going on a fifteen-minute rant. While Anne gets her heels on, staring at herself in the mirror and admiring the floor-length, red dress she had on the slit going up the side for no one but herself, Matthew continues to tell her about how his twin goes on and on about needing a schedule at all times, how she can’t just drop everything in a moment’s notice because he wants to do something with his wife.

“Hey, Matthew,” she cuts him off, trying to shrug her coat on, “Why didn’t you ask Lucy or Sebby after I said no earlier this week?”

“Because I didn’t think you actually had plans.”

“Again, tu sei uno stronzo.”

“I am not an ass!” he detests.

“Fine, you’re a stronzino, happy?” Anne hears him stammer again, not letting him get a word in, “I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, ok? Ask Ma, Dad’s off in Florida right now so she would probably love to have Harper for the night.”

He lets out another sigh, Stephanie’s voice coming through in the background despite Anne’s inability to understand what she was saying. “Fine. Have fun with Tyson. I don’t need another niece or nephew around Halloween, though, ok?”

“Don’t be gross,” she says, hanging up and finally heading out the door.

Her cousin Adriana was getting married to her soon-to-be wife, Izzy. Her family had no idea that she was the only one who still talked to them, her mother having a fight with her brother after their parents died when Anne and her siblings were younger and vowing to never talk to him again. So far, the stubbornness that seems to run through her mom’s blood going strong since it had been over a decade since she had last seen her brother. Anne was invited to Uncle Frankie’s daughter’s wedding, but no one else in her family.

Adriana and Izzy had this Valentine’s Day-themed wedding, everyone asked to wear red or pink in theme with the holiday, Anne not doubting that there would be paper hearts and cut-out cupids as the decor. The wedding gift she bought them, one of the first things she found on their registry that Anne could afford, was shipped to the apartment they already shared two weeks ago, Anne just needing to remember the card.

She was fully prepared to just sit in the corner with a bunch of people she didn’t know and watch as her cousin got married to the love of her life. Anne wasn’t sure that that side of her family would recognize her after how many years, guaranteeing her to spend her time on the sideline.

Anne slips into the back of the church, seeing no one she knew or recognized to even go up to and sit with them. Everyone was dressed in red, pink, and black. A bit too much for her own taste, but at least she looked good in red and would have worn the color anyway. ‘Note to self, no themed weddings,’ Anne thinks, not particularly fond of the lack of color or real choice that everyone had in figuring out what to wear.

A blonde boy in a red suit walks by her, too far past her to get a good look at him. There was something about him that caught her attention. Anne knew that walk, but she had no idea where she knew it from. It didn’t stop her from admiring him from afar, though, the short blonde hair and the obviously fit physique under the suit captivated her for whatever reason, leaving her practically unable to pay attention to the ceremony in front of her. Not that she cared, at this point she was just there to enjoy the free food she knew would be good at the reception later.

Anne sat at the table against the wall, her cousin not bothering to make a seating chart and just leaving it up to the guests to sit where they pleased. That meant she didn’t have to talk to anyone she didn’t want to, being virtually left alone at a wedding where she knew no one.

“Anne?” a familiar voice snaps her out of the trance she fell into watching Ana’s sister and brother-in-law, Catie and Danny dancing with their two daughters, remembering seeing their pictures on Facebook when they were born, not realizing how much they had grown.

She turns to the man in the red suit who had her attention throughout the ceremony. “Cale?” she smiles at him, not sure how the two had missed they would be at the same wedding this weekend. Since New Year's Eve, the two of them had been texting, calling, FaceTiming, they had hung out, spent the night with each other, Cale insisting he buy her dinner at least once a week. The only reason they weren’t dating each other was because neither of them had said they were. They both said they were busy this weekend, but who would have thought they would end up at the same place. “What are you doing here?”

“Izzy’s brother and I grew up playing hockey together. I grew up with her. What are you doing?” he asks her, taking the seat next to her.

“Ana’s my cousin. Her dad is my mom’s older brother.”

Cale smiles at her, Anne’s heart racing at the sight of it. “So I get to meet your family?”

Anne shakes her head. “I’m the only one here,” she tells him, explaining the family drama that went on between Frankie and Teresa.

Cale looks down at his lap, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his suit jacket. The red bowtie, red pants, red jacket even against the black shirt were so much Anne couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red because of the reflection of his clothes or for another reason. “Tyson’s met your family, hasn’t he?”

