#but more than likely a little more toned down than in my writer daydreams

[glmfic]

Oooo sometimes my braaaaain...got some juicy options I could possibly go with for the end of this chapter or add to the next chapter [eyebrow waggle] hmmmmm....

[sourbinnie]

you lose your way | chan x gn!reader angst + fluff | just take my hand

chan didn't think he deserved your love at all. he thought he was destined to be alone forever but then het met you and he saw a bright future ahead of him, one that he never imagined. he felt completely and utterly comfortable being with you but the awful insecurity of not being enough or not doing showing the love he thinks you deserve haunted him. it felt like a shadow above him that followed at all times when he was at work, thinking that you got home from your job and you were all alone. 

why couldn't he be the boyfriend you deserved? why couldn't he just put in the effort and be there for you? always stuck somewhere else. with every comeback, every promotion, every song, every dance you were lingering on his mind there all alone. he was so exhausted every time he set foot in your shared apartment and he did not expect you to wait up for him but you always did. 

at one point he even felt like he had to end things because this wasn't healthy for either of you but what would he do without you? no motivation, no reason to continue a path that he didn't want to even think of. he felt trapped like he knew you were doing this out of kindness but why would you do that for nothing in return? the last time he kissed you properly was like a month ago.

maybe this was a signal for him to stop, to actually look around him and think of what he was doing. yet he always went back to work, he just couldn't be stopped from recording another track, writing lyrics (mostly about you) and practicing even more than what his body could take. 

"chris?" your voice got him out of his daydream/nightmare and he looked at you. you knew the password for his studio so he wasn't surprised about that but you looked like you just got out of work. "it's kinda late i'm sorry if i'm bothering but i wanted to know if you wanted to go home with me?".

"i don't know if i can love." he sighed as he looked back at his laptop again, writer's block was his biggest enemy. he knew he had the hability to put on some heart wrecking lyrics yet nothing was coming to mind. again another signal to stop maybe. "you can go home if you want and you don't have to stay up, i know you're tired."

"i don't mind waiting for you, you always carry me to bed anyways." you said, giving him a little smile as you sat down next to him. "can we talk baby?" you asked and if he wasn't scared before, he surely was now.

he expected this conversation to lead to the worst. he expected for you to leave him right then and there, after all he did not put effort at all into your relationship even if you were all he could think about. even if you lived in his mind rent free 24/7, he knew he would never be the boyfriend you were meant to have.

"yeah of course." he said as he looked at you, you grabbed his hands and that's where he felt everything was gonna go down. 

"you know you can talk to me, right? it's been a long time since we've had a proper conversation. i don't mind it really, i know you're busy but if it's too much you can always talk to me. i'll always have your back and i'll always hold your hand when you need me the most christopher." you said in a serious tone but with the kindest way. he couldn't help but feel the tears cloud his vision as he heard your words. "i believe in you and i love you. i know this is your way of proving your worth but you're much more than your job."

he wiped his eyes as he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you. he felt like he was gonna choke on his tears anytime soon but he took a deep breath and looked at you again, nodding. 

"i know. it's just been a lot lately and i know you deserve better." he said and you shook your head. "i know you're gonna say you're fine with it but how can you be fine with me not being there for you?"

"it's your job chris, i understand. you love it here and i love that you're passionate about it." you clearly said as you played with his hands and gave him another warm smile. "what kind of significant other would i be if i didn't let you enjoy what you have? it was your dream to be here." 

"but is it too much? i feel like i don't show you the love you deserve. i feel like i'm all you don't deserve." he said letting his feelings out once and for all. 

"there's no love i deserve that's not yours. i just want what you give me at the end of the day." you said, kissing his cheek and hugging him so he could let all the tears he needed out. "i know you're lost but i'm not letting go. i'm never gonna let go of you 'cause you're the only one."

the words pierced through his heart as he sighed and let all the tears fall from his eyes when you embraced him. he didn't feel okay, he knew he wasn't okay but something about you saying you're gonna be there for him forever just eased his heart. it eased his pain and sorrow as didn't want to let go of the hug because it was all he needed at the end of the day. for you to be there for him in such a way, meant the world to him.

[lvis44]

Falling Through The Cracks // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, anxiety, NSFW 18+, language, vague mentions of abortion, angst, slightly rushed ending, not edited

Word Count: 4k+

Summary: Your life has been planned out, you and Lewis have always had a sense of direction, but sometimes the universe decides to set the course astray.

Notes: This has been sitting in my drafts for probably two months so I figured it was time. I'm not a professional writer and all of this is purely fiction. (BTW - YOUR BODY, YOUR CHOICE)

The plan was that you and Lewis would spend the week together in Antarctica, ringing in the new year with some of his friends. You had been so excited to finally be able to spend this time with him after being apart for the last few weeks, but as you stared down at the test in your hands, you knew there was no chance of you enjoying the trip. You refused to drop this news on him right before a time that he was supposed to finally be able to relax, you didn't even know how you were going to tell him.

You two have been dating for a little over a year, but are nowhere near settling down and starting a family. He’s still in the prime of his career and doing more outside of the sport than ever before. You’ve discussed the future with him, many times, cuddled in hotel beds in various countries. He has a plan, one that you daydream about frequently. Tears stream down your face as you sit on the bathroom floor, thinking about the last time you talked about your future together

*one month ago - Abu Dhabi*

He was curled over your back, panting in your ear, telling you just how good you were making him feel. It was a bad race, a fitting conclusion to an even worse season. The second he had you alone in the hotel room, he was on you. He had made you come undone more times than you could count, desperate to see you delirious, addicted to him. The second he was inside of you, the world stopped, time slowed down, the only thing that existed was him. Now, he held your body close, your bare back against his taught chest that heaved with every breath.

“One day, I’m gonna put a baby right here,” His hand slid down your front, holding your stomach possessively, “gonna fill you right up, make us a family. You like the sound’a that? Hmm?”

His raspy voice in your ear, making promises you knew he would keep, was what sent you over the edge the final time. Your ears were ringing as you felt him finish right behind you, his strong arm wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly close to him as his hips stuttered. His body melted on top of yours, still seated deep inside of you. You could feel him sponging soft kisses along your back and up your neck but you were far too out of it to reciprocate. At some point he got up, disconnecting himself from you. He cleaned you up before rolling you onto your side and slipping into the sheets next to you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him so he could place a kiss on your nose. 

“Did you mean it?” You asked him hesitantly, voice tired and hoarse.

“Mean what? That I’m gonna put a baby in you one day?” He asked, his tone soft and teasing.

All you could do was nod, focusing on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your hand.

Realizing that you were more serious than he thought, he pulled his head back slightly to get a better look at you. “Of course I mean it, want nothing more than to have a family with you. You know that, told you so many times.” He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at his words, whispering a soft “I love you” against his lips.

“I love you - so - so - much,” He started, pecking around your face with every word “ and we’re gonna have the most beautiful, loved family in the world.” His hand found the back of your head, his fingers toying through your hair in the most soothing way. “When I retire, I’m gonna make you my wife, gonna be the best man I can possibly be. Finally have some proper time with you all to myself, no distractions, no race weekends looming in our future, just us. And when we’re both ready, I’m gonna do just like I said, gonna put a baby in you, start the next chapter with you.” His voice was getting sleepy, his hand on your head slowing slightly.

“Mmmm,” You sighed, sleep starting to taking you as well, “I can’t wait.”

“Just a few years baby, then I’m all yours, forever.” 

You fell asleep tangled together, dreaming about what it would be like, a few years from now and a ring on your finger. Blissfully unaware that he had made good on his promise much sooner than either of you were prepared for.

*Current*

You’re completely out of tears at this point, cried to the point of exhaustion, no idea how long you’ve been sitting on the bathroom floor. 

“How?” You croak out into the air, speaking to no-one, not even really sure what you are questioning.

How did it happen? How do you tell Lewis? How did you not know? Just��� How? You have always been careful, you’ve been on birth control longer than you can even remember. You’ve never had an issue before, why now? 

You finally make your way out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, glad your roommate isn’t home to see you in this state. Seated at the foot of your bed, you stare at your phone. You have to tell him, you know you do, but you’re so scared what his reaction will be. After a long internal battle you decide that you need to be more settled into the news first, you can’t be this fragile when you tell him, you would simply break if you lost him right now. Instead you grab your laptop, opening the link to your trip itinerary. The cursor hovers over the cancel button for so long you think you might actually go on the trip. It’s not until you see a text from Lewis  come through that you finally do it, you cancel your ticket. 

Lew ♥️: can’t wait to see you sweetie, miss you so much

Another comes immediately after

Lew ♥️: tomorrow can’t come soon enough ♥️♥️

You just about feel your heart crack in half as you read his messages but you know you can’t be around him right now and you want him to have a good time. You feel your cheeks get wet again, your body finding a new source for this new sadness. You want to see him so bad, have his arms wrapped around you so tight you think he might crush you, but you can’t, you can’t do this to him right now. 

  miss you too ♥️

but babe, I'm so sorry. I cant go on the trip

I’m really not feeling well and I dont want to get you all sick :(

have an amazing time for me, I love you

You feel guilty as you hit send on the final text. You know if you call him your voice will give you away, he knows you too well. You close your laptop, throwing it to the side before burrowing under your covers, willing the world to go away, at least for a few hours.

***

Waking up the next day feels harder than ever before, your whole body hurts and your throat feels like you’ve never had a sip of water. It takes a while for you to will yourself up and out of bed. When you check your phone, you find it dead, it too not having the energy to face the day. After plugging your phone in, you make your way out to the living room, stopping dead in your tracks at the sight on your couch. Lewis. He’s asleep, still in the clothes he must have worn the day before, a small knit blanket from the back of the couch haphazardly thrown over him. You have no idea what to do as you stand there staring at the undeniably loving man. Why is he here? How is he here? He surely will have missed his flight at this point and you can’t help but feel guilty. He’s been looking forward to this trip for months, and now you have managed to screw it up for him. You want to make him go on the trip but you also can’t help but want him to hold you forever and tell you everything is okay. As you stand there staring at him you feel an overwhelming wave of nausea hit you. You make it to the bathroom with barely a second to spare.

Trying to regain yourself, you stay knelt on the cold tile, head hanging over the toilet and breathing heavy. As you regain your composure, you feel a warm hand on your back, thumb rubbing back and forth gently. You roll your head to peer over at him. He’s squatting next to you with a look of concern on his tired face.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He shakes his head, his brow furrowing, “You have nothing to be sorry for hun. Can I get you anything? Water?”

If only he knew, you think. You have plenty to be sorry for but you have no idea how to tell him yet. You shake your head, slowly trying to get up from your spot on the floor. Lewis immediately rushes to help you, stabilizing you on your shaky legs. His face holds so much worry as his eyes search over you. He’s looking at you like you might just fall apart and it tears at your heart. He cares about you so much, he would do anything for you, and now you’re taking away his freedom. You look away from him quickly, knowing you will crumble if you look into his loving brown eyes. You pull away from him to reach for your toothbrush.

“Y/N,” He starts, coming up behind you and placing his hand on your waist, “sweetie, are you sure you don’t need anything? How long have you felt like this?”

You almost flinch away from his touch on your waist, scared he might notice something is different despite the fact that you know there isn't, not yet anyway. When you see yourself in the mirror you know why he’s so concerned. You look like you’ve been hit by a truck. Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy from crying all night, dark circles standing out against your paled face. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, he’s studying you hard, trying to figure out what you won’t tell him.

“It’s okay, just a stomach thing,” you half lie with a shrug, “only started a few days ago.”

You finish brushing your teeth and leave him in the bathroom. He trails behind you quickly, seemingly not convinced with your answer. 

“Baby-” He starts, abruptly getting cut off by you.

“Lew, you should really head out, you probably already missed your flight but I’m sure you can get another.”

He stops in his tracks, looking at where you stand in the kitchen with a bemused look on his face, “Y/N, I’m not going if you’re here feeling like this. I’m not gonna leave you at home, sick, and go party in a different country.”

“No, really, it’s fine, you’ve been looking forward to this for a long time. I’m an adult, I can take care of myself. I was sick many times before I met you and I always managed just fine.” You dismiss him, trying to get him out of the apartment before you blurt out the news.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this trip with you, it’s not gonna be nearly the same without you,” He pauses, sighing before making his way towards you, “and yes I’m very sure you can take care of yourself. However, now you have me, and sometimes it’s nice to have someone who loves you around when you’re feeling like shit.”

You haven’t been able to look at him, trying to busy yourself with making a pot of tea, but now you can feel how close he’s gotten to you, his heat radiating onto you. Both of his hands land softly on your hips, gently turning you towards him. When you finally look at him he has a soft smile on his lips and his eyes are so full of love you could just about melt.

“Let me take care of you love.” His voice is quiet and reassuring and you can’t help but nod in defeat. He’s here because he loves you more than anything else and you were silly to think he would just leave you behind and go on the trip.

 His arms wrap around you gently, pulling you against his strong body where he places a tender kiss to your head. You sigh, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around him while burrowing your head into the crook of his neck. He smells like home, soft clean cologne and him, the indescribable musk of Lewis Hamilton. The smell of him alone has the power to make you both feral and a puddle of emotions. You place a soft kiss at the base of his neck, whispering a soft “thank you”.

“Always baby, it’s you and me against the world, right? So even if today the evil of the world is a stomach bug, I’ve got you. Forever and always.” He has a lightness to his tone that makes it sound so easy, so sure.

 You feel your chest tighten at his words, he has no idea how much you needed to hear him say that. It’s not until he pulls away to look you in the eye that you realize you’ve been silently crying into his shoulder. Tears slowly trickling down your face. His thumb comes to your cheek, gently wiping away the dampness, wordlessly questioning you. You don’t say a word, just let him pull you back into his chest, squeezing you harder. Lewis knows you well, and despite not knowing where your emotions are coming from at this moment, he knows you need him and his security. You need him wrapped around you like a blanket, there to protect you from the demons of the world. He gently picks you up, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. Slowly he makes his way back to the couch with you in his arms, laying down with you on top of him. His arms come around you tightly, holding you impossibly close to him. He doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t need to, stroking your back and placing soft kisses on your temple is enough to calm you down. His movements begin to slow and you can tell he’s drifting off, and so are you. You allow him to lull you into a calm slumber, safe in the arms of the man you love, pushing everything else in your mind to the side.

