#can you tell how much i love gloria?

[0tter-burden]

when i tell my friends about Mission: Rejected, I just say it's about a white boy who loves organising, a white man actor who knows basically every other actor in existence, a hacker who ends up warming up to the team, and an underestimated girlboss of a woman who shares a name with the hippo from Madagascar

I love telling people about Mission: Rejected and then getting to tell them that my favorite episode is when a former KGB interrogator took over the Des Moines parking authority

[5sospenguinqueen]

Just Another | Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: Fernando and his wife live busy lives between their children, his races and her music. That doesn't mean they don't find time to themselves

Warnings: Fluff. Suggestive comment. Pregnancy

Requested: Yes by anon

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fernandoalo_official home races are always special but more so when mi familia are in the garage. we shall give it our all tomorrow 🇪🇸💛 #españa

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yn_alonso can we have that wall in our bedroom

→ fernandoalo_official no but i will get it put in your studio

→ yn_alonso my muse 💛

landonorris mini alonso’s!! nobody told me they were in the paddock

→ fernandoalo_official because you fed them too much sugar last time and i got into trouble 

user i love when we get glimpses of the alonso family

→ user yes! it’s so rare. like, i appreciate that they’re private but something about dad nando does things for me

→ yn_alonso same 

→ user baby #3 incoming? 

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lance_stroll my weekends are so much calmer when yn is in the garage 

→ astonmartinf1 same. tour ends when?

→ yn_alonso is he still terrorising you?

→ fernandoalo_official no! 

→ user aha, admin begging yn to stop being famous in her own right so that nando behaves

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yn_alonso thank you, london 🇬🇧 british crowds are always the loudest

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fernandoalo_official you performed beautifully, mi corazón

→ yn_alonso because i had my biggest supporter in the crowd

→ user you mean to tell me that fernando is supposed to be racing at silverstone tomorrow but stayed up late to watch his wife perform?

→ user and you can guarantee, she’ll be up early to go to the paddock with him

→ yn_alonso that’s love, darlings 

lewishamilton thank you for inviting me. always an honour to see you perform

→ user yn and xnda collab when? 

charles_leclerc alex says thank you for inviting her

→ yn_alonso with how loud she was singing along, she is allowed always 

→ alexandrasaintmleux i think i’ve died 

user we were near where fernando, lewis and charles were. and the way fernando stared up at her

→ user omg yes. i got a video of him when she was singing the love song she wrote for him. i swear he didn’t blink once

user i love that they’re a secret couple but i also need more alonso family content

user anyone else think they fucked up the lighting for her concert? couldn't see the bottom half of her

→ user she wasn’t dancing as much either? 

→ francisca.cgomes she actually did an amazing job

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fernandoalo_official how is my youngest bebé four. they grow so fast. feliz cumpleaños, hijo mio. we celebrate at his favourite place in the world #disneyland

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user you mean his favourite place isn’t the AMF1 factory? 

→ astonmartinf1 or the paddock?

user whoa, you mean his favourite race car isn’t #14?

lance_stroll but he said his favourite place was my garage the other week

→ astonmartinf1 and to think, we let him sit in the car

yn_alonso well done, mi amour, you’ve upset the world of f1 by admitting that our son’s favourite race car is lightning mcqueen

→ fernandoalo_official i didn’t realise everyone would take it so personally 

→ yn_alonso now you know how i felt when our eldest said his favourite singer was gloria estefan 

aussiegrit the boys are growing so fast. looks like he had an amazing day

→ fernandoalo_official he said his favourite present was the remote control lightning mcqueen from uncle mark

→ jensonbutton but uncle jenson got him an electric ferrari?

→ user uncle mark and uncle jenson!!! 

→ yn_alonso the true loves of fernando’s life

liamlawson30 this is a party i can get behind 

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yn_alonso unfortunately, there won’t be a tour with this one so i’m cooking a few new songs… with a helper, of course 

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user wait, what does she mean no tour?! 

→ user apparently she’s taking a break :( 

charles_leclerc i see he’s putting uncle charlie's piano lessons to good use

→ yn_alonso he might end up replacing you on the backing track

→ charles_leclerc the student outshines the master 😧

astonmartinf1 hang on, i thought we were teaching him to drive an f1 car, not become an international music star 

→ yn_alonso you’ve already taken my eldest, and you’re swaying my youngest but i’m still fighting 

→ fernandoalo_official that’s why we need another

→ user omg he wants another baby! 

→ yn_alonso well done, mi vida

user so we’re not going to see her at zandvoort this weekend?

→ user holding out hope that this is a pre-scheduled post

→ user tbf, she’s about to have 3 weeks of nando so perhaps she’s soaking up some quiet time before he’s home 

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astonmartinf1 the alonso’s have entered the paddock #dutchgp

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fernandoalo_official and she’s looking beautiful doing it

→ yn_alonso flatterer 

user yay! yn is here

→ user she was defo trying to trick us by making us think she was back home in spain recording 

user okay but the blue dress is gorgeous 

user she makes fernando look like just some guy 

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yn_alonso it’s nice to see how much i was wanted here

→ fernandoalo_official you’re always wanted by me, mi amor

→ yn_alonso yeah, that’s the problem

→ user ummm? i can’t tell if they’re being raunchy 

→ user well, they do have two kids only a year apart 

lance_stroll i can already hear a more peaceful weekend settling upon me

user i swear that’s a bump

→ user you can barely see her front?

→ user i’m telling you, from other angles, she has a bump

→ user nurse, she got out again

user she spent the entire weekend hiding in his garage?? what was the point in coming?

→ user maybe because she comes to watch her husband, not parade around for your pleasure 

yn_alonso posted a new story

alexandrasaintmleux replied (pic 2) yes but you look so pretty  → ynalo_private don’t let charles get you pregnant → it seems like a great idea at first until you reach the final trimester alexandrasaintmleux replied (pic 3) omg you had her! → congratulations, yn. how’re you feeling? → i can’t wait to meet her

lance_stroll replied (pic 1) why do you insist on making fernando alonso thirst traps cross my instagram? → ynalo_private because you follow me and i love my husband  → and i repost all the ones fans make to show my support  → lance_stroll when is he retiring? → ynalo_private never lance_stroll replied (pic 3) baby girl alonso is here! and this is how i found out!  → ynalo_private in my defence, i just had a baby. critical thinking is not my strong suit right now → and this is how we told everyone 

charles_leclerc replied le bébé! oh, félicitations to you and fernando → how are you feeling? she looks beautiful

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fernandoalo_official autumn break brings some new changes to mi familia 💛

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aussiegrit congratulations, mate. such a beautiful family

→ yn_alonso they’re looking forward to uncle mark joining us for family dinner on sunday, yes?

→ aussiegrit yes, ma’am. i’ll be there

jensonbutton a huge congratulations from brittny and i. we can’t wait to meet the newest member of the alonso family 

kimimatiasraikkonen congratulations

lewishamilton beautiful family 🫶🏾

landonorris was your weekend in paris spent with him trying to convince you to have baby #4?

→ fernandoalo_official who let you have access to your accounts again?

→ landonorris so yes

→ danielricciardo mate, you basically just told the world they spent a weekend away shagging

→ yn_alonso and thank you for that, daniel. you’re both off my christmas card list 

→ landonorris wait, no. we’ve not met baby girl yet!

user excuse me, is he trying to sneak in a whole extra child?

→ user we didn't even know she was pregnant!

→ user clearly yn loves dad nando as much as we do 😏

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Requests are open. Carlos Sainz has joined the mix

[rubydubydoo122]

I've seen a lot of discourse about who the angry Robin was, but like... why do we have to define the Robins in terms of that?

Dick's Robin embodied Light. He was the Foil to Batman's Darkness. His story is meant to parallel Bruce's and it's because of the reason he became Robin in the first place. He became Robin, not to avenge his parents- he didn't want to kill Tony Zucco. He became Robin in a very similar way that Jason became the Red Hood; To make sure it doesn't happen to anyone again.

Jason's Robin embodied Hope. He was a character who was given opportunities and he made the best of them. He was given a home, and a family, and education and he loved it all because at some point he could only hope to have those things. It gave him the outlook of 'If things could get better for me, than things can get better for other people, if I do what I can help them.' To Jason, Robin meant giving people hope, and that's why Jason was deeply affected by Gloria Stanson's death. She had lost hope.

Tim's Robin embodied Determination. No matter how many times he was rejected by Bruce, he still stood by his side. No matter how many of his family and friends died, he still kept fighting. No matter how hard he was beat, he still got up.

Stephanie's Robin didn't have a long run, and I sadly don't really know how to quantify her Robin. Maybe spite, I feel like. Because she became Spoiler to stop her dad, and be like 'haha, L' and also because she became Robin after her and Tim broke up. Idk, if any of you have a better idea pls tell me

Damian's Robin embodied redemption. You can tell from the beginning of his run, to current comics how much he has grown and changed. When he was younger, he didn't really understand how the LOA morals were wrong, but then he learned, and he's constantly trying to move away from that and lead with more compassion in his own Damian way.

Duke's Robin embodied the people. He was what they needed at the time. I don't really know much about his Robin either, so pls lmk if it's not that.

[georgie-weasley]

Truth or Dare J.P. x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of lame dares, mention of James getting a bloody nose, anxiety, Sirius Black

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: young!James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: You kept your secret crush on James, well, a secret. From everyone but Sirius that is. That was a big mistake as now he’s forcing everyone to play truth or dare. Not to mention everyone has taken some truth potion too

A/N: the song James sings is “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor

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The smirk on Sirius’s face was the only evidence you needed to know this was a horrible idea. There was a certain way his mouth would move when he came up with an idea that would end in some sort of disaster. Despite learning what this smirk looked like, you were never able to predict it before it happened. Usually, you noticed it much too late. Currently Sirius was smirking at you and you could practically see the gears working in his brain.

The afterparty the Gryffindor team had thrown to celebrate winning the Quidditch cup was finally winding down and you were sprawled out on the couch; the sound of conversations and the rain hitting the windows could have lulled you to sleep if it wasn’t for James. Your feet were resting on Sirius’s lap while your head was in James’s. His thumb was absentmindedly stroking your cheek as he carried on a conversation with Remus; the action sent butterflies to wreak havoc on your insides.

Sirius, who had only been watching the scene play out for a while, pinched your leg to get your attention. It was that action that caused you to look at him and see the terrifying smirk on his face. Months ago you made the mistake of confessing to Sirius about your crush on James. You hadn’t really meant to tell him since you thought you were just confessing to Remus but Sirius was the one who came in the empty classroom. You started spewing your feelings without looking to see exactly who came in. At least it wasn’t James.

But ever since then, Sirius made it a point to try and find a way to get you to admit your feelings for James to the man himself. You had him swear not to tell anyone, especially James and so far he’s followed his promise. Of course, you can never expect Sirius to keep his mouth shut for long.

“Everyone!” Sirius yelled and stood, shoving your feet off of him. “It’s time to play a little game of truth or dare, with a twist. Remus, it’s time.”

Remus abruptly ended the conversation with James and sprinted up the stairs to his dorm. As he came back down, he had a small vial in his hands and smirk that could almost rival Sirius on his face. He knew. After telling Sirius about your crush on James, you didn’t dare tell anyone else. It was bad enough that the biggest gossip in Hogwarts knew, no one else could know either. Except of course, Sirius told Remus; you were sure he told him because how else would he have known?

You weren’t sure if Peter or Lily knew but they soon proved they did when they also smirked at you. Did everyone but James know? You turned your head to risk looking at the boy that captured your heart but luckily he looked confused. You were safe, for now.

“What do you have Moons?” James asked, patting your arm a little before he helped you sit up.

“Yeah Moony, what’s in the vial?” Peter asked, nudging Lily with his elbow.

Remus looked you in the eye with a shit-eating grin. “Just a little potion Lily and I whipped up today.” He paused, no doubt for dramatic affect. “Veritaserum, the most powerful truth serum in the magical world.”

Sirius wandered over to Remus and plucked the potion from his hand. “Now any of you babies who pick truth over dare, won’t get away with a lie.”

At this, you scrambled off the couch and moved over to Sirius. “What are you doing? Don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to Remus.” You hissed, grabbing his arm. “You can’t be serious.”

“Newsflash love, I am Sirius and I’ve given you plenty of chances to admit your feelings but you never did. Now, we’re forcing your hand. Get over it and play the game babes.” He patted your head much like you would do to a dog and gathered everyone to sit in a circle on the floor. You were sure that somewhere in his brain, Sirius was doing all of this to help. You never asked him to help but he wasn’t the type to just sit back and wait for things to happen. In some way, he thought this was the best way to help you, or you hoped that was the case.

You took a seat on the floor between Lily and Peter. Despite them also knowing about your feelings for James, you hoped they would be kinder. Remus moved around the circle and placed a single drop of the potion in everyone’s mouth. Once everyone, including himself had one, he sat down next to James who was across from you. “This is a safe group for Moony. Everyone here already knows about his hairy little problem.” Sirius smiled and turned to Peter. “Time to test the potion. Pete, what’s something you would never tell anyone?”

“I wet the bed until I was 10.” Peter answered quickly. Everyone was silent.

You patted his back and smiled. “Don’t worry Wormtail. It’s alright.”

Sirius nodded slowly before he cleared his throat. “Anyway, let’s start with James. Truth or dare?”

“Dare of course.” James rolled his eyes and leaned back on his elbows. He looked so cocky with the smirk on his face but he sure looked good.

“Lovely. I dare you to serenade Moony. Pick whatever song you’d like.”

James jumped to his feet immediately. “At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side.” He dropped to his knees and began crawling toward Remus who was looking anywhere but at James. “But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong and I grew strong. And I learned how to get along!” He crawled into his lap and grabbed his face in his hands, forcing his friend to watch him. He mumbled for a while, making up the words he didn’t know until he got to the chorus. “Did you think I’d crumble? Did you think I’d lay down and die? Oh, no not I! I will survive!”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Remus groaned and shoved James off his lap. He adjusted his glasses and crawled back to his seat.

“Personally,” he said as he sat down, “I think that was my best performance yet.” James sent you a wink and the butterflies were back with a vengeance. “And I think you should go next Moony.”

“No matter what I pick I’m sure I’ll be embarrassed so, truth I suppose.” Remus sighed and rubbed his face. He was certainly having regrets about playing this game.

“When was the most inappropriate time you farted?” James asked through the giggles that overtook him. The rest of the group laughed along with him but you were too busy smiling to laugh. James had the cutest and sweetest laugh you ever heard. It reminded you of pure joy and you were sure if you could find a way to bottle it up and sell it, you'd be a billionaire.

“In History of Magic two weeks ago. Binns gave us a test and it slipped out. I blamed it on James and everyone believed me.”

James pouted and stopped laughing while everyone else only laughed harder.

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The night continued with silly questions and dares and surprisingly, many of them were not directed at you. Either everyone had forgotten their plan to make you confess your feelings or it hadn’t happened yet. Just when you thought you were going to get out of this with your dignity still intact, Sirius turned to you. “Alright Y/N. I’m giving you the option here. Truth or dare?”

You didn’t know which one to pick. If you chose truth you were sure Sirius would force you to just admit your feelings. Dare had its own risks too. Sirius had made Lily and Peter switch tops (he actually looked quite cute in the crop top), Moony had to drop his pants and moon the group, and poor James had to try and do a backflip; his nose had just stopped bleeding. There was no winning. “Truth.” Sirius had that wild smirk back on his face. “No! I choose dare. I meant to say dare!”

“Too late. If you had to marry someone in the group, who would you pick and why?”

That actually wasn’t too bad. “James. He’s sweet and funny and he can always make me smile. He’s also pretty handsome too.” Perhaps you would have lied if you could have but with the way James was smiling at you, you were glad you had to tell the truth.

“James, since you won Y/N’s hand in marriage, she can do the honors of giving you your truth or dare.” Sirius patted James on the back and winked at him. That had to have been some sort of secret message between them.

“Well then, I choose truth as well.”

It would be easy to ask him if he liked you or if he liked anyone. He would have no choice but to tell the truth and then you would know. If he did like you, maybe things could change and you would tell him the truth too. Of course if he didn’t, your heart may never recover. You had been friends with Lily before you were friends with the marauders. Every time James would flirt with Lily or even talk to her, your heart would flutter. He eventually stopped bothering her and they became friends which meant you also became his friend. It had been a couple of years now and the friendship with James was easy. He was so caring and he always took the time to check on you and make you laugh. He was easy to fall in love with.

