#every girl needs a mushroom dress

[annatateson]

Childhood Characters Redraw!

These are two characters I drew when I was maybe 13 or 12... maybe younger, idk? I want to redraw some of the characters I drew while growing up and I chose these two to start with because, although they're some of the more simple designs I drew (I drew some pretty crazy outfits that I'm excited to redraw), they are some of the first queer characters I created and I wanted to draw them being girlfriends together!

Their names are Nadia and Leah!

[drewsbuzzcut]

It’s A Craving

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: smut (some daddy kink bc I couldn’t help myself) and alcohol consumption, mentions throwing up

Takes places May 2024

“Look at you, pretty girl,” Mat says, coming up behind you and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

You squeal in delight, body warming up by Mat’s body heat seeping through the material of your silk robe. His thick arm wraps around your waist, and his hand spreads out over the length of your abdomen which further makes you heat up.

“I’m not even dressed yet,” you sigh and melt into his sturdy chest.

Today is Mat’s birthday and tonight you’re attending a joint birthday party for him and yourself as your birthday just passed. You were in the middle of getting ready when Mat invaded your space, so now only your hair and makeup are done while your almost naked body is being caressed by your man. Not that you mind anyways.

“Even better,” he whispers hotly in your ear. The lingering scent of his previous glass of whiskey sends a chill down your spine and makes your toes curl. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoying tasting it on his tongue. You tilt your head back and grasp his chin, so you can slot your lips between his. His grip on you tightens as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

You suck and hum around his tongue, enjoying the whiskey on your tastebuds. You press your ass into his groin, smirking against his lips when a moan is shared between your mouths.

“I’m so wet right now,” you whimper as you guide his hand underneath your robe and to your hot and wanting core.

Mat’s chest thunders against your back and you can feel his cock start to harden. His hand is still firmly attached to your body, but all too soon a finger finds its way between your folds. He collects every drop of your arousal and works it up to your clit, slowly massaging circles into your bud.

“Fuck. Is all this for me?” He asks, voice husky and so sexy. You want to respond, but he pumps a finger into you which makes all rational thought cease to exist. Any thought that’s to be voiced simply disappears into oblivion.

Throwing an arm behind you, you grip the curls at the nape of his neck. You need to anchor yourself down before you dissipate with the rest of your thoughts.

“I can feel your little pussy squeezing my fingers, baby. I can feel your wetness dripping down my hand,” your boyfriend groans and continues to fuck his fingers into your g spot.

“Oh my god. I’m going to cum,” you choke out. Your body vibrates as your orgasm lingers, waiting to rock through your body.

“Sorry, you’re going to have to wait,” Mat huffs out. You hear the clink of his belt buckle coming undone, which you guess he was doing with one hand. And now that you think about it, you wish you could’ve seen him pull down his black pants with one hand. You’re sure it was a hot sight.

Mat ripping off his clothes in a wanton haze keeps you momentarily distracted from the fact that he just slipped his fingers out of you.

“What?” You mutter once your fogged up head clears up, but quickly grow silent when Mat drags you to the nearest flat surface that just so happens to be a window.

He presses your hips into the cool glass and works the rest of his pants down so that they pool at his ankles. He moves closer to you, loops his arms through your legs and hauls you up. His arms are under your thighs and you reach for his length to slip him in. A gasp falls from both of your mouths simultaneously as you both adjust to each other. Mat has to focus on not coming too soon from how tight you are, and you have to adjust to the yummy stretch.

Mat’s hands find your hips and slowly work you up and down on his cock. His mushroomed tip massages your fluttering walls, dragging out the beginning stages of your pleasure- building that fire deep inside of you.

“Just like that,” you moan, your hands grappling at the hockey player’s muscles. You attempt to wrap your legs around his waist, but you can’t with how firmly he holds you.

“You like that, baby?” He groans, snapping his hips so the tip of his cock hits the deepest parts of you. You shiver when he fully sheaths himself inside of you, but you still welcome the feeling of being full.

His voice drips in honey and his hazel eyes have turned into the richest coffee. He’s never been one to be able to easily hide his arousal. Whenever he’s in the mood, you can tell the second he enters a room.

“You feel so good,” you hum and pull your body closer to him. Your breasts press into his chest and your nipples harden under the heat of his skin.

You wrap your arms around his neck and continue to move your hips up and down. Your blood is pounding in your ears, but it’s mostly covered by the sounds of Mat’s balls slapping against your ass. Eventually your pace falls apart, but your boyfriend’s strength keeps you moving as your orgasm slowly comes forward. Your body is already starting to shake and you can feel your walls clench around him. It doesn’t take long for the knot to form in your stomach and for your vision to start to blur.

“I can feel your tight pussy squeezing me. You like my cock, baby? You like the way I’m making you feel?”

You try not to let his words bleed into your system, because if you do, you’ll have no control over your impending orgasm. You want to at least feel the fire rush through your veins rather than blacking out from the pleasure.

“Yes,” you nearly shout.

You bounce harder and faster on his length, your arousal dripping down his shaft as you grip him tightly. Mat closes his eyes in bliss and lets his head fall back. You grip his chin and make sure his eyes are locked on yours. There’s nothing you enjoy more than him watching you take his cock. You demand his full attention always. His lips part, his eyes glaze over, and a furious flush rises from his chest up to his neck. You can’t help but attach your lips to his pulse point, sucking along to the beat of his heart.

“Come inside of me, daddy,” you whisper in his ear and nip at his earlobe.

Feeling his mind burst into flames, he slams you into the window. His hands brace himself on the cool glass as he bucks his cock harder into your dripping pussy. You wrap your legs around his waist and drop your hips to match his thrusts. Your fingers dig into his hair, wrapping around the strands and tugging.

“Say it again,” Mat demands, a hand wrapping around the back of your neck so he can crash his lips into yours.

“You feel so fucking good, daddy. I want you to cum in me,” you whimper into the kiss, your mouth falling from his as you take your lip between your teeth.

The pleasure burns in your belly and makes you writhe against his body. The air around you runs thick and both of your breaths mingle together.

“Fuck,” he groans as he empties himself inside of you. Your hands wander down the thick muscles in his back, feeling the way they tense and relax with his body-tingling orgasm.

“Yes, just like that,” you say as he starts to rock into you again. Just because he came first, doesn’t mean he’ll leave you unsatisfied. He’ll always be focused on your pleasure no matter what.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Make a mess on my cock.” He’s back to bouncing you on his shaft.

His brazen words, the squelching sound of wet skin hitting, and the way he pounds into you has you falling deep into the abyss. Every nerve ending of yours explodes with passion.

“I’m gonna cum,” you announce as everything around you starts to grow warm and fuzzy.

After a few more strokes, you’re crying around a moan and pressing yourself into his body. You tightly wrap your arms around his neck, so he can hold you while your release works its way from your head to your toes.

Mat works you through your orgasm, and your slick walls keep him inside of you with a vice grip. You try to focus on his lips kissing your skin and his whispers of affection along your skin, but all you can feel is his length keeping both of your releases lodged inside of you.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur while caressing his cheek. You gently place your forehead on his and hold each other while the thrum of your heartbeat knocks against his.

“Not as beautiful as you.” Mat gently sets you down on your feet, his hands holding your sides to keep you steady.

“I love you.” Your eyes hold onto his, an overjoyed smile taking over your features.

“I love you,” is stated into the skin of your collarbones. It makes you squeal and jump back into his arms. You’ll never get used to the swarms of butterflies that freely roam in your stomach whenever you’re with Mat.

-

The alcohol is flowing, the company is great, and the loud music does a great job at keeping you company while Mat obtains your next round of drinks.

The night has been so much fun and you’re glad that the party is still going even though it’s nearly 2 a.m. Although right now you’re in a secluded corner, you have no problem watching your friends have the time of their lives. The corners of your lips lift in a small smile at their inebriated states and their loud shouting along to the song playing. You may be quiet at the moment, but just earlier you were bumping and grinding with Mat on the dance floor. He had your hips in his hands while you both swayed to the beat of the music. His chest was plastered to your back and his lips never left your neck. You’re more than positive that there are some small hickeys painting your skin. Your skin burns in the memory of his touch and you can’t fight the smug smirk off your face.

“You’re so sexy. I swear I’m the luckiest man of earth,” you hear Mat’s voice cut through the music. His voice is heavy with need and his eyes are practically pleading.

You shoot him a grin and happily accept your vodka and red bull from his hand.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you sigh and wrap an arm around his neck, unintentionally pushing your boobs in his face.

Your sweet boyfriend watches you with heart eyes as you flip your hair over your shoulder and your fingers fiddle with his shirt.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Mat asks after a sip of his beer. His eyes bore into yours and pour out every ounce of love that he has for you in his body. His only available hand falls to your waist and scoots you closer to him.

“You tell me all the time, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” you respond with a hand on his chest, your finger poking through the opening in between the buttons and touching his bare skin. You bat your eyelashes at him and nibble on your lip, knowing it makes him weak in the knees.

“I love you so much, pretty girl. You’re it for me,” he whispers close to your ear, making chills roll out on your body.

“I love you more,” you say and seal it with a kiss.

“You’re the love of my life and that’ll never change,” you mutter into the kiss, pulling your mouth from his so you can rest your forehead on his.

You both take a moment to share each other’s air without having your lips locked. In this one moment the music lowers and everyone around you disappears into the darkness. The glowing strobe lights only shine on the both of you, allowing your love to radiate throughout the room.

“Baby,” Mat hums, his nose nudging at your throat.

“Yes.”

“I’m really horny,” he giggles, looking at you with his eyes crinkled and his signature toothy smile.

You let out a laugh and cup his cheeks, so you can stare at his happy state. The hockey season has been a rough one, so it’s nice to see him let loose.

“I can tell, hotshot,” you muse with a tilt of your head. His eyes are glossy, his hands won’t leave your body, and he can’t stop staring at your lips. Not to mention how clingy he is. Mat is extra clingy when he’s drinking and when he’s horny.

“You’re sexy,” he hums once again.

Before you can respond, his face falls into the valley of your boobs. His lips attack your skin and he nuzzles his face between your breasts. Every now and then his tongue will sneak out and he’ll suck on you until you let out a whimper.

“I think you should take me home,” you moan into his ear and suck his earlobe into your mouth.

“Yes ma’am,” he easily agrees with a smack to each of your ass cheeks.

-

The walk home was mostly uneventful. Mat was yapping about how good you look and you would stop him every few blocks to give him a very raunchy kiss.

When you did finally get home, Mat made you wait on his bed while he got himself situated in the restroom. Planning ahead, you decided to strip off every single item of clothing that had donned your body. You’re now spread out on his bed, the sheets twisting between your fingers.

“Okay! Okay, I’m ready!” Mat cheers as he jogs out of the restroom.

“Ready for what exactly?” You ask, your eyes peering at him curiously.

“A late birthday present,” he says as he turns on some music. Billie Eilish’s newest song “Lunch” filters through the silence.

You cock an eyebrow at your boyfriend when he starts to slowly unbutton his button up, his eyes glued on yours. With each button that comes undone, the more excited you get to see his chiseled chest and abs. When his shirt meets the floor he gives you a little wiggle of his hips. He tries to move in sync with the song, but he’s a little weighed down by the alcohol. You don’t care, though; you’re very much enjoying the show.

“You’re so sexy, Barzy,” you say with a sultry lilt to your voice.

You lift yourself up and crawl to the end of the bed where he’s located. When you rise to lean on your knees, Mat’s chest and neck grow vibrant red and his eyes flit back and forth between your face and bare boobs. His lips open and close and no words are able to form on his tongue. After a long pause he shakes his head and continues his little striptease.

As he’s pushing down his pants, he trips over them and lands on his ass with a thud. A startled gasp leaves your mouth and you have to try your hardest not to laugh at the hockey player. He’s on the floor with a pout and his puppy dog eyes.

“You’re naked,” he points out as he stares at the ceiling.

“You just noticed?” It comes out in a playful scoff.

“No, I just couldn’t form any words to express my satisfaction,” he mumbles and looks back at your naked form.

“Hmm okay.” You watch him clumsily get up and stumble as he kicks off his pants.

Once he’s just in his underwear, he takes a deep breath before exhaling. He has his hands on his hips and he looks like an exhausted father.

“Are you going to continue?” You question, sitting up on the mattress.

He gives you a sluggish head shake. Next thing you know he’s lazily throwing his body on top of yours. His head lands on your stomach and he tries to tangle his legs with yours.

“I’m so embarrassed,” Mat groans and tries to dig his face into your skin.

With a furrowed brow, you think about why he feels embarrassed.

“Why, baby?”

“I’m like, really drunk,” he explains and you massage his scalp and rub his back.

You’re still slightly confused, because it’s not like you’ve never seen him drunk before. You’ve seen Mat in almost every type of scenario, so you’re not sure where this embarrassment is stemming from. All you know is that he’s your baby and you’re going to take care of him.

“Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?”

“No. I’m hard, though,” he says and you laugh at his efforts to get laid. It’s not happening tonight, though.

“As much as I’d love to be dicked down, you’re too drunk right now. You’d never have sex with me like that and I’m not about to do it either, hotshot,” you whisper and kiss his head.

“Well, I guess there’s always tomorrow,” he says with a shrug.

“I guess so. I love you, Barzy.” You lie back and let him adjust himself so his head is on your chest.

He leans up and presses his lips to yours, staying there for a few minutes before he rests his head over your chest again.

“I love you.” His words are low and soft, and in the matter of seconds he’s asleep.

a/n: I honestly don’t know how to feel about this. It’s a bunch of little ideas I had put into one piece. It’s honestly self fulfilling, but I do wish it were better🥴 I hope you all enjoy!

[talkbycolor]

me and my husband

A/N; wholesome old fashioned marriage in 1950, ITS 5AM I DIDNT SEELP ALL NITH

Pairing; "Mychael" x AFAB!Reader

CW; fluff / this is a what if MC stayed willingly on the forest, forgetting about the cat, his job and everything / reader is called wife and wears dresses but that doesnt mean its a woman (to my transmasc fellas (probably only me)) / this made me feel like inside a disney old movie / mawar, sansuyu and primrose are kinda like their babies / cute implied sex

The morning was as beautiful and warm as your heart, the sun's rays came through the windows while you combed your hair in front of the mirror, you could hear the morning song of the birds echoing from outside, the aroma of the forest was fresh, like a delicious mint tea in the morning, ready to brighten your day.

"Honey, Mychael, are you awake?" You asked as you looked at the green-tinted body next to you, the non-human boy only letting out a few muffled sounds, trying to sweep the dream away from himself.

"Good morning, firefly" Mychael said in a lazy tone, he opened two of his four eyes before leaning down to kiss your lips, morning breath was not a problem when it came to showing how much he loved you.

"I'm going to make breakfast, can you feed the girls?" Even though it was a question you were already standing up to put on a coat and head to the kitchen.

Mychael imitated you by standing up and putting on a coat, it would soon be winter and the weather was already starting to change, but that was okay! It meant you could be the little spoon when giving yourself nightly cuddles with your husband.

Ah, husband, that word sounded so nice.

Not long ago you told Mychael about what marriage was and the emotional meaning it carried, how that made you "officially" a family, so to speak.

Your wedding was in the garden, Marmar, Sunny and Rosie were present of course, Mychael walked you back to the city to get a beautiful white suit and veil, you looked so beautiful that day, Mychael made sure to repeat it every second and make you feel like the most esteemed jewel in the world.

You could still remember how your mother told you things about maturity, how sweet life would be once you found your loved one and shared a life together until death do you part.

Mychael was that, your loved one, a boy with a heart of gold who only loved you.

And to his three girls, of course, Mawar, Sansuyu and Primrose, since that day, every moment has felt so fresh and pure, like tasting paradise, swimming in clouds, sobbing stars.

And Michael? Oh, it was so adorable to see how he did anything for your comfort, you were his beloved pearl, his old-fashioned lover who loved naps by the fireplace and telling stories about his life.

