#and they’re both so down bad for avery and avery wants them both so bad

[ravenssunshine]

i actually think what doctor odyssey is doing is so good. we are in for an extended tristan/max slowburn and it is FANTASTIC. i am thoroughly entertained. peak tv tbh!

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

With a friendship score of 39 and no romance, Piper is the lucky sim! And since we owe Pauline for ending the night at the karaoke bar with the highest level of singing skill, she will go on her date after Piper's.

I wanted Lilac to be in a better mood than she was for most of yesterday, so she took a relaxing lavender foam soak.

Possibly it worked a little too well.

Romantic Aura, says Spencer? Yes please! He starts the day by giving a rose to Lilac… who responds by scaring him (yup, definitely way too much time spent around her good buddy Dodo). Fortunately he seems amused by her silliness. Perhaps it’s a Harper thing?

Everyone is happy because it’s Some Day Or Another that they will never get to celebrate. (Neighbourhood Brawl, it turns out. But while Agnes Crumplebottom will likely be celebrating, we will not.)

Pauline made breakfast, while Spencer made an observation.

Looks like his preferences are closer to Leo’s than to Dodo’s.

Last night was the first that the sims slept over, and Caden reveals a surprising... what Agnes may call a 'youthful indiscretion.' It's just a tattoo, Agnes, but I likewise concur that he didn't seem the type. Does our corporate shark has a creative side? Well, he does have 'piano' as one of his likes, and recently took up knitting.

Avery - go piss girl! Literally no one is stopping you. They take the very long route to the party bush outside, when there's a toilet right through the wall from them. Never change, Sims.

With the lot traits it was only a matter of time, and Lilac did not disappoint.

Lilac and Spencer sojourning upstairs means that as per usual, it’s time for chore montage hour. Which may be less interesting than whatever's happening in Lilac's bedroom, but it's also less likely to get me banned from Tumblr.

Caden and Piper were our gardeners, but as Piper twice refuses the Watcher’s request to do some work, they’re sent to sleep on the couch. Instead Pauline (who has been the MVP of this household so far) takes their place, while Avery becomes our piano sim and Aubrey grinds through handiness.

Aubrey grows tense over last night's failed Graffiti Heist (any one of us could have told you why that wouldn't have worked) so she is the latest pixel to take up yoga.

As we see, some sims are definitely taking more advantage of the lot traits than others, but with a date scheduled, will Piper be able to push through their UNFLIRTY nature?

Since a little bikini time never hurt the mood, the date takes place on a Strangerville community lot. (I wrote down who it was by but can I find it in my notes? No, I can't.)

A moment to appreciate Piper’s merfolk form.

As with the first household dates, Lilac performs one friendly and one flirty interaction, then the pair are left to their own devices. It’s not a bad time by any means, but both she and I get the sense that friendship is enough for the other sim (for now, at least).

Piper then goes downstairs to swim and with our time almost up, I don’t see the need to continue the date to its full three hours.

Pauline arrives and the mood is instantly more charged. They make their way to the hot tub and Lilac makes some moves.

And yes, woo hoo was had.

The pair are home for all of a hot minute when NOSY Sim Spencer spies on Pauline, and attempts to dish for dirt.

Things continue to improve between Caden and Lilac. Today his attempt to embrace her is successful, and they even sit together for dinner.

More singing about yet another holiday that the Watcher really should have removed from this household's calendar had she a single organized bone in her body, then it's time for bed.

@plasmafruittree @x-digitaldollhouse-x @mdshh

@invisiblequeen @sleepyselkiesims @akitasimblr

[lyrakanefanatic]

Congratulations!

A book similar to inheritance games:🎃

☕️: Academic rival jameson hawthorne fic.

🍂: A double date (lyra x Grayson) + (Avery x jameson )

thank you!!

for 🎃, im sure you’ve probably heard this before, but the naturals by jennifer lynn barnes. the plot isn’t exactly the same as it’s about a young group in the fbi called “the naturals” but it’s similar in ways like them solving things like the inheritance games. it’s more similar character wise though, as a lot of characters are very much like the ones in the inheritance games. there’s also the found family trope of ur into that, and also a similar love triangle!!

there’s also another book, called “heiress takes all”, and it’s said to be very similar to the inheritance games and oceans 11. i don’t know what it’s about much, (as i haven’t read it) but im sure if you search it up on amazon or goodreads you should be able to read the blurb!!

for ☕️, im assuming that u mean an au and im so sorry but i am TERRIBLE at writing au’s 😭😭 im also really bad at writing *character* x reader but i can still try and write those, where as au’s are just so hard for me 😭😭 im so sorry but if u want something else done feel free to request it again!!

for 🍂, sure!!

LYRA X GRAY + AVERY X JAMESON DOUBLE DATE HEAD CANONS:

• lyra and grayson show up a bit late (nothing extreme, just like 5-10 minutes) which surprised both avery and jameson because grayson is never late

• they found out after that it was because lyra wanted to match with grayson last minute and scrapped her whole outfit to match with his ☠️☠️

• they would probably go to a restaurant first, and then maybe go to a second location

• it started with small talk about their lives and days, but then slowly it turned into jameson and grayson seeing who can embarrass each other more by telling humiliating stories about each other from their childhoods 😭💀

• as soon as jameson reached the leather pants story though, grayson switched the topic and stopped with the whole competition

• lyra was curious but left it alone… for now. 😈

• lyra ordered a pasta, grayson ordered a steak, avery ordered fancy fish?? (idfk what they serve at fancy restaurants just think of the most expensive and tasty fish u can buy 💀🙏) and jameson ordered… chicken wings ☠️☠️

• lyra made fun of him for it and then jameson told grayson to break up with her

• in fact, lyra ends up making fun of him the whole night 💀

jameson to the waiter: “can i have some chicken wings please?”

jameson, once the waiter walks away: “I haven’t had chicken wings 3 months!”

lyra, snickering: “you look like you’ve had enough chicken wings for 3 months”

jameson gives her a wounded look and rolls his eyes, turning to grayson: “she’s mean, you should break up with her”

grayson, before he can even finish speaking: “no.”

later again that dinner…

avery: “should we get another side for seconds?”

grayson and lyra shake their heads, but jameson speaks: “can i get one? im still hungry.”

noticing grayson’s raised brow, he sighed: “don’t give me that look. matter of fact, i skipped lunch today!”

lyra, giggling again and muttering in a voice that jameson could just hear: “doesn’t look like it…”

jameson: “LYRA SHUT UP!!”

people ended up staring and as soon as the date was over and they were back at the house grayson called a beat down (just to give him an excuse to beat him up ☠️☠️🙏)

• once they do get back to the house though and grayson and jameson are done fighting, they watch a movie and jameson is secretly side eyeing grayson and lyra the whole time LMAOO

• lyra and avery end up sitting next to each other on the couch with grayson and jameson on the other side and, in whispers, gossip about them

• the boys can’t hear what they’re saying but spend more time trying to listen and hear what they’re talking about then actually watching the movie

• once they’re finished watching the movie, (and by watching the movie i mean lyra and avery gossiping while jameson and grayson try to secretly listen to them) lyra feels bad about all her fat jokes so she slips jameson a packet of gummies with a sorry note attached to them

• the gummies were from xander’s not-so-secret stash and now he officially has a fued with lyra but at least now jameson is going back to liking her 😊😊 (one hawthorne at a time people 😪😪)

THATS ALL I HOPE U LIKED THEM!! 🫶 (and im sorry again about not being able to do the ☕️ one, if you have another one u want me to do thats not about an au just lmk pls 😭)

[gardens-of-may]

ENTRY THREE - chap. 40 to chap. 46

spoilers ahead

how can he even get drunk? is no one watching him

-no they can’t just steal a car

  jamie + avery 4 eva

  that seems fun tho, to just relax and drive at break neck speeds.

they got in trouble oops

hehe the people think they're dating

  hasn't she been there for like a week tho?

  so rebecca is emily's sister then?

  so far this book seems like a childrens book

  what do you mean interested???

no not him crusty musty rat

i don't want them to kiss pls i beg you

I hate love triangle i hate everything i want to die

wtf is happening

  BITCH NUH UH

  i need to win

  what happened to libby?

  nothing that bad! yet

  why's he being so nice?

i hate it, so much 

omg libby and nash are so cute together

i need to calm tf down

  JAMIE 😍

nvm she mad 😔

😭😭😭

is she in love with both of them?

they’re so smart

end of chap. 45

[stephschoices]

Can we have some hc’s you have for your mc’s and their chosen RO from Disenchanted?! Your art is absolutely amazing, and your mc’s never miss!

Ahhhh yes!! I’m glad you like my mcs and art 🥰 tysm 💞🫶🏻

Isabelle (nephilim, Viktor route):

They will absolutely be Beauty and the Beast for Halloween

Viktors presence calms her down so she likes being around him whenever possible

When her anxiety gets going (which is often) he knows she needs more comfort and to be grounded, so he holds her hand.