“What was the last lie that you told?”

James hummed as he tried to remember, a blush coating his cheeks. “I think it must have been when I told Sirius I didn’t have a crush on anyone.”

So he did like someone! That someone could even be you. You couldn’t help getting your hopes up as you watched him rub the back of his neck and look at the ground. Sirius looked at you and smiled, actually smiled; he must have been thinking the same thing as you. “Prongs, is your crush here?”

James nodded.

“Then I vote you have to kiss them!” Sirius proposed and everyone cheered.

James paled and shook his head. “I can’t do that. Everyone will know and if they don’t like me then everyone else will see it happen.” He looked as terrified as you felt.

“How about,” Remus said and quieted the group, “we all close our eyes so we don’t see who he kisses. Sound alright to you Jamie?”

He shrugged and everyone closed their eyes, including you. Once darkness fell, so did the silence. No one moved or made a sound until across the way you could hear James shuffling. The sound of his movements got louder and you assumed, and hoped, he was moving toward you. Then, all of a sudden, the shuffling stopped. Could he have stopped in front of Lily? Could he have stopped in front of Peter? Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were sure the rest of the group, possibly even all of Hogwarts, could hear it thumping. What if he didn’t kiss you? Would you be able to continue on with the friendship knowing there was no possible chance it could blossom into something more? You wanted to believe you could but it was hard enough to look at that messy hair and his sweet hazel eyes and his perfectly pink lips without knowing his feelings. How could you ever look at him again if you knew he felt nothing more for you than friendship? 

What if he did kiss you? Would you kiss him back or would you be too shocked? What if he kissed you and you forgot how to kiss? What if you sucked at kissing and it made him change his mind? What if it was magical and everything you dreamed it would be and you started dating and then eventually you broke up? Would it ruin the friendship? Was it worth the risk of losing him to even try and get him in the first place? You were never going to confess to him.

Your heart was beating faster and faster and all the air in your lungs escaped you. Your head was spinning and your thoughts were racing. Was the room always this hot or was it just you? Why was it still so quiet? Did something happen and you missed it? Had James kissed someone else and told everyone to open their eyes and you were sitting there with your eyes closed like an idiot? It was too much.

Your eyes flew open and you jumped back; James was right in front of your face with worry written all over his. His eyebrows furrowed and he grabbed your hand, steadying it. You didn’t even know you were shaking. “Hey, are you alright?”

You stared at him with wide eyes and glanced around him. Everyone else had opened their eyes and they were now watching you both. The air shot back in your lungs and your chest heaved as you tried to get your breathing under control. James continued to watch you, waiting for some kind of answer. When you didn’t have one for him, he grabbed your hand and helped pull you to your feet. “Let’s go to my dorm and get some air.” He started to lead you to the stairs but turned to look at the group one last time. “We’ll be back down in a bit. Just, stay here and give us some time?”

He put a hand on the small of your back to help guide you up the stairs. Once you were in the dorm, he grabbed your hand and pulled you over to his bed, helping you sit. “Stay right there.” He whispered before rushing around the room and throwing open all of the windows. The fresh air coming in did help calm your breathing. Your mind was still racing but as James sat next to you and you listened to the sound of the rain outside, your thoughts began to slow.

James slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. “What happened?” He whispered. “I was crawling around and I could hear you breathing all heavy. Then you started shaking and I was going to check on you and then you kinda scared the shit out of me and opened your eyes.”

A small smile appeared on your face as you laid your head on his shoulder. James really could always make you smile. The smile didn’t stay long as you began speaking. “I was scared you were going to kiss someone else but I was scared you were going to kiss me. I started overthinking everything and I just got nervous.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even think about what you were saying.

“Why were you scared?” James whispered and you could feel his body tense next to you.

“Because I’m in love with you.” Holy shit. Why did you say that? “I didn’t want you to kiss anyone else because I would never be able to look at you the same if I knew you thought of me as just a friend. But I was scared you were going to kiss me because then things would change and if something ever went wrong, I couldn’t live without you.” You just poured out your deepest secret about James to James. What were you doing? You decided to never tell James about your crush so why did you say it? You scanned the room, hoping that maybe there would be some answer and there was. Laid out on one of the beds was Remus’s favorite sweater. Remus.

The veritaserum! It was still working and it just made you spill your guts to James. You shoved yourself away from him and covered your mouth with your hands. James watched you with wide eyes but neither one of you moved.

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you watched him as well. What could you possibly say to make this better? “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to tell you because I was so worried that it would ruin our friendship but that stupid potion really does work well and I couldn’t help myself. I want to say I’ll be fine if you don’t like me but I probably won’t be alright. I love you so much James but if you don’t love me in any sort of romantic way then I’ll have to live with it. Just please, don’t hate me; don’t leave me.”

James swallowed thickly and pushed his glasses further up his face. His cheeks were bright red and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. “Do you really love me?”

“Of course I do.” You dropped your hands from your mouth. You didn’t have to continue as you already answered his question truthfully but the damage was done. There wasn’t any more harm you could do if you told him why. “You’re the most amazing guy I know. You’re funny even when I lie and tell you I hate your jokes. You can make me smile no matter what kind of day I’m having. You make me feel special and loved and when I talk you give me your full attention. You remember my favorite book and my favorite food and you always remember my birthday. You’re perfect James. How could I not love you?”

His eyes traced over your body a few times before they stopped on your face. The way he was looking at you, the intensity of it all, made you want nothing more than to shy away. But you couldn’t. You had to see this through to whatever end. “Do you… do you love me too?” You whispered, unsure if he could even hear you.

“I do. I love you Y/N.” Time stopped as he spoke. You weren’t even sure if you were breathing anymore. Could this be a dream? It was only fitting that the man of your dreams confessing his love for you would happen in a dream. Gingerly, James reached out and took your hand. He was warm and a little sweaty; James always got sweaty hands when he was nervous. His palm was heavy on top of yours and as he scooted closer to you, you decided that if this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake up anytime soon.

He stopped moving when his face was just centimeters away from yours. “Can I kiss you?” This close you could see the deep browns and brilliant greens in his eyes. You could smell the cologne he put on after each quidditch match.

“Please.” That was all it took. He leaned forward and planted his lips on yours, softly at first but soon he leaned in further. His arms wrapped around your torso as your hands threaded through his hair. Your lips moved together in perfect harmony and you could no longer tell where you began and he ended. Desperate for more, you climbed onto his lap and your noses bumped.

“Ow shit.” James quickly pulled back and covered his nose with his hand. In the moment you had forgotten all about his poor nose.

“I’m so sorry James.” You whispered but soon started to laugh. Nothing was exactly funny but something about the whole situation was hilarious. James joined in your laughter and shook his head. As the giggles died down, he rested his forehead on yours.

“I should probably see Madam Pomfrey about my nose in the morning. I did hit the ground pretty hard.” James smiled and pecked your lips.

“What happens now?” You whispered, tucking some hair behind his ear.

“Besides finding some ice for my nose?”

“Yes,” you laughed. “Besides that.”

James hummed and rested his hands on your hips. “How about after my nose gets fixed I’ll take you on a date? We can go to the Three Broomsticks and take a walk. Maybe get some candy?”

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Splendid.” He mumbled and leaned in again, attaching his lips to yours. The dormitory door swung open and you quickly pulled away from him. Sirius stood in the doorway and as he took in the sight of you on his best friend’s lap and James still leaned in for a kiss, he smirked that same wicked smirk.

“Well, pardon me.” He winked at James and turned around, shutting the door behind him. You could still hear him yell, “Moony! Wormtail! We’re sleeping on the couch tonight boys! Prongs finally got the girl!”

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[atleastpleasetelephone]

Gentle on my mind - Chapter 12

Initially set in 1967 when Elvis is filming Clambake. Feeling miserable and trapped after the Colonel banishes Larry and the spiritual texts, Elvis invites Gloria to keep him company through the last five days of filming. Gloria is an aspiring movie editor and more importantly she's a lot of fun. Will she be what Elvis needs to get him out of the depressive funk he's in?

Catch up with the other parts here.

Many thanks to @sissylittlefeather being my beta reader on this one.

A/N: It's 1974 at the start of this chapter. I've slightly messed with the timeline of real life here with Linda.

Pairing: Elvis x OC - Gloria, a budding film editor.

Word count: 5.3K

TWs: Erratic behaviour from Elvis, angry!Elvis, oral, erectile dysfunction, size kink, the welcome return of Gloria's filthy mouth, mention of drug use, kind of voyeurism, p in v sex, discussion of somno.

That morning the mail arrives and Gloria breathes a sigh of relief. She can actually enjoy this Christmas without the divorce looming over her like it has been for the past two years - the paperwork has arrived and the divorce is finalised. She is free of Roger. Well, not entirely free, since she has a custody agreement to stick to, but at least she can finally move out into her own house again. Money from the settlement and some that she hadn’t been expecting (and certainly hadn’t asked for) from her dad mean that she’s able to put a downpayment on a little property not far away from where she’s living now. It will be good to be out from under her sister’s feet, but still having her close by. Christmas is low-key but joyful, and she’s starting to feel like things are really looking up now. She’s spoken to Elvis a handful of times over the past two years, but she didn’t want to see him again until the divorce was done. She also read the papers, and seeing that he was in a relationship with Linda Thompson had solidified her decision. She wanted to give him a chance at happiness without her interruption. Her love for him is as powerful as ever, but she still doesn’t think she can give him what he wants - Roger still wants to be in her kids’ lives, and the custody arrangement doesn’t stretch to her moving them to Memphis to live with a rock star. 

She decides to call him on New Year’s Day. She’s heard that he and Linda are no longer together, and she knows it’s his fortieth birthday in a week’s time. It hadn’t taken much persuasion for her sister to agree to take the kids so that she can visit him. Some guy she doesn’t know picks up the phone, and then it feels like forever before he finally speaks. 

“Glory.”

“Elvis! Happy new year! My divorce finally came through!”

“Hmmm.”

Gloria was expecting more of a response than that, and she finds herself frowning at the phone. 

“Are you okay?”

“Hmmm.”

“Elvis?”

“What?”

“I’m calling you to tell you my divorce is finalised. I wanted to come visit you for your birthday.”

There’s a deep sigh on the other end of the line. “Didn’t wanna visit me before though.”

“I had to wait for the divorce to go through. I didn’t want Roger to end up with full custody. And anyway, you had Linda.”

Elvis snorts derisively. “Yeah. Had. Now she’s gone too. Everyone’s gone. Everyone leaves me.”

“I’m trying to come and see you.” Gloria is starting to get a little agitated. She’s calling with good news and Elvis is acting as though she just offered to kill his cat. 

“Hmph.”

“Are you going to send a plane for me, or not?” 

“Send a plane!” Elvis almost yells. “Send a plane! She wants me to send a plane for her! Who do you think you are, Gloria?”

Gloria opens her mouth to say something and then hears a click as the line goes dead. He’s put the phone down on her again. And right in the middle of an argument, this time. She shakes her head as she replaces the receiver. She’s just wondering how long it will take for him to call back when Corey comes bounding into the room. 

“Mama!” He exclaims, before jumping into her lap. “Who were you talking to?”

She smiles and wraps her arms around him. “Elvis, honey.”

“No you weren’t.”

Giggling, she brushes his unruly hair back from his forehead. “Yes I was, honey. Your mama doesn’t lie.”

Corey folds his arms and pouts. “Don’t believe you. You don’t know Elvis.”

As if on cue, the phone starts to ring again. Her four year old looks at it, distrustfully, making her laugh all the more. She picks up and says her name. 

“Glory.”

“Elvis. Can you talk to Corey please? He doesn’t believe I’ve really been talking to you.”

Without waiting for a reply she passes the receiver to her son, who uses both of his little hands to cradle it by his ear with some difficulty. 

“Hello?”

Elvis had been about to gush an apology for his rude behaviour just a few minutes ago, and he has to quickly readjust now he’s speaking to a small child who is questioning his existence. But he doesn’t mind. It’s actually sort of refreshing. 

“Hey there son. How’re ya doin’?”

“Hmmm. Mom says you’re Elvis, but I think you’re pretending.”

Elvis chuckles. “Well okay. How about I sing ya somethin’? Would that convince ya?”

Corey puts a hand over the mouthpiece. “He’s going to sing. What song should he sing?”

Gloria considers for a moment. “Hound Dog. You know that one.”

“Hound Dog.”

Elvis laughs. He’d been wondering if Gloria would pick something more obscure, but Hound Dog it is. He starts to sing in that deep baritone of his and she can hear him through the phone. She smiles. After a verse and a chorus he asks if Corey is convinced yet. 

“Hmmm. I guess so. You wanna talk to mom?”

“Yes please, son.”

“Okay. Bye Elvis!”

Elvis is still chuckling when Gloria presses the phone back to her ear. Corey jumps from her lap and runs back off to whatever he’d been doing in the kitchen with his sister and she’s alone again. 

“Thanks for doing that.”

“It’s the least I could do. Glory I’m sorry for earlier. I’m a grumpy old sonofabitch, but I do wanna see ya. If ya still wanna come.”

“I do,” she tells him, warmly. “Of course I want to see you. Especially on your birthday.”

“Even though I’m ancient now?”

“Oh yeah, ancient. Elvis, you’re not eighty three. You’re forty.”

He hums and then laughs. “Okay, okay. You’re right. I’ll send the plane for ya - are the kids coming?”

She shakes her head, and then realises that he can’t see her. “Um… no. I wanted to just spend some time with you alone. Although… I mean I guess you’re having a party?”

“No party.”

“No?”

“Nuh-uh. Nothin’ to celebrate.”

“Oh Elvis. C’mon.”

He’s silent for a while, trying to work out whether he’s happy she’s coming without the kids or not. He wants to see her on her own, but this makes it seem like she doesn’t want him spending time with them. 

“I wanted to see ‘em. Corey and Jackie I mean.”

“Well um…”

“Can I?”

It’s Gloria’s time to be silent, trying to calculate the best thing to do. It’s too difficult to weigh up the pros and cons quickly enough, but her gut tells her she does want him to meet them. Otherwise why would she have put him on the phone to Corey. 

“If you promise to have a party, I promise my sister and her husband will bring the kids for it. But I want to see you alone first.” She pauses, looking around the room before dropping her voice to a whisper. “I’ve missed you, big boy. I’ve missed the way you touch me.”

Elvis swallows, hard. “I’ve missed ya too, Glory.”

“So you promise to have a birthday party? With cake and ice cream? The kids won’t forgive me if there’s no sweet stuff.”

He laughs. “I promise. Can’t believe you’d think I’d throw a party without a cake…”

“I’m just making sure. And… you want to see me before?” She suddenly feels insecure after her little admission and wants reassurance. 

“Of course I do, baby. I-I’ve missed ya too. Missed yer lovin’.”

Gloria’s mouth curls into a little smile. He’s still bashful, even after all this time. “I’ll come the day before then. Give you a special birthday treat.”

Elvis blushes to his ears thinking about what she might want to give him. He pushes away the thoughts of whether he’ll be able to give her what she wants and just tells her how excited he is to see her again. They talk for a while about the arrangements, and then Elvis describes the house to her in painstaking detail. She’s grinning when she finally gets off the phone. She has a feeling that 1975 is going to be a good year. 

***

Gloria’s stomach is in knots when the plane finally lands in Memphis. She hadn’t been able to fully enjoy the luxury of the private jet as she’d spent the entire journey feeling incredibly nervous about seeing Elvis again. The photos she’s seen of him over the past couple of years have shown him gaining and losing weight, sometimes looking tired and other times full of life, and always having a beautiful woman on his arm. After she left Roger, she put herself on a diet. Nothing too radical, just whole foods and fewer biscuits, but the combination of that and her new-found happiness have brought her back down to almost pre-baby weight. She’s still squidgy around the middle and she’ll never lose her big ass and breasts, but she’s feeling a lot more confident than the last time she saw him. And she can’t wait to show him the gift she’s got for him. She thinks his eyes are probably going to pop out of his head. 

Getting out of the plane, she spots one of his large Cadillac Limousines parked outside. Wondering who is going to be driving her, she walks down the steps and towards the door. She really hopes it isn’t some stranger. Before she has a chance to open the passenger door, the driver door opens and Jerry springs out. 

“Gloria!”

“Jerry!” 

He wraps her up in a big hug. 

