#genuinely excited to explore this pack

[whyeverr]

things I’m excited for (in no particular order):

exterior wall-mounted AC units, squat toilets, the hard plastic chair

the water heater (yes it feels like this belongs in a City Living refresh but I can’t deny my feelings for her! 🥵)

hopscotch and marbles and sky lanterns 🥹

the rice cooker and new functional tea pot and all the delicious looking new foods (all the new foods look so good lately!)

Cringe trait and the elder-specific Wise trait 🫶🏻

deco tuk tuks

the real estate sign and new communal mailboxes (with indoor and outdoor options!)

the glimmer of hope I’m keeping alive for angled gable options in build mode — am I dreaming or is the building in the bottom right (with the kind of roofline I’m talking about) not a deco building? you can see through the windows…

[w4ndal0ver]

said i'm gonna play with myself (milf!wanda x tutor!reader)

W4NDALOVER'S KINKMAS | 2024

dec 7: said i'm gonna play with myself (milf!wanda x tutor!reader)

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KINKMAS MASTERLIST | 2024

summary: While tutoring Wanda's children, she invites you to stay for dinner, before giving you a call that you'd never forget when you get home

warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, mommy kink, phone sex

said i'm gonna play with myself.

“Let’s wrap up for today, Tommy. I think you’re well on your way to acing this unit,” you say, gathering your notes.

Tommy grins, newfound enthusiasm lighting his face. “Thanks! I might actually read the rest of it now.”

As you gather your things, you take one last glance at Wanda, who is arranging the table. A flutter of excitement stirs in your chest—this tutoring session is just a step into something deeper, something you can’t wait to explore.

Just as you finish packing up, Wanda glances at the clock, then back at you, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “You know, it’s still early, and Vision won’t be home for a while. Would you like to stay for dinner? It’d be nice to have some adult conversation.”

A rush of excitement mingles with nervousness at the invitation. You glance at Tommy, who looks equally surprised.

“Yeah, stay! My mom makes the best food,” Tommy adds, his grin wide and eager, clearly hoping for an excuse to avoid any homework.

Wanda laughs, a melodic sound that fills the kitchen. “It’s true! Plus, I could use some help keeping Tommy on track. We can talk about your studies too.”

You hesitate for a moment, considering the offer. “Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?” you ask, glancing between Wanda and Tommy.

Wanda shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. “Not at all! It’s always more fun to share a meal. And I’d love to hear more about your experiences at Yale, especially your English Literature classes.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending more time with Wanda, diving deeper into conversation and sharing stories. “That sounds wonderful. I’d love to stay.”

Wanda’s face lights up with happiness. “Great! Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll finish up here.” She moves back to the stove, and you take a seat at the kitchen island, feeling the warmth of her invitation settle around you

“Can I help you with anything?” You ask genuinely, wanting to show her your appreciation for letting you stay. 

“Just sit there and look pretty for me.” She smirks, looking at you over her shoulder as she starts to dish up the food that she’d made. She starts to softly hum to herself as you perch on the side. “This smells amazing,” you say, leaning closer to inhale the rich scent.

“It’s a family recipe for beef stew,” she replies, her eyes lighting up. “Tommy and Billy love it, especially on chilly days like today.”

The kitchen feels warm and inviting, and you admire how effortlessly she creates an atmosphere that feels both homey and elegant. As she plates the stew, you can’t help but appreciate the care she puts into everything she does.

“Dinner is served!” she announces, setting down two bowls, each steaming and inviting. The sight alone makes your mouth water, and you grab a warm roll from the basket nearby, slathering it with butter.

As you dig into the meal, you find yourself drawn into Wanda’s world. She shares anecdotes from her life, her voice soothing and engaging, while Tommy and Billy interject with playful commentary. The laughter that fills the kitchen feels intimate, and you notice how Wanda’s eyes sparkle when she talks about her passions.

Between bites, you steal glances at Wanda, captivated by the way she moves about the kitchen, effortlessly transitioning between tasks. Each moment with her feels charged, as if you’re discovering more than just a talented cook but a woman who radiates warmth and kindness.

As dinner winds down, Wanda leans back in her chair, satisfaction evident on her face. “I’m glad you decided to stay,” she says, and her smile feels like an invitation, a promise of more moments like this.

“Me too,” You reply, a flutter of excitement stirring within you. This cosy kitchen, filled with lingering scents of dinner and the warmth of shared laughter, felt right. 

As you sit there, enjoying the warmth of the kitchen and the fading light of the afternoon, your gaze drifts to Wanda. She moves with an effortless grace, her laughter mingling with the aroma of dinner, and you can’t help but admire the way her eyes light up when she engages in conversation. Each glance she steals in your direction feels laden with unspoken intentions, and you find yourself wondering what goes on in her mind. What motivates her to invite you into her home, to share this intimate moment with her family? There’s a softness to her demeanour, a hint of flirtation that suggests she sees more in you than just a tutor for Tommy. The warmth in her gaze ignites a mix of excitement and curiosity within you, making you contemplate the possibilities that lie ahead—possibilities that make your heart race with anticipation.

As Tommy and Billy finish their plates, they exchange playful glances before Tommy pushes his chair back. “Can I be excused? I need to go check something on my phone.”

“Me too! Can we play that new game?” Billy pipes up, bouncing in his seat.

“Alright, just keep it down,” Wanda replies with a smile, waving them off. The moment they scurry from the table, the atmosphere shifts, leaving just you and Wanda.

The air feels charged, almost electric. You lean back, savouring the lingering warmth of the meal and the soft glow of the kitchen light. Wanda glances toward the pantry and then looks back at you, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “How about a little wine to celebrate surviving our first tutoring session?”

You chuckle as she moves toward the cupboard, reaching for a bottle. She holds it up, tilting it slightly as if to gauge your reaction, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What do you think? Care to share a glass?”

“Why not?” you reply, intrigued by her casual invitation. Wanda pours two glasses, her movements fluid and graceful. As she hands you a glass, her fingers brush against yours, sending a small thrill through you.

“It’s nice to unwind after a long day, don’t you think?” she says, leaning against the counter, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart flutter.

“It definitely is,” you agree, raising your glass in a mock toast. “To surviving tutoring sessions and small towns.”

She laughs, her eyes lighting up, and you can’t help but admire the way she carries herself, exuding both warmth and confidence. “And to new beginnings.”

You take a sip, enjoying the rich flavours as the conversation flows effortlessly between you. “It’s weird being back in Westview. This town can feel so stifling,” you admit, twirling your fork absently. “I didn’t realise how freeing it would be to go to Yale and finally be able to express myself.”

Wanda tilts her head, her gaze locking onto yours with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. “Have you found anyone in Connecticut?” she asks, her voice light but filled with genuine interest.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “Oh, there were plenty of people interested, but none that I could be bothered to get to know. Friends, sure, but not a girlfriend.”

“Really?” Wanda leans in slightly, her elbows resting on the table, interest evident in her expression. “Not even a little spark with anyone?”

Her question is playful, and you feel a rush of warmth. “I guess I just didn’t find anyone worth my time.”

Wanda’s smile widens, and she tilts her head slightly, her hair falling to one side. “You’re telling me a beautiful girl like you couldn’t find someone to take a chance on?” She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “That’s hard to believe.”

The playful banter makes your heart race. “Believe it or not, I’m not exactly the most sought-after prize.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I find you quite intriguing.”

Feeling emboldened by her flirtation, you decide to take a bolder step, though you tread lightly, your curiosity tinged with an eagerness to learn more about her. “So, I’ve been curious about something,” you say, hesitating just a moment to build anticipation. 

“Hit me.” She says, her eyes twinkling as her finger traces the rim of her wine glass. 

“Your affair with Agatha, what was that like?”

Wanda’s expression shifts, the playful sparkle in her eyes momentarily flickering with surprise. “You’re quite the inquisitive one, aren’t you?” she replies, a mix of intrigue and wariness in her voice, but there’s an underlying thrill in her tone. “How did you even - no it doesn’t even matter.” She laughs, knowing immediately that Agatha wasn’t exactly one for keeping her mouth shut. 

You lean forward slightly, drawn in by her response. “I mean, it seems like it must have been complicated. You two have such a dynamic.” You let the words linger, allowing the weight of the question to settle between you.

Wanda tilts her head, contemplating her answer, her lips parting slightly as if to speak but then closing again. The silence hangs, thick with unspoken thoughts. “Complicated is one way to put it,” she finally admits, her voice softening. “It taught me a lot about myself, about what I wanted.”

“Did you ever think about what might have happened if things had gone differently?” you ask, your tone teasing but sincere, hoping to coax out more from her.

Wanda’s eyes meet yours, the intensity of her gaze making your heart race. “Sometimes,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers brushing against yours on the table. “How come you’re so interested in my love life young lady?”

“You asked about mine first.” It was your turn to wink this time and the reaction that you got from Wanda was completely worth it. Finally her cheeks blushed pink, her lips rolling against each other and her tongue poked against her cheek, something you realised was her tell. 

“You got me there sweetheart.” She hums, taking another sip of her wine, the sip turning into a glug, the wine matching the deep colour of her cheeks, highlighting the blonde highlights of her hair which she tucked behind her ear.

You watch her, captivated by the way she navigates the conversation with both grace and playful candour. Wanda’s demeanour radiates warmth, but there's an underlying intensity in her gaze that pulls you in even closer. She leans back slightly, her fingers swirling the wine glass, the deep red liquid catching the light in a way that mirrors the spark in her eyes.

“You know,” she starts, her voice light but teasing, “I didn’t expect such an insightful conversation over dinner. I usually just get ‘What’s your favourite colour?’ or ‘What’s your favourite drink?’” She laughs softly, a musical sound that echoes in the cosy kitchen, making you smile in response.

“Those questions have their charm, but I’d take a good chat about love lives any day,” you reply, letting your gaze linger on her lips as she speaks. “It’s way more interesting.”

Wanda’s smile widens, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Interesting, huh? So, you’re saying I’m interesting?” Her tone is playful, but there’s a subtle challenge behind it that makes your pulse quicken.

“Absolutely. You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met,” you say, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach. You can’t help but feel drawn to her, a magnetic pull that’s both thrilling and intoxicating.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she responds with a smirk, leaning closer again, her elbow brushing against yours. “But seriously, I’m curious. If you had to pick, what’s your type?”

You pause, considering your answer, but the way she’s looking at you makes it difficult to think clearly. “Honestly? Someone confident, a bit witty, maybe a little mysterious.” Your eyes meet hers, and you see a flicker of intrigue dance across her features. “You know, like someone who can keep me on my toes.”

“Oh really?” Wanda arches an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling into a sly grin. “I think I might know someone who fits that description.” Her gaze flickers to your lips and back to your eyes, a playful challenge lingering in the air between you.

“Do you now?” you tease, leaning closer, your heart racing as you embrace the flirtation. “Care to share?”

She chuckles softly, a soft sound that wraps around you like a warm blanket. “Maybe. But only if you promise to keep it a secret.”

“Cross my heart,” you reply, a playful seriousness in your tone, your heart thumping in anticipation.

“Alright,” she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Lets just say this person has a soft spot for pretty girls who can hold up their own in a conversation.” She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks, and for a moment, you’re both lost in each other's gaze, the air thick with unspoken tension. Just then, you notice the clock on the wall and blink in surprise, realising how much time has passed. “Wow, I really should get going. I can’t believe how late it’s gotten.”

Wanda’s expression shifts slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering across her face. “Oh, do you have to?”

“Yeah, I should” you begin, but she interrupts you, standing up and moving toward her purse.

“Wait, let me grab something for you,” she says, her tone light as she rummages through her bag. You take a moment to gather your things, but the atmosphere feels charged, and you can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the end.

As you slip on your coat, she turns to you, a hundred-dollar bill in her hand. “Here, take this,” she says, extending it toward you.

You glance at the money, then back at her, unsure. “Wanda, this is way too much. I can’t just take this.”

“Just take it, please,” she insists, her tone soft but firm. “Consider it a thank you for making dinner so enjoyable.”

Her fingers brush against yours as she tries to push the bill into your palm, and you can’t help but notice the warmth of her touch, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “I really can’t”

“Just let me do this,” she interrupts, her eyes locking onto yours, an intensity behind them that leaves you breathless. “I want you to have it.”

With a sigh, you let her close your hand around the bill, the warmth of her touch lingering. “Alright, if you insist.” You grab your stuff and she follows you out towards the front door.

As you stand by the door, the weight of the moment settles around you, electrifying the air. Wanda moves closer, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sends your heart racing. You feel a thrill as she reaches up, her fingers gently brushing against your cheek, and then she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The soft caress sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but lean into her touch, savouring the warmth of her hand lingering near your face.

“There,” she says, her voice low and sultry, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Much better.” The way her fingers linger near your ear feels almost intimate, and you find yourself holding your breath, caught in the moment.

Wanda’s eyes search yours, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. “You always look beautiful,” she adds, her voice dropping just above a whisper, making your heart flutter. The compliment hangs in the air, thick with unspoken possibilities.

“Thanks,” you manage to reply, your voice softer than usual, the closeness between you two making the world outside fade away. You can feel the warmth radiating from her, a magnetism that draws you even closer. All you wanted was to tell her how beautiful you thought she was, pull yourself into a kiss as she slams you up against the door to her suburban house, but instead you can’t get the words out.

As she pulls her hand away, a slight blush creeps up her cheeks, and you notice the way her gaze flickers between your eyes and lips, an unspoken invitation that makes your pulse quicken. The chemistry between you crackles like electricity, and you can’t help but wonder what might happen next, the evening stretching before you with infinite possibilities.

“See you next Tuesday,” she says, a smile playing on her lips as she steps back, watching you with an expression that makes your heart race.

As you step outside, the cool air hits you, but the warmth of the moment lingers, not able to get it out of your head as you walk back home. Everything about her felt so wrong, but you couldn’t ignore the way her eyes gazing into yours made you feel, something so raw and exciting. She was magnetic, all you wanted to do was let your walls fall down and allow her to take you into her grasp, but you knew that you couldn’t, it was too risky. 

.-.

As soon as you reach your house, your thoughts are still tangled in the evening’s events, the warmth of her touches still ghosting over your skin. The immediate heat of the house matches the flush in your cheeks despite the chill of the cool night air. It feels unusually quiet, especially after the buzzing tension you’d just left behind. 

Kicking off your shoes, you move through the motions of getting ready for bed, but your mind keeps circling back to Wanda. The way her stare lingered on you, how she always leaned closer with each exchange, her fingers brushing yours. That last touch, the press of her hand around the money she forced into your palm, everything was making your skin burn uncontrollably. 

You slip into bed, your phone resting on the nightstand, its screen dim but somehow tempting, as if you half expect a message. You close your eyes, but Wanda’s image is imprinted there, her teasing smile, the way she tucked that loose strand of hair behind her ear, the flash of something daring in her eyes every time she glanced at you. There was no more denying it, you’re drawn to her in a way that feels inescapable. The flirting, the touches, she reads your mind without saying a word. 

Just as you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes softly, the screen lighting up with a name that makes you jump up in excitement. Wanda. 

You pick up without hesitation, “Hey Wanda,” you say, trying to keep your voice casual, as if you hadn’t been thinking about the way she’d look on top of you. 

“Hi,” She replies, her voice warm, a little lower than usual, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” You assure her, shifting slightly under the covers, your thighs squeezing together at nothing but the sound of her voice, “What’s up, it’s late?”

“I was just thinking about our conversation earlier,” She says, her tone deepening with every word she spoke, “I wanted to check in, make sure you got home safe.”

You smiled, touched by her genuine thoughtfulness, “I did, I’m just getting ready for bed.”

“Good, good.” Wanda murmurs. There’s a slight pause, and you hear her inhale deeply, “I, uh, was also thinking about what you said, about finding someone,”

You couldn’t help but feel your breath hitch in the back of your throat, the tension rising over telephone lines. “Yeah? What about it?”

Her voice drops lower, and there's a subtle shift in the air. You can hear her breathing, soft but uneven, something about it was different. “I guess it’s just, surprising, you know?” She whispers, “That someone as pretty as you hasn’t found anyone worth your time.” 

You shift the phone harder against your ear, suddenly hyper aware of the weight of her silence between every word. “Wanda?” You ask gently, her silence deafening. 

“I’m here,” She responds, but there's a catch in her voice, a breathless quality that wasn’t there before, “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about you.”

Your breath catches, her words making your stomach flip and you could almost choke against her words, “About me?”

There's a soft sound on the other end of the line, a barely audible gasp. Wanda’s breathing hitches and you feel your pulse quicken as realisation dawns down on you. Her breaths are shallow, broken by quiet, restrained moans. 

The sudden intimacy of it makes your skin tingle, Wanda was touching herself, while talking to you. The idea sends a rush of heat straight through you, your own breath panting as you process what’s happening. Your mind circling down on the thought of her blowing a blonde strand of hair out of her face as her back arched against the palm of her hand. 

“I-” You don’t even know what to say. 

“You have no idea how much you've been on my mind.” Wanda whispers, her voice thick with pleasure, each word punctuated by the sounds of her breath quickening, “God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you even after you left.”

Her words are laced with heat, and you feel the tension between you spike, your body responding to the quiet sounds of her gasps, to the way her voice curls around each breathless word.

“I can’t stop imagining” She trails off, another soft moan escaping her, and it feels like it’s all for you, every breath, every sound. “What it’d be like if you were here”

The room feels hotter suddenly, your pulse pounding in your ears. You can picture her now, in her own bed, hand sliding against her skin, her body arching with every wave of pleasure. It’s almost overwhelming, how close she feels despite the distance, how intimate this moment has become.