They’re very touchy with each other which starts bc of Isabelle’s anxiety but at this point it’s just natural for them to always be touching in some way

If they hold hands for too long she’ll start playing with his

She doesn’t like talking to strangers so when someone comes up to talk suddenly she’ll look to Viktor and he knows to speak for her

She’ll wear his hoodies/sweaters whenever possible

When they’re sleeping together she likes to sleep on his chest and cover them both / wrap her wings around them

She likes to smooch the base of his horns to get him flustered 🤭

At some point Isabelle will start calling viks parents mom and dad

Leliana (siren, Lucien route):

They will absolutely be Ariel and Eric for Halloween (if that wasn’t obvious from my recent art 🤭)

Leliana will tell Lucien “I love you” all the time, because she never stopped and she wants him to know she always will

When the moment is right and she sees his back with no shirt on she’ll kiss the scar on his wing/back

Even tho it’s hard for nephilims with wings to swim, she’d definitely take him swimming in the shallow part/shore of the ocean. Lucien is always mesmerized by her siren form so she’ll splash him to get him to focus lol

Her legs get tired easily, especially when she wears heels. So when Lucien notices her getting too tired he’ll carry her bridal style wherever they need to go

They’ll take baths together and Leliana will like to wash Lucien’s hair and just cuddle for a few min before getting out

Leliana will mayhaps like to softly bite him with her sharp teeth during spicy times 🫣

Kamry (wraith, Avery route):

Less obvious than the others but her and Avery would be Sally and Jack for Halloween

Steals Avery’s clothes whenever possible

Whenever Avery is in a bad mood she’ll do the thing where you poke someone’s mouth corners to make them smile 🤭

I’ve thought the least about her route mainly bc I know the least about Avery so I don’t have many headcanons yet I’m sorry 😅

Elena (nephilim, Theodore route):

Also less obvious but they would be Rapunzel and Eugene for Halloween

They are the literal version of the angel x demon ship trope

Theo always knows how to make her smile. When she’s sad he’ll surprise tickle her to make her laugh

They’ll post so many cute couple pictures online, everyone is jealous

When he’s being too annoying she’ll grab his tail 🤭🤭

She likes to tell him “good boy” - in the bedroom and out just to see him get a little red 🤭

When she sees him getting really angry about to go full cambion she’ll hold his hand or wrap herself around his arm to calm him down

They’ll definitely fly together, being cute in the sky, wrapping their wings around each other 🥰

👏🏻 MATCHING PLUSHIES 👏🏻 specifically, Elena’s room is very pastel cute vibes, except her one dog plushie that’s red and black and very demon looking. And Theo has one dog plushie that’s white and very angel looking 💞 I like to imagine they have a few cute matching couples stuff, like pajamas and mugs 🥰

[take2intotheshower]

Endless List of Why I Ship Jane & Kurt - Part 6 (by @kate-dammit-run)

(re-posting to preserve this list, which was originally created and posted by @kate-dammit-run, whose account was deactivated in 2023)

252. Because she’s tough. 253. Because she still loves him. 254. Because she wants love back in her life. 255. And so does he. 256. Because he’s helping her build a relationship with her daughter. 257. Because he’ll try the vegan burgers she loves so much even though they don’t taste like meat. 258. Because she knows and understands his love for chocolate. 259. Because she knows him. 260. And that’s why he loves her. 261. Because they’re a family and families forgive. 262. Because his love for cake makes her giggle. 263. The Kurt Weller Kool Aid. 264. The Weller love staying in and ordering take out. 265. But even they occasionally go out on the town. 266. And their dates are full of all kinds of Jeller-esque flirting– taking note of al exit locations and scanning the crowd for suspicious behavior. 267. Because Kurt loves that his wife picks up on people following them. 268. Because they would rather go hunt down bad guys than have a fancy dinner. 269. Because Mr. Velvet being a sex thing sounds like a good idea. 270. Because they will always show up to save each other’s lives. 271. Because Jane will stop at nothing to protect Kurt. 272. Because Jane wants them to be a family and have Avery move in. 273. Because Kurt would love to have Avery move in. 274. Because FBI corridor snuggles. 275. Because they asked Avery together to move in with them. 276. Because they just want to keep their family safe. 277. Because they spend they’re nights interrogating murderers because that’s just who they are. 278. Because she’s not Remi. 279. Because she was tailor made for him. 280. Because he will protect her no matter what, even from her mother- 281. -and even if it means risking the case. 282. Because holding hands and jumping off buildings. 283. Because all you need to negotiate a peace treaty is five minutes of spending time with Jeller. 284. Because neck kisses. 285. Because being flirty and snuggly is not allowed in Patterson’s lab unless you’re Jane and Kurt. 286. Because she can survive without Roman. 287. Because Jane’s other half is Kurt. 288. Because hand over heart is how they say ILY. 289. Because shiny beautiful rings. 290. Because when she doesn’t respond during a takedown, he leaves the scene of the arrest to go find her. 291. Because he can pick up that she’s not ok by just looking at her. 292. Because she doesn’t hesitate for a second to tell him she thinks she’s pregnant. 293. Because she watches him anxiously after she asks him how he’d feel about them having a baby. 294. Because his entire face lights up and he cannot wipe the smile of his face when she tells him she thinks she’s pregnant. 295. Because they both really want to start a family. 296. Because even after everything that Roman did to them he still understands how important he was to her and he’s there to help her mourn and get through it. 297. Because “calm and collected” Jane loses her shit and puts rage-bullets in Crawford after he gets Kurt shot. 298. Because Jane actually considers not going after Crawford and stay with Kurt after he gets shot even though they’ve spent the whole year just trying to find him. 299. Because just hearing about Jane’s illness is enough to cause Kurt to collapse. 300. Because Kurt Weller doesn’t laugh often, but the thought of having a child and a family with Jane makes Kurt Weller actually laugh. 301. Because we get to see them do it all over again. And they will fall in love all over again because their journey and their story is far from over.

[ohwhatagloomyshow]

scarlet hollow fan theories as of 12/10

ok! i read some good theories in the tag today and wanted to join in the fun and write down my own thoughts - especially bc i’m like, unnecessarily confident in them and i want bragging rights, lol. spoilers for ep 4 below!

feels fair that i start this post by saying i’d seen the reese-as-werewolf theory in the discord since i s2g ep 1 and thought “that’s funny, y’all are funny,” so you can IMAGINE MY SURPRISE at ep 4. yeah, not technically a werewolf, but A CREATURE! absolutely knocked on my ass.

THAT SAID! FEELIN PRETTY CONFIDENT ABOUT THE REST OF THIS, LOL.

so i wrote my fanfic the sacrifice to get my biggest, earliest theories on paper:

1) the scarlets (enoch, specifically) made a deal with the devil to keep the mine going

2) the seals are part of the deal

3) the seals need blood

4) tabitha killed her mother as part of the sacrifice. it didn’t work, so she’s invited you down so she can try it again.

THIS BEING SAID, i don’t know if even i fully believe that tabitha is/has been planning to kill the player. i don’t know how much i think tabitha killed her mom, even! that’s just the way the story has been leading me to think, and they’re certainly interesting theories to ponder when looking at tabitha’s behavior.

I do firmly believe enoch made a pact with the devil, i firmly believe the seals are part of it, and i firmly believe the seals are activated with blood.

I’ve held these theories since ep 1 into ep 2. now ep 4 has tangled my timeline a bit, and i really need to reread the books on the scarlets in the library for more timeframe clarity. even typing this out, i realized one of my theories conflicts with another one, which i’ll get into below. post-ep 4, my theories are as follows:

1) my initial hunch was that enoch had made a deal with the devil to save the mines and the town. this required blood sacrifice, and led to the creation of the seals, one of the first seals was placed in the Shaw mine. enoch purposefully used the ruined wood to cause a collapse and create an easy sacrifice. however!

2) his brother teddy’s injury was an honest mistake, and enoch’s dealing with the witch is totally unconnected to the original dark deal.

OR!

1) enoch used the ruined wood in typical capitalist fashion: cheaper costs, screw the risks.

2) teddy lost the use of his legs in the mine collapse. enoch, consumed with guilt, went to the witch to make some sort of bargain - both to restore the mine and goodwill in the town, and for his brother’s health.

now, this part works with either option: enoch then lied about teddy’s death in the mines and locked him up in the estate because he couldn’t bear to lose his baby brother. i think whatever agreement he made with the witch gave teddy supernatural powers instead of giving him his legs back.

so, in in ep 3, avery plays teddy. this became clear to me upon a replay before ep 4′s release, where avery says something like they’d use those fine legs and get out of town. oh, i thought, that’s the sentiment of someone who can no longer use their legs. then bam: ep 4, teddy can’t use his legs, enoch says it’ll be fine, and we know the person in the estate could sense edwardine’s pregnancy. thus! teddy is given some sixth sense in exchange for his legs, as part of enoch’s bargain with the witch OR the devil (they could be the same! i’m differentiating them because i don’t think the witch is the cause of ALL the bad things).

assuming i’m correct and the seals need blood, where better else to put another one than in a hospital for people who cough up blood?

i do not know why there’s a seal under town hall (the library). i do believe edwardine had to kill charles jr there, specifically, and that it’s not a coincidence.

i also am leaning toward edwardine doing a lot of the other killings throughout the family history (except for her brothers, i do not think she went with them to kill them on D-Day, or forged those documents, lmao.) i’m VERY interested in the theory that charles jr’s son, andrew, wasn’t actually a stillbirth. i think there’s a reason a lot of the young girls have died in the family. i think there’s a reason your mom was basically driven out of town by the treatment from her family. 

additional theories: sybil is the cat, no question. i don’t remember when i started distrusting her - may lean on the side of tooting my own horn and saying even episode 1 because i didn’t like the way she kept secrets and talked about the ditchlings/duke’s death. she’s absolutely controlling kaneeka with the tea, though to what end i’m not sure. i don’t necessarily believe she’s fully sinister but she is absolutely an antagonist.

wayne. my pet theory on wayne now is he’s possessed by the spirit of an earlier scarlet. this is obviously incorrect from the romance option for him, but i’m trying to work out how i could be right without incest lmao. he’s a dead body possessed by a spirit connected to our family.

finally, returning to my fic, i don’t believe there’s a seal in our basement because, from the way the game has been going, we should probably feel connected to it, and we don’t at all. but maybe tabby’s already interacted with it? maybe that’s dulled our interest/pull to it? idk. just wanted to put it out there that i’m pretty sure that’s a bad guess on my end.

i do think we’re gonna find another one in the woods, around where our one relative died while hiking (was that enoch? definitely murdered)

man i just love this game so much, and would LOVE to talk about with anyone, especially if we’re strangers but you made it this whole way through after finding this post in the tag! i love you!