If chickens could talk, they would say that you look at Mychael with radiant love in your eyes and he does the same.

While you were washing the vegetables for breakfast you heard Mychael entering back into the cabin after feeding the chickens and checking the crops. He approached humming a song, the same one he played for you for the first time on his kalimba, his hands wandering. over his hips and moved playfully from side to side, inviting you to dance with him.

"Come on sweetie, don't you want to dance with your husband for a moment?" He whispered in your ear, his hands took yours to force you to stop working and turn to look at him.

Yes, he didn't look human but that doesn't mean he wasn't attractive.

Your hand went up to caress the strange mushroom-patterned horn on his head, causing your husband to purr, it was so cute to see him so comfortable next to you, with you, with the life they had.

You left your job behind, his old home, but you wouldn't change anything you have now, a quiet and domestic life was all you needed.

Both bodies moved through the kitchen, spinning to the rhythm of Mychael's humming, the home was so cozy that the cold seemed nonexistent.

Despite still being a little numb from just waking up, you interrupted his humming to sing, it's not like you had the best voice and it was actually kind of embarrassing, but when you're in love, who doesn't do the cheesiest things? You laughed a little at how happy it made you to dance alongside your husband.

"Hey, hey, hey, lover… you don't have to be a star, hey, hey, hey, lover… I love you just the way you are" Your cheeks burned with grief but that didn't stop you from smiling, Mychael leaned in to gather his forehead with yours as he enjoyed the moment with you.

Being with you made him the happiest man in the world.

"My wife is so sweet, you make me so happy, firefly" he whispered as one pair of eyes watched you, the other pair was closed as he savored the dance with you, he pulled your hips to cling to his body even more. "My beautiful wife, my beloved is so alluring, so charming, so wonderful, stunning, breathtaking" Receiving compliments from your man was always so pleasant, if you could purr like him you surely would.

"You look so alluring wearing that flowery apron" He commented with a mischievous smile, Mychael was a bit cocky by nature and loved to tease you.

He knew you liked that.

You both cooed at each other for a long time until your stomach growled, demanding food, you couldn't ignore the routine anymore so you both got to work on breakfast.

It was such a complete love, such a full life, such a happy heart.

After having breakfast you made sure to take good care of Marmar, Sunny and Rosie, that the field was in perfect condition, and clean the cabin. Mychael had gone out to bring a few things that were missing from the home, such as more firewood, meat for dinner and some pipes to install the drainage system in the bathroom, it was almost ready.

Not every day was the same, sometimes they had time to spare and they would settle down together in front of the fireplace, go for a walk through the most relaxing areas of the forest, or cuddle the chickens.

"Honey, wifey" Your husband's voice rang, he was knitting new wool sweaters since it would soon be winter. You walked over to your husband to snuggle up next to him, the atmosphere making your eyes feel heavy.

"Tired, firefly?" Mychael asked, just watching you pout and bat your eyelashes was enough to have the green-skinned boy carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, it always worked so you didn't help but let out a malicious giggle.

Things in bed were also fun, you were both passionate and loved each other intensely.

"I love you so much, Mychael, I want you to lull me, drown me, crush me…" You asked him in a whisper despite being the only ones in the cabin, the warm atmosphere of the home protected them, You were in the dark, the sounds of the forest setting their act of love. "My husband is so good, he knows how to make me feel so good, so desired" You confessed to him with a blush on your cheeks, saying what you felt so openly (maybe even a little bold) was still something that made you nervous.

"Thank you for coming into my life, dear" The seriousness with which he said those words carried so much feeling, he gave you a sad smile, you knew that Mychael was alone before he met you… very, very alone. "You always fill my heart with so much joy, knowing that you are mine... I feel so loved and… I want to make you feel loved, I am completely devoted to you, firefly, your wishes are my commands"

You were both sighing under the sheets, exhausted by their recent act, bodies so close together that they seemed to melt into each other as they enjoyed the other's heat.

"I love you"

"I love you"

You both laughed, sharing a loving kiss before falling asleep.

♡

[moodymisty]

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: Send help. Send a therapist I don’t know I just need some form of mental health assistance.

Relationships: Typhus/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW (god save me), Disgusting Nurgle stuff, Fingering, Like 72 degrees of unsafe sex, Implied sex pollen/aphrodisiac, Noncon, Stockholm syndrome, Tentacles,

It’s a massive room, at one point it might have been a cathedral; To Mortarion, to the Emperor, or who else else the Death Guard worshiped before falling to Nurgle. Slime leaks from the walls and rusts away at the metal, eating holes in piping and supports alike. Tentacles, spores and other types of biomass litter it, with little botflies fluttering about. What they're doing you don't know, but they catch your eye every now and again.

It's not as if you can do much else. He's taken your hope, your energy, your home.

In the center of all this rot and decay is your place; A flowerbed of sickly blossoms and blooms, moss and mushrooms all infected by Nurgle.

A beautiful flowerbed for his own little Isha, Calas had said. Though he’s no longer Calas, is he? Typhon has become Typhus, and you've become prisoner.

You now lay on your bed of rotten blooms, picking at flower petals. You can’t escape him- even if you escaped this massive rotten cathedral, where would you go? This ship is his, and you’re deep in what is now heretic space.

He won’t let you die; He won’t let you leave. Bare skin lays against the sticky moss, spores brushing against you.

He’d taken your clothes after the last time, other than the thin cloth that serves as a near useless, dress. You suppose he finds a sort of elegance to it- a maiden in white amidst a pit of disgust. Another parallel to Isha. He's been meticulous in recreating it all so he has his own glimmer of light betwixt a defiled cathedral and a ship of the most putrid diseases.

You can only lay hopeless, displayed on your flowerbed underneath corruption forming a mockery of trees with budded flowers, rotten petals falling to the floor. Typhus’ own altar to whatever desires he has in his head.

Suddenly movement causes you to raise upward, restoring your sanity and consciousness. You’ve never heard even close to this much noise before, not even when the Death Guard were forming up to invade a poor, hopeless planet.

“In here!”

You turn your head to the massive cathedral doors, watching them shake before giving way and pushing apart with loud creaking. Your heart pounds in your chest with more hope than you’ve ever had before, at the sight.

It’s Astartes! A squad of them. You don’t know where they’re from or what they’re doing here, but they’re here to save you from this. Save you from him. To finally either pull you from this rotten ship or kill you here, and finally end this state of undeath Typhus has you lingering in.

One of the Astartes comes closer and reaches for you, and you weakly reach out a hand for him. You try to touch it, but you don’t make contact; it’s like your hand nearly falls through.

“What happened?”

He says, and you wish you had the ability to explain. How Calas has changed, the ship becoming nothing more than a vessel of disgust and disease.

“Help me,” You weakly say, but it feels like you’re trying to speak underwater.

Where did the other Astartes disappear to?

The marine’s armored hand reaches down to grasp your bare arm, and you think you hear him say your name. But how would he know it?

He says it again, and again…

And then your body jolts, legs straightening as your eyes open. Your lips part as you gasp, taking in so deep a breath you almost choke on the air.

“There you are, my girl.”

The man once called Calas looks over you while on his knee, the grill of his helmet hiding what is left of his face.

You’ve seen it; How the Nurgle infection has eaten away at his skin, changing was left to sickly yellow, green and purple. His armor seems entangled with his flesh, becoming one and the same. His appearance horrifies you, and makes you yearn for what once was.

“Were you having a nightmare?”

His rusted gauntlet scrapes across your skin, nicking your cheek. You try to avoid shivering, hands pressing against the ground below you.

It wasn’t a nightmare, it was the brightest glimpse of hope you had since Typhus doomed all of the Death Guard, and it was little more than your imagination.

“My sweet girl, you were asking for help.”

His hand drifts from your face, you wonder why it smells sweet, down your neck then the rest of your body and you whimper, trying to move away from him. His armor feels warm like it's almost alive, and perhaps it is- they're one and the same now.

His massive gauntlet slips between your legs, armored fingers diving between your folds as you writhe and attempt to pull away from him.

“I can grant your every desire much like grandfather does with Isha, you only need to let me in.”

He already is in; You feel his rusted gauntlet prod at your entrance. Your whimper and push at him, in some futile attempt to escape.

“Stop, please stop,”

Calas- Typhus, forces his armor finger into you and feels the way you tighten, pressing your hips down into the mossy flowerbed. Tears prick your eyes as you feel him sink into you deep, cold armor pressing against your cunt.

“You don’t want me to stop; I can smell you. The honey you’re making.”

You want him to stop, you want your skin to stop buzzing and heating up, as you feel your body begin to betray you. The flowers, the spores, Typhus himself, you don't know what he does that makes you lose control over yourself, but you hate every moment of it. It makes tears roll down your cheeks as your stomach tightens in knots over the feeling of his now two fingers deep inside of you, the palm of his gauntlet pushing against your clit.

“Please…. Stop…”

You try to turn away from him but his other hand grasps your jaw, turning you right back. Your body feels so hot, you can feel the brushing of little tentacles across your inner thighs, your breasts, your neck. Whether they’re from him or the flowerbed you don’t know, but they only serve to spark trails of fire as your body heats up like a furnace.

Typhus removes his hand from your cunt to push your thighs wider apart, the bottoms of your feet almost touching. They stay fallen apart, and your hands reach down to grasp at his decayed gauntlet as he pushes his fingers back into you.

Just finish, give him what he wants and then he'll leave. Ignore how good he makes you feel.

He hears you let out a whimper, finally broken. He laughs, the fingers of his other hand stroking your cheek.

“Good girl, just let me gift you all that you desire.”

You can hear the wet squelches of your own cunt as you leak over his rusted, decayed armor, weeping for more without your permission. You can hear in the back of your mind the no no no no no, but it's so chained by whatever sweet scent had filled your nostrils that you can't touch it.

You just want to be filled, by anything.

Your thoughts become your own for a moment as you feel how much you hate when he does this; It’s like your body and mind detach and you can no longer control yourself.

Your hands grasp his gauntlet tighter and try to pull him closer, arch closer to him, begging for more. The disgust of mushrooms and slime and rotten petals falling on your skin fades as he fills your mind with nothing but forced desire for him.

“It took Isha many years to realize Grandfather was her savior,” He pulls his fingers from your tight heat to tease your clit and make you gasp, before sinking them into you again. Your hips jerk upwards, tears in your eyes from how much you want this and how much you don’t want this. “And now you see, as well.”

You feel the tickle of flies landing on your skin, it makes you want to vomit. They always hover around him like he has a gravitational pull.

You cum against his hand as he thrusts his armored fingers deep into you, crying out with a voice now hoarse from your whimpers and cries. He hums pleased behind his helm, as you lay limp in front of him. Your inner thighs are slick, and you feel something tickle against them that isn't his hand.

He pulls his soaked hand from between your thighs, putting it on your stomach as his other hand slips underneath your shoulderblades. He raises you slightly up off the flowerbed removing his hand from your stomach to take off his helmet.

You want to look away, to preserve the memory of Calas. But he’s gone, rotted away. You feel his hand cup your jaw to force you to look at him, your lips brushing against his dried, rotten mouth.

His hand returns to your stomach again.

“My beautiful little flower in her beautiful little garden; Begging to be pollinated.” You feel your mind returning from its foggy state and you weakly kick your legs wanting to get away.

“You are in bloom, my beautiful little flower. I can’t wait to make so many more.”

[ediet-the-right-way]

Sharing from my meal plan Notes to those who need ✨

New Plan - Calories

No Snacks Between Meals

No Grazing

Eat without distraction / Mindfully Eat (when kids are asleep, when you don’t have to get up every ten seconds)

Eat One Bit at a time

Chew each bite 20-30x

Start fast at 5pm / 6pm

End fast at 11am/12pm next day if possible

5 hour eating window, 2 meals a day with 1 snack or 3 meals. Plan emergency snack.

Tea Between Meals

Sleep by 7/8p

Avoid Food Noise

Drink tea

Exercise

Make a protein shake with a lot of ice

Take a bath

Shower / do hair

Prep foods for next day using bento boxes.

Eat at the same time every day. don’t destroy a good routine.

Everything you eat at work, eat the same way at home

If doing Low Carb / Keto

Pre: I’ve never had a good run with keto but for those of you who are trying it, follow guidelines below.

Stay under 1100-1000 Calories

Boiled egg with shrimp

BLT Salad from Keto Cook Book (Lettuce in lieu of bread)

Veggie Egg and Cheese Bake

Examples:

Breakfast: Start at 12p: 470

1 cup egg whites - 133

with S/P/Garlic Powder

1 Egg - 70

2 ozFeta - 80

5 Cherry Tomatoes - 17

Sautéed mushroom and Onion - 50

- OR -

Meal: (Keto) 430

6 oz Steak - 240

1 Egg - 70

1oz Feta - 40

15 Spears Asparagus - 60

4 Cherry Tomatoes - 20

Meal: (Keto) - 367

Salmon - 280

Asparagus - 27

Meal 2: 323

2 Cups Salad Greens - 20

1 tbs skinny girl dressing - 5

4 Cherry tomatoes - 20

1 Cup Shredded Chicken - 170

1/4 Avocado - 58

1 oz Feta - 40

Meal:

2 Turkey Roll Ups

Tomato and 1/2 Avocado Salad

1 Egg

2 Sweet Peppers

With cream cheese

- OR -

Meal: 460

Cottage Cheese Flatbread Pizza

* 1 Cup Cottage Cheese - 180

* 2 Eggs - 140

* Mix , Bake at 350 for 40min

* 2 tbs Pizza Sauce - 40

* Mozzarella or Violife Cheese - 100

- OR -

Meal: 352

2 Cups Salad Greens - 20

1 tbs skinny girl dressing - 5

6 Cherry tomatoes - 20

1/2 Cup Shredded Chicken - 85

1/2 Avocado - 100

1oz Feta - 40

1/4 cup Blueberries - 10

1/4 Cup Strawberries - 12

1/2 tbs Dark Chocolate Chips - 50

Pickled Onions - 10

Snack: Protein Shake

* 1 Scoop Protein Powder - 80

* 2 Tbs PB2 - 60

* 1 Cup Almond Milk - 30

* Ice - 0

-OR-

* 1 tbs Peanut Butter - 98

* Smashed Berries - 50

* On Toast (Dave’s Killer Bread) - 60

- OR -

Pick from one:

My ask is always Open if you need meal ideas ✨

[natashaslesbian]

Autumn Air

Summary: You’re having a rough morning but Natasha is there to help you through it

Word Count: 744

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Autistic!Reader)

Flufffyyyy

Warnings/Content: Non-Verbal reader, sensory issues

•A/N: Not every autistic person struggles the same way, this is written based of my struggles and experiences with my autism•

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The cool breeze brought you slowly out of your slumber, the morning sun seeped through the gap in the curtains. You pulled your weighted blanket up to your chin and felt the familiar pressure of your girlfriends frame against your back. You guessed it was still early, listening to the birds singing outside and the gentle hum of the morning commuters. You rested your eyes for a few extra moments, waiting for Natasha’s 7am alarm. The time slipped away as a gentle patter of rain settled against the glass, lulling you back into a comfortable sleep. A smooth rake against your scalp led you back to an awoken state, the familiar fingertips you loved so much drew patterns through your silk hair. The day was brighter by now, you could feel the ache behind your eyes and craved for the darkness to return. “Y/n baby?” Natasha whispered as she felt you tense up. You rolled your body to face her and silently tucked your face into her neck, she gave you the perfect amount of pressure she knew you needed. “Good morning beautiful” your girlfriend hushed under he breath. Natasha began swaying with a gentle rhythm and the two of you laid silently for a just a little while longer. You felt the change in your brain and pushed against the widow, who immediately released you from her grip. You pushed the weight of your blanket down to your ankles and returned to your side of the bed. Natasha took the opportunity to start her day, quickly drawing the curtains to cover the stream of light over your eyes, your eyebrows relaxed and you hummed contently.

