#but those books do hit smh

[galaxostars]

Do you guys remember the first time you read/watched Harry Potter and thought Snape was responsible for everything only to be hit in the stomach when you found out alongside the characters it was Quirrell all along?

Do you remember reading about Sirius Black escaping jail and wanting to murder Harry and do you remember being ready to throw hands at him? And then do you remember that sinking feeling when you realized he’d been wrongfully imprisoned for twelve years and was painted as the guilty one when it was Peter all along?

Do you remember hearing about the death eater Regulus Black, following in Voldemorts’ footsteps only to be hit with the crushing truth later, that he’d betrayed him and died doing so and no one knew about it and you had, yet again, judged him too harshly?

Do you remember hating Draco and progressively coming to understand the circumstances that led him to that?

Do you remember loving Dumbledore and realizing suddenly how badly he wronged Harry?

Do you ever think about those moments, and how we all judged those characters and fell into the easy trap? Time and time again? How easy it was to gulp down one version and not realize how biased it was?

I feel like if there’s one thing those books taught me it was to never get along with one version of a story. You can’t hear one side and admit it’s the final truth. You can’t judge someone through one lens and not admit it’s skewed. You can’t erase circumstances. You can’t shut out the other side of a story because one is sufficient for you.

If you want to crucify someone for something they did, remember all those times you were ready to crucify Snape, Sirius, Regulus, Draco and so on.

I’m not against holding people accountable for their actions, but I don’t want to get that sinking feeling of guilt that I had with characters on real human beings. And it is inhuman to hold one thing against someone’s head forever—especially when you don’t know the whole story.

We all make mistakes, we all fuck up, and we also, all have our own truth. And we’re also all capable of empathy towards others. 🖤

God knows I hate jkr with a passion but fuck if I love the message that was spread through those arcs.

[covenists]

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red is indeed his color, but what if he switched to blue?

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[rikomoriyama01]

while we're talking about noras writing. I think parts of the way riko is written in the original is bad too. I think she makes him dumb when it's needed for the story. killing seth to me made no sense. if riko has the power to kill members of the foxes... kill Andrew!! riko is obviously very talented, surely he could have also analysed that seth was messing up the team, and killing him (ironically) only helps the foxes.

so. kill Andrew. Kevin comes running back. not only have the foxes lost one of their best strikers and their best goalkeeper. they can't even play anymore!! they've lost one too many players to meet the requirement. it's over. done.

and ik some Andrew stan is gonna say he couldn't be killed but bfr. Andrew is strong and a good fighter, yes, but riko could easily hire a well seasoned hit man or even a damn team of them if needed. make it look like a suicide, an accident, or even a murder! doesn't matter. the press thinks Andrew is insane and he's hated. Kevin comes running back and the ravens spin it as Kevin needing support in his grief from his team & family blah blah blah.

obviously riko doesn't do this cuz then the plot is fucked. but then don't establish that he can kill members of the foxes. have him do something else idk.

Apreciate that you managed to come up with something i had not heard so far in the fandom, tho i see the sentiment a bit differently. i think assuming that riko could deduce this much about foxes bond is bit of stretch, on top of it riko specifically wanted to kill a striker to put more pressure on kevin and neil with kevins damaged hand. so this leaves seth and matt and seth is clearly much lower profile death case considering matt has rich surgeon dad you could think that killing andrew would be too hot to pull off for that reason too considering andrew was somewhat involwed with the policeman investigatign his case in the past (excuse me i rember almost nothing of that plot by now the guy he called piggy or whatever) We also can``t assume that Riko could get just ... everything. he is second fmaily branch and tetsujis lil pet project i think if anythign i'm bothered by how inconsistent his range of power and infulence is That said Riko i smart and poses danger, he ha sskills and is not stupid. But its very easy to forget that if you spend too mcuh time readign tumblr tags or fanfics because the fandom makes sure to present him as biggest clown ever simply because nboody likes him . I gues good character writing is not smh ppl bother with when they hate someone lol Riko is good villian with a lot of flavs and his ego getting in his way, i think in very fitting way riko biggest enemy is riko himself and the way tetsujis upbirnging shaped him The fact that our mc is nobody but neil fuckgin josten and his side is damned andrew minyard do not help rikos case. you have 2 people who went throguh hell facign off again one motherfucker still stuck in it. if our mc's were different people riko would seem like different kind of threat . as it is he is just nuisance. but this is not fault of authors writtign this is issue of reader simplifying his role in the story and ignoring it simply because .. he's the villian ? and forced need to put all spotlight on other characters. people forget those books would not be as good if riko was the pathetic loser they write him as in fan content

[happypotato48]

Wandee Goodday EP 2 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

"Previously on Wandee Goodday Z. Doctor Wandee set his eyes on Mr. perfect Doctor Ter, but before the battle even starts our hero Dee got hit with the "I only like women." now after humiliated defeat, Dee rise up to meet his new challenger Yor-yak Phadetseuk. can our hero finally get to taste delicious victory or it he going to forever be consign to life of vanillaness. find out in this episode of Wandee Goodday Z!"

To zab or not to zab? an age old question, asks to themself by every repressed Homos that ever live.

Bitch! you just got offered free dick. and this hunk of a dick nonetheless. get off your high horse and go ride this bull of a man instead!

So you people probably figured this out by now. but yes Fluke is a really poppular thai boy name for millennials and gen z. i literally knew like 10+ different Flukes form just my school days alone.

Cher can you share your man with me. pretty please 🥺

Fuck you! how dare you wink your god dang eyebrow like that! เห็นใจคนไม่มีผัวหน่อยสิครับ.

Eyebrows!

Men, can't kill them, can't live without them.

Ok wtf, how is this dumb horny show give me the feels right now. Ohhhh those eyes, god damn those eyes. it's like staring into a hazy morning field touched by a gentle first daylight. i wish i could get lost in them forever..... anyway Hot man me likey!

I don't go there but Yak fursuit game is weak. forking amature smh.

Tank tops! hubba hubba. thank you show for putting all the men in tank tops. i will forever be in your debt.

No thank you. i really don't like this trope of a character getting saves from sa that so prevalent in BL and romance genre in general.

This man is a husband material, Dee. you better not break this poor man's heart. or i swear to all the lords of hell, i will bring down calamity on your ass.

Oh hello stereotypical gossipy gay. your kind was one of the first queer representations we got on thai tv. you walked so these BL boys could run, thank you for your service.

He's so beautiful. i love him and his magnificent eyebrows so much.

Cool grandma! i love her style so much. also loved that she asked Dee how the hell he still can't find a man. freaking savage.

จะเอาหัวเอาหางหรือจะเอากลางตลอดตัว ก็ได้จ่ะ.

"Moan harder" and "play with that longer" i'm fucking dead. this is so hot! ahhhh yessss i love this so much. this is how you do sexy. other BLs take some fucking notes!

This is so fucking tender. my heart is melted.

Oh my, this Ep whewwww. the tenderness expressed by Yak is something that i didn't know i needed, but i'm 100% loving every goddamn second of it. Great is such a great actor (pun intended.) and this version of Yak is already better than his book counterpart.

[kingkat12]

What is your favorite line/section from SMH?

omg this is so hard??? this is like Sophie's choice for me oh gosh

I think my fav section is their first time together??🙈 or when Roman gets jerked off in that closet and cums into the pink crop top CHRISTTTT💀

nah tbh I think all my favorite parts are the ones where they're doing completely normal things like chilling in reader's bed, having conversations at school, and just... acting like a normal teenage couple? I rlly miss those moments generally in books/fics, and I enjoy scenes that don't necessarily forward the plot, but show the normal aspects of their relationship! because at the end of the day, I think it's important to show why they're actually together/why they like each other? and idk they're the most fun things to write, I love people acting like people

but if I had to pick a favorite line.........

I love Roman's line in the latest chapter which was "can't you stomach it anymore? is me wanting to protect you repulsive to you?" 

IDK IT HITS ME LIKE A SHOTGUN

or chapter 4, when Roman says something along the lines of "I want you to kiss me like you could possibly love me," because mans rlly doesn't believe anyone actually could:(( I'M BREAKING MY OWN HEART

do you have a favorite line or section from smih?<333 lol

[ventiij]

This is the first request I've ever sent lol, I was wondering if you could write NSFW! Xingqiu Alphabet?

sure! after all, it’s not always that you get Xingqiu as your first …👀 request.

(boy is so underrated help)

i apologize in advance if point q doesn’t really make sense smh, i just couldn’t find anything more suitable lol. anyway enjoy.

minors run away in 3, 2, 1

a - adoration (is he into it?)

yes, very likely. even if he is the gentleman type there’s just something in him.. and of course, as much as he loves taking compliments, he will give them back, if you like.

b - bottom (ntm to say)

yeah he’s definitely submissive towards you, maybe power bottom at times? still tho: not long after you get started, he can’t help but submit and be good for you. make him do anything, after all, he’s been waiting for it since he read that one book (of his many, all for the same purpose) and imagined you two as the main characters.

c - cock (lenght)

slightly less than 15cm but doesn’t really care, like, dear… TRUST anything above that is just extra not just on him but where is all that going? nowhere near me ty

d - dress up (what kind of clothing does he wear during it or beforehand?)

you could have him dressed up like in any dress, ex. a maid one, litterally use imagination he’s chill, may act a lil shy at first but gives up soon enough. after he acknowledges that you’re into it tho, you can clearly see how he found his new favourite way to tease you.

e - embarassement (how does he take teasing amd such while he’s sensitive?)

after you tease him with words, he’s all red with his eyes closed just listening, not saying a word and just enjoying the feeling

f - face (best face he pulls)

eyes closed, small pout ad he drools a little

g - g-spot (how does he act when you hit it?)

he becomes super loud and he whimpers so much. ability to talk? gone. he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing unless you point it out.

h - horny (where, when, how much?)

after reading a book about it and just imaginating the things you could’ve done to ruin him. not that much unless it really got him into thinking about you and his thoughts just run wild.