[shepevansfm]

CONNECTIONS +

FAMILY

PARENTS: country music star, dwight evans & former super model, mary evans (Divorced)

OLDER SIBLING: samuel evans

YOUNGER SIBLING: stacey evans

YOUNGER SIBLING: saylor evans

POSITIVE TAKEN

BEST FRIEND: through thick and thin these two have been there for each other through it all. shep really isn't sure where he would be withouth miles. — miles hudson

SMOKE BUDDIES: just a couple of people who get their kicks smoking some weed when theyr'e not in classes — ali rutherford

PARTNER IN CRIME: getting into trouble and talking their way out of trouble is what they do — noah puckerman

FRIENDS: shep met avery met because of their parents. dragged to various country music events is where they got to know each other. they aren't necessarily the closest of friends, but avery appreciates his place in her life. — avery dunn

PLATONIC SOULMATE: they’ve been attached at the hip after they met and even though they have no romantic connection they have plenty platonic connection. — jemma sylvester

PARTY PALS: these two used to party together when they started at psu but now she’s there to support him through his sobriety — dani flores

FAVORITE PROFESSOR: shep has been in a few of sam's different level english classes and has loved every one. — sam pierce

POSITIVE OPEN

ROOMMATE: yep they live together

SOBER PEEPS: anyone else who is living sober like he is

TUTOR: shep hasn't always been the brightest, especially when it comes to math and science so he needs a tutor.

UNREQUITED CRUSH TURNED FRIENDS: based solely on looks and never having held an actual conversation, shep had a little crush on them, and as a result, asked them on a date. they let him down quickly but gently, explaining he was adorable but she isn't into him. from this, a friendship blossomed, perhaps a little awkward at first but much better with time

CHILDHOOD FRIEND(S): would have to be from nashville

BEST FRIEND(S): a close circle of friends

ACQUAINTANCES: they're both seniors who have seen each other around campus and have shared friends so they're casual

RIDE OR DIE: that one person that matters more to him than anyone else

FRIENDS: people he’s getting to know better

LIKE A SISTER/LIKE A BROTHER: a sibling bond

FRIENDS WHO DRIFTED: were close possibly freshman year but have managed to drift apart

ROLE MODEL: someone she looks up to

UNLIKELY FRIENDS: these two you wouldn’t necessarily pair up together but they work well together

DEALER: he smokes weed so he needs someone to buy from

NEGATIVE TAKEN

DISLIKE: jake and bree have a past, shep is currently fake dating bree. they're both protective and defensive of her. so, you can see where both boys don't get along. — jake puckerman

NEGATIVE OPEN

RIVAL: could be anyone that was also on the football or basketball teams before his injury

INTIMIDATED BY: someone who’s doing everything right and getting what they want

DISTRUST: for one reason or another, could just be vibes, he doesn’t trust them

ROMANTIC TAKEN

YOURE MY BEST FRIEND BUT IVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FROM THE DAY I MET YOU: will and dwight were both judges on a reality tv show when they met. because they had kids around the same age the two would run around set together. though they weren't always together after that, shep did his best to support charlie through his transition and now they trauma bond over hatred of their fathers, lol — charlie schuester

PR RELATIONSHIP: currently together just for the cameras their publicists thought they would help each other’s careers and image. they occasionally hook up but it's nothing serious - bree brown

EXES ON BAD TERMS: marley and shep dated when he was 21 and she was 25, making a connection thanks to a mutual friend they dated for a few months before shep cheated on marley with a friend from home. — marley rose

FLIRTATIONSHIP: they’re having a lot of fun just flirting with each other, shep finds morgan very attractive and can’t help but have a little fun — morgan weston

ROMANTIC OPEN

CRUSH (FOR HIM): been crushing on them a little while now

CRUSH (FOR THEM): someone who’s doing everything has a crush on him

FIRST TIME: he lost his virginity freshman year

FIRST LOVE: the first person to really make him know what love was

EX FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: anyone in the past that was a casual fling

HOOK UPS/ONE NIGHT STANDS: self explanatory

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: a good hook up never hurt nobody… or did it?

++ = future plot, has yet to happen in game

hit me up for more plots, i’m always up for it!

[thefvrious]

marina had been looking for adventure, but what was new? that was every night. she craved adventure and the unknown and avery had been a promise of both, that promise proving truer as the minutes ticked by. she pulls avery in closer when the other is so bold as to link their arms, their hips bump together, and she offers the brunette a little wink and a smile, all approving of her and what she’s saying, what they’re doing. “a real bad bitch, huh?” she repeats, her teeth with and gleaming, belying their own dangerous nature. these teeth can, and will, take chunks. but not out of a pretty little thing like avery. “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet, darlin’.” she says, following avery’s lead. this is her adventure, after all. marina’s just along for the ride.

“he’s older. he had the burden of taking care of me when our mom got locked up, i mean, we went to stay with our uncle, but we were sort of left to fend for ourselves. so, i do what he does.” marina continues, grinning, her shoulders coming up and falling back down as if that’s so simple, as if avery can deduce what it is the two of them do just by this simple, vague conversation. “he’s the strong, silent, stubborn type, but he’s soft for me, and i think that’s beautiful.” she continues, flashing those teeth at avery again as she waits for instructions on what to do next, listens to what the gorgeous woman next to her has to say. “i also find beauty in the mundane… the day-to-day, so i’m certain i’d love your pieces.” she says with confidence. truthfully, she wants to keep avery around, knows that already and is excited by the prospect. mina’s not usually the type, gets bored early, has her fun and then leaves like a thief in the night. this time, however, she can see things unfolding a little differently. “we breaking in to see some of your work or someone else’s?” she teases.

alright. maybe this wasn't QUITE THE WAY she imagined her night going.

at the start it seemed like she'd just drink away her frustrations, go home, throw some paint, and find herself drinking a bottle of wine on her own. wasn't this better? she always loved a woman with taste, and it was almost undeniable - who could say mina was ANYTHING but a treat? an arm links around her own ; she'll take the claim, and be that bold. why not? life was shaded in so many colours, and who was she to miss out on an opportunity? after all, the miss of her day was proving to be the boon of her dark night, and she's always been the first to say yes to almost anything. "are you? i doubt it. you give me more... boss vibe. a real perra mala, you know?"

her tone twists warm around the words. but then again, didn't she consider herself one? it's all about THE CONFIDENCE you hold, and nobody could deny that she held her spine right upwards, as if daring someone to push her hold of her own self. try me. the challenge all but built into every step she took, careless. "your brother? tell me more about him. why? what does he do? and what do you find beautiful - and don't say me. i already know that." the sly smile, and she's finally loosening her hold, one step, two... "honestly, i've tried all types of art before i settled on painting. both my parents are painters, modern art, the kind that people stare at for hours looking for meaning. i wanted to create that feeling, but, i didn't want to be a pale and cheap copy of my parents. so i do more portraiture, still life... the world, you know? it's ordinary things, that people forget. i try to showcase where the magic comes in for that. small, everyday moments, like a cup of coffee, spilled sugar, cream still dissipating in the black. i love that. i want to capture that chaos. otherwise... it's too easy to forget yourself, these things, in the greater flow of the world."

- @thefvrious

[senkicho]

The final gambit

I feel like i really needed time to process this book and calm down before i made this. i KNOW it’s been months  and everyone has already move on, but i need to get this out of my chest, at least so i can move on and stop whining to my friends. 

First, Avery. I loved Avery so damn much throughout the entire trilogy and this book really solidified that. I love how smart, confident and bold she is. I love how unafraid she is, and how much she cares about the people around her. They are very few protagonists i have liked as much as i like her.  Honestly, i am an AveryGrayson girly at heart, but this book made it easier for me to stomach her with Jameson. I loved them both as individual characters, but this book actually made me ‘happy’ to see them together. I’d never thought that possible, but even though i wanted her with Grayson, seeing her with Jamie made my heart swell, even if i wanted to rip my hair out. At first i thought of them more as mirrors, and while i am usually into that type of relationship, here i really wasn’t rooting for it. But now i see that was kind of the point. Both Avery and Jameson deserve someone who will always bet on them, who will support them, and who will just.... complete them in such a unique way. They’re partners, equals and best friends.  Even though some of their scenes made me backtrack, in the end i was really satisfied with their ending ( thats a lie, i was screaming and trowing up, literally bowling my eyes out). 