“Boy am I glad to see you!” She exclaims. “Some guy I’d never heard of answered the phone at Graceland the other day and I thought maybe El had cleared everyone out and some stranger would be driving me.”

Jerry laughs. “I’m still here. Well. I went and came back.”

“Well thank God.”

They get into the car together, Gloria sitting at the front to make it easier for them to gossip together. Jerry is married now, so he tries his best to put inappropriate thoughts of his best friend’s love interest to one side, but he can’t help thinking she’s looking well. And she seems happier too. He hopes this means Elvis will get himself out of the deep depression he’s been in since Linda left. The fact that he told the guys to plan a party, washed and shaved and appeared downstairs for lunch after Gloria had called on New Year’s Day was a step in the right direction. But Jerry still wonders if it is too little, too late. 

He pulls up at the house and is happy to see Elvis standing in the doorway, waiting for her. She gets out and immediately drops her bag on the ground at the sight of him, running towards him and jumping gleefully into his open arms. Jerry smiles, picking up her bag and carrying it to the doorway, trying not to ogle as her and Elvis make out like teenagers. 

“Thanks Jer,” Elvis tells him, still gazing into Gloria’s eyes. “Ya wanna come in for some food?”

Jerry shakes his head. “That’s alright, EP. I’ll let you two have some time on your own.”

They don’t really have any time on their own though. Minnie May and Vernon are both there during lunch, and various Mafia members stick their heads in every so often too, making Gloria feel as though she is almost constantly on display. When they eventually finish eating and talking, Elvis insists on taking her on a guided tour of the house. He keeps her busy, taking her from room to room and then outside to see the horses. Insisting that they go for a ride, by the time they get back it’s time for dinner and the whole process of people interrupting them starts all over again. Gloria feels like she’s on some kind of treadmill of interactions, even when she was alone with Elvis he was performing - telling her facts about the soft furnishings so quickly she couldn’t get a word in edgeways. Finally dinner is over and they move to the living room, but they’re still not alone. Vernon hangs about awkwardly as his son talks to him in an animated fashion, and then Red West comes wandering in. 

Gloria can’t help it, she huffs loudly, putting her hand on Elvis’ leg. He’s right in the middle of telling some story to his daddy and he looks at her disapprovingly without stopping. 

“Ah- uh- son…” Vernon begins, awkwardly interrupting him. 

“Yes, Daddy,” Elvis replies, impatiently. 

“I think maybe you two should have a little time alone, Gloria’s come a long way to see ya. Don’t ya think, Red?”

Vernon delivers this little speech staring at the carpet, shifting his weight about from foot to foot. It’s obvious he’s not used to delivering advice to his son, especially when it comes to women, and he looks up briefly at Elvis’ bodyguard for some cover. 

The other man simply shrugs. “None a my business.”

“It would be nice,” Gloria adds, trying to catch Vernon’s eye. She can’t help but feel sorry for him, he’s cutting quite the pathetic figure as he continues to shuffle and seems to get smaller by the minute. 

“Hmph.” Elvis is annoyed. He had been telling a story. How was it any business of his daddy’s how much time he spent with Gloria on her own? They’d already toured the whole house and been out on the horses. “None of either of ya’s business.”

“I’m gonna just… I’ll… I should…” Vernon stumbles over his words, trying to find a way to say he’s leaving without sounding like he’s contradicting his son. 

“Oh, get out then. The pair a ya. Ya don’t wanna be here anyway.” He looks at them both, eyes flaming. When they don’t move immediately, he yells. “GET OUT!”

Red huffs and rolls his eyes but he moves quickly, having no desire to have objects thrown at him today. Vernon shuffles off after him, mumbling his goodbyes. Once they’ve gone, Gloria turns towards the man next to her on the sofa. He seems like someone she doesn’t even know anymore, but the old Elvis must be under there somewhere. She has to try and reach him.

“I thought you wanted to see me,” she says, quietly. Her heart is beating fast but she tries to come across as calm.

“I do!” He replies, far too loudly. “What d’ya think we’re doin’ here? I’ve taken ya round the house, on the horses, fed ya, introduced ya to my family…” his fist slams onto the sofa in frustration. 

“And I’ve loved all that. But I just want a little alone time.”

Elvis sighs loudly. The worries he’d been trying to push down float to the surface again. He doesn’t know what will happen when he’s alone with her, and he isn’t sure he wants to find out. Gloria won’t be put off though. She scoots closer to him on the sofa and puts a hand on his thigh. 

“Why don’t we carry on the tour in your bedroom?” She suggests, batting her eyelashes. “I want to give you your birthday gift before everyone else gets here tomorrow.”

Elvis can feel his anger subsiding, and in its wake all there seems to be is fear.

“Ah-I… uh…” he stumbles over the words and then gives up.

“Please, big boy,” she tries, sensing she’s getting somewhere. “You made me all excited when I got here… all those kisses…” as if to illustrate her point she starts to pepper his face with little kisses. “I need you.”

Elvis lets out a low moan at her words, closing his eyes as she carries on kissing behind his ear and down his neck. He has missed her so badly. 

“Alright then.” His voice is hoarse, and he tries to clear his throat. “Ya can have the tour of upstairs.”

He stands up and pulls her with him, picking up her bag in his other hand and carrying it up the stairs. They get into his bedroom and he starts up a running commentary on the contents of the room, as if he was taking the guided tour thing literally. She pays no real attention to what he’s saying, instead taking it all in by looking around before picking her bag up from the floor. 

“And the bathroom is that way?”

“Yes honey. But ya’ll have yer own powder room…” he begins, but she cuts him off. 

“I want to get changed into something special. You sit down. I’ll be back.”

She heads for the bathroom without waiting for a response, just hearing him mumble something about not realising she was the boss of this house. He’s scared but he doesn’t try to stop her, instead sinking down onto the edge of the bed and waiting for her. 

Gloria’s heart is beating out of her chest when she returns, dressed in a sheer black robe fastened with a huge pink bow. She hasn’t had sex since the time with Elvis on the sofa and she hopes she hasn’t somehow forgotten how to do it. She also hopes he still likes her body, which no-one has seen in a long time either. Aside from the mostly internal pep talk she’d given herself, she spent most of her time in the bathroom fluffing her hair up and applying lipstick, which she tries hard not to chew off now with nerves. She looks at him and sees that his head is hanging down between his shoulders, making him look like he’s studying the fistfuls of rings he’s currently wearing. She needs to get his attention. 

“Hey, big boy,” she murmurs, walking towards him. 

Elvis looks up and does a double-take when he sees her. He struggles to swallow, his eyes go almost cartoonishly wide and eventually he manages to sigh out a “goddamn.”

She smiles a little seeing the effect she’s having on him, coming to a stop between his spread thighs. 

“You want to open your gift?”

“Damn, baby.”

He brings a trembling hand up to the end of the ribbon and pulls. The fabric falls apart, exposing her bare torso. He manages a few more “damn, baby”s as his hands slowly explore her breasts, belly and hips. After a while she captures one hand and slips it between her legs, watching for his reaction. His fingers explore gently until they come into contact with something that feels hard. He frowns, confused, then grabs her by the hips, picking her up and putting her down on the bed next to him. Spreading her legs he gets onto his belly to examine her pussy, his breath tickling her and making her squirm. 

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

There are two little spheres of metal at the top and bottom of her clit, and when he touches them gently he can see that there’s a bar between them, going through it. He’s never seen anyone pierced down there before and he’s fascinated. 

“You can play with it,” Gloria tells him. “It feels good.”

He hums with curiosity, gently moving it back and forth with a finger. “Yer a dirty girl, ain’tcha?”

She giggles. “Yeah. You knew that, though. I was a dirty girl when you met me.”

Elvis’ mind drifts back to the time when she’d told him she wasn’t going to wear panties and he could have her whenever he wanted. She’s right. She’s always been dirty. He sticks his tongue out experimentally, running it over the metal and the sensitive bundle of nerves. She rewards him with a soft moan. 

“Ya like that?”

“Mmm yes.”

Putting his lips around it now, he presses his tongue against the piercing as he sucks on her clit. Her hips buck up into his face and her moans get considerably louder. He smiles against her, sucking harder. She’d got the piercing a week ago, and she’s barely had an opportunity to try it out properly, although she had accidentally made herself come by crossing her legs too vigorously as she was watching TV the other day. It doesn’t take much more work from Elvis’ talented mouth to bring her to climax, her fingers tangling in his hair as his sideburns tickle her thighs. 

“Oh fuck. Elvis.” She almost whines her orgasm out, fingernails digging into his scalp.

He licks her gently a few more times until she’s squirming and trying to push his head away. 

“Goddamn.”

She looks down at him through her lashes, breathing heavily, her face flushed. 

“What?”

He chuckles. “That was easy. Can ya do another?” He runs the very tip of his finger over her clit and she flinches away from him, oversensitive. 

“Not right now!” She squeaks. 

“Alright then,” he replies with a soft smile.

He moves to lie down next to her and she rolls over, putting her head on his chest. He smells reassuringly just like he did the last time she saw him. 

“We need to get you out of these clothes,” she mumbles, running her palm over his torso. 

He grumbles. “I like wearin’ ‘em.”

Without any preamble, her hand moves below his belt to squeeze his clothed length. Only it’s still soft, and he twists his body away from her in embarrassment. 

“I-I-I-It’s not you, h-honey…”

Gloria just shrugs. “S’okay. These things happen.”

As she snuggles into him more, a feeling of contentment that she’s with him again at last spreads through her body. As she feels him start to relax, she slowly begins to unbutton his shirt. 

“Mmm, honey.” He tries to bat her hand away. 

“Please. I just want to feel your skin against mine again.”

He gives her a little sideways look. “I can’t do anythin’... I’m… I know I can’t satisfy ya…”

Propping herself up on an elbow, she looks down into his face. He’s still so beautiful she feels like she wants to cry. 

“I just want to cuddle. Let’s get under the covers and cuddle. I’m getting cold out here.” She shrugs her robe off completely and moves to get underneath the comforter and the electric blanket. When he doesn’t move too, she continues. “You satisfied me just now. So stop this self-pitying nonsense, old man, and get in the bed.”

There’s a moment where he just stares at her in disbelief, and then he cracks up laughing. “Okay, okay. Yer not just dirty, yer crazy too.”

“Get in the bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gives her a mock salute, stripping off and getting under the covers with her. 

“You think I’m crazy because I want to be with you?” She asks, once they’ve got comfortable, wrapped around one another. 

He strokes her head, fingers running through her hair. “Ya said yerself I’m an old man. An’ I can’t live up to my nickname no more.”

Gloria giggles. She can’t help but think he’s made his Memphis accent stronger over the years to go with his curmudgeonly ways. 

“It’s still huge, big boy. Even when it’s soft.”

“Not much use like that though, is it?”

“Mmm. I like a challenge. I bet you I can cheer him up again. Get him all swollen and hard.”

Elvis squeezes his eyes shut. “Woman. That filthy mouth a yours.”

“I can try that if you think it would help.”

He growls, rolling her onto her back and pinning her there. “Ya’ve gotta stop that.”

“What?”

“Answerin’ me back.”

“Why?”

He shakes his head as he nips at her neck. “Coz I said so. An’ I’m yer elder and better.”

Gloria bursts out laughing at that, and she hears him giggling too. She rakes her fingers through his hair. 

“I’m not going to stop it,” she tells him. “I think you like it.”

“Hmmmm.”

They tease one another back and forth like this for a while, enjoying falling back into the easy way they used to be together. Elvis still stays up late so they end up spending hours with him reading to her, and then when his eyes get tired they watch the TV in the ceiling above them. Gloria nods off a few times and eventually falls asleep completely in his arms. He switches the TV off first and then the lights, and lies there listening to her breathe until he finally succumbs to sleep too. It’s only when he wakes up the next day that he realises he forgot to take his usual pills. 

That isn’t the only thing he realises when he wakes up. For the first time in a while, there’s an ache between his legs. Gloria is still sleeping next to him when he cautiously moves the bedclothes to investigate. Even though he could feel it, he’s still kind of surprised to see his dick hard again. He wraps his hand around it and slowly moves his foreskin up and down. A sigh falls from his lips. It’s been a while since he’s been able to do this, and suddenly he’s tempted to just masturbate as Gloria sleeps. There’s no way he can let her down then. Just because it’s up now, doesn’t mean it won’t go down again at some inconvenient time, and he can just pretend he’s still having the same problem as last night. At least this way he can definitely come. 

His hand moves a little faster and he increases the pressure a little more as his dick hardens in his hand. He starts to think about Gloria’s tight little pussy around him, and he has the urge to look at more of her body. All he can see right now is the back of her head and one arm. He moves the bedclothes a little so he can see the smooth skin of her back. His hand keeps pumping. It’s good, but he wants more. Moving the bedclothes again, now he can see her ass. His hand moves faster. Her ass is so perfect. Big and round with just the right amount of jiggle when she walks. He can see she’s lost weight since the last time they were together, but he’s grateful that none of it seems to have come off that lovely ass of hers. 

He can feel himself getting closer and his horny brain decides to keep taking risks. He runs a finger over the curve of her ass, sighing loudly as he continues to fuck his fist. She twitches in her sleep and he pulls his hand away like he’s been burned. But the panic lasts for seconds, and he’s thinking about touching her again, and his hand seems like it’s moving of its own volition. If he could just squeeze that ass. Or maybe put his dick between her thick thighs… 

“Elvis?” Gloria grumbles, movement in the bed and what felt like something tickling her skin rousing her from sleep. 

He tries to pull the covers over himself and her, but even in her drowsy state she knows something is up. Just not exactly what, until she moves the bedding back to where it was. 

“Elvis!” She exclaims. 

He quickly puts both hands over his dick and balls, as if to shield them from her gaze, and goes bright red. “Uh… uh… I-I-I… honey I…”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” She demands. 

“Oh uh… honey ya looked so peaceful an’...”

“And so you thought you’d just… what were you doing exactly?” She frowns, propping her head up on an elbow and looking at him perplexed. 

“Uhhhh honey….” he groans, rolling towards her and burying his face against her chest. 

She giggles. “Come on, big boy. What were you doing?”

“G-gettin’ myself off,” he mumbles, after what feels like hours of awkward silence. 

“Looking at my ass?” She asks. When he grumbles and tries to hide his face more, she laughs. “Touching my ass?”

“Hmmm yeah.”

Still laughing, she gently dislodges him and then rolls onto her front, spreading her legs. “Well don’t let me being awake stop you.”

“What?”

“Well I’d prefer it if you fucked me, but if you just want to jerk off over my ass you can. It’s your birthday after all.”

He can’t believe what he’s hearing, but then he thinks back to the things she’d said and done on the set of Clambake again, and realises this is just how she used to be. Before the kids. Before Roger. 

“I wanna fuck ya. C’mere, put this under yer hips.”

Handing her one of the many pillows on the bed, he watches as she does as he suggests. He’s groaning at the sight of her, ass propped up and ready for him. Then he starts to feel like he should be more gentlemanly than to fuck a girl who’s barely conscious. Ignoring the fact that he was touching himself and touching her bare ass when she was definitely unconscious a few minutes ago. 

“Y’only jus’ woke up…” he mumbles.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles. “If you’re hard, you can fuck me. I don’t even have to be awake.”

If he wasn’t hard as a rock before he certainly is after hearing those words, and he doesn’t spend much time prepping her before he’s pushing inside. 

The rush of adrenalin and the feeling of being impossibly stretched come back to Gloria immediately as she feels him start to enter her. He fucks her with the tip first, slowly getting her used to him again, until he feels her relax enough to let him in fully. Bottoming out with a groan, he wonders why on earth he thought using his hand was a better idea. Her eyes close tightly and her hands grab at the bedsheets as she tries to deal with the intensity of the feeling. He waits patiently, as he’s done every other time when she feels this tight. Waits for her to say it’s ok to move. 

Finally she feels like she’s not going completely insane, opening her eyes and relaxing her hands. She can’t wait forever, it may as well be now. 

“Fuck me with that big dick.”