i - impact (that the first time had on him)

he liked it so much and then you comforted him right after, so he understood he could come to you in case he’ll want it to happen again (he will)

j - juice (again, explains by itself)

the quantity depends on how much he’s in the mood and how much you tease him and vice versa, but nevertheless feels so good to him. tries not to be too loud the first time, but if he’s really overwhelmed he won’t be able to control his voice.

k - kids (pregnancy kink yes or no)

no and don’t question this.

l - lemon (what does he think about it)

right before having sex, he loves it. it turns him on and he immediately gets the message.

m - masturbation (yes or no?)

not usually, only if he’s really really down bad to do it and you aren’t there. if you are there tho and you order him to do it, he will. he wants your eyes on him the whole time. give him more orders and pass your time like that, he’ll put on a great show for you and you only

n - no (things that aren’t allowed)

don’t ruin his tender, porcellain skin: no knifeplay or anything like that. you can tie his hands, sure, but don’t use ropes all over his body too often, if he feels too much pain that will be an extreme turn-off.

o - osmanthus wine (tastes the same as i remember but where are those who share the memories)

jk

o - obedience (featuring point b)

he’s so obedient, yes. he knows if he’ll be obedient you’ll reward him and he’ll look forward to it the whole time.

p - positions (which one does he prefer?)

when he’s sitting on your lap: he prefers to be close to you, to feel everything he can.

q - queue (do you have to wait to have sex, in case he’s busy?)

depends on what he’s doing. reading a book? alright, he’ll stop for now. just a few dozens of pages left to finish that huge book he bought last week? hell no, know your place.

r - rest (after it)

he needs a lot of rest because he puts a lot of effort into both pleasing you and feeling a lot of sensations at the same time. he’s exhausted and he’ll love it if you take care of him, after all, he’s been good, no?

s - stress (not during it)

defo uses it as an excuse to get some attention from you, something like: “can you take my mind off of some things..?” and then becomes the naughtiest thing you thought could come out of this

t - tongue (does he like when you use it or when he’s using it?)

oh yeah, definitely. boy liked having all your attention in general so pushing it even more will just please him as much as possible

u - urges (during it)

to cum. if you deny it, he’ll start whining and play victim, deny it even more. he’ll be so desperate and cute for you that he just fulfills your desired until you give him consent to finally release.

v - volume (is he loud? quiet?)

he tries to be quiet most of the time, but as soon as he cums, he’s so loud. he’s so sensitive so he can’t help it.

w - wow (a thing you didn’t expect from him)

that he tends to come to you whenever he’s feeling horny without being all that shy. no big words or so, he just asks you to fuck him right away and, how could you say no? he really does rely on you for this one.

x - xoxo (kisses before, during and after it)

before it, it’s just as i said in point l, during it, they’re even hotten and��expecially wet. after it, the kisses are just soft and cute, as a form of appreciation and trust.

y - yummy (using mouth - jobs, eating out etc)

yeah as said in point t he likes every bit of attention from you and will carve it no matter in which way you plan on giving it to him.

z - zappy (things he’s excited to do, featuring the previous points)

g, j, l, p, u

[cloudcountry]

one more chance (now that i have you.)

this is a birthday gift for @merotwst and a continuation of her request for the 1k event (here!!)

i had no idea your birthday was so close but i'd like to thank your other moots for unintentionally reminding me LMAO

i hope,,,, i write jamil well because i know full well you've read like every fic of him ever probably and im a bit nervous BUT i tried my best!! so yeah i hope your birthday goes wonderfully + sending jamil hugs for you C:< (he adores you completely btw he told me himself) (not w/o rolling his eyes though smh)

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Jamil sighs, shutting the kitchen doors quietly. His sigh echoes off the kitchen walls and returns to him, distorted and unlike himself. He supposes he hasn’t truly been himself in a long time, though. Breathing in deep, he slides his hand behind his vest. The spot over his heart has a pocket, one Jamil sewed in himself when he received his uniform from the Headmage. He removes a wrinkled picture of your smiling face, your cheek squashed against Jamil’s as he smiled softly. Even though you were staring right at the camera, it’s obvious Jamil was looking at you. It was taken years ago. You would tell him he needs to let go.

It’s not that easy, though. And it never will be.

Jamil slips the picture back into his pocket and sighs again.

The dinner party Kalim threw tonight had the biggest feast Jamil had to prepare all year. His shoulders are aching and his brain is absolutely fired, but the weight of his history homework in his bag reminds him that the day isn’t done just yet. He pats the spot right above his heart as if asking you for just a little more strength, and slings his bag over his shoulder.

There’s no way he can think in Scarabia, and he certainly can’t hide out in his room. Kalim will come for him, and Jamil doesn’t want to deal with him right now. It’s best to head to the library. Nobody will be around at this time.

Sure enough, the hallways are empty and Jamil makes it to the library without an issue. He makes a beeline for a table in the back corner, tucked behind a tall bookcase that houses a myriad of books about curses.

How to Curse Your Enemies for Dummies. Curses! I’ve Done it Again! A Step-by-Step Manual on How to Not Curse Yourself When Attempting to Damn Your Foes. The Curse of The Poisonous Apple and Other Famous Dastardly Deeds. Top Ten Deadly Curses.

Jamil finds solace in the titles. They’re quiet, ancient, and soothing. They don’t scream or yell or demand anything from him. They simply exist in the place in which they were placed.

A true blessing. Jamil wishes he could do the same.

He places his bag gently on the floor beside his chair, opening it quietly. Jamil sticks his tongue out and furrows his brow, pulling out the required history textbook and his homework. Trein’s assigned essay will be a piece of cake for Jamil, but he knows Kalim will need revisions from him tomorrow before class. He always waits till the last minute.

Pushing the Asim heir out of his mind, Jamil settles in and begins to read. The prompt is simple enough—all he has to do is write a five-hundred-word essay about the similarities between two of the Great Seven. Jamil contemplates writing about The Great Sea Witch and The Sorcerer of the Scalding Sands, but that brings Azul to mind and Jamil has to suppress a shudder.

Why can’t those two annoyances stay out of his head for one minute?

Jamil buries his nose deeper into his textbook and rolls his eyes. Now he wishes he brought his headphones so he could block his thoughts out, but he was so eager to leave that he left them in his dorm—

He flinches when something heavy hits the ground a few rows down, a soft voice frantically shushing reaches his ears.

Are they shushing...the book?

Jamil stifles a quiet laugh. That must be what they're doing, because there’s no way anybody else is in the library this late. He looks up from his book when their footsteps approach where he’s sitting, brow furrowing in confusion. Surely they aren’t coming to this table—

They round the bookshelf, three thick looking books stacked in their arms. They aren’t looking at him at all, but he’s definitely looking at them because they just look so familiar and he can’t put his finger on it but oh, oh, wait a second. He knows exactly who they are and it’s so clear to him now, how could he not recognize them immediately?

He whispers his childhood friend’s name.

He whispers the name just to check if it really is you, back from the dead, or if it's a lookalike that came to haunt not only his dreams but his life too.

He whispers the name to see if it really is the person he took the blame for all those years back when he went to a carnival and had the best time of his life and oh, you’re staring at him now with those same eyes. You recognize the name and that’s enough for Jamil to spring out of his seat, eyes wide.

You yelp, flinching back at his sudden movement. Jamil hisses and jolts forward as the books in your arms start to topple over, grabbing the books to hold them steady, and wrapping an arm around your waist so you don’t fall.

If anyone were to walk in on the two of you, it would look like you’re dancing. Jamil stares and stares and stares, piecing together the little bits of you he remembers and he looks down your arm to see a band that doesn’t belong to Scarabia, which explains how he hasn’t seen you before because he knows if he’d found you before this he never would have let you go again.

“Jamil?” you whisper, tense and unblinking, “Um, I’m okay.”

“Yes, right.” he clears his throat, feeling his cheeks warm as he sets you back and on your own two feet, “It’s just...It’s been a while.”

“It has.” you murmur, placing your books on the table he was working on.

You’re avoiding him.

“What have you been up to?” he asks, hating the way his voice shakes as he hopes desperately that you won’t run away.

That question makes you break.

“I’m sorry.” you sniffle, dragging your hands over your eyes and it's only then Jamil realizes that you’re crying, “I should have fought harder for you! I can’t get over what happened all those years ago because you were the only one that understood me, and I cared about you so much but no matter how often I tried to sneak out or talk to my parents they wouldn’t let me see you! And when I talked to your parents during the day, they would always say you weren’t home, or that you were out with Kalim, and it was all my fault for dragging you along that day and I’m so sorry for doing that to you—”

“Hey.” Jamil murmurs, placing a gentle hand on top of yours, “Hey. It’s okay. We found each other, didn’t we?”

You look at him with watery eyes and furrow your brow, staring. He can’t imagine what you’ve gone through these past few years, holding this guilt so close to your heart. No wonder you’re a wreck.

“I don’t blame you.” he says, staring straight into your eyes, “I don’t blame you for anything. So don’t blame yourself. That was the most fun I’d ever had.”

“Really?” you smile a little, and Jamil leans forward as if he’ll be able to store that smile in his memory forever.

“Of course.” he smiles back, soft and affectionate, with all the love and tender understanding in the world.

You hesitate, ducking your head again.

You want to ask a question.

“What is it?” he asks, removing his hand from overtop of yours to give you space to think.

He really, really hopes you won’t ask him to leave.

“Can I hug you?” you whisper, almost as if you don’t want him to hear.

Jamil thought you’d never ask.

He opens his arms, a wordless response that you accept gratefully. You fall into him and he falls into you, too. Jamil hears you sob quietly into his vest, right above his heart where that old picture of you rests.

Even now, you always find your way to that spot, don’t you? Jamil supposes it’s only natural since you’ll always have a space there just for you.

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Monday Evening Fandom :) This will be my new schedule Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. So I can get all the remaining eps in before the premiere. Should finish the week before we get to squee over a new season. So you'll have one more extra a week till we reach S6.