Next, Grayson. This is the part where i think people may disagree a bit more. I was very dissatisfied with Gray’s ending in this book. Especially before i knew there was a fourth book coming out. My man really went through it this book, and his ending felt so dissatisfying . I mean, a girl who looks like the girl he was once in love with,  the girl who ripped him and his brother apart, the girl whose death he blames himself for, the girl who once manipulated and betrayed him, suddenly appeared, and people expect him to be okay? The trauma, flashbacks and PAIN that must have evoked through him must be insane. It would’ve been bad enough if it was any girl, but one as manipulative as Eve? I have to admit his behaviour annoyed me at times through the book, but it’s so understandable . And as happy as i was, that he finally got it out in the chapel, the way he just left was so.... sad. 

“ There are so many things i will never say ”  “ You hated the idea of me. But not you, never you. ” 

WDYM BY THAT? THE UTTER PAIN THIS QUOTES ERECTS FROM ME? I swear i was sobbing , he deserves so much better. Which leads me to my next point. I think that IF Gray was to have another love interest, ( thats a huge if), i’d like it to be someone completely unrelated to Jameson and Avery. At this point, i know a lot of people would be annoyed if a new character was introduced just to be a love interest, but i need Gray to fall for someone who will, and has ever loved ONLY him. No love triangle shit, just them. He deserves that much at least, and it would be so unsatisfying if it’s another ex, or someone Jameson was once involved with. And that’s if, he were to have another love interest. I’d be really happy if he just healed, forgave himself and moved on. I’d be more than satisfied with that. 

As for other characters, i really love libbynash. They were so cute and their talks about having a daughter  healed my heart a little. I was a pissed, about the way the other characters treated Alisa, so i hope she gets more than this in the other books ( Alisa stan forever! ). Max and Xander were perfect, the book bouquet literally made me melt.... so thank you JLB i’m officially jealous. Thea and Bex deserve everything , and seeing them grow, and support each other throughout the trilogy really made sad for both of them, but also weirdly satisfied?

I loved the mystery’s and the plot, though i liked them in the first and second book a BIT better. I think it’s a bit weird, because some of my favourite mystery’s were in this book; so i loved them individually, just not a whole. It’s weird. Some scene’s can’t be topped though. I’m really looking forward ward to what the new book will do in terms  of plot and characters so.... Yea can’;t wait for the next book, have really really high hopes and expectations for it. 

4 star read

[fischerfrey]

"Merlin, I hate this class!”, day 03 of @cursebreakerfarrier ‘s Back to School Challenge

Word count: 550

Hogwarts is going through some changes during Max Avery’s fourth year. (Max uses she/they pronouns.)

Autumn Term of 1995

Max had her head buried in a dusty old book about the history and appliances of different types of antidotes, when Ginny Weasley burst into the dorm in a flurry of robes and frankly, bad vibes.

“I cannot believe that horrid, ugly, old hag!” she bellowed and tossed her bag of books haphazardly on the bed, with its contents tumbling to the floor one after another. Max closed her book and glanced up.

“Some of us are trying to study,” they said with barely contained annoyance.

“Well, I’m terribly sorry, Avery, but Umbridge’s little inquisitors are on some sort of power trip and Gryffindor just lost 70 points over practically nothing!”

“So, this ugly, old hag you mentioned… Umbridge or Parkinson?” Max asked tentatively.

That solicited a laugh out of Ginny, at least. “I did mean Umbridge but works both ways.”

“With you I can never tell,” Max muttered and went back to her book. She had to get the reading done if she ever wanted to start on the essay.

“What are you studying for?” asked Ginny.

“Bloody potions,” Max said. “I haven’t even gotten started on the essay on antidotes yet.”

“I’ve got half a roll, I think,” Ginny said and knelt down to pick her school supplies from the floor. “Ah, here we are,” she said after a brief pause. “No wait, I lied, I only have the title.”

“You wouldn’t want to steal your friend Granger’s notes from last year?”

“You assume she hasn’t taken them home to catalogue alphabetically?”

“Right, I guess I just have to get through this book, then,” Max said in defeat. It wasn’t that she disliked learning about antidotes per se, but Professor Snape truly excelled in giving the most tedious, most dry, most excruciating homework anyone had ever thought of.

“Tell you what,” Ginny continued, getting up from the floor. “Let’s be study buddies.”

“What?”

“C’mon, it’ll be a lot more fun to get through that monstrosity together, besides, I have sweets!”

Max considered it. They weren’t exactly the best of friends with Ginny, in accordance with Max’s whole family being Slytherins and most of them also supporters of You-Know-Who. Things had improved with her dormmates a little this year though. The school had been divided into those who believed Harry Potter and those who didn’t, with Dolores Umbridge reigning supreme over the disbelievers. But Max knew Potter was telling the truth, had heard it from her own father’s mouth, and she had no intention of starting to play the role of the dutiful daughter now, when she never had before.

“Okay,” they said eventually. “But I’ll hold you to those sweets.”

Ginny fished several bags and boxes of Honeyduke’s products from her bedside table’s drawer. “I wouldn’t lie about sweets.”

Ginny handed her a bag of liquorice wands. “You like these, right?”

“They’re alright,” said Max and took the bag. She loved them, in fact.

“Good, let’s get started then, we’ve got a lot to get through.”

Max made room on her bed so Ginny and her copious amounts of sweets and school supplies could fit. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have female friends that weren’t her sister. Especially if it included not having to deal with Snape’s bloody essays all alone.

[cloudy-leonhart]

I JUST READ YOUR VETERANS WITH FILIPINO S/O AND IM SO PROUD WCEIWVEHHW, can i also request a veteran reaction to like, their s/o gets flirted with a guy and their s/o is totally oblivious. (also, nanaba is very cute, ate nana 😭✊)

wait but this is such a good request 🥺 maybe that’s just me, I like jealous headcanons lmao-

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AOT VETERANS JEALOUS HCS WITH OBLIVIOUS S/O!!

[author note: I have a few fic requests in my inbox rn! Please dw if u requested a fic, it takes me a little longer to write fics than headcanons so please don’t think I’m ignoring your request! I also had to rewrite this, I had a bad weekend and tumblr keeps deleting my drafts but I still want to provide for my followers, so I apologize that it’s only half of the veterans! I’ll add Nanaba and Moblit once I do get the motivation too! ]

Summary: S/O get’s flirted with, vets are big jealous babies.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Recommended Song: How Long - Charlie Puth.

TW: some swearing, suggestive themes, yucky boys hitting on you.

Theme: Fluff, canonverse.

Characters: Erwin, Hange, Levi, Miche.

Erwin Smith

Honestly even he couldn’t tell at first that the noble man (lets call him, Gene.) you were talking to was flirting with you.

You were absolutely oblivious, you think Gene is just having a conversation with you and Gene thinks you like him.

When Erwin notices it, at first he’s like “hmm, maybe Reader’s talking business with him.” And then Gene kissed the back of your hand, in which he felt his eye twitching. He started pouting really bad, he looked like a kicked puppy from across the ballroom. He didn’t want to be rude, so he kept reassuring himself that it was a friendly gesture.

You were absolutely clueless, like “this is fine.” clueless. You had no idea Gene was trying his hardest to court you. Until You felt Erwin behind you, that is.

You know those big coughs that you do to get someone’s attention. Yeah, Erwin coughed REALLY loud. Mind you, Erwin probably towers most nobles. So imagine the face on Gene when he saw this tall, titan-slaying commander towering over him. I think he almost peed his pants honestly, he was like “uh..it was nice meeting you, miss Last name, but uh..I- I uhm.. Igottago-“

Yeah he speed-walked his scared ass outta there, you were kinda just like “what?” You saw Erwin’s shadow and just turned around with the cutest smile on your face.

“Erwin!” You chirped, he softened his glare on the noble and looked at you, cue his pout coming back. “You really didn’t know?”

“Know what?” You asked, walking with him, hand in hand. You guys were walking back to your carriage to go home for the night.

“Reader, he was flirting with you, quite literally trying to court you.” Erwin groaned, his jealousy starting to show. You were still a bit confused, so you just stared at him with a blank expression.

“He was just being nice Erwin, come on.” You nudged his arm, trying to get him to loosen up, he looked at you, in which you looked at him with puppy dog eyes, in response he groaned, being a sucker for your puppy dog eyes.

He huffed, “you’re staying back at the headquarters from now on.” Your eyes widened slightly, “What?! Why?!” You shook him arm. “Because I don’t want you being flirted with, you’re mine reader, and I’m yours.” Erwin squished your cheeks together.

“Owf Cwouse I’m youws-“ you took his hands off your cheek. “You’re the only man for me,” you laughed as you entered the carriage.

“Now get in, I’m feeling a little empty inside and you’re the only who can fix that.”