“Wanda” you murmur, your voice betraying your own excitement, your body reacting to the sultry edge in her voice, to the rawness of this unexpected moment.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teases softly, her voice a delicate thread of desire. “I can tell, I can hear it in your voice.”

You can’t help the way your body responds, heat pooling low in your belly, the thrill of her words sending sparks through your veins. This connection, the electric pull between you and Wanda, feels impossible to ignore now. You could feel your arousal building between your legs, doing everything you could to not join her. 

“Tell me what you’d do,” Wanda whispers, the soft, sensual command in her voice making you shiver. You swallow hard, the intimacy of her question hanging in the air, the weight of what she’s asking leaving you breathless.

Your breath catches at her words, the weight of Wanda’s request settling over you, igniting something deep within. There’s a moment of silence, thick and heavy, as you process the intimacy of what she’s asking. You can practically hear the soft rustle of sheets on her end, her breath laboured but controlled, a steady rhythm that mirrors your own quickened heartbeat.

You close your eyes, sinking further into your bed, the thought of her, so vulnerable and uninhibited—making your skin flush. “I…I don’t know,” you murmur, feeling your own voice falter with nervous excitement. But even as you say it, your mind spins with possibility. You know exactly what you’d want to do but you’d never been with a woman before, you’d never been with anyone like that before. You knew that nobody knew that you were still a virgin, but you weren't ready to admit that. 

Wanda’s voice softens, her tone coaxing but still thick with desire. “Come on,” she whispers, and you can almost see the playful smirk on her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath against your skin. “Oh I see.” She chuckles through breathy gasps. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” You gasp at her words, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Wanda, I-” You couldn’t help it, no words were coming out. The nerves of your inexperience coming through so obviously  in the waver in your voice. 

“It’s okay sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re doing do you?” Her soft moan echoes down the line, a breathless, sensual sound that sends a shiver through you, “You don’t know how to pleasure a woman like you pretend to, do you.” Wanda’s words drip with seductive authority, her voice threading through the phone like a secret. "You don’t have to pretend with me," she purrs, her breath quickening, sending shivers down your spine. "I’ll teach you. All you have to do is listen."

Your heart pounds in your chest, the sheer intimacy of her voice making your body react in ways you hadn’t expected. You shift under the covers, your skin burning with a mixture of desire and nervousness. "I’ve never—" you start, but your voice cracks, barely above a whisper. The admission hangs in the air, your vulnerability on full display.

"I know," Wanda murmurs softly, her tone teasing yet reassuring, as though she had known all along. "But I can show you, if you let me."

You can hear her breathing, now quicker, almost ragged, as if the very thought of guiding you through this is bringing her to the edge. "Do you want me to show you, darling?" she whispers, the question itself a caress. "Do you want me to tell you exactly how I’d fuck you?"

Your breath catches again, your pulse racing, the words sending heat coursing through you. “Yes,” you murmur, barely able to find your voice. "I want you to."

Wanda hums softly, pleased with your surrender, and you can hear the shift of her body, the subtle movements of fabric and skin. "Good girl," she whispers, her words laced with a satisfaction that makes your chest tighten with want. "I want you to close your eyes and imagine me there with you, my hand tracing up your thigh, slipping under your clothes, touching you exactly where you need me."

You can hear the faint sound of Wanda’s breath catching, her own pleasure mounting as she describes it to you. “Can you feel that? My fingers on you?” she asks, her voice breathy and low, pushing you to the edge of your self-control.

“Yes,” you whisper back, your voice shaky, lost in the heat of the moment.

“Tell me what you want,” she says, her voice deepening, the sensual command impossible to resist. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

You’re trembling now, caught between desire and nervous excitement, but you push past the nerves, your need for her overtaking everything else. “I want you to touch me, to fuck me,” you confess, your voice barely a whisper, the words trembling on your lips.

Wanda’s breath hitches, and you hear the unmistakable sound of her pleasure, a soft gasp escaping her as she touches herself. "Say it again," she demands, her voice thick with lust, desperate to hear your desire.

“Wanda,” you moan softly, giving in to the pull of her words, the fantasy she’s woven around you. “I need you to fuck me. I want you to touch me, make me yours.”

The sound of her gasp on the other end of the phone sends a wave of heat through you, and you can hear her losing control, her breathing turning rugged and uneven. "Mmm, you’re such a good girl," she purrs between breaths, her voice dark with desire. "You’d let me take you, wouldn’t you? Let mommy fuck you until you can’t think straight."

There it was, you let out a moan at the way she titled herself. You knew you’d been into that for years now, but never daring to tell anybody, but of course she knew, she could read you so well. You nod, even though she can’t see you, your entire body aching for her touch. “Yes, please mommy, I want it so badly.”

Wanda moans softly, her pleasure evident, and you can almost picture her, the way her body must be arching under her own touch, lost in the same heat that’s consuming you. "I’d make you beg for it, sweetheart. I’d have you trembling beneath me, begging for more."

You bite your lip, your breath catching at the raw hunger in her voice, your own need reaching a fever pitch. "I’d beg," you admit, barely able to find your voice. "I’d beg for you mommy."

Her breath comes faster now, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips. "That’s my girl," she whispers, her voice breaking with the weight of her own pleasure. "You’d be mine. All mine.”

Wanda's moan on the other end of the line grows louder, ragged with need, as if your words pushed her even closer to the edge. You can hear the soft rustle of sheets, the unmistakable wet sounds of her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The image of her, undone and desperate for release, fills your mind, stoking the fire building within you.

“Say it again,” she demands, her voice thick with desire, trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. “Tell me what you want, tell me you’re mine.”

Your pulse races, each beat louder than the last, the heat between your legs growing unbearable. You grip the phone tighter, biting your lip, but you know she wants more than your silence. “I’m yours, Wanda,” you whisper, breathless, giving her exactly what she needs. “I’ll do anything. Just please, fuck me. Make me yours, mommy.”

The sound she makes in response is guttural, a low, throaty moan that sends shivers down your spine. “Oh, fuck.” she gasps, her control slipping further with every passing second. You can hear her fingers moving faster, the wetness of her arousal audible through the phone, and it’s intoxicating, pulling you under with her.

“Good girl,” Wanda breathes, her voice barely holding together as she edges closer to climax. “You’d be so good for me, wouldn’t you? Let me fuck you whenever I want, take you however I want.”

“Yes, yes,” you whimper, your own arousal becoming overwhelming, your body aching for her. “Please, Mommy, I’d be so good for you. I’d let you do anything to me.”

That’s all she needs.

With a sharp, shuddering breath, Wanda moans loud into the phone, the sound of her orgasm raw and uncontrolled. Her breath catches, breaking into uneven gasps, and you can hear the wet sound of her fingers as she rides out the wave of pleasure, her body clearly shaking from the force of it. Each sound she makes is laced with satisfaction, a deep, throaty hum of ecstasy as her release takes over completely.

You can barely breathe, your body reacting to the sheer intimacy of hearing her come undone, your own desire pooling low in your belly, desperate and needy. Wanda’s breathing gradually slows, her soft, contented sighs filling the air between you, and you close your eyes, imagining the flush on her cheeks, the way her body must be lying spent against the sheets.

“Such a good girl,” she whispers, her voice still heavy with satisfaction. “I can’t wait to hear you beg for real.”

“Wanda, I don’t know what to say.” You admit, your brain fuzzy and spaced out at the unexpected nature of her call. You’d only been back home for a few days and you had no idea how much of an impression you’d made on the older woman.

“You don’t have to know what to say honey, that’s my job.” She hums as you hear the click of heels against tiled flooring. You could almost choke on the sound, she wasn’t in her bedroom, she was in the kitchen, the echoing of her words now making sense as each moan had bounced around the emptiness of the room. 

“Are you in the kitchen?” you ask breathlessly, biting your lip as you imagine her there, the scene playing out in your head like a movie. You envision her bending over the kitchen island, the soft glow of the lights casting a warm hue over her skin as she calls you, wanting you to picture every moment of her tantalising routine.

“Maybe,” Wanda teases, her voice dripping with mischief. “Will I see you next Tuesday?” 

You feel a thrill rush through you at her question, the way she asks it, sending your heart racing. "You know I’ll be there," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with eagerness.

“Good,” Wanda replies, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. 

“Goodnight, Wanda,” you murmur, your heart fluttering with excitement as the call ends, leaving you with thoughts of her dancing through your mind. As soon as you heard the line end, you reached down to your underwear, the fabric completely soaked and you threw your head back in frustration. You wanted to touch yourself, but it felt wrong, you wanted to leave yourself in desperate heat, making you want Wanda even more.

[tinyfantasminha]

Thoughts on Jack's dream(MASSIVE main story spoilers ahead)

JACKS DREAM got me by the thROAT bc the more I analyze it the more angsty it feels and I alreadfy sobbed n cried and I must SCREAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM He's dreaming of the magift tournament but basically if..... if Leona's plan never took place....... If Leona actually WERE the hero Jack has idolized...... 😭

First I gotta take note dosodkgkfdgjdfkghfdjk hOW JACK YEARNS FOR HIS SENPAI'S PRAISE AND AFFECTION 🥺🥺truly the epitome of loyal, puppy-like behavior..... It doesn't take much for him to be happy… He yearns for the respect and acknowledgement of those he admires. He craves respect and recognition, but not only that—he genuinely wants to see those he admires thrive.

Seems to me that what Jack longs for most is a sense of belonging within a pack. He’s not just devoted to those he holds in high regard; he also desires to be cared for in return (This becomes even more apparent when he asks Ruggie to act as a mentor or older-brother figure in his dorm uniform vignette.) Jack's actions reflect his innate wolf nature—a being built for connection, loyalty, and mutual protection. No matter how much he tells himself or others how he prefers to handle things on his own… We can clearly see that Jack is happier when he’s part of a team, fighting alongside companions who’ve got his back. It’s the dynamic balance of trust: to protect and be protected, to rely on others and let them rely on him in return. It deeply resonates with the essence of wolves.

We often hear the phrase “lone wolf,” an expression of grudging admiration. A lone wolf is often viewed as a rugged individualist, uncompromising and independent, driven to forge his own path, unfettered by the sentimental need for companionship. In reality, few people would ever want to live this way—and, as it turns out, few wolves would either. Wolves, males and females alike, may go through periods alone, but they’re not interested in lives of solitude. A lone wolf is a wolf that is searching, and what it seeks is another wolf. Everything in a wolf’s nature tells it to belong to something greater than itself: a pack. Like us, wolves form friendships and maintain lifelong bonds. They succeed by cooperating, and they struggle when they’re alone. Like us, wolves need one another. (source)

Which is why the factual reality cuts so deeply.

After Ortho wakes Jack up (in oUTER SPACE DKJGDSDKFJGKJS that was so adventitious but so cool.....) and Jack falls down like a meteorite (ALSO SUPER COOL BUT WTF.....) Fake!Leona and Fake!Ruggie rush to his side, Leona softly reassures him, saying it’s a relief he’s uninjured and advising him not to be so reckless while Ruggie says ''You're a promising rookie. Our treasure.'' (I started crying here.)

Jack breaks into a bitter, despairing laugh as the truth crashes down on him. The sincerity and warmth his “upperclassmen” showed in that moment? It wasn’t real. It never actually happened. Jack recounts his excitement when he first joined Savanaclaw, eager to fight alongside the dormmates he admired so much. He talks about how he had watched Leona’s play three years ago—over and over again, captivated by it. He reveals the painful truth of discovering their wicked plan, the frustration of being unable to snap them out of it, and the overwhelming helplessness that consumed him.

I gotta say, I'm SO HAPPY that Jack's feelings on the events of book 2 were finally properly addressed now (cause let's be real, book 2 uhh... did kinda a shitty job at this 💀 Neither the narrative nor the fandom really took the time to explore the emotional impact it had on him, which is such a disservice to his character.)

Think about it from Jack’s perspective. He was obsessed with Leona's play 3 years ago, watching it over and over again. In his eyes, Leona was a hero, someone worth idolizing to the point of projecting an idealized image of him: an earnest, hardworking, honorable leader. When Jack finally had the chance to join Savanaclaw and be part of the dorm he had admired so deeply, what was his reality? Ostracization, bullying and even physical violence from some of his dorm mates (as shown in Leona's dorm uniform vignette) And worst of all? Jack was met with his idol’s true, treacherous side—dirty tactics, underhanded schemes, and a willingness to harm others to achieve his goals. When Jack tried to confront them about it, he wasn’t met with understanding or respect. Instead, he was called a “filthy traitor” and a “spoiled brat”—by the very person he admired most. It’s a complete dismantling of everything Jack believed in, everything he worked for.

It's a shame the game and manga did not give enough weight to Jack’s feelings, (the novel seems to do a better job at it though) but now it’s clear just how much this hurt him. It wasn’t just a setback; it was a deep, personal betrayal that shook him to his core.

He’s only a first-year. Beneath his gruff demeanor and physical strength, Jack is still a boy—pure-hearted, earnest, and full of hope. All he wanted was to stand beside those he respected most but what he got instead was disappointment, betrayal, and rejection. To idolize someone so deeply, only to have that image crushed in the most personal, gut-wrenching way........ Savanaclaw doesn't deserve him 💔

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,,,,okay forgive me to break the essay to talk about this but I'm going insane over the fact fake Ruggie ominously coos, ''Hey puppy-chan you're a good boy so come here.....'' UGHGHHHDSHNGDSHNDGSHHHnnnnhhHHHH HE IS BASICALLY SAVANACLAW'S UNOFFICIAL MASCOT,,,,,,, their loyal little puppy 🥺🥺🥺😭😭

fake ruggie and fake leona try to lure him in to sleep again, but Jack says he has no intention of fighting alongside fakes and defeats them 😌

And we get this utterly precious moment where Jack praises Yuu and Grim for having guts and persevering through everything and he PETS GRIM'S HEAD............ HE DIDN'T NEED TO COMFORT THEM BUT AWWAAHBBBAYYAWYWYHAWWABYWAWAYAA

I can't wait to see what role he'll play in Leona's dream 😌 Jack’s arc feels like it’s finally getting the weight it deserves… 🙏🙏🙏

[touchyluffy]

part one

after your first kiss with luffy, everything becomes much more intense. luffy becomes addicted to you and he has no shame in showing it.

he never leaves your side and is always touching you in some way, whether that be his hand holding yours, his head in your lap as he takes a nap on the sunny, or his feet touching yours under the kitchen table. if you're working around the ship, suddenly it's captains orders that you come cuddle him immediately. whenever you dock on a new island, the captain grasps your hand and pulls you off to explore the lands together, and if you can’t keep up with his fast pace run, he tells you to jump on his back, and then he’s off running again laughing as you cling onto him for dear life.

he will compliment you bluntly and genuinely and whenever it comes to his mind. there are no long monologues of love from him, but there is always honesty. he will just call you beautiful in a way that's just a fact. because it is a fact, he knows you're beautiful just like he knows the sky is blue.

he's constantly asking you 'to do that thing with our mouths' and after the 10th time of getting weird looks from those around you, you have to tell him it's called 'kissing' and then that becomes his new favorite word. he's addicted to the warm tingling feeling of your lips touching his. literally you’re chained up with your other crewmates captured by the foe that luffy decided to fight, and he stretches his head towards you with his lips puckered. in the middle of dinner, while eating his second servings, he kisses you with crumb covered lips. whenever you come up with a solution, he jumps on you and peppers your face with kisses. he can't stop himself.

he's extremely protective over you - physically and mentally. if you two are ever separated by an enemy, you can expect him to raise hell, he quiet literally drives himself and whomever is around him crazy worrying about you (once the enemy pirates reunited you and luffy, albeit in handcuffs, just so he would stop asking about you). it's not that he doesn't believe in your strength, he just knows what it's like to lose someone he loves and he will not lose you. he won't stop until you're safe at his side again. he's also protective of your peace and happiness, so anything that makes you uncomfortable (like perverted jokes from your skeleton crewmate) you can expect him to have an issue and he will swiftly put an end to it. this happy go-lucky captain knows when to lay down the law when need be.

he's your number one supporter. every time your bounty goes up, he folds it up and keeps it in his pocket to show everyone - friend or foe. he's so proud of you. whenever you take out an enemy his eyes light up in stars and he cheers loudly. when you two fight together and you land a punch he'd get so excited that he'd forget about the fight entirely and just wrap his rubbery arm around your waist three times and pull you in for a kiss. whenever you say he will be king of the pirates, his heart swells with joy and pride because he knows you'll be right there by his side. or in his lap. either way.

he loves to see you smile and will do anything to keep you happy. when you're upset, he'll be a clown. if you get sick, he'll search far and wide for a medicine to cure you. when you say you miss him he packs a picnic bag and find a spot on the beach for you two to have a moment alone together, it's a much appreciated gesture even if he eats all the food, he makes it up to you by reaching for a few flowers when you aren't looking and presenting them to you with a big smile. this is when he realizes that you like when he gives you gifts so expect to have a shelf full of things he brought for you - flowers, pretty stones, or other little trinkets from islands.

he's not concerned with labels, he just knows he wants you and only you and he wants you to want only him too. and you do. luffy doesn't keep secrets from you, you know exactly how he feels about you and that he's loyal to you to the end. not even the most beautiful warlord could catch his eye because you're all he sees. there isn't a "what are we" conversation (at least not while you're on your adventures together) because the label doesn't matter, you two just know.

he no longer likes to sleep alone at night, saying he can’t handle not touching you for hours. you don't put up much of a fight when he comes to your bedroom because cuddling with your captain has become your addiction too. plus there’s nothing sexual in his request he just loves to be by your side. you love to fall asleep with him and he loves to wake up with you, it’s a perfect match he says with a grin that makes your heart melt.

so yes, he's addicted to you and truthfully he sees nothing wrong with it.