***

When you wake up you find yourself alone on the couch, the sun low in the sky out your windows. You see Lewis’s phone still on the coffee table, tapping the screen to see its past four pm, you’ve slept for nearly five hours. Why hasn’t Lewis woken you up? You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You find yourself feeling much better than you had before your nap. As you blink the bleariness from your eyes you see Lewis sitting at the island in your kitchen. His back is to you and you can see his laptop glowing on the other side. His focus however is not on the screen in front of him. His head is down with his hands on his head, rubbing back over his hair in frustration every once in a while. He’s changed out of his clothes, now in a matching sweat suit that makes him look even more cuddly than before. Pushing yourself up off the couch you pad your way over to him. You place your hand on his back and feel his shoulders tense before he lets out a long sigh. He still hasn’t looked at you as you wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his shoulder. When you see the counter in front of him your heart just about stops. There in front of him sits your secret, the little test laid out in front of him with those two little lines screaming the truth. 

“Were you gonna tell me?” His voice comes out hoarse and you wonder if he’s been crying. He still hasn’t turned to face you.

“I- of course Lew, I just…” You trail off, shaking your head. You aren’t sure what you need to say or how you need to say it.

He gets up off the stool, brushing you off him in the process. You feel rejection run through your body but try to remind yourself that he's processing something. Something massive. Before you turn to face him you see his computer screen, the next seasons race schedule up. He walks towards the living room, stopping short and turning around. You can tell he’s not sure what to do, not sure what he wants to do. His eyes are red and you can tell he's been chewing his bottom lip.

“How did you find it?” You ask meekly, looking down to the ground.

He scoffs loudly, “How did I-, really?” He shakes his head looking almost amused, “That’s what you’re fucking worried about? I opened the trash can, a fantastic hiding spot, truly.” His voice is laced with sarcasm

“I’m sorry.” You plead quickly, walking toward him.

He walks further into the living room, you can tell he’s angry, the agitation is rolling off him like a looming storm, but you’re unsure what the anger is caused by. Is he mad that you didn’t tell him immediately? Is he mad that you're even pregnant in the first place?

“My girlfriend, the woman that I love, finds out she's pregnant, and her first reaction is to send me off across the fucking globe?” His voice is slightly louder now as he gestures out to the side of him, emphasizing his point.

“Lew, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You continue to plead, not knowing what to actually say.

“Yeah, you’ve said that,” He nods solemnly before pausing, “wait, fuck, is it not mine?”

Your eyes go wide and you can feel your heart go to your throat. How could he possibly think that?

“Are you serious?” You can feel yourself getting angry now, “Of course it’s yours Lewis, how dare you accuse me of that. You know I would never even look at another man. You’re it for me and you know it. Don’t ever accuse me of stepping out on you.” Your voice was getting louder the more you talked.

He grimaces and looks away from you for a moment, “Fuck, I’m sorry, I know, I know.” His voice is softer now as he makes his way closer to you but you can tell he’s still upset. “But really? You find out you’re pregnant, with my child, and you want me to leave for nearly a month? Y/N, it doesn’t make sense. What were you going to do?”

He sounds almost scared as he questions you and you know what he’s thinking. You can’t blame him, it makes sense after your previous actions.

“I don’t know Lew,” you tell him honestly, your voice cracking, “I have no fucking clue what to do. I’m terrified, I’m terrified that I’m gonna lose you or you’re going to resent me. But I also can’t imagine not doing this, like what if this is how it's supposed to be for me? I thought I needed some space but I really don’t know what I need or what I want.” You’re full on crying now, finally telling your boyfriend what’s going through your head. 

Lewis softens immediately hearing your words, he steps towards you, hastily taking you into his arms. He’s still upset with you, but he can’t bear to see you hurting like this.

“Hun, this is exactly why you should have told me.” He says into the top of your head, his hand stroking your hair gently in an attempt to calm you down, “We can figure this out together, we always do.” 

All you can do is nod into his now damp sweatshirt while you cling to the fabric over his chest as though he will slip away any second. Truth be told, you're scared he might.

He pulls away from you slightly, just enough to get you to look at him. “Y/N, I love you to death, there’s no one else for me, I’ve known that since the day I met you. I’m with you, but you have to talk to me, okay?” He pauses for a moment, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “We’re gonna be okay no matter what.”

He parts from you, sitting down on the couch and gesturing for you to come sit with him. When you finally sit, you're too far away for his liking. He grabs you and gracefully places you right next to him, your legs over his lap.

“Now,” He starts, a soft reassuring smile on his face, “how are you truly feeling? Right now, right here.” He asks you, brushing a stray hair out of your face.

“Lost.” You answer simply, leaning into his touch.

He nods, taking a deep breath, “You know, no matter what you decide, I’ll support you, okay?”

You take a second, chewing your bottom lip as you contemplate where to go from here, “How are you feeling?” You throw the question back to him, needing to know where his head is.

“Not particularly important right now.” He states, dismissing you with a shake of his head.

“No, Lew, it is important, I need to know where you’re at just as much as you need to know where I am.” You state confidently, unsure where this sudden ability is coming from.

He smiles, “Honestly?”

You nod quickly urging him to continue.

“When I saw that test, the first thing I felt was pure, unhinged joy. I’ve always wanted this, more so than ever with you.” His smile is bright before turning serious, “But then I was so confused, I couldn’t figure out why you were hiding something so important from me. Then I was scared, I was worried about my schedule and not being there for you, I was worried about being a cause of stress for you.”

You listen to him, taking in the emotions that you’ve felt over the last few days mirrored in him.

“But baby, if this is something you want, I’m in this. I want it too, I always have. Maybe this isn’t exactly how we planned any of this, but things rarely go to plan in my life. We’ll figure out how to make this work, and we will start the most amazing family together, I’m sure of it. You would be the most incredible mother and I have always wanted to be the best father. We’re a team and I’ve got you, forever.”

By the end of his speech there are tears falling from the both of you. You are both coming to terms with a new and unexpected chapter of your relationship that has filled both of you with overwhelming joy. You have no words, only agreement so you do the only thing you can at this moment. You move to straddle his lap, now face to face with the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, the father of your unborn child. You take a second to admire the amazing soul in front of you as his arms wrap around you. You’re not sure who leans in first, but the second his lips are on yours, every doubt and fear leaves your mind. This is meant to be, whether you expected it or not. The kiss is hard and passionate, tears of happiness mixing together over your joined lips. When you come up for air, you are met with beautiful brown eyes, gleaming with happiness and love.

“I love you, more than anything in the world.” You whisper, not wanting to ruin the moment.

He leans in, leaving a soft kiss on your nose, then your lips, “And I love you, forever and always.”

You stay there for a moment before he gets a cheeky look on his face. He lifts you swiftly, laying you back on the couch as his hands go under your shirt, lifting it up to pepper kisses all along your belly. You can’t help but shriek, laughter erupting from the both of you.

“Now let me say hello to my other little love.”

You both have a million things you still need to figure out and discuss, but all of that is for later. Right now, you simply have no choice but to enjoy the incredible man littering your stomach with kisses and whispering proclamations of love and protection to your unborn baby.

[theficpusher]

Chocolate Chip Cookies by velvet_skyline | G | 1593 “I know I keep coming to the shop at odd times, and for some reason it’s always your shift, but don’t you dare judge me! I need these cookies for my sanity.” ... Or the one where Louis' a tired student who needs somewhere to study and Harry happens to work at Louis' favorite cafe. Somehow, they're perfect for each other.

that's not my name by hazkaban | G | 7212 for the prompt: I’m a barista and you’re the obnoxious customer who comes through and orders a venti macchiato while talking on the phone the whole time so I misspell your name in increasingly creative ways every day AU

You Love This Dying Part of Me by LetTheMusicMoveYou | E | 10692 Harry glares at him. “Smoking isn’t allowed in here you know? Not sure what gives you the audacity to think you’re better than anyone else.” It’s amazing how such a venomous tone can come out of such a sweet looking package. Louis can’t help but smirk. He can’t remember the last time anyone had the courage to speak to him like that, least of all a human. After all, there are some perks to being the oldest and most feared Vampire in London. Usually. But it appears that Louis’ power and fear tactics don’t stand a chance against cute and feisty little human baristas with an apparent death wish. (Or the one where Vampire Louis has stopped bothering with human emotions. But that could all change when a certain human Barista named Harry catches his eye. Unfortunately, Louis’ enemies have also taken notice). Title from Designated Driver by Taylor Janzen

too into you by disgruntledkittenface | E | 11027 “So, tell me something, Harry,” Chris says, rocking on his heels. “Why is it that you flirt with all of the other customers except for me?” Harry laughs. And not like a sexy deep laugh or a chuckle or even a nervous giggle, which would have been embarrassing but something he could live with. No, he barks a loud, strangled laugh right in his regular’s– right in Chris’s face. Oh, God, he’s never going to live this down. Harry works in the café of a popular used bookstore and he’s been pining after his favorite regular for years. When the seemingly impossible happens and his regular actually asks him out on a date, Harry worries that he’ll screw it up because he’s just too into him. Little does he know how well it’s going to go. The Cinema/spitgate inspired AU that no one asked for.

John Doe by FitzAndLarry | G | 12124 There's a boy taking the stand at the open mic night where Harry works as a barista, and he's going to find out the boy's name if it's the last thing he does. An ode to Never Shout Never, and a story about finding a new home.

A Love Stronger Than Espresso by tempolarriefics | G | 12162 Louis is entirely dependent on caramel mocha in the mornings, but soon he finds that there's one thing at the coffee shop he needs more than coffee - a cute barista named Harry. aka: The one where Harry is a cute barista guy and Louis plays hard to get by using a different name to order coffee each day

Love You a Latte by 1Diamondinthesun | nr | 15910 Louis Tomlinson doesn’t drink coffee and definitely doesn’t go to Starbucks. Enter barista Harry Styles. Add a double shot of espresso, stir in 90s references to taste, and top with whipped cream and love. Or, the coffee shop AU featuring girl direction, creative espresso, and a professor and a barista falling in love in one beautiful autumn.

From The Heart [Series] by jacaranda_bloom | E | 24779 Every Tuesday, Louis spends his day off holed up in his favorite coffee-come-bookshop, writing his little stories as part of the WordPlay challenge while daydreaming about the resident barista, Harry. Each week a new word prompt is revealed and Louis adds to his series of short stories about Henry, the owner of a B&B in the Cotswolds who has curly hair and dimples, Lewis, his long term guest who just happens to be a writer, and Tigger, Henry’s cat. As Louis and Harry’s friendship develops, could his fantasy world spill out into real life? And how does that reader who leaves the lovely comments with the teacup emoji seem to be able to read Louis’ mind?

Autumn Leaves Shower Like Rainbows by Ioudloudlove | M | 29166 Harry is an anonymous blogger, filling page after page about his unrequited love for a customer at the coffee shop he works in. Louis is an up and coming musician and the object of Harry's affections. They swap pleasantries but nothing more. Until one day Louis comes into the café, soaking wet and seeking solace. When Harry hears the lyrics, he realises that Louis has been reading his blog the entire time without knowing it's all about him. OR The one where Louis is closeted and Harry is shy but they try to make something beautiful together.

[trashywritestrash]

Brutal

Pairing: Avengers x Singer-Songwriter!Stark!Reader (platonic/family)

Word Count: 1,220

Warnings: Swearing, no specific age is given for reader, but she's between 18 and 21. Probably bad writing, heavy dialogue, song lyrics… Idk if half of those are warnings, but that’s what I’ve got.

A/N: This isn’t going to be the best thing I’ve written by a long shot. This whole thing is just like a daydream I have sometimes and I was encouraged to just write it out because maybe that would help me unclog the writers block. Honestly, I’ve just been drained lately and I don’t have the energy to be creative, so I’m cranking this thing out in the hopes that it’ll spark something. I’d call this a crack fic but I don’t know if it’s unhinged enough to qualify.

Song Reference: Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

gif by jameschildress

As the daughter of Tony Stark, you had been in the spotlight your entire life. So when you announced that you would be releasing your debut album as a musician, the internet was hyped up immediately. You didn’t need to promote it at all, but you still released small clips on social media and dropped a single before the release of the album.

The Avengers are close to you, they’re your big found family… But when they asked to listen to the album before the official release, you still said no. Obviously, they continued to ask and even attempted to bribe you, but you were adamant that they would have to wait like everyone else.

Finally, the album dropped. To celebrate, everyone gathered in the common area while you set up a camera to record their reactions as you all listened. In the living room sat your father, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Clint, and Wanda. The “extended” team members like Peter Parker, the Guardians of the Galaxy, Carol, and Dr. Strange were listening on their own and simply texting you their thoughts.

“Okay, guys. Get your snacks and stuff now because I’m not going to wait ten minutes in between songs for you to grab something,” Tony bosses, completely impatient.

You chuckle, “You do know that I’m controlling the music, right?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll have Friday override the speakers if I have to.”

“Alright, are we ready yet? Yelena is already trying to text me about it and I don’t want spoilers,” Natasha complains from her spot on one of the couches, bowl of popcorn in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, settle down.” Once everyone is sat, you take your spot on a stool by the camera, “Okay, if you need me to pause or rewind, raise your hand or something. Or listen to it again later on your own. I’ll pause between songs so you can get your comments and questions out. Sound good?”

Sam waves his hand, “We got it, just play it already, we’re tired of waiting.”

“Patience, Samuel. Alright, the first song is called ‘Brutal’.” You press play on your phone, which is bluetooth connected to the speakers in the room.

The song opens with classical instrumental music, surprising the group. They’ve heard the clips released on your social media, and this doesn’t seem to fit at all.

I want it to be, like, messy.

Suddenly the music is louder and faster paced, taking on a more punk rock sound. Tony grins wide, “That’s my kid!”

I’m so insecure, I think

That I’ll die before I drink

And I’m so caught up in the news

Of who likes me, and who hates you

And I’m so tired that I might

Quit my job, start a new life

And they’d all be so disappointed

‘Cause who am I, if not exploited?

Reactions across the room are mixed. Bucky and Steve look a little thrown off, not used to this type of music. Tony looks prouder than ever. Pepper and Sam look proud, but you can tell they’re not sure what to think about the tone of it. Natasha and Clint have “I told you so” written all over their faces. Thor is enthusiastic and smiling wide. And Bruce and Wanda seem to be trying to dissect and analyze the lyrics as they listen.

And I’m so sick of seventeen

Where’s my fucking teenage dream?

“Language,” slips from Steve before he can stop himself. “Also, you’re not seventeen anymore?”