Some fun UC stuff for them to do in this one and the ever famous scene in the van. The marriage moments in this one continue. Off we go.

4x07 Fire Fight

We start off with our couple bringing someone in to book. She ran a stop sign AND a red light. Then flipped them off and made them chase her. Then has the audacity to ask why they arrested her? LOL My god...She tells them she was late for her life coach session. Tim makes a crack that her coach is doing a terrible job haha The sass Timothy I'm here for it.

As she gets processed Lucy brings up the bet from the previous episode. Tim retorting ‘The bet I won?’ Lucy fires right back that she won it. Their banter is unrivaled I love it so much. Tim telling her he had the gold in his hand. Lucy defending only because she had to arrest an armed gunmen. Tim tries to take the glory for this as well. That he technically arrested him. You know with his arm.

Lucy scoffing saying all he did was extend his arm out. Flirt nation right off the bat in this one. You know she’s actually impressed by it but can’t let his ego know that fact. Tim is trying to impress her by saying this. My goodness these two. It is very impressive he did that and wants her to know it. They're entering into the bantery foreplay early in this one.

Poor Grey gets dragged into their work flirt I mean fight. Tim really shouldn’t have been shocked at all when Grey said he suspected in 5x12. Man has been front row to this flirt fest for years . When he said that I think he meant long before that moment. He knew for a VERY long time. Poor Wade he just wants to get his job done. He wandered into booking thinking he could get in and out. Then in come Tim and Lucy to drag him into their fight LMAO

They're trying to get him to settle their bet from 4x06. They’re so damn competitive neither can settle for a tie. Grey affirms he thought it was as such. This was not the answer either of them wanted. Tim wants a rematch because of course he does. Lucy is adorable and says they should do an escape room LOL She had to know that wasn’t going to fly. Tim says no to that naturally. His reaction is hilarious.

So off put by the idea of being stuck in one. Decides they need a neutral party to decide their next competition. I love how in-sync they are when they turn to Grey. Same brain and same body language. Look how they mirror each other it's crazy. Sure Wade is thinking my god just find a room already. Instead he catches onto what they want. The way they both nod is so well timed they’re ridiculous and I love it sfm. Chemistry is unreal. Hats off to Eric and Melissa.

Grey agrees to this if only to get them to leave him the hell alone heh. He assigns them random penal codes. Says whoever gets their arrest first wins. Lucy could not be cuter waiting for hers. Tim gets his and isn’t pleased with it. Lucy is shocked he even knows what his is. Since its obscure as hell. Tim is fresh af with her replying 'She didn’t?' Ha her reaction. My god the punches just don’t get pulled with these two.

Tim says it’s unfair. SMH Oh Timothy pouting isn’t gonna work with Grey. He tells him life isn’t fair. Lucy is beaming about this. I love these two ridiculous fools so much. The woman they brought in is done with booking. She clearly doesn’t want to go into a cell. Tells them she know’s about a real crime. Says if she tells them she can cut a deal? Tim replies ‘What’s the crime?’

We return to them heading into interrogation. Lucy hands him a list of places they should go when they’re back out. Tim hands it right back without looking. Knowing exactly why she wants to hit those places. So she can win their bet. Doesn't hesitate as he calls her out on it. Lucy fires right back saying she knows he went to Nell. These two are so amazingly absurd.

Doing whatever they can to win this bloody bet of theirs. Lucy doesn’t let him get away with it for more than two seconds. She has your number Timothy. Always has always will. Her wifey 'Mmm' is everything. So he admits to giving Nell Dodger tickets haha Lucy looks like she wants to smack him. Also she can’t fault him she’s trying to play dirty too. You two competitive dopes are meant to be. I can only imagine how they would be in S6 with a competition.

Even though they’re battling he still holds the door open for her to interrogation. My heart. Ever the gentleman. They’re following up on the tip they were given earlier. The woman they’ve pulled in for questioning is in regards to her new skin care line. She confuses Tim right off the bat. He can't even process what she is saying so he turns to Lucy to decipher it for him.

Classic husband move to turn right to Lucy for the answer. It's so cute. She’s like later haha That it’s not important right now. She will explain later. So married looking to his wife for answers. Gotta love it. They were given a jar of her skin care. They tested it based on their tip and it has endangered tiger blood in it.

She doesn’t even deny it. Like she is proud of the fact her stuff has it. Lucy tells her she could end up in jail for up to 5 years for this. The cockiness disappears. Then the cycle of giving one another up continues. She panics and tells them about someone named Sloan. That she’s selling psychedelics as vitamins. Tim sighs deeply and asks for this woman’s last name for them to follow up.

They have round 2 in interrogation. Tim was already annoyed going into this LMAO He asks Sloan to take her sunglasses off. She complains the fluorescent lights give her headaches. Tim informs her that is the least of her problems. That they’ve been informed about her “vitamins” Sloan poorly defends herself and says she’s just using her husband’s prescription pad. That it’s ok…Oh my lord. It so is not.

Tim goes off his patience wearing very thin. Tells her this makes her a drug dealer. A high level one at that. She could be facing 20 years in federal prison for it. Sloan starts to stutter and panic. Saying how this has gotten horribly out of hand. Then asks how ratted her out? They don’t say. Then she mentions someone named Aston. That she has to be the one ratting her out. So she turns on her continuing the blame game cycle.

She tells them Aston is trying to hire a hitman. That her husband is worth more dead than alive. She’s been on the dark web trying to get it done. The reactions above are the best part. Tim was so very done going into this. This just made it so much worse. I love the shared look. Lucy is trying not to laugh at this situation. Looking at Tim to ground her. The way they check in with each other gives me all the feels. They’re both flabbergasted by the ring of ridiculousness they’ve been dragged into.

Cue to the infamous van scene. Tim rolls up not expecting the flack he gets. Lucy is on him immediately. Seriously judging his choice in disguise. How he looks like himself and not the hitman she was picturing at all. Lucy is truly is the teacher in this moment and schools him so hard about his choice. You know she’s enjoying bossing him around. The way she tells him to get into the van is too funny. Waving his ass in. Ready to teach him a Lucy Lesson. Heh

It’s fun to watch her be the more knowledgeable of the two in an OP. Tim fights her the minute they sit down. Lucy sighs and presses on. Schooling her man on UC and what they're trying to accomplish today. He is biting back a smile at her logical teasing. Look him above. He WANTS to be annoyed but he isn't really. Once again impressed by her confidence and knowledge on this. So he acts annoyed because he has a fake bravado to protect and all that.

She continues on with more irrefutable logic. He's looking at this wrong. They're not there to dupe a seasoned criminal. That he’s fooling someone who gets her ideas from Lifetime movies. LMFAO Where is the lie? Tim can’t fault her logic even though he wishes she was wrong. Lucy shoves the jacket at Tim tells him to put it on. (Bosses his ass around I love it sfm. He kinda does too.) He begrudgingly snatches it from her to put on and she thanks him.

Let’s not skate past the fact she is checking him out long before she is putting that mic on him above. As he is putting on that jacket she is doing an elevator gaze of her own. She does a double take of him really. Swallows hard too like she's pushing down her desire in this moment. As subtle as a hammer Lucy. Tim commenting he looks like an idiot. That he would pull himself over. haha Lucy definitely does not agree. She begs to differ quite a bit. Lucy bounces back and says he looks exactly as he should. She is holding firm refusing to let his sass sway her or break her confidence. How far we've come.

Then comes the wonderful shameless eye sex. The brazen UST look that could ignite that van on fire. Lucy's reaction is how I would react. She can clearly see how fit he is. She knew but had never seen the glorious proof up close. You can tell she finds him so very attractive. I mean look at him. Gah beautifully toned chest and abs. Delicious pecs to go with that sculpted chest. Phew lord. Pass the ice water please.

She’s trying not to just stare at his toned chest but has to in order to mic him up. She’s touching him and doesn’t know how to handle it. Shoving his shirt up even higher than needed without realizing it. It's up to his neck. Tim broke her brain haha The awkward glances up crack me up. She’s trying not to make eye contact but also not just stare at his beautiful body either. Rock and a hard place Lucy. Gah we need more shirtless Tim in S6. You hear me writers? I need MORE LOL

Tim isn’t exactly helping with his matching intense gaze. He doesn’t break eye contact with her except to look down at where she is placing it. Tim is flirting right back with his own thirsty gaze. He can feel how electrically charged this moment is. Feeling very aware of her gaze and returning it in kind. They're feeding off each other 100% right now.

Tim is the first to come back to his senses just like in 4x01. So he chastises her for putting the mic too high. It breaks Lucy’s lusty gaze and fog she was in. Annoyed he’s done as such she is not kind in removing the tape. Like at all LOL Lucy tells him she knows what she’s doing right before she rips it off. His reaction is so damn funny I’m dying. Lucy is very pleased with herself. The raw UST is prominent throughout the entire season its so good. Just mounts a little more each ep.

Lucy apologizes for ripping it off and sends him off. You know she is going to enjoy being the voice in his ear. Watching him do UC from the van as she observes. Aston isn’t being explicit enough. Too busy checking Tim out and hitting on him. I mean can’t blame the woman. He looks fine as hell. Lucy is laughing in his ear floored by this women’s forwardness.

She is getting a kick out of this woman blatantly hitting on him. Asking if this woman is touching him? If she is then if she offers money for sex she’ll win the bet LOL Oh Lucy so one track minded I’m dying. It’s what prompts Tim’s response above and Lucy’s excitement bout it. Tim finally gets her to confess with details once she thinks she has a shot with him ha. Using his good looks to close this case. Fantastic.

Afterwards they come to visit Nolan in the hospital. He survived a mad man apparently. Sheer luck I think but survived nonetheless. This is their married moment of the ep. Also Tall/Smol shots that I enjoy so much. Tim gives her crap for buying out the entire gift store. Lucy says he’s been in hospital before. He knows how boring it can be. She then asks what he got for Nolan?