He doesn’t need telling twice, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back inside, making her cry out. He pants, struggling to cope with the intensity of the feeling for a moment before he picks up a rhythm, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks. The rhythm makes her hips rock, and the rocking of her hips starts a delicious friction between her pierced clit and the pillow underneath her. She starts to moan, already knowing that her orgasm won’t be far away if yesterday’s sex was anything to go by. This piercing really is a gift. A rush of pleasure hits her, buzzing around her body and making her call his name. His eyes roll back in his head as she squeezes him. It had always been the end of their lovemaking in the past, and today is no exception. Her walls are so tight around him that he empties inside of her almost immediately, groaning with pleasure. It had been a while. A really long while, actually. And that made it all the sweeter. He pulls out of her as gently as he can, but she still moans loudly, feeling overstimulated and somehow puffy. Pressing kisses to her shoulder blades, he lies down next to her and she rolls off the pillow onto her side. Looking down, she sees it damp with the arousal that had spilled down her thighs as he fucked her. 

“Well this is ruined,” she says, picking it up and lazily throwing it behind her, off the bed. 

He laughs. “Oh Glory. That was so good.”

She grins back. “It really was. Happy birthday, big boy.”

They kiss, lazily. Then he thinks of something. “Did ya mean what ya said? About… whenever I’m hard… y’know.”

She nods. “Sure. We have to take advantage while he’s all big and hard, don’t we?”

He shakes his head at her again. “Ya haveta stop this.”

“I do not.”

“Do so.”

They tussle back and forth, giggling, until Gloria notices the time and realises they have an hour until her sister and the kids arrive. She presses her forehead against his and looks at him seriously.

“We have to shower.”

***

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Omg hey I woul like to request something ! Ken x Reader (male, if possible) where the reader teaches Ken about the real world and they're also very in love. Thank you very much !

When Ken returned to the Real World again, he had a vision similar to Barbie's--realizing his owner was nearby.

Instead of a child....it's you, an adult who (like Gloria) inadvertently projected your own insecurities onto him while looking at an unboxed Beach Ken doll in your attic.

When you were younger, you really wanted to play with it unlike other boys who had action figures and nerf guns...but you were sorta shamed into keeping it boxed, as your parents said it would be more "valuable" one day.

Similarly..Ken had been stuck in a box all his life, trapped in the role of Barbie's accessory until recently.

So there's an instant connection when you two meet.

To make a long story short, you're like "ohhh hey I guess I kinda fucked up your mental stability, bro...you wanna come over and we can talk about it, man-to-man?"

He was very eager to go with you and learn more about your world beyond all the patriarchy and toxic masculinity.

You tell him about using your "male privilege" for good, and one defining example was when a random woman taps him on the shoulder, looking terrified and almost in tears.

"H-Hi, um..this is gonna sound really awkward but can you two pretend to be my friends for a second? This guy has been following me-"

"Of course." You reassure her, before looking to the confused Ken and telling him to go along with it.

The creepy guy comes along and backs off when he sees you two standing there protecting this lady, and once he's gone, she thanks you with hugs before leaving.

"I think I did a good job." Ken turns to you for validation, eyes shimmering. "Was that good, [y/n]? I mean playing pretend is all I've ever done so-"

"Yep. You did great." You chuckle, patting his shoulder. "I'm glad she thought you were a safe person to approach."

He nods and is giddy the whole way back home, especially when you get into your car and show him the different mechanisms, with him clinging to every detail.

These life lessons you're teaching him, however, made him think back to the "Kendom"...and he admits to trying to reinvent patriarchy there and feels ashamed of how he treated the Barbies.

He didn't think he'd open up this quickly to you, considering he never had any "manly" talks with other Kens (besides beach-offs).

But besides you being his owner, there's something about you that just made him feel...secure enough to do so. Like he could tell you anything.

You listen and reassure him that acknowledging his mistakes was a great first step to unlearning those toxic mindsets.

With all of that finally hashed out, you decide to show him the simple pleasures of the real world. Like cooking, watching TV, playing video games, etc.

Just mundane things you regularly do, with Ken picking up on some of your habits/routines as well as having some independence of his own.

You two grow closer as a result over the next few weeks, and you began falling for him and his humor and his charming smiles-

Yeah, you're 100% smitten for this doll who crossed worlds to meet you.

But you're not sure if he felt (or even could feel) the same way, since he was made to love Barbie and was...clearly still getting over his "breakup" with her. So you left it be.

That changes when you show him some emotional movie where the lead male characters showed vulnerability (ie Good Will Hunting or Brokeback Mountain) and he unconsciously holds your hand as he stares at the screen, tears staining his cheeks.

While the credits roll, your heart melts as he looks at you with those pretty blue eyes, his watery smile persistent.

"Th-Thanks for showing me this, [y/n].."

"Of course, Ken. Now you know that us guys don't always have to pretend to be tough. We're allowed to have feelings." You rub your thumb across his knuckles, a sweet gesture which makes him blush.

On the subject of feelings, he realizes that the ones he has for you are...leaning more into romance than "bromance" (yeah you taught him that term and it's part of his vocabulary now).

He becomes uncharacteristically quiet when you ask him what's on his mind, before he leans in to kiss you on the cheek. Purely on impulse.

You're both flustered at what happened, yet he panics internally when you don't say anything, trying to get up to leave so you didn't see him cry over the stupid decision he made-

"Ken, it's okay." You take his hands, convincing him to sit back down. "I had no idea you swung that way, but I'm...actually glad."

"Glad? Y-You're not...mad or anything?" He sniffles.

"Of course not. I....was planning to come out of the closet sooner or later. I just didn't know when or how to bring it up, but....I guess I don't have to worry about that anymore, thank god."

"So...does this makes us boyfriend and g....boyfriend?"

"If you want it to be, sure. I wouldn't mind a handsome doll being the love of my life." You wink.

Ken mirrors your smile, relieved to know you reciprocated his feelings.

Then he gets stumped on something and his eyebrows furrow.

"Wait...what closet were you talking about?"

Oh boy.

You just chuckle and give him a kiss on the lips.

Falling in love with a Ken doll from Barbieland certainly wasn't on your bucket list....

But you're perfectly content with that.

[kissitbttr]

imagine reader going to the frat house kitchen during midnight for some water and bumping into Gloria

you wake up feeling quite thirsty, and fuck. you always hate it when that happens because you prioritize a good quality of sleep.

looking over beside you, it makes your heart swell. seeing miguel sleeping peacefully with soft snores coming out of his mouth and his arm around you. always the big spoon.

slowly, you pry yourself from miguel’s embrace, earning a light groan from him but you manage to slip past easily after.

grabbing his bengals t-shirt off the floor, you quickly put it on to cover your half naked body. getting up after and tip toe towards the door and head down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water,

you stop dead track in your movement when you hear the sound of glasses clinking from the kitchen. frowning to yourself thinking that it’s one of miguel’s frat brothers, but you pay no mind to it since you’re not entirely naked. his t-shirt is large enough to make a dress out of you.

expecting to see a half naked man with rippling muscles, yet you are facing the back of a more feminine looking. sitting near the counter with her hair down,

wait… she looks… familiar..?

“gloria?” you wide eyed as the girl freezes, turning around slowly to meet your eyes. failing to suppress the loud gasp coming from your lips. “oh my god?! what the fuck?! what are you doing here! what-what, huh?!”

“…hi, y/n” gloria nervously chuckle, putting her cereal bowl down and stand up,

your gaze fall down to the hoodie she’s wearing. and oh my, my, you definitely know who owns that piece of clothing,

“oh. my. god. YOU ARE FUCKING BECK?! AGAIN?!” you’re unaware of how loud you’re being until gloria hurries to your spot and hushes. “i can NOT believe this! girl, you told me you and him are over!”

“i know, i know, god! keep your voice down, por favor!” she begs, holding both of your arms,

“since when?!”

“…a month?” she answers,

“and what, strictly fucking or are you both dating?”

“babe you and i both know i can’t commit for shit” gloria rolls her eyes. “simply for fun”

“and he’s okay with that?”

“oh definitely…” but then she looks up as if she’s thinking. “or.. at least i think so..”

“wow” you breathe out, arms crossed over your chest. “how come i didn’t know about this? why didn’t you tell me?”

“well miguel knows. I assumed he would’ve told you”

no he didn’t?!

“he knows?! that mother fucker—“ you take a deep breath. “why did you tell him and not me? your best friend!”

“i didn’t! beck must’ve! we agreed to keep it low for a while. i don’t want anyone to find out, especially you” she pouts. “are you mad?”

“not mad that you two are fucking but you lied to me” you frown, seeing her smile falters a bit. “but I’ll let this slide”

she squeals, hugging you tight before kissing your lips. “love you babes… what are you doing up, anyway?”

“thirsty. throat dry as shit”

“you know i heard too much of a deep throat could—“

“yeah yeah got it” you stop her before she can finish that sentence, chuckling at how blunt she could be. but hey, that’s why you two are best friends,

after getting your drink and talk to her for a few, the two of you say goodnight to each other before going to each boy’s room. walking into miguel’s room, you assume that he’s still sleeping like a baby but instead you see him wide awake, hands behind his head. broad and naked chest are exposed to you,

“you scared the shit out of me, muñeca. I thought you had left or something” he pouts, making grabby hands at you. “come ‘ere pweaaase”

usually, you would give in. because he looks so adorable doing that thing to you, however you take him by surprise the moment you chuck the nearest pillow at him. giving him a glare,

“what the—what was that for?!”

“you knew beck and gloria are back together and you didn’t tell me?!”

he slowly removes the pillow from his face, putting it down slowly. “wait… she didn’t tell you?”

“no! she didn’t! and gloria told me you knew from her and you didn’t tell me! your girlfriend!”

“ah shit… okay beck told me not to tell anyone. that includes you. i’m sorry, querida” he scratches the back of his head. “plus, they both were practically all over each other at the last week’s party, babe. maybe you are too oblivious”

“you know what” you begin, crawling towards the bed and slide yourself in the covers. “because you chose to listen to beck and lied to me.. no titties for you for the next 24 hours. good night”

miguel panics. “what?! no no no, that’s not fair! muñeca! i cannot live without your boobies, i’m sorry! i won’t do it again i promise!”

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

redemption : triangle. l Frankie “Catfish” Morales

❤️‍ broken hearts seek redemption ❤️‍

Summary:  three is already a crowd

Warnings:  angst, a few bad words, fluff

A/N: I don't like leaving them like this. something like a mini series, not necessarily good and nice stories. scribbles. I hope that despite everything you will stay with me.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

first part is here >> triangle <<

a few ways to break a heart [masterlist]

broken hearts seek redemption [masterlist]

Will was right, if he spent a few more days in his own four walls he would surely go crazy. And even though he felt terrible and had absolutely no desire to go to that bar with him, he finally found himself there with a bottle of beer in his hand and thinking "What the hell am I doing here?". 

The last few months had been a total disaster. Maybe that's how it is? When things start going well at work, everything else falls apart.

Frankie's gaze swept over the crowd of people having fun, he felt like an alien. Will went to greet some friends and disappeared for a moment, and Frankie wondered if his friend would notice when he evacuated home.

Then he saw it. A familiar figure flashed right past the bar, and a heavy stone fell into his stomach. 

He would recognize you anywhere, even at the end of the world and after thirty years. His whole body tensed, and his sharp eyes quickly found you again. It had been a little over two months since you last spoke, and here you were in the same place as him.

He took a sip of beer and headed towards you. He didn't know what to expect, he didn't know if you would even want to talk to him, but... Fuck! He needed you more than ever.

"Hi."

You recognized that voice immediately. Your heart stopped beating for a moment.

"Hi, Frankie." You replied quietly, looking at him, "Good to see you."

For a second you both wondered if that was true. Frankie looked good. His unruly curls were sticking out from under his cap, his eyes, although a little sad, looked at you with hope. 

Damn, you loved those eyes of his...

"I came with Will." he said, even though you didn't ask him, he wanted to say anything, "You look good."

"Thank you. You too."

"Maybe I can buy you a beer or a drink? Can we talk?"

"I was actually about to go home, I wasn't planning on coming here today. My friend talked me into it..."

"I can drop you off."

You opened your mouth to say something, but you gave in and nodded. You saw a small, but so familiar smile on his lips. 

You missed him so much.

It was strange to be so close to him again. At the same time, it felt so natural. For a few minutes you rode in silence, until Frankie broke it.

"Gloria and I... We broke up." he said without even looking at you.

You squeezed your hands tighter in your lap. "I'm sorry. She was a really nice girl."

"She was." he nodded. "And you? Are you seeing anyone?"

"No, it's fine as it is." you replied quietly. "You and Gloria, is it fresh? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Naaah, there's no need. We broke up on good terms, no drama. You know what's funny?"

You looked at his profile attentively. You didn't know what could be funny about a breakup.

"You left, and two weeks later everything fell apart. Isn't that funny?"

He looked at you, but you just looked down. What were you supposed to say? No feeling was right.

The car stopped in front of your house and you quickly unbuckled your seatbelt. You wanted to get to a safer space as soon as possible, your head was spinning from the excess of thoughts.

"Thanks." You mumbled and jumped out of the car before Frankie could say anything.

However, you hadn't even taken five steps when you heard the door slam shut.

"Will you finally tell me why you left?" he called, and you bit your lip. "You must have had a reason. If I didn't do anything wrong, then... It must have been because of her, right?"

You turned to him. He thought you looked as sad as he had ever seen you. Your gaze almost begged him for mercy.

"Does it matter now?" you asked.

Frankie took a few steps towards you and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"We were friends, I guess I deserve at least a little honesty, huh?" he mumbled. "You know what Gloria told me?" you shook your head. "She sat down next to me one night and told me that since you left, I've become like an empty shell. She said that she always knew there was something more between you and me, and at first she was jealous of it. But I never gave her a reason to feel inferior, and you were always fair to her. She understood that when you disappeared from my life."

Your throat tightened painfully, and tears welled up in your eyes. "Frankie, please... This doesn't make sense."

"Did you really feel something for me?" he watched you carefully as if he wanted to catch every little gesture, and maybe even a lie. "Is that why you decided to pull away from me, because you didn't want to..."

"It doesn't matter now!" you interrupted him "I'm sorry you and Gloria broke up, but I had nothing to do with it."

Frankie took a few more steps, but you didn't even move, your body refusing to obey. "You have a lot to do with this. Because I think she was right. And you know what? I can't stop thinking about it. Fuck! It's driving me crazy! Did you ever have feelings for me, baby?"

Tears rolled down your cheeks, a sob escaped your throat. "I still feel it and it's killing me..." you groaned. "I thought that when we didn't see each other, you'd be safe, and happy... I didn't want you to suffer, but I fucked everything up!"

Frankie's shoulders slumped as if a huge weight had been lifted from them. But you continued to sob.

"You were happy with her, and I felt worse and worse! I loved you, but I didn't want it to make you suffer..."

"So not having you in my life was supposed to help me? That's a fucking stupid idea!"

"I wonder what you would do in my place?" you replied "We were friends!"

"You broke my heart and I was wondering what I had screwed up!" Frankie raised his voice "Where was the happiness you had planned for me in all of this, huh? Because without you I couldn't see anything that would give me that."

"Frankie..."

"You silly girl!" he growled.

In a few quick steps he covered the distance between you. You only had time to catch your breath when his strong hands grabbed your face and pulled you to him. 

Your lips crushed together in a hard kiss. His tongue licked your lower lip and when you parted your lips shamelessly he slipped inside taking your breath away. It wasn't gentle and tender, but passionate and strong, as if Frankie wanted to show you everything he felt. And you kissed back completely dazed by the experience.

You both needed to catch your breath so he pulled away from you and looked into your eyes with a slightly misty gaze "Don't ever come up with such stupid ideas again, do you understand me?"

"But..."

"Do you understand me?"

"But Frankie..."

"Shit! Woman, I love you."

That took your breath away.

"Don't ever come up with such shitty ideas again." Frankie continued, his thumbs tenderly stroking your wet cheeks "I want you to tell me everything, even if it hurts us. But we're supposed to be in this together, do you understand that?"

"I love you, Frankie..." you whispered, placing your hands on his, and he smiled.

"I hope so, because now you'll never get rid of me."

He kissed you again, this time more gently and tenderly, and you felt like your heart was finally complete. It felt good.

☆☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[klausysworld]

Love…

Love is a dangerous game.

Love is a fickle thing.

Love is unpredictable.

Love is merciless.

Love can be both feared and desired.

Love can make a woman do such awful things.

Love can drive a woman mad.

It drove me mad. It made me do awful things. It made people scared and it made people excited. It made me merciless, unpredictable and dangerous but my love was never fickle and it never will be.

Not when it came down to Niklaus Mikaelson.

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It started off way before he arrived in town.