[imaginecolby]

silent sufferer || c.b.

summary: when you sustain an injury while exploring with the boys, you keep it a secret, as to not distract from the investigation. requested by anonymous.

“how are you doin’?” colby asked as he sat down with you. you’d joined him and sam on an investigation, and the three of you were taking a quick break after he and sam ran through the history of the place you were at. you smiled at him and nodded.

“i’m okay.” you said softly. this was your first investigation with the boys, and you were quite nervous. but you put on a brave face, because past all the nerves, were were actually excited. this was something you’ve gotten to watch sam and colby do numerous times, and you were happy that colby invited you along. 

“good.” colby said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “don’t be afraid to speak up if you’re uncomfortable or anything. we can stop at any point.” he said, kissing you again. you nodded, before sam turned his attention to the two of you. 

“alright, are we ready?” he asked, and you and colby nodded in unison. 

as the investigation began, the three of you made your way through the location, capturing a good amount of evidence throughout your first walkthrough. 

you’d become a little on edge, but colby was constantly reminding you that he was there for you, and that you could stop at anytime if you were too scared.

but you pushed through. you really were having a good time. capturing the evidence in real time was something you could never fully explain in words. it was something so crazy, and so intense, it was really life changing.

you’d wandered off on your own after a while, separating ever so slightly from the boys, as you explored the area. you walked carefully, as there were holes and debris all over the floor, that you didn’t want to trip over. you stood quietly by yourself, completely open and allowing spirits to speak or let themselves be known. 

you were having a solo moment, listening for anything that may be present or had a message to share. you were so deep into yourself, that when the boys yelled in reaction to their music box going off, you were genuinely scared. you jumped, tripping over something in the hallway. you caught your fall just before your chin met the floor, but you felt a twinge of pain in your ankle. you brushed it off as you caught back up with sam and colby, listening listened as they recapped for the camera, and stuck together the rest of the night.

as you continued walking around, you could tell that you really messed up your ankle when you fell. you could feel yourself limping, but you tried your hardest to hide it as to not take away from the investigation.

as the night finished up, you helped the boys pack up their equipment, and you began to head back to the hotel. once you returned and made your way up to your room, you hopped in the shower and looked down at your ankle. 

“holy shit.” you sighed. your ankle was bruised all around your ankle. it was definitely worse than you thought. after your shower, you limped down the hall to get some ice. once you filled your bucket, and turned to head back to your room, you saw colby coming out of the sam’s room. as soon as he laid eyes on you, you crumbled under gaze, and suddenly felt like the worse person in the world for hiding your injury from him.

“are you limping?” he asked as you met at your room door.

“yeah.” you said softly. you went into your room, and colby followed close behind. you sat on the bed and lifted up your foot, showing off your ankle.

“y/n, what the hell? why didn’t you say anything?” colby asked. he placed your foot in his lap, placing the ice on your ankle.

“im sorry, i didn’t want to distract from the investigation or anything.” you pouted. colby let out a loud sigh and just shook his head.

“you know that wouldn’t have been a problem. safety comes first for all of us, you included.” he said. you sat there silently, watching colby as he stacked some pillows at the end of the bed to elevate your foot. he replaced the ice around your ankle. “do you think it’s broken?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no. i can still put weight on it, and it’s not excruciatingly painful. i think it’s just this bruised because i fell.”

“you fell?” colby asked, almost in a scolding tone.

“i tripped. i don’t know what it was over, some debris or something. it was too dark and i couldn’t tell what it was.” you explained.

“y/n, you could've gotten seriously hurt.” he sighed.

“but i didn’t!” you joked. colby just stared at you, hurt in his eyes. you knew he worried about you, but you hated feeling like you’d disappointed him. “colby, really. im fine. its just some swelling. i already took some ibuprofen, and it’ll go down.” 

“i just hate feeling like i could've done something to prevent this.” he pouted.

“its okay. this was my own doing. you were working on your video, and i wandered off on my own. it doesn't matter how close we could've been watching each other, we risk getting hurt on every one of these trips.”

“i know, i know. and i know you don’t need me to, but i feel a responsibility to protect you. especially when im the one who invites you on these trips.”

“you don't have to feel bad. it’s not like you pushed me down the stairs or anything.” you laughed. colby huffed a laugh, staring down at your foot in his lap.

“you really fucked this up, didn’t you?” 

“so bad.’ you laughed again. “its actually kind of embarrassing.” you added. colby laughed again, and carefully moved your foot from his lap.

“can i get you anything else?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“im good. thank you, baby.” you said with a smile. he moved to the other side of the bed, climbing in to sit next to you. he draped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned into his side. you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head, and you channel surfed for a while before finding something to watch. you stopped on a random movie, which you barely remember watching before you fell asleep. 

you slept pretty uncomfortably that night, since you were trying to keep your leg still and elevated on the stack of pillows. the next morning was a travel day, as you and the boys were heading back to las vegas. you and colby were moving around your room as he was helping you get ready and pack your things.

“hows your ankle?” he asked.

“i can see that the swelling has already gone down, thankfully. still sore as hell, though.” you said, sliding into your shoes. 

“i still can’t believe you kept this from me.” he said, helping you from the bed and walking with you down the hall.

“well, you know about it now, so, ..” you trailed off. colby just laughed and shook his head. you met sam down in the lobby and made your way to the airport. the flight back wasn’t as bad as you anticipated it was going to be, as you ended up having the row to yourself and could put your foot up on the seats next to you. you slept on and off throughout the flight, and once you finally made it home, colby was insistent on coming with you so he could continue to take care of you. you knew better than to fight him on it, so you and him made your way back to your apartment.

you plopped down on the couch, colby setting up the living room with various snacks and drinks, and making sure you were comfortable. thankfully, after one more day, the swelling and bruising around your ankle finally went down and you were able to walk normally without limping. 

“thank you for taking care of me.” you said with a smile, colby packing up to head back home since you were doing better.

“you don’t have to thank me. that’s what im here for.” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“but im still thankful.” you said, kissing him again. “i love you.”

“i love you.” he repeated, followed by another kiss. you stood at your front door, watching as colby left, waving as he drove down your street and out of sight towards his home.

he really was too good to you. but you appreciated him more than you could ever put into words.

[11cupids-tarot11]

Late night conversations with your future spouse.

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Pile 1- Four of coins, The hierophant in reverse, The world, Eight of swords, The sun, Queen of wands, Five of cups.

You guys will talk about the future a lot! You guys will like talking about planning, how to save more or trips, dream vacations. Just your dream life together.

This is a moment when both of you can be in pure silence even and just enjoy each other's company, you both could have busy schedules so making time for each other might be a little rough, but at night time it's y'all little bonding moment basically.

I'm hearing something about not having to really use your brain as much lol. Maybe someone works in a field that requires them to think a lot or it's very mentally challenging or even draining so they get to finally be at rest as well, the conversations will always be light hearted and just lots of laughter and child-like energy here because neither of you really want to take this moment that serious. I'm also seeing you guys could opt for doing other activities instead of talking, like watching a movie and for some of you your person took it to a 18+ level lol.

You guys will really like to talk about how much you want to explore together, where you want to go, I think this person wants to give you the world so you'll be thinking this is just random playful talk but he'll bring it up again when the moment is right to make these dreams and talks come to life!

If you guys have had a bad or gloomy day they'll wanna talk about it so they don't feel so stuck in bad energy, they really don't want to carry it on till the next day so they'd rather talk and get all of the negative things out of the way so you both can sleep peacefully.

You both love talking to each other a lot, about everything and there's no judgement here, you guys could even fall asleep mid way sometimes because I'm seeing you one of you will be so tired (I think it's definitely from a tiring job or schedule, weekday nights will be a lot different than weekend's, weekend will definitely be longer, you guys will talk more or do more activities together because that's y'all's little bonding time! Cute 🥹.

Your person will love hearing about your day! They'll want you to tell them about everything you did. They're definitely the type to ask how your day was, they genuinely care too, they're not asking just to make conversation they'll really want you to go into details! They'll want to emotionally support you through thick and thin.

Random, but someone has a six pack? They might be shirtless a lot too lmao.

You guys will definitely use this as a moment as well to talk about anything within the relationship that you want to work on, I don't think your person appreciates toxicity so they try to eliminate as much as possible, if there is a problem or they've noticed you've been grumpy all day they'll want to discuss in details before bed, this person really hates going to sleep with low vibrations not only for themselves but for the both of you, they think you both deserve a happy good night's sleep! Adorable! 🩵

I hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to do the poll at the bottom and I'll see you later! 💖

Pile 2- Four of wands, Ten of cups reversed, Knight of cups, The tower reversed, Three of coins and The wheel of fortune.

So this person is kinda dramatic lol. I think by the end of the day they're really tired and some days aren't able to stay up like they wish. They say they feel like a zombie some days :(

They'll still be very expressive with you, they'll explain this. They don't want you to think they're making up excuses or don't want to spend time with you or anything. I'm seeing this might be part of the late night conversation, they'll tell you exactly how they're feeling and why. This is only for certain days, it will not always be like this energy.

I think your person's kinda flirty though? Like they're keep you laughing for sure, they have a lot of passion and just like to be near you at night! You guys could end up just cuddling and sitting in silence without even realizing you're both falling asleep. It's very comfortable energy, you'll feel so good cuddling up with this person you guys might just forget about the conversation at hand and drift off, freaking adorable!

This person loves how calm everything feels with you at night, everything's peaceful and they can just relax and let loose, sleep to their hearts content. I think this pile just might really like sleeping? There could've been a thing one of you had trouble sleeping before getting together, it could just be your person's energy but take it how it resonates!! But now whoever had trouble sleeping before can sleep so peacefully so it's their favorite thing to do, you guys can't wait to get in bed to get all nice and warm and get a good night's sleep.

Maybe they'll ask you questions about what you did all day, they'll check up on you, use this as a time to get insight on you I'm hearing.

They'll want to tell you about the wacky things that happened to them out of the blue, if something funny, crazy or even slightly out of normal happens they just have to tell you! They'll gossip a lot, tell you everything! Like best friends at a sleepover.

I hope you enjoyed!! Don't forget to do the poll below, see you soon! 💕

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Charmed in Monte Carlo

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: During a solo vacation to Monaco, Y/n's evening at the Monte Carlo Casino takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious flirtation leads to a charming and playful encounter

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Y/n had been planning this solo trip to Monaco for years. No one had ever been available to join her, but this time, she wasn’t going to let that stop her. She booked the trip, packed her suitcase with the finest summer outfits, and hopped on a plane to the luxurious city she had long dreamed of.

When she arrived, the bright Mediterranean sun greeted her, casting a golden hue over the pristine streets and sparkling water. Y/n immediately felt at peace, like she’d made the right decision to come here on her own. The first few days passed in a blissful blur of exploration. She strolled through Monaco's elegant boulevards, shopped at chic boutiques, dined in gourmet restaurants, and sat at sun-soaked cafés, content to people-watch as life unfolded around her.

Each café stop became its own little adventure. She sipped espresso in Le Café de Paris while tourists flocked to the nearby casino, and at a quieter spot near Port Hercules, she watched as yachts sailed in, glittering against the sapphire waters. She couldn’t help but imagine the lives of the people who owned them—what their stories were, how they spent their days. There was something about Monaco, the intersection of old-world charm and modern luxury, that felt intoxicating.

On her fourth evening in Monaco, she decided to visit the famous Monte Carlo Casino, the ultimate symbol of the city’s elegance and charm. This was the part of the trip she had been most excited about. She wanted to experience the casino’s history, glamour, and its opulence firsthand, even if she wasn’t much of a gambler.

Dressed in a sleek, fitted black dress with a plunging neckline that showed off just enough to be intriguing, she felt a surge of confidence. She paired it with strappy heels and a bold red lip, knowing she looked good but not caring if anyone else noticed. This trip was for her, after all.

The casino’s entrance was grand, with an air of exclusivity, but Y/n walked in as if she belonged there. Inside, the crystal chandeliers sparkled like diamonds, and the floor was abuzz with the sound of laughter, the clatter of chips, and the whirl of roulette wheels. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat for a moment, taking in the sight of it all. The grandeur was even more overwhelming than she had imagined.

Not wanting to jump straight into the gaming tables, she headed to the bar and ordered a cocktail—a French 75 to match the elegance of the night. She found a spot by the side, leaning against a pillar, the perfect vantage point to indulge in her favorite pastime: people-watching. From her spot, she observed glamorous couples dressed to the nines, elegant women draped in couture, and men in sharp tuxedos throwing around bets like they were nothing. It was fascinating.

"Looks like someone’s lost in thought," a smooth, amused voice said from behind her, startling her slightly. She didn’t turn around, deciding to play along.

"Is it that obvious?" she replied, taking another sip of her drink, a slight smile tugging at her lips.

"Only because you’re doing that classic lean against the pillar, drink in hand, gazing out like you’re in a Bond film," the voice continued, warm and teasing. "All you’re missing is a tuxedoed guy with a bad poker hand."

Y/n chuckled, keeping her gaze fixed ahead. "Are you volunteering for the role?"

There was a brief pause, then the man behind her laughed, the sound rich and genuine. "Not unless you’re looking for someone to dramatically lose all his money at blackjack. Though, I’m better company than most Bond villains."

"Confident, aren’t we?" she mused, entertained by his playful banter but still not turning to face him.

"Confidence is key, or so they say," he responded smoothly. "Besides, I couldn’t help but notice you standing here, looking like you belong in a movie yourself."

Y/n raised her glass to her lips, hiding her smile. Whoever this was, he was good—too good. The kind of flirtation that felt practiced but was enjoyable nonetheless. "A movie, huh? Does that mean you’re the mysterious stranger who makes me an offer I can’t refuse?"

"Something like that," the voice agreed, now sounding closer, almost as if he’d shifted behind her. "Though, I’d settle for a laugh and your company over a drink."

"Well, you’ve managed to get me to laugh already," Y/n replied, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with her drink. She glanced sideways but still didn’t turn around, enjoying the anonymity of their conversation.

"I’d call that a win," he said, clearly smiling now. "Do I get a bonus if I keep you laughing?"

"Maybe," she teased. "But it depends on how good you are at keeping the mystery alive."

"Oh, I’m very good at keeping secrets," he said, his tone dropping playfully. "But I’ll let you in on one: I’m not usually this charming. I’m just trying to impress the most captivating person in the room."

Y/n snorted softly. "You’re laying it on thick now."

"Hey, if it works, I won’t apologize."

They went back and forth like that, the conversation flowing so naturally it felt like they’d known each other for ages. Y/n was curious but also didn’t want to break the spell by turning around. Whoever he was, he was making her laugh, and she liked the mystery of it all.

Eventually, though, her curiosity got the better of her. After yet another playful jab from the man behind her, she finally turned around, ready to face the charming stranger.

Her breath hitched when she saw who it was.

"Lando Norris?" she blurted, her eyes widening in disbelief.

The British Formula 1 driver stood there, leaning casually against the bar, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. "In the flesh," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You weren’t expecting me, were you?"

Y/n stared for a second, still processing the fact that one of the most famous young drivers in the world had been flirting with her for the past ten minutes. "I… definitely wasn’t," she admitted, her surprise morphing into laughter.

"Well, I’m glad I could provide some shock value," Lando teased, clearly enjoying her reaction. "But if it helps, I was enjoying being the mysterious guy behind you. You know, no fame, no racing cars—just a guy in a casino."

She shook her head, still smiling. "And here I thought I was just talking to some regular guy trying his hand at flirting."

Lando’s grin widened. "Oh, I am definitely trying my hand at flirting. Famous or not, that part’s all me."

Y/n laughed again, this time more relaxed. "Well, you’re doing a pretty good job. I’ll give you that."

"Only pretty good?" Lando raised his eyebrows in mock offense. "I was hoping for at least 'very good.'"

"Let’s just say the jury’s still out," she teased back, feeling a lightness in the air between them.

Lando tilted his head, considering her words. "Alright, fair enough. But how about I buy you another drink, and we’ll see if I can sway the jury in my favor?"

Y/n smirked, raising her glass. "You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Norris."

[feverdreamjohnny]

The Epitaph of Anything Goes

I decided that this morning I would talk about The Museum of Anything Goes and the subject of lost media.

For the uninitiated, The Museum of Anything Goes is an obscure "game" released in 1995 by Wayzata Technologies, a company that is so far under the radar that I was unable to find any useful information about it outside of TMoAG.

All I could uncover is that they published a few multimedia projects (which are essentially lost now) alongside some asset discs (clipart, SFX, etc.). That's it.

The brains behind Wayzata are even more difficult to locate these days: there are only two main names credited inside of TMoAG - Michael Markowski and Maxwell S. Robertson.

The game alleges that Michael and Maxwell are well known in the art world, but any additional information about the duo is scarce beyond the confines of the museum. Attempting to search for either name online turns up plenty of rabbit holes - but none of them have anything to do with the Michael and Maxwell responsible for TMoAG.

This is particularly fascinating because it essentially means that TMoAG is the only accessible record of their lives. Before we dig any deeper into that statement, let me step back and actually address what this game is.

The Museum of Anything Goes is, by definition, a virtual art museum. Functionally it's a prerendered point-and-click adventure game where you can explore a bunch of multimedia exhibits that give the surface-level impression of a children's edutainment game, but once you start exploring further it reveals a side that firmly plants the game's feet into a haze of substance abuse and surreal humor.