Hahah oh sweet Lucy. Did you really think Tim would spend money on Nolan of all people? He tells her no…but he’ll just put his name on her gift ahaha I can see in future when they’re giving out gifts as a couple they'd be the same. People will be thanking them and Tim will have no idea what she bought for them. Just go along with it.

Lucy is shocked but not shocked by his behavior. Saying 'Unbelievable' Like really she shouldn’t expect anything less. Also this is totally normal giving a shared gift like this. Nothing married at all about this behavior whatsoever....Super platonic.

Lucy brings up the bet one last time. Tim says her first name (be still my heart) saying he wants to call it a draw. That police work is too important to turn into a game. Lucy prods him saying he only wants to call it because he might lose. Tim says sure if that’s what she needs to hear. He will go with that. She asks him when he became the noble one? Tim just asks if that means they’re square on their bet? Lucy agrees no one wins but says he can’t have his name on her basket hahaha Tim rolls his eyes but follows after her anyway.

I think Tim was worried if they continued with the bet their next 'van moment' could escalate. Tim may not be aware of a lot with Lucy in terms of being in love with her yet. But he is VERY aware of his attraction to her. That hug in 4x01 was blatant proof of it. That their competitive nature is flirt fueled. So cutting this one off at the knees extinguishes that. It's why he was so quick to end it. Avoidance is the name of the game for him now. So he let Lucy have whatever terms of surrender she wanted. Including knocking his name off that basket and saying it was cause he didn't want to lose. He knows they are on thin ice and trying to keep them from falling in.

~~~

Side notes- Non Chenford.

Poor Wesley in Elijah’s tangled web. Grey trying to give him an out. A mistake that is going to haunt and follow them for a long time to come.

Nolan had a SL but I didn’t care till Chenford came to give him a gift lmao

Thank you thank you to all who like, comment and reblog these. You all make my day you have no idea. Shall see you Wednesday with 4x08 :)

[astridthevalkyrie]

"Here's your tea, weirdo," you greet Levi sweetly, with a kiss to his cheek. He takes the cup from you, pinching your thigh in retribution from your sass as you sit down. You pout, seeing his open books. "Did you start without me?"

"You went to get drinks first," Levi says, deadpan.

"Um, for you!"

"No, for you," he nods at the much-larger-than-his cold drink in your hands. "I was just a lucky bonus."

"SMH, you do something nice for your boyfriend and this is how he treats you."

"Don't say keyboard abbreviations in conversation, freak." His eyes scan over your laptop when you open it, nodding approvingly at how long your essay is as you scroll to the bottom of the page. "How's that coming?"

"Ugh, it's not."

"It's hard?"

"No," you groan, "I just keep putting it off. I have the World's Hardest Game open on a different tab and whenever I'm stressed I just try my best not to let those idiot blue balls hit my precious square instead of working. I only have three levels left and I've hit five thousand deaths so far!"

Someone else in the library laughs, and both you and Levi look up. A scowl settles on his face.

“Good job,” he says pointedly, “I’m proud of you.”

You let out a little laugh, even as your heart warms with the praise. “Don’t hurt yourself with those lies, baby.”

“I don’t like anyone thinking they can laugh at you,” Levi seethes, the part of his forehead where his brows meet scrunching together in such a way that makes you wanna kiss the tension right off his face. “And I’m not lying. That game’s hard as shit.”

Love you, you think dreamily. All the dreariness of the day and all the work seem to melt away when he’s the one advising you through it, when he’s the one kissing your temple every time you answer a question right, when he’s the one holding you to his chest as you rant about the day’s troubles on his lap.

But you can tell him that when you’re in private. For now, plenty is conveyed by you just bringing his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles. Levi’s hand closes over your thumb, and he brings your hand down to hold against him, seemingly content with this to go back to reading, even though you need your hand to type.

Eh. You’ve been procrastinating all week. What’s five more minutes?

And you can play the game you definitely haven’t mastered with one hand anyway.

[silverflqmes]

ignore that im on my selfship account it’s luma lmao

some selfship questions for u and tooru <3

•does tooru get you flowers? if so, what kind?

ldoes tooru like to read books with you? or does he secretly collect all your favs and binge read them?

•what shows do you watch together?

•have you guys had any thoughts on marriage? (sorry if this makes you uncomfy i’ll note it for the future)

•do you guys match icons on like tumblr or insta?

•what couple do you resonate you and tooru with? like for example me and scara kinda resemble harley quinn and the joker (minus the toxicity)

•what video games do you guys play together? if you play genshin together, who does he main / what team does he use and do you do cute genshin couple things?

hi luma! no worries, i figured it was you😭 woohoo selfship questions, i’ll do my best to answer those<33

— tooru is the flower giving type!! i think he’s the kind of person to read into flower language and symbolism cuz like, it’s tooru.. he never does anything haphazardly and always wants to provide the best, so he definitely looks into their meanings before choosing accordingly depending on the occasion or mood<3 red roses are a common ( given their symbolism for love and passion ), forget me nots are also some he frequently sends ( often as a reassurance to me, along with himself ), daisies ( he remembers how i used to really like them as a kid, and brings them as a reminder of those times ) and a combo between lily of the valley and larkspur ( they’re the flowers of our birth months<3 )

— i think he would show interest in what i read and i would beg him on my hands and knees to read my favs, specifically the folk of air series, to scream with him!! bonus if he decided to annotate and swap copies with me so we could read each other’s comments<3 furthermore, he serenades me to sleep by reading on stressy nights :’) and just cuz his voice is so<3

— definitely star wars oriented shows.. the clone wars has consumed us wholly and we have not recovered from the siege of mandalore.. sitcoms FOR SURE, i love friends a completely normal amount, seinfeld too, modern family, big bang theory, king of queens, etc. anyway, other than that we’d probably watch a lottt of slice of life / romance anime since it’s super comforting and silly<333 although some shonen anime make certain exceptions ( owari no seraph my love ) OH AND CARTOONS BC OLD SPONGEBOB HUMOR >>>

— TOORU IS DEFINITELY A MARRIAGE KIND OF GUY and like same i want marriage too but later down the line cuz i wanna enjoy the youth and sillying around of dating.. but i think we would unironically refer to each other as husband n wife.. and act like a married couple.. proposing is gonna be a challenge because he wants to do it but i ALSO want to do it like babes let me get on my knee pls and propose to you like the king you are smh

— i don’t think tooru would be on tumblr, maybe he would be if he indulges in my nonsense.. so probably instagram!

— we are anakin and padmé for sure and take turns, although misaki and usui are definitely us too, as well as kuronuma and kazehaya ( THEY MAKE ME SO EMO AND NOT NORMAL )

— we play a lot of wii and ds games together pre timeskip, specifically super mario bros, mario kart, mario party, wii sports, just dance — all that jazz, and i would have begged him to indulge me in my tekken addiction despite the amount of times he would get his ass handed to him BAHAHAHAHA ( he’s petty bc i use asuka since she counters attacks ) now post timeskip, we would definitely play ssbu because it’s just sm fun ( a-and um um sephiroth…. ) — now i would get my ass handed here instead.. and of course we cannot forget the hit game GENSHIN IMPACT!!! bro mains either tartaglia, ayato or alhaitham because i am not normal about them and he makes it a goal to tease me using them.. think he probably uses vaporize a lot to stick to my synergy or spread; as for couple things, we definitely take each other to pretty locations we found or help one another with grinding / quests. if there are also co-op games, those too!! for the rest, we’d probably take turns on ffvii since it’s single player and i have a tendency to throw a controller at someone when things get too heated.. prepare yourself tooru!! especially if sephi is the final boss..

[grimalkinmessor]

Do you have any headcannons about omegaverse AFO and Yoichi? Because omega Yoichi takes up way too much of my brain space to be healthy.

Not until this moment I didn't! :D

Though tbh I tend to always think of them as either being both Omegas, or Alpha Yoichi/Omega AFO—just because their dynamic in canon is already so fucking unbalanced that putting them in the traditional set feels cruel to Yoichi 😭

But I think I'd like the traditional set (Alpha AFO/Omega Yoichi) more in literally any other universe than canon. Royalty AU? Beautiful. No Quirks AU? Let's GO. Roleswap AU? HELL YEAH. Just not canon, because again, making canon Yoichi an Omega to his Alpha brother is just grinding salt in the wound :') Not fond of it, unfortunately.

I can give you some hcs for it, however! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Omega Yoichi's scent is a mix of mint, white raspberries, and nickel. Alpha Takashi's scent is ozone and chemical sugar. Both of their scents are sweet and harsh in turns, but in different ways that clash when put together :3 They both love the way they smell together though, even as everyone else cringes and shies away from it because it's simply too much.

Though most people (in my version of omegaverse) present in their early/mid teens, Takashi either likely presented far later than his teens, or far earlier, due to their extenuating circumstances. Argument for earlier is that the stress on his body might've caused him to present early so he could have a better chance at protecting himself and his territory, and the argument for later is that he already has PLENTY of tools to defend himself and his territory with, so his body never hit that high trigger point of "need to protect/defend" that most Alphas experience before their first rut.

Yoichi likely presents normally, though with the distressing add-on of having nowhere to nest and nothing to nest with. Takashi would monopolize providing for them, and blankets and soft things likely wouldn't be a priority for him until AFTER Yoichi presents, so Yoichi's first heat is probably spent with Takashi holding him really tight to imitate an enclosed, safe nest while Yoichi whines and quietly panics the whole time. It's awful for both of them, but especially Yoichi—though afterwards Takashi does start bringing home blankets and pillows and things to go in their space, but refuses to let Yoichi have them until he's thoroughly washed and scented them.

Speaking of nests!! Takashi does not heed any of Yoichi's warnings about entering his uninvited, much less just barging in. Takashi gets bitten more than once doing this shit, but he refuses to stop. Yoichi took a chunk of his ear once too; can't teach this man shit smh