I grew up in Mystic Falls, one of the only witches in town alongside the Bennett family. When I was little, Sheila Bennet-Grams would always offer to babysit me from my mother. When I would play there with Bonnie my emotions would always get the better of me, objects would begin to float or catch fire. Grams would always pick me up and calm me down while telling me how powerful I would become.

She never mentioned magic to Bonnie, and I promised not to either even though we were so close. However my magic was something I had always been aware of and Grams said that finding control over it would be better than pretending it didn't exist.

Once I got a little older, she began to teach me things on other supernaturals. Starting with the Lockwood heritage and the basics of werewolves and then we went deeper, to Eenadu and how/why she created the species. Then a while later it was vampires. The basics first again and then the Originals, and Esther.

That was when I first heard of him; Klaus.

Grams spoke his name with such distaste but it stirred something inside me. She only told me the bast things, put a sinister spin on everything about them. So I had to do some digging myself.

He was just so damaged.

He was so broken, but so fixable.

He was just so loveable.

I knew he needed the doppelgänger so I convinced Bonnie that we should befriend Elena.

I knew he needed a werewolf so i befriended Matt through Elena which lead to befriending Tyler.

I knew he needed a vampire too but I didn't need to worry about that. I was certain that Katerina Petrova, Katherine Pierce, would pay the town a visit and death would follow her like the plague. She would either be my vampire or make me a vampire that I could give to Klaus.

And she did, just as predicted. So when I was sure that she had done everything for me: triggered Tylers 'curse', turned Caroline and collected the moonstone, I made my move in form of a letter.

It had taken a damn long time to find him. He moves, a lot. However, I too had made contacts over the last few years with other witches across the states and was able to pinpoint him.

And reach out.

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Dear Niklaus Mikaelson,

We have yet to meet though I am certain that when we do you will be pleased. Come to where it all began for I have an opportunity for you to seize.

..........................................................................

It was simple but still cryptic enough to grab his attention. I sent it to him with my magic and patiently waited.

And planned.

Klaus would definitely want to create more hybrids. Which meant some sort of trip as soon as the ritual was over and his wolf was free. I also knew that he and Stefan were friends in the 1920s, courtesy of Gloria who was a witch I had met and remained in contact with who was also in communication with Klaus and helped me find the man.

So I was betting that he would find a way to take Stefan with him to find his hybrids and bring the ripper out of him, which would not be difficult. I remember when he had gone a little mad for human blood earlier in the year. It wouldn't take a lot to push him back over that line.

Now was a nervous when Katherine went missing which meant klaus was in town? Yes. But I was much more excited.

I could feel myself literally buzzing when I stepped into the Salvatore manor house, I could feel the magic rolling off of Alaric! I sat between him and Damon and I could feel my skin burning. Damon kept putting his hand on my knee to stop my legs bouncing, asked if I was on drugs a couple times too but didn't suspect too much. I hadn't revealed to everyone the amount I knew. Though Elijah knew that I was much more than I let on but I kinda wanted him to know.

Of course everyone knew I was a witch but they assumed I was an amateur, Bonnie knew I was better than I made out to be but still didn't know the extents of what I was now capable of. When you've been practicing magic since you were a small child your power ages with you, I knew that I'd only grow stronger. And so far I have.

I just hoped that he couldn't feel my magic as well as I could feel his. That was a silly thought. I knew that he couldn't, I had a spell to mask it.

Time went fast, one second I was sat next to him and the next he was walking out the door and Damon was asking what was wrong with me today. I got out of it and went home to my planning board.

I wondered how long it would take for him to know that it was I who sent him the letter. I wondered how he would react. I also wondered how he would be if I sent him another.

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Dear Niklaus Mikaelson,

I see that you have arrived though not as I may have expected, Either way I hope you appreciate the ingredients that I have collected.

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I sent it via my magic again, I knew that it would lay waiting for him when he returned from the decade dance. It meant I was far too excited the entire time. Though I did my best to keep my mouth shut around Alaric Klaus himself.

Even when he revealed his true identity I had to bite back my smile, instead I allowed him to pin me, toss me and harm me until he though he'd won. I couldn't reveal my powers, the truth behind my innocent mask. I needed him to think I was weak but still interesting enough.

Bonnie ended up 'sacrificing' herself. To be completely honest it made me mad. Of all the people he could have hurt he had to choose her. I wouldn't have cared if it was any one else but Bonnie was the only true friend I had made, she wasn't here for me to use or bargain with. I liked her and felt my skin burn with rage.

So I made a little spell to cause Klaus an extensive amount of pain .

I got over it of course but I needed him to understand my feelings. It's the only way we could work.

I was pissed off that he hadn't used my chosen ingredients. Damon saved Tyler and Caroline and Bonnie was saving Elena.

Still, I watched his ritual anyway from a distance, my eyes lighting up as I watched his bones snap and his wolf rush to the front of his mind. Elijah's eyes locked on mine for a split second, a slight nod from us both before he took his brother to a place in the woods.

After that I had to babysit Damon while he whined and shook in pain. When his fevers got too bad I would place a cooling spell over his body and transfer some of his pain to myself. Despite not being Damons biggest fan, he was the one I got along most with out of the little group that had formed. He had a sense of humour and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Damon was no liar like most of the others and I admired that. Still, I did not trust him exactly but I didn't mind his company.

Eventually Katerina arrived, she did not look eager to see me however she delivered the cure as expected and revealed what I had assumed. Klaus had taken Stefan.

Unfortunately for Klaus, since finding him the first time, I was able to play a tracking spell on his soul. If I closed my eyes and chanted the right words I was able to find exactly where he was in the moment I did so. Which meant he received more letters.

They were always short and suggestive, never revealing quite how much I knew but just hinting at it. I knew it would annoy him, he would see it as child’s play but that's what made it all so amusing when I would whisper my spells and watch his jaw clench as he attempted to tear up the paper only for it to magically bind back together in mockery of his frustration.

It was when he arrived in Chicago that Gloria had me on the phone.

"I warn you child, he's been asking me to find out who's sending the notes. I wouldn't ever tell on you dear but you know how he becomes. Don't play with fire unless you plan to get burnt" she told me, her tone worried

"Thank you Gloria but you've always known I enjoy the burn. Even if he knows, I can contain him. I've been preparing." I murmur, as my fingers trace over the sketch of the cage I plan to create for him should it ever be necessary.

"Do be careful" she whispered, "They don't call him a beast for fun"

"I know" I hum "It's going to be wonderful" I stated, my mind picturng those golden eyes of his.

Gloria had to hang up when she heard Rebekah's voice nearing but messaged me an update later that day. Unfortunately I felt as her life was taken, by Katerina of all people though I couldn't be too surprised. Her obsession with Stefan never failed to shine through.

Not that I could judge.

Plus it worked in my favour. Klaus came back home.

I got to see him and senior prank night, he even grabbed my wrist. I asked if he just wanted to hold my hand which made him smirk and made my lower stomach implode.

He did in fact hold my hand.

Sure it was while he dragged me down a corridor but he held it all the same.

Then he started killing people and turned Tyler which made me happy. At least my werewolf was useful after all.

Eventually I got back home and went to bed, with Klaus still on my mind of course.

Things got much more interesting from then onward. Klaus was in town much more and always getting in everyones business. I both enjoyed it and loathed it.

It was lovely because it meant I got to talk to him, and because I knew so much about him already I was able to keep him entertained and talkative. Especially when it came to art. I had to research so many artists so that I could engage him in conversation for long periods of time. I convinced the others that it was to distract him while they did their stupid little plans but it was really just for me.

I still sent my letters but I was confident that he didn't know it was me. Somehow I had made him believe that I was brand knew to magic and practically hopeless which he apparently found 'cute'. Whether he meant it or not it still made me blush.

After a few months I had the cage made. It was doused in magic to ensure he couldn't ever escape and I had put in a bookshelf with books I knew he would enjoy as well as a sketch pad and an array of crayons. Pencils were a little risky as they had a point but I put in some blunt charcoal. I had vervain growing beside the cage and wolvebane on my bedroom windowsill. The cage was set up in my basement.

My mother never went down there, she still thinks it's all horiible down their. She also doesn't really practise magic anymore so she's basically a human and oblivious to my supernatural involvment.

Thanks to her unawareness I was able to go about things without even being that discreet. Even if she had picked up on it, she made no effort to intervene.

So I continued to indulge in my obsession.

It was mostly harmless, though my letters progressively became love letters. It was entertaining to watch his brows rise as he read the suggestive words, often now his fingers would trace over the lipstick print I had left in the bottom right corner. Occasionally I would wear the same shade around him, just to test my limits. Sometimes I would spray the paper with my perfume before sending it too.

Soon I began sending other things too, like a rose alongside the letter or a sugary beignet that I had made myself. Sometimes they would contain propofol or something similar. This, with a high enough dosage, would knock even the original hybrid out long enough for me to go on over. I would often sit down beside him on his bed, usually my fingers would stroke through his sweet curls and I would press a kiss to his cheek. Almost always leaving the same mark as I did on those letters and taking pride in the confusion that painted his gorgeous face when he would see it in the morning and wash off my mark.

There were a couple close calls where I had assumed him to be passed out only to find him waiting in his bed, then I would have to be more forceful with putting him to sleep. Often magic was involved and I would lay with him, stroking the area I had struck him with my power to soothe the sting away.

Since then I had noticed his glances over his shoulders as he walked and the way his fingers would nervously tap against his scotch glass. I couldn't deny the pleasant feeling that buzzed through me at the knowledge that I made him nervous, borderline afraid. He even went so far as to have one of his hybrids stand guard outside of his room when he slept. So I had to climb up through his window. It was a hassle really but it got easier each time I did so.

I found myself in his room pretty much every single night. Something about how he was when he slept was so peaceful and innocent that I couldn't help but crave it. It soothed something within me.

What was even better than watching him while he slept?

Finding a painting in his art room...of me!

It was beautifully done and looked just like a photo. If i hadn't touched it to feel the layers of paint then I wouldn't have known he created it. A true, genuine smile graced my lips when I held it and I couldn't help but go through all his sketch pads to find more.

My next love letter hinted toward the art but I think that he was beginning to over think the notes at this point. They were driving him a little mad.

I considered leaving him alone for a little while but then he started getting into trouble. Too much trouble. The kind that got him hurt and stabbed by white oak. The kind that had him ready to leave Mystic Falls.

So I had to start eliminating threats toward him.

I went as far as hospitalising Elena, making it look like natural causes so that the others would have to leave Klaus alone for a while.

I befriended Rebekah, started learning things about Klaus's childhood, the little things that meant so much to him. So I went home and hand carved him a wooden wolf and left it on top my letter.

Slowly, I think he began to have suspicions. Sometimes I catch him watching me with a very calculative look in his eye though he would break into a nervous smile and look away, often walking out the room entirely. I didn't like that.

He tried to distance himself but I wouldn't let him. I thought it was clear that he was mine by now. If he had figured it out then he should be happy and relaxed knowing that it's me, not tense and worried. What did he think I would do, really?

Didn't matter. Time went on.

Thanksgiving came and went, Christmas and then New Year. I always sent and received a present. The Mikaelsons actually threw a Christmas ball which I of course attended and I was able to bag multiiple dances with Klaus. I also danced with Elijah, he directly asked me if I was the one messing with his brothers head, we were whispering and I made a little spell so Klaus couldn't eavesdrop. I confirmed it without actually admitting it and made some little threats for if he should try to stop anything, after I left for home.

I continued with my visits, my growing friendships and my gifts. And then valentines day came around.

I had been contemplating whether I treat it any differently to every other day. I never had before however this time I had somebody to think of, somebody I loved.

So when I woke up, I decided that perhaps I'd at least go see Klaus today.

What I had not expected was a large bouquet of roses, bunched into the shape of a heart set on my dining room table with a typed note attached.

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Dearest Y/N, I don't usually engage in human holidays however you've recently changed my perspective. I hope you don't think I've been oblivious to your advances, I'll admit they've been affective. Love Niklaus

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The note made me smile. The rhyming scheme matched all my letters and this was all the confirmation I needed that he had accepted my feelings.

So I got dressed into a dress, the same deep red as the flowers he had gifted me with the eyeshadow and lipstick to match. I drove myself to his home and this time knocked on the door.

Klaus must have been waiting for he opened it as soon as my knuckles hit the wood and he was dressed to perfection. His blood red tie matched my dress as though he just knew and his hand held out for mine without a word being said. I nodded to him and held his hand, enjoying the way it caused my magic to ignite inside me.

I was lead inside to the area which was usually primarily empty and used for parties and events however it was down littered with rose petals. Fairy lights and candles lit the room and a little square table rest in the centre of the room covered by a white table cloth with two golden plates hidden by gold plate covers sat waiting to be revealed.

"Oh wow" I whispered quietly. This was most definitely not something I had thought of occurring. I heard Klaus clear his throat a little as he hesitantly slipped his hand round my waist causing my tummy to flutter pleasantly before he kept leading me over to the table. He proceeded to pull out my hair, waiting for me to sit and then carefully pushing me closer to the table before sitting opposite me.

"I do hope you'll enjoy the food though if you don't I can be sure to get you something else-" His voice began to speed up, I could see his nerves playing.

"That won't be necessary, I'll have what I'm given and I'll enjoy it" I state simply with a reassuring smile. He returned it and nodded quietly to himself as he lifted the cover off of his play and I did the same. Underneath was a beautifully cooked slice of beef wellington with potatoes and a few vegetables alongside and a sauce to go with.

"I was going to do starters as well but I didn't want you too be too full as I have more for us to eat later" he explained quietly.

"Later?" I question with the slight tilt of my head and he smiled.

"We have a lot to talk about" He answered and I hummed, lifting the wine glass to my lips and allowing the rich taste to please my tongue. I licked my lips clean, watching as his eyes followed my tongues movements as he sat a little straighter. "However," he began, clearing his throat again making a slither of amusement make its way to my face. "For the moment, I just want to have a valentines dinner with you, my questions will wait for after." He decided and I nod, happy with his arrangement.

"Very well" I agreed as I cut into my steak and pastry and popped a piece into my mouth, moaning at the flavour and locking my eyes onto his. His adams apple bobbed and his eyes darted to his plate making me grin.

Dinner was mostly small talk, a few flirty comments through desert before he took our empty plates out to the kitchen. I got up from my seat to follow him but he shook his head and asked that I stay while he cleaned. I agreed without resistance, if he wanted to do the dishes then I wouldn't object.

He was back in just a minute and holding his hand out for me to take again, which I did. Then I was brought upstairs which made me raise a brow, "Already huh?" I ask teasingly.

He glanced over his shoulder at me with a knowing look "Don't act like you don't spend nearly every night in my room" he replied making my eyes roll playfully.

He pulled me into his room and closed the door behind me. On the bed lay every single letter I had written him, I clicked my tongue as I looked over the generous pile and slowly glanced up at his face. His arms were folded over his chest and he had that look in his eyes that just told be to begin.

I smiled up at him and let out a little laugh "Right..." I muttered, "Well..., okay, can we sit for this?" I asked and he hummed, gesturing two chairs that we went to.

And then I started talking. A lot.

I went from the start, Grams. There was no point lying to the man, so I just laid it all out bare for him. From the first time I heard his name to the first time I was able to see his face to the first time we actually met, to now. It took hours of explaining and answering questions for silence to actually come around.

His expressions changed throughout the discussion, sometimes he looked a little confused, sometimes he even looked a little afraid but for the most part he just looked intrigued. When I was done and his questions stopped flowing, he leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

"You're crazy" He whispered and I felt my demeanour change, just as I went to snap his eyes went back to mine and a wide smile spread across his face. "You're so insane, I love it" he murmured before my face was in his hands and his lips were on mine.

I'll admit it took me by surprise so it took me a minute to react. Of course I kissed him back, would have been really dumb not to at this point.

His hands seemed to be everywhere all at once, every single nerve I owned stood on edge for him and my magic began to flow a little too fast than I was used to. Klaus pulled away, a chuckle leaving his lips making my eyes, which I didn't remember closing, open.

"You've set the curtains on fire sweetheart" he mumbled, stroking a few strands of hair behind my ear as I took a breathe and silently mended the curtains with my mind. A kiss was placed behind my ear and I breathed in deeply. "I can't believe you let me think you couldn't even light a candle when I met you" he muttered and he smiled.

"You let everyone think you were Alaric, so..." I trailed but he tutted.