Levi Ackerman

Oh dear, if you’re willing to flirt with the Levi Ackerman’s S/O, you’re basically asking for a death wish.

He usually isn’t too jealous when it comes to someone flirting with his S/O genuinely because he’s either busy doing something or he isn’t there at all but...

He’s not called Humanity’s Strongest for nothing. Both of you were in charge for training the cadets. You were known for your kind behaviour, so obviously a lot of the cadets would ask for your training.

In which Levi was okay with because, duh less work for him. He was doing fine until he glanced at you and saw a male cadet getting a little too close. (calling him, Sam.)

You guys were in a secret relationship at the time, he didn’t want anyone teasing you or him about anything so both of you kept it a secret.

See, he regrets that decision right now because it’s really a pain in the ass to see Sam acting like he doesn’t know the moves when he knows damn well he taught the brat those moves a week ago.

So with a clenched jaw, he glared at Sam as you were behind the cadet, teaching him the same move Levi taught him.

Levi looked across the field to see you behind Sam, helping him strike his punch correctly, he felt angered and a little jealous, watching you be so touchy with him.

He sighed and shook his head, trying to calm himself to keep him from doing something, that is until he watched as Sam tripped you just so he could “catch” you. He caught you in those romantic poses.

You weren’t really paying attention to what he was trying to achieve and instead thanked him, unaware of his plan to kiss you. You tried to get out of Sam’s hold, until you realized that Sam was getting close to you.

You were about to start freaking out until someone pulled you into their arms, you looked at your “saviour”’s face, seeing it’s Levi. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to a section commander, cadet?” Sam gulped, walking back. “Just making sure captain Reader’s okay, captain Levi.” Sam saluted, sweating profusely.

“That requires you tripping them and almost kissing them?” Levi’s eyebrow raised as his arm tightened against your waist, that’s when a lightbulb lights up in your mind, ‘Is..is Levi jealous??’ “uh well-” Sam tried to explain himself, “I taught you this move last week, you have no excuse to ask for captain Reader’s help.”

A scowl was long planted on Levi’s face. Sam scoffed, “Okay, so I wanted to court captain Reader, but Sir, they’re single, you can’t blame for wanting to court them.” Levi took a step forward, you prevented him from beating Sam up.

“They’ve got a boyfriend.” He spat out, basically death staring Sam down. “And who’s that?” Sam laughed out.

Levi clicked his tongue, before you knew it, Levi’s lips were on yours. “Me.” He stated.

Hange Zöe

Hange, they usually are chill most of the times, to be honest they don’t get too jealous, it’s only when it’s painfully obvious, that’s when it starts to tick them off.

I mean, making Levi Ackerman mad is one thing, but Hange?? I’m already planning your funeral. One of the corps’ rules, never ever make Hange Zöe mad.

It does not help when their S/O absolutely is oblivious. 

Hange starts off with being a little skeptical and glancing at you from afar. then it becomes a stare once in a while, and then their mood gets soiled.

they start to become irritated, at this one garrison squad member (let’s name him Avery) talking with you. You should actually be helping them with their experiments.

And they snap when they see you being offered a flower.

Little clueless Reader, just confirmed Avery’s death, it’s been signed this point on.

You could hear AND feel Hange’s stomps nearing both you and Avery.

God help the poor garrison member, because they’re about to be sent to heaven with how jealous and irritated Hange is.

“Hey, Avery.” Hange’s voice cut through your guys’ conversation, “Hange!” you chirped, holding onto the flower Avery had gifted you. “Hange! You’ve met Reader here right?” Avery asked, also unaware of Hange’s attitude.

“yes, they’re actually my partner.” Hange’s teeth was gritted as they took their rightful place beside you, pulling you close. Cue the awkward silence, “Oh my god, Hange I’m so sorry, I thought they were you know-” Hange didn’t even let him finish. 

“Just get the fuck out, Avery.” Hange gave him a glare that almost made Avery shit his pants. “Yes captain!” He saluted and left before Hange could murder him. “What was that about, Hange?” You asked as they took the flower out of your hand.

“He was courting you, and you were letting him, darling.” Hange stated, as you covered your mouth with your hand, “Oh! I’m sorry Hange! Darn it, I’m so oblivious.” You scolded yourself.

“It’s good you can still remember that you belong to me.” Hange continued, inspecting the flower gifted to you. “Of course, you only, Hange.” You agreed, looking at them. 

“Wanna prove it to me then, Reader?”

Miche Zacharias

Miche is kind of like a grizzly bear, you should never be around him when he’s mad or jealous. 

He tends to be more aggressive when it comes to him being irritated, I don’t mean to headcanon him as a wolf, but I know he just growls when a little thing goes wrong.

He’s possessive over you now, but now he’s basically just suffocating you with his over-protectiveness.

I feel as if he can tell when someone has some kind of weird scent, and it basically spoils everything he can smell.

He tends to hover around you once he gets jealous, he’ll get clingy and probably need to have you touching him somehow, holding hands, side by side. He just needs to be touching you.

He’s the type of person to also just, push away who ever you’re talking with, and just drag you away. 

One time, you and him went on a date and the person who worked there hit on you right in front of him, Miche made him almost piss his pants.

Miche and you were out at an event for survery corps members, celebrating your recent successes with your latest expedition. Miche was with Erwin and Levi while you chatted up a storm with a noble named Walter. 

Miche could feel himself about to break his glass, watching you and Walter laugh together. “So, are you seeing anyone?” Walter asked, you stopped laughing, shocked that he’d ask you that question out of nowhere.

“What?-” At this point Walter had a hold of both of your hands, you were absolutely still in place, “Actually don’t mind that, can I court you?” A big smile was on Walter’s face, wondering about your answer. “I-” 

“You actually can’t, they have a boyfriend.” Miche had long appeared behind you, towering over both you and Walter. You closed your eyes, in a bit of relief, “Yes, this is Miche, he’s a section commander and my boyfriend.” You smiled, hooking your hand with Miche’s, silently hoping that Walter would leave you both alone.

“Ah, I’m terribly sorry, I thought you didn’t have a partner, that’s my fault.” Walter quickly apologized, seeing how intimidating Miche was. “well, I-..I should go, it was lovey meeting you and your boyfriend, Reader.” Walter speed-walked his way out of his situation, leaving you with a pouty and jealous Miche. 

“Why talk to those who look like they have it tiny, Reader?”

[necros-writing-stuff]

what do you think the LIs would be like as siblings?

Oh some of them would be terrible.

I'm presuming you mean platonic, but this is my blog so if not, let me know.

Alex

Such a bully. Especially if they're older.

Will want to playfight all of the time, and bothers you until you say yes.

Eats all of your snacks.

The sibling that stands in the doorway and stops you going through it, just to be a dick.

Also hogs the bathroom, if you bang on the door for them to hurry up, they'll stay in for another minute.

Avery

Competitive.

Wants all of the praise and attention from your parents/carers.

Makes comments about your appearance to make you feel bad, and make them look better.

If you're doing better, they'll be petty and will attempt to drag you down.

Black Wolf

Also competitive, but is fun about it.

Playfights a lot, too. But don't forget that they're the alpha, not you. Will put you in your place.

Might urge you to go off and start a pack of your own eventually.

If not, you'll be here helping raise their pups.

Aware that you could come after the alpha position and is wary of you because of it.

Eden

Extremely overprotective.

Threatens all of your partners, asks you to live in the forest with them so you're out of that town.

Doesn't want to talk about the rest of the family. Appreciates if you respect that boundary.

Communicates with you mostly in gestures and grunts, the meanings of which you know by heart.

Great Hawk

You haven't really seen them since they flew the nest, but it's nice to fly into them on hunts.

Excited to talk about mates and chicks, to see how you're both doing.

Might share some nice hunting spots, and advice on avoiding landwalkers with metal things that go bang.

You can't come to the nest though. That's too much now. You may be siblings, but one of you could harm the other to survive.

Kylar

Steals your clothes without asking. And your laptop. And your mechanical pencil.

Lock your door when you leave, basically.

Really looks up to you, or feels protective of you depending on who's older.

Will talk your ear off about their crush, and wants to hear all about your love life.

Comes to you for relationship advice, but does get upset if your imply they're going too far with their obsession.

Robin

If you're older, Robin may rely on you for support in the orphanage. If you paid your debt off and left, or are still doing it, they'll ask for help.

If you're younger, Robin will be trying to find a way to get you out before Bailey starts making you pay.

Plays lots of games with you.

Reads you to sleep, sometimes - or asks you to read them to sleep.

Paranoid they'll lose you like your parents.

Sydney

You hardly see them due to how hard they work.

But when you do, they always ask how you're doing.

You both got in trouble for doodling on the walls by Sirris when you were younger.

You still doodle on each other.

Talking about books in pillow forts, falling asleep in them and waking up early for school.

Looking at each other for help if Sirris tries to give The Talk.

Whitney

You know how siblings fight, and you never say sorry? You just ask if they want something, get them the thing, and thats the sorry?

Yeah thats Whitney and you at least 3 times a day.

Whitney encourages you to act out more, if you don't already. Can't have their sibling being a nerd.

Not into playfights, but will teach you how to beat other people up.

Also takes things without asking.