The first time they have sex is, again, likely Yoichi's doing. Just because there's a point after he presents where his instincts urge him to start providing for himself so he can venture out and find a mate (caveman inner omega-speak), BUT Takashi never allows Yoichi to venture out or start providing for himself. So all of those trinkets and clothes and books and food and blankets start to register as courting gifts reeeaaal quick :) Takashi goes from 'main provider' to 'potential mate' pretty rapidly, and Yoichi deals with this by pushing Takashi down in a frenzy during his next heat and sitting on his dick ✨

Depending on which route you took for AFO's presentation, that could be the moment he presents, or the first time he pops a knot. Up to you :3

Though there's also something to be said for All For One presenting as a full adult, either right after Yoichi is vaulted, right after Yoichi is rescued from said vault, or in that moment Yoichi fucking exploded right in front of him and Kudou :')

Alpha AFO definitely has a breeding kink the size of Jupiter, but male Omegas are sterile! Win for Yoichi—he dodged the biggest bullet of all! ....But that doesn't mean he doesn't also have a slightly smaller breeding kink. Slightly. Venus instead of Jupiter. Just by basis of Yoichi feeling nauseous at the actual idea of it but also being desperately horny about it in bed and in his head. Takashi's kink is definitely an IRL desire though, unfortunately.

[bloodyopvs]

like the moon & the tide, part one

Previously posted on AO3.

CHARACTERS: The Sanguinarch, Laqeramaline SHIP: Duqramaline (Duq'arael/Laqeramaline) RATING: M GENRE: Fluff and Angst / Angst with a happy ending

SETTING & TROPES: Reincarnation + Modern AU; Childhood Friends to Lovers to Exes/Divorcees to...whatever this is. There will be arranged marriage, some kissing, lots of dumb mutual pining, commitment issues, pet names, canon references, and just all-around two modern idiots being...well, idiots. There's also going to be a cameo of smol Logos in the later parts.

CW/TW: None for this part, but there will be a mention of sex and mentions (plural, I think) of substance abuse later on.

NOTES: This was the fic that I first wrote of them, and it was published before Babel and ch 14 hits the Global server back at the end of August, which means that Laqeramaline's characterisation was 85-95% personal interpretation (+ fanon). There may also be some inconsistencies and inaccuracies, although I obviously meant to take canon behind the shed and sacrifice it to a Sarkaz Witchcraft Altar for being a coward.

Also! Sort-of inspired by this art by @el-loy, which got me into this ship.

Had to cut this fic into several parts, too, because tumblr is my enemy and won't let me post all of it in one sitting. smh.

SUMMARY:

Our love a bittersweet fairytale, a circle of partings and reunions, like the eternal dance between the moon and the tide.

In a dream that he's had more often than not, he was falling. When he was a boy, the doctors that his parents brought him to told them that it was normal. When he got slightly older, those doctors asked his parents if he had a particular fear of falling — if he's been through any 'traumatic experience'. He stopped telling his parents his dreams - nightmares? - soon after. He stopped worrying his older brother with them, too. Not long after that, he met her for the first time. Laqeramaline is a peculiar girl, one that seemed as if she belonged in a myth. She never quite seem to belong in this world, as if she got one hand curled around an invisible suitcase handle as a little girl, always ready to leave. Or perhaps to fly off altogether into the night — that's just the kind of girl that she was. Their first encounter was in his family's garden. Her parents was some close acquaintances of his, and although his mother had told him that they have a little girl that's around his age, Duq'arael witnessed neither hide nor hair of her. He was bored of being around adults — mostly around his brother, who was everyone's favourite — and he snuck out into the garden while the adults and his brother were busy regaling one another with whatever it was that adults talk about. Probably politics and other stuffy things, and the ten-year-old did not want to bother himself with it, even as brilliant as he was. When he arrived in the garden, though, he was quite unsure of what to do. Thankfully, it wasn't an especially bright day (he was, admittedly, quite photosensitive, and the sun and him don't exactly get along) and the gentle afternoon sun was covered by some clouds. He wished that he'd swiped one of his brother's books — not the boring ones, though — because now, glancing around at the garden, he was unsure as to what to do.

In the end, he approached the giant oak tree on one corner of the garden, his father's favourite. The boy thought that perhaps he could while away the time counting clouds, or just laze around underneath its shade. It was certainly a much better alternative than to be stuck hearing the adults talk, even if they weren't stingy with snacks and compliments (the two essential things that every kid liked, especially him). Even so, when he'd just sat down, he suddenly felt a small pebble bouncing off from his head, albeit harmlessly so. Then quickly followed by another one. Annoyed, the fair-haired boy looks up — and that's when he first saw Laqeramaline. She was hanging from one of the tree's lower branches; a deep contrast to the beautiful black dress that she was wearing. She seemed to be around his age; a little girl with blue-black hair and a pair of wide, ruby eyes framed by long, elegant lashes. She was staring down at him inquisitively. "…What are you looking at?" Irritated, Duq'arael scowled up at her, and she threw another pebble in his direction, which he managed to dodge this time. "Don't you have any manners whatsoever?"

"I do, but it's reserved for boys whose face isn't stuck in an upside-down smile," She flatly said, the expression on her small face remaining unchanged, which annoys him even more. "And dark-haired ones, I suppose." "What's that supposed to mean?" He bristled, the scowl on his face deepening. "Anyway, why don't you come on down? I'd love to give you a piece of my mind." "You'd fight a girl?" "My brother says that women and men are equals. So, yeah." "Mm, I don't think that's what he meant when he told you that," There's a rustle, and gracefully, she pulled herself up. "I'd feel bad for you, though. You seem quite frail. Why don't you be my friend instead?" "…Are you always rude to people who you asked to be your friend, or are you just rude to boys?" He squints at her, uncertain as to how to respond to that. What is wrong with this girl? She's really weird. "Just to boys, mostly. But that's because they suck," Answered the peculiar girl, thoughtfully, before she climbed down from the tree, and dusted her clothes. "My mother asked me to be nicer to them, though. And your parents are friends with mine, right?"

"…Yes?" "Then you should be my friend. My name is Laqeramaline," She wiped her hand on her dress before she extended it to him, and Duq'arael stared at it for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should accept it, not because she was a strange girl or, well, a girl, with all the myths surrounding her gender, but because it might be dirty. In the end, though, he chose to accept it, and she beamed at him for the first time. "What's yours?" "Duq'arael," He answered, succinctly, rather stiffly. "Um, nice to meet you." "Duq'arael. That's a mouthful, but I guess it suits you," She furrowed her brow, pulling back her hand after she'd shook it, looking thoughtful for a moment before she suddenly claps her hands. "I'm gonna call you Dukare. That's easier." "…And who gives you permission to change people's names?" Once again, he was scowling — at this weird, bold, solemn girl who seemed to have appeared out of thin air, like an apparition. "We've only just met, too." "Well, you're my friend now. It's better than the 'Prince of Scowls' or something," She shrugs her small, slender shoulders, and to his surprise — she's always full of surprises — she leans forward and patted his shoulder. "Cheer up. A smile suits you much better." That was how their strange relationship began. TO BE CONTINUED.

[weebnotheree]

~ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵 ~ || Ɓօօƙ 1

|| 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 ||

Standing near the ocean, on a hill. Two people. A son and his father. Blood, dripping in the snow, staining its artic glow. Their hair and Sesshomaru's dog fur swaying in the wind.

"Father. Do you insist on going?" the son spoke with such intensity in his voice. There he stood a few meters behind the one he calls father. His father looked ahead, not turning to face him as he spoke.

"Do you intend to stop me, Sesshomaru?" his father declared.

"I will not stand in your way. However, before you go, you must entrust the sword Sō'unga and Tessaiga to me" he suggested, which was really a demnad for his father.

"And if i refuse? Will you kill me? Your own father" he groaned in annoyance of what he thinks what Sesshomaru is really after. "Do you desire power so much? Why do you seek power my son?"

"The path I walk is the way of Supreme Conquest. And it is power that will reveal the way for me" he voiced straightforwardly. His father slightly put his head down with disappointment. Why does he seek power? Unlike his other son Inuyasha. Thou they might have forgotten their second eldest of the brothers, the father has not. He is still in search of his son, not giving up. M/n and Inuyasha do not seek power like their brother Sesshomaru. But something else.

[Hard-heartedly: Lacking in feeling or compassion; pitiless and cold.]

"Supreme Conquest" he uttered hard-heartedly. "Tell me Sesshomaru. Have you someone to protect?" he asked. Wanting to test Sesshomaru, he awaits his answer.

He was looking at his father, standing in front of him. He squinted his eyes. "Protect?" he remarked. Who would he need to protect? He doesn't need to protect anyone. He only protects himself. Tension took over as they stood. Only the waves of the ocean could be heard crashing against the sand.

"The answer is no. I Sesshomaru have no idea of such" he says as he spreads out his right arm, with his pointer and middle finger in a position he usually uses. Like his poisonous whips from his fingertips. He stanced himself ready to fight as his father roared, turning into a giant dog demon. His answer made his father very angry. 

(sorry its like that *yk the effect in anime's when u try to pause and screenshot*)

How could he forget? I mean yeah it hasss been an insanely long time BUT STILL.

ok but why are their voices deep tho o-o kinda deeper than i remember now that im going back an watching it.

But anyways I hope you enjoyed this s- prologue u-u. And I still am updt TBHK CH51 (warning, it's gonna be long. Soo yea) DONT worry!! It's just school that's taking up the time for me updating. But I've just been having the urge to upt SOME OF MY STORIES but school work is ugh...but hopefully I have it updt by 3:20 pm. AND/OR TOMRRW! srry if I keep saying ill udpt..its just bc I'm busy.  🥱 😴😵💫 and i be tired after school.

Bruh and it's so funny bc yall keep getting onto me about that Sagittarius sign 🤣. GUYS..i only put it there bc i thought it was the GENDER thing for a boy 😖 😖 I even looked it up and it was blue with that sign...smh  😤 but I Luv all signs, don't come for me!

And look forward to new stories. Yk i just keep getting new ideas AND i still don't have my devices still so these ideas are.....(_-_)and doing the stories during school is just *sighs* so yea look forward to those >~<   😞 😔 😭