"Ah, ah. Everyone except for you as it turns out so we are in no way even. You have been tormenting me, lying to me, watching me sleep..." he smirked and I rolled my eyes, "borderline assaulting me!" he exasperated and I dropped my head back with a sigh. His lips pressed to my neck in response and I hummed with a clenched jaw. "You do not like to be teased" he stated and my eyes flicked to him "I'm not mad" he told me but I didn't think he was anyway "your methods for my...affections have been questionable-"

"Well-" I interjected but he shook his head and kissed my lips again which was a seemingly affective way to keep me quiet but I liked it.

"But" he cut in "It has been incredibly sexy to watch you pull an unbelievable amount of power moves under everyone's noses, including my own. I look forward to seeing how many more moves you have" he whispered, his voice becoming progressively lower.

My gaze fixed on him, my eyes narrowed a little. Was he saying what he wanted to say or what I wanted to hear?

His hands slid down my sides to the backs of my thighs before he lifted me onto his lap, having me straddle him in his chair and causing my dress to ride up. My hands held onto his upper arms lightly, he looked back at me with the same calculative look I'm sure I was wearing. His head tilted to the side making my lips twitch, he looked cute like a confused pet.

"I don't take well to being played with" I tell him and he frowned.

"I'm not playing" he replied, his hand caressing my thigh in a way that made an unfamiliar warmth spread through me and I wasn't quite sure what to do with it. For some reason I had mapped out a plan for every scenario except for one where he actually showed the interest I wanted from him. "I wouldn't toy with you Y/n. Should I have wanted to harm you I would have just done so"

"You don't think I'm a threat?" I question and he furrowed his brows

"Do you want me to see you as a threat?" He asked confused and I hesitated, did I?

"Maybe?" I whispered, unsure and he huffed softly.

"You have been dancing around me for almost a year now, don’t you think it’s time we both give in?” He murmured and I stared at him. Slowly his hands brushed higher up my thighs and he pulled me closer on his lap making my heart pound. “Will you let yourself give in to me?” He asked as his fingertips grazed the thin material of my panties. “No more stalking or knocking me out…just be with me, you can sleep beside me…with me and I’ll give you everything you could ever want”

I hummed quietly and clenched my jaw as I felt and heard the elastic in my panties snap. His hand pulled the fabric away from my body and tucked them into his pocket as his eyes locked on mine. I shifted a little on his lap, my thigh clenching around him as I felt my pussy flutter against the erection that was pushing against his suit trousers.

“You have no idea how hard it was to figure out who you were” he muttered as he pushed my hips back and forth in a slow motion. I could feel my skin heating up as my sensitive flesh rubbed over his pants. “You drove me mad” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear making a warm shiver slide down my spine.

A breathy moan fell from my lips as I felt his hips grind up against my bare pussy. “Do you remember that letter you wrote, you were practically begging me to fuck you” he reminded making my eyes shut, my lips parting as I moved my hips with his to receive the perfect amount of friction against my clit. “Do you know how many faceless dreams I’ve had of you? I had to guess what your pretty moans would sound like, how tight your cunt was, I need to see if my imagination was accurate” He practically purred against my neck.

I kept grinding myself on his crotch, panting softly to try catch my breath and my thoughts and his hands cupped my ass firmly. They brushed across the tops of my thighs before a finger was rubbing my clit making my hips thrust up and a moan to escape me.

My hands curled into his jacket, I always had the control in situations. I needed the power and the control yet I couldn’t even think about taking it right now. I just needed to chase that feeling.

I couldn’t help the choked sound that left me when a finger plunged its way inside of me. At this point my hips were rutting against his hand, my pussy surely dripping onto his pants but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart” his voice cooed against my ear and I moaned aloud. Kisses burned into the top of my neck and base of my jaw, “I’m gonna fuck you against all of your little love letters” he mumbled and I cried out his name weakly.

Another finger stretched me open with my clit was rubbed ferociously making my hips stutter and thighs tremble with need.

His mouth captured mine as I felt my resistance snap. My body shook and my head felt light as my lips pushed against his with force. After he pulled back and let me catch my breath he lifted me up and dropped me onto his bed amongst all the notes I’d left him in the past.

His body knelt between my legs and his face hovered over mine as he brushed his nose against mine.

I think it was that moment that I knew:

Love would destroy us both.

[wettestwraith]

I'm gonna be honest here there is already criticism about the barbie movie being like "oh you can do everything as long as you look good doing it" like im sorry wasn't there an entire scene with Gloria comforting Barbie about how abitrary the standards she holds herself up against and how it's utter bullshit that women have to keep their emotions under control at most times or you're called a hysterical bitch or how women have to be thin but they have to say they want to be 'healthy' and how you can't be "too attractive" because then you would be tempting men and other stuff like that did we watch the same movie? Barbie literally has an entire arc about how her life isn't perfect anymore, she isn't perfect anymore, and she tries to fix it but she realizes that she doesn't need to. In that one scene where Billie Eilish's "What Was I Made For?" plays in the background, we see that Barbie sees all the joy and hardships that humans go through and when she turns to an old lady and says "You're beautiful" it's because she sees how much this human has experienced in all her life, when Barbie goes into the real world she is overwhelmed by how Barbies didn't create the perfect world where women can freely be and do anything, she realizes that women aren't truly seen as actual people, but when she sees this old lady, who very likely experienced a lot of the things she's going through, sitting peacefully in a bus stop, she realizes that life is worth it. Being a human is worth it. Because being human is learning to love and care for yourself, being human means getting to experience what a home feels like, being human means having unlimited potential and to be the one that makes ideas and to have an ending, which is what makes it so special. What was she made for? Simply put, to live. The movie is telling little girls and women that your purpose in life doesn't have to be something great like writing an award-winning book or becoming a doctor for your life to have great value, being a woman simply means being human, it means that you should love and care for yourself and to simply live a life well-lived.

[sailorspren]

Fics about Elhokar and gender

@nattimusrex asked, so here's a little list of fics about Elhokar and gender identity/gender expression!

An Early Ideal, An Unexpected Truth by @trishyeves

Shallan helps Elhokar realize she’s trans, and from there Elhokar’s life takes a significantly different path from canon (spoiler: she lives!). Featuring Elhokar/Azure, wholesome Kholin family interactions, and Shallan/Adolin on the side with nonbinary!Adolin. 17,325 words, rated Teen.

It also has two wonderful short sequels that can be read as stand-alone:

A Revealing Demonstration, A Restrained Indulgence (2,427 words, rated Explicit, wholesome Elhokar/Azure smut)

and A Fumbled Question, A Comforting Embrace (561 words, Rated Teen, Elhokar/Azure hurt/comfort)

Trish generally has many beautiful transfem and nonbinary stormlight fics

I am King by @gnckholin

A heart-wrenching character study where trans woman!Elhokar reflects on her past and comes to some important realizations, while bleeding to death on the Kholinar palace floor. This fic made me cry. 1,819 words, rated Teen.

The Hotel Song by @chasmborn

A sweet, lovely Kaladin/Elhokar story with nonbinary!Elhokar. Kaladin comforts Elhokar and helps him explore gender identity and presentation. 1441 words, Rated Teen

And a few by yours truly (I think a LOT about Elhokar and gender. Can you tell)

The Glamorous Adventures of Gilded Gloria by @sailorspren

A modern AU where Elhokar and Shallan are drag queens and best friends. Elhokar gets to thrive on stage and have fulfilling friendships as well as disastrous queer relationship drama. This fic also has amazing art by @cosmereplay. 8,426 words, Rated Teen. 

Off the Cuff by @sailorspren

Navani and Elhokar have a well-needed heart to heart about gender roles, family trauma, and how much of an asshole Gavilar was. Navani and Design encourage Elhokar to experiment with gender presentation. 1,933 words, Rated General.

A Moment's Respite by @sailorspren

Elhokar and Skar hook up in the Kholinar mission, comfort each other and talk about gender. Skar is trans, Elhokar is figuring things out. 2,100 words, Rated Mature

I’ve also got a few fics where Elhokar is nonbinary/nonconforming but the fic isn’t specifically about their gender, such as:

House Meeting (2,593 words, rated Mature, comedy fic where Elhokar, Moash and Szeth are vampire roommates)

Lighthearted Lightweavings (1,704 words, rated General, friendship fluff where Shallan and Elhokar lightweave together and talk about boys)

Werewolf Boy (2,450 words, rated Explicit, wholesome porn where nonbinary!Elhokar and transmasc!Moash fuck nasty with a werewolf dildo)

This is everything I could think of, if anyone knows any other relevant fics - do tell!!

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Pink nightmares

Warnings: First Meetings, fluff

Word count: 1.2 K

Pairing: Barbie (Margot Robbie) x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Barbie meets another human.

PS: Lesbians in a relationship are fast

Requests: OPEN

Special request: @lillymonroe66

[Main masterlist] [Barbie masterlist]

When Barbara got up, she felt her nightshirt sticking to her back. She was sweating. She had had the same nightmare again.

Carefully, she put on the slippers Gloria had bought her and began shuffling her feet to walk to Gloria's door.

She knocked gently on the door, and getting no answer, opened the door only to find the woman sound asleep.

I knew the woman had had a tough week. With her new position at Mattel, a teenage daughter, and her and her husband's estrangement, she didn't have much time for a worried Barbie. So, Barbie simply closed the door and walked to Sasha's door, walked over to the sleeping child and moved her slightly.

"Sasha?"

"Hmm?"

"I can't sleep" she whisper. "What do humans do when they can't sleep?"

"Ahg, Barbie, I don't know , go watch TV or something?"

Sure, when she watched movies with Gloria and she rested her head in her lap, she always fell asleep. That was her solution.

She quickly left the room and went downstairs to the living room, turning on the television and adjusting the volume so as not to disturb anyone.

She changed channels more times than she would like to admit, but, despite finding programs that people regularly use to fall asleep because of how boring they are, such as infomercials (even though Barbie loved infomercials), she couldn't fall asleep.

Thirty minutes later, she was forced to turn off the television and re-enter the teenager's room.

"Sasha?"

"Hmm?"

"I still can't sleep" she whispered again. "what else can I do?"

"Agh, how should I know?" replied the girl half asleep and with obvious irritation. "why don't you go for a walk?" yawned. "Like in the movies you like."

Sure, that always put teenagers in the movies to sleep.

Carefully, she went back downstairs, sitting on the floor to put on the sneakers Gloria had instructed him to leave by the front door, opened the door and quickly decided to put on a sweatshirt of Sasha's, because it was getting a little chilly.

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Barbie had been walking aimlessly for a long time. Somehow, she had reached the Venice Beach pier (her favorite beach), but she was so engrossed in the beauty of the sea, she didn't realize that it had already started to get light.

Least of all she had noticed, a woman was absentmindedly running up to her… until the two collided.

"Oh shit."

"Ahhh"

From the blow, both girls ended up on the floor, the blonde kneeling and the woman in sportswear fell on her butt, but the latter quickly got up to help the blonde up.

"I'm sorry, I'm too distracted."

"Don't worry" spoke Barbie as she tried to brush the dirt off her knees, but as she touched the right one… "Ouch."

"Oh shit" repeated the girl. "Honey, you're bleeding. come here."

Carefully, the stranger took the blonde ex-doll by the shoulders to the table of a coffee shop that was there on the dock and they were just opening.

The girl asked for a first aid kit, sat the blonde down and bent down to be at the blonde's knee.

The waiter quickly brought the first aid kit, causing the stranger to quickly draw the disinfectant on the wound, causing the blonde to hiss.

"I'm really, really sorry. Now you're going to have a little scar on your leg" she spoke, showing sorrow in her eyes.

"Are you kidding?" laughed the blonde "I've never gotten any of these before, it's fabulous… Ahhh!" she yelled as the other woman put disinfectant back on.

"I'm sorry" repeated the stranger. "So…you've never had a raspon, what's wrong with you, didn't you have a childhood?"

'Honey, I think it would be advisable for you not to tell anyone that… you were a doll. People aren't made for this kind of situation normally.'

Gloria's voice reached the blonde's ears.

"It's hard to explain."

Carefully, the woman took a small band-aid out of the box and placed it on the blonde's small, clean wound.

"Ta-da" the woman stood up, as she showed the other woman the band aid along with some jazz hands, eliciting laughter from the former doll. "There. Now not only do you have your scratch, but you also have an amazing band aid to show off. And it's Hello Kitty."

The blonde laughed again.

"Thank you very much…"

She said trying to guess the name of the woman in front of her.

"T/N. My name is T/N. What's yours?"

"Barbara. But everyone calls me Barbie."

They both gave each other a smile.

"Well, Barbie… I'd really like you to tell me about your non-existent experience with childhood injuries."

"Ohh, believe me, it's quite weird and complicated to explain" commented the blonde feeling a strange sensation accentuate in her belly, and she felt a scorching heat rise up her neck to her cheeks.

"Well, I have all the time in the world to understand your story" T/N quickly sat down next to the blonde and gave her a smile. "Besides, I wouldn't waste any opportunity to be with a woman as beautiful as you."

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T/N got out of her car, took her keys and locked the car. She walked quickly to the door of the house and knocked on the door, just once. Before she could give another knock, the door swiftly opened, revealing the blonde ex-doll with a perfectly matched outfit and beautiful silky hair.

"Hi baby."

Before T/N could continue to admire her girlfriend, the latter threw herself into T/N's arms and began to spread kisses all over her face.

"Ahgggg. Get a room."

And there was Sasha, trying to annoy Barbie. T/N had given up trying to figure out which of the two was playing the role of little sister.

"Sasha, leave them alone!"

And there was Gloria, their mother and best friend.

Barbie moved to let T/N into the house. She quickly entered the house, ruffled the younger girl's hair and walked to the kitchen, where Gloria was waiting for them with sandwiches.

"Are you nervous?"

"Well, yeah, anyone would be if you're going to meet all your girlfriend's distant friends."

"Oh honey" Gloria gave her a smile. That mom smile "You don't have to be nervous. Everyone is very friendly there."

"I'm ready now, baby!" Barbie came bounding in with three giant suitcases.

Gloria and T/N looked at each other with complicity.

"Are you sure you have everything?"

"I think I s… Oh, I almost forgot my friendship bracelets I made for everyone…"

And just as quickly as she came, she left, ducking into her room again.

"Do you have the ring?" whispered Gloria.

"What ring?" asked Sasha.

"Shhhh!" both older women tried to shush her.

"Yes" whispered T/N as she pulled out the little velvet box he kept in her pants pockets.

"OH SHIT!" shouted Sasha.

"Gloria, Sasha said a rude thing!" accused Barbie as she re-entered the room next to a fistful of bracelets.

"Yes honey, I just heard her. And she'll be in trouble once they leave."

T/N took the suitcases and all the things Barbie was going to take on her trip (rather short for all the things Barbie was carrying), said goodbye to Gloria, her husband and Sasha.

They both got in the car to drive to Venice Beach.

"Ready?" asked Barbie, flashing that beautiful smile that T/N had fallen in love with.

"Always, with you by my side."

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b*tch who stole Christmas — 1. Jimmy Holiday [Winter Prompts]

A/N: It’s only right that I keep on feeding the tag no? In this case, reader is slightly messy and Jimmy’s mom doesn’t like it one bit. Happy first day of December & stay warm if you’re in a place that’s below 40 degrees! 🤍

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: SITUATIONS — Getting snowed in + DIALOGUE PROMPTS — "There's nothing to do!" // "Oh, really?"

WARNINGS: language, alluding to sexy time with a cut off scene because teenagers ya know! + slight talks of sex, & unbothered reader who is okay not being besties with Ms. Holiday.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲

Jimmy scoffed with his hands tucked underneath his pits, glaring out the window of the cabin his mom wanted to spend the holiday season in. His temple rested against the cool window as he peeked upwards, watching the chunks of snow plop from the roof and down onto the marshmallow fluff colored ground.

He wasn’t the biggest fan of staying at this cabin anymore (now that his grandfather was gone, although it has been years! it still didn’t feel right without him) that his mom’s father owned. Jimmy wasn’t aware that this would probably be their last time here since Gloria would have to try to fix it up some, make it “nice” enough to sell. She didn’t know when she would break the news and could blame the delay on someone else, yet she was the adult here and would have to bite the bullet at some point. In fact, he wasn’t even a fan of the cold. It just didn’t make sense to be this cold, especially when it took time to warm up the place with the firewood and space heaters that he definitely still had a burn on his leg from last year.

As for his mom? She lived for the winter, you honestly wouldn’t think that but she found it depressing enough just constantly staring out at the dirt, which Jimmy could understand and sure a white Christmas was cool and all but after a day it needed to go.