Many exhibits are essentially just toying around with the astonishing new powers of CD-ROM. Everything has to make noise. Everything has to spin and flitter around. There's an air of genuine excitement for the medium, and I can't help but find it extremely charming.

The game also functions as a scrapbook, filled to the brim with photos of random trips to the zoo and snow-mobile rides with friends. At one point we even get insight into something as specific as Michael's one-year job as a tutor at a Chicago middle school, where he talks about how it opened his eyes to how poorly funded and mismanaged the school system is.

It's simultaneously quaint and chilling to see so much personal history packed into a world doomed to obscurity. As I explore the deeper parts of the museum, I contemplate if the creators are still alive today. It's a bit morbid, but imagine that - you create a single obscure game with your friend and it's all the world can see. TMoAG is currently the only surviving piece that gives any insight into who these two men were.

While many exhibits are lighthearted or nonsensical, there are occasional moments where the game dips into the eerie.

One exhibit has the player kill a man by dropping him from the sky, and after burying him you open the coffin to a video of a rotting pig carcass being put into an incinerator.

Other exhibits just feature simple 3D renders shifting around a dark screen while haunting groans play in the background.

While I would never refer to the game as "scary," its darker moments combined with the occasional mature subject matter definitely begs the question: Who is this game for?

You have to remember that this game came out long before the concept of "alt-games" had become codified in the digital space. Sure, unconventional digital art had been around before the advent of 256 colors, but TMoAG was being sold on disk as a game! It came out 2 years after DOOM hit shelves!

The trend of using the PC for entertainment was certainly on the upswing around that time, but It's not like TMoAG had a massive audience to find a niche in. With its mature themes it certainly wasn't suited for the kids market either, so who was it for?

At the end of the day, it's a moot question. We already know the target audience for The Museum of Anything Goes: Nobody. It doesn't have an audience because by its nature, TMoAG wasn't being made FOR someone, it was being made BY someone. It's a raw, unfiltered form of personal expression.

I think games like these are pivotal, because they question why people assume a game has to exist for the sake of being a consumable product. TMoAG certainly has the shape of a product: it features an intro cutscene, it has a tutorial, it features intuitive UX, it even has a map! These are all features that are solely integrated to provide comfort to an end-user. But once you actually wander around the museum for a bit, you realize how bizarrely its packaging fits its contents.

I think TMoAG is criminally underrated. It's not because its core content contains some earth-shaking truth, it's because the game defied all odds and cheated death.

How many thousands of other personal projects were deemed a little "too exotic" to be archived? How much history was lost these past 40 years as the digital space evolved and ate its old skin?

God knows how many other TMoAGs we'll never learn about because they weren't lucky enough to be preserved.

The Museum of Anything Goes isn't just some nonsensical art piece, it's a grave marker for so much lost media. Its existence is a reminder that some people's lives were fossilized, then macerated into nothing because a construction company built a skyscraper over them. The only evidence we have of those other games existing is this little fossil that somehow slipped out from under the skyscraper unscathed.

Even though so much has been lost, TMoAG survives as an epitaph.

[muffinsin]

ooh, muffin, muffin, I just got this idea from reading your recent Cassandra with a child. How about Cassandra had an offspring with a female human outsider, just a short affair that lasted for a few months. Cassandra got the outsider pregnant but she didn’t know. After months passed Cassandra stopped visiting the outsider who practically now lives in the village. Then years passed, outsider gave birth to a little girl who looks like a miniature version of Cassandra, then more years passed the child grew and the appearance became more apparent that she is Cassandra’s other mother. The 6-10 years old or whatever age, goes out to explore the forest, alone, suddenly she’s getting chased by a Lycan or she’s being chased by a villager cuz of her similar appearance to Cassandra. She’s found and saved by Cassandra cuz Cassandra felt something when she saw the child and how she looked. This isn’t really a request (unless you’d want to write it out) but more of me saving this idea here just in case anyone would want to. But what’s your thoughts on something like this?

Consider me very curious!👀 I think that’s an adorable idea! Let’s get into it :)

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Cassandra is not one for connection, she keeps telling herself

Not one for genuine, human connection

She has her family, and that is that

Her Mother, who she loves and respects endlessly

Her older sister, who she likes to annoy, but will forever love and support

And her younger sister, who she will protect with her life and loves just as much as the rest of her family

Sure, there have been lovers here and there. Little flings, some she even thought might be something more

They never lasted

And as such, Cassandra too believes that no human will last. There is only her. Only Mother. Only Bela. Only Daniela

She starts out her normal summer’s day with a hunt. Nothing quite unusual about this, except maybe that she insisted on hunting alone when Daniela asked to join in

No, Cassandra’s goal is set; a large prey, something exciting for Daniela’s upcoming birthday

Perhaps, she could find a large, juicy deer with beautiful skin. Her younger sister loved those

She insisted, they were almost too cute to eat. Still, they always ended up being eaten all the same

Or, perhaps, lycan? Not for eating, of course. What a waste that would be! They never taste all that well anyway

But, she knows her younger sister is looking for a new toy, something- or someone- to play with and keep her entertained

Or maybe a villager, if she feels bold enough to venture out of their region

They do always carry such good things on them, and most don’t taste all that awful, despite them mainly being men-things

She shrugs. She will see whatever takes her pick spontaneously, she feels

She inhales subtly, giggling to herself at the variety of scents catching her attention

Of course, there is her favorite: the fresh smell of the forest, of the trees and earthy ground, the mushrooms and leaves, the bushes and hard barks. She inhales again, eager for more of this scent

This feels free, to her

Of course, there are more, subtler smells she catches wind of

Such as the one of a nearby lycan pack, probably attempting to find a route to the village

She rolls her eyes

Despite Heisenberg’s words, she is fully convinced they are simply nothing more than stupid. A belief she shares with the rest of her family

She smells the nearby nest of a bear; perhaps a grizzly? She can’t tell

Intriguing, exciting. Perhaps she will return to it later, once she has Daniela’s gift

Then, another scent catches her attention and has her eyes widen

A human one, one of the villagers. Perhaps it is her lucky day indeed!

She swarms in the direction quickly, her sickle gripped tightly in her right hand

The closer she gets, the more clear it becomes: there are two villagers, even

And yet, her disappointment comes short when she hears them

One is clearly a child, something she- or the rest of her family- has no use for

But, perhaps the other…

She watches for a moment, frowning in confusion. A woman, no older than fifty, no younger than forty, equipped with a pitchfork as she chased what seemed to be a little girl from the village

Cassandra watches for a moment longer

Perhaps is was a thief, found out by the woman? She shakes her head a little. It’s merely a child. Obviously, it would steal

When the small thing trips and just barely catches itself on the roots at the ground, Cassandra decides to intervene after all

She does want the other human, after all!

Her fingers wrap around one of the spikes of the pitchfork easily, pulling a stunned, fearful gasp from its wielder

“Lady Cassand-!”

She smiles, almost shyly, as the pitchfork is yanked by her and pushed roughly into the woman’s throat

She could tell…this one would have been yapping to no end

Cassandra pays the child little mind, instead focuses on her prey, the woman gasping up blood and begging, as though she could be helped in her near-death condition

A few seconds only, and life is pulled from her

To Cassandra’s surprise, she still finds the girl sitting where she tripped, though

She pays no mind to it. The huntress couldn’t care less for lost children

Perhaps if it was Bela or Daniela, and they had a particularly amazing day and felt generous, they’d help the poor whelp find her way back home. Not Cassandra

She slings the woman over her shoulder, ready to take her leave

Yet, then the child’s face catches the corner of her eye and makes her turn her head fully

In front of her, is something she hasn’t ever seen before

A girl, no older than ten, with just about the same bone structure as her

Her eyes…Cassandra’s golden eyes immediately find the girl’s right soft, brown lazy eye, then the golden left eye. Gold, like her own

Her nose, just slightly more petite than Cassandra’s, but similar nonetheless

Her hair, the exact same shade as her own, and barely curled, just like her own

She frowns a little

How…curious?

The corpse is dropped in an instant and she hears the surprised gasp from the child when she pounces

She throws herself on top of the girl, her nose finding her neck and inhaling strongly

Her eyes widen, and she pulls back immediately

Yes..the small thing smells almost utterly of her. Not her clothing, not her hair. Her. Her blood, her entire being

She doesn’t understand, yet when she attempts to ask, her lips only part and no sound comes from her

The child, it seems, feels differently and experiences no such issues

With slightly watery and unsure eyes, she looks up at the stunned huntress

“Mama?”, she asks, light and quiet, as if unsure what Cassandra’s reaction would be

You can’t help but hope, though, to have finally met your Mama

For years, she has been used as an insult against you

But…she’s so perfect

She’s strong, she protected you. And she’s so pretty! You hope to become as beautiful when you grow up

You have been given to understand that she’s a monster. A predator, the devil herself and the “fetcher of children’s souls”

A little silly, now that you think about it

You always knew, your mama wasn’t like that. That she would never hurt you. That she isn’t a monster, not to you

Even if defending her got you in trouble quite often

But now she’s here

Looking at you, surprise, but warmth evident in her golden eyes

Gold, like yours

“Who are you?”, she questions, at last

Immediately, her own mind provides her the answer, the images of your other mother

A villager, bitter, but beautiful. A short fling for the summer she spent working at the castle, before she returned, in one piece- Cassandra’s parting gift, to her home

But…how could it be?

How dare she not notify her of you?!

You speak your mother’s familiar name, then your own

Her eyes soften slightly, her gaze no longer piercing

That name…beautiful. She feels so confused, so torn

“Where is your mother?”, she asks, instead

Cassandra forces herself not to smile when you just point at her, before you seem to catch up to her actual question

Silence greets her, and the tears building up in your eyes give her a good enough explanation

“Do you live on your own?”, she asks, instead

Alone?

In the village?

Among such monsters chasing you out?

Among Lycans attacking at every opportunity? Absolutely not!

You only nod, seemingly content being nonverbal

She only now notices you’re holding onto the tip of her dress, your little fingers stroking along it gently

The fabric is soft and thick, soothingly so. It makes you feel calm, even

Suddenly though, doubt rises in her

How could she ensure you’re any safer or happier at the castle, than in the village?

Can she even provide for a child? For her child? You’re…human. Or so she assumes

Will you not have to eat as the staff? Will you not have to be looked after?

You sneeze, your little body trembling slightly

The noblewoman only now notices the holes in your clothing, the thin, worn fabric just barely clinging to your skin

This will not do. Not for a child of hers

“I’ll take you with me. Home”, she states. Her tone leaves no room for arguments, and there are none

A large smile spreads on your face. A home? A warm home? Clothing? Food? Your mama?

No more bullies from the village. No more people making fun of you and detesting you only because who your mama is

You’re proud to be her daughter, more than you have ever been before

Before she can pick up the mean woman chasing you though, you suddenly remember!

Cassandra shrieks in surprise when you grip her hand in your smaller one and tug her along

Despite your small size, it seems you did inherit some of her rather inhuman strength. She feels pride at this realization

Still, your boldness shocks her momentarily. She is unused to any touch that doesn’t come from her sisters or mother

Still, she welcomes it

She holds your hand as gentle as she can, afraid she might break you. You’re precious to her, even if she only now found out about your existence

Silently, Cassandra vows to herself that she will forever protect you

And she makes true to that promise, when you round the corner and momentarily gasp in fear, a large woman with a pitchfork in your way

Only does a giggle escape you when the mean bully finds your mama standing right behind you, an angry look on her face

Immediately, she begins to beg, and falls quiet just as fast

Cassandra watches as you poke the dead woman now laying limply on the floor

It seems, her aggression doesn’t bother you, and she’s silently thankful for it

She could not hide who she is, no matter what. She can only shield you from the worst bits

You giggle, and Cassandra can’t help but crackle in delight when you, albeit with a little difficulty, pick up the pitchfork and stick it into the dead woman’s back

A child of hers, indeed

She allows you to pull her along a little while longer, her angry glares and dangerous eyes glancing in every direction keeping all away

You feel the power you always knew you have, the one they were all scared of. They hated you for the power your mama possesses, but you never once felt anything but pride for it, and now you can at last wear it on your sleeve with a smile at your lips and her gloved hand surrounding yours

Cassandra raises an eyebrow when you stop walking, her golden eyes taking in the sight of a burned and destroyed house in front of you

“Hey!”, she warns, yelps even, when you suddenly disappear in the crawl space under

Instinct has her take after you, worried the unsteady thing might collapse on your little body any moment

She swarms fast, yet is rendered utterly surprised again when she finds herself in a small- room?- underneath the house

It’s barely big enough to fit you, and she can’t even fully turn back to her humane form due to the lack of space

You don’t seem to mind, though, instead abandon the small box you just held to inspect your mama’s new form

“Hey! That tickles!”, she yelps as she feels tiny hands reach into her stomach, trying to grab the many flies buzzing there, never quite able to shape into a torso, but rather only the outline of one

She hears you squeal in excitement and giggle about as you poke her

Only her head and arms stick out of the mass of flies, and multiple times Cassandra can’t help but giggle along as you tickle her with your attempts to claim one of the flies for yourself

Eventually though, you manage, and hold it close to you as you return to the wooden box tucked away in the corner

She watches as you pull the first thing from it, a rough-looking teddy bear

Its fur, once white if she had to guess, is tainted dark from dust

“Mellie”, you whisper, and without truly knowing how, Cassandra knows to stretch out her hand and hold the small thing as you hand it to her

“Mellie”, she repeats. She recalls a flashing moment, a memory, and without thinking much, she repeats the words Alcina had said so many centuries ago

“Hello, it’s lovely to meet you”

You giggle. Mama understands. Mama likes your bear. Mama will protect her, too

She watches you pull other things from the box, among them old shirts that are hardly in a better condition than your current one

Still, something makes her pause

A necklace pendant, with a string far too long for you. You hold it out to her instead, your eyes betraying the hope you feel

This is your mama

She inspects the necklace. While the string is made of simple leather from the village, she notices the ring slung into it

The gold ring, with the yellow gem, with her name carved on the inside of it

She remembers it as her parting gift to your mother, yet never believed she’d see it again

And yet here you are, her little spawn, bringing it back to her

She smiles at you, a genuine smile not many get to see, hidden underneath the broken crumbs of a burned house, only for her precious daughter to see

And you smile back at her, your little body throwing itself at her

You giggle when she swarms automagically and you land in the middle of the fly pile

As she hears your precious giggles, Cassandra allows you to play a little more until you must head home with her

You cling to your mama tiredly, your legs hanging limply in the air, her strong arm wrapped around you and keeping you sat comfortably at her hip

You’re playing with her choker, the shiny yellow gemstone having captured your attention a few minutes ago

Cassandra doesn’t mind

You’re brought to her room first, where you are retrieved of the filthy, torn clothing barely hanging onto you

You whine a little as mama throws them carelessly onto the floor. You don’t yet know, you will never have to worry for clothing again

With your teddy held by your side, you allow her to wrap you up in the fluffiest, warmest robe you have ever seen

A deep red, and thick enough to keep you warm

You don’t pay the woman coming in any mind, but watch fascinated as she turns something at a tub and tons of water simply come down into it

Your small gasp has Cassandra smile

She can’t wait to show you all the wonders this world has to offer, as she is still exploring them for herself, too

As it is set, Cassandra lifts you gently. She knows of her strength and can’t help but fear she might break a little thing like you

After all, it’s not uncommon for her, and especially Daniela, to play a little too rough- to shove a little too hard, to shake hands a little too eagerly, to tug along a little too fast- and for it to lead to one’s death

She would never want to hurt you

But you don’t seem in pain in the slightest

You hold onto your mama happily, your little hands playing with strands of her hair as the robe is removed from you and you’re carried to the bathroom

You like her hair, you decide. It’s just like yours, only a little longer

When you’re set in the water, you squeal in enjoyment. It has been far too long since you’ve had some water for yourself, let alone a full bath!

Cassandra watches as you play with the bubbles, either oblivious, or simply not caring of the sponge she gently drags against your skin

For a moment, a thought crosses her mind

How she would have, before you, found it pathetic to bathe someone. It is a maiden’s job! A peasant’s job! Not hers!

But, she could never allow a servant near you, her most precious and priceless gem

She doesn’t mind a lot of things she would normally get upset at, she realises

She doesn’t get angry when your splashes cause her clothing to get wet

Instead, Cassandra only laughs along and gently uses two of her fingers to splash some water back at you. Your gleeful giggles mean the world to her

You are hers, she knows. And she will never see you separated again

As she leans over the tub to reach a small towel, though, a shampoo bottle is knocked over. She curses quietly under her breath, even more so when she catches it and the cap pops off and falls into the water

You, though, seem very happy about your mama’s mistake

“Mama, boat!”, you insist, holding the little cap

She doesn’t quite understand at first, until she remembers the times early in her reborn life, with Bela and Daniela in the tub with her; Cassandra trashing at the water, Bela wailing about wanting out, Daniela playing peacefully with the many items Alcina has learned to dump into the tub to keep her youngest entertained, and behaving

She thinks for a moment, then quickly sends some of her flies off to retrieve the secret stash of outside tools she has looted so far

Among them, a little plastic duck

You squeal as you see the item, water overflowing and splashing everywhere as you stretch your arms out, eager to get the yellow toy

How could she deny you?

For a little bit, the room is taken over by a peaceful atmosphere

You whisper and lisp to yourself as you play, knowing your mama is paying attention, and allow her to wash you as you play

Your body and hair are no longer dirty after a little while, free of mud and dust, blood and dirt

Then, a call in the distance

“Cassandra!”