She nods, taking his hand in hers. “I told you, Tyson and I are just friends. I needed someone to come with me to a family thing, so he came with me.” Cale nods, not entirely sure that something wasn’t up with her and Tyson. Something was off, there was something he was sure Anne was leaving out, but he wasn’t sure. “Hey, I’ve seen Tyson, what, three times since New Year's? All of them when I was with you. I like you, Cale.”

Cale leans over for a kiss, his hand grazing Anne’s thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. “How about we dance like we did on New Year's?” he asks, standing from the seat, shrugging off the red jacket before he extended his hand out to her.

She rolls her eyes, getting up with him anyway. “I told you then, too, that I don’t like dancing.”

“And yet,” he says, pulling her close, his hand finding the small of her back while he presses his forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes, “you danced with me all night then, and you got up to dance with me tonight.”

Anne laughs, knowing he was right, burying her face in his shoulder, swearing she heard some camera’s clicking, probably the wedding photographer hanging around somewhere and taking pictures of the guests dancing.

“I know I have to say this about the brides when they come in,” Cale whispers in her ear, “but you are the most beautiful girl here.”

Anne could feel herself blushing, her mind flashing back to New Year’s Eve when Tyson told her she looked beautiful. He seemed so genuine saying it, Anne thinking back and not sure if he meant it or was actually pretending. But with Cale, she knew. Cale meant it. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she tells him, ghosting his lips before kissing him.

Being with Cale felt fine. Not perfect, but fine. It was right, but not correct, and Anne couldn’t figure out why.

Everyone starts clearing off the dance floor, the bridal party getting ready to come in. Cale takes Anne’s hand and leads her back to the table where he left his jacket, some other people finding their home base at the same table. Cale knew one of the men at the table, probably from their little hockey group that involved Izzy’s brother. The bridesmaids and bridesmen, as the DJ put it, started coming in, Cale leaning back with his arm slung around the back of Anne’s chair. She leaned back into him, his fingertips dancing up and down her arm as they watched everyone come in.

They watched Ana and Izzy dance their first one as wives, Anne’s stomach starting to make noise as they waited for the food to come.

Cale leans over, nervous about what he was about to whisper in her ear. “Are you hungry for food or maybe something more?”

Anne felt her entire body go numb at his words. They had been seeing each other for a month and a half already, so was what he was insinuating really that strange of an idea? “That depends.”

“On?” he asks, nibbling on her ear before kissing the skin right behind it, losing any sense of care over who at their table was potentially watching.

“On how long you think we need to wait before we can slip out without it being rude?”

Cale inhaled sharply, wishing he could say right now. “At least until they cut the cake. Unless,” he says, his hand moving up her thigh, slowly in case she decided she wanted it to stop, “Unless you wanted to try to find somewhere to sneak away to now.”

“Not for our first time,” she tells him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “And not with my family around,” she laughs.

“I’m fine with that,” he tells her, kissing her. “Your place or mine, though?”

“Well, I drove myself here.”

“And I got a ride.”

Anne smiles, crossing her legs in hopes that whatever she felt would be stifled by that simple action. “So it looks like it’s going to be mine.”

They spent the rest of the night waiting for the moment the cake was cut so they could leave as planned, Cale’s hand never leaving her leg unless he really needed both hands to do something.

Anne could feel her heart racing as she watched Ana and Izzy smash their cake in each other’s face, Anne looking over to Cale and smiling. “You wanna go?” she asks, her keys already out of her bag and in her hand.

Cale drags her out without saying a word, Anne leading him to her car. He walks over to the driver’s side, his arms wrapped around her waist with her back pressed against her car. “You’re sure about this?” he asks her, his eyes flicking between hers and her lips.

“Yeah,” she says, kissing him before he opens the door for her. She couldn’t wait to get home, sure she broke a few traffic laws as she sped back to her apartment with Cale sitting next to her in the passenger seat, his leg shaking the entire time.

They got to the elevator, Cale leaning against her against the wall with his lips pressed against hers, Anne’s hands already working to unbutton his shirt. Cale’s kisses trailed down her jaw to her collarbone, his grip tightening on her waist.