AND the things small TINY celebrating..whatever u wanna call it, when I post the updt it's gonna say like "TYSM FOR 50K" but now the book is up to 60...k i think, or 56 point something but don't mind that bc that was when i DID hit 50K. BUT TY FOR READING MY STORIES AND FOLLOWING ME I REALLY APPRECIATE IT! IT ALWAYS ENCOURAGES ME TO WRITE MORE AND KEEP UPDT!! 🥺 🥺

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【 book 6 pt. 2 thoughts ! (3) 】

i got through a good chunk of the story methinks, and it's probably bc there were more battles in the chapters i hit just now ^^

[ spoilers for 6-55 till 6-65 under the cut ! ]

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[ about : VIL UM SPELL !! ]

"I lose naught, and fear naught. This shining crown was made for me. Fairest One of All." RRAHHHH his unique magic is so good, he's so good, i love vil, and his big beautiful brain.

[ about : guy in the room at the end of the hall ]

grim...? would explain why leona found his magic familiar, but holy hell how did he absolutely desTROY the door ??? he blew it off its hinges quite literally hhh

[ about : uniforms and magic pens ]

it's interesting how much lore book 6 is giving us about nrc as well as simple things like dorm uniforms. we never would've known that dorm uniforms have magical defenses on them, or that they're all able to summon their magic pens from afar if we didn't have book 6.

CRYING I WISH I HAD THIS TEAM.... i wanna have the dorm leona n vil duo, and the scarabia dorm duo too :'))))

[ about : overblot gang fight !! ]

[ about : THE SERUM ]

I SEE. i knew there was something suspicious about the serum, but i didn't think that rook could cast arrow afar on inanimate objects too !!!! arghhh and vil noticing the fact that rook's UM was on the bottle from the first time he saw it, and him taking it along so rook knows where to find him,,,,,,, why are they both so intelligent wtf, rook hunt i want your brain rn !!!!

(also the way rook was able to open the emergency door release in one pull vs idia almost breaking his back to open it,,,,,,,rook hunt why are you so perfect wtf)

[ about : mirror ?? ]

WE'RE HAVING A DREAM SEQUENCE N O W ???? w h a t ??? did yuu get knocked out from the magic blast that was thrown at them ?

also it's funny how hercules and idia have similar dreams to each other. like how they both want to be like everybody else, but in different ways. whilst hercules was revered for his strength, idia and the shrouds are shunned by those that remember them, and others don't know them at all. and it's all because they were given a blessing/curse. i remember how idia said before that a blessing or a curse is dictated by a person's will, so every blessing can become a curse and vice versa if a person wills it to be.

[ about : EPEL UM !!! ]

OMG HIS UNIQUE MAGICCCCC !!! it's so fitting !!!! the fact that he's the "poisoned apple" and the fact that his UM can put others into cases of glass, just like the one snow white was put into after she was "put to sleep" by the poisoned apple. wahhh that's so cool !!!

and it's pretty versitle too, bc you can use it to encase enemies, aka make them fall asleep and stop attacking. but you can also use it to encase your allies, in order to protect them from attacks, just like what epel did earlier. and it fits epel !! like he does pick fights with others sometimes, but his strongest urge is to protect others from harm, and to be a shield, so the spell fits perfectly <33

also the spell itself,,, "your eyes will close, your breath will still, crimson slumber" aghhhhh !! i think it's 10x a better name than sleep kiss, bc the thing that woke snow white was a kiss, and the thing that put her to sleep was the apple hence "crimson slumber" ^^ well played on the localization team's part >:D

[ about : poor staff... ]

[ about : og ortho... ]

mans is out here fighting for his life meanwhile leona and azul are like "let's save him, rob him, and make him show us the way >:D" jSKJFKSDJF and vil's like "smh,,,,,but also yes let's do that" HAJFHDJSF they really ARE all dirtbags this is so hilarious

[ about : jamiazu and their never ending beef ]

your honor, i just find them funny sbdhdhfj like guys yall are about to get killed by automated robot armor, why are you fighting each other :')))

it gives me the creeps how og ortho always uses "we" as a personal pronoun. it's actually terrifying. bc no matter what is left behind of og ortho, he's already become a part of whatever creature exists in the underworld rn.

[ about : overblot gang's rejection ]

vil... the way he takes their side and sees it from their perspective first and foremost. like he commends ortho for changing his thinking, and trying to take a chance for himself and idia. but he also knows when to be strict, bc he doesn't want to give up on his own dreams.

and leona ^^ obviously he has a lot of grievances with the current world, but the reset that ortho's planning has too many uncertain variables, and not enough certainty that the world will be remade in a way that would favor him, so ofc he would refuse.

jamil, obviously he doesn't like being ordered around. if he was going to remake the world, it would be by his own hand, and not because someone more powerful is trying to get him to do it out of fear.

azul of course is thinking about the economy, he can't do business in a world that's overrun with phantoms,,,,he would lose his 10-year-business plan if all phantoms start invading the world.

and riddle, as always, talks about rules. it makes sense, bc ortho's trying to make new rules for the whole entire world that would only benefit two people, and riddle being the guy who lives by rules to help protect and guide people wouldn't accept that.

[ about : POME REUNIONNN ]

AAAAAA THE WAY EPEL RAN ALL THE WAY TO VIL AND VIL WAS LIKE "EPEL" LIKE AHHHHH DAD SON MOMENTTT !!! they're so cute i love pome sm sm sniffsss the way rook runs as well and vil taking into stock that everyone's okay !!!! so happy !!!!! (also the other dormleaders being stock still bc what. why are there here.)

[ about : grim's power ]

i fucken knew ittttt— last book 6 thoughts i pointed out how maybe grim's "full potential" was being hindered by his curse. maybe his curse is activated in the presence of blot density. bc he only went berserk after eating 5 blot stones, and then he went berserk again in STYX because the halls started filling up with strong blot fumes. so the curse might lift when he's surrounded by blot and he can access the normal magic reserves that direbeasts usually have.

OR grim can naturally digest blot...? maybe he can use blot like a mage can utilize their magic pool when he's berserk, which explains why he hasn't overblotted yet after eating 5 blot stones. and it lines up with them being unable to figure out his blot accumulation rate.

[ about : leona's wager ]

HELP ??? i mean. deserved. BUT ALSO HELPPPP— time to grab a bag of popcorn before they start beating idia up sjfkdsjfk

[ about : rook hunt :")))) ]

NOT ROOK WANTING TO DO A HUDDLE I'M CRYING JSKFDJSKF the way that every single person hates it other than epel ToT this is so funny i love rook so much

not them huddling and then...standing in silence ??? i'm about to start crying real tears bc of these clowns sjdfksfks

[ about : FUCK ]

THE JUMPSCARE I GOT FROM ORTHO'S VOICE HOLY SHIEETTT,,,, idia's voice as well, are they getting corrupted by the blot...?

lowkey kinda nervous about the fights but wish me luck y'all hhhhh

never have i been more terrified by ortho before iN MY LIFE.

[ about : the elusive 6-66 ]

ok i'm gonna keep playing, but i'll leave off here and make a separate post for 6-66 and 6-67 bc i know those two chapters will be long asffff

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Racc here, I'm gonna drop this one at yalls (literally no one) feet like a bastard child. See ya.

It's my least favorite because I feel it's a stupid idea, it was cool at first but when I put pen to paper it didn't make sense.

Synopsis, the authors least favorite son

August 29th, 2046

Jerusalem, Israel

Walking through the streets of one of the holiest cities in the world is quite an experience, I enter a coffee shop to meet the man I am to interview today, his name is Amir Essa, and he has gray streaks in his long dark hair, is bronze skin is wrinkled with crows feet and laugh lines. He shakes my hand and smiles at me, the smile reaches his eyes. The war didn't take that away from him like it did so many others.

“So you were a part of the Saharian horde eradications?”

“Ahh yes, the SHE unit”

He speaks of the SHE with a fond reminiscence.

“Could you elaborate just what the SHE unit was?”

“One of the greatest cavalry forces since the hussars, we were created after the final pushbacks at the walls of Jerusalem, and made as an extermination unit for the Saharian mass horde, comparable to a European horde or the horde you Americans had on your east coast”

“After the pushbacks of Jerusalem, the Israeli government came up with an idea, to use all the camels that had come in when the shut off of the Israeli state began, and instead of continuing to use them for meat, why not weaponize them? They were the perfect desert animal for the intention we had, and being that Israel’s factories stayed open, we had a massive stockpile of rifle ammunition, which, after your battle of DC, we found was the most effective for killing the dead, instead of your orchestras of artilery and machine guns.”

“i signed on with the SHE as soon as i found out the government had made it, of course you had to go through our version of your bootcamps, and learn how to ride a camel, while also learning how to shoot the rifles they gave us.”

“on this day, 16 years ago, we began our liberation of the african desert, descending through cairo and around the mediterranean coast slowly drawing off numbers from the SMH (saharian mass horde) and after 2 months of doing this, the brass decided to give us the order to start skirmishing with the mass horde”

“the SHE had about 20,000 active cavalrymen, but was split in 2, the army i served with, the silver horsemen, started our skirmishes from the atlas mountains, while our sister army, the red horsemen, started from the nile river. And when the order came out, both armies would attempt to meet in the middle of the desert, and hopefully, on the corpse of the mass horde.”

“i was one of the first ones who began the circling of the horde, god it was like we where the mongol hordes of old, horde against horde. This was the deciding factor of who would come out on top of this war, this was the turning point.”

“when the shots first started to go off, we got extremely confident, we had the ammo, and the speed, to outpace every single one of those things, im talking the entire 40 million of those things in that mass of decay. But some of the younger soldiers, got too confident, got too close to the sun, a stray bullet hit his camels leg, and he went tumbling about 10 yards away from the horde, he got up from his camel, managed to put it down before the horde got to it, and booked it towards us, i had to do something, it was my moral duty, especially when one is faced with a death that gruesome. I broke formation, and urged my camel to run faster towards the horde.”

“this normally wouldnt have worked, animals had this primal instinct to get away from these things, but our camels, and later your k-9s where trained to ignore these instincts, or at least be brave enough to face the fear of the dead. I charged towards the lone soldier, he saw me and started running towards me and my camel, he was running out of stamina, and the horde was gaining on him, but, at the last second, i was able to get him on my camel, and we returned to the circle.”