Her blood runs cold. Mother! She completely forgot that she should have, perhaps, told Mother that she found a child, her child, and took her home

It seems though, by Alcina’s fast and heavy steps, that she is well aware of the presence of a human in her daughter’s room

Cassandra yelps in surprise when the knock to her door comes fast, the tapping of Alcina’s heel at the other side of the door showing her impatience

A glance at you has the huntress think, though. She doesn’t quite want to leave you on your own in the water

A part of her scoffs on the inside. When did she become so careful and lame?

Perhaps when she found someone worth being careful for, another part of her provides

“Just a moment, Mother”, she promises, her own heart calming as the tapping stops and Alcina seems to calm slightly

She supposes, she fact her room does not reek of human men-things is enough to calm her worrying mother

A part of her wonders though; will she be the same? Overprotective, careful, possessive?

The thought of you, grown up and somewhere with a man-thing is enough to make her snarl to herself. She supposes she has her answer

You only giggle at her snarl, yet frown in confusion when your mama’s hand quickly covers your mouth

She’s careful with you, but knows Alcina heard the sound

“Stay here, okay?”, she whispers, yet again knows that her mother hears her perfectly well

You only nod, happily to be sat on her bed and cuddle up in the warm sheets and fluffy pillows. Again, Cassandra doesn’t care that you wet things when she normally would flay someone for having a drop of water even touch anything that is hers

Without thinking, she presses a quick kiss to your forehead before she swarms out under the door, an action that, unfortunately, only makes her heart race faster and face burn up. When did she become so soft?!

How!

Alcina simply stares at her middle daughter for a moment, yet her eyes tell enough

She knows of the secret hidden within her daughter’s room and silently demands an explanation

Did she not just tell Cassandra they couldn’t afford using maids as play things? They needed to be ready to be turned into this season’s wine, and the castle is already understaffed as it is!

She massages the bridge of her nose with her fingers for a moment

She knows, sometimes Cassandra acts out to gain more of her attention. She will not fault her for this and lash out just yet. Never at and in front of her daughters, if she can help it

“Hello, Mother”, the brunette greets, almost shy. Despite being such a good liar, she grows nervous at the knowledge that Alcina has always and will always see right through her

The older woman’s eye twitches. Cassandra knows to come true now

“It’s..complicated”, she starts out

“You might want to sit”, she adds

Alcina merely crosses her arms, and her daughter continues

“I- uh, a few years ago there was this maid we let go, right? Sabrina? The little- ah, nevermind. I liked her”

Alcina stands unimpressed, but curious. Why, of course her daughter liked her. Why else would the lady of the village have allowed the maid to go free when Cassandra asked for it?

“She was, uh”

Cassandra paused for a moment. She wasn’t entirely sure how to phrase this, until a memory of Bela explaining a maid’s pregnancy came to her mind. She forced herself not to smile at the silly phrasing she know replicates

“- with child”, she adds

A gasp is heard from her mother, and Cassandra allows a large hand to set on her shoulder as the other woman attempts to make sense of the situation

A few moments pass. The middle sister is unsure how her mother feels

“And she is in there now?”, she asks eventually

Cassandra gulps

“Well no. She, is no more. But-“

She is cut off before she can continue, a little squeal from the inside of the room

“Mama!”

Cassandra yelps as Alcina moves immediately

She doesn’t entirely understand why, but her flies seem to act on their own, buzzing aggressively as she rushes inside the room to protect her young

But, there is no threat, just as her radical mind knew

Instead you are wide eyed as you play with Alcina’s large hat, having been picked up

It seems, Cassandra is not the only whose maternal instincts automatically kicked in at the cry from inside the room

Alcina holds you gently, even more so afraid of breaking you. You’re so tiny in her arms, yet not afraid in the slightest

You know who she is, after all, having originated in the village. You know this is your’s mama’s mama. And you trust those your mama is with. Mama knows best, after all

“Mother, this is my daughter”, Cassandra whispers, a small, soft smile gracing her lips

Never did she believe she would want this

Never did she believe she would get this

And yet, she can’t think to bear even a single moment without this, without you, in the future

You are a part of her now, a part of her life

You’re allowed to play with Alcina for a little bit, mainly climbing up and down her dress in what seems to be your new favorite game: attempting to steal the hat covering her head

Cassandra relishes in watching you play with her mother, and in turn in watching the careful and gentle way Alcina handles you

She knows, she will receive a talk on how this all could have happened and will have to deliver an explanation in response soon enough. But for now, this day was yours to enjoy

You cling to her yet again, content to be as humanly close to her as you can be after all this time of being separated

You don’t feel like letting go of your mama at all anymore, want to hold onto a part of her at all times

You notice, the fear villagers have of her is evident in the servants, too

They make way for the two of you when she walks down the hallway, never dare look up from the floor no matter how curious they are about the child in Cassandra’s arms

They’re perfectly obedient to her, shaken and frozen in fear and made respect

And your mama knows it

You’re sat down on the counter at the kitchens, your eyes flickering across all the food you never even got to hope to taste

The castle’s kitchen is rich in plums and apples- your favorite-, grapes and meat above all

Cassandra pulls a face at all the things surrounding her

Flour, sugar, meat, knives, spices, fruit, vegetables, bread, cutting boards, pots

How is she supposed to use all this to make a proper meal for you?!

Cautiously, she reaches towards a bag full of fresh vegetables. You pull a face at her and whine, and giggle when her hand immediately moves back again

‘Good girl’, she thinks, eying the bag with slight disgust, too

It seems, she does not have to pretend to like vegetables, then

Instead, she grabs onto a large piece of raw meat. Easily, her sharp, claw-like nails rip through it and she’s able to set a small, bite-sized piece down on your lap

You merely stare at her, and she stares back

“It’s deer”, she adds, when you still don’t eat. She doesn’t quite understand. She loves deer. Daniela loves deer! Bela loves deer! Even Mother loves deer! Did you not inherit a taste for it?

You only pull a face at her

“Mama, it’s bad”, you tell her instead

For a moment, she’s confused by what you could mean

Then, she thinks of the countless poor lovers taken by Daniela, made to eat the raw meat she “lovingly fed them” and the series of pain and issues it caused within them

Quickly, she snatches the piece from you again and plops it into her own mouth

“Alright, cooking, cooking…”, she murmurs

She knows how to cook meat alright, despite preferring knives over flames, yet it seems to help her little

“Damnit!”, she groans

And “Damnit!”, you repeat like a little parrot

She can’t help but laugh a little at that, before her laughter is cut off by her own shriek as she hears a voice behind her

“What are we up to?”, Bela asks cooly, her eyes flickering across her sister and the small child sitting on the counter next to her

“That’s-“,

“I know, Mother told us”, Bela interrupts gently, her cool facade broken only a little when your little wave brings a smile to her face

“Please, tell me you did not intend on serving her that”, she groans. You giggle. You decide you like the pretty blonde woman that shares mama’s head flower

Cassandra feels her cheeks heat up a little in embarrassment. Well, obviously she wasn’t gonna serve it to you as it was!

She opts for merely pushing Bela slightly, which was decidedly the wrong thing to do, for your little arm shoots out and you point at her

“Mama, nice!”, you scold, as though genuinely worried for your new blonde friend

Bela smirks triumphantly

Perhaps she could influence you just a little, teach you not to roughhouse as much as her younger sisters

Still, she doesn’t feel like teasing her sister just then, and instead merely reaches for a plate of herbs from the cabinet

“Try some of this, it goes very well with meat”, she hums, picking out several ingredients and herbs for her sister

You cling to your mama once again, seemingly having had enough of the counter for just now

You want to be close to her, now, and Cassandra easily wraps her arms around you and allows you to koala cling to her, your arms and legs wrapped around her upper body tightly

With her sister’s help, she manages to get you a proper meal eventually, whereas her sister and her share some of the leftover raw pieces

As you get to know mama’s sister better, you find you like her a lot

She tells you about the castle and its secrets, about all the animals living outside

Whereas Cassandra finds Bela’s occasional info dumping somewhat annoying, it seems you find it to be one of the most interesting things in the world, for you cling to your mama tightly, but hang on to each and every word Bela speaks

At last, before heading off to bed herself, Cassandra is offered guidance on how to prepare human meals, a deal she surprisingly takes her sister up on

Despite the overall calm and exciting day, fuss breaks out as nighttime and, especially, bedtime draws near

“I don’t wanna sleep! Mama!”, you insist, your little legs used to help you bounce and jump up and down on her big bed

Cassandra doesn’t quite understand. You aren’t tired? After the eventful day you two have had?

She sighs as she wraps her arms around you and wrestles you, the thick blanket easily wrapping around you and trapping your fidgety, giggling self in the bed

“Come on, firefly, even big and little warriors like me and you have got to sleep”, she groans with fake exhaustion, yet more giggles and laughter is pulled from you when her fingers mercilessly begin tickling you

“Mama!”, you shriek

You’ve never laughed this much in your entire life, and you never want to stop, even as you attempt to bare your teeth at her as you saw her do to villagers and maidens

“Rawr!”, she mimics back, her lips pulled to a snarl near your face, her fang-like teeth bared

You giggle and copy the action, just like your mama

“Rawr!”, you add

“Rawr!”, she snarls again. You can’t stop giggling. You want to be just like her!

[sashaasreads]

Love n' London

Harry Styles x Fem Reader

A/N Apologies for the delay! I’ve been busy, but I’m finally getting to upload again. Still no smut—I’m working on finding the right approach to write it without it feeling awkward. Thanks for your patience!

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Y/n grew up dreaming of living in London. Ever since she was a child, the city had fascinated her its vibrant art scene, the music, the historic architecture, and the countless little cafes. So, after graduating from art school, she packed her things and moved to the city, full of ambition and excitement.

She found a job as a curator’s assistant in a small gallery in Soho. It was the perfect job, really she spent her days surrounded by paintings and sculptures, getting to know local artists, and learning how to put together exhibitions. It wasn’t glamorous, but Lena loved it.

One grey October afternoon, y/n was at her usual spot in the gallery. She had just finished adjusting a painting, making sure it was perfectly aligned, when the bell over the door chimed, signaling a visitor. She glanced up to see a figure in the doorway, his frame silhouetted against the dim light outside. He was tall, with a tousled head of curls peeking out from under a beanie, a coat draped over his shoulders.

As he stepped inside, Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. The face beneath those curls was unmistakable Harry Styles, the singer she had admired for years. She had seen him in interviews, photos, and music videos, but nothing compared to seeing him in person.

Harry caught her looking and gave a small, shy smile. She blushed, quickly looking away, pretending to adjust her clipboard. But Harry approached her, offering a charming, friendly "Hello."

Y/n stammered out a greeting, her cheeks flushed as she tried to act calm. "Can I help you with something?"

“Actually,” he said with a little laugh, “I’m here to see some art, but I’d love a guide if you’re available.”

It turned out Harry was in town with a few days off between tour stops and had been wandering through London, exploring its art scene. Y/n walked him through the gallery, explaining each piece. She was passionate about her work, and he seemed genuinely interested, asking her thoughtful questions. They talked about art, music, and their favorite places in London.

After their tour, Harry surprised her by inviting her to a late lunch at a small café nearby. Still in shock, she accepted, and they spent the afternoon laughing and talking as though they’d known each other for years. Y/n found herself opening up to him in a way she rarely did, talking about her dreams, her childhood, and the strange mix of fear and excitement she felt about living in London.

Over the next few weeks, they continued to meet. Harry would drop by the gallery whenever he was free, sometimes bringing coffee or flowers. They would spend hours talking, sharing stories, and discovering new corners of the city together. Y/n soon realized that Harry, for all his fame and glamour, was remarkably down to earth. He seemed genuinely fascinated by her, by her art, by her life. And she, in turn, found herself falling deeper each day.

One crisp evening in November, after a quiet dinner in a little Italian restaurant tucked away in a side street, they found themselves walking along the Thames. The lights of London sparkled on the water, casting soft, dancing reflections. They walked in comfortable silence, fingers occasionally brushing against each other’s.

Harry stopped, turning to face her. His green eyes held a softness that took her breath away.

“y/n ,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “This might sound crazy, but I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

Y/n felt her heart pounding. She wanted to say something, but words seemed too small to capture what she felt. So she simply reached out, taking his hand in hers, and they stood there, the world fading away around them.

As the weeks turned into months, Harry’s tours took him to different cities, but he and y/n stayed in touch, talking late into the night, sharing stories, and sending each other songs and sketches. The distance was hard, but their bond only seemed to grow stronger with time.

Whenever he was back in London, they would pick up right where they left off. They explored every hidden gem in the city together, from art galleries and vintage bookstores to secret gardens and rooftop views. Harry introduced her to his world, taking her backstage at his concerts, letting her experience the thrill and energy of his performances. y/n introduced him to hers, taking him to underground art shows and showing him her latest work.

Their love story was a quiet, steady thing, like the pulse of the city itself. They were each other’s inspiration. Y/n's paintings became infused with new colors and emotions, and Harry’s songs took on a deeper, more soulful tone. She was his muse, and he was hers.

One rainy evening, a few years after they’d first met, Harry surprised her with a visit to the gallery. He was holding an umbrella and looked every bit as dashing as the day she’d first seen him. She was setting up a new exhibit and hadn’t expected him to come. But there he was, standing there with that familiar smile, his eyes shining.

“Harry!” She ran over, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her close.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, his voice warm and full of excitement. He led her outside and down the street, and before she knew it, they were at a small, empty theater. Inside, a grand piano stood on the dimly lit stage.

He sat down at the piano, motioning for her to sit beside him. Then, he began to play. It was a song she’d never heard before, gentle, heartfelt, each note weaving a story of love, devotion, and all the golden moments they’d shared.

When he finished, he looked at her, his face softened with vulnerability. “I wrote this for you, y/n. You’ve changed my life in ways I can’t put into words.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she took his hand, squeezing it. They didn’t need to say anything; the silence between them spoke louder than words ever could.

That night, in that quiet, empty theater, with only the faint glow of city lights around them, they knew they had found something rare, something lasting. The kind of love that was more than a moment it was a lifetime, etched in songs and sketches, laughter and quiet glances, memories, and dreams.

In each other, they had found a piece of themselves they never knew was missing a love that was as deep as the city they both called home.

[equallyshaw]

its always been you | jack hughes.

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blurb + social media edit.

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jack hughes x mid size oc.

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Warnings: self esteem issues, low confidence, guys being assholes, some sexual themes. alluding to sex.

Word count: 4.06K

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'it's always been you'

jack was a lot of things you could say, but he was most importantly blairs best friend since he moved to canton years ago. she grew up across the street from the ever chaotic hughes boys, who somehow always pulled her and her brother out of the house.

or at least he was her best friend, once he left for the show; messages and facetimes stopped. her family moved away shortly to san diego after she began her freshman year at university of southern california, double majoring in pre law and political science. she slowly but surely over the course of the years had begun to faze him out of her life, knowing full well he got rid of her too. blair recently graduated from USC with manga cum laude and decided to consider the possibility of moving to new york to start her life. her older brother joey had been out there for 6 years already, with college and now his professional career. and so here she was, two suitcases packed for two full weeks of sightseeing and potential job hunting in the city.

she strolled out of jfk, looking for her brother who stood waiting beside his car and once the two found one another they quickly jogged over to one another. "hey sis, glad you made it in safety!" he said taking the two suitcases from the girl, to put in the trunk. she hopped in the driver side, quickly connecting her phone to the Bluetooth. "couldn't wait 2 secs could you?" he joked, as he hopped in hearing olivia rodrigo blaring. "nah." she grinned, letting her parents know she was with her brother. "coffee?" he mused, and she nodded excitedly. "ya know it." she smiled.