Anne pulled away to lead him down the hallway, practically running, partially due to anticipation for what they were about to do, and because Anne could feel a breeze on her back, indicating that Cale had already unzipped her dress. That, coupled with the fact that Cale’s shirt was already open, his jacket in his free hand, Anne had no desire for any of her neighbors to be given the chance to see her and however Cale was to her already getting naked before closing the door.

As soon as she unlocked her door, Cale had her turned back around, kicking the door closed as he carried her to her bedroom, Anne able to feel everything about him against her body. Cale laid her down on her bed, his lips never leaving hers as he positioned himself over her, sliding her dress off while she did the same with his shirt. Anne’s breath hitched at the sight of him, his body perfect while he stared her down, the first time she saw the typically innocent boy she had been seeing with a mischievous grin covering his face, his eyes darkening at the thought of doing what they had both been wanting to do all night.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks one more time.

Anne nods, taking his face in her hands. “Yes, Cale. I’m sure.”

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February 13, 2022

Anne woke up the next morning, the events of the night before rushing back despite finding the space he had occupied in her bed empty. Her dress was on the floor, Cale’s red bowtie somehow having ended up on her night stand. Maybe he left it there as an excuse to see her again, making a mental note to put it in the living room so she would remember it the next time she saw him.

He had slipped out at some point that morning, Anne playing the voicemail that he left her while she slipped on a t-shirt to cover herself. “Hey, Anne. Sorry, I couldn’t stay, but morning skate was calling. I,” she hears him sigh, knowing he had a stupid grin on his face for whatever it was he was about to say, “I can’t wait to have another night like last night with you.”

It was her turn to have the stupid smile on her face as Cale continues, “Um, anyway, I’ve got something going on with JT and some of the other guys tomorrow for Valentine’s Day, a, uh, charity thing? I think? So would you be free this weekend for a proper date for the holiday? You know, not as crowded, not as much pressure, ideally the same outcome, if you’ll allow it? Oh, hey Tyson,” she hears him say, figuring that he was calling her on the way into the rink despite her being unable to hear Tyson. “Yeah, I’m planning Valentine’s Day with Anne. No, not tomorrow night, this weekend. Uh, Anne, I’ve gotta go, but let me know about, say, Friday night? Alright, talk to you later. Bye.”

Valentine’s Day date with Cale? Part two, more like, but still. Anne liked the sound of that.

“So, uh,” Tyson starts, already dreading what he was about to hear from his teammate given what he had heard him say into his phone. “You and Anne?”

“Yeah,” Cale breathes out, chuckling at the thought of what happened last night. “We, um,” Cale couldn’t even get a full sentence out, acting like a child who just got the toy he had been begging his parents for on Christmas morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he was that happy. “We spent the night together last night. I left from her place this morning.”

More of their teammates were filtering into the locker room, looking at Cale’s face turn bright red while Tyson stood there with him looking like he just about wanted to die. “Ok, but did you spend the night, or spend the night?” Ryan asks.

Cale started to stammer out nonsense, not really wanting to divulge the private details of his and Anne’s night despite the guys teasing him and congratulating him for what he wasn’t saying.

“Guys, keep it civil. Anne wouldn’t want us talking about any of this,” Tyson pipes in, Cale letting out a sigh of relief as the guys disperse to get ready for morning skate.

“Thanks,” Cale tells him, going off on his own to get his gear on.

JT appears by Tyson’s side, a stupid smirk on his face. “Would Anne not want us talking about anything, or would you not want us talking about anything?”

“Well, Anne definitely wouldn’t.”

“Oh, come on, we both know Cale would never.”

“Doesn’t mean I want him to have the chance.”

“You’re treading in deep water, dude,” JT sighs.

Tyson looks at him, hating that he knew what he meant. He had barely seen Anne, despite her brother’s texts from the night before asking if Anne really couldn’t watch Harper because of the two of them going out, Tyson going along with the lie just in case. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“It seems like you don’t know what you want from Anne, either,” JT shrugs. “But Cale does, and he got it.”

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February 14, 2022

12 hour shifts were the only shifts Anne knew. And they were the shifts that Anne detested the most. She was fine the first ten hours, but the last two always seemed to suck more than anything, leaving her exhausted for the rest of the day, into the night, depending on when she got home in the first place.