[angrelysimpping]

Can I have HCs of a married life with the love interests?

(DoL relationships)

Alex

Not much changes.

You guys are already living together. Working the farm together, just like Alex’s parents did. They’re not quite sure when they stopped thinking of you as their “partner” but their “spouse.” It was definitely before the wedding.

Goes out of their way to call you their spouse/husband/wife when trying to convince you to do something you normally wouldn’t.

Will call you Hubby/Wifey/Spousey in front of Remy as a way of rubbing it in their face that, despite their attacks, you two are together and living your lives.

So tired at the end of most days that if Alex asks to have sex, it’s very slow and lazy.

Even married, Alex will whisper how naughty of it is for you to be in their bed. How you’re tempting them as their hands slip under your pajamas. It’s a type of role-play for them.

Might not remember your wedding anniversary. Feels really bad when they realize. They do remember the first day you showed up on the farm, though.

Avery

Wants you to be their perfect little house spouse.

Expects you to wake up before them to make breakfast and kiss them before they leave for work. Clean the house while they’re gone. Have dinner on the table when they get home. Rub their shoulders as they complain about work.

Most importantly, they want you ready to satisfy them sexually whenever they want. They don’t have the highest sex drive, but they do expect sex a few times a week.

Buys you lots of lingerie. Doesn’t matter your gender. Avery likes seeing you in pretty clothes before borderline ripping them off you.

Still taking you to events. They spend hours with you beforehand sometimes, making sure you look perfect together.

God, you better remember your anniversary. Avery will take you to a nice restaurant and expect to have sex when you get home. But damn, if you forget they are going to be violent in the bedroom. They do so much for you and you can't even remember a date?

Eden

Not much changes.

As far as Eden is concerned, marriage is just a formality. You’ve been Eden’s spouse from the moment you chose to stay with them. Before that? Their pet. You're theirs, no matter what.

Feels a little more secure in their relationship with you. They still don't like you going into town for long periods of time.

Will not show it but Eden is absolutely overjoyed the first time you call them your Wife/Husband/Spouse

Surprisingly good at remembering your anniversary. Even while saying it's unimportant, Eden is at the very least giving you flowers on your anniversary. Then fucks you into oblivion.

Their sex drive does not calm down. At all. Still pulling you to them in the middle of the night and taking breaks in the middle of the day to fuck you.

Kylar

Kylar is still obsessive. Not even having you legally bound to them can completely calm them down.

They want you to stay at home. They don't want anyone else to touch what's theirs. Kylar can provide enough for both of you!

You can convince Kylar to let you have a normal(ish) life, but it comes at the cost of them always being a little bit on edge.

Fidgets with their wedding ring a lot. Even when they’re not jealous. They’ve started to use it as a fidget toy.

They want to have sex at least once a day. Seeing you all the time drives them wild. Even after being married for years, Kylar will still be easily riled up. Maybe your shirt might creep up a bit, giving Kylar a flash of your stomach. Maybe Kylar walks into the kitchen to find you elbow deep in soapy water, doing the dishes. Both are equally likely to have Kylar pressing up against you.

Still follows you around town from time to time, approaching you to slip into back alleys with them like when you were just young lovers.

Does Kylar remember your anniversary? Which one? The first time they saw you? First time you talked to them? First held hands? First date? Kiss? Said ‘I love you?’ Had sex? Kylar remembers them all.

Robin

Might actually want to be a house spouse. They like doing things to take care of you.

Could also see them becoming a twitch streamer. Their fans go bonkers whenever they see you in the background. Good at rhythm games, but has stood up and tripped over nothing while on stream. Chat bullies them for it but then goes rabid if anyone else actually tries to be mean to Robin. Does cooking streams.

Robin wants to start a family, but they’re hesitant about it. Very open to adoption.

You guys do end up adopting a lot of strays. Robin becomes that person who all the stray animals trust because they always have treats on them.

Initiates sex a few times a week. If you want more, they'll oblige.

Makes your anniversary a multi-day affair. Brings you breakfast in bed. Spends all day with you, doing cute couple things. Picnic in the forest, cuddling at the movies, playing at the arcade together. Gentle, sweet sex when you get home.

Whitney

Even after getting married, Whitney is an asshole. They're not as overtly violent as they were in school, but they still push you around.

A lot of groping, all the time. You can barely get out of the house without Whitney slapping your ass or slipping a hand up your shirt.

You do get to see a softer side of them. They'll make you sit in their lap while watching TV, just because they want to cuddle. Will sneak up behind you, surprising you with a hug, laughing if you scream. Bring home things they know you'll like and leave them lying around for you to find instead of directly giving it to you.

Wants to have sex multiple times a day. You've had sex in every room in your home and probably on every piece of furniture. Purposefully leaves the windows open so the neighbors can hear Whitney wreaking you. Actually cares if you get off as well, most of the time.

Still has days where they just push you to your knees and expect you to service them.

Pretends they don’t remember your anniversary. Will be a little more gentle with you that day. Actually gets somewhat upset if you don’t remember your anniversary. They don’t expect anything big. Just some anniversary head, y’know? ‘Course, it would probably be hard to distinguish ‘anniversary head’ from all the other times you give Whitney head.

[tracingpatternswrites]

Can you tell me about "Regulus bits"??

Hello, my love, thank you for the ask! So @heartofspells asked about this WIP and I wrote a thing about it and posted a (pretty long) snippet here, but I have some other bits of share, so here's another one.

(from the WIP ask game)

Sirius almost walks past the open door, he doesn’t know what it is that makes him stop but something makes him pause and he pushes the door to the classroom that should be empty open wide enough to slip inside. It’s not empty though, Sirius spots his brother almost immediately, flanked by Avery and the Crouch kid. They’re not alone though, there’s a Gryffindor first-year there as well. Sirius recognises him only vaguely, having seen him in the common room, but he can’t remember his name. Lewis? He was muggleborn though, Sirius had picked up that much.

That means this is a bad situation, Sirius can feel it, and the sight of his brother there makes something cold settle in his chest. They had barely spoken a word since Sirius moved in with the Potters and truth was, he had been avoiding Reg. But now he can’t ignore him anymore, because the kid looks scared and even though he doesn’t want to think Reggie would ever hurt anyone, he has no doubt that both Avery and Crouch Junior would.

Reg is leaning against the wall, the very picture of boredom, twirling his wand lazily in his fingers as he watches the other two, who have the kid cornered. Sirius feels anger stirring somewhere inside him as he strides forward, slamming the door open wide to purposefully surprise them.

“Three on one. That’s a new low even for you lot,” Sirius drawls, fingers closing around the wand in his pocket but he doesn’t pull it out immediately.

Avery and Crouch Junior both jump when he speaks but Reg doesn’t move. 

“Well, if it isn’t my brother, the saviour, guarding angel of mudbloods and blood-traitors alike.”

He sounds bored, disinterested, and he still doesn’t look at Sirius and that only makes his anger flare stronger. He clamps down on it though, pulling his wand from his pocket but he keeps it pointed at the ground. He ignores Avery’s motion forward, keeping his eyes only on Reg.

“Such language, Reggie,” Sirius clicks his tongue disapprovingly, savouring the way his brother’s lip twitch at the nickname. “You don’t want me to clean out your mouth, do you?”

It’s a simple thing but he knows Reg will hear it, the two of them being on the receiving end of their Mother’s Scourgify on numerous occasions, a disgusting and humiliating punishment. Regulus snorts, but Sirius can see the hint of a flush on his cheeks and he chalks it up as a win. He half-turns towards the other two instead.

“Let the kid go.”

“Or what?” Avery asks, pulling himself up slightly in a way that Sirius supposes should be intimidating.

“Or I’ll hex you, Avery. I still owe you one from that Quidditch match,” he runs his fingers along his wand, arching a brow.

Avery makes a move forward but Sirius raises his wand quickly, pointing it straight at the other boy. For a moment no-one moves, then Reg speaks up again.

“Sure you want to do that?” he drawls, still sounding mostly bored and when Sirius glances over at him he’s studying his own wand.

Sirius sets his jaw, frustrated at the lack of eye-contact. He turns to look at the first-year who was still hovering behind Crouch and Avery, smiling kindly at him.

“It’s okay, you can go.”

The kid nods, darting past them with a grateful whispered thanks in Sirius’ direction. Crouch makes a move as if to follow when Sirius steps in front of him, gaze narrowed, “Give me an excuse.”

“Leave it, Barty. He’s not worth it,” Reg interrupts, peeling himself off the wall and this time he does look at Sirius, eyes cold as he drags his gaze over him. 

Sirius stares back at him and he can feel his heart pounding hard, something tightening over his chest at the blank look on his brother’s face. He recognises the carefully sculptured mask of boredom, the curl of his lips, his gaze flat and disinterested. 

“Reg,” he says, the name slipping past his lips before he has a chance to stop it, and he takes half a step closer but something flashes behind Regulus’ eyes then, something he doesn’t recognise.

Avery and Crouch move to get in between them and Sirius halts, a twist of something in his chest as he looks at his brother over Avery’s shoulder.

“Really?” He scoffs, throwing his arms out. “What, you have minions who do you dirty work now, is that it?”