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she had been here 2 days already and had done some sightseeing with her brother on the first day, and then yesterday explored lower manhattan and had stopped in to see where her brother worked, in the financial district. tonight though, they were going to be going out with some of his friend group and she was nervous. she hated being in a room of people in public no less without meeting them first one on one, but he promised her they were cool and very chill. besides, they were excited to meet the young girl who kept him on his toes. and the one who always had a joke to say. she sat down at the vanity an hour before they had to leave and quickly did some natural makeup and loose waves, before picking out a black crop long sleeve, short black faux leather skirt, black ankle boots and a small green purse. she walked out to the living room greeting her brother's girlfriend who smiled widely. "ouuu yes! i love the outfit blair!" she said genuinely and blair blushed. "you look great, i love it! you are gonna rock it." mogan spoke softer so just she could hear it and blair nodded, and thanked her for the support. she had changed over the course of four years and her body changed drastically. her 5'2 figure took a hit and that in turn lowered her self esteem and confidence within herself. she had been invited over the years to visit two friends at university of michigan but felt so poorly of herself, she never went. she didn't want anybody to see how much she'd change, even went as far to make a new instagram. besides, she had a whole new life out in california and that made it easier for her to never look back. and lets be honest, she didn't want jack or his brothers to see how she looked. she had adored the middle child the three years she knew him and once things started to change, she knew she could never be enough for him.

morgan grabbed ahold of the girl's hand as they walked towards the restaurant in greenwhich village. "have you guys been here before?" blair questioned as they quickly went to their usual seats. morgan nodded, "yeah all the time!" she beamed. the three walked towards the back, their friends all jumping up to greet the sister. "hi I'm jackson, nice to meet the girl who keeps him on his toes!" the dark haired man said causing her to laugh, "ofcourse! blair nice to meet you jackson!" she said hugging him back quickly. "I'm jackie! i work with morgan, nice to finally meet you! heard so much about ya. by the way, i love the outfit!!!" jackie said hugging the girl, and blair smiled thanking her. she moved on to three other people, two girls and a guy and then she sat down next to her brother. "has he convinced you yet to move here full time?" aaron questioned and she shook her head at the tall redhead. "nah not yet, though I'm sure its coming." she giggled, and the rest laughed. the waiter came over to collect drink orders, and she ordered a cranberry vodka and water. "where do you wanna work again?" her brother asked and blair smiled, "either go to law school to become yknow a lawyer or in a government agency. not too sure yet." she said shrugging and the others nodded. "well I'm sure jackson could hook you up, he works for town hall." and jackson shrugged nodding. "yeah, its a nice gig." he said. the group fell into a comfortable conversation, and trying to get to know the girl a bit more.

two hours later, they decided to head up to upper east side to go to a club, and so they made the almost hour treck up from Greenwich village. they ended up at one that the group frequented and once they got inside, joey took blair up to the bar to get drinks. the two stood there conversing as they waited for the drinks. that's when she saw him. no, not jack but the knock off kurt russell who played in california. somehow, she'd avoided him despite her parents living in the same area as him. trevor did a double take to the siblings before clapping his hand on joey's shoulder, causing blair to look up and catch trevors eye. "hey man, whats up?" joey said turning around and bro hugging with him. "good good, playing in the best league is more than i could ask!" trevor said cheekily and joey nodded, turning back to blair. trevor looked at blair as if she was somebody he'd never met before, "is this your girl?" trevor asked somewhat crass. blair shook her head, "no this is blair!" joey said looking at trevor like he was an idiot. "oh my god blair! how are you?! i didn't even recognize you." trevor said now realizing his mistake and blair took that to heart. she swallowed hardly, trying to not cry. she cursed her damn sensitivity. "i-im alright." she said smiling weakly, before looking over and seeing the tray of drinks. "good seeing you man." joey said somewhat crass, annoyed with the hockey player. "yeah, you too! is it true your parents are in newport?" he asked and joey nodded before walking off with blair. trevor stood their for a brief few seconds before taking drink and rushing back to the group.

blair chugged her cranberry vodka, surprisingly fast. joey watched as she did so, and then went to take a shot of tequila. she coughed as it finished going down, and he clapped her back a few times. "I'm gonna get another one." she said and joey wrapped an arm around her, not allowing her too. "no you're not getting drunk..at least not yet." he winked and she rolled her eyes. "come on lets go dance, girly!" morgan said pulling the girl out to the dance floor. ofcourse dancing queen had to be on, and the girl jumped in a circle along with jackie and annabelle the other girl that was jackson's girlfriend.

as soon as trevor reached the group that consisted of quinn, luke, jack, alex, cole, pk and a few other players in their group. "yo guys you wont believe i just saw at the bar!" he said freaking out, and some of the guys laughed. "who?" alex questioned throwing an arm over his shoulder. "joey and blair anderson!" he said breathlessly. "woah calm down their bud." alex joked laughing, as the three hughes searched the crowd for the siblings. once blair left right after the draft to move with her parents to california, joey fell off the face of the planet as well. quinn and joey had been the closest due to age and playing for usndtp together, and so that had hurt him as well. "where is she? i see joey but not her." jack said looking at trevor and trevor searched the crowd too. "she looks completely different, i thought she was his girlfriend." and then he found her. trevor pointed towards the quartet of girls, and jack needed no confirmation of which one was which. the same dark hair that sometimes crept up in his dreams was the same as when they were in highschool. he took in how much she had changed physically and absolutely adored the softness of her hips that peeked out from her cropped sweater. the subtle roundness of her cheeks, with her dimples ever present.

"damn shes changed." cole said and jack could feel the judgeness of his voice, as he finished that statement. "so?" jack said feeling himself getting angry and then cole recognized his mood changing. "like it fucking matters." quinn said hitting cole in the chest, understanding what cole was trying to say. "I'm getting another drink." jack said standing up and walking towards the bar. back on the dance floor, blair craved another cranberry vodka and pulled morgan over with her. "hi, can i please have a cranberry vodka!" blair asked and they nodded, putting it on joeys tab. blair and morgan talked at the bar, not realizing that jack was on the other end of it downing two shots. "thankyou!" blair said taking the drink and shot that was put down in front of the two. the two clinked the glasses together and once on the bar before throwing them back. blair coughed again and laughed as morgan's face grimaced. as soon as jack heard the coughing, he looked down and realized that blair was inches from him. now or never he thought, as she was about to walk off. "blair!" he said but she didn't hear him, he took two big steps and called her once again and she froze, before turning around. who could possibly know me here, she asked herself. she turned around jack and her eyes went wide. "blai-" he said once more, reaching out a hand before she speed off with morgan back to the table. jack caught joey's eye and his eyes went wide as well before turning his attention back to blair. jack stood there seeing if joey would walk over, but he didn't. instead the two of them plus morgan calling it a night.

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it was the next morning and blair was staring at the ceiling of the guest bedroom. she groaned rolling over, and pushing her face into the pillow. she hadn't been able to get jacks shocked face out of her head the whole night. she had had a nightmare about the summer she left for california with her parents, and he had forgotten her birthday. she didn't realize she was crying until she heard a sob tumble out of her, as her mind with self doubts. she sat up, crying into her hands and thanked the universe her brother and his girlfriend had left for brunch awhile ago. she declined their invitation and said she just wanted to sleep. she wiped her tears, and got out of bed throwing on a sweater and a pair of black leggings and her birkenstocks on. she decided she needed some coffee and a breakfast sandwich to lift her mood just a bit. she walked out of her brothers apartment and headed down to starbucks on the corner. she took in the sights, smells and sound of saturday early afternoon. she thanked the person that opened the door for her, and headed to the line quickly. she got her usual cold brew and sausage sandwich, and sat down at the table by the window. she scrolled through tiktok, trying her very hardest to laugh like a maniac in public.

about 30 minutes into her stay, she felt somebody staring but she pushed it away. not wanting to give anybody her undivided attention. she stood up a few minutes later, and headed towards the trash to throw away her garbage. as she was about to open the door, somebody did it for her. she looked up at the blue eyes she had once adored. she sighed seeing trevor and cole accompanying the player. she walked out quickly, heading back to her brothers apartment. she was close to the door once she heard her name. she rolled her eyes knowing it was jack, and so she slowed down a bit and waited for him to catch up. "blair!" he said finally reaching her and stepped in front of her. her eyebrows creased, looking up at him. all 5'11 of him. "yes?" she questioned, crossing her arms across her chest. he knew that nervous tick she had done from the very first time they met. "uh- how are you doing?" he asked, pushing some hair out of his face. she rolled her eyes, and continued her trek towards the front door of the apartment building. "wait blair!" he said pulling her arm, and she yanked it back. "hi how are you doing? after four years jack, seriously? fuck off." she breathed, turning back. "hey you didn't reach out either, ok?" he said and she stopped looking back at him. "i congratulated you, you ass. i texted you the night you got drafted and never got a response, jack. so that's on you, not me." she seethed, and he realized that he'd been in the wrong. "i cried every night that summer, in a scary and strange new place and you- you didn't even reach out once my parents dropped the move on your parents." she said feeling tears pool her eyes. "all i wanted was my best friend and you didn't care enough about me it seems, which is on me." she said before turning back to the door. "blair please." he pleaded. she opened it and looked back at jack who stood there processing everything. "come on jack." she said holding the door for him, and he quickly took the chance.

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she set her coffee down on the kitchen counter and placed her hands on her hips, trying to figure out what she wanted to say. "i'm sorry i didn't respond, I'm sorry i never reached out to you or said happy birthday. i know that's on me, there's no excuse for it. i didn't find out you moved until august when we came back to for a michigan game, and my parents told us. they'd kept it from us because they didn't want to tell us over text, but in person. i realized that i had tested fate, thinking you'd be home waiting for me. and - and i guess i was heartbroken that you didn't tell me yourself. i was losing my best friend and somebody i - i had fallen for.. in one moment." he sighed as he paused, biting his lip. blair turned around at his confession, did he really just say that? he met her eye, as she processed it. "it doesn't matter anymore jack, im not that same girl. hell, i haven't been that same girl since i left. things changed pretty quickly for me freshman year, and i-i- im not meant to be in your life clearly." she said pinching her nose. "whats that supposed to mean? why arent you supposed to be in my life?" he asked, stepping towards her and invading her space. he grabbed ahold of her hands, and she pulled them back. she shook her head, looking at the floor. "im not the kind of girl you're supposed to be seen with." she said sadly, "look at me jack. i changed in more than one way when i moved...and have fought so many battles just to be standing here today. one's you can't fathom." she said shutting her eyes, "haven't you realized its always been you?" he whispered and she reopened her eyes to look up at him. "what?" she said barely coming out as a whisper. he smiled softly chuckling a bit, "you are your hardheadedness could never see how hard i was trying to get you to realize i liked you more than as a friend. i was trying so hard, the guys couldn't help but laugh at every attempt. calling me a fool knowing you'd never realize until i said something." he said shaking his head as if he couldn't believe the years he spent pining over her. "wait what?" she said looking into his eyes. "you thought i was just being nice? oh no..I'm not that nice to just anybody" he said laughing and she shook her head blushing. "you fool! you idiot!" she said slapping his chest, somewhat angry and somewhat sad. he grabbed ahold of her hands again and pulled them into his chest, "its always been you bean, i have never once stopped thinking about you, even if you did change your Instagram and slip off the face of the earth. i still never stopped, you can ask my brothers." he said inching closer to her face. she blinked twice before biting the inside of her cheek, "but I'm not right for you." she said frustratedly. he shook his head, "i like this version of you blair, don't sell yourself too short. i know i will absolutely adore you, bean. i promise you that." he said before placing his lips on hers. their lips felt as if they had kissed a million times before. she moved her hands up to his neck, desperate to be as close as possible. he wrapped his arms around her hips before moving to her lower back. they pulled apart, resting their foreheads against one another's, catching their breaths.

tears pooled both of their eyes as they looked at one another, "I've thought about doing that for years." he said cheekily and she grinned, "I've been waiting for that for years too." she hummed before reconnecting them.

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one last hurrah was planned to michigan before the season started and jack invited her to his and his brother's lake house near where they grew up. she had met up with the three of them the day before they planned to leave for brunch. "i-i don't know." she said leaning back in her chair. "go have fun, ill still be here when you wanna come back." joey said from beside her, "there its been decided." quinn smiled lightly clapping his hands together.

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jack took ahold of blair's hand as they walked through detroit airport, walking towards baggage claim. "I'm nervous." she whispered to him as they waited. he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and looked at her in the eyes, "you have no idea how much they've missed you hun. everything will be great." he said kissing her temple. she nodded, resting her head against his chest. they made it out 15 minutes later and searched for ellen and jimmy's car. once they heard that blair was coming into town, they quickly volunteered to pick them up. once ellen found luke in the crowd, she saw quinn then jack and then on the girl she had always considered her daughter. jimmy found them as well and smiled at ellen once he saw that her and jack were holding hands. "blair!" ellen smiled widely, wrapping her arms around the girl. blair was transported back to one of the first hugs she had received from the queen herself and melted. "i've missed you so much babygirl!" she whispered before pulling back to inspect the 5'2 girl. "don't hound her." jimmy joked, and blair smiled before hugging him. jimmy had also considered the young girl their daughter, a testament to the amount of time she spent over at the house. blair stepped back, right to jacks side as they all put the luggage in the back. luke hopped in first, with quinn in the back and then jack and her sat in the middle seats. they drove towards the lakehouse.

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jack gave a tour to blair, and she could only imagine how much fun the three had here during the offseason. it was definitely a bachelors pad, with the amount of boyish and frat items they possessed. "this is your room." jack said opening the guest room door and she saw her luggage. she nodded softly before thanking him. "its late i should start getting ready for bed." she said and he nodded before walking out. she sat on the bed placing her head in her hands. she took in the very clean and crisp guestroom, knowing full well ellen had her hand in here at some point. blair quickly got ready for bed, and then tossed and turned for two hours not being able to fall asleep. especially knowing jack was down the hall, mere feet away from her. the summer after they moved to canton, her and his family went out to new hampshire and spent a month out there living with them. and there were many nights the two fell asleep in each others arms, one or the other not wanting to go back to their bed after talking for hours. jack down the hall was tossing and turning as well, thinking about the same thing. he was about to get up when he heard a soft knock at his door, before it opened. he heard the familiar soft feet of blairs. she had an oversized trojan t-shirt draping over her small frame, as she finally came into view. the moonlight cascading into the bedroom windows, allowing him to see all of her. "i couldn't sleep." she said and he got up, "me neither." he now stood in front of her, and she could feel the familiar warmth of him as he did so. the familiar chest of the hockey player, directly in her eyesight. "i had a feeling you'd be up, bean." he hummed smirking and she rolled her eyes. "what can i say, i missed my twin." she mused looking up at him. "its a good thing i missed you too." he said pulling her in by the cheeks and kissing her. they moved in sync towards the bed, molten with newfound freedom and feelings.

she sat back on the edge of the bed, jack coming in between her legs and then moving her further into the bed. they parted for a brief second, "are you sure?" he questioned and she nodded before she reconnected the two's lips. jack wasted no time in taking her shirt off and then her shorts, but slowly took her all in as if they'd never be in this situation again. "you are a fuckin goddess." he spoke into her neck, planting a few kisses down it. her back arched softly, wanting more of him. she pressed a kiss into his lips as things progressed into more.

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the two laid in each other's arms, the sun now rising. jack had spent time whispering sweet nothings and sweet words that made her heart swell, for the past two hours. they also spent time talking about what they had missed in the past few years, and talked about their future and what they wanted to do. together and separately. she now had her head on his chest, and was looking up at him. "i want you to come to jersey, i don't care if its fast or careless but i cant go anymore without you. i don't think my heart could handle it." he said softly and she smiled. "thankfully i planned on heading out there." she grinned now, as he smiled. he placed a kiss on her lips once more, entangling once again.

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@jackhughes: look who showed up just in time for the season.

tag: blairanderson

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@_quinnhughes: just like old times 🫣🥹

@lhughes_06: mom can u come pick me up pls

@jackhughes: sorry not sorry

@joeyanderson: I guess all is right in the world

@elhughes: it’s is Joey!

@blairanderson: jackyyyy

@jackhughes: blairrrr

@alexturcotte: missed you blair bear !

@blairanderson: missed u too turcs 🫶🏻

@mattboldy: holy crap it actually happened

@blairanderson: it did !!

@fanone: it’s so dry in here

@fantwo: awe she looks so sweet

@colecaufield: happy for you guys!

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@blairanderson: i could get used to this

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@joeyanderson: gross

@morgansmith: omg i love this !!!!

@joeyanderson: babe no

@blairanderson: I love u morgs!

@camyork: bean!!!!! Oh my god

@blairandersond hi cam cam!

@alexturcotte: I still bet u could still beat him at cards

@blairanderson: I reckon I could 🤝🏻

@jackhughes: it’s on babe!

@elblue: so glad to have you back in the family sweetie!

@blairanderson: me too!!

@jackhughes: I think we should hang one of these up in the condo

@lhughes_06: pls no

@blairanderson: I have so many ideas !!!

@alexvlasic: blair bear omg you posting again?!

@blairanderson: vlassy yes! Ended my hiatus (:

@brendan.brisson: awe my favs

@blairanderson: 🫶🏻

@trevorzegras: happy for you two!!

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[thoseboysinblue]

I Kissed Someone New Last Night

Christian Pulisic x reader

You visit your best friend, Christian, in Milan after a break up.

Word count: 4150+

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of weight loss, mentions of death of parents

Song Inspo: Kelsea Ballerini's Penthouse (Healed Version)

Requested: No

"Come to Milan" he pleads with you through the phone, "I'm worried about you, y/n."

"Christian, you know I can't do that," you frown at him.

"Please," he says quietly, "you've lost too much weight, you're not taking care of yourself, and no offense but you kind of look like shit," he tries to lighten the mood just a bit.

The truth is, there is nothing stopping you from hopping on the next flight to see your best friend and both of you know it. You broke off your engagement a few months ago, after finding out your fiancé was cheating on you. You also recently quit your job because no matter how hard you tried you always were bumping into him and you desperately needed a fresh start.

You had considered moving to Florida to be closer to Christian's family, the only real support system you had left. And even though he was far away, Christian never failed to be there for you through every heartbreak you had endured in your short life.

The night your mom died when the two of you were in high school, he dropped everything to be by your side, staying with you through all of it, holding you when you cried, staying strong for you when you completely fell apart.

He flew home as soon as he heard the news of your father's passing a few years later, and again, he was your rock. As everything in your life seemed to crash down, he was the constant, steady presence.

His family had welcomed you with open arms, including you in their holidays, family vacations, and trips to visit Christian and watch him play. They always made sure you felt like you had a place to call home. In recent years, you had opted to go to Christian for holidays so that he wouldn't have to spend them alone, the two of you setting about creating your own traditions. That was until your ex came along and you felt like you should spend holidays with him, but it broke your heart knowing Christian was spending them alone again.

Christian never really liked your ex, he couldn't put his finger on exactly why, but something about him made his guard go up. And it broke his heart when he found out he was right all along, maybe if he had said something he could have spared you the heartbreak, but you seemed happy and he wasn't going to interfere if that was truly the case.

"Come see me, I'll take care of you, I'll feed you pasta and let you get drunk on Italian wine. We can see the city together, I haven't gotten to do much exploring yet. It will be good for you to get away, take a break, get some fresh air, come on y/n, please?" he continues to plead with you.

"Ok" you whisper and you see his face light up, immediately grabbing his laptop and searching for flights before you have a chance to change your mind.