He believed his mom plotted this, knowing they would be snowed in for days at that. The home was stocked but she still made him pack up the car with extras, which should have been a dead giveaway. Jimmy was just happy that he got to drive his mom’s car up to the cabin.

“There’s nothing to do!” Jimmy grumbled into the quiet of the cabin.

The fire was crackling and Jimmy was left alone with his thoughts as his mom disappeared for a nap—who knows how long ago. Arms locked around his waist, making him quickly glance over his shoulder to peek at a familar face.

“Oh, really?” You say almost purring as Jimmy turns in your arms, “I think i can think of a few things.”

He almost forgot you were here, meeting him and his mom at the cabin much to Gloria’s annoyance. Jimmy didn’t hear the end of that and got a good slap before she greeted you, telling you to help unload the car if you were going to be staying with them. You barely lifted a finger before leaping into Jimmy’s arms.

“I didn’t think you were coming?” He said against your lips.

You laugh, “And miss Christmas with my favorite gift?”

“I knew i was,” he shrugs, a smirk playing on the corner of his mouth followed by a lick of his lips, “but it’s nice to hear.”

Jimmy lets his hands slide dangerously low at your spine as he stared down at you with his sunset eyes, “can you? Does it have something to do with you getting all dressed up?”

Laughing lightly, you knew he would like this dress as soon as you put it on, modeling it in one of the bathrooms while you took a selfie and would unfortunately have to post later once the service decided to act right, you tilt your head to the right as Jimmy presses a kiss to your neck, loving just the way your skin felt against his mouth. He was letting some facial hair grow in along with the hair on his head and the scratch from his chin and tickle from the curtain of his hair felt just right.

“I put this on, just so you can take it off.” You whisper.

His brows rose after letting his eyes trail over the top of the dress that hung off your shoulders. “With my mom here? Are you crazy?”

“I’m a lot of things according to her,” you sigh not the least bit affected—already aware what Ms. Holiday’s issue with you is but if you let the opinion of others run your life, you would be miserable just like most of them, “…I just thought I could help with your boredom is all.”

Your hands trail up his torso to his chest, to lock your arms around his neck. Jimmy leans to peck your shoulder, considering it but definitely tried to be the voice of reason with the devil on his shoulder—or you if one really looked at it but you’re too damn pretty to be referred to as such, if you asked Jimmy.

“…I’m sure there’s some board games we can get into.”

You laugh as you step back from Jimmy’s hold, “I’ve got a game too,” you spun on your heels, already feeling his eyes on your backside, “Couch or bed?”

Jimmy blinks his stare back to your face, not catching your drift in this moment, “We can play anywhere, it dont matter.”

“Exactly.” You state with a curl of your finger and Jimmy catches the look in your eye, which makes him clasp his hands on top of his head and let out a long exhale.

He searched around the cabin, trying to find one of the many clocks in the home. He felt like he was on the court in that moment, trying to keep track of time before making his next move. He weighed out the options and you felt like the very best one, although some would say different, he didn’t care.

Jimmy almost runs up to you, which didn’t take long with his height, as he traps you against the wall, lips heated on yours. He still tastes like caramel from the hot chocolate his mom made earlier that afternoon and his palms slip from the wall and are warm against your hips. You have no problem matching his speed as you trail your hands up his lengthy hair, nails scrapping right against his scalp, knowing that would make the prettiest of sounds fall from his plump lips and into yours.

“Bed, now.” Jimmy manages to pull away from your lips.

Mouths swollen, you slip underneath his arm, attempting to make your way over to the couch, you let out a yelp as Jimmy spins you by the waist before bending to lift you over his shoulder.

“Quiet,” Jimmy shushed you as he carries you down the hallway.

You’re giggling even more as you give his butt a slap, making him suck his teeth.

“Ayo, chill! Ain’t nothing back there for you.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You answer, making Jimmy shake his head, he knew what type of time you were on and you’ve taken him to many levels before but he’d like to keep that private—although his friends definitely tried to get Jimmy to share what time was like with you in the locker room.

They were his boys and none of them really had any filter, except maybe Warlance and Leland but it wasn’t anybody’s business. Jimmy was a bit defensive when it came to you since you originally tried to shoot your shot with Nataanii but he wasn’t in the right mindset to fool around or be in a relationship. He ended up putting in a good word for his boy Jimmy instead, who was always curious about you. You were naturally flirtatious and that got you into some trouble and not always the good kind.

Rumors already had people labeling and you got tired of constantly defending yourself against an asshole on the lacrosse team who made up some shit to ruin you. You were just you and those that really knew you, trusted you more than anything. Jimmy knew the truth because you talked about it but you hardly liked being vulnerable. And after that scare with Nataanii? Jimmy made it his mission to really be there for his friends but you made it clear y’all were not friends.

Just two people who liked to keep each other company.

Or whatever Bieber once said!

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲

Jimmy’s got that toothy grin on his face, even after you kicked him out of the guest room. He’s seated by the fireplace, watching the fire that still seemed to be burning…when it should have been out by now but he’s too busy in that afterglow to put anything together. Cup of tea in his hand as he watches the flames flicker.

He hears the creaking of the wooden floor, not bothering to glance over his shoulder and assumed it was you as he says, “Maybe you were right, the couch might have been the move.”

“Yeah? Why don’t you move your ass to the table because we need to talk.”

Jimmy sharply inhaled, picking up on the tone of his mother. He takes his time bringing his eyes to meet her darker ones, her arms crossed tightly, brows furrowed, and full lips in a scowl as she glared down at her son. He blinks, spotting you sitting at table in his wool patterned sweater, legs crossed over the other as you rested your chin into the palm of your hand, hair a tangled mess, with a easy smile on your lips as you wink at him.

Slouching down at the table across from you to the point his knees brushed against yours, Jimmy dared a glance at you, who was amused that the both of you got caught. Gloria kept her arms crossed but swayed from one foot to the other agitated or disgusted.

The woman was about to go off on the two teens. Her relationship with her son has been going well now that she was able to get herself together and stay out of trouble yet they often butted heads when it came to you.

“…I can’t believe you—well y/n I can but you Jimmy? Would be so disrespectful!” Gloria’s been going off for a while now, “Do you honestly think I wouldn’t know what you two were up to? I was a teen once too ya know?! I even thought about bursting in there but I wanted to save us all the embarrassment.”

Shrugging you interrupt while Jimmy widens his eyes at you, “I’m far from embarrassed.”

“Excuse me?” Gloria grits, “You should be.”

“Why? Because we like to have sex and you just like everyone else take one look at me and think I’m some sort of hoe without getting to know the first thing about me?” You fire off but keep your tone leveled being used to this, “Whatever happened to sex positivity? I don’t think you know much about it. We’re safe if that’s what you’re so worried about. Wrap it before you tap it and all that! I’m not messing around on your son either.”

Jimmy perked up at that last part only because he knew if you looked at his mother she just might explode, “…for real?”

“Yeah.” You shrug your shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal. He told you after your third time together that he didn’t like the idea of this being an open relationship—although neither of you established this as that.

You kept your word.

Even slapped a few girls in the bathroom that liked to brag about how they intended to make Jimmy their baby daddy by the end of school year.

Not if you had something to say about it.

“Okay, enough of this!” Gloria slammed her hands down on the table to break up your staring contest, “Doing what you two did is not only disrespectful to me but your elder. Also I’m your mother so what I say goes! You invited her here while this is supposed to be family time and she’s not family.”

“Mom.” Jimmy starts but Gloria gives him the side eye, which makes him roll his eyes.

Gloria turns back to you but you look her right in the eye, “I don’t like you and it’s no secret. You’re not right for my son and as soon as this snow clears up, I want you gone. Got that?”

“Yup, whatever you say, Ms. Gloria.” You sigh not bothering to look back at Jimmy because you expected this happening, “Want a cup of tea?”

Gloria scoffs, “I can make my own…wouldn’t want you coming up with any new ideas to suddenly posion me.”

“Ma, you’re doing too much right now.” Jimmy speaks, not appreciating how she was speaking to you.

He knew this wasn’t his house but it also wasn’t his mother’s. He knew if he would have brought up the idea of you spending Christmas with them instead, she would have immediately shut it down. His mom just didn’t get you like he did and he wasn’t just talking about the bedroom either.

“Am I?” Gloria tilts her head at her son, “I’m looking out for your best interest.”

“Are you?” Jimmy presses, “You think you deserve the mother of the year award? Seems a little bit like control to me. Maybe you need to go on a date or something and butt out what I’ve got going on.”

The room goes sickeningly quiet at that.

This wouldn’t be the first time Gloria and Jimmy went at it and said some hurtful things.

“Okay…Since you suddenly think it’s cool to not respect the woman that gave you life? Why don’t you take your deer ankles for a body with a smart ass mouth attached to your room,” Gloria rounds off, “Before I ring your neck.” She finishes as Jimmy feels his blood run hot while his mother roasted him but not only that she decided to do this in front of you.

You had to give it to Ms. Gloria, she knew how to clapback.

Jimmy rubs at his clenched jaw before standing, “Okay, mom. Thanks for ruining Christmas.”

“It’s not even Christmas yet, quit your moping and go.”

“For how long?” Jimmy mocks from over his shoulder, “Until you’re done being a Scrooge?”

Shaking your head, you’re already filling up what looks like a reindeer mug that was actually made by Jimmy as a kid it seems, which made a small smile appear on your face seeing his chicken scratch script handwriting on the underside of the mug. It was an ugly fucking mug but you knew a younger Jimmy was probably proud to give it to his grandfather.

You had to wipe the smile off your face real quick.

“…as fascinating as this is, Gloria…I must be going. Away from this dreadful energy.” You say after swallowing some clove tea, “Hopefully you two can work it out.”

Gloria snaps her fingers as you try to walk around her, “Not uh. It’s Ms. Gloria to you. You’re not leaving my sight until we have a conversation, so you understand not only me but Jimmy better…so sit.”

You twist your lips around, “You could say please?”

“I’m not going to say it twice.” The look in Ms. Holiday’s eye, the right one specifically, told you not to test her either.

Dramatically sighing you plop down in a chair, crossing one leg over the other, making Gloria yank up a throw blanket to toss over your bare thighs. “I don’t need you catching a cold before you leave.” The mother says, which actually surprises you.

If that was true or not you didn’t push it.

Clasping your hands on the table behind Jimmy’s old mug, you knew this conversation was about to be a serious one. Maybe even a heart to heart (which you didn’t do) but regardless you knew you weren’t making the nice list!

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𓏲

Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.

[joe-spookyy]

Dude tell me your thoughts about Daniel Cain + any headcannons??

hi what greatest ask i’ve ever received because all i ever have are thoughts about daniel cain. sorry this is gonna be an essay. um.

tldr - dan cain is a super fascinating character (especially when you read him as queer) and his high empathy makes it difficult for him to make the hard but necessary choices found often in the medical field, but easy for him to be manipulated by those he thinks can help him do the most Good. also he is not immune to herbert west. full post under cut and it’s pretty good you should read it.

ok first off he is literally JUST like me for real. but second. i really think he’s a fascinating character no matter how you read him. his empathy is Soooo high and it affects literally everything he does - sometimes for the worse cause he’s a doctor and honestly cannot afford to be getting this upset every time he loses a patient. but it’s part of him, which i think makes him a super interesting counterpart to herbert. he’s so distinctly Human and he cares so much about the people around him, and he’s a horrible doormat/people pleaser. this is, obviously, not at all like herbert. narrative foils oooooh. when i met bruce abbott he told me he thinks dan is a “spineless worm”, which may be technically true, but i think the way dan is so easily convinced to go along with herbert is because of this heavy empathy. he wants to do everything within his power to make things better, and what could really be better than conquering death? how much pain could he stop just with that?

because of that, i think it makes SO much sense that it was so easy for herbert to initially manipulate him into working together. plus i also think later on in the films his feelings for herbert get in the way of his judgement to. an incredible extent. herbert just has to ask and dan will immediately be at his every beck and call. hes like a dog. he wants out but he can’t stop coming back to herbert. i struggle to find any other way to explain why he’d still be living with herbert after the first movie - after all, herbert kind of did kill everything dan ever loved (girlfriend, cat, legitimate medical career). and i think these things affected him on a really deep level (which. yeah. obviously) but the way he acts in bride is so indicative of what that kind of trauma does to a person and it’s fascinating to me. he projects so hard on to gloria because of how guilty he felt for not being able to save meg. he shuts down in a lot of the more serious situations. sure, he did have his little going into shock moment in the first film, but it’s a reoccurring thing in bride. he doesn’t seem to have such a strong moral code anymore, but that empathy is still there - even though what he’s doing with herbert and their little bride project isn’t quite morally Right, all he really has left is herbert and he is dying for a way to get back to the normalcy that herbert has pulled away from him. and yet, he’s never able to really Leave. he can’t move out, he can’t stop helping herbert, he can’t really get meg back as much as he tries. but he’s too far down the rabbit hole to really care at this point. he just cares about getting what he loves back.

and sure. did he abandon herbert at the end of the first movie for meg? yeah. did he abandon herbert at the end of the second movie for francesca? also yes. did he rat herbert out to the authorities? yes (but that’s a character choice i simply cannot get behind he would not do that shit after everything he still does obviously love and care about herbert if he was gonna be a narc he would have done it after the first movie herbert didn’t even do all that much wrong in the second movie like come on he was just getting creative. whatever. anyways.) now, his choice to save meg in the first movie makes a lot of sense, in my opinion. he assumed herbert was dead (which. not a bad assumption tbh) and meg was his girl - it makes a lot more sense to save her than someone he hasn’t known for nearly as long. but when he chooses to escape with francesca and leave herbert behind, it’s a little bit jarring. he’s obviously gotten close with herbert. they still live together, they bicker like a married couple, and if we’re being honest he kind of follows herbert’s every command. again. like a dog. and plus! they just created life together in a quite homoerotic fashion!!! why in the world would dan fumble this?? well, i think i can explain it. herbert represents a lack of societal normalcy. think like doctor praetorius in the bride of frankenstein. herbert’s heavily queercoded, he actively defies god, he kills and he disrespects the dead and he’s terrible socially and he shoots up drugs (sorta) and he is all about medical malpractice. this is the opposite of what someone like dan SHOULD want. dan’s straight passing (or straight if you want to read him that way which i don’t recommend cause otherwise this analysis doesn’t make as much sense), kind and friendly, and wants a good, normal career in the medical field. and he loves his perfect girlfriend. meg (and later francesca) represent these “good” and “normal” things that dan wants and is expected to want. herbert, again, represents the opposite. so for dan to choose herbert and save him over either meg or francesca, he would be choosing to step away from the life he is “supposed” to live, the socially acceptable life. people are already suspicious of him and west as we see in the novelization of the first movie, and to save his visibly queer strange little “roommate” over the woman he’s supposed to love would have certain implications that would draw dan away from this life of normalcy that he wants so badly. but most importantly. herbert always comes back. he’s a part of dan that can’t be escaped.

well. that was a lot. headcanons. umm. i think you probably got a lot from the novel i just wrote but here’s more.

- i loveeee the dan starts smoking after meg dies hc

- i don’t believe he ratted on herbert. i think they’re still working together making freaky shit to this day. even as old men.

- i know i just said queer the whole time i was talking but he’s bisexual and you aren’t allowed to disagree with me. herbert’s gay though. emphasizes the differences between them - dan CAN choose that “normal” life but herbert can’t.

- i think he ends up needing glasses as he gets older. he wears em to read in the first movie and i think his vision declines.

- also he goes grey earlier than herbert imo cause of all the stress. herbert makes fun of him for this but herbert’s hairline is. ummmn. less powerful. so dan has ammo to fight back.

- i don’t think he’d ever be able to get a cat again after rufus. or really any pet. i don’t think he trusts himself not to damage everything he touches

- i think he’s a huge talking heads stan. you could argue this as canon because of the stop making sense poster above his bed, but i think he’s a super fan. and maybe i’m projecting. so what.

- no matter how many times herbert does it or offers it to him, he refuses to take any of the reagent.

uhh. yeah. sorry that this post is so long i hope it is sufficient to what you were looking for. thank you sincerely so much for asking this was the most fun i’ve ever had. bless up.