“I wrote it a while ago and I decided to leave it like that. I wanted it to be truthful to where I was in my life when I wrote it.” The group nods as the song continues.

If someone tells me one more time

“Enjoy your youth,” I’m gonna cry

And I don’t stick up for myself

I’m anxious and nothing can help

And I wish I’d done this before

And I wish people liked me more

“Awe, sweetheart,” Wanda frowns. Everyone seems conflicted. Like they’re unsure whether they should be banging their heads or offering you hugs.

All I did was try my best

This the kind of thanks I get?

Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah)

They say these are the golden years

But I wish I could disappear

Ego crush is so severe

God, it’s brutal out here

You frown at how the mood was brought down by the lyrics. Quickly, you pause. “Guys, stop that. This is supposed to be a fun song.”

“It is fun, but you’re my daughter, of course I’m going to be concerned,” Tony pouts. “Why didn’t you talk to me about this stuff?”

“Because I didn’t feel like I needed to. I get these feelings out in therapy and in my songs, so it’s not like I’m bottling it in. I have some healthy coping mechanisms.”

Bruce takes the opportunity to speak up. “Some?”

“Nobody’s perfect, Bruce. You guys don’t need to know everything.” You chuckle to diffuse the tension, but resume the music before anyone can argue.

I feel like no one wants me

And I hate the way I’m perceived

I only have two real friends

And lately, I’m a nervous wreck

‘Cause I love people I don’t like

And I hate every song I write

And I’m not cool and I’m not smart

And I can’t even parallel park

“Are we not your friends?” Thor pouts, genuinely sad.

“You guys don’t count. You’re family.” That answer seems to appease them, but they’re clearly still concerned. The chorus plays once more before the music starts to wind down.

Got a broken ego, broken heart

God, I don’t even know where to start

The song ends, so you pause before the next one automatically starts. “What did you guys think?” You wait nervously for their response. They mean a lot to you, so you want them to like your music.

“I loved it, but the lyrics are kinda sad when I think about them…” Pepper admits cautiously, not wanting you to think she didn’t like it.

You give her a nervous smile, “I’m gonna be honest. Some of the stuff on here is sad. Some of it is probably gonna upset you… I don’t tell you guys everything, and there are some things in here that you guys don’t know about. I’m sorry about that; but the last thing I want is for you guys to pity me or anything like that.” Chuckling, you attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m an angsty girl. In this album I get a little sad, a little angry, a little petty, but try not to get too heartbroken over it. Please?”

“No promises, kid. We’re your family. We’re absolutely going to get protective.” Sam grins, keeping his comment lighthearted, even though he means every word.

“Fine, I’ll take it.”

Steve raises his hand patiently, “Are all of the songs this… upbeat?” He asks, unsure of what to call the sound.

“No, some of them slow down. But some of them are more punk like this. I won’t give you a heart attack.” He laughs at your joke, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, I think we’re ready for the next one,” Clint says, causing the others to nod. “Hit us with it!”

You laugh, pulling up your music app. “Okay, okay. Here we go…”

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[vivalgi]

I finished a book! Yay.

I liked it. ID2 is far from perfect but I think it turned out better than the first book.

I loved the most the MC's heartbreaking struggle as a newly turned vampire and how he gradually learned to accept it. He seemed too happy about the news at the end of book 1 so I was glad about the change of tone. Probably a hot take but I really enjoyed the troubled relationship with mom. It was a great mix of infuriating and heartfelt moments. Gore and violence were fun too. I was grinning every time bodies were torn apart and limbs flew around, especially when the MC did it.

The timeline was all over the place. The events of book 1 seemed to take place in autumn, yet when book 2 took off right where the 1st one ended, it was already early spring. Even in the CH16 diamond scene by the red beech tree, the MC mentions that the hunters attacked only a couple of months after the Creator, yet in the same scene Lewyn says the Creator attack happened last year. When the hunters attack, it's also suddenly summer solstice when it doesn't feel like there's been any significant time jump.

Steamy scenes were also disappointingly vague and confusing. Instead of being able to immerse myself in the moment, I had to crack my head where the characters were, in what position, how the LI was suddenly behind the MC, what they were wearing and whether they were getting each other off with hands or the MC was actually penetrating. PB really peaked with Shipwrecked and Untameable with the quality and explicitness.

The enemies were better than the one-dimensional big bad with his banal desire to conquer the world. I even somewhat sympathize with the hunters. The vampires hunt and likely kill innocent people or at the very least steal blood bags from hospitals. The hunters also live in danger and sacrifice idyllic family life for the greater good. I never really understood why the vampire covens feel the need to grow their populations. Blood is scarce and vampires need to keep a low profile, so I'd be more selfish and keep the numbers in check instead, like in Bloodbound. I was disappointed that Lewyn and Astoria didn't get their punishments yet. Hopefully we'll eventually get to pay them back for all the pain they've caused.

To describe my romance route, then it was a bit complicated. Both LIs have qualities I love and dislike. Gabriela is sweet and kind and I prefer her more humane approach to vampire life, but she can be a bit overbearing with her knight-in-shining-armor personality and from time to time it shows that beneath the surface there's a male LI. I still have a hard time to accept Cas' desire to hunt unsuspecting hikers and how she looks down on humans, but her rebellious spirit is alluring and I've enjoyed how she's gradually become emotionally more open. She's also written more neutrally in terms of gender coding (BTW, Cas' default pronouns are female in the dialogue script).

In book 1 I mostly leaned towards Cas, sharing even the L-word with her, and I continued along the same line in book 2 as well. Since I didn't want to make Cas jealous, then I didn't even kiss Gabriela before the threesome scene at the very end. There was quite a lot of pining and many angsty moments with Gabriela and since I didn't have enough romance points with her (until the daydreaming scene about the future together with the two) then there weren't any awkward moments to ruin the immersion either. I wish there were some growing sexual tension between the two LIs as well but otherwise I think think the throuple or poly arrangement played out pretty naturally at the end.

Not sure what the future holds though. I checked that the lead writer left in spring and recently contributed to a kinky vampire smut for Chapters, so apparently ID3 will be handed over to someone else (she was also the writing lead for the first 5 chapters of Bitten). I'm quite worried because of what happened to OH, how Blades 2 was a little bit of a let down and how COP series has degraded over time due to changing writers.

[nanowrimo]

How to Unstick Your Camp NaNoWriMo Project

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. ProWritingAid, a 2023 NaNo sponsor, helps you turn your rough first draft into a clean, clear, publish-ready manuscript. Today, author Krystal N. Craiker shares some tips on how to push through to the end of your writing project when you’re feeling stuck:

Camp NaNo is the ultimate test of your creativity. You push your writing skills and habits to a new level. 

It’s inevitable that at some point this month—or any time when you’re writing a novel—you’re going to get stuck. 

You’ll run into a plot conundrum, or you’ll feel creatively drained. You’ll stare at the page and have no clue what to write next.

It happens to all of us, so don’t worry. Here are some of my favorite ways to get my stories unstuck and my creativity flowing once again.

1. Go Outside

Writing is an isolating process, and writers are notorious for losing hours of the day to the computer screen. But when you’re stuck in a rut, staring at the page stressed out doesn’t make things better.

Get up. Go get a drink of water. Then go outside. What you do next doesn’t matter. You can get some exercise in or drive to the coffee shop. Birdwatch, play with the kids, splash in some puddles—you get the idea.

A little movement and some sunshine will help you feel refreshed when you sit back down at the computer.

2. Brain Dump

This is my tried and true method for NaNoWriMo. When I reach a point in my novel that I don’t know what to write (or just don’t want to write), I insert a random brain dump. 

I’ll write what I’m feeling about this scene and type out what I think the issue is. Sometimes, it’s just a bulleted list and others it’s a stream-of-consciousness flow. Here’s an example:

“I don’t know what to write here. I was going to kill off that character but didn’t. Somehow I need to get to X plot point from here. How do I do that? This is so frustrating. Now that I didn’t kill them off, I need a good reason for them to stay in the story. What are their motivations?”

If that’s all you write during a writing session, that’s okay. You were still working on your novel, so it still counts.

3. Use AI

It’s the first NaNo event since Chat GPT opened to the public and countless AI tools are popping up. AI can be a great way to brainstorm and spark inspiration.

As writers, we often get hung up on finding the perfect way to say something. But you don’t need to let one sentence slow down your writing flow.

Rephrase by ProWritingAid is a brand-new feature meant for writers like you. You can highlight any sentence, click Rephrase, and generate a new sentence. Shorten or lengthen a sentence, change the tone to formal or informal, or add sensory detail. 

Here’s a boring sentence I wrote: “Quinn entered the dark and cold forest.”

And here’s a sentence Rephrase gave me: “Quinn shivered as he stepped into the cold, dark forest, the air thick with the scent of damp earth.”

I can build off that! Now I’m more excited to write this scene that was feeling bland. 

Sign up for ProWritingAid to get access to Rephrase and more than 20 in-depth writing reports.

4. Keep Going

Whatever you do, don’t give up! Getting stuck is part of the process. When you hit that creative wall, give one of these methods a try.

Your story still wants to be written, so keep writing.

Krystal N. Craiker is the Writing Pirate, an indie romance author and content writer who sails the seven internet seas, breaking tropes and bending genres. She has a background in anthropology and education, which bring fresh perspectives to her romance novels. When she’s not daydreaming about her next book or article, you can find her cooking gourmet gluten-free cuisine, laughing at memes, and playing board games. Krystal lives in Dallas, Texas with her husband, child, and two dogs.

Top photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash  

[tavyliasin]

Haarlep x Writer - Warmup Drabble~

Sometimes my darling little muse refuses to sit in my head to inspire me, so I write little pieces to entice them back to me. Honestly it really works to get the gears turning for spice writing, so have a little self-indulgent Haarlep, and may they inspire all of you to greater works too~ (I'm also planning an artist version for all of you darling artists too, but that'll be on hold for a little while) Smut below the cut, though it's just mild here because it only needed to get things moving the right way. The real smut will be published later, with the rest of the Raphael piece I'm working on~

----- “Where are you…” You muttered aloud, frustrated that your favourite muse had left your mind once more. “Could you please come home? I need to finish-” The sensation of a flash of light in the back of your mind, the ghost of the scent of cinnamon, cherry, hot leather, and heavy smoke curling around your memory. Wings spread in an impressive display as they stood at their full height, masculine form filling your mind with their presence. “ Finish? Ha! You left.” It was hard to place their tone. It was somewhere between genuinely offended and a snarl of annoyance. “I didn’t have a choice.” You replied in your mind now, speaking to the apparition in your thoughts, chiding them even as you desperately wanted to reach out, pull on the strap of their harness, feel them closer- “I see your mind has yet to be cleaned~” They purred, amused by the images of themselves flitting about like moths through your consciousness, drawn to the light in their fiery eyes. “Good, keep it that way.” “But every time I try, I keep stalling…I can’t-” “Oh but you can ,” they interrupted, running a clawed finger down their own body, enticing you to take in every inch of them with your mind’s eye, “you’ve done it before and you’ll do it again. Now, close your eyes.” “I can’t write if I do that!” Another whine, a complaint even as you followed their instruction. “You’ll just have to remember.” Their wicked grin widened as their influence spread to your senses. This was their way, taking over a daydream, much like the incubi of stories in your own world. You could feel their knees pressing either side of your thighs, the weight of them above you, the heat of their body as they leaned in closer. But it was their voice in your ear that curled your toes and rose the heat in your blood… “Here, my sweet Little Pen, I will forgive you for excluding me from your recent endeavours…for now.” You felt the phantom heat against your lips, the whisper of their tongue upon yours, a mere dream of how they might taste more than enough to quicken your heart. “There, now,” their clawed finger curled under your chin, your head tilting back automatically, “you are so very good, when you wish to be. Now, open your eyes and fill that page. If you do well enough, perhaps I might see fit to return to your dreams tonight.” The lingering memory of their touch remained even as your eyes fluttered open, pushing yourself back to reality with the echo of their promise in your mind. I can do this, you pressed the determination through your entire being, I’ve done it before and I can do it again. Just words on a page, words for my muse… “Haarlep…” Their name escaped into the air on your whispered breath, and somewhere in the shadows their laughter wound its way through reality. “I do so look forward to our little chats~ I’ll be watching, my dear Little Pen, you will not let me down.” 

[crowdvscritic]

round up // JUNE 24

This post is late 'cause I'm a writer, Though Austin Butler's cute in The Bikeriders, Who didn’t have time for post creation Before my big summer vacation. And it marks the 12th year Of this little blog now. With a 283rd post, I’ve know I got it down. Too bad anxiety don't do it for ya, John Wayne, he dream came trued it for ya, Bad Boys rebooted up for ya. Now I’m singin' Sabrina all night, oh, Is it that sweet? I guess so. Type it up, down, left, right, oh, Switch it up like Nintendo. Crowd vs. Critic, I know That's that me espresso

June Crowd-Pleasers

1. Bad Boys: Ride or Die (2024)

The fourth Bad Boys is functioning on three levels: 

It reminds us just how fun buddy cop comedies can be.

It’s a soft reboot of the franchise. 

It’s testing the waters for Will Smith’s future.

Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10

2. “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter (2024)

It may be technically too early to call the race for Song of the Summer, but it’s going to take a major earworm to dethrone Sabrina Carpenter’s caffeinated pop hit for me. I’ve started playing it on repeat and daydreaming dance routines while driving—is it that sweet? I guess so.

3. Inside Out 2 (2024)

This sequel works because t’s a logical next step for Riley’s growth, but also because of its precision in identifying the competing emotions of middle school. That’s a lovely subversion of the neat endings in most family entertainment, and like most every Pixar entry, it did make me cry. Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8.5/10

4. Anxious People by Fredrik Backman (2019)

The narrator—a cousin of Arrested Development's—informs us this is a story about a bank robbery gone wrong. It’s also a story about realtors, falling in love, rabbits, therapy sessions, bedroom closets, police work, bridges, and strange coincidences. It’s a laugh-out-loud ensemble (with some scenes so non sequitur I could imagine them in the best Adam McKay movies) and a sentimental rom-com (with some scenes reminiscent of Nora Ephron’s tone). 