"How soon can you leave, looks like I can get you on a flight tonight, or tomorrow," he grins into the phone.

"Christian, you don't have to do that, I'll book something," you roll your eyes at him. He never failed to be generous and take care of you, whatever you needed, you didn't even have to ask most of the time.

"Nope. Not happening. Tonight or tomorrow, y/n? You better give me an answer or I'm closing h my eyes and clicking on whatever I land on," he chuckles.

"Fuck it, tonight," you grin at him, the first genuine smile he's seen from you in as long as he can remember.

You have to admit that the thought of landing in Italy tomorrow morning to spend however long you wanted with Christian makes you a little dizzy.

"Ok, pack your bags sweetheart, I'm sending you your boarding pass now," he smiles at you, "fuck I'm so excited to see you, it's been ages since we've gotten to spend time together."

"Christian, I just saw you this summer in Florida," you chuckle at him.

"Yeah, but that was less than 24 hours and you had the dickhead with you so it doesn't really count," he huffs at you.

"Christian this boarding pass says seat 4C, you did not just book me a first class ticket did you, you jackass."

"I sure did, because I can, and because I wanted to, and because there wasn't much left on the flight anyways. Now, get off the phone and start packing. Call me when you leave for the airport. Love you, y/n."

"Love you too, Chris." you shake your head at him before you hang up.

A few hours later, you have taken care of anything that might need your attention in the next few weeks since you were unsure of exactly when you would be back. You had packed and showered, and were set to leave for the airport. Making one final check that you had everything you needed, you call Christian, who answers sleepily, "I'm headed to the airport," you smile, even though he can't see you. "Ok, I'll see you in the morning," he says through a yawn, "safe travels."

"Thank you for this" you whisper but you can hear him snoring through the phone so you quietly end the call, after whispering another "love you."

You phone dings when you turn it off of airplane mode and you look down to see a message from Christian.

Christian: ciao bella 🤌🏻 there will be a car waiting for you to take you to my apartment. I'll be in training when you land, but should be home when you get there. Can't wait to see you 🫶🏻 Love you.

Y/N: oh god, am I going to be subjected to your attempts at learning Italian?

Y/N: thank you for the flight and arranging the car. I'll meet you at home. I can't wait to see you either. Love you, Chris 🫶🏻

Christian: do not insult my Italian, y/n. On my way home now, see you there 😍

When you arrive, he is waiting outside for you, pulling you into a warm embrace. It feels like he might crush you, but being in his arms heals your soul just a tiny bit.

"You've bulked up," you chuckle, your head resting against his chest. "You're skin and bones" he whispers leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

"Come on" he says retrieving your bags from the car and thanking the driver, waving off your attempts to help carry your things.

He leads you inside his new apartment, sitting your bags just inside the door before intertwining his fingers with yours, "let me show you around," he smiles at you adoringly.

He leads you from room to room, letting you know his plans for each of the ones that aren't quiet fully furnished yet. He grabs your bags as you follow him up the stairs opening the door to what you presume is his bedroom.

"Christian, this is gorgeous," you say taking in the room, the view out of his window to die for.

"It is," he smiles, never taking his eyes off of you.

You and Christian always share a bed when you are together so you aren't sure why it makes you slightly nervous to think about staying with him now, but it does. Your stomach flips as he moves your bag into the walk in closet, sitting your toiletry bag on the bathroom counter.

"Are you tired?" he whispers tucking a loose strand of hair around your ear and settling his hand on you jaw, smiling a the way you lean into him and shake your head, your eyes already a little brighter.

"Hungry?" he grins when you nod.

"You feel up to going somewhere, or do you want me to cook here, or we can order in?"

"We can go out, but can I have a few minutes to freshen up? You know I always feel gross after a long flight."

"Of course," he smiles, leading you into the bathroom, grabbing a towel for you and turning on the shower.

"Thank you," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his waist, "for everything," a couple of tears slip from your eyes which you try to hide from him but he definitely notices.

"Always, y/n" he breathes out, kissing you on the forehead.

After your shower, you wrap yourself in a towel, walking into Christian's room so that you can grab some clothes out of your suitcase. Christian is sitting on the bed when you walk out of the bathroom and his heart sinks when he realizes just how thin you've gotten. He knows it's just from the stress, and that you tend to lose weight when you are dealing with heavy emotions, and that you always return to your normal with a little TLC, usually from him.

He doesn't say anything, he knows he doesn't have to, you can read perfectly well the look of concern on his face.

"I'll be fine, Christian," you whisper as he nods.

"I know you will be now," he offers you a weak smile, but the look of concern is still evident.

You quickly get dressed, noticing that Christian has already unpacked your things and placed them on the empty shelves in his closet, your heart fluttering at the kind gesture.

"Come here" he gestures, patting the empty space on the bed beside him.

You waste no time in climbing over him and tucking yourself into his side, your head resting on his chest as he scratches your back.

"You know I'm here for anything you need, right? Forever." he speaks quietly.

You nod, allowing the familiar sound of his heart and his scent to wash over you. You never feel more cared for than you do when you are wrapped in Christian's arms, his warm embrace always soothing you, no matter what is going on in your life.

"You sure you don't want a nap," he asks quietly, a small yawn escaping his lips.

"We can nap if you are tired, Chris," you whisper.

"That's not what I asked," he chuckles.

Your stomach rumbles loudly and he kisses you on the top of the head, "food first, then naps."

He takes you to a small restaurant close to his apartment, filling you with as much pasta as you can hold before you make the short walk back to his place.

Once you arrive back at Christian's, he closes the room darkening shades in his living room and the two of you settle down on the couch to watch a movie.

Before long, you fall asleep wrapped up in Christian's arms and he does the same. You aren't sure how long you've slept when you stir slightly, waking Christian up.

"You ok?" he whispers into the dark, a sigh escaping his lips when you nod and nuzzle your face into his chest. You let out a giggle when his stomach rumbles, "you can't be hungry again, Chris."

"I'm starving, actually" he chuckles when you move slightly allowing him to stand up and pull you to your feet. He makes the two of you a sandwich, both of you eating before heading up to get changed for bed.

You wander out of the en-suite bathroom in Christian's room after finishing your skincare to find Christian sitting in the bed, already under the covers.

You give him a hesitant look, chewing on your bottom lip, "you sure you want me to stay in here, I could stay in the guest room or..." you trail off as he stands up and makes his way over to you wrapping you in a hug.

"Why wouldn't you stay in here, we've been sharing a bed since we were kids, y/n," he says quietly his hand stroking your back.

"I don't know," you whisper, "I just wasn't sure you wanted me in here."

"Of course I do," he says taking your hand and guiding you towards the bed, "but only if you want to be in here. I can definitely get you set up in the guest room if you would feel more comfortable."

"No, this is fine," you offer him a smile, your moment of anxiety passing.

"You know, I think my parents always thought we were up to something when we kept sharing a bed when we got older," he chuckles, "led to me getting the talk from my dad on more than one occasion."

"No, really?" you groan, your cheeks painted with embarrassment as you try to hide your face with your hands.

"Mmmhmmm" he laughs pulling your hands from your face, "I think they were worried that we might figure out that one of us is a boy and the other is a girl when we were younger, but as we got older, I think there were secretly rooting for it."

"I figured they would eventually put a stop to it, but I guess they trusted you far more than the trusted me," he grins.

"Guess we've disappointed them then," you chuckle tucking yourself into his side as he kisses the top of your head.

"Sleep well, y/n, wake me if you need anything," he whispers as he turns off the lights leaving the two of you wrapped up in nothing but the darkness and each other's arms.

The next several days in Milan Christian works to improve your mood as much as he can, enjoying when he catches flickers of you returning to your normal self.

You wake up early with him, enjoying quiet mornings before he has to leave for training. He even asks if he can bring you along for a few sessions giving you a chance to catch up with his old Chelsea teammates. You spend afternoons wandering the city and learning Italian with him. Evenings, which he knows you typically dread, are spent, snuggled up together watching movies or binge watching some of your favorite series.

Being constantly surrounded by Christian's presence is working wonders for you, you can feel yourself healing from everything you've been through the past few months. During a face time with Christian's mom she mentions that she can tell both of you are in a better place mentally and physically and that she's glad you are getting to spend some time together.

You cannot deny how much you enjoy being with him, here in a safe bubble, seemingly protected from the outside world. And Christian, he's enjoying your company more and more each day. Things are seamless and comfortable between the two of you, conversations are easy, and the silences are never awkward.

He has been thrilled to have you with him as he embarks on a new season with Milan. You've been able to travel to away games with him and we're blown away on your first trip to the San Siro.

One particularly warm evening after a match, you walk out of the bathroom in a pair of pajamas that show far more skin than any others you've worn around him. You pretend not to notice the way his breath hitches in his throat when he sees you and the way his eyes follow you as you slip into bed next to him.

"You ok?" you whisper, resting your head on his chest noticing the way his heart is hammering away.

"Couldn't be better," he sighs, trailing his hands over the exposed skin on your back and shoulders noticing when your skin erupts in goosebumps, a reaction he's not used to from you.

"I've got the next couple of days off, I thought we might take a little trip to Lake Como tomorrow, have some lunch, see the area," he says quietly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"That sounds nice," you whisper, turning to place a kiss to his chest.

"And I have a surprise for you tomorrow night," he smiles as you turn to look him in the eyes, resting your chin on his chest.

"You know I hate surprises," you grin, a glint of playfulness in your eyes.

"I know, but this is a good one, and you're not getting it out of me," he grins back at you, tickling your sides and making you squeal.

"Now, let's get some sleep, we have an early morning tomorrow," he says, reaching to turn off the light and gesturing for you to turn on your side so that he can be the big spoon.

"Good night y/n," he whispers, "love you," as he places a feather light kiss on your shoulder, so light you almost don't notice it.

"Good night, Chris, love you too." You whisper back to him, intertwining your fingers with his.

The next morning, you both wake up early and have a quick breakfast before leaving for the day's adventure. Lake Como is more beautiful than you could imagine and you share a lunch that borderlines on romantic at a small cafe that overlooks the lake.

"I can't believe we are here," you nudge him with your shoulder as you walk down a small path towards the waters edge.

"I'm sure you could sweep some lucky girl off of her feet here," you chuckle at him noticing the way his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"Probably, but that's not what today is about is it," he rolls his eyes at you, "today is about me and you spending time together, not me scoping out potential date spots."

"I know, but what better place to fall in love than Italy, Christian," you say, twirling yourself around in front of him, missing the absolutely smitten look on his face.

"Maybe," he shrugs his shoulders, his eyes never leaving you.

"Are you going to tell me what this surprise is?" you ask him, looping your arm through his and resting your head on his shoulder. Noticing the way his skin reacts to your fingers tracing over his skin.

You like Kelsea Ballerini right?" he asks, as he rests his head on the top of yours as you both of you stare out over the water at the colorful houses dotting the horizon.

"I do, her new album is practically an anthem for my life right now, why?" you breathe out, shuddering as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"She's playing at the stadium tonight, and I might have gotten tickets for us," he says lowly, tilting his head up so that he can look you in the eyes and see your reaction.

"Playing at the stadium, as in your stadium? In Milan?" you nearly squeal, turning to fully face him as he nods.

"Thank you," your voice comes out low, barely above a whisper as tears well in your eyes, "for this, and for everything, you've always been the one person I could count on no matter what, and I honestly don't know what I would do without you."

You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, lingering a bit longer than normal as you notice him swallow dryly.

Leaning back slightly, you take in his features, suddenly mesmerized by his beauty. You've always known Christian was attractive, that much was obvious to you, but Italy has done him a world of good. His summer tan has lingered a bit longer, freckles dancing over his skin, and his eyes seem a bit brighter and more full of hope than you've seen them in a while. You catch your gaze lingering over his lips, noticing how soft and plump they are and wondering what they might feel like pressed against your own.

Christian has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, there isn't a single core memory of yours that doesn't involve him, being here with him the past couple of weeks, his patience, support and attentiveness have healed parts of you you didn't know needed healing.

Part of you never thought it was possible to develop feelings for him beyond friendship, and yet, when he's looking at you the way he is at this very moment, it makes you wonder if there couldn't be something more there.

"You're staring," he whispers, enjoying the flood of color that rushes to your cheeks.

"Am I not allowed to stare at my best friend? You're kind of beautiful you know?" you say, your eyes never leaving his.

"You're the beautiful one," he whispers, leaning down and glancing at your lips, almost as if he's thinking of kissing them before kissing the tip of your nose.

You turn, facing the horizon again as his arms squeeze your waist. "I love it here," you breathe out, feeling him nod as he rests his chin on your shoulder, but you aren't quite sure if by "here" you mean your actual location, or if you mean in Christian's arms.

"We should go," he gives you a gentle squeeze and slides his hand into yours.

The car ride home is quiet, he can tell you're lost in your own thoughts and he'd give anything to know what you are thinking about as you stare out of the window. Truthfully, he's a bit lost in his on thoughts as well, trying to come to terms with everything he's been feeling over the last few days.

Back at his apartment, you start getting ready for the concert, Christian ordering dinner for the two of you to eat as you get ready. You pick out a flowy dress, something that accentuates your best features, wanting to look pretty for yourself, and you catch yourself thinking that you also want to look pretty for him. You want him to be proud to have you with him, not that he's ever made you feel otherwise.

Once you are finally ready to go, you walk out of his bathroom about the same time as he walks out of his closet, also dressed and ready to go. You both silently stare at each other, soaking one another in before his lips curl slightly at the edges as he makes his way over to you.

"You look beautiful as always," he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your mouth.

"So do you," you blush slightly at his compliment as he takes your hand and leads you to the car waiting to pick you up.

The concert is amazing, Christian never leaves your side, and most of the night he has one or both arms wrapped around your waist.

As the first notes of "Penthouse" ring out around the stadium he moves so that he is standing behind you, both arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as he gently sways with you to the music.

Tears well in your eyes at the words that seem so very personal to you, a few spill over as Christian grips onto your hips turns you around. He brings his hands up to cup your face as he brushes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs as the music fades out.

You're staring at each other, both of you knowing exactly what is coming next, as she belts out the healed version of "I kissed someone new last night, and now I don't care where your sleeping baby," Christian presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is soft and slow, and without a moment's hesitation you grip your fingertips into his t-shirt as you melt into the kiss; his lips slotting perfectly against yours, just as you had imagined they would. Suddenly, it feels like all of the pieces have fallen into place.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, "I love you, y/n" he says quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. A couple of tears fall from your eyes, as you nod and say "I love you too, Christian."

"No, baby, I need you to understand what I'm saying. I'm in love with you, I am desperately in love with you," he says as he bumps his nose against yours.

"I know, and I'm in love with you too," you grin, a squeal escaping your lips as he picks you up and spins you around.

"Stay in Italy with me, I can't bare for you to leave me," he says as he pulls you closer to him, burying his face into your neck, "we can both start over here, and we can start building a life together," he says hesitantly, searching your features for an answer he is hoping will be yes.

You nod and he crashes his lips back to yours in a much heavier yet still reserved kiss considering you are in public.

"So you're staying," he mumbles against your lips.

"I'm staying" you grin, "until you're sick of me."

"That's never going to happen sweetheart," he smiles sweetly, "never."

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[childotkw]

Self-rec time! What are your favorite five fics that you've written and why? After replying to this ask, feel free pass on to five other writers to spread the love. 💗

Oh god, this is like picking a favourite child 😅😅 but I'll rank them from most to least

1. Consuming Shadows

This was my first big story back, after I stopped writing for about six years. I was just testing the waters, having fun, and I wanted to play around with a ship I had only really just started consuming content for. It very quickly reignited my passion for writing, and it's blown up in such a way that I had never anticipated. I love the plot, I love the characters, I love Hadrian's progression from snarky but emotionally distant figure to a genuinely warm and loving friend, I love how well I managed to keep the threads of storylines and foreshadowing together, and I love the slow development of Hadrian and Tom's relationship in a way that's believable and does them both justice. The fact that so many people have resonated with it over the years has really left a mark on me, and I'll never forget all the things this story gave me.

2. you belong to me (i belong to you)

This one really was just my 'haha this is for the lolz' story. It was never meant to be popular or as big as it is. I was just fumbling around, wanting to write a cool time travel story, and then I came up with the Twist and it was no longer a joke 😂 I love the dynamics in it, I love Harry's general vibe, I love Orion and his chaos gremlin schtick. I'm still amazed that I came up with the plot twist (like, seriously, I don't think I can ever replicate that). And the fact that this story grew so popular and that so many people have enjoyed what started as my funny lil project overwhelms me in the best way.

3. The Lone Wolf Dies (But The Pack Survives)

In a lot of ways, this was a love letter to Regulus. I'd never really given him much thought as a character, but I fell in love with my interpretation of him. He's incredibly complex, and the future potential of the story really makes me excited.

4. ruination

Again, it's more the potential of this story that makes me love it. I wasn't super comfortable writing for asoiaf, and the fandom makes me...uneasy in a lot of ways. But I greatly enjoy all the ways this story could go. Lucerys intrigues me, and my interpretation of his character is especially fun to think about. I want to explore the slow but fundamental shift in a character, something that leads to them becoming almost unrecognisable. I love fantasy, and getting to play around in such an immersive world makes me giddy.

5. i don't owe you my forgiveness

It's only one chapter at the moment, but I really really really love the concept of soulmate rejection and the bitterness that is sown by Tom's hasty actions. The inherent power imbalance - originally in Tom's favour and then very dangerously in Harry's - is one dynamic I can't wait to sink my teeth into.