“i chastised the boy, but i learned that he was one of the few americans in israel when the state quarantined, his name was Cain Rogers. He was fearstricken. Who wouldnt have been though, faced with death that close, and at that young as well.”

“now that i had this boy with me on my camel, i had half the ammo i had before i rescued Cain, since he left his ammo with his camel, whose corpse wasnt there when we got back into the cirlce formation. But me and Cain made it work, we had a system locked down, and before the day ended, we had made a significant dent in the number of the horde. We all went back to base, trading out our positions with the other half of the silver horsemen so we could let ourselves and camels rest, the other half of the silver horsemen would keep the SMH occupied so they didnt hunt us down while we slept.

“Cain thanked me a thousand times when we arrived at the mountain base to rest. He didnt need too, but he did it anyway. The day silver horsemen feasted and drank and sang because of the dent we made in the SMH that day, but we rested, and when we woke up we traded out with the night portion of the silver horsemen, and continued our skirmish.”

“this process of switching night and day would continue for maybe a week, but after days of this process, we finally saw the light, red as the dawn. Our men where tired, and im sure some of our camels had tripped on corpses along the way, but when we saw our sister army. I think thats the most reguvinating moment ive had in my life. That final skirmish was the hardest we had fought the entire week, and the moment i embraced a man from the red horseman, was the moment humanity had a chance.”

[charmed-asylum]

I love how you can take any challenge and completely 🫰 make it your own. When we meet this young hopeful she seems to be in a rut between what she always wish for and reality of it all. Something in away I feel even Bucky dealt with reality of how life is and fantasy he build up both as a war hero and as a man. I wonder tho what type of movies she makes ? Because no lie I was thinking of a type but then I’m like nah can’t be.

The whole beginning scene reminds me of those classic movies in black in white w the woman with long hair and robs flow around w so much grace and ease something that idk in whole thing til she hit with the derange man she keeps up from way she speaks to manger to wat she walks and speaks to when she first meets bucky. Idk either that or lucky song by Britney Spears which can be a || to this story. When she reads the letter and sees it sign for JBB. Does it click later on who it was or this whole time nope. Crazy she completely brush it off as aww cute with a boop on the noise she so use to this type of attention I know she said it comes with the territory but girl no bells no mmm 🤔 I should not have it come to my house.

As for 1940s Bucky this is like oh so no super powers just a bright eye I want to make this world better one type of guy but to see the difference it must of been from how it was before the war and after. Something a lot of people dealt with. To see the difference with a beautiful gift like yours your always perfect with the details the grab of attention to finest details. From way he carries to himself to way smallest things are different then before. Even tho he different if you squeeze yours eyes little u can still see the lovely entitlement of a man even tho he been brought to a certain situation that he wasn’t before. He knows he different and he knows that this isn’t completely right as he fix his smile and said it strange. She think it’s strange and still he stood there fresh cut ready to go.

I do agree w Bucky w one thing while she smile and spoke away her acts and way she did things went against it oh how lovely while to snatch the book out his hands or a smile w no emotions. If I was her and saw this man who u already know not your normal man as soon as I see that I’m trying to do all I can ( looks both ways) she is alone and he obviously isn’t going no where. As a solider yeah a drink an autograph and a I need to be on my way James. But no way he was speaking and hesitant 😬 girl mmm it’s the 40s u can’t do nothing…. Which I have to say later to know the era and how different it is now the power be had and how it could of went if it wasn’t that time period smh

Like no lie girl u double down fuck up with this one. But oooooooo ooooooo oooooo if I had unlimited amount of snaps and points I would devour this next stop they cap us. Cray how it change it a way u see a switch it power. Star vs stranger to solider vs woman . Because even tho he a different man he still a solider and a man and way he can over power her w simple things holding her jaw and tones he give poof it’s no longer her upper hand even in her own house he carries the power.

Way he was with her on those steps had me dusking off the oxygen machine and gallon of water bc girl chica roo rooo it was so intimate, so I don’t know like if you read the story and start at this point it felt different than what the reality was. In a way it could’ve been like he just came home from the war and has seen the love of his life for the first time in a while. And it’s like a fun house effect in his mind while it’s blur between the two he acts as if this is all intimate between the two while also dipping back into reality. Like how he slips the slipper back in or holds her and says she smells like vanilla or how he knew her pulse was running as fast as his compared to when he was like I can only see the first floor. I never seen the top floor or he soon find the front door before she can run out or see the phone near an event. It’s like a weird back-and-forth of a seesaw where he knows what he’s doing, but he’s been so lost in reality probably since he was in the med room for so long and only thing he had was those old magazines it is as if from that point everything forward was as if he was in that Funhouse. ( also with this til it switch back fact he 🤔 mind set) then the end the act it self diva fan snap open mmmm. 😋 she really thinking if she gives him what he wants that’s it girllll act that he ain’t allowing you to get out away free and once Gerald hears about this new “ lover” knowing him he milk this shit so ur gonna be cuff to this one way or another. But again it was good af to read mmmm u know he had a different look on how it actually went. Like im the men but she was so kind to help me she so sweet she needs me and I need her

One and Only

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You meet your biggest fan.

Based on response: She’s famous & he’s a stalker fan? 1940s au?

Characters: Bucky Barnes

This is #1 of the Valentines Roulette stories

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“I’m sending the script this afternoon, honey,” Gerald promises through the speaker. You hold the receive to your ear and suppress a sigh. It’s a blessing that he can’t see your expression. ‘Honey.’  

“Sure thing, Ger,” you reply as you try to peer through the foggy glass pane. What a miserable February. 

“Screen tests start Monday,” he intones, as if you’ve not done this before. What number is this? You signed a contract for ten pictures, this is number seven of the lot. You cannot wait to shop around for a new studio. 

“Yes, Ger,” you answer dully. “See ya then.” 

“Three o’clock. There about,” he girds. 

“I’ll be around. Monday, then, Ger.” 

“Monday, honey.” 

You hang up. You arch your brow as your lips move with the retort you’re under terms and conditions not to say. ‘If you want honey, Gerald, go find a hive.’ You sigh to your content and adjust your rob beneath the satin belt cinched around your waist. 

There’s a knock at the door. You look at the clock in its ivory frame. It must be the mailman. You answer and accept his bundle. Some from those who watch your pictures and a letter from your sister. You shuffle through them and leave them scattered over the kitchen table. 

You pace. You’d hoped to have that script early. You might not be very happy with the films they’ve put you on but learning lines at least keeps your mind busy.  

As you sweep through the entryway, your satin robe catches the air and sends a breeze around the space. There’s a scuff along the hardwood that snags on the tassled corner of the rug. You must’ve dropped it when you took the handful from the mailman. 

You bend to pluck up the scrap of paper, folded in a tight square. When you untuck the corner, it forms a sort of accordion. You carefully unfold it, careful not to tear it. You reveal its sparse contents. 

The crosshatch of an inky nib has formed an image. One you vaguely recognise as yourself. The war feels like ages ago though it only just ended. It’s back to business as usual. No more tours through Europe, no more riding in cargo bays with the prettied up dances. Everything is all so dull these days. 

In the hastily scratched portrait, your hair is painfully twisted into victory rolls and the military cap pinned at just the right angle. You remember the soldiers, the worn gray palour and dark circles, the tatters in their uniforms as the complained for drawing lines up their legs to mimic the nylon these men needed to jump out of planes. 

You examine the torn edge and a few blots of ink and some other dark hue. There’s a scrawl in the corner. Loopy writing; ‘Happy Valentines. Only you on my mind. JBB’. Those messages are not unexpected. You are thankful for your admirers if not at time, perturbed by their assumptions of familiarity. Yet, you’ve chose the studio lights and camera lenses. It comes with the territory. 

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It’s three o’clock. Bucky’s watch is set, tightly strapped to his right wrist. Out of habit, he looks to the left and finds nothing. His shoulder is itchy where his muscles should tug but there’s nothing there. Just a pinned sleeve and frustration. 

He clears his throat and keeps the thick bound folder under his arm. The boy gave him no trouble, asked no questions. I’m the porter, kid, I’ll see it to her. No need to go bothering the lady. 

He marches down the winding stone walk. His car is near the sprawl of pine. He misses his motorcycle but he can’t figure how to steer it with one hand. Even the steering wheel gives him a bit of trouble. 

He presses his arm tighter to the script as he approaches the stoop. There’s a round stone platform before the door that forms steps up to the entrance. Moulds of ancient Greek statues stand in small alcoves beneath the lights on either side of the door frame.  

He stops before the door and bends his head as he tries to fix his hair. He shaved for this. It’s been a while. He spent long with the scissors, clipping through the shanks than he did with the razor. That’s another thing that’s harder. He struggled to get just the right angle around the left side of his jaw. There’s a nick there. 

He straightens up and stares at the arched door. He needs to knock. He has to step close and batters his knuckles on the wood. He backs up and looks down. He hasn’t worn a suit since he came home. They made him do it as they shouted ‘victory’ in the streets. 

He waits. No answer. He looks around. She has a bell. He shifts around then uses his nose to press it. Damn arm. 

He fixes his posture and smiles, then quickly wipes it away. You don’t want to look strange. No, not like some of the men they took off the lines. They got that glassy look. Some of them couldn’t do anything but laugh or cry. 

Her shadow darkens under the door before she opens it. She’s surprised by him. She bats her long lashes. They are naked, like the rest of her face. He’s just as stunned to see her in her natural form. No cosmetics, all her. She’s even more gorgeous. 