“We’re not his minions,” Barty sneers and Sirius snorts, yeah right, and Reg shrugs, expression blank again as he shifts his gaze to somewhere behind Sirius. 

“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” Reg says, and his voice is weirdly flat and hollow and it makes Sirius’ chest tighten with something

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Avery the Fae/Reader, Lemon

You don’t dress up for Halloween.

Not your fault, though, really, because your professors show no mercy for holidays, especially not ones that don’t land them a day off. Classes go on as usual, and so you wake up the latest you can without risking a tardy and go off in the comfortable clothes you slept in. Except for some cat ears and one superman, everything is perfectly normal, and the day passes like almost every other, save for a ‘spooky drink’ coupon at the local cafe.

I probably don’t even need a costume, anyways, you think as you catch your reflection when passing those special mirror-like windows on one of the campus’ buildings. Frankly, you look like you crawled out of hell itself. Dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep, hair all askew and uncooperative, mouth in a permanent stressed line.

A zombie, probably, you decide, taking a sip of that hot caffeinated mess you ordered from the cafe. A hot zombie, for sure, but a zombie no less. A part of you wants to skip your next class and take a nap, but you’ve already used up your one absence, and you aren’t in a position to risk your grade for sleep. No rest for the wicked, right? Right. Everything else goes as smoothly as can be expected for being sleep deprived, and the night class seems to drag on for a fully stretched eternity, but you are finally free to go home and do your five hours of homework. Maybe if you’re lucky, you can squeeze in two or three hours of sleep.

It’s because you’re tired, you think, stopping for a hot minute when you realize that you’re lost. You hadn’t been paying attention to campus’ many twists and turns in its paths, and so you must have wandered away from the buildings and onto the forest trail that hugs the dorms, except there’s no cement beneath your feet. Not even a dirt trail marks a way out, and you take a full moment to come to terms with being lost, on your own damn campus, no less. You aren’t any kind of simpering pansy, so you turn around and begin to retrace your steps. Which doesn’t work, unfortunately, because after a couple of minutes of walking, there’s nothing to suggest that you’re only a couple of paces from civilization.

Except a drum beat, behind you. It’s faint, probably a half-mile away, but it’s the closest thing you have to a way back, especially since your phone can’t seem to pick up any signal. Maybe one of the school’s many bands are practicing? Right, you’re just going to stumble out into the football field, twigs in your hair, looking very much like you’ve gotten into a fist-fight with the entire forest…

And… Not a band, you realize, stepping into a clearing, but a party.

A costume party, too, by the looks of it, with everyone in soft, flittery clothing and fitted masks. Interesting how everyone seems to be on the same page with the dress code, there’s usually that one dick who shows up in a hotdog suit, regardless of any previous agreements. Elegant is the word you’re looking for, you decide, running into something tall and solider, correction: running into someone tall and solid.

“Oh, hey, sorry,” you apologize, shifting your weight on either foot, “I’m a little lost.”

“I think that you are right where you want to be,” your stranger says, mouth turning up into a strange, fanged smile. His black mask is trimmed with gold, and it doesn’t seem like he’s costuming as anything specific; rather, it appears to be just for anonymity.

“I think I really want to be in bed,” you say, trying to share a mutual we’re in college and want to die of exhaustion moment, but he doesn’t respond with the same energy.

“Perhaps a drink of wine before you go?” He offers, holding out an actual goblet of some kind. Maybe the metal-working students pitched in? Or accepted a particular commissioned order? It looks like genuine gold, which adds to the whole aesthetic of the party.

“Uh,” don’t accept drinks you haven’t seen made, “I’m good for now, really. Just trying to get back home to study.”

“Hm,” he says, taking a good swig from the goblet he had just offered, “good question. Through the trees from whence you came, most likely.”

Of fucking course, he’s drunk and doesn’t know left from right. Great. What an excellent position you’ve put yourself in. Frustrated and confident he wouldn’t roofie himself, you snatch the goblet from his hand and down several large gulps of shockingly sweet wine, maybe a sangria? Or something sugared up to be palatable?

Swirling the goblet around, to seem sophisticated, you ask, “so is this some kind of rich person party? Like an Illuminati meeting or something?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you speak of.”

“Right.” You draw out the single syllable, landing hard on the t. LARPers, probably, but not unattractive ones. Those masks don’t hide everything, and the shape of his jaw is not something to balk at, and those lips? Not to be forward in your own brain or anything, but they’re certainly decent to look at. This has to be some kind of weird-ass club, or like a rich dumbass ritual or something, definitely not your average frat party with a variety of random drugs mixed into the mystery punch. “Do you go to school here?”

He looks down at your university sweatshirt, cocking his head slightly. “A place of learning, is it? No, I’m afraid I have not attended such an institution, but I must admit that I have been tempted.”

“Well,” you take another sip of wine, “it’s not bad, as far as universities go. With decent financial aid, too.”

“Best not to drink too much of that,” your stranger says, “it’s much stronger than it tastes, and it’s best you stay clear-headed for the evening’s festivities.”

“One cup can’t hurt,” you say, and then realize that he’s just volunteered you to join in on the fun. Which is kind of weird, you guess, but then again, you aren’t going to complain. This is a way more interesting place to spend your evening, but might as well prop your backpack underneath one of the tables, hiding it beneath the skirt of the pale white cloth. You eye the unmarked bottle that one of the party-goers holds, but set your goblet down by the expensive-looking chinaware, flexing your fingers as they begin to tingle with the warmness that comes with alcohol. “What’s the party’s theme?”

He cocks his head, as though confused.

“Like a…” you try to think of a different way to phrase it. “A topic you pick, and everyone has to adhere to it. The people here all look like they’re, like, what Victorian thought the fairies looked like or something. I think it’s the clothes.”

“We are Faeries, though,” he says, the sides of his mouth curving upwards.

“Hm,” you say, “of course you are.”

“Join me for this dance?” Your stranger asks instead of any rebuttals, holding out a hand.

You look over at the band that plays, masks of distinct animal-like features flickering in the light of the bonfire roaring in the center of the clearing, all instruments vaguely familiar, yet not. Some of them you think you’ve seen before, at maybe renaissance-themed festivals, but the others must be from some kind of distinctly obscure genre of music.

The heat from the fire seems to lick out at your fingers, or maybe it’s the alcohol, already making its way through your system, but you stare, transfixed, at the way the lyre player plucks at the strings of their instrument. The quick movement plays too much with your eyes, you barely see anything more than the blurs of fingers, and you suddenly realize that you are swaying in place.

“I don’t know how,” you say, snapping out of whatever trance you had been in.

“It’s rather simple, come here,” he takes one of your hands, shockingly not unwelcome. Perhaps the warmth of his skin against yours brings you a kind of peace that you need during this period of your life. “I will teach you.”

Your stranger is correct; the dance is fairly simple to learn, mostly because there are very few rules. Sway your hips. Let your feet bounce against the soft forest floor. Let him spin you around and around until your head almost feels light. You’ll be honest, he’s the one doing all the work, guiding you, adding more flair to your steps, one hand resting on your waist, the other weaving its fingers with yours. Now, you may not be one to go out and ballroom dance on the fly, but you would be alright admitting that this is kind of fun.

So you dance. And you dance. And you continue dancing, letting the music remove you from time and space, everything else fades away except for the thrumming drumbeat, the wind in the trees, and your partner. You don’t feel the need to gasp for air, nor do your legs give out and collapse, but you aren’t even aware of how much time has passed. You dance out your pain, your stress, and any alcohol that lingers in your system, a layer of sweat keeping your body cool in the autumn night’s air. An eternity, perhaps, a small piece of infinity shared between you and this stranger, or the briefest of moments that still yield the most intimate bit of time that two people can share.

The song ends- or perhaps, the band finally runs out of music to play. You don’t know what time it is, but you aren’t finished with the party, not yet. The stranger sets his hands on both your hips, eyes as red as the fires of hell, and offers you a promising smile, his shirt loosely clinging to his body, having lost the fancily embroidered vest at some point while dancing.

“Do you want to get out of here?” You ask, making a snap decision not to let the night go to waste.

His smile widens.

The trees are your only audience when he brings you away from the rest of the party, the moon staring over the tops of the red and yellow leaves. The chill of the night might have discouraged anyone else, but you are broiling with energy and ready to continue moving wildly to keep warm. Despite barely being out of sight, you’re already working on his clothes, trying to find velcro or snaps of a cheap costume and failing rather miserably. He seems amused with your attempts, guiding your hands to find a variation of ties and buttons. Soon enough, you have his shirt off, his pale skin gleaming in the moonlight, revealing a chest etched in dozens of tattoos, red like blood against his pale skin, though it’s too dark to make out precisely what they are.

He seems to have a destination in mind, even though you steal most of his attention with kisses and touches. Even though you are in a place you’re sure no one would bother finding you in, he still seems determined to herd your desperate body further away from the camp, until the both of you get to a clearing, free of roots strangling the ground. Jupiter and Saturn stare blankly down from their perches in the sky, the stars surrounding them twinkling, as though applauding your conquest.

“I didn’t catch your name,” you gasp after a breathless kiss.

He pauses, almost put off by the request, like he’s startled you would even ask. Before you can even regain the ability to feel nervous, he says, “Avery.”