5. Behind Enemy Lines (2001)

This action movie based on a true story more than lives up to its title. When Owen Wilson’s cocky Navy pilot gets caught, yes, behind enemy lines, he then, yes, has to go through a Top Gun-inspired arc. But neither Wilson nor Gene Hackman are phoning in what could’ve been a paint-by-numbers war film, which makes it both thrilling and poignant. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 7.5/10

MORE JUNE CROWD-PLEASERS // House Rules by Myquillyn Smith (2023) isn’t the restricting guide the title suggests but a collection of 100 decorating inspirations // Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby (2006) and Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues (2013) make me miss Adam McKay’s true comedy days, when his political views made his jokes more poignant instead of overwhelming the intent of his script // Poms (2019) is a fun entry in the recent trend of Older Screen Lady Legends Doing It For Themselves subgenre (See also: 80 for Brady) // I.S.S. (2023) is more thoughtful than a junkie space thriller needs to be // In the Land of Saint and Sinners (2023) is a classic Western that just happens to be set in Ireland // Snack Shack (2024) is more crass than I prefer, but what works has American Graffiti vibes

June Critic Picks

1. The Bikeriders (2024)

It’s like Austin Butler overheard Robert Redford say, “Paul Newman and I are the handsomest white men who have ever been on screen,” and he said, “Hold my comb.” Butler knows he’s beautiful, and so does writer/director Jeff Nichols, who based The Bikeriders on a book of photography. Nichols also knows how cool guys in leather jackets look while smoking and riding motorcycles (even if we consciously know all of those things are dangerous clichés) and that it takes someone as gorgeous as Butler to make us believe a skeptical woman like Jodie Comer’s Kathy would sell her soul to have him. It’s one of best films of the year so far, and you can hear more thoughts in my review on KTRS's Carney Show. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9.5/10

2. Double Feature - ‘40s Rom-Coms With With Political Twists: Without Reservations (1946) + State of the Union (1948)

In Frank Capra’s State of the Union (Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10), Spencer Tracy is considering running for President of the United States with the help of lover Angela Lansbury and to the chagrin of wife Katharine Hepburn. In Mervyn LeRoy’s Without Reservations (8/10 // 8.5/10), famous author Claudette Colbert is road-tripping incognito (much like she did in It Happened One Night) after falling hard for returning soldier John Wayne. In both romances, politics are the force driving apart the couples we’re rooting for, and in Reservations, you also get a perfect rom-com BFF in Don DeFore. 

3. The Cross of Lorraine (1943)

About the same time Casablanca came out, Peter Lorre played a supporting role in another World War II adventure filmed as people were escaping the Nazis in real life. This French POW drama (also co-starring Gene Kelly) walked so that Steve McQueen could jump that motorcycle in The Great Escape. Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 8/10

4. Broadcast News (1987)

What’s a girl to do when she has no time to write a valedictorian speech? And what’s a girl to do when she has to choose between two terrible love interests while working in the world of TV journalism? In ep. 140 of SO IT’S A SHOW?, Kayla and I are digging into the ‘80s romantic dramedy Broadcast News and trying to figure out what the hey it has to do with Rory’s graduation in Gilmore Girls. Why is Lorelai comparing Rory to Holly Hunter? What ethical controversy (if you can even call it that) could make Holly Hunter break up with a dreamy news anchor? And how much do we love The Incredibles? Listen in for a special report on all of these stories.

5. Fancy Dance (2023)

Part mystery, part character drama, all Lily Gladstone star power. Fancy Dance overlaps in plot and theme with Killers of the Flower Moon, but Gladstone has created a completely different character stuck in a world of crime and custody battles. Watch my full review on KMOV. Crowd: 7/10 // Critic: 8.5/10

Also in June…

I reviewed Janet Planet for ZekeFilm, which was the opposite of Snack Shack: On paper it's a film I should've loved, but I didn't care for the execution.

Photo credits: Anxious People. All others IMDb.com.

[bella-caecilia]

Ooo! #7 (you can pick any fic of yours :)), #12, #13 for the fanfic writer ask please! Hope all is well darling! 😊

Thank you for the asks, dear <3 I'm well because I'm on vacation and visiting my big sister. And I'm drowning myself in Cobert daydreams without plot, so all is well indeed :D Hope you're doing fine, too <3

#7 what is your favourite sentence/paragraph?

I don't quite know about my favourite and didn't put much thought into this but I like the following one from "A Little Less Lost":

"I... I know," she brought out blubbering. Her arms that had hung loosely at her sides now wrapped around his body, and her hands clutched rather desperately at his back. "Robert," she sobbed because she needed to feel his name on her lips. "Robert, Robert, Robert," she buried her face in his shoulder, and her quiet voice was muffled by his jacket.

"Oh, Cora." He stroked her hair, and his tone was a little emotional after all. Feeling him so close was all Cora needed right now. Nothing had felt as right lately as the feeling of Robert in her arms and around her at that moment. The warm air of his breath hit the shell of her ear, and even though Cora's body was still rocked by her sobs, his breath was like a lullaby in her ear.

#12 what headcanon will you keep implementing in your fics, even if canon ends up contradicting it?

I don't think I stray that far from canon with my headcanons, I just like to add (but maybe I'm delusional and I'm far off with my headcanons lol). But sure, there are some headcanons I will stick to no matter what. For example, Robert being slightly obsessed with things like Cora's hands + her lotion or Cora's hair once she lets it down. I also headcanon Cora's greatest fear being disappointing Robert and letting him down and this controls a lot of her actions and decisions. In my headcanons, Cora is also a more involved mother in pre-canon than might be indicated by canon. Like, there are some important hints with her daughters she doesn't catch in the earlier seasons and she seems to be all about matchmaking but I don't like to apply how this could translate to pre-canon. For me, she is considerably more attentive and caring and motherly than typical for her times. I think a big one is also an understanding! & attentive!Robert despite his Donk moments. I'm a sucker for Robert appreciating Cora always and I guess I like to add that to more storylines and scenes (e.g. the few s2 things I wrote) than would fit canon because we all know he can be a Donk and miss important ways to appreciate his wife sometimes. And I know this is the angst a lot of you like but it's definitely something that is underrepresented in my fics and I stand by that.

#13 do you make playlists for when you write? if so, share!

No, not really. I once made a playlist for "Lessons to Learn" (I can't find it right now) but I didn't listen to it more than to other music while writing LTL. And it really depends on my mood, whether I listen to music at all while writing. I think most of the time I actually write in silence.

[hollyoongs]

imagine pervy roommate switch!jungwon. always secretly stealing your panties, sliding them onto his cock, pretending to fuck into you. taking glances at your plump ass whenever you bend over to pick something up and always staring at your hard nipples, that are showing through your tight shirts. he has had a crush on you for so long and inside his room he gets off the thought of you under him, as often as he can. but what he doesn't know is that you're into him too. one day, he walks into your shared apartment after his classes and hears moans pouring from inside your room. with his name right at the tip of your tongue. hearing the beautiful sounds you emit, which are caused by your thoughts of him, gets him so aroused, hard, and giddy. his tip red and angry, already leaking just from your voice alone :( he starts to pump himself, watching you carefully through the slightly open door, biting on his bottom lip. terribly failing at suppressing his sighs and groans. you hear him and tell him to come in— "why don't you come fuck me instead of standing out there like a creep hmm?" you tease. he chuckles and immediately obliges. "i've been waiting to ruin you for so long doll" he speaks before walking towards you and connecting both of your lips together in a hot, passionate yet rough kiss.

hi ! this is js a prompt i thought of, and i'd love to see your take on this. however, ONLY if you're comfortable writing about this ! i couldn't find rules on your account, so i'm not sure what you're comfortable with and what not ☹️ anyway i love your aesthetic, writing, way with words, style, and blog so soooo much !! 🩵 you have become one of my favorite writers, and if not, maybe even my #1. thank you for your hardwork, we all appreciate it more than you know. i hope you have a wonderful day/night~♡

Messing you up, I throw it all away (taemin - guilty) Gift you once as a bait, then I take everything

ᨓ 。pervert yang jungwon x fem reader ꒰🎨꒱﹕fluff ﹕+3.0k contains: vouyerism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, clothing fetish, power play/dominance (dom jungwon), rough sex, slapping, orgasm control, recording, pet names (slut, doll, baby and princess) ┈─★

[十一] Living with Jungwon has always been a unique experience, ever since you both decided to share an apartment at the very beginning of college. Jungwon and you had one friend in common, Sunghoon, and Sunghoon, being your childhood friend since you were seven, was someone you knew well and trusted implicitly, just the way he trusted Jungwon.

Over the years, you and Sunghoon saw each other grow into the adults you both are now, and Jungwon, always next to him, did too. At the age of sixteen, you began to see Jungwon in another light. His features and body, in general, had changed, becoming more defined and mature. His polite and caring attitude was still very present, but there was something more.

There was a quiet confidence about him, a steadiness that drew you in. You found yourself noticing the little things: the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the sound of his laughter that always seemed to brighten your day, and the way he would always make sure you were okay, even during the busiest times. Living together brought these observations into sharper focus, making your feelings for him grow stronger with each passing day.

Despite his seemingly innocent demeanor, there was a certain intensity in his eyes whenever you were around that you catched after realizing your feelings for him. You'd catch him stealing glances at your body, his eyes lingering on your curves, your tight shirts, and your ass. Little did he know, you were just as affected by his presence, often daydreaming about him in ways that would make your cheeks flush.

You couldn't take his ayes off him. At pool parties, you had to rub your tights together when you saw him getting out of the pool, his wet hair clinging to his forehead and droplets of water trailing down his toned chest. You found yourself yearning for his touch, imagining what it would feel like to run your fingers through his damp locks or to trace the outline of his muscles with your fingertips.

So, when Sunghoon told you that you and Jungwon were about to be in the same college and you had space in your department for a roommate, he begged you to let him in. You still wanted to slap yourself after you said, "Yeah, sure. It would be fun!" You barely made it when the group went out. 

Everything was fine; Jungwon was a pretty good roomate, bringing you some food when he could, keeping everything clean; he was simply perfect in that sense. Until you came to the department from a party you went to with Sunghoon, Jungwon wasn't going because he wasn't feeling like going to one. 

You still remember that day vividly. You took your heels off and tiptoed to your room in case Jungwon was sleeping, being completely wrong after. Your room was opened, and Jungwon was sitting down in your bed, his sweatpants to the level of his ankles, his left palm pushing into the sheets of your bed for support while he pumped his cock with your pants, his moans and growls coming from him, and your name slipping from his tongue like a mantra.

You were shocked, to say the least, but that's when you realized that Jungwon had his own secret, one he indulged in when he was sure you weren't around. But to make sure, you went out a couple times to see more, and it was always the same.

He'd sneak into your room, stealing your pants and sliding them onto his cock, pretending to fuck into you. And similar to him, when he sneaked in a few girls every now and then, you stayed awake and heard him, touching yourself while imagining you underneath him, moaning his name as he took you over and over again.

It had been a month since that shocking discovery, and the dynamic between you and Jungwon had shifted. Every time you looked at him, those memories flooded your mind—the sight of him in your room, lost in his own world with your pants. It was both unsettling and strangely arousing.

You tried to maintain a sense of normalcy, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Jungwon seemed oblivious to your newfound knowledge, continuing to be the perfect roommate during the day while indulging in his secret fantasies at night. The tension between you grew palpable, thick with unspoken desires and secrets.

One evening, you found yourself alone in the apartment. Jungwon had yet to return from his evening class. You couldn't shake the images from your mind—the way he looked, the sounds he made. Your body responded despite your attempts to suppress it. You grabbed your phone and called the person with whom you talked the most.

"Hey, what's up?"

The male voice received you on the other line, and you smiled, happy to hear Sunghoon.

"Nothing; I just wanted to bother you for some minutes before I do my homework."

"That's bad, because I'll hang up right now."

"Why?"

"Because I'm eating out with Jungwon, Heeseung, and Sunoo."

The name of your roomate made you gulp.

"Really? I thought he was in class."

"Today is Wednesday, the day he told you he would swim in the pool."

You think once again, rubbing together, feeling your pants getting sticky.

You tried to push those feelings aside, focusing on the conversation with the person on the phone.

"So, what are you guys up to tonight?"

You asked, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil within.

"Just grabbing dinner. Jungwon wanted to celebrate finishing a big project,"

Came the reply, casual and oblivious to the storm of thoughts swirling in your mind.

"Ah, that's nice, have fun then."

You managed, your voice strained.

"Will do. Hey, are you okay? You sound a bit off."

You hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.

"Just a long day. I'll be fine. Thanks for chatting."

"No problem; see you at Heeseung's party this Saturday."

And then he hung up, but you couldn't care less; it felt so wrong to be thinking about Jungwon the way you did; the reactions of your body to it were out of this world. You left your phone on your desk and touched yourself, surprising yourself with how wet you were. Your cheeks got red. You were far from being a virgin; although it was time to at least give yourself some pleasure, maybe you could relieve some stress from college and stop thinking about the boy.

You took a deep breath, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through your body rather than the conflicting emotions in your mind. Your fingers traced lightly over your heated skin, slipping under the edge of your pants. The memory of Jungwon, his moans, and the illicit image of him using your pants fueled your arousal despite your attempts to resist.

As you touched yourself, your thoughts drifted to the times you had heard him with other girls, imagining it was you he was praising. The image of Jungwon, strong and intense, took hold of your imagination. You moaned softly, the sound muffled by the back of your hand pressed against your lips.

"Jungwon…" you gasped, follwing with some whimpers.

Your mind raced with guilt and desire, the thrill of the forbidden mingling with the need for release. You moved your hand more urgently, your hips lifting off the bed as your breath quickened. Each stroke brought you closer to the edge, the tension coiling tighter within you.

In your mind's eye, you pictured Jungwon's face contorted in pleasure, his fingers gripping the sheets just as they had gripped your pants. The fantasy blurred the lines between reality and imagination, heightening your arousal to a fever pitch.

"Fuck! Jungwon, don't stop." 

— : ☆

Jungwon returned to the apartment after his meal, exhaustion evident on his face despite having just hung out with his friends.

"Fuck! Jungwon, don't stop." 

He stood still, taking one of his airpods to see if it was you who called. His fatigue vanished the moment he heard the unmistakable sounds of moans coming from your room. He froze, his breath hitching as he recognized his name mixed in with your moans.

Jungwon's mind raced, and his body reacted instantly. 

He couldn't help himself; he moved towards your slightly open door, peeking in to see you lying on your bed, fingers working furiously between your legs, your back arched in pleasure. He didn't ever care how long he was staring at you, but he was sure it was minutes as he saw your face scrunching for pleasure as time passed.