[aniyas-weird-writing]

hi! I'm sorry to bother you again, but I wanted to ask for H/C of the mk1 Tomas, Syzoth, Bi han,Kuai Liang and Kitana reacting to a fem! S/O that is Mexican! And can also control metal. If you can't or don't want to, it's okay! I'm asking because it will be the Mexican independence on Saturday, and I'm Mexican 🌮

thanks!

Your okay! Sorry for not answering earlier.

MK1 Tomas (Smoke), Syzoth (Reptile), Bi-Han (MK1), Kuai Liang (MK11) and Kitana reacting to a Fem! S/O that is Mexican and can control metal.

MK1 Thomas (Smoke)

Thomas is very interested in your culture.

Based on the story, it seems that Bi-Han is quite controlling so perhaps Thomas doesn’t have much time to study other languages and cultures.

Thomas is also intrigued by your ability to control metal. He discovered this once you accidentally melted his karambit.

Thomas is quite shy around you, so you’ll speak affectionate names in Spanish to him while flooding his with kisses and love.

Speaking of Spanish, (depending if you speak Mexican Spanish or Spain Spanish,) you’ll teach him little bits of Spanish. Thomas loves learning Spanish from you because it’s another language he is not familiar with. (Plus, he’s learning from his S/O 🤭)

Thomas is impressed by your ability to control metal. I would assume almost everything in MK1 is made of metal so you have tons of things to make or reshape.

Sometimes, Thomas requests you make small animals or cool clones of weapons.

Thomas is so adorable so you happily do it for him 🤭

Syzoth (Reptile)

Syzoth is interested in you ability as well. When you first meet, you saved him but couldn’t save his family..

Although, Syzoth appreciated your efforts to save his family and soon fell in love with you.

On your 3rd anniversary, you decided to make metal clones of his family based on his description when he vented to you. He was quite thrilled and he even sobbed in your arms. You controlled his family clones to comfort him.

Ever since, he would sometimes ask you to make his family clones and even tells you what’s accurate and not accurate.

As for you being Mexican, he would be quite interested in you. Since Shang Tsung held him hostage for so many years, he would ask you many questions about your heritage.

Kitana

Kitana would try and introduce your heritage to Outworld (and in MK1, Edenia)

Kitana would learn how (some) Mexicans throw a party. She discovers what a Fiesta is and takes hour studying what it is, what traditional food is served, and what decorations are used.

You can’t help but feel appreciated when Kitana does throw the party and many Edenians rush up to you and ask how to speak your language and what it was like in your place of origin.

Regarding your ability to manipulate metal — if your explaining a certain food or festival item and the people don’t understand, you manipulate the metal to make the item.

Many locals are impressed with your ability as well as Kitana.

Bi-Han (MK1)

Secretly, he finds your ability to control metal intriguing.

Bi-Han is the type to act extremely rude around his S/O because he’s afraid to show his true feelings. Of course, you already know his real feelings.

Also, Bi-Han really likes Hispanic food. He may say it’s disgusting but he’s already on his third plate of empanadas.

You sometimes melt his mask as a joke— saying you want to see his beautiful face and he scolds you. (but he doesn’t really mean it)

Kuai Liang (MK11)

Some random day, you decided it would be a good idea to get Kuai Liang to make a ice ball so you can put metal in it.. it didn’t go so well.

Since the metal you melt is burning hot, you almost accidentally burned his hand off..

You told Kuai Liang he should’ve stopped you and he doesn’t really respond to you.

.. You offer him Glorias and he immediately forgave you 💀 Though, he told you to never do that again.

One thing Kuai Liang likes about you is your culture. He is interested in the parties, the culture, and the food.

He’ll teach his students about your culture, who are also interested.

and that concludes this request. Sorry for being inactive for so long.

(A/N: I’m now realizing you may have meant MK1 Kuai Liang.. sorry.)

req from: @dearsimp

[moriartyluver]

Hello love! I was wondering if I can request angst with comfort/fluff where William’s wife who comes from a noble family and is really confident, (if you’ve watched Modern Family than basically the same personality as Gloria) but one day William and her meet a working class, down to earth, nerdy woman and William finds the woman interesting and doesn’t realize the woman is into him and his wife is just panicking on the inside because she’s worried he’s gonna find the woman more interesting than her and than for the next few weeks the woman visits the manor to talk to William and for those weeks William notices how his wife is really emotionally and physically distant and just seems really upset but she refuses to tell him why because of her high ego (comfort/fluff ending though please!<3)

A/N: I listened to “the other woman” by Lana Del Rey while listening to this 😭. Honestly the reader is so me because my ego is so big that I can’t communicate my feelings lol. Thank you for your request, anon! I’ve decided to name the other lady “Agatha” so I’m sorry if I’ve offended anyone by using that but it’s the only one I could really think of

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem! reader

Prompt: (too lazy to write it out) above^^

Format: oneshot

Genre: angst to fluff

Warnings: reader is female, reader is William’s wife, established relationships, mentions of cheating/adultery, mentions of divorce, reader is a bit of a bitch lol, reader has a big ego, kinda longer than usual, reader has William’s last name , mentions of being punished by God, the other woman is really annoying, some characters are a bit OOC. NOT PROOFREAD SO THERE MAY BE SOME GRAMMATICAL AND SPELLING MISTAKES

When William first met you, you were half expecting him to hate your guts. You knew that he had strong views of equality between classes, genders, races etc. so it was u likely that out of all the people he could love, it would be you.

Your parents raised you to be the best of the best. They would constantly be praising you for your intelligence, which they managed to even get you into university to enhance, your looks, which were praised by all the people you would meet, your personality, your humour, your kindness (despite feeling like you were the most unkind person in the world sometimes) and of course, your strong and independent personality.

Nobody would ever dare to talk down to you because you were a woman, and if they did, they wouldn’t even attempt to again because of how much they feared you.

Evidently, all the praise and achievements you received while you grew up did make you a bit…self centred and somewhat egotistical. It wasn’t like you would go out of your way to tell people “hey I think I’m better than you and you suck so you should just go die!” But instead you always tried your best to be a kind and loving person, despite your sometimes overly confident personality.

When you and William had gotten engaged, which was a surprise to some but others described you to be a power couple, you felt something in your heart soften. You were still equally confident, but there was just something about that beautiful man that calmed your souls so much.

You also were involved in the works of the “Lord of crime” and most of the team admired your strategic thinking and often thought of you as the second in command to William. You would sometimes get into petty arguments with Sebastian and Fred and Louis were a bit scared of you but they all loved you all the same.

So when another woman came into the picture, it didn’t take long for your friends to realise that something was terribly wrong.

You and William ended up meeting a woman who requested your services but strangely enough, she hadn’t asked you to kill anyone. She had only asked for an opportunity to study at Durham University, where William would teach mathematics and you would often visit, the rest of the staff knew you well, and accompany him.

Something about the woman, who you now knew as “Agatha” irritated you. Perhaps it was the way she spoke so much but in such an annoying voice where she prolonged the bed of her sentences.

You noticed that she barely said a word to you but she did think it was appropriate for her to keeping talking about mathematical nonsense, which you understood but you couldn’t help but find that she would keep using incorrect terms or mispronouncing them so frequently.

It was obvious that she was working class and that didn’t seem to annoy you that much but her subtle jabs at noble women, (which you understood, could be very annoying as you had to surround yourself with them almost your entire life) felt ever so slightly targeted at you.

Neither William or Agatha could tell you were rolling you eyes at the latter or muttering something under your breath, and eventually you just got so tired of it all that you lied that you were feeling incredibly ill so you and William could leave earlier.

It didn’t take a genius to realise that William was certainly interested in the woman and you feared it was the same way he was interested in you, or even worse, he was more interested in her than in you.

You were so used to people telling you how truly marvellous you were your entire life but for some reason, you now felt terribly insecure. It was as if that woman had something that you did not. She was fairly down to earth and that was something you struggled with. Sure you could be empathetic but with your confidence, it was difficult to act like she did.

The following weeks, Agatha had the nerve to come by the Moriarty manor and attempt to talk to William. You knew she only wanted to talk to your husband because whenever you would open the door with a glare and then a fake smile shortly after, she would begin stuttering, something that had always been unfamiliar to you as you were great when speaking to others even a large audience, and then turn away when she found out that william wasn’t home. It would often go like this:

Knock knock, The door went.

‘It’s her again, isn’t it? That’s the third time this week..’ you would sigh as you walked to the door. You knew if Louis or anyone else would come to the door, they would invite Agatha to sit down and just wait for william while they let her have some tea. The door swung open and indeed, there she was in all her messy glory.

Your eyes would narrow and turn into a cold glare. It would stay that way for a few seconds while a shiver ran down her spine. You really could be as terrifying as people described “Hello there, Adelaide!” Your cold gaze shifted to a soft smile.

Strangely enough, Adelaide was a name more common in noble women than in working class women. This wasn’t intentional, you just couldn’t remember her as anything but ‘the husband stealer’

“A-Ah, hello there Lady (last name)!” That would just annoy you more.

“Please do not use my maiden name. You may refer to me as Lady (name) Moriarty.” You would tell her with a terrifying smile. “Are you looking for my husband ;Lord Moriarty?”

“I- uh, yes! Is Wi- I mean Lord Moriarty, at home?” Was she seriously calling him by his first name?

“He’s out at the university. I was just going to drop his lunch off for him, he seemed to have forgotten it. If you would like to pass something on, I wouldn’t mind taking a note of anything.” You gestured to the lunchbox in your hand

“N-No-I’ll come by another time! Good bye Lady Moriarty..!!” And then she would run off.

This kept going on for weeks and you reloaded that you were starting to avoid going out, in fear she may meet up with your husband behind your back. You were equally as capable of getting her into Durham university as William was yet she never felt the need to tell you anything.

She was sooo into him and William couldn’t even notice. Or maybe he did? Maybe while you were gone, they would have secret meetings in your absence and she would be flirting with him the entire time and maybe even try to-

Even now, you knew you were being paranoid. William wasn’t one to commit adultery. You knew this, and yet you couldn’t help but stand outside the office door while she and William would converse, just to make sure nothing bad happened. You would never allow the door to be locked in case she would try something.

Sometimes Louis would witness you pressing your ear to the door as he would come to deliver tea to the two. He wasn’t one that was experienced in the world of love, but he could tell you were definitely feeling jealous. Everyone in the manor could feel it.

Albert would joke about you following Agatha to see if she was married to anyone, just so you could alert a potential husband that she was probably intending on divorcing him, (alas, that woman was obviously not even courting anyone.) and Moran would make a few jokes about your obvious jealously.

They would all tell you that you were being paranoid and there wasn’t anything to worry about, but you just couldn’t help but feel sick whenever you came home to see that woman was talking to William in the lounge, on the seat you would sit at.

Eventually you just gave up. You, (name) (last name) Moriarty, had given up.

You couldn’t handle the subtle dirty looks she would give you when you entered the room, or the jokes about you that you would overhear her tell her friends and she was starting to become more bold with her affection to William.

If you were really to lose your beloved husband to that woman, the least you could do for yourself was desensitise yourself to a divorce. You wouldn’t talk to William during this time and if you did, it would just be essential things, such as “a letter came for you today” or “Agatha passed on a message”

At night , you would either completely turn your back to William and shake off his hands from your waist while you lay in bed, or sometimes you would just choose to stay with a friend or your parents, who became terribly worried for your well-being, for the night.

At dinner, you would request that food would be brought to your room (you would tell Louis you were busy and just working on a plan but he wouldn’t buy it for a second. Still, he felt as though he couldn’t say anything because you had chosen to become distant with the others as well as your husband) or you wouldn’t eat at all.

Whenever William would try to talk to you, you gave him short responses and he noticed you didn’t even refer to him with nicknames or anything of the sort. Just his full name.

The manor had become increasingly quiet as you grew more distant. There were no longer arguments between you and Moran and the little giggles as you gossiped with James or you spitting fun facts about flowers with Fred. It felt as if you had died.

That’s when it finally clicked in William. You were upset and he had no idea why.

Communication had always been a slight issue in your marriage. Both you and Liam felt like you couldn’t convey your feelings with one another out of the fear you may be seen as week. You had an incredibly large ego when it came to other people’s perceptions of you and William didn’t like worrying others with his woes.

So when William tried to ask you what was wrong, over and over again, you wouldn’t say anything. You’d only give him a blank stare and internally start yelling at him. How could he not notice why you were upset?! It was obvious that that woman had taken him away from you!

William felt as though he was being punished for something terrible by God himself. He would wake up and feel the warmth of your body had disappeared from beside him. He would eat dinner without the sound of your voice talking to him about whatever seems to interest you that evening. He would go to balls and parties just to notice you didn’t even turn up.

His own mother and father in law couldn’t tell him what was wrong. They had gotten the impression that he had left their own wonderful daughter for some average working class lady and your father would refuse to talk to him while your mother would only look at him somewhat sympathetically but wouldn’t tell him a thing either.

Now noticing that you were starting to leave his life, Agatha had started to turn up at the manor more often and for longer periods of time too.

The others noticed this. She wouldn’t get warm greetings from Moran and James or be gifted a flower occasionally by Fred. Even Louis wouldn’t take the nicest tea up for the two of them anymore and it was quite obvious that the other were disappointed with William for not recognising the problem despite being a genius and had all grown to dislike Agatha more than you did. You told them all personally to not bother being unkind towards William because of this (not like they were planning on it) so they didn’t even tell William anything either out of fear they may start getting upset with him.

William was almost entirely clueless until one day came the time that Agatha would visit for the last time.

They had both been sat in William’s office, talking about various academic subjects while drinking tea. William didn’t feel as happy talking to the girl with the mental torture of not having you around anymore, so he felt a little less enthusiastic than usual. Agatha continued talking to William, getting more affectionate with him until eventually, she decided to tell him how she felt.

“Will,” She said “I think I have feelings for you, I have for a long time…it’s just I never had the opportunity to tell you with your wife being around all the time. Now that’s she’s gone-“

That’s when it finally hit him. You were upset with him because you thought that there was something going on between both him and Agatha, even though she was at least 5 years younger that him and not as nearly as perfect as you were.

“I apologise, Miss Jones, but I don’t feel the same way,” Agatha was stunned. How could he not have felt the same way when his wife was finally out of the picture? “And please do not talk about Lady Moriarty like that. I’m asking you to leave as soon as you can.”

She picked up her things and left for good. As she stormed out with a few tears welling up in her eyes and slamming the door, the Moriarty Manor was finally at rest. A couple of smiles threatened to form on both Moran’s and Bonde’s faces while Louis sighed a sigh of relief.

If it were possible to feel more guilty than he already did, then that is how William felt at that moment. How could he not have noticed? How could he have been so foolish? Of course you didn’t want to talk to him, he couldn’t blame you in the slightest.

You were barely ever around anymore, usually at a friends house or your parent’s. You had even been planning on leaving to stay with your parents for good that night but had to come back and pack your things. You had arrived to do so just as Agatha was leaving, and noticed the tears in her eyes while she glared at you in annoyance. What on earth had occurred here?

When you opened the door, everyone greeted you with a smile while you stood in confusion. Were they trying to humiliate you further?

You tried to brush it off and went to your bedroom to go and get all your remaining things before leaving for good. You eventually came across a photograph that had been taken at your wedding with William. He was looking at you so lovingly and you seemed so happy to be marrying a man like him. That’s when the tears just started flowing and they continued to flow until you were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“(Name)?”

You turned your head to face the entrance to your shared bedroom. There stood the tall blonde man from the photograph.

“William?”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He knelt down and cupped your cheeks in his hands then pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Just when you thought things couldn’t get more confusing.

His tears mixed with yours as you kissed him back, unaware of what sparked his affection but melting into it anyways. After a few seconds or so, you pulled away, so much more confused than when you entered the place you once called home.

“I understand if you never forgive me, my love, but I’m terribly sorry for how I’ve been treating you as of late,” he told you as you opened your mouth to speak “I promise you, nothing had ever gone on between her and I. I’ve only ever had feelings for you-“

He was interrupted by you kissing him once more then pulling away with a melancholy smile.

“I believe you, darling,” you said “I think it was partially my fault for allowing my ego to stop me from informing you of my own worries.”

“So you won’t be leaving us then?” You chuckled at this. You certainly missed how needy and clingy he could be in the privacy of your own bedroom, and nobody would ever see just how affectionate he was. He held you in his arms, waiting for a response.

“I won’t be leaving you any time soon, pretty boy,” you kissed his pink cheeks “even if I were a ghost, I’d stay by you till the end of time.”