“Avery,” you repeat, running your fingers through his hair. “That’s a nice name.”

“And what may I call you?”

Like a fool, you give up your first name without much thought, but you are too excited about where the night is going to remember what you said even a second later. It doesn’t seem to matter, though, because his mouth is against yours, and your back is on the cold, dewy grass before you even register that he pulled your legs off balance. He’s a good kisser, you think hazily, his lips traveling down from your mouth to your collarbone. His mouth is nice and hot against your skin, already sending pleasant little shivers down your spine as he works, and you find yourself grasping at the cold, dying grass of the earth in order to pull your spirit back to reality.

The insides of your belly melt as he lifts your shirt up over your breasts, and you’re quick to discard the garment as he sucks at the skin just above the hemline of your pants. He needs help with the button and the zipper, his lithe fingers struggling to figure out the mechanics, so you undo everything for him. After letting out a thankful grunt, he leans forward, pressing his lips right on your stomach, sucking hard enough to leave a red mark that may bruise in the morning.

Then he kisses the skin just above where your underwear ends, a jolting shiver pulsing through your core at the contact. When you glance down at him, the barest light emanating from the roaring bonfire only a few meters away, he seems so… focused, you think, at his task of slowly stripping the last bit of fabric away from your body. Methodically, he tugs, fingers threading through the straps at the side, his eyes glimmering in the light bleeding out from the moon herself.

Slowly, steadily, he presses his mouth where your leg and torso meet, nibbling at a bit of flesh before moving ever so slightly downwards, opening your legs and seemingly liking what he finds down there. Carefully avoiding any of your puckered, wet skin, he instead moves his lips just to the side, clearly enjoying the act of driving you to the brink of insanity. You can feel the smile he wears as he teases you further, switching over to your other thigh.

Almost impatiently, you wrap one of your legs around his shoulder, arching your back when he finally lashes his tongue out to trace the outline of your flower. A heated spark ignites through your nerves, a charge of fiery need flooding your body and into your core. He seems to enjoy the breathless whine you offered in response because he does it again, inching closer and closer to your clit.

Roughly, you tangle your fingers into his long, flowing hair, pulling him closer and begging with no words for him to stop teasing and finally give you the pleasure you need. Avery finally complies, pressing his tongue right up against your clit and tracing little circles on and around it. The heat of his breath only helps further stir the coals in your womb, your back arching against the gentle curve of the world as you cry out.

He seems to deeply enjoy your keening, popping off your puckered flesh in the brief moment it takes for him to smile up at you, like a beast satisfied with the tortured screams of its prey. The way his tongue moves up, around, and down your clit makes you want to die, dirt clinging underneath your fingernails, bits of grass tearing as you claw at the ground. Still, he takes your keening reaction to double his efforts, using his fingers when his mouth is busy elsewhere, rubbing gentle little patterns in the opening of your slit.

There, you can feel your orgasm approaching as he begins to explore your core with his thumb, pushing and rubbing against the throbbing folds with some level of curiosity in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, a passing observation.

You’re so beyond the point of return that you could barely even draw in the words to thank him before you’re overcome with shaking trembles emanating from your very core, your insides quick to bend and break at his beckoning. It doesn’t take much more teasing from Avery before you’re crying out for him, voice cracking with pleasure and desperation, your fingers threading through his hair so tightly you don’t know where you end, and he begins.

When you are nothing more than a heaping, teary-eyed mass of trembling flesh on the ground, he crawls up from between your legs, kisses your stomach, your ribs, your breasts, your collarbone, all the way up to your mouth once more. You can taste yourself on his tongue and lips, warmer than the wine and almost twice as intoxicating, and by the wild stare in his eyes, he’s drunk with your nectar. And, quite frankly, ready to devour you, his kisses all teeth and heat, mouth dexterous against the curves, rises, and plateaus of your body, like he knows so very intimately every square centimeter of you.

There’s a hard rock length against your stomach, one that you can feel, almost tragically against your skin as he lavishes your lips and chest with his blessed attention. Even though you walked into this situation expecting a one-night stand, you don’t know, this feels light it could rocket through your life and end up becoming

“More,” you rasp, surprised that your voice is even working, ” more.”

He understands that rough and demanding command, stroking your hair with one of his free hands, mouth offering up a myriad of kisses to your neck and collarbone, an odd, overcoming need to please you emanating off of him, one like you’ve never dealt with before. Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see the familiar masks of those at the party earlier, but Avery turns your wandering gaze back to him with his insistent, feral kiss, his chest trembling with heated need.

“Do you want my cock inside you?” He asks, wanting to hear you say it.

“Please,” you almost snarl, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Hmm,” he almost manages to fool you that he could care less, but by the way his body grinds and presses against yours, he’s so, so close to traveling the radius of the earth itself to comply. You can hear the rustle of fabric as he strips away what’s left of his ensemble, moving away from your body and leaving you almost horrifically cold.

It doesn’t take a lot for him to angle your legs properly, your thigh rubbing up against his throbbing member. He’s at least gentle with how he impales you, his entrance slow and gradual, kaleidoscope eyes staring so intently into your very being that you wonder if you’ll survive the next time pleasure crashes down around you. And he feels so good, the crisp, autumn grass against your back the only thing keeping you from becoming so lost beneath his trembling body.

He must share your thoughts because even though he’s only eased in, his forehead pressed against yours, his breathing is short and shallow like he could hardly believe the pleasure your body gives him. Once he’s fully sheathed, he swears, voice quiet, yet filled to the brim with lust. You wrap your legs around his waist, hoping to feel him further, your voice and your body begging him to continue, to move, but he’s almost in a trance.

You’re impatient for movement, for that slick friction between your thighs, so you quickly take matters into your own hands. With no finesse, fueled only by spite and determination, you shift, switching positions using your legs and arms. Avery simply rolls with it, a ghostly smile on his mouth as you pin his hands to the ground, chest heaving from the effort, a layer of sweat misting your skin despite the chill of the night.

That seems to break whatever space he had retreated to, eyes lit like a roaring forest fire as he beholds your body from beneath your legs. His voice is raspy, but the demand is calm, collected, like he’s waited for thousands of years for this, for you. “Use me.”

You let out a breath, steadying yourself on his body to comply, and grind. His eyes roll back as you do, starting slowly, his back arching off the ground, his chest heaving with pleasure at the loss of control. Careful to control the pace, you let yourself be taken by the pleasure, the joining slick and hot, your core roaring with approval and greed. More, more, more.

Everything is suddenly vibrantly alive, the forest rustling with a wind you don’t feel, crickets singing hymns in the open field, the moon herself licking at your bodies with her soft, precious light. You think you hear chanting in the distance, your brain muddled with his delicious praises and lust that you don’t try to investigate, too focused on feeling his length pulse and move through your folds. Tears prick at your eyes, not from sadness, no, and you couldn’t possibly know their purpose because this feels so good, like his body was made for you.

This climax almost hurts, you felt it approaching and you knew it would be a lot, so you brace yourself, both hands gripping his shoulders like a lifeline. You look into his eyes, and you see… more, than just fundamental attraction, more than pure, unadulterated lust, but you’re so far gone you can’t pinpoint what it is, exactly, before you’re overcome.

Everything in your body is aflame, your core quaking enough to make you think, for just a brief moment, that the earth itself is tearing apart, you cry, you whine, you scream for him, and he’s there, holding onto you for dear life. Telling you that you’re perfect, you’re beautiful, that you’ll never want another man so long as your legs are wrapped around him so tightly like this. You think you believe him, gasping for air, fingernails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, though he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

It takes a lot of concentration to bring yourself back into your body, your soul and spirit so besotted with desire, but you manage it, feeling his hands grip your thighs so tightly his fingers may leave bruise marks. You bend forward, letting him take the reins as you try to stay present enough in the moment to kiss and nip at his neck, teeth tugging at his skin, the aftershocks still moving through your nerves like waves on a storming night. Still, though, you want him to feel what you did, to become undone by your hand.

And he does, his thrusts becoming so uneven that you begin to grind, ghosts of your orgasm weaving through your flesh and womb. A crescendo of noise seems to overtake the clearing, the air becoming like static, the hairs on your arms standing on end. Overcome, he curses and snarls in a language you don’t understand, his voice hard and soft at the same time, his hips jerking as something warm and wet pulses out of his member, filling you up and spilling out onto his pelvis.

Avery sits up, still joined within you, shaken, but startlingly and brilliantly alive, chest heaving with the effort of breathing. He presses his mouth against yours in a myriad of kisses, soft, possessive, tender, needy. There is still some amount of desire on his lips, but without the same uncontrollable yearning broiling just beneath his fevered skin like before.

Then he says your name, and a shiver goes down your spine, your very being somehow attentive to whatever he says next, as though your entire universe suddenly floods down and descends on this one, single person. He says it again, rolling it over his tongue like a wine taster, trying out each of the letters as though they offer a different kind of sweetness, his eyes just as wild as they had been when you held him pinned to the grass. A sliver of fear pierces your chest, making you want to push him onto the ground and take him again, but he has other plans.

“I’ll walk you back, dove,” he says, pressing his mouth against your collarbone, though he doesn’t kiss you again, not yet. “The sun will soon be up.”