"Yes, Jungwon!" His cock strained against his pants, already leaking from just the sound of you. His hand moved to his cock, pumping slowly as he watched you. He bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress his sighs and groans but failing miserably. The sight of you, so lost in pleasure, was almost too much for him to handle.

You were lost in the moment; you let go completely, succumbing to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your body shuddered with release, washing over you easily.

— : ☆

Your eyes opened after calming yourself, locking onto his through the small gap in the door.

Maybe it was the pleasure making you talk, but a wicked smile played on your lips as you caught him in the act. "Why don't you come fuck me instead of standing out there like a creep, hmm?" you teased, your voice dripping with seduction.

Jungwon's eyes widened, and a chuckle escaped his lips. He didn't need to be told twice. He pushed the door open, stepping into your room with a confident swagger. "I've been waiting to ruin you for so long, doll," he growled, his voice low and husky.

He reached your bed in a few swift steps, his hands finding your hips as he pulled you roughly toward him. His lips crashed onto yours in a hot, passionate yet rough kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperate hunger.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his abdomen. Jungwon's hands moved to your ass, squeezing it firmly as he ground his cock against your wet heat.

Breaking the kiss, he looked into your eyes, his gaze dark with desire. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured, his voice trembling with need.

"I know, baby, why do you think I have to wash my pants almost every single day?" you teased breathlessly.

Jungwon's eyes darkened with lust, a smirk playing on his lips. "You've been driving me crazy, tempting me without even knowing it," he admitted huskily, his hands roaming up your sides.

Your breath hitched as his touch sent shivers down your spine. "And you've been sneaking into my room, imagining me like this?" You asked with a hint of mischief in your voice.

He nodded, his gaze intense. "You have no idea," he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of your pants and sending a jolt of electricity through you.

You gasped softly, your hands finding his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your touch. "Show me," you whispered, pulling him closer, craving more of his touch.

With a low growl, Jungwon leaned in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands moved with purpose, stripping away the barriers between you, leaving you both naked and exposed, bodies pressed together in a frenzy of need and desire.

"I've wanted to taste you for so long," he confessed between kisses, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You moaned softly, arching into his touch, your hands threading through his hair. "Then what are you waiting for?" You gasped, your voice thick with longing.

He didn't hesitate, his lips finding their way to your breasts and his tongue flicking over your hardened nipples. Pleasure surged through you, making you tremble beneath him, your fingers clutching at his shoulders.

"Jungwon," you moaned, your back arching as he continued his relentless assault on your senses, each touch pushing you closer to the edge.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're mine now," he growled possessively, his hands sliding down your body and igniting a fire within you that only he could quench.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but this time, it wasn't just anticipation—it was a thrill of something more primal, more urgent. You could sense the raw hunger in Jungwon's touch, a need that matched your own. There was no room for gentleness now; there was only a burning desire to possess and be possessed.

As his lips found yours again, the kiss was fierce and demanding. His hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head as he dominated your mouth, his tongue exploring every inch with a relentless hunger. You gasped into the kiss, your body arching against his as you felt his hardness pressing against your thigh.

"You've been teasing me for too long," Jungwon growled against your lips, his voice rough with desire. "Now I'm going to take what's mine."

With a swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up with a commanding force. You could feel his arousal against your skin, hot and insistent, as he positioned himself behind you. His hands traced down your spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, before gripping your hips firmly.

"You feel so good," Jungwon murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "I've dreamt about having you like a dumb slut below me, just like you are right now."

His words only fueled the fire burning inside you, igniting a passion that threatened to consume both of you. Your fingers traced the lines of his body, feeling the strength and heat that radiated from him. Each touch and each kiss brought you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Without hesitation, Jungwon entered you roughly, filling you completely with one deep thrust. The sensation was overwhelming—a mixture of pleasure and pain that ignited a primal need within you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned as he began to move, each thrust driving you closer to the edge, his grip on your hips unyielding.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and his growls of satisfaction. Jungwon's pace was relentless, his movements primal and possessive as he claimed you, each thrust pushing you both towards the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck," he grunted, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate. "You feel so fucking good."

"Do I feel good, Jungwon?" You whimpered, seeking validation. A hard slap on your ass made you jump, grabbing the pillow below you.

Jungwon's answer was a possessive growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you with renewed intensity. The sting from his slap sent waves of sensation through your body, mingling pain with pleasure in a way that only heightened your arousal.

"You feel fucking incredible," he admitted hoarsely, his voice strained with desire. His thrusts became more erratic, driven by an urgent need to claim you completely. "You're mine, all mine," he growled possessively, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You whimpered in response, the mixture of sensations overwhelming your senses. His dominance fueled your own desires, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust. Your body responded eagerly, arching into him as you met each of his movements with equal fervor.

The rhythm between you intensified, a symphony of moans and skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. Each moment was a crescendo of pleasure, building towards a climax that promised to consume you both.

As your moans mingled with his, you felt the tension coil tighter within you. Jungwon's grip on your hips became almost bruising, his pace relentless as he drove you towards the edge of bliss.

"Jungwon!" you gasped, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. "I'm… I'm so close…"

He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. "Cum for me," he demanded hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "I want to fill you, baby."

You could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, your body responding eagerly to his rough touch. Pleasure built like a storm inside you, the intensity of his desire mirrored in your own. Your hands grasped the sheets, your nails digging into the fabric, as you surrendered yourself completely to him.

Jungwon's thrusts became erratic, driven by his own need for release. His hand went to your neck, lifting your hold body as you hekd into his arms for support. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath mingling with your skin as he groaned in pleasure. Your back arched, and you cried out in pleasure as he filled you completely, sending you over the edge as his fingers went to your swollen clitoral area.

"Come on, princess, make a mess."

With a cry of his name, you shattered around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you as your body convulsed in ecstasy. Jungwon followed closely behind, his movements growing more frenzied as he found his own release, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully.

"Give me your phone, princess." You were too fucked up to actually give it to him, so he reached for it when you pointed it out. The flash made you close your eyes for a second, feeling how he left your body and growled low. "Princess, you should see how you're filled with my cum."

His dick went back and forth into you, making you cry from the overstimulation and feeling dizzy from the pleasure.

"Fuck, Jungwon," he entered his fingers inside yours, moving them at a rapid pace, your cries being louder as you felt another orgasm building with you.

"I won't stop until you squirt all over me." He moved even faster, and you turned around when his fingers left your cunt alone.

"You're fucking nasty." You spoke, your fingers going to your clitoral area while he still fucked your pussy with his fingers, and your eyes went to the back of your head, putting more pressure on your clitoral area as you started feeling the shakes of your second orgasm.

"But you like the idea that I can't even move my fingers because of how tight you are." You gave a few slaps to your clitoral area until you finally came undone, squirting all over him and your phone, which was recoding all the mess you did for him and only him. "There we go, princess."

He stopped recording, leaving your phone next to you and going straight for a kiss. You felt his dick cumming on your stomach when he was on top of you, dripplets of his cum all over your abdomen.

You collapsed together, breathing heavily, sweat-slicked bodies pressed close as you rode out the aftershocks of your passion. Jungwon's arms wrapped around you protectively, pulling you into his embrace as he pressed tender kisses to your shoulder.

No one said a word after, and both of you went to the bathroom for a third round. When he saw your body fully soaped and getting cleaned up, the two of you slept together as he promised to clean the sheets and the bed itself to get rid of everything.

As you lay there in each other's arms, you both knew that this needed to be talked about, but one thing you knew was that you wouldn't let that dick go away from you.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Jungwon stans, hold yourself, later comes another one, I want to kiss you saur bad anon 🦋

[genshrineimpact]

universe abound

| ◆ ch.5 ⑊ high tea.

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

◇ a/n ◇ how do writers build such intricate worlds i am literally pulling my hair rn trying to connect the dots and covering the plot holes sldkfjlsdkf no one look

"your grace-"

"[name]."

"how could i dare to speak the sacred name with this lowly tongue of mi-"

"beel."

the joy that spreads across her expression just from a single mutter of her name makes you feel a little awkward. you weren't even saying it in a pleasant tone, more of a ‘parent scolding a child’ type of tone… you used to find the cultish and worshipping tendencies of sagau romantic, but to actually receive the treatment like this… it feels a little daunting.

"that is my name, yes!"

"hey! how come she gets called by name and not me! i, for one, will gladly call you by name as much as you want!" barbatos puffs out his chest proudly, throwing you his signature wide smile. you’re still not used to this version of him - you have definitely seen this particular skin before, but you never really owned it, seeing as by that time you had other higher priorities to use your money for instead of using them to buy clothes for a fictional character.

that's so weird to think of.

"[name]? ehe, you're staring… does this appearance please you~?"

".... eh?"

"i thought you'd like it, cause the last time an outsider visited, they had this look and you sounded so excited and happy to see him... so i decided to copy them! well, with a few modifications of course~" he motions towards the crystal cores on his braids, smiling as he's recalling an old memory, "you used to laugh whenever i start chasing around the crystalflies, remember? i couldn't help but take a few, i thought you'd like it!"

you want to question so many things in that sentence. like, what did he mean by an outsider visiting? when is this last time he spoke of? what did he mean by you sounding excited and happy? and when did you ever see him chase after crystalflies? was there such an event in the game? why is he speaking as if he’s met you in person before when you've never-

a pinming cup is elegantly served in front of you with a soft clink. your eyes trail up the arm sporting bright colored geo lines to meet morax’s amber-gold eyes, and he offers you a gentle smile.

wow, he’s so beautiful up close.

"oh. i… am glad you think so, [name]."

oh shit, did you just say that outloud?!

"[name], [name], what about me??"

you palm your heated cheeks and decide to abandon your shame altogether. fuck it, if you’re going to be here for a while - which it looks like you will be - then you might as well live out your younger self’s daydreams of interacting and spoiling these ‘fictional’ characters, "you're pretty too, barbatos. and you too, beel."

if only you had your phone with you now, so you can capture the beautiful sight of raiden ei herself blushing, eyes crinkling in a smile, shyly hidden behind her palm covering her lips. on your other side, venti himself has for once quietened down, opting to beam at you with both of his palms supporting his chin, elbows leaning against the table, faint pink dusting his cheeks and a lovesick grin on his lips.

morax sits at the last open seat across from you, still wearing the same smile as before, and you wish you could screenshot this picture-perfect scene, share it online and watch as people lose their minds. because it feels like you're starting to lose your mind right this moment.

"so, [name]. though we are more than joyous that you’ve decided to return, it would be nice to have some… explanation, regarding what has been going on. and perhaps plan our next course of actions."

morax’s calming voice does nothing to quell the sudden spike in your heart rate.

explanation? they want you to explain… what exactly? if anything, you were the one who should be hoping for an explanation. you came to this world because of the game, right? you didn't want to be here in the first place…

"i… can’t."

"your grace, please rest assured, you can trust us completely-"

"i’ll be completely honest. i can't give you any explanation because i have no idea why or how is it that i am here with you right now."

your confession brings a sudden silence over the group.

this time, the anemo archon is the one who reacts first. leaning closer onto your side, eyes wide, he tries to meet your eyes, "b-but- didn't you hear our prayers? received our offerings? isn't that why you came back?"

prayers and offerings.

you think back to the notifications you received. you suppose you can call them prayers, to some extent, although you’ve never seen it as such before this. so the 'person' behind those were… the inhabitants of teyvat themselves? and the free gifts were offerings from them?

… regardless of whom those pings came from, they were the reason why you tried to open the game. so technically, you can say that barbatos is correct, right?

you were about to nod when morax's question intercepted the motion, a slight frown forming between his eyebrows as he observes your expression.

"[name], are you aware of the state of teyvat right now?"

the geo archon’s question triggers a flutter of scenery that you’ve seen through the led screen of your device. they flash before your eyes and you briefly feel the hot lead of guilt filling your stomach. that was… what, months ago? a year? time usually passes faster in the game than in real life, but is that really the case here? because if so, you don't really want to know how the current situation is.

you decide there's no point in lying, so you nod, "just the… gist of it. i know that things aren't… good."

"... forgive me if this sounds intrusive, however, i must ask - where have you been prior to today, [name]? we haven't seen you in person ever since…. ever since you ascended celestia," he sounded… pained, when he says this, and you observe his neutral facade in confusion.

not ‘ascended to celestia’, but ‘ascended celestia’ itself? you might not remember all the lores anymore, but you could've sworn nothing mentioned that.

but then again, the original lore never mentioned the existence of a divine creator or anything pointing to such a being.

"i… i’m not…. i don’t……."

the words are tethering at the tip of your tongue, but something holds them back from spilling out. a dark thought crosses your mind, the possibility making you freeze in fear for a second.

so far, you only know that the game - or whoever it is - that's responsible for bringing you here, actually went through with it because it thinks that you can save this world, in one way or another. knowing this, you can certainly choose to go along with this whole charade; to just play your part and maybe if you're lucky you’ll get some kind of more concrete instructions on what exactly it is that you're supposed to do to ‘save teyvat’. but…

on the chance that it is mistaken, and you're not this all-divine being, the moment the real one arrives, what will become of you?

will you be tossed aside? burned at the stake? stoned to death? electrified into a crisp by beelzebul? stabbed through morax's spear? tossed down starsnatch cliff by barbatos?

you shudder. reading about those 'bad ends' in fiction works was one hell of an experience in itself, but having the possibility of those events actually happening to you is enough to make you rethink your whole plan of action. there's no guarantee that these three will believe you and there's also a possibility that they'll turn back on you the moment you tell them the truth. but lying to them just feels… wrong. and just as risky.

"before that… first, answer me this. how do you know that i'm…. well… me, and not just some… impostor… who's pretending to be the creator?"

the three archons look as if you've just slapped them right on their face. flabbergasted and looking borderline offended, morax - as expected - is the first to compose himself, and he scrambles to pick his words carefully.

"how? but… how could we not? we could never forget your voice, your grace. just as how crystalflies would gather around areas abundant with the energy of their respective elemental types, our very being always yearns to be in your very presence. it is simply the law of nature."

"the aforesaid. there is no question that you’re the divine creator. even i who have not met you directly before this occasion knows that you are, without a doubt, the one who has been guiding me all these times," beel explains with conviction, purple eyes crackling with electro, "please rest assured, if such a sinful being dare to appear in front of your eyes, i will strike it down at once and vaporize them to dust."

her words bring a certain scene at tenshukaku to mind, and you shudder. your silence only deepens the furrows on the two gods' foreheads, and they glance at each other in silence, wondering if they had somehow aggrieved you with their words. in an attempt to do damage control, barbatos inches his hand towards your side of the table and speaks to you in a gentle tone.