After a quick shower, Nat came back to your side, kneeling across the carpet to ensure you had plenty of space “y/n?” She whispered, your eyes peeling open to reveal her green ones “there’s my girl, do you want some breakfast” she said as she laid her hand atop the mattress, you instantly slotted yours into her soft skin still not giving her an answer. Natasha understood perfectly “are you feeling non verbal darling?” She asked “squeeze once for yes and two for no” you squeezed her hand once “that’s okay sweetheart, do you want to be touched right now?” You squeezed once again and your girlfriend waisted no time in laying a gentle kiss on your forehead and draping her spare arm across your ribs. “Ok last question sweetheart, are you hungry?” You pondered for a moment then squeezed three times “would you like some soup? Something easier than solids?” You couldn’t have a better girlfriend, Natasha understood you in a way no one else ever would. You squeezed once but didn’t quite manage to release her when she announced her departure to begin breakfast. “Do you want me to hold you for a while?” You quickly squeezed her soft hand once, and the redhead instantly climbed back into bed with you even though she was dressed and ready for the day. Natasha would do anything for you.

Your senses were on high alert, so the smell of mushroom soup once again brought you out of your slumber, you hadn’t meant to fall asleep again but your overwhelmed brain was just so tired “sorry baby I didn’t mean to wake you” Nat gently placed your soup atop the bedside table where you studied it for a moment. You couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up, the thought of having to eat so distressing knowing you were going to feel each mouthful swirl around your teeth and scrape down your throat. Soft manicured fingers swiped away your stray tears as your girlfriend came back into view “I know sweetheart, it’s ok. Do you think you could just try a little bit? You know I don’t like my moody hungry girl” she joked as she helped you move into a seated position. If the noise coming from your stomach was anything to go by, you both knew that you were hungry so you promised yourself to try your absolute best, and you definitely did. “Good job sweet girl” Natasha kissed your hairline as you swallowed the last spoonful “I’m so proud of you. Always so proud of you” you shyly smiled back at her as the two of you sunk back into the bed. You pushed your face into the crook of her neck and laid three gentle kisses to her skin “I love you too y/n”

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Wish I had a Natasha :/

[kepnerandavery]

My favourite quotes from On the Way to the Wedding..

1. “It was only a matter of time before he, too, found the woman of his dreams and settled down to be fruitful, multiply, and take on such baffling hobbies as papier-mâché and the collection of nutmeg graters.”

Nutmeg Graters?? I can’t 😂

2. “Where is the scintillating Lord Bridgerton?” he asked. “Oh, somewhere. I don’t know. We’ll find each other at the end of the day, that is all that matters.”

This book is every Kanthony stan’s dream follow-up to TVWLM 😭 I love that we got little glimpses into their marriage to see how they've evolved as a couple and people.

3. “She was without artifice, the sort of girl a man could trust. Rather like his sisters, he supposed, with a keen wit and a sharp sense of humor. Lucy Abernathy would never inspire poetry, but she would make a very fine friend.”

Bahahaha. Did he just friendzone her in his head? 😂

4. “It was nothing. She was nothing. No, that was not fair. She was something. Quite a bit, actually. But not for him.”

Ohhh Gregory! My poor, sweet, innocent, naive Gregory 🤣

5. “Lord Fennsworth took one look at the duo (more at one than the other, and suffice it to say that blood was not thicker than unrequited love), and he murmured, “Friday it is.”

Props to Gregory for being perceptive about someone’s feelings, if not his own 😂

6. “At least she seemed rather more like herself. The world seemed a bit steadier with Lucy Abernathy yipping along like a terrier. He’d felt almost off-balance when she’d been staring morosely at the trees.”

Signals!! He’s missing all of the darn signals. How?? 🙆‍♀️

7. “Auctioning your friend off to the highest bidder. You’ll be well-practiced by the time you have a daughter.” She jumped to her feet, her eyes flashing with anger and indignation. “That is a terrible thing to say. My most important consideration has always been Hermione’s happiness. And if she can be made happy by an earl . . . who happens to be my brother . . .” Oh, brilliant. Now she was going to try to match Hermione with Fennsworth. Well done, Gregory. Well done, indeed.”

Hahaha, Lucy is too nice for her own good. And Gregory just keeps making things worse for himself at every given opportunity 😂

8. “Didn’t you wish for time for yourself?” she asked, softly . . . so softly it was almost a whisper. Slowly, he shook his head. “I did,” he said, sounding as if the words were coming to him at that very moment, as if the thought itself was new and not quite what he had expected. “I did,” he said again, “but now I don’t.”

My heart 🥺 💕

9. “She later told Gregory that he had still not forgiven her for costuming him as Cupid at the Billington fancy dress ball the previous year.”

I will so pissed if I don't get to see Anthony dressed up as Cupid on the show. I simply must see it 🤣

10. “Surely she would not come over an hour late. If nothing else, Lady Lucinda would not have tolerated it. She was clearly a punctual sort. In a good way.As opposed to an insufferable, nagging way. He smiled to himself. She wasn’t like that.”

Omg, someone needs to hit him in the head!!! How is he missing this? 😫

11. “What happened to you? Are you all right? Did someone—” His grip loosened slightly as he looked frantically around. “Who did this?” he demanded. “Who made you—”

You’re a little too concerned about her safety, aren’t you, Gregory?? 😂

12. “And I didn’t have my mask, which made me stick out a bit.” “Like a mushroom?” “Like a—?” He looked at her dress and nodded at the color. “A blue mushroom.”

Trust him to be even cuter when he's drunk 🥺

13. “I will walk you to the stairs, then.” Lucy knew better than to argue. He would not relent. His voice was quiet, but it had an edge she wasn’t quite certain she’d heard there before. “And I will remain there until you reach your room.” “That’s not necessary.” He ignored her. “Knock three times when you do so.” “I’m not going to—” “If I don’t hear your knock, I will come upstairs and personally assure myself of your welfare.”

Omg. He's sooo cute 🥰

14. “I’m not, he thought, and he realized that it was true. He had a sudden flash of his life married to Hermione Watson, and he was.. Bored. Good God, how was it he was only just now realizing it? He and Miss Watson were not suited at all, and in truth, he had made a narrow escape.”

"A narrow escape" haha 🤣 🤣 At least he realized it rather quickly. Granted, his brothers have set the bar quite low when it comes to life-altering realizations lol

15. “And Anthony was worse. He didn’t even have to say anything. His mere presence was usually enough to make Gregory feel that he was somehow not living up to the family name. It was difficult to make one’s way in the world with the mighty Lord Bridgerton constantly looking over one’s shoulder. As far as Gregory could determine, his eldest brother had never made a mistake in his life.”

Oh, if only he knew.. Looks like Anthony hid his devilry from the younger siblings quite well. Props to Benedict and Colin for covering for him 😂

16. “The way she was looking at him, her hand on his arm. She’d been clutching him, and for a moment it had almost felt like she needed him. He could be her rock, her center. He had never been anyone’s center.”

Awwww 🥺

17. “She turned. She turned, and she saw him. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted, and it hit him squarely in the chest—It was good to see her.”

I would have found this so romantic if I wasn't so mad at him at this point 🥲

18. “He simply liked Lucy. Considered her a friend. And he wished for her to have a bit of fun. It was admirable, really.

Haha, sure Jan 🙄 It totally doesn't seem like you're in love with her. No one goes so out of their way to help friends. He would've never gone to Violet if she wasn't so special to him 🥺

19. “Anthony is exceedingly generous,” Gregory said quietly. “Yes, he is, isn’t he?” Violet said, smiling. “With his money and his time. He is quite like your father in this way.” She looked at him with wistful eyes. “I am so sorry you never knew him.” “Anthony was a good father to me.” Gregory said it because he knew it would bring her joy, but he also said it because it was true.”

My heart.. Anthony was so worried about living up to their father, and yet he has managed to fulfill all of his duties to perfection. Edmund would be so proud of him 😭

20. “I know what it means to work for something,” he said in a quiet voice.”

He's got so hurt by her implication.. And when Gregory is hurt, I'm hurt. It's a simple law now 😫

21. “I have found that most men do not notice anything that is not clearly spelled out, anyway.” “Even your sons.” “Especially my sons.”

Haha It's a universal truth 😂

22. “And then she saw him. Lucy saw him. He saw it first in her eyes, which widened and sparkled, and then in the curve of her lips. She smiled. For him. It filled him. To near bursting, it filled him. It was just one smile, but it was all he needed.”

Sighhhhhh 🥰

23. “His fingers gripped hers when they should have just brushed by. She looked up and saw that he was gazing at her. ”

Ohhh... How scandalous lol 😏

24. “Hyacinth regarded her with a delighted smile. “I like you,” she said slowly, as if she were deciding upon it right then and there. “You are wrong, of course, but I like you, anyway.” She turned to her brother. “I like her.”

Hyacinth literally showed up out of nowhere towards the end of the book and stole the show 😂

25. “He and Lucinda Abernathy were meant to be husband and wife. Hers was the face he was supposed to gaze upon over eggs and bacon and kippers and cod and toast every morning. A snort of laughter pressed through his nose, but it was that nervous, desperate kind of laughter, the sound one made when the only alternative was to cry. Lucy had to marry him, if only so that they could eat masses and masses of food together every morning.”

And the most endearing Bridgerton sibling award goes to... 🥰

26. “Her eyes glistened as they met his. In the dim light of the night, they looked a dark, dark gray, and achingly sad. He could imagine the entire world there, in the depths of her gaze. Everything he needed to know, everything he might ever need to know—it was there, within her.”

My man is soo wrecked in the best way possible 🥺

27. “Let me kiss you,” he whispered. “One more time. Let me kiss you one more time, and if you tell me to go, I swear that I will.”

The respect!!! No wonder Lucy fell in love with him so quickly 😭

28. “The night seemed to dance, sparkling and tingling, as if the air itself understood that nothing would ever be the same. Dawn was waiting on the other side of the horizon, and already the stars were beginning to look less bright in the sky. If he could have frozen time, he would have done so. Never had he experienced a single moment that was so magical, so.. full. Everything was there, everything that was good and honest and true. And he finally understood the difference between happiness and contentment, and how lucky and blessed he was to feel both, in such breathtaking quantities.”

Awwww! Happiness is seeing your favourite fictional men so utterly and hopeless in love 😭

29. “It was simply impossible to enjoy one of nature’s small miracles and not kiss her.”

Why is he soo cute??? 🥺

30. “I have sworn in my heart to protect you,” he said, his voice passionate and fierce and maybe even a little bit revelatory. Because today, he realized, was the day he truly became a man. After twenty-six years of an amiable and, yes, aimless existence, he had finally found his purpose. He finally knew why he had been born. “I have sworn it in my heart,” he said, “and I will swear it before God just as soon as we are able. And it is like acid in my chest to leave you alone.”

She's so darn lucky. She wasn't even looking for love and somehow found the best of the best 🥰

31. “Gregory had told Colin everything, even down to the events of the night before. He did not like telling tales of Lucy, but one really could not ask one’s brother to sit in a tree for hours without explaining why.”

What are brothers for, if not to sit in trees for hours in front of their sibling's girlfriend's houses? 😂

32. “Listen to me. I love you.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I love you,” he said again. “There is nothing in this world or the next that could ever make me stop loving you.”

Oh my god, whenever he told her he loved her an year was added to my life.. It's so damn adorable 🥲

33. “He would try with everything he had to make sure that they both came through this alive and unhurt, but if there was a choice—if only one of them was to walk out the door.. It would be Lucy.”

Chivalry at its finest 😭

34. “Nine children. Nine. It was only one less than ten. Which possessed two digits. If he did this again, he would be in the double-digits of fatherhood.”

Haha, Lucy wanted a large family, and Greg certainly didn't disappoint lol 😂

[eightstarr]

Hey Zoe!! It’s the girl who cut her fingers lolz tho I don’t want you to only know me by that so if it’s ok I’ll start using the swan emoji :D 🦢 Or the kiwi 🥝 idk. Anyway, since Halloween is tomorrow I was wondering what you think Abs and Ellie’s costumes would be and if they would be into the idea of couple costumes. Don’t know if you’ve already been asked this but just wanted to know your thoughts 🙏🏻 also, how are you?! Hope you’re having a good week and have a fun Halloween if you celebrate :D <3 🎃

hey!!! omg you can use any emoji you want, both the swan and the kiwi are so cute! i'm doing okay, thank you for asking <3 we don't really celebrate halloween in my country but if you do, i hope you have the best time!! ily

i'm no expert but this is what i think!!

if they did individual costumes, i think ellie would either do something hyper specific that like maybe one person gets (film bro tendencies) OR she would be like… a traffic cone. something very silly that somehow still works for her. but me personally? i would dress her up as jim from treasure planet. if you get the vision i love you

i can see abby saying that she doesn't care but as soon as she picks a costume and gets excited about it, it becomes unacceptable for it to be anything except perfect. she has to get every detail right!! goes out of her way to get a realistic firefighter jacket and is so offended when you wanna take it off of her (she'll do it of course, she just needs a little coaxing! and perhaps a kiss or two)

as far as couple costumes, i think ellie would pick yours! she gets ideas all throughout the year and writes them down in her notes app. it's a yearly tradition for her to sit you down and go through all of them asking for your thoughts (and maybe softly guiding you to pick the one she happens to like the most) (they're all some guy and his cool hot girlfriend but that's what she loves). please please please be jesse and jane from breaking bad with her, she'll be so happy <3

abby, however, will literally be whatever you want. she completely lets you take the lead. doesn't care about the details because she doesn't mind looking silly if it makes you happy! how can she feel stupid when you're so excited about it? i think she would have fun literally just being your accessory, like if you're a cute mushroom fairy she'll be the moss. and if you wanna do mia from the princess diaries, she'll look hot in any of chris pine's outfits <3 abby would also slay as emmett from twilight if you wanted to be rosalie!! she's got the built for it and she basically already dresses like him

[dirtysvthoughts]

𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER TWO

pairing: model! minghao x stripper! reader

word count: 1.5k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, hao’s sorta kinda a regular customer, soft dom! minghao, steamy/intense makeout session, super/mullet minghao inspired, partial nudity, vip room sex, slight use of pet names (doll, masterpiece, baby), aaand i think that’s it

playlist songs: adorn - miguel, mushroom chocolate - quin & 6lack, anime girls - melli

notes: thank y’all for the love on pd so far! i’m getting notifs nonstop and that makes me really happy :’) hope you enjoy this week’s chapter!

taglist: @im-gemmy , @enhacolor, @hooniewnderland , @svtup , @kawaiikels @weeevrse @diorsfxck @kyexvly @woozarts @ifuckcheol (let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist)

you apply the finishing touches to your makeup, admiring how you looked in your silver sequined two-piece set and matching seven inch heels. to your surprise, you could already hear the loud atmosphere from the dressing room - and it wasn’t even 11 o’clock yet.

“it’s gonna be a good night,” you think to yourself, smiling to yourself at the thought of you covered in hundred dollar bills.

before you head out, you scroll through your phone one last time, looking at your social media feeds. double tapping on a friend’s post, you see a notification appear at the top of your screen.

minghao: hey, are you working tonight? i’m back in town for a show, but i need to relax and see you 😩

you bite down on your lip, your eyes rereading the message and your brain taking in every word. minghao is a famous model, somewhere in the world he was always in a show, walking the runway for all of the luxury brands. his handsome looks and his insanely gorgeous figure made him the it-boy every designer and photographer dreamed of.

you first met minghao at the club a few months ago, when he came for a magazine shoot and his friends decided to take him out. the second you laid eyes on each other as you were walking around the main floor, he took you by the hand and soon you were dancing for him in front of everyone. it didn’t take long to convince minghao about getting a room, your body clenching around nothing as you think about how big and hard he was in those jeans when you started to grind on him, thanking the heavens that your outfit made it possible to feel everything.