“Oh, I was expecting Stuart,” she greets him. “Pardon,” she tries to fix her hair. She wears a satin robe and slippers with feathers. “You have it?” 

She gestures to the script. He looks down at it and slides it down to his hands. He examines the cover. 

“Uh, yes, ma’am, miss,” he forgets everything he meant to say. All those lines he rehearsed in the dark theatre. The script he wrote when he lay restless in his bed. 

“Thank you, sir,” she reaches for it. He hesitates to hand it over. 

“I saw you. In the Hague,” he says as she latches onto the spine. He doesn’t let go. 

She looks at him. She has a serene look on her face, even as her eyes wander down to his pinned sleeve. She almost seems to brighten. 

“With the company?” She asks. “You saw me on stage?” 

“You’re real funny, miss,” he bounces on his heels. “Charming.” 

“Well, it’s the least I could do for your men. You gave so much,” she keeps a hold of the script. 

He looks at his left shoulder then at her. 

“Some things were taken,” he grumbles. 

She blanches, “pardon me, sir, I didn’t mean--” 

“I just wanted to say,” he overrides her apology. She doesn’t need to be sorry. “When I was in the medic’s tent, all those weeks, it was you. You got me through. I saw ya in the magazines. They were old, you know? Don’t get them hot off the press in the field.” 

“Sure,” she utters, he feels the tension in the folder as she tries to wiggle it away. “What’s your name, sir?” 

“James,” he answers. “James Buchanan Barnes.” 

She smiles, “that’s a lovely name. I do appreciate you coming to give me this. And for everything else.” 

He lets go of the folder. He expected more. She might invite him in for a drink. He did lose a fucking arm so the ladies could keep their precious slippers and robes. And he came all the way down her to give her that lump of papers. 

“You have a good day, sir,” she slowly inches the door forward. 

Where are her goddamn manners? 

He slaps his hand against the door and she squeaks in fright. He keeps her from closing it in his face. He cleaned himself up nice for her, he sent her a letter. He’s sent her at least a hundred. He signed them all JBB. She knows him. 

So why is she trying to shut him out? 

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You stumble back as the man shoves the door out of your grasp. You gasp and the grip the script with both hands, like a shield. He steps inside calmly. 

“James,” you say his name, “what are you doing?” 

“The least you can do is ask me in, doll,” he snarls. The sudden shift in his demeanour fills you with dread. 

“No, James, I did not. You need to leave--” 

He swings the door shut and marches toward you. You raise the script and bring it forward, aiming it at him in a desperate attempt to fend him off. He knocks it away easily. He's strong. Still a soldier even in street clothes. 

“James,” you hold your palms up helplessly, “please, forgive me if I’ve--” 

“Shhhh,” he reaches between your hands and grabs you by the jaw. “I just... I want to... did you get my letters?” 

“Letters?” You gulp, writhing in his hold as you gently touch his forearm. “Well, James, I get many letters--” 

“I write to you every day,” he hisses. “It’s me. JBB.” 

“James,” you murmur. 

“Stop saying my name,” he sneers. 

You shut your mouth, your lip poking out as it trembles. You stare at him, petting his sleeve, hoping you can calm him. The war changed a lot of men. It stole a lot of them too. 

“I just... I love you, doll. You got me through. You kept me breathing,” he growls as he walks her backward. “I’m not gonna hurt ya.” 

You whimper, “why don’t you let me go and I’ll pour you a drink?” 

He stops and his brows pinch together. He looks to his left, where your liquor cabinet stands in the dining room. Where your phone is... 

“No,” his eyes flick back to you. “No, I don’t drink.” 

He pushes you until your heels meet the bottom stair. Your right slipper falls off and he tips you over the incline. You fall beneath him as he follows you down. You push on his chest and wriggle. 

He straddles you beneath him as he looks you up and down. His knees are on the step by your hips, his heels two down. You brace the sharp edge and whine. 

“James...” 

He hushes you as his thumb rubs beneath your cheekbone. He stares at your body, his chest rising and falling heavily. You push yourself down into the stairs. 

“Open your robe,” he demands. 

Your lip quivers violently as you bat back tears. You do as he says. You unknot the belt and slowly draw it open. You tug the satin apart and reveal your silky nightgown. The fabric cling to you like water. 

He shudders as his jaw squares. He bites his lip and shifts over you. He leans in slowly and your eyes meet as he gets closer. They are blue and deep like the ocean. You shiver as his nose touches yours. 

He exhales and brushes his lips against yours. 

“Show me the bedroom,” he growls.  

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He lets her up cautiously. She steadies her feet and turns up the staircase. She limps up, click, clap, click, clap. He bends to pick up her slipper and follows. 

As she reaches the top, he stops her with her name. She pauses. He gets down and she doesn’t react until he shows her slipper. She puts her foot through. He stands and points her onward. 

He couldn’t climb to see through the bedroom window. He only ever saw the first floor. She hugs herself as her robe flutters around her figure. She opens the door at the end of the hall. She steps back to let him through and he tuts. 

He makes her go in first. She enters and sweeps around, far from him. He elbows the door shut. She cowers by the wall as he strides around.  

There’s a phone beside the bed. He grabs it and yanks it free of the cord. Her slippers suddenly click in a flurry. He drops the phone and catches her at the door. He crushes her against it so it snaps back into the frame. 

“Doll, don’t be doin’ all that,” he warns as he pinches her neck and urges her away from the door. She whimpers and he turns her to face the bed, “robe off.” 

He lets her go. She pulls away and drags his hands down her neck. She shyly pushes the robe from her shoulders and peels it off her body. The silk nightgown swathes her perfectly. Her shape is so full and soft. 

She drapes the robe over the bedpost and shies away. He clucks and snaps his fingers. 

“Doll,” he looks down at himself. He has the whole getup. Jacket, vest, tie, shirt. All for her. “Need your help.” 

She faces him. Her eyes glimmer like gems. She watches his hand smooth down his jacket and he unbuttons it. 

She nears him. She smells like vanilla. She brings her hands up. They shake. She must be excited. How could she not be? Finally, they’re together. 

He grabs his lapels and guides the jacket back. She’s tender with the folded sleeve and tickles his hemmed shirt beneath. She carries the jacket to the seat by her vanity and returns to him. He can see her pulse in her throat, it’s going just as fast as his. 

She unbuttons his vest and slips it off him. Her touch is soothing. Then she undoes his tie, her fingers brushing his throat. She unveils him, piece by piece, as his stomach clenches and unclenches. 

She stalls as she gets to his trousers. Her fingers twiddle just before the button. 

“It’s your first time,” he drawls. “Dont’ gotta be shy, doll.” 

She looks at him and swallows. She nods stiffly then puts her eyes down. The unplucks the front of his pants. He can make it nice for her. 

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First time... 

Nope. You won’t say you haven’t made mistakes. Still, you won’t chance angering this man. Not more than you already have. You can keep up the act if it pays off. Not in money this time, no, your life. 

You stand back as he’s naked before you. Your wipe your damp palms on your nightie. He hangs his head. You can’t help but stare at his scars. The tortured flesh around his shoulder that extends onto his chest. Looks like a burn. 

His eyes startle you. You meet them. He steps closer. 

“Your turn,” he growls. 

You look down and reach for the thin lace straps of the night gown. You slide them down and shimmy the silken sheath down your figure. Your chest peeks over and he inhales audibly. As you push the fabric past your hips, he groans. 

Your eyes wander up for an instant. He's hard, bobbing shamelessly as he nears. All at once, he herding you back against the bed. You fall over the foot and bounce on the mattress. 

He crushes you. He kisses your lips then your cheek, smearing saliva across your face with his frantic hunger. You close your eyes and go rigid as you let him do what he pleases. 

His voice escapes him like silt. He nuzzles and nips along your throat. He shifts onto his side and feels up and down your torso. He fondles your tits and his mouth trails his touch. He seals his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around and around. 

He hooks his leg around yours. He pulls your thighs apart and his hand traces down your stomach and pelvis. He slips his middle finger between your lips and strums at your clit. You tense and twitch as your nerves stir. 

Your breath hitches as he rubs firmly. You turn your head and bite your knuckle as a moan escapes you. You arch your back as the sparks turn to a flame. You shake through your orgasm as he drags you through it. 

He pushes another finger between your folds. He rubs up and down, smearing your juices around as he hum. He lifts his head and nuzzles your cheek. 

“Kiss me, doll.” 

You pull your hand away and press your lips to his. His tongue delves into your mouth as his fingers slide into your cunt. He growls and smothers you as he rocks your pelvis. The heel of his hand rests against your clit and your toes curl as you writhe. You bend your legs as he lights another fire in you. 

He tilts his hips, rubbing his cock on your leg as he humps you in time with his fingers. Your walls squeeze and tremour and your climax again. You whine into his mouth and he drinks it in. 

He drags his fingers free and wipes your pleasure on your thighs. He parts from your mouth and heaves himself onto his knees. He kneels between your legs and traces the curves of your body with his hand. 

“Doll, please, you put me in,” he orders. “Be careful, don’t wanna hurt you.” 

You reach down without hesitation. You want this over with. You just hope he leaves after. 

You grab his cock and angle it down against your cunt. You flinch as his tip brushes your clit and you push him further back. You line him up with your entrance and he shakes. He grunts as he tenses and inches into you. 

He grits his teeth and exhales through his nose as he impales you. You constrict around him. He’s big enough to make your walls ache. He leans over you, planting his hand next to your head, and thrusts until he’s buried to his limit. 

You slap your palm against his chest and puff out through your locked jaw. You quake around him as he pulls back. His eyes fall to the crux of your bodies as he watches himself push into you again. You dig your nails into his skin. 

He snarls and bends his arm, holding himself on his elbow. He covers your mouth with his once more and rolls his hips. You whine and nearly gag around his tongue. He pumps again and again. You press against his sides as you squeeze him between your thighs. 

The bed shakes as his rhythm picks up. You push on his stomach and thigh, begging him silently to be nicer. He doesn’t heed your pleas. You give in to the ravaging of your body as he ruts wildly. You hook your hand around his bicep and clamp down to keep from biting his tongue. 

Just a bit more and it will end. Almost there. Almost free... right?