"[name]... your appearance may change and you may look like just a normal human being, but the whole teyvat will always recognize you as its master. and that includes its people - meaning, us! you are, undoubtedly, the one and only creator of this teyvat. this barbatos guarantees it! so… so, please, don't look so scared of us, okay?"

your eyes flick between the anemo archon and your steaming cup of tea as your brain tries to come up with a reply. you'd never pegged him of all people to be as observant as he is now… or perhaps your expressions aren't as controlled as you thought.

all this thinking and speculation exhausts you. already, you can feel a tightness at both sides of your head, a warning sign of an incoming stress headache. with a loud sigh, you slump backward onto your chair, hands raised in a surrendering motion.

"fine. i'll tell you what happened from my perspective… with one condition. i want you all to promise me. me, not as your 'god' or 'creator' or any 'divine being', but as… a friend. promise me that whatever happens in the future, you won't hurt me."

"hurt you?! my liege…," the dark purple-haired god shrinks on her seat when you give her a stern look following her outburst. meanwhile, the other two look just as petrified at the prospect of you asking them to swear that they won't do such sacrilegious action.

it finally dawns on them that you do not trust them.

".... very well. if it will ease your heart, as the god of contracts, i shall oversee this promise to ensure that it is held. a binding contract between us and a single individual - [name]."

you can feel some tension leave your body at morax's declaration. in your frazzled state, it seems that you have forgotten about that option. contracts - yes, that could come in handy, you'll have to remember it. you'd like to believe that based on his lore and character, morax would never break a contract, especially the ones he has set personally.

so for now, you should be safe…

"great. now… it's up to you to believe me or not. but i really hope you do and won't think that i'm being delusional, or something."

and so, you began your story. starting from the very beginning. your identity, your life back on earth (though you skipped telling them a lot of things there, because you don't have the energy nor memory capacity to narrate all the years you've lived in - how the hell does morax remember all his 6000 years of life??), how you found out about genshin and started playing it (it took a while to explain this because you can see the confusion in their faces whenever you said certain words like 'video game' or 'server'), how years passed and how it was supposed to be terminated but somehow only you could still access it, how you then started receiving the strange notifications…

you're fully aware that it isn't the wisest decision to lay all your cards on the table like this, but as you glance up at them in between words and find them looking back at you so intently, as if they're hanging on to every single one of your words… it warms your heart and pushes you to tell them the whole truth.

there's a glimmer of recognition in morax's eyes as you tell him about your visit to liyue. he says nothing and lets you continue talking, but there's a solemn smile that tugs on his expression when you stutter on your words, the sadness of seeing liyue so broken evident in your tone. 

you're actually talking to them.

they're actually able to hear you.

this used to be what your younger self wished for the most. you remember it well. the longing to be able to converse and interact with them, to experience teyvat in all its entirety. maybe if this whole thing happened then, you would have eagerly taken the mantle of the 'divine creator' without as much thought.

you're supposed to be all grown up now, but it seems like that yearning never truly left you. perhaps once you've passed a certain treshold, age is truly just that, a meaningless number that matters little, in the grand scheme of things.

by the time you finish, your throat is dry and the tea has gone cold. the four of you fall into silence, each of you with your own thoughts. you sigh and sip on the now-cold tea, silently waving your hand when morax notices the state of your drink and tries to stand, probably to brew you a fresh batch. he sits back obediently and regards you with a calm gaze.

"i understand now that this must be very confusing to you. we've burdened you without knowing. please accept our apologies."

you head shakes automatically and relief floods your veins, creating a small grin on your lips, "you didn't know. it's fine. so you… believe me? you don't think i'm crazy?"

"of course. this explains your hesitance and… aloofness."

"ahaha… sorry about that…"

"i'm sad that you don't remember the older times, but i believe you, [name]!" barbatos smiles, though it's not as bright as his previous ones.

"i... share the same sentiment," beelzebul fixes her gaze on you, "it appears there are some mysteries that need to be solved regarding this matter. but if i may be so insolent as to suggest, i think the matter of teyvat is more of a priority at this moment."

you understand what she meant by her words immediately, and a hopeless sigh left you.

"but i don't know what i'm supposed to do. do you really believe that i can save a whole world, when i've been living a normal life so far?" you raise your eyebrows at her, arms crossing loosely on the table as you lean forward onto it, "from my perspective at the moment, i'm powerless."

beel doesn't look at all convinced, but it was morax who speaks for her, his chin lightly resting on his other fingers which are curled underneath, as his index slowly taps onto the corner of his lips.

"if i may suggest a theory… perhaps you’ve just yet to regain back all of your powers upon setting your feet back into teyvat."

"but what if i don't have my powers anymore? or any powers whatsoever in the first place?"

"oh, but you certainly do. we're here in your abode, are we not?" he chuckles, eyes soft as his voice takes a nostalgic tone, "the sub-space creation was something you taught me a long time ago. this particular one was created by yourself. in fact, i've had the honor of visiting it quite a few times in the past, along with barbatos and a few others, to partake in various festivities hosted by yours truly…….. however, as i was saying, the sub-space needs to feed from the owner's power to continue to exist. so the fact that we're able to converse like this here…"

"aha! this realm itself is proof that you do have your powers!" barbatos exclaims, snapping his fingers in excitement and turning towards you as if waiting for your praise. across from him, beelzebul lightly pouts, and you have an inkling she's somehow upset that she's the only one who hasn't had the chance to meet you and be involved with whatever festivities morax talked about within this realm, a long time ago...

"i… i see. i didn't know that," you scratch your cheek and look down contemplatively at your crossed arms, "then… do you have any suggestions on how to… maybe regain my power? or see if it really is my power?"

"i believe getting reacquainted to teyvat itself should help. even i am not privy to the inner workings of your power, so i do not know much about it. but what i do know is that you're the one who initiates us as allogenes and you have a strong connection with teyvat, with it being your first ever creation."

you nod, knowing the implications behind his words and the pleading looks from the two sitting by your sides. they want you to visit teyvat. in the end, it all comes down to that.

"okay. i'll do it. mond, liyue, inazuma, sumeru, snezhnaya, natlan, fontaine - all seven of them, i'll go and hopefully we can figure out something."

suddenly, you blink and cast your gaze toward all three of them.

"by the way… where are the other four archons?"

a heavy silence blankets over the previously light atmosphere. another shiver travels up your spine upon seeing the solemn expressions of your beloved characters.

"[name]... though this is a regretful outcome, please understand that none of us wish for you to take the blame for it."

morax materializes a pouch sewn from some sort of intricate-looking cloth and unties the string keeping its contents from spilling, before letting them fall onto the table.

you can't help the horrified gasp that escapes your lips at the sight of four gnosis, each bearing different colors and yet all missing its luster.

green, red, and two shades of blue.

dendro, pyro, hydro and cryo.

your head spins.

"but," you barely manage to whisper; it feels like cotton is rapidly stuffing your lungs as you speak, "wh-what of the… their nations, their people-"

"i’m afraid…"

".... they’ve all been destroyed."

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Day 3 thoughts on 'Harry's House'

I started jotting down my thoughts in response to this ask, and found I couldn't stop. You didn't ask for this, Anon (or anyone!), so I'll put most of it under a cut.

Here are my day 3 thoughts on Harry's House...

I’m obsessed with the instrumentation on this album. It’s immaculate! In every moment there is something interesting and surprising going on, right where it should be. Not a note out of place, none of it feels indulgent, none of it feels overdone. It’s so crisp yet it never feels sterile, every chord has a warmth to it. I would love, love, love if Harry, Tom & Tyler did a breakdown of the sound … I want to know everything!

God knows I love a guitar, but I don’t miss their prominence on this album because there’s so much going on. It makes me appreciate whenever the guitars do crash into place on Daylight or the Grapejuice intro even more.

I also adore how Harry is using his voice as instrumentation throughout. All those little adlibs and yowls and screams and samples. I thought it was really interesting how Harry spoke to Zane Lowe about not focusing on being ‘a singer’ on this album. It’s true that on most songs his vocals don’t feel like the main event – there’s no vocal grandstanding, no show-off stuff.

The high, light vocals he’s using throughout give me the impression of intimacy, like we’re hearing him the way he might sound when he’s writing the songs. I could be entirely wrong, but I can imagine him singing in this light, under-stated way when he’s noodling a melody in a voice note to himself.

But I wonder if listeners who aren’t familiar with Harry’s singing style would have the same impression. In the Atlantic’s review of the album the writer spoke about him sounding detached and removed throughout, and I can see how some listeners might get that impression.

I also can’t lie, I miss his full-bodied rock-style vocals. I love the moments when he switches it up within a song, like on Satellite or Daydreaming. There are a few moments – like when Keep Driving ends and Satellite begins – when I long for him to sing old-school Harry style. But not enough to want to change the individual songs. They’re perfect as they are.  

And that’s what live shows are for! I hope he switches up his singing style for some of the songs when he plays them live and showcases that gorgeously warm-toned rasp that I love so much. If One Night Only in NY is anything to go by, the crowds at his concerts are so damn loud that this light, delicate style might not always translate.

I also feel so glad for Harry (and proud – is that weird?) that he feels free to experiment with his singing style in this way. Like, he KNOWS he has a gorgeous voice. He’s sung a million times in that full-blooded rock-tinged way. He doesn’t need to prove it to anyone. He’s exploring other ways of singing and it sounds so intuitive.

And those harmonies! I think one of my favourite things is hearing him harmonise with himself on Boyfriends and Little Freak. His understanding of how to create melody is something I’m in awe of, it seems so effortless. Can’t wait to geek out over those harmonies separated from the music if we get acappella sound files.

This is a no-skip record me. Fine Line was cohesive as an album but - and I won’t go on about it! 😊 - it had TPWK. And Canyon Moon always felt like filler to me. This album is such a groove, such a well-balanced journey, that I wouldn’t dream of switching up the order or skipping a song.

After nearly 3 days of listening on a loop, there are two categories of songs that I’m being drawn to more than others. One is the impossible-to-resist trio of bops that is Music For A Sushi Restaurant, Late Night Talking and Daydreaming. They make me so HAPPY! And then the songs that I keep hitting replay on whenever they come ‘round are Little Freak, Keep Driving and Satellite.

I don’t know if I’d say they’re my favourite tracks because I’ve had more time with As It Was and Boyfriends pre-release, so those two tracks are not as impactful now as they may be in the long-term. But these six are the songs that I’m adoring the most right now.

On the other end of the (very short) scale are Grapejuice, Love Of My Life and Cinema. Grapejuice is a lovely little tune and I love the McCartney-esque vibe, but it doesn’t really stick with me or make me want to replay it over and over. Same with Love Of My Life. A nice song, but not outstanding and to me it’s not the best closer (imagine ending on Satellite! Too similar to the ending of Fine Line perhaps?)

I’m curious to know how or if my feelings towards Cinema will change. It’ll either really start to irritate me (that “you pop” section at the end has the potential to be really annoying to me – right now I’m teetering on the edge, and once a tune or sound irritates me there’s no going back), or I’ll come to love it via the live version.

I thought Cinema sounded great at One Night Only NY - such a groove. On the record it feels a bit like, “Do we really need a Harry Styles version of this kind of track?”. Don’t get me wrong, it’s perfectly produced and the guitar is amazing. But I suppose I feel like Harry doesn’t bring anything to a groove like this that hasn’t been done by others over the decades. Also, how can I feel anything but ambivalent about a song that prominently contains the lyric “you pop when we get intimate”? 😁

And that brings me to one of the drawbacks of the album. For an insanely sexy dude, Harry writes some spectacularly unsexy lyrics. “A wet dream just dangling” is something that nobody – NOBODY – ever needs to hear him sing. The mental image it conjures, jesus 🤢 I also find “you’re getting yourself wet for me” so cringy, I just can’t buy it from Harry Styles. Nope.

These awful lyrics are mercifully few, but they are jarring little moments on songs that I otherwise adore. The opening lines of Little Freak feel so out of place to me on such a beautiful song. “Little freak, jezebel” - such an unpleasant way to start the song. I don’t know what Harry’s intention was with those lines – was it intended to be abrupt? Maybe a little risqué, or even jokey? Or was it a direct reference to something personal shared between him and the woman he is singing about? We’ll never know, because Harry will never tell us.

And that’s the thing. Harry doesn’t divulge the intention behind most of his lyrics. And without even the broadest context, we can only take these lyrics as we hear them. And how I hear this particular lyric is Harry introducing this woman, whose 'delicate point of view' he later tenderly pays homage to, as a little freak and a jezebel, ‘a wet dream just dangling’. To me, that’s a shame.

It’s the same in Keep Driving, another of my favourites. I really like this lyric overall, it’s very effective in conjuring up a twisted roadtrip with an increasingly surreal and disorienting litany of things he’s fleetingly experiencing or observing, interspersed with the cozily domestic (I love “Hash brown/egg yolk/I will always love you”). And then he drops “choke her with a sea view” and I’m like – stop right there. No.

I don’t know what compelled Harry to include that lyric but I fucking hate it. I don’t want to hear any man singing about choking a woman in an offhand manner without context. Especially a singer who resolutely leaves his lyrics up to the listener’s interpretation.

Elsewhere, I think his writing has vastly improved from his earlier songs. All that repetition on HS1 and Fine Line is gone. Songs feel fully-formed, ideas are seen through. Even on songs which have relatively minimal lyrics, like Satellite, the atmosphere is evoked in those first few lines and then the music takes over to communicate and escalate the emotion. God, I love it!

And it’s so interesting to see Harry branching out into story-telling like on Matilda. This is a perfectly-formed song, I’m not surprised that it’s resonating so strongly with so many people. In four minutes he sets up a character, develops a story and a point of view, and resolves it beautifully.

These are the types of songs that take on a life outside the songwriter and singer; that connect with listeners without the need for context or setting, that speak to the most painful parts of us and our loved ones, and offer comfort. I’m really excited to know if he’ll do more of this type of songwriting.

So – apparently, I had thoughts. I’m going to post this without re-reading and will see if anything changes in the coming weeks and months of living in Harry’s House.

[ac3id]

The Artist and His Majesty| 18+

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒿𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓎 0 / 5 | fantasy au. 

chapter i , chapter ii

pairings: yandere! emperor! shigaraki x female! reader.

warnings: [series] dubcon, exhibitionism, size difference, degradation, masturbation, bondage, reader is also kind of delusional, death, violence (not on reader). (there are more but i can’t think right now.]