😈: hao! yeah, i’m gonna be working tonight. pay for a room as soon as you get here and i’ll be waiting 😏

minghao: i’ll try and get there within the hour. see you soon babe ❤️

you quickly toss your phone to the side when you hear your name being called, realizing that you would just have to kill some time before you got your main event.

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as soon as they get through the doors (an hour later like he said), minghao walks in with his entourage, his dress shirt buttons deliciously exposing some of his toned chest, and his black distressed jeans accenting his legs. met with some screams, he greets his crowd as his people make sure he’s given enough space.

the music has switched a bit, and more sultry, intimate tunes fill the building. your hips rotating in rhythm as mushroom chocolate’s chorus comes on, playing with the straps of your top as you flirt with the customer in front of you.

so immersed in your own world, you don’t even realize that minghao has finally spotted you and approaches your space, sitting down a few inches away from your audience. your eyes for a split second reveal your shock and surprise, and minghao can’t help the smirk that crawls on his face.

“did you think i wouldn’t show up? i’m hurt, my pretty little doll. you know i’m a man of my word.” you stop dancing and walk towards him, gingerly sitting his lap, both your legs on opposite sides of his.

“mmm, trust me, i know you are, you know it’s just been a minute since i’ve seen you hao.. you look different,” you trail off, eyes wandering all over his body. did his muscles get bigger or something?

“good different or bad different?” he asks.

but before you can respond, someone clears their throat. the person sitting across from you and minghao stares in disbelief. right… you still had someone to “take care” of. you sigh, kind of wishing that you had gone straight to a room so your time with minghao would’ve been interruption-free.

“give me a sec, hao,” you say crawling off his lap, missing the contact and approaching the other customer. “i’m sorry, but it looks like i have to cut this short,” you say feigning a fake disappointment. “but, if you decide to wait for me, i can guarantee it’ll be worth the wait,” you say taking the cash on the floor, bending over in front of the two, teasing them. obviously you don’t notice, but minghao bites his lip at the sight, hoping that he would get to see that again in the next few minutes.

when you’re done, you take him by the hand and the lead the way up the stairs to the vip rooms. you stop at the first empty one you see, brushing the curtains away as he lets go of your hand to face you.

“you never answered my question, y’know,” he says staring directly into your eyes. you stare back at him a little confused, already forgetting what he had said earlier.

he laughs, “wow, you forgot already? what’s going on doll?”

“nothing,” you say chuckling back at him, “i just, have a lot on my mind now.. and it’s mostly you..”

“oh? care to tell me more?” he says, putting his hand on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“i guess to answer your question, it’s a good different… you’re always hot, but tonight, hao? you’re fucking irresistible,” you swipe your tongue across your lips, biting down on your skin.

“really now?” he smiles, his lips inches away from yours. but before you can say anything else, his mouth crashes on your soft, pillowy lips, trying to take in as much as he could of you.

you put your arms around his neck, trying to bring him in closer as you match his energy and enthusiasm. minghao’s hands begin to roam your body, especially your breasts. he couldn’t help but admire how temptingly delicious they looked in your bra piece. you moan into his touch at every little trace and brush, craving for more.

“mm, minghao!” you whimper when he get adventurous and delicately touches your crotch, and you clench yet again around nothing. you continue to moan out his name in bliss and neediness, but after a minute, an idea pops in your head.

“m-minghao, you wanna take this to the couch?” you say trying to snap him out of his daze for a second.

without another word, he sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the couch, your mouths still on each others. when he finally feels his legs against the edge of the furniture, he sits down, placing you on his lap.

not wanting to wait any longer, minghao takes off your bra, slowly revealing the top half of your body. he hisses at the sight, nearly groaning out at how the colorful lights in the room added to the glow that covered your body.

“you’re such a masterpiece,” he says as he once again guides his hands toward your body, this time paying extra attention to you chest.

while he was focused on that, you took to the opportunity to unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. he realizes where you wanted to go, and helps you get them, as well as his boxers off. once they both pool at his ankles, you smile when you can finally get to what you want after all the foreplay.

as you sink down on him, you both let out a loud moan feeling of being inside each other. “g-god, fuck,” you whisper into his ears clawing down his back, pressing into his chest. even though the music has long been forgotten to you, somehow your hips naturally grind to the rhythm. minghao notices and takes hold of your waist, guiding them in the right places. “god, you feel so good, baby,” he groans.

slowly but surely, you begin to feel a good pressure build in your core, your whimpering getting more frantic. “ahhh shit, shit, minghao, m-minghao,” you begin to move faster wanting to release all over him. and when he hits the right spot in you, you can no longer hold back, and you nearly scream, coming all over the lower half of his body.

you try and catch your breath, not wanting to come down from your high, but remembering you still had a job to do. “fuck, i needa go back downstairs soon,” you say getting up to find your bra top.

“do you have to go back now?” he asks, pulling his boxers and pants back up.

“well, not right this second,” you respond fastening your straps. “did you wanna stay a little longer?” you smile sweetly.

“yeah,” he says leaning back on the couch, returning your sultry gaze. “haven’t seen you dance for me in awhile,” he plams himself over his pants, already getting worked up at the memory.

you walk towards the pole, your arm holding onto the pole. “then minghao, be prepared for a dance you’ll never ever want to forget,” you say hooking your legs to spin on the pole.

[bohemian-nights]

In the end, the brown dragon was brought to heel by the cunning and persistence of a "small brown girl" of six-and-ten, who delivered him a freshly slaughtered sheep every morning, until Sheepstealer learned to accept and expect her. Munkun sets down the name of this unlikely dragonrider as Nettles. Mushroom tells us the girl was a bastard of uncertain birth called Netty, born to a dockside whore. By any name, she was black-haired, brown-eyed, brown-skinned, skinny, foul-mouthed, fearless.. and the first and last rider of the dragon Sheepstealer.

The girl Nettles did not share their celebrations. She had flown with the others, fought as bravely, burned and killed as they had, but her face was black with smoke and streaked with tears when she returned to Dragonstone.

Yet was fear of Vhagar the only reason Prince Daemon kept Nettles close to him? Mushroom would have us believe it was not. By the dwarfs account, Daemon Targaryen had come to love the small brown bastard girl, and had taken her into his bed.

Nor could Netty truly be called pretty. "A skinny brown girl on a skinny brown dragon," writes Munkun in his True Telling (though he never saw her). Septon Eustace says her teeth were crooked, her nose scarred where it had once been slit for thieving. Hardly a likely paramour for a prince, one would think.

Maester Norren writes that "the prince and his bastard girl" supped together every night, broke their fast together every morning, slept in adjoining bedchambers, that the prince "doted upon the brown girl as a man might dote upon his daughter," instructing her in "common courtesies" and how to dress and sit and brush her hair, that he made gifts to her of "an ivory-handled hairbrush, a silvered looking glass, a cloak of rich brown velvet bordered in satin, a pair of riding boots of leather soft as butter." The prince taught the girl to wash, Norren says, and the maidservants who fetched their bath water said he oft shared a tub with her, "soaping her back or washing the dragon stink from her hair, both of them as naked as their namedays."

“As to the girl Nettles, She is a common thing, with the stink of sorcery upon her," the queen declared. "My prince would ne'er lay with such a low creature. You need only look at her to know she has no drop of dragon's blood in her. It was with spells that she bound a dragon to her, and she has done the same with my lord husband." So long as he was in the girl's thrall, Prince Daemon could not be relied upon, Her Grace went on. Therefore, let a command be sent at once to Maidenpool, but only for the eyes of Lord Mooton. "Let him take her at table or abed and strike her head off. Only then shall my prince be freed."

"It may be we shall be destroyed whatever choice we make. The prince is more than fond of this brown child, and his dragon is close at hand. A wise lord would kill them both, lest the prince burn Maidenpool in his wroth."

How the prince and his bastard girl spent their last night beneath Lord Mooton's roof is not recorded, but as dawn broke they appeared together in the yard, and Prince Daemon helped Nettles saddle Sheepstealer one last time. It was her custom to feed him each day before she flew; dragons bend easier to their rider's will when full. That morning she fed him a black ram, the largest in all Maidenpool, slitting the ram's throat herself. Her riding leathers were stained with blood when she mounted her dragon, Maester Norren records, and "her cheeks were stained with tears." No word of farewell was spoken betwixt man and maid, but as Sheepstealer beat his leathery brown wings and climbed into the dawn sky, Caraxes raised his head and gave a scream that shattered every window in Jonquil's Tower. High above the town, Nettles turned her dragon toward the Bay of Crabs, and vanished in the morning mists, never to be seen again at court or castle.

The singers tell us that the old prince survived the fall and afterward made his way back to the girl Nettles, to spend the remainder of his days at her side.

Sixteen men perished in the fight that followed, and threescore more suffered burns before the angry brown wyrm took wing and fled deeper into the mountains with "a ragged woman clinging to its back." That was the last known sighting of Sheepstealer and his rider, Nettles, recorded in the annals of Westeros...though the wildlings of the mountains still tell tales of a "fire witch" who once dwelled in a hidden vale far from any road or village. One of the most savage of the mountain clan came to worship her, the storytellers say; youths would prove their courage by bringing gifts to her, and were only accounted men when they returned with burns to show that they had faced the dragon woman in her lair.

-Fire & Blood 🔥🐉

[avatar-anna]

hey, please, can you write a story where harry has a dream about a girl he has never seen in his life (y/n) and it is from that dream that he writes the song "She." Then a while later, totally by chance of life they end up meeting, and harry's reaction is like "WHAT THE FUCK? 👁👄👁"

because the vast majority of our dreams involve mundane elements from our waking life, it stands to reason that the strangers in our dreams also come from waking life, even if we don’t recognize them in our dream (Stanford University).

Laughter like bells tinkling. The soft curve of a smile. His cheek being caressed. A single strand of hair being pushed from his face.

She was everywhere, all around him. Darting around between swaths of fabric. Snippets of bare shoulders and hips peeking between pale pink sheets.

Harry knew she was there, but he could never get to her, always just out of reach. She spun around him, dancing with delight and giggling whenever he got close.

He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t reach her, why she was taunting him. But the chase gave him a thrill, kisses on his cheeks and fingertips grazing soft skin making him want to see her all the more.

He was getting close, he could feel it. Her touch lingered more and she whispered his name, taunting him. And when he finally did manage to reach out to her, to kiss her, to see her face, she covered his eyes with the palm of her hand before leaning in. He felt the sensation of pure bliss before waking up from the reverie.

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“I swear, it was so real,” Harry said, walking down the streets of Los Angeles with Mitch.

“Well, yeah, that’s kind of the point of mushrooms, H. Dreams like that become vivid.”

“No, but it’s more than that,” he reasoned. “She haunts me every time I close my eyes now.”

Mitch hummed, but Harry could tell his friend thought he was mental.

Maybe Harry wasn’t explaining it right. He knew that hallucinogens made said hallucinations feel real, but what Harry experienced was more than that. He was dreaming, but when he woke up, he swore his lips were tingling from the dream woman’s kiss.

“We should do them again,” Harry said. “The mushrooms.”

Mitch looked at his friend skeptically. “I mean if you want. There's no guarantee that you'll have the same trip.

Harry knew that, but he was also convinced he would see this woman in his dreams again.

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She was there again, but this time in vibrant shades of yellows and greens and pinks and blues. And she was harder to catch too, like the harder he tried, the further away she got. She was making his head spin

“Wait, please!” he tried to say, his voice echoing over the field of daisies they were running through. Each petal that brushed against his arms and legs felt like glitter and drops of sunlight tickling his skin. He wasn’t even sure how one would feel something like sunlight, but that was how it felt.

Harry kept running, kept calling out to her, even though he knew it was useless. He just needed a name, something definitive so that he could remember her when the trip was over.

But just as his finger tips grazed the gauzy fabric of her dress, the dream disintegrated into nothing.

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“At least we got a great fucking song out of all this,” Mitch said.

“I just don’t get it,” Harry replied. “She just seems so real.”

Harry was unable to put a name to the woman in his dreams, but he didn’t think taking mushrooms until he got the answers he wanted was the best solution. She would remain a mystery, haunting him day and night until he eventually forgot her, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

“Dreams tend to—”

“Hey, you left your wallet on the counter by the cash register. I thought you might need it.”

It wasn’t uncommon that people came up to Harry and Mitch while they were at the little cafe. This had been dubbed a regular hangout spot for Harry by his fans, so naturally, his fans would come to see him, take a picture with him, have him sign something. Harry didn’t really mind, he loved his fans. Mitch was still getting used to the fact that if he was with Harry, odds were that fans were not very far away, but he was polite to everyone and mostly kept to himself.

But this wasn’t a fan, nor was it a waiter or barista bringing them their orders. No, this person was merely another patron of the cafe. A good Samaritan, seeing as she was bringing Harry his wallet.

Looking up to thank the young woman, Harry nearly spat out his coffee.

It was her. The girl he’d been seeing his dreams. Standing there in the flesh in front of him.

She wasn’t in a flowy dress like the one she wore in his dreams. Instead she was in a plain white tank top and a pair of plaid trousers. More appropriate for the cafe they were in, but it just cemented the fact that this was no dream or fantasy, this woman was standing in front of him in real life.

Mitch had to kick Harry under the table to get him to say something. The sharp pain made him realize he’d just been openly staring at the young woman. She looked back at him, though she seemed more perplexed than when she first came up to Harry and Mitch.

“Right, um, tha—thank you,” Harry stuttered, blushing for no other reason than his mind recalling how she’d kissed him in his daydreams.

His hand was visibly shaking as he reached out for his wallet, but no one commented on it, though Mitch did have to hide a smile behind his hand, to which Harry responded with a kick of his own.

“No problem,” the woman said, a smile that looked a little forced on her face.

Quick to rectify the awkward encounter, Harry blurted, “Sorry, I—I just feel like we’ve met before, and it’s...Well, it’s left me quite speechless.”

That wasn’t creepy, right? He didn’t mention how he’d seen her in his dreams, which would definitely scare the young woman off before he could even get her name.

For a moment, Harry wondered if his infatuation with this woman started and ended with his dreams, but that theory was quickly debunked when she smiled. He felt his heart quicken as his stomach became all fluttery. Most of the people who knew Harry would classify him as “the shy type,” but this was an entirely new feeling. He’d never been struck dumb by someone before.

“I’ve seen you around the cafe before, but we’ve never actually met,” the woman said, both hands buried in the pockets of her trousers.

“You—You have?”

The woman nodded. “Yeah. I’m usually over there,” she said, pointing to a booth that was about three tables away from Harry and Mitch’s usual spot. “I see you almost every time I’m here.”

“Oh. That’s—That’s, um...”

Harry didn’t know what to say. It was clear that he’d obviously seen this woman around the cafe before, the memory of her face had just been buried beneath his subconscious. She wasn’t merely a figment of his imagination, she was real, standing right in front of him and waiting for him to say something.

“What H is trying to say is thank you for bringing him his wallet,” Mitch said when Harry still failed to speak.

“Of course,” she said, giving Harry a small smile. Then to Mitch, she stage whispered behind her hand, “Is he okay?”

Harry’s cheeks flushed. This was not how he expected his day to go. His literal dream girl thought he was an idiot.

“Yeah, he just had this dream and you were in it, and now he’s freaking out because—”

“Because we’ve never actually met and now we have,” the woman said, her cheeks flushing at the mention of Harry dreaming about her.

Harry was mortified by the turn this conversation had taken. Why the hell would Mitch tell her? She would think he was some creep. Then, his eyes widened with a quick realization.

“It wasn’t like a—I mean it wasn’t inappropriate. The dream, I mean. We didn’t—I didn’t—”

And then she did something Harry absolutely did not expect. She laughed.