All she wanted to do was order dinner from the Thai place down the street, having it delivered despite her really not needing to since it was within walking distance, plop herself on her couch and watch whatever reality TV Lucy had texted her that she thought Anne would like. Anne knew she would turn it off after a single episode and switch to Food Network, but at least she could tell her sister she tried.

Anne walks to her apartment, dragging her feet to her door when she sees someone sitting on the ground, his head down looking at his phone. “Tyson?”

He gets up, grabbing the two bags he had with him as the smell of food filled her nose. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my fake girlfriend,” he says, raising the bags while Anne opens the door to let him in.

“I’m confused,” she tells him as he sets everything down.

“Well, Matthew called me on Saturday asking if the two of us were sure we couldn’t watch his daughter, and I figured he might as well have some sort of photographic evidence as proof of us spending Valentine’s Day together,” Tyson explains. “So, I figured I’d go all out: flowers, dinner, and a present. You know, really convince them that we’re together.”

Anne stares at him for a second, not sure why her heart was racing at the thought of him going out of his way to keep up this facade with her family. “I don’t think I like that you and Matthew are so ‘buddy-buddy.’ Or that fact that he didn’t believe me the first two times I told him I was busy on Saturday night. And I thought that you guys had a charity thing tonight?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Tyson asks, handing her the container of food as she joined him on the couch, the Thai food she was planning on ordering right in front of her. “We have a groupchat. Yeah, it’s me, Sebby, Lucy, and Matthew.”

Anne scoffs, rolling her eyes at his failed attempt at a joke. “And let me guess: you gossip about me the entire time.”

“Actually,” he says, his mouth full of food, “you never come up. They think of me as the fourth sibling. The name Anne means nothing.”

Anne laughs, Tyson admiring the way her eyes closed as her smile grew. God, he wished he had gotten to her before Cale did. Why did he have to leave her alone at all on New Year’s Eve? If he were by her side the entire night like he had wanted to be, then he wouldn’t have to pretend to be her boyfriend, he could actually be getting somewhere with her.

“Hm,” Anne hums, swallowing her mouthful of food. “You said flowers and a present. When do I get those?”

“You can get them now on the condition that I can take a video to send to your siblings,” he offers, pulling out his phone and pushing the bag with the flowers and gift behind him. Anne rolls her eyes, smiling and nodding while he starts the video. He hands her the card first. “Read it.”

Anne pulls it out of the envelope, glitter getting everywhere and making her cringe, knowing that it would be impossible to get off her scrubs later on. It was covered with roses and hearts, bringing her right back to the wedding that weekend. “No one has ever made me feel like this. To the woman I love: Happy Valentine’s Day,” Anne reads, feeling a lump forming in her throat. The card was so corny, a little too corny for her taste, but coming from Tyson, she didn’t know why she loved it. She shakes her head, laughing at Tyson. “I love you, too,” she lies.

Tyson swallows hard at her words, wishing she meant them, pulling out the flowers from the bag and handing them to her. She looks down at the flowers, trying to figure out what they are before looking up at him. “Queen Anne’s Lace?”

“Queen Anne’s Lace for my Queen, Anne,” he tells her, cringing at his own words.

Anne giggles, placing them in her lap. “And my favorite flowers, anyway. Thank you, Tyson.”

“Wait, I have one more thing,” he says, hoping that the camera wasn’t shaking too much while he reached for the gift he bought her.

He hands it to her, a small red box wrapped with a gold bow. She unties it carefully, opening the box and gasping at the sight of it. A golden necklace with a white enamel heart as the charm, a golden pattern outlining the heart. “Tyson, it’s,” she starts, unable to find the words, “it’s beautiful.”

He stops the recording, figuring he had enough to hit send to his ‘girlfriend's' siblings. “Let me put it on you,” he says, Anne turning around and moving her hair out of the way. “I thought you would like it.”

Anne studies his face, the smile plastered on it despite her knowing that he didn’t mean it. “You didn’t have to do this.”

He shrugs, grabbing his food off the table and staring at it now in his lap. “It was fun. I’ve never had a girlfriend who I could buy presents like this for. I mean, I still don’t, but I have you.”

“Oh, come on. You, Tyson Jost, have never had a girlfriend? Look at you,” she says, praying that she was careful with the words she chose. “You’re gorgeous, you’re sweet, you’re funny, you get along with everyone you meet.”