↪ for chapter 0: none !!

summary: you come to the big city in hopes of starting your career as an artist but things take a shocking turn when you’re recruited as the court painter for the royal palace.

↪ for chapter 0: a strange man approaches you, offering to buy your painting to which you oblige. little do you know that it kicks of a series of unfortunate events ending with you being trapped in shigaraki tomura’s clutches forever.

wordcount. 

a/n: finally !! i started this series. high-key inspired by these two dresses in my wardrobe and @ana-list‘s this  drawing ! seriously it’s literally everything. also thank you once again for proof reading this @the-grimm-writer ! 

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“That’s a beautiful painting,” a rough, scruffy voice calls out, jerking you away from your daydreams. Your grip around the color canvas resting in your arms tightens as you glance behind your shoulder to see a well-built man standing right behind you. He’s tall and a lot older than you, he has short grey hair which falls right before his eyebrows along beautiful, matching grey eyes. A cigar hangs lazily from his lips as he occasionally huffs on it, blowing clouds of smoke out his mouth. He’s dressed in expensive robes, a choice of style only people better off could afford. You can’t help exachaning a covetous glance between his expensive suit and your sloppy, knee-length, light green dress. “Thank you.” you murmur shoving him an appreciative look, hoping he’d leave you alone. When you come to the city to complete your studies in art, you mother, father, family and friends had warned you about men like these. Rich, snobby men who liked to lure in young, naive girls. Whispering praises of how they are the most unique on the planet so they pull their guard down form them to take advantage of the helpless beings. 

“Can I take a better look? It’s the Emperor, is it not? Your painting. ” You hesitate before turning back to him. Not a lot of people had seen the King to be. He lived humbly in his castle, trying his best to not indulge in the affairs of the common people. “ Yes,” you hold up the slightly small canvas (courtesy of you being broke the entire week and not being able to save up to buy a bigger canvas). To even get an idea of Shigaraki Tomura, you had to go through many people. Not a lot of people had seen his face, he had always kept it hidden under a mask. No one knew why he did so but the many conspiracy throes suggested it was something to do with his personal grief.

 You had heard many stories about him. Some made him look like a spoiled brat with a demeaning, ignorant personality who didn’t care for others and as the rumors said: self destructive habits which lead him to tear the skin of his own neck down whenever he got anxious or frustrated. 

Others portrayed him as a strong, confident man and a reliable leader who cared for his comrades. You did not know which one of the two personas brought him your attention but you couldn’t complain. Tomura had caught you under a spell, and despite never meeting him (and knowing full well you never would), you were still ready to sacrifice your life for him. He was your King even before he had taken his crown, to you he looked like a shining bright light ready to enlighten you. To you, he was a god. And as years passed by, he grew from a caterpillar into a cocoon which was ready to burst open as a butterfly into the beautiful, mysterious world. And it was happening today, Prince Tomura Shigaraki’s Coronation ceremony. After the passing of All For One, it was his turn to take the crown and fulfill his duty as the ruler of the nation

 The entire city was busy, bustling with people. Families, friends and everyone in between gathered around the huge castle walls as they waited for the ceremony to begin. They waited patiently, filled with excitement and joy as they waited to catch a glimpse of the new great King. You were among them. You had come down to the centre of the city with your friends, waiting alongside many to catch a glimpse of the new ruler. The painting which nestled in your hand was something you were hoping to sell today, to a shop or anyone who wants to have it. It was a beautiful painting which had taken you several days to complete, and dare you say it, you were quite proud of it. From all the things you had heard about Tomura, you had managed to sketch him decently. Long white, wavy hair reaching till his shoulder, skin white as snow. He sat proudly on his throne wearing a cape with his vermillion eyes peering through your soul. His face was scarcely detailed as you did not have much idea about it but he still looked ethereal. With little scars running both his eyes and a comparatively larger one on his right. Chapped lips with even more scars running over them wildly, he was not conventionally attractive. No one would call him a pretty boy yet there was something more, something alluring which attracted  you to him. His beauty was rare, not in the grasp of many but if it was grasped and held close to the heart, it was hard to let go off. And you found him attractive, very attractive. 

The man took a good look at your painting, examining it carefully and for a second you really thought he had seen the mysterious Prince. “It’s quite similar to him,” he sends you a friendly grin and you notice a tooth from his front missing, leaving an uncomfortable gap. “Have you seen him before?” he asked and you shake your head, no. He gives you an amused expression, “I must say, you are very talented, miss…?” you complete your name with a nervous smile. “And you are?” you ask. 

You realised that you were getting a little too comfortable with the stranger and it could be a really bad decision but you can’t help but give him the benefit of the doubt as he behaves like a gentleman you can find yourself to trust. “Kagero Okuta but I like to go by Giran,” he says with a lop-sided grin. Giran, you’ve heard the name before but cannot recall where and how. It sounds so familiar but you just can’t grasp it, he looked wealthy so you assumed he was a Noble and that made you even more curious as to why he was speaking to you.

 “What are you planning to do with that painting?” he asks, diving a closer look and admiring its features. “I must say, you’ve got it quite accurate but,” you stiffen, your hands growing cold as your heartbeat picks up. You realized your painting must have some complications, drawing a man you had never seen before purely out of your interpretation was a hard and a bold task to do. But to have someone who had actually seen the King for himself pinpoint your mistakes sent a rush of anxiety through your veins.

 “He’s not that bony.” He completes and you gulp nervously, looking down at your painting in disappointment. Your eyes are filled with disappointment,  all of the time and effort you spent making the piece all for it go in vain just because you missed a small detail. Giran notices your remorse and speaks up, “But that’s quite alright. He looked just like that until a while ago,” he hadn’t meant to offend or hurt you. He still believed your painting was the most beautiful thing he had seen all day.

 “What do you mean?” you ponder, giving him a perplexed look. He leans  in closer to you as if to tell a secret, “let’s say the King has been working out behind closed doors.” you blink in confusion. It was a strange thing to say, exactly how well did this man know the Emperor? Who was it that you were talking? 

“Who are you?” you can’t help but question, bewildered by such a character. Giran says nothing. He just stares at you with his lips curled into a snappy smirk, holding his cigar between his lips. He was not going to tell you anything. Without wasting time, he quickly changes the topic. “What are you going to do with that painting?” he repeats, his voice growing impatient.

 “I am planning to sell it,” you feel a bit taken back. The friendly aura which had Giran had now disappeared for a reason you could not conclude. “Sell it? To whom?” the intruding nature of his tone starts to make you uncomfortable, there’s nothing more you want to do other than get far away from him. Yet you still find yourself answering him, “To anyone who wants it.” he hums at your response, his eyes holding a mocking glint. “Wouldn’t you like to give it to the Emperor himself?” you frown, was he mocking you? 

“That’s well...impossible.” you reply, stretching your neck awkwardly. “To you, maybe.” 

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes, this man was really testing your patience. A part of you tells you to ignore him and walk away but as he reaches into his coat and pulls out a bag of coins worth much more than you could ever earn in a month, he has you hooked yet again. 

“Hey, let me buy that painting, would yer’?” 

.

..

..

“What is the problem now?” Giran takes a seat around the round table. It was late after the Coronation ceremony and the Royal palace was already facing problems. Giran was disappointed but definitely not surprised. After all, he was their personal problem solver and broker. “It’s not that big of a deal.” A curt and hard reply cut him off.

 “It actually is, Shigaraki Tomura.” a voice speaks, coming from a man dressed in a black suit with a long, flowy robe covering his entire body. He stands taller than the other two men in the as his head is replaced with a wisp of smoke. He was none other than the trusted and talented magician of the Royal family. With eccentric features and an ability to wield strange magic, nobody knew where he came from. There were many rumors about him; that he was once a normal, handsome man cursed by a witch that turned him into a hideous monster or he simply was a ghost. “What is it, Kurogiri?” Giran rephrases his question, directing it to the other man. “We need a new painter,-” 

“Servant.” Shigaraki corrected. He stood in front of the giant windows glancing over his city as his men talked about hiring a new painter for the castle. He couldn’t care less about such tedious tasks, he had his focus set on greater things like expanding his territory, taking back stolen land. 

“What happened to Mr. Kyo?” Giran asked, Shigaraki rolled his eyes at the mention of the name and clicked his tongue, “His Majesty eliminated him.” Giran stops himself from laughing out loud. He was certain once Shigaraki would take over the throne incidents like so would double the instant. But he was expecting it to happen so soon. “And why was that?” 

“He was breathing too loud, like you are right now.” 

A cold silence broke over the room as Giran counted his breath. Kurogiri looked nervously at Shigaraki who still had his back turned to them. The longer the pause grew, the dreadful the atmosphere became. Shigaraki’s threat strung the air loud and clear and Giran was afraid to speak again. “What we are asking for is that-,” Kurogiri started in a calm, slow tone easing the tension in the room. “-we need a new court painter. Do you have any names?” 

The murderous sent in the air magically disappeared as a grin stretched across Giran’s face. 

“Aren’t you in luck?” He says, running a hand through his hair before taking a puff out of his cigar. “Does that mean you know someone?” Kurogiri questioned. Giran hummed, “You see, I met this beautiful painter today. She’s extremely talented and I know for a fact she will love working for the castle.” 

“What’s the name?” growing impatient, Shigaraki asks. “Oh, it was,” Giran pauses for a moment to recall. 

“Ah yes, Y/N L/N.” 

[sharkbait77]

Grocery Day (Modern!Pero Tovar x f!Reader)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Food, other than that, pure fluff

W/C: 1k

A/N: Le gasp my first time ever writing for @autumnleaves1991-blog "Writer Wednesday"! I almost went for Frankie, but I decided to switch it up & go with Pero! I also may have him on my mind a lot lately after @sarahjkl82-blog's latest addition to her Modern!Pero saga 🥰 Eeep I hope y'all enjoy! This was a lot of fun!

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Grocery days are always the worst part of the week. At least, now they are. When you first moved out on your own it was thrilling. Really, you could eat a whole tub of ice cream for breakfast and you wouldn't have anyone breathing down your neck about it. Granted, as time went on and you realized your metabolism wasn't as fast as it was in your teens, that wasn't a very advisable option anymore.

So, you started a new regime: healthy, nutritious meals, all fresh ingredients that you would buy on Sundays, using up the veggies that would spoil quicker as the days went by in the beginning of the week. Only a month passed when you realized that the meals you were making were actually very boring.

You struggled to find a balance, eating what you like while also throwing in some healthy options. You found yourself visiting the deli counter more often, fresh slices of meat and cheese to make sandwiches for lunch at work. It wasn't too long after you started to frequent the deli that you saw him.

He worked in the back, slicing up everything for prepackaged portions, and if his profile was anything to go by, he was gorgeous. Aquiline nose, strong jaw, dark hair lining his jawline with a mustache equally as dark resting underneath his nose.

It seems anytime you see him he's in a bad mood, taking it out on the meat he's shoving in the grinder or the machine. You don't even think you've heard his voice, but something about his demeanor, his brooding draws you in. Perhaps your old obsession with teen vampire romance novels has something to do with it, but you can't help your curiosity about the man.

Today, as you push your cart full of an equal amount of healthy and junk foods to the deli section, your heart skips a beat as you see that it's the mystery man working the counter, brow deeply furrowed in a scowl. If you didn't know better, you would think he was arguing with the customer in front of him, but he nods at the elder man's request and moves down the counter to grab whatever he ordered.

You patiently wait your turn, two others in front of you, all the while taking in his features. His black, choppy hair rests across his forehead and every so often he brushes it away, wiping away any sweat that gathered underneath. He has a nasty scar over his left eye, with smaller scars littering his hands and forearms.

It leaves you wondering what exactly happened to him, what he could have gone through to earn those scars, and the mystery surrounding him grows with your interest in finding out. You spend so much time daydreaming over him that you fail to realize the other two customers before you have walked away and the man is now facing you.

"Señorita?" He beckons in a thick accent and you startle out of your daze, embarrassment crawling through your body like little ants.

"Hi… Um, I'm sorry," you giggle.

You catch a very slight, very quick twitch of his lips, like he's fighting the urge to smile at your blunder. His eyebrows relax slightly, his expression daring to soften only for you and your heart skips a beat. Your mind goes blank as you stare through the glass at the deli products, trying to remember which ones you had in mind to buy.

"Do you need more time?" He asks and your head snaps up.

"No!" You say quickly, much too loud for anyone's comfort and you feel those pinpricks of embarrassment once again. "S-sorry," you chuckle and bring your voice back down to a normal tone. "Can I have a pound of this smoked ham, please?"

He nods once, as he did with the other customers and a sense of dread fills you as you assume you'll be just the same to him, a mere customer who, no doubt, has made him uncomfortable with your staring.

He grabs the wrapped chunk of ham and takes it to the machine, slicing off one to ask your approval on the thickness and you nod, allowing him to continue slicing until it hits the weight you requested.

He wraps it up and lays it on the scale, brow wrinkled once again as he presses whichever buttons to print the sticker with the price information and barcode.

"You're usually in the back," you say, wincing as your brain catches up with you and acknowledging that you said your thoughts out loud. Before you can say something to recover, you see his face relax and a half smirk forms on his mouth.

"Si," he says, handing you the wrapped meat. "And I see you here quite often."

"Y-you do?" You stutter, not expecting the man who never seemed to take his eyes off of what he was working on to have noticed you. He lets out an airy chuckle and nods.

"Perhaps, if your schedule allows for it, you could come later in the day when my shift is over, around five, and pick up your meat then and we can get dinner, si?"

"U-uh," you curse yourself for stuttering, but he waits patiently for your answer, no hint of remorse in his eyes. "Si," you reply breathily and he chuckles, the first time you've heard his true laugh, as small as it was. "I mean –" you shake your head. "Yes, yes. I would love that."

He nods again and you smile, biting your lip as you walk away from the counter and down the bread aisle, head spinning like a top, threatening to send you flying into the loaves on the shelves.

You nearly make it to the front when you realize you forgot to ask for cheese to go with your meat. And perhaps you could try some of the turkey that was there, too. And maybe some of the potato salad.

You smile to yourself as you turn around and head back to the deli counter. Maybe now grocery days won't be so bad.