It wasn’t a teasing laugh, more like just finding the whole situation funny kind of laugh. But it was the laugh. The one he’d heard in his dreams. The sound of it caused the butterflies in his stomach to stir even more.

He didn’t say anything about it, though. He’d made enough of a fool of himself in front of this girl to last a lifetime.

“I can’t believe this. Harry Styles had a dream about me,” she said, sounding amused. Then, once she’d settled down a little, she said, “Though, if it makes you feel better, dreaming about strangers isn’t as uncommon as you think.”

“Really?” Mitch asked, curious.

“Mmhm. I mean, it’s all basically conjecture because scientists can’t physically study people’s dreams, but the theory is that our mind doesn’t just make up faces on it’s own, it pulls from what it already has, i.e., strangers you see every day. And of course, dreams aren’t typically vivd enough to study anyway, but you said you—Sorry, I went off on a little tangent there,” she said, her eyes bright and filled with fascination.

“It—It’s fine. It actually did make me feel better,” Harry said. At least she didn’t think he was crazy.

“How do you know all that?” Mitch asked.

“Oh. I’m studying it in school. Neuroscience, I mean, but dreams are a part of that.”

Harry blinked. He never thought he would actually meet the girl he dreamed about, but he never would’ve expected her to be a university student studying neuroscience.

But now that he was learning little things about her, he wanted to know more. He wanted to know what she was learning right now and if she came to the cafe to study. He wanted to know what she ordered here and who she went home to when she left. He wanted to know about the little scar on her cheek and how she managed to get her winged eyeliner so symmetrical. He just wanted to know her, but he wasn’t sure if he would get the chance.

“That’s—That’s—incredible,” he finally managed to say.

She smiled, and it made Harry’s heart pick up speed. “Thanks. They’re out of coffee here, so I have to get going, but,” she paused to search for something in her purse. A pen and a scrap of paper. “If you want to discuss your dream some more, or not discuss your dream and just talk about whatever, you can give me a call.”

Harry watched as she scribbled her phone number on the piece of paper and handed it to him. He took it, trying not to look too eager, though how he could make an even bigger fool of himself was nearly impossible.

“Thank you. I’d like that.”

“It was nice meeting you both,” she said with a wave before turning on her heel and leaving the cafe.

Harry wanted to call out after her, to ask for her name, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked down at the phone number. All ten digits, hopefully not a fluke. And written below it in loopy handwriting, was her name. He couldn’t help but smile.

“You would get someone’s phone number out of this,” Mitch muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Y/n L/n,” Harry said, ignoring his friend’s jab. He liked the way it rolled off his tongue.

Taking his phone out, he saved the number to his contact list. He thought about whether or not he should text her right away, but ultimately decided that he was pretty obvious about being interested in her. To hell with it, he thought, sending a quick text.

What surprised him even more was Y/n’s quick response, as if she’d been waiting for him to text her. The thought made him smile. Perhaps he didn’t muck things up too badly after all.

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

so I am working - dragging my feet - through natla (1 episode left) and I thought I would share some of my thoughts and commentary:

Iroh: You must use your tact, your empathy-

Season 1 Zuko: [looks back at him]

*

Canon s1 ep3 Zuko: You... are working with Zhao. Willingly.

Show s1 ep3 Zuko: Yes? What's the problem? He is annoying but that's mostly it.

Canon!Zuko: UNCLE! DID YOU PUT SPIRIT MUSHROOMS IN MY TEA AGAIN?! I'M HAVING LUCID NIGHTMARES!!

Other random thoughts:

[Suki proceeds to defy gravity with her fan to impress Sokka]

Me, exasperation incarnate: Suki, I didn't know you were an airbender!

and

[Previous incarnation avatar bashing sesh]

Me: [...] But I love Zuko-Iroh interactions

[The one scene. Zuko is shouting how they can't just ask around. Iroh is offering advice until he gets distracted by street food.]

Me: The fact Zuko stood there for a few seconds trying to figure what this proverb means before he realizes its very much not a proverb - cackling

Second-hand long-suffering friend, who is at the end of her wits after hearing me talk about the butchering of Kyoshi's character for 20 minutes: XDDDD He legit thought rice had sth to do with it XD

there is more but it's more of

Oh no, he is hot.

And oh no he is also hot

Why is every extremist hot?!

Bumi is very bitter. Very.... Jaded.

Aang has no situational awareness: He did not just ask Zhao (Zuko too) to let him go so he can go save other enemies of the Fire Nation. He didn't.

Also. Why the firebender this, firebender that. Are the Fire Nation non-benders saints or something??

Mai casually says Ozai sucks for not thinking Azula is perfect <- Me: I mean she is absolutely right but she would not say that.

Azula's whole. Thing. I felt the narrative was trying very desperately to make her seem competent and clever but the fact that Iroh's thoughts insinuated the frontal attack on the Northern Water Tribe was her idea left me in stitches

But yeah. They nerfed Azula

Zuko - feral, bloodthirsty, a loser. <- Me: Oh my god they captured his essence! Minus the honor thing!

ZUKO NOT SAYING HONOR

THE TRAVESTY OF SOKKA NOT WEARING A DRESS

I WANT SOKKA IN KYOSHI WARRIOR UNIFORM

Katara not having any emotions ::: Aang walks all over her saying he can't support her in her fight against the patriarchy that is actually just Pakku and Yugoda or whatever was happening in the 7th episode: Katara doesn't blow up at him. Sokka calling her a little girl and never actually apologizing about the whole Jet accusation especially when he did the same with the Mechanist. : Katara doesn't blow up at him

Me: sounds fake but okay

At this point when Toph comes along Katara will let her not be a part of the Team (no Gaang just Team Avatar) and not contribute and not bond and NO FOUND FAMILY TROPE

Aang teaching Katara waterbending, Aang not goofing off, No Kataraang (not even a smidge) - something in me shriveled up and died.

Why is Azula soft??????

And why is Ty Lee assertive and forthcoming??? Just?? Why????

And finally, my second favorite:

Azula, trying very hard not to mention Zuko's ludicrous tenacity: Commander Zhao is a great asset... Maybe he needs better resources to showcase his true potential.

Zhao who barely passed his exams according to Jee the gossip queen: Yes, I do need the best resources. Give me all the 'sources.

[lilacmingi]

ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 5: NAMJOON

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Caterpillar!Namjoon x fem reader

Word count: 2,480

You had been running for quite some time and figured it was okay to walk for a few minutes and give your lower limbs a break—they were aching anyway. Never in your life had you ran so much in such a short amount of time. You never needed to.

Now walking at a relaxed pace, any thoughts you had about running away from the red knights were replaced with other thoughts. An endless list of unanswered inquiries swirled around your mind like a raging hurricane. One after another, more and more questions popped into your restless mind.

What's so special about you and why was everyone after you? You're just... you. Nothing extraordinary or special.

Everything you'd experienced thus far had felt too outlandish to be reality. You couldn't remember how many names Yoongi had mentioned. Six? Maybe seven, men liked you?

Ridiculous.

The tip of your shoe kicked at a rock, sending it rolling along the dirt path you were walking along. You didn't even know where you were going or what lied ahead. You were lost once again and this time you didn't have a feisty cat boy to help guide you.

You can't have run very far, but maybe you had gone far enough to put a little distance between you and the threat. Then again, you were unsure of how long Taehyung was able to keep those knights distracted. For all you knew, they could be hot on your trail.

As if the universe was playing a cruel trick on you, the sound of distant marching reached your ears.

Seriously? You sighed internally.

Breaking out into a sprint, you dashed down the dirt pathway to keep some separation between you and the hoard of knights. It was at that moment it dawned on you that you were leaving shoe prints in the dirt. With limited time to come up with a plan, you did the first thing that popped into your head which was to run into the cluster of plants to the right of the trail. Instead of continuing through the mushrooms and tall grass, you leapt over the path and into the lush greenery on the left, going that way instead, hoping your little trick would buy some extra time.

"Maybe that'll hold them back for a while." You spoke to yourself and took off into the thick growth of mushrooms and curly vines.

Your running never ceased no matter how bad your legs throbbed or your lungs burned, refusing to stop until you could no longer hear the perfectly synchronized marching.

You huffed and puffed for air, panting heavily and stumbling forward, as your knees were on the verge of giving out on you.

At that moment, you could hear someone's voice from somewhere up ahead. Whoever it was wasn't talking nor singing, but something in between. Every line he spoke came out in a rhythmic way that was pleasing to the ears. The words he uttered were done so eloquently and without any slip-ups. This man's voice was entrancing and pulled you towards it like a siren song.

Too enraptured by the stranger's mesmerizing voice and hypnotic words, you paid no attention to your surroundings and tripped over a tree root that had breached the ground.

"Ow." You grunted and sat up a little, rubbing your elbow where it had harshly collided with the dirt and grass during the tumble.

Surveying your surroundings, you found that you were in a clearing amongst the tall and unruly plants of Wonderland that you had been running through for what felt like hours.

"Stupid girl." You heard someone speak. Lifting your head, you spotted a man sitting in a fancy wingback chair made of rich blue velvet, a tall messily-stacked tower of books on the ground beside him. He was dressed sharply in a blue silk suit with a white cravat. Perched between his fingers was the mouthpiece of a hookah which sat beside the stack of books in the grass.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You should watch where you're going." He remarked, taking a puff from the hookah.

"Yeah well... people make mistakes." You huffed, getting up and dusting yourself off.

"Who are you?" The the man inquired, blowing smoke rings into the air.

"I'm Y/n."

"I know who you are."

"Then why did you ask?"

"You still didn't answer my question. Who are you?"

"I already told you."

"No. You didn't."

"Have you lost your mind?"

"I believe it's you that's lost your mind. You can't seem to remember your last visit here, can you?"

"How do you know that?"

"Silly girl. I know all."

"Well, if you know all then surely you know that I haven't the slightest idea who you are." Your arms crossed over your chest annoyedly.

You hadn't been in the presence of this man for more than a minute and he was already starting to grind your gears. Forget his pretty prose and rhythmic speaking.

"I'm Namjoon." He responded.

He seemed like a know-it-all, but you had to admit, he was very attractive. From his tanned skin to his sharp eyes and full lips. He was good-looking indeed, but his personality was ugly and undesirable.

"What's on your mind, baby?"

"What did you call me?"

"You heard me, baby." He punctuated the nickname this time.

The way he said it made your heart skip a beat. His voice dropped an octave and became breathier when he uttered the affectionate term.

You shook your head in an attempt to shake away the thoughts.

You hardly know this man, Y/n. You reeled yourself in. And he's rude.

"This is definitely a dream." You muttered under your breath lowly.

"What's that? You need to speak up, love."

So first it was stupid girl and now it's love?

"Nothing."

"Oh come on, sweetheart. You used to tell me everything."

"How should I know? I can't remember."

"Just trust me, Y/n."

Rolling your eyes, you dropped your arms at your sides, which up until that point had been crossed over your chest. "Is this a dream?"

"What do you think?" He questioned.

"I don't know. I've been back and forth with myself about that since I got here. For a while I thought it was a dream, but I was told it l wasn't. Everything is so strange and seems like a dream, but it feels very real. The emotions, the fear, the confusion. All of that seems real."

"Hm." He took a puff from the hookah and blew the smoke directly in your face. "What exactly makes you think this is all a dream?"

Coughing, you used your hand to fan the clouds away before speaking.

"Well, for one there was a giant beast searching for me. I've met a bunny hybrid, a man with a mysterious twin that no one has seen, a cat hybrid, and a hatter that's batty as ever. To top it all off, every single one of them have been fighting over me. That's what's really convincing me that this is all part of some bizarre fever dream."

"Silly girl." Namjoon chortled. "You really think you're not attractive enough for men to fight over? You think you're not desirable?"

"Not exactly. Four men fighting over you and kissing you all in one day is a bit unrealistic, is it not? I mean, it's almost as if I'm in a story or something."

Without a word, Namjoon stood up from his chair, taking long strides as he approached.

"That's where you're wrong." He whispered lowly, planting one hand on your waist. "You have no idea how entrancing you are."

As much as you wanted to speak, you were unable. Namjoon's charms had rendered you completely speechless and you were frozen in place.

"I can't believe you think so lowly of yourself." He murmured, tracing your jawline. "Oblivious girl."

You didn't have time to retaliate with a snarky comment as Namjoon leaned in closely, closing the gap between your faces.

Thinking you were about to be kissed for the third time that day, your body stiffened in preparation, but you never felt his lips on yours. Instead, he turned his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the outer corner of your mouth.

"Does it feel like a dream now?" He asked lowly, his breath fanning against the side of your face.

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry.

"No." You barely managed to utter.

He pulled back and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, desire clouding his eyes.

"I really want to kiss you properly, but I'll save that for a later time."

As much as you wanted to ask what that was supposed to mean, you couldn't. His gentlemanly display of affection had your heart racing at a rapid pace. Everyone you'd met so far had kissed you in one way or another and you found it nice that Namjoon chose not to go directly for the lips like Yoongi and Taehyung had so boldly done earlier. It showed that he cared about you, even if only a little bit, putting your comfort over his desire to place his lips directly upon yours.

Namjoon could see the spaced-out expression on your face and chuckled softly, guiding you to his chair where he returned to his seat, patting his lap.

You were hesitant.

"Don't be shy." He beckoned.

You obliged, albeit awkwardly, and took a seat on his legs.

"I'd offer you another place to sit but as you can see, there is none."

"Right. Of course." You nodded.

It was a bit awkward just sitting there, especially in his lap, so you tried to come up with a topic to talk about.

"What exactly were you doing earlier before I showed up? Reciting poems?"

"You heard me?"

"I did. You sounded great."

"Really?" He asked, cracking a smile that showed off a charming set of dimples.

"I must admit, I was entranced. Your rhythmic way of speaking was almost hypnotic. It was like you were putting on a performance."

Your praises made a monsoon of affectionate emotions flood through him, his stomach filling with a flurry of butterflies.

"I love to read and if I find an excerpt or poem that speaks to me, I memorize it. I must have been practicing when you showed up."

"I suppose you have to find something to pass the time when you're sitting in the middle of nowhere." You joked.

"Actually, I do have a place of my own."

"You do?"

He let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a huff and scoff. "Well I certainly don't sleep here in this chair out in the open."

"Of course you don't. How ignorant of me." You commented, giving a playful roll of your eyes.

"You're starting to sound like me." He tittered.

Namjoon's attitude had changed a noticeable amount since first meeting him not too long ago. You quite liked this side of him. It was much better than the arrogant know-it-all that was grinding your gears earlier.

"Do you happen to know Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook?" You inquired.

"Of course I do. They're my friends."

"Then you know you've got some incredibly brave friends. They've been protecting me."

"From The Red King, right?"

"How did you—" You stopped mid-sentence.

"I know all." The both of you spoke in unison, laughing softly afterwards.

"I know about The Red King situation." He stated. "Word travels fast here."

"Taehyung said he sent Jungkook to get me and bring me to him so he could protect me."

"Taehyung? Protect you? That's hilarious." Namjoon laughed.

"Why?"

"I love him to death; he's one of my best friends, but he's a bit... irresponsible sometimes. He gets way ahead of himself and underestimates the situations he gets himself into."

"Ah. I see."

"If anyone can protect you, it's The White King."

"Yoongi mentioned him during an argument with Taehyung." You noted.

"Those two are arguing again? About what?"

"Again?" You echoed.

"They don't get along well." Namjoon sighed, visibly exasperated just talking about it. "So what was it this time?"

"This is embarrassing, but they were fighting about me."

"I should've known. You had mentioned something about men arguing over you, but I wasn't aware it was my own friends." He shook his head in disappointment. "Did they pull any moves on you?"

"Well—"

"Y/n?"

The sound of your name being called in the distance had you sitting up straighter, trying to figure out who it was. There was rustling in the plants, which meant someone was making their way towards you.

"Found her." Yoongi's voice was above you.