Tyson hated hearing Anne go on about him, knowing that she was just saying it as a friend instead of something more. He scoffs, trying to save face from whatever pain or other emotion he was feeling. “Come on,” he says, not believing her anyway.

“I’m serious!” she insists, reaching up and starting to fidget with her new necklace. “Any girl would be lucky to have you as her boyfriend. I’m lucky to even have you as a fake boyfriend.”

Tyson nods, turning his body to face the TV instead of Anne. “So what are we watching?” he asks, changing the subject and putting his feet up on the table, Anne doing the same.

“Whatever’s on Food Network?” she suggests, holding the remote in the air pointed at the TV.

The two of them settle in, Tyson not paying attention to the show she had turned on. “Hey, what’s that?” Tyson asks, racing over to the red fabric that was on Anne’s coffee table.

“Oh,” Anne blushes, taking it from Tyson. “This is Cale’s. He, um, let it the other night,” she explains, Tyson watching her turn his teammates bowtie over in her hands.

“So you and Cale are doing pretty well?” he asks. Anne looks at him, not sure if she really wanted to tell him about it. “Come on, we’re friends. You can talk to me about anything.”

“I mean,” she says, putting down the bowtie on the table, not taking her eyes off of it. “We’re together? I think?” Tyson already hated that he even offered to listen to her talk about her and his teammate. “I like him. A lot. And I know he likes me, but,” Anne lets out a sigh, not sure where to even take her sentence.

“But, what?” Tyson asks.

“I don’t know,” she shakes her head, looking confused. “Everything is great, but it’s, I,” she stammers. “Something is off, and I can’t figure out what.”

Tyson stares at her for a second, trying to figure out what to say. “It’s probably just that it’s new,” he shrugs. “Everything seems weird when you’re still figuring it out. You and Cale will be ok,” he tells her, hating hearing those words come out of his mouth.

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February 19, 2022

Anne stared at herself in the mirror, the black turtleneck she borrowed from her sister coupled with a beige skirt and black tights on her as she got ready for her date with Cale. He was bound to show up any minute, promising each other they weren’t going to do gifts due to a general lack of time on both ends. She didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to get her a gift, however, sneaking out to the bakery down the street and buying some pastries that the two of them would like, giving them an excuse to both show up back at her apartment. And if he didn’t give her a gift, then she got the pastries all to herself.

If not, she could share them with Tyson, who had been showing up at her place or asking her to go to his place any free chance they both had.

She heard Cale knocking at her door, Anne rushing as fast as she could in her heels to answer. Cale was standing there, a black crewneck similar to her own turtleneck, paired with dark jeans, black boots, and a grey coat. Cale kisses her hello, one hand behind his back with the other resting on her hip. “Every time I see you I don’t think you could get more beautiful, and yet, you do.”

“You’re cheesy,” she jokes as he kisses her forehead, Cale laughing against her skin. “But you,” Anne says, resting her hands on his chest, “get more handsome every time I see you, too. And, you’re hiding a present behind your back, aren’t you, even though we said no presents.”

Cale laughs, closing the door behind him. “Maybe I saw this and had to get it for you,” he admits, kissing her again and holding up the bag near her head.

“Should I open it now or should I do it later when we come back here?” she flirts, holding the bag in her hand.

“Oh, we’re coming back here?” he teases her, trailing kisses down her neck.

“I might have gotten some dessert for us so we had an excuse to relive last Saturday. Plus, you left your bowtie here,” she gestures to it, still sitting on her table, “And I was thinking maybe you wear that tonight instead of keeping it off?”

Cale raises his eyebrow at her, a silly smile on his face. “And what else would I be wearing?”

Anne shrugs, pretending to act innocent. “I was thinking only the bowtie,” she tells him, feeling his grip around her tighten at the thought.

Cale kisses her again, unable to keep his hands off the girl in front of him. If he could, he would forget dinner altogether and just go straight to dessert, but he knew Anne wasn’t that kind of girl, and he wasn’t about to force her into anything she didn’t want. “Hey, I like that necklace you’re wearing,” he says, twirling the charm around in his fingers. “The heart is perfect for Valentine’s Day.”

She reaches up and takes his hand in hers. “Thanks. My sister got it for me a few years ago for my birthday,” she lies. She couldn’t tell him that Tyson had gotten it for her for Valentine’s Day.