~

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[angryschnauzer]

Once Bitten

Once Bitten

Summary: Whilst vacationing on a Colorado Ranch to try and overcome your writers block, you find yourself being drawn to the cowboys that staff the ranch rather than getting any actual work done. After a small accident in the truck you find yourself a lot closer to one cowboy in particular, who has a secret you are about to discover.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3204

Tags: Chris Evans (Actor) & Reader, Chris Evans (Actor)/You, AU Vampire Chris NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, neck biting, Vampires, Oral Sex, Cum Play

Notes: This is a rewrite of a old Hiddleston fic, but i felt it fit with Chris too. The original was written 5+ years ago so may not be my finest work.

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You bounced in the seat of the truck as it made its way along the dirt track back to the lodge, a cloud of dust spewing from beneath the wheels. Clinging to the steering wheel, your knuckles white, you wished you’d taken the bigger, newer truck, the one with power steering. And a heater. And Seatbelts. But no, you had taken the smaller older one instead as it was easier to park.

Your cousin’s Colorado ranch had always been a refuge for you, so when you were suffering from writers block you’d asked if you could rent their lodge for a few weeks, hoping the quiet solitude of the Colorado landscape would inspire you. Little did you know that the only things around that would inspire, would be tumbleweeds and cowboys. And as a crime writer being inspired by watching lithe and toned men riding horses all day was not helping, in fact you were soon to end up in the romance isle of the bookstores, especially watching their taught and muscled thighs as they clung to the horses, sweat dripping down their bodies, hats tipped to the low autumn sunsets;

“HOLY CRAP!”

You were suddenly drawn out of your daydream as the one and only bend in the track had snuck up on you as you, slamming on the brakes but it was too late, the tyres skid on the loose earth, and you ploughed into the ditch, coming to an abrupt stop, albeit at a 45º angle.

Coughing as the cloud of dust settled, you groaned as a pain shot through your head, pulling yourself up to the driver’s seat you glanced into the rear-view mirror. A slight cut on your forehead, you touched it lightly and winced, there was going to be one hell of a lump there in the morning. Testing your limbs and you were relieved that they all worked fine.

“Darlin’, y’alright?”

The sudden voice at the side of the truck startled you, making you squeal and let go of the steering wheel, causing you slide over the bench seat to the far side of the truck. It was Chris; one of the ranch hands, in fact the one in particular you’d been trying to keep out of your mind.

“Miss?” He enquired

Snapping out of your trance you finally squeaked out an answer;

“Chris, thank you...yes I’m fine.”

“Here, lemme’ give ya’ hand.” he said, wrenching the door open and reaching into the truck as you extended your hand, and he was pulling you out of the truck and onto the side of the road. You swayed slightly, a sudden rush of blood to your head.

He steadied you, watching you sway slightly before you settled;

“You’re bleeding...” he said, his nostrils slightly flaring, those intense eyes staring at the wound on your head.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a plaid handkerchief, gently pressing it to your head wound. His tongue lightly reached out and touched his top lip with concentration as you felt his light touch, his fingers cold against your heated skin.

“Do you need a ride Miss?”

Hell yes you thought, but you realised the ride that you had in mind was probably not what he meant.

“That would be very kind of you, thank you” you replied as you managed to pull your mind from the gutter you said with a smile, hoping you weren’t stumbling on your words too much.

“Great!” He said with a smile that sent shivers down your spine; “I’ll just untie Vincent...”

“Vincent?”

“My horse.”

You paled a little. In the weeks you’d spent on the farm you’d so far managed to avoid actually riding a horse, they didn’t like you, you didn’t like them, even after a lot of trying on your part with you offering them carrots and sugar cubes over the fences, trying to stroke their noses and generally be nice to them, you’d been nibbled, snorted at, and most of the time they just ran off leaving you coughing and spluttering from the dust they stirred up.

You watched as Chris strode over to the fence where he’d tied Vincent and busied himself unhooking the reins, turning to you as if presenting his steed to you. Reluctantly you walked over, not entirely sure how to even get onto this damned beast.

“Just put your foot into the stirrup and pull yourself up.” He said as he held the animal still.

Right. Well. Ok. You might as well try, knowing you were more than likely going to make an utter fool of yourself. Foot into stirrup and gripping onto the saddle, you heaved yourself up. Imagine a toddler trying to climb over a beach ball but getting stuck halfway; butt in the air, you’d neglected to swing your free leg over the horses back and as you now tried to lift your knee the horse to start shifting. This wasn’t going well, and you were just thankful that Chris couldn’t see your face that had no doubt turned a rather comical look of indignant frustration on it right then.

“Here let me help.” As he rested his hand on your free leg “Lift your knee and part your legs, you need to swing it over to get into the riding position.”

Well duh, your mind was now not on the kind of riding you were currently attempting, but as you felt Chris’s strong hand lift your knee over the saddle you were suddenly upright and sat on the horse. You wobbled a little where your feet had fallen out of the stirrups, but your mind was soon elsewhere as Chris lifted himself skilfully onto the saddle behind you, settling in, his crotch pressing against your butt.

You chanted a little mantra in your mind to keep your thoughts of arousal at bay as he arranged the reins and you set off, the weight of his body pressing you forward in the saddle, pressing your crotch against the little uppy-holdy-thingy at the front of the saddle that you presumed was a form of a handle for when only one person was using the saddle.

Soon you were on your way, Chris clicking his tongue and the horse slowly turned towards the ranch. The gentle rock and sway of the horse as it plodded its way along the track soon had you a little worked up, not to mention the hardness you were starting to feel press into the back of your jeans. In an attempt to distract yourself you started chattering away, attempting to make small talk whilst trying to disguise the fact you were a little breathless from the gentle pressure that was tormenting you, turning you on. You were thankful for the darkness that was descending around you as you were sure when you did get off this damned animal the front of your jeans would be soaked through. Chris was more of a listener than a talker, very few words of his being part of your conversation, yet as you felt his breath on your neck, your voice faltered and you spent the rest of the journey in silence, until your cabin appeared over the hill, the last rays of the sunset making the windows seem ablaze.

As you rode past the windows, you saw your reflection in them, you riding the horse. You. On a horse. Just you. Wait, what? Before your mind could process the sight Chris pulled on the reins and Vincent came to a halt at the bottom of the porch steps, letting out a little snort as it did so;

“Let me get off first then I’ll give you a hand down.”

Chris skilfully hopped off the horse, making it seem so graceful. Now it was your turn; swinging your far leg over the saddle you got halfway there but your foot got caught in something. Giving it a little shake it caused your body to overbalance, and you watched almost in slow motion as you practically oozed off the horse into an upside down heap, your foot still caught, your shoulders on the ground and your foot suspended above you.

You heard Chris suppress a snigger; “Not a natural rider are ya’?” as he reached over and unhooked whatever had caught your foot, causing you to fall to the ground with a grunt. He quickly hooked the reins over the porch and extended a hand to you, pulling you to your feet. You swayed a little, falling against his chest. Oh the scent – spice and musk – you could have buried your face into that plaid shirt and just inhaled, but perhaps not, perhaps that’d be just slightly inappropriate, you reasoned with yourself.

Pulling yourself right again you were still slightly unsteady on your feet, you felt Chris’s arm around your hip as he helped you up the porch steps and reached for the door, pushing the pair of you inside. You turned to thank him but he was suddenly upon you, his long arms around yours, pinning them to your sides, there was a sharpness to his movements as he spun you around so your back was against his chest. He tilted your head to one side and you realised it was not passion that was driving him. You felt his lips on your neck then the sharpness of teeth. Very sharp teeth. You screamed as you felt them pierce your skin, struggling in his arms as you felt a burning on your neck, the teeth sinking deeper. You could hear the suckling noises as he drank from you, his lips firmly against your neck, his tongue massaging the spot below where his teeth had breached your skin. You started to slump in his arms, realisation that you’d fallen into the arms of a monster. But as your body relaxed, you started to feel the desire within you build again. The feel of his lips and tongue on your neck was now dulling the pain his teeth had caused. You relaxed in his arms and found your feet, pressing back against his chest, not realising your desire until you groaned as his lips moved against your neck.

You reached back, your arms grasping onto the sides of his jeans, pulling him against you. You could feel that he was hard, and very big from the feel of it. His grip around your torso loosened, and one hand moved up to where your shirt was buttoned, ripping down in one swift motion, buttons springing apart as they flew off. His hand splayed over the soft flesh of your stomach, running up to your bra, and slipping inside to grasp on your breasts. Never releasing his lips hold on your neck, but you could no longer feel his teeth within you, only the soft suckling of his tongue.

He released his grip on you but rather than running you simply span around in his arms and pulled him down so his lips met yours. You could taste a metallic tang on his lips and tongue and realised it was your blood. Rather than disgusting you it turned you on even more.

You ran your hands to his chest, fumbling with the buttons as you rid him of his shirt, running your hands over the soft jersey of his tee before pulling that up so you could touch his toned chest, down his stomach to where a small trail of hair led to further delights below.

Never breaking contact with his lips you blindly worked on his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and working your hand inside, feeling his hard dick loose within the denim. Not releasing him your other hand lowered his fly, allowing you further access and his firm hardness heavy in your hand.

Breaking away from the kiss you grinned up at him, his gaze boring deep into you, a slight look of shock on his face.

“You’re not running. Ya’ not scared?”

You didn’t answer, instead you started to drop to your knees, keeping hold of his dick as you ran your other hand down his thigh, your fingers softly running over the firm muscles, gently tickling the hairs that covered his skin. On your knees you looked up at him, licking your lips before pressing them forwards and placing a gentle kiss on the tip. Running your tongue over the slit, tasting the salty liquid that had pooled there.

Never breaking eye contact you opened your mouth and took his hard shaft between your lips. You slid your tongue along the seam underneath, bobbing your head slowly up and down. As you watched Chris’s face you could see his fangs descending again, his eyes becoming hooded until his head tipped back. Taking him deeper you felt his tip against the back of your throat, inciting a groan from above you.

Pulling back off you lightly grazed your teeth against his dick, catching around the head and gently over the crown. Well, if he was going to violate you with his teeth it’s the least you could do as payback. However he seemed to enjoy it, as his hands flew to your head and you heard him mutter;

“Oh god Darlin’, do that again.”

Happy to oblige you repeated your actions, running your teeth over him, lightly all the time and then down his length, taking him deep again. On the third pass you heard a hiss escape from his lips; “Enough”, before he roughly pulled you to your feet, and crushing you against his chest for a rough kiss.

He toed off his boots and stepped out of his fallen jeans, walking you backwards over to the couch, spinning you around so the front of your thighs were against the upholstery. Bringing his hands up to your breasts, he grasped the front of your bra, tearing it in two, before roughly pawing at them, your nipples rubbing against his calloused palms.

You felt his lips against your ear; “You’re hot for me... so desperate and eager. I like it.”

His hands lowered to your jeans, releasing your fly and pushing the material away, before rubbing his hand between your thighs, feeling how wet your panties were, pushing at your folds through the cotton, as he rutted into the crease of your butt; “So wet for me... does fear turn you on?”

“I’m not afraid.”

He chuckled into your ear; “You should be...”

He ripped the material in two, letting the remains of your panties fall to the floor before pushing you over the arm of the couch, leaving you prone and your thighs wide.

Steadying yourself on the cushions you glanced over your shoulder, admiring Chris’s near naked body, his dick in his hand as he came up behind you. He paused for a moment as he pulled his crumpled tee over his head before steadying himself with a hand on your rump and you felt his tip against your swollen pussy. As he slowly ran the tip up and down your folds, soaking it with your juices, you moaned, wriggling your hips, needing to be filled.

“Getting desperate for me?” Chris said with a heavy voice

“Just fuck me, now!” you practically screamed at him.

“Your wish is my command.” and before you could brace yourself he’d pressed into you, sinking deep on the first thrust. He seemed to go on forever, inch after inch slid into you, only for it all to be suddenly withdrawn and thrust back in one making you squeal;

“Yes! Oh God!”

“You couldn’t get farther from God if you tried.” and with that he set off at a punishing pace, fucking you hard, bent over and prone to him, his big hands gripping tightly – painfully – onto your hips as he used your body.

You’d never been fucked so hard or so well, you were writhing on the sofa in ecstasy, the man, no; the monster behind you never relenting on his actions on your body, making your juices flow down your thighs, his large hands spreading your legs wider so that his thick girth could gain further entry. You felt one of his hands flutter over your rump.

The suddenness of his palm making contact with your behind made you squeal, your breath catching in your throat as you anticipated another, not to be disappointed when his palm made contact with your other buttock moments later.

Something you hadn’t liked to admit to any of your ex’s is that done right you were quite happy with a bit of spanking, but those that had attempted it had always done it half-heartedly.

“Oh fuck, Chris... please... don’t stop.”

Never letting up on his pace of fucking your pussy he started to spank you in time to his thrusts, and as you felt your orgasm building, you gripped tightly onto the cushions of the couch;

“Yes yes yes yes yes, more, harder!” All spluttering from your mouth, begging and pleading, getting closer and closer, until your body succumbed to the pleasure, gripping onto him as you rode out your orgasm, writhing beneath his touch, rocking your body, the waves of ecstasy flowing over you as it overwhelmed your mind.

Chris smoothed his palms over your reddened cheeks before going back to gripping your thighs, his thrusts getting harder and faster as he now drove into your pleasure soaked body.

Suddenly he pulled out and grasped your shoulder, pulling you round and down to your knees. As he towered over you, his voice low and deep;

“Open your mouth” you did as he asked, on your knees in front of him, he furiously stroked his dick, you reached for your tits and played with them;

“Such a good girl” he praised as his body went rigid and he started to cum,  watching as ropes of it sprayed over your face and chest, dripping down between your tits. One last spurt, and he brought his dick up to your lips where you gently took him in, tasting your combined pleasure on it, gently giving it a single suck before releasing him.

He staggered back and found the breakfast bar, resting against a barstool. Both of you out of breath, a hungry silence hung in the air, only broken by the sounds of your breathing as you still gasped for air.

You were the first to break the silence; “How come I didn’t need to invite you in?”

“It’s not your home. I can come and go as a please as long as it’s not the persons main residence.” Chris replied.

“You’re really a vampire?”

“Do you need more proof?”

“Are you going to turn into a bat or something?”

He sighed; “Why would I want to turn myself into a bat?” a small smirk appeared on his lips;

“Anyway I suggest you get up off your knees Darlin’, I’m not done with you for the night yet”. He said with a very dirty grin now spreading over his face.

No longer afraid you got to your feet;

“I’ll be ready for you in the shower”

You made your way to the bathroom, looking over your shoulder as you swayed your hips;

“You coming?”

“Yup, and so will you be Darlin’”