Glancing up, you saw the cat hybrid floating in the air, looking down at you from his suspended position in the atmosphere.

Taehyung then emerged from the tall plants, dusting off his silk robe.

"Thank goodness you're okay! I told you I'd look for you. Did I not?" He lifted his head, gasping when he saw the scene in front of him.

Taehyung was looking forward to finding you safe and sound, but what he didn't expect was to find you sitting in Namjoon's lap.

"Give me my Y/n back, Joon."

"She's not yours." He spoke sternly, wrapping his arm around your waist in a protective, maybe even possessive, manner.

"Do you like him, Y/n?" Yoongi questioned, crossing his arms as he returned to the ground.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Namjoon cut in before you could say a word.

"Leave her alone. The poor girl has been through enough today."

"C'mon, sweetheart." Yoongi held his hand out to you, silently beckoning you to come with him. "I can take you somewhere safe."

"No, come here." Taehyung extended his hand as well.

"She's not going with either of you. Taehyung, you're an idiot for thinking you could keep her safe." Namjoon spoke sharply.

"Excuse me?"

Yoongi snorted, causing Taehyung to shoot a sharp glare at him. The hybrid cleared his throat and was quick to wipe the grin off his face.

"Sorry." He muttered.

"It's the truth." Namjoon stated. "You get way too overzealous and think you can take on the world, but you can't. In fact, if Y/n stayed with you, she'd probably be locked up in The Red King's castle right now."

They all started arguing after that, shouting over one another and throwing insults left and right with no signs of stopping.

Not again.

"Guys, please don't start." You groaned, pulling Namjoon's arm off of you and getting to your feet.

Just like back at the tea party, none of them heard you, too engrossed in their own petty argument to listen.

Throughout all the commotion, you didn't even notice the sound of The Red King's knights marching straight towards you.

➯ Part 6: Hoseok

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺• 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵… 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴•𝘣𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘐𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘠. 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘉𝘐𝘎 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘭ó𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘈/𝘕• 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘴𝘰 𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘋𝘙𝘈𝘔𝘈. 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 800 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘭𝘺. 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 1

𝘊𝘖𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘖𝘑𝘐𝘛𝘖’𝘴 𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘟 (𝘮.𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦) 𝖤𝖣𝖣𝖨𝖤 𝖬𝖴𝖭𝖲𝖮𝖭 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳

___

It’s the third slice of a mushroom and olives pizza, served with truffle oil you eat, and you need more. There’s a little glass of champagne on your nightstand, your mother said that you were mature enough to drink a little inside your house, under her supervision. But you knew she let you drink because you looked depressed.

Saturday, just a day after encountering Eddie at dinner. When you came home with your friends, you handled it well, they didn’t ask a lot of questions, and they tried to distract you, which helped a lot. But now it was just you, and you couldn’t hold the tears you had contained the whole day before.

Someone knocks on your door, you know it’s your mom. She slowly opens the door and finds you sitting on your bed, with the box of pizza and the glass of champagne she gave you empty.

“Okay. What’s going on?” she asks, her brows questioning you, making you shrug. “You have… three calls from Mike, four from Jeff and Garrett, six from Dustin. Eddie called fifteen times, and this morning he was here asking for you. I told him that had a sleepover with Sally”

“I don’t even know. But they’re not my friends anymore” you try to brush it off, but you know your mother, and she won’t let go very easily.

“And why is that?…” when she takes a seat at the edge of your bed, you know you’re gonna have to tell her everything.

“I swear I didn't do anything wrong. Some day Eddie met a new girl from his chem class and suddenly she became a sensation in the Hellfire Club” you don’t want to be mean with her, but you don’t feel in the mood to remember everything, significantly because it’s the cause of your demotivation. “After a week they were ignoring me, and this girl is such a bad influence. So I tried to talk with them, especially with Eddie, and when I find them… they’re talking crap about me”

“I see now…” her eyes dance across your room, and you can see your collage capturing her attention. There are pictures of you as a baby, and some of your parents, but the most predominant pictures are Polaroids with Eddie. Him offering you ice cream, both of you in a park, some of the whole Hellfire Club, and the most painful, Eddie hugging you with a cheesy sunset in the background. “Crap about what?”

“My appearance. What the hell does that have to do with us being friends?… it’s because of that girl, I don’t know if she brainwashed them or not. But… I didn’t do anything wrong, mom” she nods, rubbing your leg, trying to comfort you. You paraphrase to her all the events that happened after that.

“That happened to my best friend, in the early sixties, every girl wanted the twiggy makeup and pastel thighs that matched our dresses. My friend Thea was more interested in bacteria and microscopes.” she laughed, and her smile made you laugh too. You knew Thea, she was a professor at the University of Arizona, so probably she reached her dreams. “Her boyfriend broke up with her because she wasn’t very girly. And all of her friends ditched her, and that’s when I met her, she joined the gymnastics club with me”

“Oh so, she was adopted by my popular mom?” both of you burst into a laugh.

“Yeah. She managed to be focused on science and being a gymnast, and that’s when all wanted her back” you frown, analyzing her words.

“So… you’re saying that when we found ourselves… it’s when people want us back?” your mom giggles, standing up.

“Eddie and the guys used to be with you, every day. Suddenly this girl appears, it’s a novelty, the opposite of you. So they think now you're boring, but when you leave them and explore your full potential, they miss you” it was probably 5:00 pm, you had already taken a shower, and you were planning to see a big marathon of Casper the friendly ghost. But you are just thinking about what your mom is saying. “Boys are stupid, for sure. They commit all these silly errors, but I know they didn’t mean it. I’ve seen Eddie here at 6:00 am ready to take you to your practices, he’s been here taking care of you when you were sick. He just wasn’t thinking”

“Well, just because he wasn’t thinking doesn’t mean I have to feel awful and heartbroken, mom.” The cold was starting to feel more prominent, your windows were slightly fogged, and the sunsets were starting earlier. The fact that the cold could possibly be making you feel more devastated, resulted in masochism for you. You loved the fall, but this wasn’t a good time to feel depressed.

“Of course not. Sometimes it’s fun to have everyone crawling just to get your attention. Just show them that you are doing good without them, and if your heart says you should forgive them, you will. If not, then you won’t” she gives you a warm smile and starts to walk out of the room.

“Wait… what about Eddie?. It’s different with him because he’s like… my crush. And I don’t think it will work the same” you aren’t sure if Eddie will crawl to prove his love for you, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see that.

“I think he has already shown that he cares for you, but in this period you will know if he truly loves you.” When she closes the door, you sink against your pillow, groaning.

Oh, fuck this. I will avoid this whole thing as long as I can. Hopefully, I will forget about it and I will never have to talk about it again, you think to yourself.

__

The smell of your perfume hit Eddie, he arrived early to the music engineering class, and he hoped to see you there already. You weren’t in the classroom or course, he took a seat and waited.

When you entered the room, he noticed you looked fine, no eye bags, no red eyes, no big hoodie to hide your unkempt outfit. A colored dress with purple thighs and some cute black shoes, hair in a ponytail, and bright red gloss.

The way you ignored him made him feel worse than he had already been. You passed his seat, and moved to a seat in the back, alone. He remembered you only chose that class to be with him, your seat was beside him, but now… you were sitting in the last row, alone… reading some book.

For Eddie, the class passed quickly, while you struggled a little more, it wasn’t your favorite class, but at least it was easy. Yet, distracting, because from your lonely seat you could see Eddie’s long hair, the back of his vest, and the way his hands moved in the most overactive way.

When the bell rang, you got into the big bubble you’ve been building up to ignore Eddie.

…

When you opened your locker, embarrassment flooded you. Tons of notes from Eddie were glued to the door of it, pictures with him, even some ticket he got for exceeding the speed limit from two years ago. You quickly rip them off, throwing them in the can, then, it’s books and papers you start putting in your bag when you feel someone near you.

When you look up, it’s not only one person. It’s Garett, Mike, and Jeff, you frown. After some seconds it was becoming weird, so you raise an eyebrow, questioning them.

“Hi y/n. We… uh…we-, us…” you want to laugh when Mike starts babbling, but you make your biggest effort to remain neutral.

“The thing is…, we wanted to uh, know if you wanted to…” unconsciously you roll your eyes, you are wasting your time with this. So you slam your locker, and after a quick look at them, you leave the hallway. Maybe it was slightly mean, but you didn’t want to be near them.

That was so weird, you weren’t sure if they wanted to apologize or ask you something, but it was not what you were expecting for a relaxed lunch.

You are so deep in your thoughts when Chrissy taps your shoulder and scares you.

“Oh my God. Sorry, I-, I didn’t hear you, Chrissy” she shrugs happily as usual. She starts escorting you to the cafeteria.

“What happened? You looked very occupied thinking about something. Oh no… Did Eddie try to reach you?” you shake your head, sighing.

“No, but… the guys. They stepped on my locker just to babble like babies, I’m not sure if they wanted to apologize or something but, I left” she giggles when you enter the cafeteria, and you prefer to ignore your right side since the hellfire club table is in that direction, probably Eddie sitting there.

“Working their way back to you!” the way Chrissy said it made you laugh. When you reach the table, Sally pulls you as soon as you brush her, forcing you to sit down.

“What the fuck?” she gets closer, to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve just heard from the math class of the juniors that Munson yelled at Catherine the day of the assembly. Reports declare that he made her cry” it’s impossible to laugh when she’s narrating it with a funny voice , imitating girls from the news.

“And…according to some statements from students of Hawkins High, it was all because of Miss y/n” you burst into a laugh, pushing her playfully.

“Shut up! Wait but… oh my God. I don’t want to think it was because of me.” the red-haired shrugged, eating some fries with ranch.

“What are you talking about?” Chrissy asks, so Sally goes and tells her what she heard. Chrissy opens her eyes surprised, leaning closer to Sally.

“No way! y/n, that boy is at your feet.” After her words, you deny making a face of disgust.

“Chrissy, that’s the same boy who said I was pathetic for dressing like a princess” your attention lands on your lunch, apple jelly and cheese sandwich, chopped fruit, and strawberry milk.

“I saw the way he was staring at you the day of the dinner. He loves you, but… you know, boys are stupid” she says in a low voice to avoid Jason and the guys heard her, you laugh opening the sandwich.

“That’s what my mom said…” the girls agree, but you realize… How noticeable is Eddie's love for me? Your mom said she knew Eddie loved you, now Chrissy says the same.

But it didn’t make sense. If he loved you, why he said all those stupid things? it was an error, okay. But you weren’t sure yet if he deserved to be forgiven, nor the boys.

—-

You were running late, Jason would drive you and the whole group to your ice skating session. Delilah was the best instructor, and she hated when anything distracted you, but she low-key loved having people cheering you. So she agreed to bring your friends, with the condition that they would help clean the little food store they had inside the building and not to scream.

You wash your hands and look at yourself in the mirror, correcting your gloss in the way.

“How does it feel to start at the bottom and be at the top now?” you turn, confused because you thought you were alone in the restrooms of the school. You notice Catherine entering. She’s wearing a black dress with some chunky boots and her classic punk makeup.

“Catherine, I don’t have time right now” she gets closer, and you can appreciate her face. She’s pretty, and you can see why Eddie was interested in her, but… what’s beauty without a brain, or moral?… nothing.

“You have everything! You had the whole club praising you, a cute hobby on the ice. You had a boy like Eddie Munson behind you!” you step back when she raises her voice. “You know how hard it is to find a guy like Eddie? bet you don’t. Hope you are happy, because you just slipped him away from me”

“Good to know you’re accepting how insane you are. I didn’t slip anything away from you. You became friends with the Hellfire Club, they liked you. You had Eddie all the time with you, actually, you slipped him away from me” you say in a very calm tone when in reality your heart was beating very fast, and some rage was peeking into your pores. “You had them in the palm of your hand. It’s not my fault whatever you did to turn them against you. So don’t try to hate me when you don’t have any reasons to do so…”

You grab your bag from the sink and leave the restroom as fast as you can. While walking in the hallway, you try to catch your breath, the feeling of being uncomfortable hitting you. Somehow the whole situation was turning bigger day after day, and honestly, you wanted it to stop.

—

“Jason, play the song again…” Delilah instructed Jason to play for the fourth time the music from Sleeping beauty. It had been an hour, and neither Delilah, your friends, nor you could suggest a good song for your routine.

“I don’t think it’s gonna work, it’s too slow…” you say after hearing the music. Delilah nods.

“Well, we wouldn’t be changing the song if someone hadn’t bought another costume” the guys laugh at you, while you just cross your arms, pissed.

“It was cheaper, Delilah. Plus, Carmen's music is very old-fashioned. ``You were supposed to have a red dress to match the music of Carmen, but, money is money.

“Okay, then let’s go for the next cassette” Brady passes the little box full of cassettes to Jason, who replaces the third one while drinking some soda.

Chrissy is trying to leave the edges of the rink, while Sally laughs at her. None of them knew a lot like you but Sally was way better than Chrissy, she could balance herself, while Chrissy couldn’t even stay on her feet.

Jason plays music from Swan Lake, Paquita, Bolero, and more.

“No… no, no. Wait!, play the last one again” everyone waits for Jason to play the song you said again. He does it and the song starts to play. It’s different, it’s not classical, it’s seductive, attractive, and very creative, it’s a tango song. The more it plays, the more you love it.

“That one, is perfect for the short program” Delilah walks closer, she’s outside of the rink, holding a hot coffee in her hand. You assume she’s analyzing the song, meanwhile, you skate closer with your friends.

“Today Catherine confronted me in the restrooms” Sally and Chrissy gasp in shock, turning to see you.

“No way, What did she say?” you were avoiding talking about the whole drama, but you needed to tell the girls what was going on.

“She blamed me for what she did. I assume she liked Eddie so she wanted to get rid of me, and when she did, well… she did what she’s good at, tearing friends apart. But she made them turn against her” the girls nod, listening, and in the background, you can hear Delilah talking with Jason about her floor, probably saying that he would need to mop if he kept eating.

“She’s crazy, ignore her. Even if I told you to give Eddie a second chance, right now you only can concentrate on this.” She’s right and you know it. Chrissy was very good at hearing, and you appreciated her for all she’d done for you.

“Hey, stop gossiping. I need this girl to concentrate!” Delilah yells suddenly, making you all jump, scared. “It’s a good song, we’ll use it.”

There’s a big smile on your face, now the only thing you could use as a distraction was ice skating.

…

After an hour you have most of the choreography ready. You finally are free to go at 6:30 pm. Brady is gone, and Chrissy and Sally are still on the rink, laughing when they are close to falling. Meanwhile, you are taking off your shoes with Jason beside you.

“So… Chrissy told me the nerds have been after you…” you sigh, putting the blade guards on the shoes.

“Yeah. They have been calling almost daily. And… Eddie tries to reach for me in the hallways but I run away” Jason nods. It’s a little weird for him to talk about Eddie Munson, but he’s grown fond of you. You were smart, pretty, kind and a good friend for Chrissy, so he had no excuses to despise you.

“Tell me about him, I want to know why you were so close to him. I want to understand why you didn’t see what I do in him” his statement surprises you. A part of you wants to defend Eddie because he’s a good boy, but… what he did was so stupid.

“He’s… he’s not a freak. He is just a nerd and kind boy, he loves dungeons and dragons, the hellfire club is not a satanic cult, it’s the nerdiest and most fun club to be at. He cares about the kids, he is in a band and they play at the Hideout” Jason looks interested, especially with the last part.

“He has a band?” you nod smiling. A lot of the time you were cheering him at the Hideout, you knew a lot of songs from them and everytime they finished, you were the biggest fan who ran to hug Eddie.

“Yeah, they’re good. Also, he used to drive me here every time, when I got sick he was always in my house taking care of me, he even helped my parents to get free tickets for a concert in a bar near here.” The memory makes you laugh because your dad used to hate Eddie being around you, but after giving him those tickets, he started to like the boy.

“He sounds the opposite of what I’ve heard” you understand Jason, if you didn’t know Eddie, you would agree. He looks like a bad guy, someone who you should avoid.

“He is. Nevertheless, he and the guys were mean, they basically betrayed me, so… things are the way they are, that’s it” your heart wants to forgive Eddie. And the boys, but… your head says the opposite. Because you don’t hurt the person you intend to love.

“Look, now that I’ve heard this, maybe Munson is not that bad. But this is not time to forgive him, y/n” he says in a serious tone, and you know he’s being honest. “Boys do that kind of stuff, like what he did. A man won’t, but if he cares for you, he will prove It. Unfortunately, they show how much of a gentleman they can be once it’s already fucked up”

“Damn, Jason. You can open a therapist business if you want!” The boy laughs hard, catching the girl's attention, you laugh too.

“Your boyfriend it’s the best therapist, Chrissy!” She smiles, and Sally curses, mocking Jason. “No, but, thank you. I really appreciate it, Jason”

He smiles, rubbing your back in a friendly way. You will listen to his advice, you have a competition to be focused on, and your heart has to wait a little more.

—-

You’re going to the nationals, you made it.

You run through the corridors of the school, and a big smile is planted on your face. Eddie is seeing you from his usual table in the cafeteria, it’s only Garett and him. You enter running and when you stop at the popular guys' table, you let out a little scream. Most of the cafeteria turns to look at you, but you don’t even notice, you are saying something to your friends, and they start cheering, by being loud. Chrissy stands up to hug you, Sally is screaming too, and Jason is clapping with the rest of the basketball team and the cheerleaders.

“Something big happened,” Garett says, and Eddie notices it too. It’s been a month since you left them, and everything was normal, but… it was weird without you. He missed you so badly, he stopped talking to your house, but he hadn’t lost his hope yet.

Something inside him changes the moment he sees Brady Richmond hugging you by your waist, smiling at you, and making you laugh.

“I’m gonna talk to her today, I don’t care” he’s jealous. He was the one hugging you all the time, and now he can’t even talk to you.

“Good luck, none of us had it” Eddie was aware of your behavior, and he couldn’t lame it, you had all the right to hate him. Still, it was enough.

…

You had to start packing, one more week and you were gonna be in Illinois for the nationals, you weren’t hoping to get the gold medal, bronze would be awesome.

It’s the end of the day and you’re ready to leave the school, which is almost empty. The parking lot is empty, you don’t even notice Eddie’s van.

“Hey!” You yell when someone pulls your arm, dragging you to the other corner of the school. You get stamped against the brick wall. Not in a violent way, but unexpected, and finally, you can see Eddie there.

“We need to talk, like right now…” suddenly you realize you haven’t talked to your best friend in a month, and it tears you apart.

“I can’t…” you avoid looking at his beautiful eyes. But it’s true, you can’t talk or even breathe around him, you would break the big bubble you build to be concentrated on the competition.

“Why not?. It’s been a month, y/n. I’ve given you space, the boys try to talk with you. I miss you like hell. Why can't you take at least five minutes to listen to me?” you want to give him all of your days, you want to tell him that you love him, but not yet.

“Because I’m doing things! Important things and I don’t have time to distract myself with this whole drama again” he shrugged, forming a line with his lips. His hands are on his pocket jeans, you know he's angry.

“So what? Are we never going to be friends again? At least… Could you confirm that you also loved me?” this is exactly why you don’t want to talk with him right now, he makes you emotional, and your eyes are getting red due to your growing tears.

“I really can’t do this right now” you hear him yelling at you, but you don’t dare to turn around and face him again. You wipe some tears, heading to your car.

Eddie looks at your figure, walking across the parking lot. He curses himself when he sees that you are the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, your appearance was right. Your talks about lipsticks were cute, and your delicate princess aura was his other half. He knew it wasn’t over, he had to keep trying, but he was about to ask for help.

—

“I need help…” everyone looks at their dungeon master. The campaign was over, but none of the guys wanted to leave yet.

“Yeah, we know, Eddie. There are good therapists around…” Jeff says. The whole group giggles but Eddie huffs irritated.

“No, seriously. Y/n keeps ignoring me, and I want to do something special for her, I want to show her that I care for her” he says, feeling desperate.

“You could write a song for her…” Mike suggested. Eddie laughed, followed by everyone.

“That’s cheesy… but good start” somehow they end up brainstorming about it.

“What about a big letter? With a present… something like a ring or a necklace” Garett’s option is better than Mike’s idea, but Eddie isn’t sure.

“She’s an ice skater! We should go to her competition and apologize” Finally, Dustin Henderson suggests the best idea.

“You got it, Henderson!” Eddie starts walking around the room, and he thinks about it. He knows Delilah is your mentor, he’s been there in your past training.

“The local competition must have already passed” your excitement at lunch wasn’t for that. So he had to think of a plan.

“Wheeler. Your sister Jumbo Wheeler could help! She can get closer to y/n to know what’s going on with her ice skating things” the boy frowns and waits for Eddie to finish his sentence.

“Bro, Nancy, and y/n aren’t friends. Y/n would notice it, she’s very smart for that” Eddie sighs. The competition was the best opportunity to show you that he cared, it was something important for you, and you would be surprised to see him and the boys there.

“Robin could do it,” Dustin says after some silence. Mike nods, and they remember Lucas is not with them anymore. He would’ve agreed, but their little error made him completely leave the Hellfire Club.

“Who’s Robin?” Jeff asks, but actually, he’s asking for Garett, and Eddie, who doesn't know who’s that.

“She’s in the school band, she’s our friend.” Eddie steps forward, going straight to Dustin, patting his shoulders.

“Good Henderson, tell your friend we need to know if y/n is going to another competition” the boy sighs, and he wonders if Robin would accept, or if you would believe she wanted to be your friend.

“Alright, but I can’t promise she will agree right away”

__

You’re hours away from going to the nationals, fresh out of the shower. You see your purple dress ready to be packed in the early morning. The short program was going to be the tango piece with a simple nude dress, while Working song from Nina Simone was for the long program, with a triple axel waiting for you to be completed successfully. If you made that jump, you had secured a place on the podium.

Your friends were supposed to be at your home at 6:00 am, your parents were going to drive to the club with Delilah. Your mentor had other three skaters, but you didn’t know them very well, because they were younger and they trained at different hours.

Setting your eyes on the dress, you feel excited.

“Honey… Eddie was here” you don’t say anything, not even a sound. Your dad makes his way into your room, holding a pink box, like the ones for food, and there was a smaller one on the top, with a pink glittery ribbon around it. “He wanted to give you this”

“Thanks, dad” he nods, giving you a small smile. He knows you’re not on good terms with the boy. “Dear, I know I’m no one to interfere in your situations but… you should consider talking to this boy. He’s been very persistent, in a very good way”

“I know, but I can’t think about that right now, dad” he nods, and after kissing your forehead, he leaves, closing the door.

You breathe, looking down at the two boxes. You open the little one, and it surprises you with the content.

It’s a little music box, the littlest music box you’ve ever seen, it’s golden, made of metal, and has little flower details scattered around. You gasp when you notice it seems expensive, even if it’s almost miniature size. Before you open it, you make the music play, revealing the most beautiful classical song ever. You can’t figure out which song it is, but you love it. The more it plays the melody, the more you start to feel emotional, it’s delicate, if you were happy, you’d think it was the most elegant melody, but you feel overwhelmed by all that has happened, so the song feels sad, and before you even notice it you feel the pain in your throat.

It gets worse when you open the biggest box, a cake is centered inside it. It’s baby yellow, with pink letters in the middle.

Please stop ignoring me :(

That’s when you can’t help anymore, you’re crying. You wanted to hate Eddie, but you couldn’t, it was impossible to hate the person that made you feel alive every day at every fucking hour.

Avoiding him was becoming more painful, and you couldn’t let that pain eclipse what he did. You cover your mouth to silence your sobs while wiping the tears that seemed to be unstoppable. After some minutes of thinking, you decide that Eddie Munson doesn’t deserve to be forgiven, but he might deserve a second chance.

—

“Dude, we’re not gonna make it. Shouldn’t you accelerate more?” Eddie sends a killer look to Dustin, who’s in the passenger seat of his van. Mike, Jeff, Garett, and Lucas are in the back. Somehow, Mike made Lucas come back to them, and all of the boys realized that they could have just asked Lucas about their plans instead of asking Robin, who asked for 25 dollars in exchange for her services.

“Can you shut up, Henderson? I’m not exceeding the limit” the freeway was almost empty, but even so, Eddie wasn’t going to get another ticket.

“Robin said it was at 4:30 pm. It’s 3:58…” the long-haired boy rolls his eyes, before shushing Dustin.

“Robin also said I was dumb and that if I didn’t get y/n back, she would have her way on her. She could have been lying…” Robin wasn’t your friend for sure, but you talked to her during some training for band and cheers. So you had no problem telling her that you were going to the nationals of ice skating and where. You didn’t suspect anything.

“She wasn’t lying. Y/n said it…” Lucas said from behind. “She’s almost the last girl to participate. And the boy’s rounds go first, so we have extra time”

“Sinclair, tell me… Has she changed a lot?” Lucas giggled, looking at the window. He has spent a lot of time with you since he joined basketball, he was your refugee in the first days after the incidents.

“She’s funnier, she talks more and she’s not very shy. She helped the whole basketball team to pass their foreign language test” Eddie smiled, of course, you would. Even after hearing, you were more confident, you were still a total sweetheart, helping everyone and managing to be a good student and ice skater.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Mike said suddenly, and Lucas frowned, confused at him. “I mean, that she left the club and joined the cheerleaders. And now we’re going to Illinois to apologize, because we screwed up”

“Yeah, but… the jocks and cheers are not bad. They assumed the hellfire club was a satanic coven, but… even after what you did, y/n proved them wrong” Eddie’s heart melted when he heard that. And he remembered that he said that you should have been more like him to fit in the club, he wanted to kick himself off from the tallest bridge for saying that.

“She did?” Jeff asked, and Lucas nodded. Suddenly the whole van felt a little stroke on their hearts, feeling bad again.

“Hope she can see the poster we made for her” before Dustin can add anything, Eddie pulls his arm, excitedly.

“We’re here! We made it!” Everyone looks at Eddie pulling to the big Oakton Ice arena. A lot of cars were parked, and tons of families with balloons, bouquets, and more were heading inside.

“Garett, now is a good time to call Delilah” the boy nodded, pulling out the big block of cables that was considered a cellphone in 1986.

A week ago, Eddie had to go to your ice skate club to beg Delilah to let them be in the competition. He had to tell her the whole story, and even so, Delilah made him go and ask your parents if they were okay with that big distraction for you. They accepted, but they couldn’t see you, only after you performed.

That was more than enough for Eddie.

“She said she will be at the entrance to let us in” after picking a spot to park the van. They all hopped out. Delilah greeted them, and Eddie practically jumped in her direction.

“Are we late?” Delilah escorted them through security and a little after, they were looking at the big ice rink.

“No, not really. The boy's programs are done, now we are mid part going with the lady's short programs. `` The music was loud, but Delilah was trying not to speak very loudly. A black-haired girl was performing a boring orchestra song, to Eddie’s dismay.

He knew what he was getting into, most of the ice skating routines were classical musicals from a hundred years ago.

“Y/n can’t see you now. No matter if she wins or not, you can’t see her until the competition is over” everyone nodded. Delilah indicated to them their seats, which were in a good spot. Eddie felt nervous when he saw Jason Carver, with Brady, Chrissy, and Sally seated near your parents.

“Thank you…” Eddie said to the woman, who only gave him a brief smile and disappeared into the crowd of people.

..

Eddie is very impatient, it’s been five girls' turn and you haven’t come out to perform. The time feels eternal for him, meanwhile, for you it is going very fast.

You don’t know he’s out there, if you were aware of that, you would be extremely nervous, trembling, and babbling. But you can only focus on the music playing through your big headphones.

“Hey, ready? It’s time…” Delilah surprises you, making you stop the music.

“I’m not nervous, just anxious…” you say when you start walking beside the woman who was your mentor. Delilah got you a sponsorship with Macy's and it was making your image more famous, which you didn’t like, but you would never let them know.

“That’s normal, just breathe before the music starts, relax all your muscles and let it flow, don’t force anything.” you nod, noticing the ice rink was in front of you now. A lot of o people were in their seats, cheering and talking. Thank god you weren’t able to hear all the cheers and applauses for the other competitors.

“There she is!” Dustin almost screams when he sees you coming under the bleachers of the rink. Eddie turns to see you too, you’re talking with Delilah, and taking off the blade guards of your shoes. Your dress is nude, if the little stones that made the dress shine weren’t placed across the fabric, everyone could miss it and think you were naked from the top half of your body. Evident mascara and bright red cherry lipstick on your lips, with your hair in a half ponytail.

Eddie feels his eyes are dilated just by seeing you, feeling twice in love with you, he hears your name being presented, followed by the name of your presentation, which is Dark eyes.

He follows your movements as you enter the rink, a lot of people are cheering, and he can swear he can hear Sally screaming so loud for you. After a couple of seconds, you position yourself in the rink and the music starts.

—

“Eddie!…” the boy turns to see your mother, she greets him with a short hug, which he hurried to reciprocate. “I’m glad you made it, well, you and the boys”

“Yeah, we were close to losing it” she giggled, looking at the boys and waving at them.

“Listen, I never had the chance to say how much I’m sorry…” your mother offers him another smile, leaning to caress his shoulder.

“Boy, don’t worry. You’ve been there for y/n longer than anyone, don’t let one error destroy everything” Eddie smiled slightly ashamed. Your mother’s words give him hope. “Be honest, Eddie. Do you love her? don’t think about it’s her mother asking you this”

“I have. Since I was sixteen.” she smiles and pats the shoulder she was caressing.

“Then you just have to wait one more hour to tell her” his heart beats happily, and after thanking your mother, she tells him she has to go to help him get ready for the long program.

—

The big mirror in the room lets you look at your new costume, this time, the dress is the infamous purple one. It has a degraded effect from the chest to the edges of the skirt and sleeves. The cleavage is heart-shaped, with a transparent purple fabric covering your shoulders and arms. The bun in your head is lowered, and with your hair combed by the middle, you feel amazing.

Your mother zips the back of your dress when you hear Sally and Chrissy entering the room.

“You are in third place!. That’s amazing, babe!” Chrissy says, hugging you, and Sally joins too.

“The girl from New York got so mad, his mentor had calmed her on the screen, and everyone was laughing at her!” Lisa Chen didn’t like you for some reason, the New York skating team wasn’t very friendly.

“Lisa Chen doesn’t like to lose” they agreed, and they join your mother to apply your makeup.

“You’re going to freak when you…” Chrissy pinches Sally, and she gets quiet, making you giggle.

“What?…” your mother smiles at them, which makes you more confused.

“You’ll see…” before you can ask further, Delilah comes again.

“Four minutes to go out…” your body shakes a little, but you are stronger enough to sigh and stand up, forgetting about what your friends were saying.

“Good luck, Jason and Brady said you’re gonna be awesome” an aww goes out of your mouth, and after a little goodbye, you are on the edge of the rink again. This time, you enter the ice and a wave of confidence hits you.

From his seat, Eddie sees you again, this time your costume is more interesting. It’s dark, your makeup it’s dark too, even your lipstick, in a berry tone. He dares to think you look sexy and elegant but still perfect. The music starts and it’s more intriguing, it’s jazz, from the fifties or sixties. As the choreography develops, everyone starts holding their breaths when you’re close to making the axel.

Eddie wasn’t an expert on ice skating, but for sure he knew what an axel was, the most difficult jump in the whole sport. During the chorus of the song, you prepare to jump, and Eddie can feel sweat forming on his forehead.

When you land, everyone starts yelling and cheering. Eddie stands up and claps excitedly, while the boys imitate him. Only one girl beside you completed the jump clearly, without penalties.

“Fuck!, that’s my girl!” Eddie curses while smiling at the sight of you, he discovered you could look more beautiful and perfect than he thought. He knows your performance is close to the end when the people continuously cheer, watching you spin and dance across the rink. Finally, you’re done, a lot of people stand up, they throw flowers and some plushies, and you thank them while giggling happily, catching your breath.

Delilah waits for you, helping you go out of the ice rink.

“That was very good, y/n” she hugs you, making you feel proud of yourself. The adrenaline in your body was slowly going away, but your excitement was persistent, as your mentor walked you to the spot where judges would read your scores. A new wave of applause starts when the judges announce you are in second place, escalating one position, making you gasp in surprise, hugging Delilah again.

“Oh my God, I’m in second place!” The woman makes you drink more water after laughing with you.

“I don’t think the last two competitors will beat you.”

She was right, they couldn’t. You ended up in second place, you knew it the moment the scores of the last girl were announced. That’s when the rink was cleaned again, and there was a brief break. You are down with your mentor, talking with the rest of the team, even if you didn’t know the girls that well, they were being nice and giving you warm congratulations.

“Hey…” you turn when someone calls you, expecting it to be Jason or Brady. But you freeze when you encounter Eddie Munson. You stay quiet, looking at him, he is wearing his black leather jacket, his messy hair as usual, but he looks more elegant with a black turtleneck sweater and grey jeans. You manage to give him an awkward smile, and he notices how red you’re getting.

“Hi…” suddenly you feel shy again like you were meeting him for the first time again. “What are you doing here?”

“What? You thought I was gonna miss one of the most important events for you?” you thought you couldn’t get redder, but you did.

“Well, yeah. It’s not like we have been the closest for the past weeks” you want to hide some hairs behind your ear as an excuse to avoid his gaze, but your hair is in a perfectly accommodated bun, so you can’t.

“I know… this is for you” for the first time, you notice he’s holding some flowers, pink lilies. The emotions build up very fast, and once again, you feel like you could cry, he was being very cute.

“Oww, thank you. I…, I don’t know what to say” the flowers are your support, he knows you’re nervous, it’s on his hands to build up a conversation.

“How about I start apologizing for being an asshole?” a little smile perks from your face, and Eddie gains more confidence to keep talking.

“Okay…” his face grabs your chin, making you look up to see him, his beautiful eyes scream honesty.

“I don’t know why I said all those stupid things. It was so stupid and immature” your body relaxes when he starts caressing your cheek, it feels right. “I wanted to befriend Catherine so badly, that I was becoming like her, and… that’s not what I wanted. I’ve always wanted you”

“Really?” The shyness in your voice sounds cuter than ever, and Eddie’s smile grows.

“Of course, I started talking to you because I had a crush on you. I never said anything because I thought we were just friends…” it felt like you weren’t about to receive a medal, that you were at the entrance of an ice rink, music playing in the background to make the break more enjoyable, you could only see and hear Eddie’s eyes and voice.

“I loved the music box…” you say, stroking the petals of the pink flowers, trying to calm your nervousness.

“Yeah?, I wanted to give you something related to ice skating, but… this was better I guess.” unconsciously, you two are closer, chests almost brushing. You don’t notice it, but your friends and family are looking in your direction.

“So…, Now what?” Finally, you look at him again. His hand moves closer to your lips, his thumb is near your lower lip now.

“I don’t know. Do you forgive me?`` The intensity between his eyes and yours is big, the connectivity is inevitable, he wants to kiss you so badly, just like you want to kiss him. “Because I’m am sorry, and I would never dare to do some shit to hurt you again”

“Kiss him, y/n!” you hear someone yelling. You turn to see it’s Jason, so you send him an ashamed smile. Then Brady and Sally start yelling the same. But you end up completely surprised when you notice the hellfire club on the other side of the bleachers.

“You brought them too?” Eddie nods smiling. Dustin and Lucas are carrying a poster that says <Eddie loves u, and so do we ♡>, they are also yelling.

“Kiss him, kiss him!” Your horror grows when most of the arena starts cheering and yelling the same, even the cameraman is pointing at Eddie and you, projecting the image on the large display where the scores are being presented. You turn to see Eddie, who’s giggling like you.

“I love you,” he says as if he was trying to calm you. And you realize he really proved he loved you, just like the hellfire club did. Your new friends knew it, you discover that maybe that’s why Robin Buckley was trying to talk to you. Your mother, Delilah, and your friends knew that he was coming.

Fuck it, you love him too.

“I love you too, Eddie” so you end up leaning completely to kiss him. Your shoes make it easy for your height difference. You decide to close your eyes and let it go. You hear a big crowd cheering and screaming, and you can feel Eddie smiling through the kiss. It was perfect, you wanted to archive the moment for eternity.

“I’m lucky to be kissing the winner of the nationals. Just letting everyone know that the future Olympic athlete is my girl” his words make you laugh very hard. His hand is interlocking with yours.

“Eddie, I am in second place, and I’m not sure if I will ever participate in the Olympics. Plus… Who said I’m your girl?” he seized his smile, looking worried.

“Oh no… I thought…, I-“ you laugh again, loving that all the attention is not on you two anymore.

“I’m kidding, of course, I am your girl, metal boy” he sighs, relaxed again. So he wraps his arms around you, hugging you.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, y/n. I will never disappoint you again” you correspond to his hug.

“I know…” the distant and barely noticeable sound of his heartbeat was enough to confirm his words. “I know you after all”

“Yeah, you do, doll.” Before he can add anything else, Delilah taps your shoulder.

“Sorry champ, but I need to borrow her. She’s all yours after the medal is hanging off her neck” you roll your eyes yes happily, while Eddie and you looked like two idiots in love.

“I’ll see you after this, love you” Delilah pulls you away, and Eddie waves happily.

“Love you too. We’re gonna celebrate tonight!” you nod giggling before you have to enter the ice rink again and skate towards the podium where you would receive your medal.

You make a brief recap of everything that happened in one month, and you accept that it was a lot, but it was worth it. The happiness you felt when the silver medal was given to you, plus the recent acquisition of your new friends, reconciliation with your old friends, and your new era with Eddie as your boyfriend, was more than enough.

When you look to see him standing beside Delilah, he throws kisses in the air for you, making you laugh, and capturing your best smile for the pictures. All that happened was weird but beautiful.

——

Requests are about to start in late October 💖

Taglist: @shelbycillian , @aedicn , @sad-darksoul , @ali-r3n, @plk-18, @englishmensbitch16 , @myfavoritesareproblematic .

[writingsofwesteros]

How do we feel about pervy professor Aemond and pervy priest Gwayne?

Both of them love the same student, she’s at the catholic college, she always has low cut tops and tiny skirts. Aemond swears that she’s trying to flash him, so when she crosses her legs he always discreetly takes a photo of her lacy underwear. Expect for the day she’s not wearing any underwear, he has to dismiss class early; his little problem is a not so little problem.

Gwayne notices her leaving Aemonds class early and asks her if everything is all right. When he finds out that Aemond dismissed them early he has to find out why.

Aemond shows him the pictures he’s taken of her over the semester including the one he took today. Gwayne sympathizes with Aemond, he knows how much of a slut she is. Every confession she’s talking about fucking someone or sucking them off. Gwayne is always jacking off to her confessions, he wants to tell her to come into his part of the confessional booth and to get down on her knees to beg for forgiveness. Instead he just tells her to say some our fathers and Hail Marys to be absolved of her sins and to also not do those sins again.

Aemond and Gwayne hatch a plan to get her alone, they can’t take not having her anymore. Aemond tells her one day to meet him during office hours, he needs to have a private talk with her. She agrees immediately, she’s a good girl even if she a big slut.

The day of the meeting she’s dressed more conservatively a tee shirt with tight jeans. Aemond is only just starting his speech about why he called her in to his office when Gwayne knocks and comes in. He pretends to be surprised by seeing her there, but Aemond says he should also help with her immortal soul. At her confused look Aemond explains that he and Gwayne know how much of slut she is; that this is an intervention for her soul.

Aemond tells Gwayne to sit down in a chair and for her to get on her knees to beg for forgiveness while sucking Gwaynes dick. It shouldn’t turn her on so much when Aemond pushes her all the way down and says that the only thing she’s good at is being a whore. Aemond notices her clenching her thighs together, so he decides to help her, he undoes her jeans and pulls them down while also noticing she’s not wearing any underwear. He asks if she planned to be fucked by him and Gwayne that day or if she was going to whore herself out.

When she can’t answer because Gwaynes dick is still down her throat, Aemond spanks her. It causes a moan which results in him noticing the wetness pooling underneath her. Aemond is such a gentleman that of course he’ll help her out by shoving his dick into her weeping hole.

UM YES PLEASE

Aemond has a collection of those pictures at home. Its a problem.

Priest!Gwayne is hot and she will soon be gagging on his cock in confession whilst he listens to others' sin.

She can only gag on his cock as Aemond pushes deep. Her drool moving down Gwayne's length as his hands move to the back of her head now. "Fuck , such a whore." He groaned; his stomach tightening as she sucks on his leaking, mushroom head.

[talesfromthebacklog]

Tales From The Frontlog: Princess Peach Showtime.

7/10

Princess Peach Showtime is good. It’s a game I’m willing to bet will be overlooked in the sea of Mario titles that exist on the Switch. It’ll probably be even a bit pricey down the line. The smaller weird titles like this tend to do that.

The best way to describe this game is that it’s a game about a being magical girl who uses various transformations to help people. When you look hard enough almost all the tropes are there and that alone makes this worth a pickup. Because games that are so blatantly like that are rare.

But you really feel like it’s missing something that could’ve made it truly special. Which is weird because it does offer a very complete experience. I guess the best way to put it is it has trouble feeling like a “Mario” world title. And not because Mario is missing. Give me some credit.

I had a fantastic time playing, but we’re about the dissect what I think Princess Peach Showtime is missing.

Firstly I want to get aesthetic out of the way. Partially because there were a lot arguments online if Peach was “fem” enough. Which was peak stupidity. Peach is the fem of fems. It was insane this was even an argument. Also these outfits rocked.

But more importantly her game really lacked that Mario pop. Peach is fun, the premise is great, but you really could swap out Peach for a different magical girl and the premise/world still work. Peach just sells better. And she’s cute. Just look at her.

And I’m not complaining about the absence of most of the Mario cast. Characters as individuals should be able to shine on their own. Peach being the only main cast member used was a great decision. But you don’t feel like you’re in that high fantasy Mario environment. Even when away from the Mushroom Kingdom mario still has a very specific look to it.

Mario is high fantasy in its own way. I wanted to see that better reflected in Princess Peach Showtime. Every once in a while you do see glimpses, specifically in a Paper Mario way. Where the backgrounds are obviously set dressing, the horses have strings, some thorns were cardboard cut out, etc.

I think they needed to lean into this more. In a way I think the environment needed to be less immersive. I get that “there’s evil magic” but I think it should’ve looked a bit more hokey like real plays. Also put some people in the audience watching Peach rescue people. Have curtains close at the end of levels instead of it fading to white and then closing. You’re closing the curtain. You don’t need the fade to white. They’re small details that would’ve gone a long way to really increase the look. Maybe even bring some of the lighting in as part of the platforming where you’re running on the equipment and then reenter on a stage over.

It might be a useless complaint. I think this might’ve been more of a quick budget title for Nintendo at the end of a console life cycle, but don’t quote me on that.

There’s small aesthetic nitpicks I have too.

Like what the fuck is this? And they do this with the green and blue dresses too where they add this clashing purple. I’m not going to sit here and tell you she looks hideous. She doesn’t, but let us have a dress that is completely blue! And they don’t match the shoe color to any of the dresses fyi. Those stay her traditional red. I know that’s a nitpick, like a really small one, but it still… bothers me. I understand why they put it there. I just don’t care. Purple and yellow? And so lazily executed? Hmpf.

And she obviously looks better when everything matches to some degree. Look at that! Why did they restrict the color palette on the dress options so much. I get that pink is her color but… come on. The costumes are allowed to break the mold but the dresses aren’t?

Also just missed opportunity for some simple easter egg dresses. Especially since some of those challenges are tedious as all get out. I did all that to earn this ⬇️ and not something genuinely cool. Fucking ick. It’s not bad looking but not worth doing a frustrating to control challenge for. I’m not even asking for new dress models. But let us put her in a Daisy dress or something. I don’t know.

And the levels… are always fun on a first play through. But if you’re playing without a guide as a completionist you’ll need to run through them more than once because it is easy to miss stuff. And it can be more time consuming than it’s worth. And when you’re on a fourth attempt that shit gets old quick.

Don’t get it twisted though: this game is short, sweet, and regularly mixes up the gameplay to keep gamer’s on their toes. There are no costumes or game mechanics that overstay their welcome. Whenever I walked into a new stage I was uncertain what I would be walking into and the costumes are all equally fun in different ways. They do a good job balancing out the adventure and recreation costumes too. So you get a break from faster paced action by baking instead. Smart. My favorite is you get a magical girl transformation for each new costume you get and only for the first time you get it.

The transformations are fun. Plain and simple.

From a gameplay perspective I don’t actually have that many complaints. It’s not complicated by any means, nor is it hard. But it’s not meant to be those things. Princess Peach Showtime is just a fun cozy game getaway. Maybe even something you play in between other games.

Then there’s Madame Grape. I get what they were going for. They wanted a fruit villain because they have a “fruit” protagonist. (I think there is an homage to Dionysus as well.) But it’s just very eh. I don’t know how to fix that to make it less eh. I think it’s a core design problem. Additionally Madame Grape, despite being mentioned throughout the entire story, isn’t very important. She is a vessel for the plot to exist. Which isn’t inherently a bad thing, a lot of Nintendo villains fill this role, but she also has no iconic qualities to her either. She’s just kind’ve this purple blob that shows up from time to time. I do like that Nintendo didn’t use Bowser though. It keeps the game female centric. So that’s cool.

I can’t get over how she needs to look more grape themed. I know Peach doesn’t necessarily have Peach themes but like… you could’ve told me she was the fucking plum queen and I would’ve believed you. But I’m nitpicking again.

Stella the helper is… nothing. She exists as the vessel to make Peach a magical girl. Stella is the magical girl pet/wand/narrator for the adventure. She’s not bad. She’s just nothing.

The other NPCs (both friend and foe) fall into that Nintendo hole of being the same cardboard cutout person in different costumes over and over too. (At least they had different costumes…) Which is to be expected at this point, they’re just “not Toads”. And I know not every game can have a Mario Odyssey budget but I feel like we needed more visual variety within the NPC cast. Though this is an old ass complaint folks have had about Mario titles for a while so I’m not going to dwell on it too much.

Also while “stars” make sense the little “not toads” should’ve been fruit themed too. That way you could at least swap out multiple colors and call them different “fruits” if you wanted to be lazy about it.

I guess that’s the issue with the game in general. The only real character that has any semblance of personality is Peach. Everything and everyone else is just set dressing so Peach can perform for the player. it makes sense but it leaves the world feeling empty. And I’m not asking for lore. This is not that kind of game. I think I just want more substance. Which is hard to do when you’re boiling down tropes into a 3 act structure for each costume.

And I have a lot of nitpicks here. Almost like I dislike the game. Which was not the case at all. I had a grand time. The costumes are fun, it’s fun to play all the way through, and the levels in the game itself also doesn’t overstay its welcome. At max you’re looking at a 12 hour experience if you’re a completionist.

Under ten if you just want to play it.

Visually the game is beautiful. The music was nothing to write home about.

But. I think because it’s a short experience I’m disappointed it didn’t push itself harder to be high aesthetic. Games that are both genuinely good and girly are hard to find. Often “feminine focused” games like this just fucking suck. You can tell Nintendo cared about this project.

But I think to be an 8 or 9 experience it needed to push its visuals a bit harder.