[madamealys]

Imagine you are Tom Glynn Carney’s closest friend. In fact… too close.

(21+)

***

You are having a relatively complicated day when he calls you.

“Hey, Y/N! Guess what? I’m gonna take the Empire State!”

Aware of his sudden escalating fame, you giggle at his excitement, happy for sharing it—you’ve always encouraged him to pursuit the path of acting, always stood there for him. What’s best of doing your part is that Tom not only acknowledges it, but is thankful for it.

Somehow this warms your heart and makes you forget the clouds that were forming above your head.

“No kidding!! Tell me all about it!”

“I will show you for I was allowed to take someone with me and this someone is you!”

Tom knows how you will react: a stunned silence will be followed by an overjoyed cry out before you are listing every reason why he should choose someone else. Of course there will be some small argument over it, and he could foresee how bright your smile will be when he wins you over it.

The sight itself of your blush and smile makes his heart skip a beat. A perception that rises an alert by his reason, but he doesn’t pay mind to it. Not now anyways.

And it occurs as predicted, which makes him smile.

I’m glad you’re still the same after all those years, Y/N.

“I don’t care. I’m picking you up tonight, pack your things already.”

Your day couldn’t get any better, could it?

***

“We are leaving early tomorrow”, says he when picking you up and driving you to his place. “To prevent you to get late, I’m kidnapping you.”

You laugh quietly at his teasing.

“I don’t get late this often.”

“For a British woman, you do get quite late in many places.”

“I am not late, people of my surroundings tend unfortunately to arrive too early”, you snap back, pleased to make him chuckle.

“Right. You keep telling yourself that, Y/Nickname.”

Tom smiles at you before finally parking his car. You gladly hear all that he has to say, genuinely listening—a trait that he always compared to his former girlfriends, who never seemed interested in catch up with him—until he stops talking.

“You are too quiet again”, Tom notices just as you two walk in his grand, magnificent house.

“I am not”, you try not to give in, but your tone—too high—breaks your intention.

Tom holds your wrist—and it’s here that this touch, former friendly, shows other colors, previously unknown to both of you—and makes you turn at him. You hate how his eyes, so deep and vivid, dive right into yours, drinking into your soul, denuding it crudely.

Most of all, what you hate about the intensity of his gaze is the incapacity of denying him anything. What he asks, you give. You know that.

Oh, you know that.

Fuck.

“What happened, Y/Nickname? I know how supportive you are, but I can tell you’ve been distant this time.”

Saying so, stroking his thumb around your wrist, you are pulled onto him, like the Earth when it’s forced to gravitate around the sun.

Tom knows by your body language that he has so much power over you—he maybe has always known this, but never intended to explore it, for fearful he was in discovering that he may not feel it back, in order to ruin the sacred friendship you two have.

But when gazing at you, he comes to know there is so much more than surface shows. When reading this unspoken pain behind your y/c eyes, he wants to grip your face and protect you at all costs, he wants to devour your lips, he wants to give you the world.

He wants to hear his name out of your holy mouth as he does unspeakable things to you.

Oh. Damned be I.

“Well?”, he swallows his unholy thoughts, burying them alive. “Do you not think I know not my dearest and closest friend after all these years?”

“I do not intend to trouble you, is all”, you say, detesting how weak and meek you sound when you are so easily against him. “You’re having such a great time.”

“I will not have a great time when you’re like this”, he protests with a smile on his lips, too acutely aware of the effects his presence has on you. “I’m all ears, Y/Nickname. Don’t hide away from me.”

You tilt your head, letting him pull a lock of your hair that stubbornly fell over your forehead behind your ear. And then… you tell him your frustrations at work, how little valued you feel by others—your family included.

Tom listens, and not only that but he prepares some tea for both of you. There is this intimacy you’ve never had with another… and when looking into his eyes, you realize that he’s your home.

But why admitting it to yourself when you’ve shielded it behind your pride all of those years?

“Feeling better now?”, he asks you at last. How suddenly you two are cuddling on the couch?

“I am, thank you. You’ve always been a great listener”, you smile at him, not minding the gravity drawing one to the other.

Fingers intertwine, playfully at first. But electric waves are inevitably felt.

“The same can be said of you”, he too smiles, pleased to spot a faint blush rising in your cheeks. He wants to stroke your face, but Tom lacks the bold moves.

One gazes to the other, an invitation is silently posed. But who is yet to give the first steps? So suddenly aware of this unspoken and unadmitted tension, you opt to break it by giving an excuse to retire.

Which cools the spark, you know. But for how long?

Tom sighs and opts to keep to himself, even if this uncertainty drives him mad on the inside.

How long, though? For how long?

A question he is yet to fear the answer.

***

“It’s a beautiful view!”, you tell him later that day, when he takes you back to the hotel with his cast friends.

This day you and Tom, alongside dearly Olivia, Phia and Ewan and other members of the crew of “House of the Dragon”, have climbed to Empire State. Though you tried to be discreet, to your embarrassment Tom ensured you not to be excluded and suddenly you and Olivia became good friends, with each exchanging the contact to the other.

You are still wearing a green—“how thought of you to dress accordingly”, so Tom teased you when seeing you ready, to which you teased him back: “all for my favourite king!, which in turn got him red much to your delight—long gown with reinforces your curves, with your hair loose and the emerald jewelry Tom gifted you on your last birthday, by the time you and him got to the hotel bedroom.

Aegon had insisted that you two shared it—with him sleeping on the couch against your protests—so here you two are.

“Indeed it is”, he agrees, sounding more tired than his bubbly countenance allows him to show. “Very remarkable indeed.”

“You look exhausted”, you say, removing your earrings and necklace before coming at him. “Should you get some rest, T.”

He gives you one kind of glance that makes you mewl.

“You are really gorgeous, Y/N.” And then he stands. For a moment you hope for it. But… “I need a shower, truly.”

As he goes to the bathroom, you know you cannot conceal the disappointment that Tom spots. But what then?

What then? You ask yourself, sad somewhat.

***

“Y/N”, you hear him call you.

It’s dark, lights are out, and after that awkward moment where delights turned to dust with each following to each side, everyone seems to content in silently agree to sleep under the pretense of exhaustion to disguise this unspoken tension.

“Are you awake?”

Part of you wishes to pretend to be asleep. You know you are tired, it really has been a long day, but…

“Yes.”

A brief moment of silence, interrupted by his footsteps. You don’t mind him joining your side—it’s something you’ve always insisted if you’d properly shared the bed with a cushion in between—but you know there’s an anxiety in how he moves to the bed you are that hasn’t been detected before.

Tom slides to your side, thinking the same, perceiving the growing climax of this unbearable tension. He turns the light of the lamp, which soon dissipates part of the darkness that involves you two.

Tension rises when you notice he’s shirtless, the way his short hair falls, his muscles. The proximity makes you warm… specially in between your legs, a feeling you haven’t felt for a long while.

“Y/N. I was rude to you, I’m sorry”, he says, sounding desperate.

You are on your elbow, not minding the nightgown that is nearly showing off unprotected nipples. Such a sight makes Tom sigh deeply, but he keeps sinful thoughts to himself.

Though you may have noticed a naughty glimpse behind his eyes that only makes you feel unthinkable things. And may as well make you incline so a nipple purpose is out.

Tom knows he should not look, but how can he ignore the pink, hardened nipple that is so easily out of the cloth that should keep it of his sight? How can he not admire the swell of your right breast under this light, making visible the object of his desire? Is it useful to struggle with the nights he slept with other women thinking of you?

Nevertheless he holds back his lust when you say:

“Rude? How so?”

Looking into your eyes, he says:

“I struggle in vain to hold back my sentiments for you. Over the years I’ve realized that friendship is not suffice to placate the yearnings of my heart. Your happiness is mine as is otherwise. I want to make you happy, I want to be the reason of your daily smiles. I know this isn’t the most appropriate form to say this, but fuck… I love you, Y/N Y/LN.”

You pale for a moment. Heart races, you forget how to breathe—this is far more girly like than you, as an adult woman, expect. Tom for a moment fears that he’s misinterpreted all of this, until you move forward and cup his face with both hands.

“I love you, Tom Glynn-Carney. I always have and I always will.”

His face brightens upon hearing these words. Three little words that impact a great deal his well being. There is little else to say other than doing what both of you wanted to have it done for a long while now.

In this poorly illuminated room he kisses you, and gladly give in. What it starts as a slow kiss soon evolves to a passionate one. It’s enough to spark that repressed fire.

As your tongue syncs with his, perfectly paired in the same rhythm, you pull Tom over you, welcoming him with your legs. It doesn’t really help your case that his skillful hands soon lift your nightgown, slowly to your waist, gripping your hips.

But you don’t stay too far behind, taking hold of his hair before sliding your hands to his shoulders, thanking the divine for the shirt he’s not wearing. As you dig your fingers against his skin, smirking as he hisses under his breath as a result, he parts the kiss to dive against your neck.

For every built tension is finally dissolved when his hands engulf your frame, slowly lifting higher your nightgown until he suddenly stops what he’s doing.

“Tom!”, you don’t hesitate in protest.

“What?”, he gives you a mischievous look before tilting his head with a completely innocent aura. “I was just wondering if you are comfortable with where this is going.”

“Well, yes I am”, you say as-a-matter-of-factly. “I appreciate your concerns, but you’d know by now if I wasn’t ok with this.”

To ensure you mean every word, you make sure to lock him with your legs and swipe positions.

Tom gives you the look of a devoted lover that not only makes you dripping wetter—if possible—but encourages you to be bolder.

“Even so…”

Whatever he is about to say dies in silence when you remove your nightgown and let him drink the view of your bare breasts pouncing lightly as you rub yourself over his hardened cock.

“This is better than in my wildest dreams”, he mumbles in between hot shortened breaths.

You lean to kiss his lips for a few moments before sliding your tongue to his neck. In the meantime, your eager hands play with his hair, gently moving to his neck and slowly going downwards.

Tom closes his eyes, letting you have the control this time, struggling to keep his arousal in check though his bone is making him burn inside.

It doesn’t help his case when your fingertips get it delicately only to wrap around it.

“Merciful be Heavens”, he groans, already pumping into your palm.

You take your time, running your painfully hard nipples against his skin, tasting his sweat with your tongue. Playing with his neck and jawline makes you hornier—if possible: hearing his ache for you brings such a naughty side of you unknown to any other men.

“Yes, my love”, you bite down his lip. And for a moment your eyes meet in a longing gaze. “Is it good?”

“Fuck yes. You do it so fucking well.”

He throws his head back, eyelashes barely closing as you keep doing what you’re doing. You love to have him moaning, responding so perfectly to your efforts in making him feel good.

You know you want more. In other circumstances you’d scowl at yourself for these impure thoughts, sinful desires, but this is hardly the time for doing so.

You feel so good in giving what he needs that you barely recall yours. And when you go down his belly, Tom gently holds your hair, playing with your locks.

“Babe, you don’t have to do this.”

When you look up, he sees a mischievous glint never before met in such pure eyes of yours.

“Oh honey, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

When you finally replace your hands with your tongue, Tom is abruptly taken to Heaven. Every night he touched himself thinking of you is nothing compared to what you do, fulfilling his naughty dreams he often had about you.

As he pumps into your mouth, his mind goes into blank and brought into nothingness, he slips to an exquisite kind of joy. And you do your best, enjoying it to the point of touching yourself too in the process.

As he sees you enjoying doing it, eventually though… Tom knows that feeling too damn well. He’s about to…

“FUCK!”

You know he doesn’t plan to jerk in you, but you don’t flee from the task. You engulf it all, drinking it. As you sit over it, not minding the risks it may have by doing so, you lick your lips.

“You taste so good, Tom Glynn Carney.”

He eyes you like a hunter. And so suddenly you become his prey. For you are now under his desperate lips, his savage kiss destroying you all the whilst his hands cup your breasts, there staying for a while as you begin to moan.

“You will be rewarded for your devotion, my love”, he whispers against your ear, smirking pleasantly when spotting how shivering you are under his wording.

His lips burn you like fire, but you are yet to get burnt. Tom is patient, he wants to see every bit of you reacting to his command. He kisses you slowly, his tongue licking your skin in his own pace.

But when going to your chest, he says:

“I’ve always noticed your beautiful, rosy, round breasts. And often wondered what’d be like to take each nipple under my mouth”, the actor smirks when you blush. “I’ve always lusted after you, love. This shouldn’t be surprising.”

His eyes are locking with yours as he engulfs his tongue around your nipple, pleased to finding you moaning, louder each time he sucks it. Then his hand finds way to your feminine core only to be pleasantly surprised by how wet you are.

“I’ve always thought of you in the same way”, you say, messing with the sheets. “God, I’m in Heaven. Oh babe!”

Tom likes how you sing out his name, how loud you are, how wet his fingers are. He likes to taste your nipples under his tongue, aware of how much you want him taking his time there, which he does.

But to him, seeing you reaching your climax is a beautiful view his minds captures it in a mental photography. And he wants you so bad…

As he arches his back, this is the very moment he knows when to slide his cock in you, just as you are cumming he pumps in.

“OH LORD!”

Tom chuckles before letting a groan as he begins to fuck you nice and slow. Domineering you in a gentleman manner, he pins your hands above your head and hits your uterus intensely.

“Come, babe. Let us reach paradise together, shall we?”, he says quite breathless before wrapping a hand around your neck, sliding it then to your breast.

Two bodies lock as one. This is lust no more, but the consuming of long repressed flames. Sounds echo in the room as you and him find pleasure together.

When he slows down his pace, he cups your facd and says:

“I fucking love you, Y/N. You will be my wife one day, this I swear.”

Your reasonable self, experienced somehow by now, tells you not to buy this. But it’s not anyone you met. It’s Tom. Your sweet Tom.

Yours to behold and to love.

To care and cherish.

Yours alone.

“I love you, husband.”

And who knew in this night a solemn vow was made… only to be fulfilled in a few more months?

[saintflwrs]

𑁍.*･𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

…

𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 your schedule. You were a routined person, you worked from Mon-Thurs and would come to the gym after your shift. When Friday rolled around you were free so you would workout earlier then usual. No later than noon. The same headphones always sat on your head and the gym bag slung around your shoulder.

He wanted to talk to you but you always had this RBF when working out. You were so pretty ofc he couldn’t help but steal glances and quickly look away when you two would lock eyes.

You were in your own little world that you rarely saw the men that would stare as your ass and make comments about you. It made his jaw clench. He tried to push you out his head but you carried this demeanor that drew him closer and closer.

One day you entered the boxing gym which was a shock because you never once set foot in there. A look of awe was on your face.

“I never knew they had boxing area in here.” You gasped.

“How long you been going to this gym and you ain’t know there was a boxing gym?” somebody mentioned.

“Nigga, ion be exploring.” You barked back and everybody laughed.

He wasn’t the only one that drew closer to you. Everybody in the boxing gym grew to love you. Ever since that day he noticed you coming in there to help. Whether that be changing mats, helping boxers tie their gloves or even just hanging out. Everybody loved the positive energy you brought into such a violent place.

You would occasionally say Hi to him or tell him he was doing a good job but never really had a genuine conversation until one day. He was having a hard time tying his glove, you could see the visible frustration on his face. Suddenly he felt a hand on the glove and looked up.

“Need Help?” You smiled

“That obvious huh?” He mumbled

“Yeah.” You breathily laughed “Heard you got a match coming up.”

“I do, how’d you know?” He raised his eyebrow

“Your coach told me, he also invited me to come. Ima be there.” You said.

You were gonna be there? But you didn’t even know him. The thought made him all the more excited for the event. From that day forward you guys were sort of inseparable, always on FaceTime until midnight. Frequently hanging out to get ice cream when he was supposed to be watching his calories. It was platonic. But you both yearned for more.

I mean you were HIGHLY attracted to him. His physical appearance was the opposite of his shy personality. Tattoos decorated his back forearms and some on his chest and not to mention his body. A six pack and strong biceps made him all the more attractive paired with his dimples that would show when he laughed with you. The nigga was fine, okay?

A week before his match he called you, asking you to come by the boxing gym around 7 pm. He needed your help with defense. You didn’t know much about boxing but he always was quick to ask you to help him. In actuality he just wanted to hear your soothing voice.

You had a few errands to run that day but when you finished you went right to the gym. Your heels echoed as your feet stepped onto the stone floor in the gym. The sound alerted him, causing him to turn his head towards you a smile immediately forming on his face.

“Hey..” He greeted, slightly out of breath.

“What’s up?” You asked as he stepped out of the ring walking towards you. His hair was dripping from sweat and his shirt was off, displaying his tattoos. “I know you didn’t call me over here this late just to work on defense.” You crossed your arms batting your lashes up at him.

“And I know you didn’t come here in that jean skirt for nothing.” He teased.

“I was doing shit before I came here.” You scoffed.

“Yeah I bet you were.” He inched closer to you, eyes trailing lower and lower.

“They should let me in the ring with you, I could beat you.” You joked.

“Yeah? you think you could take me?” His voice dropped. You playfully punched his stomach before replying.

“Yeah I—“ You paused for a second, it clicked in your head what he was getting at and it made your heart beat faster.

He softly grabbed your wrists and pulled you closer to his chest. His hand rested on your cheek, eyes scanning yours as if he was indirectly asking to kiss you. When you nodded, his lips crashed onto yours in complete hunger and desperation. He gently bit your lip causing you to gasp so he slyly slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your mouths moved together in unison begging for more of each other.

His strong arms then picked you up, your legs wrapped around his torso. He stepped towards a room with you still in his arms and placed you on a nearby desk with loads of paperwork that was pushed to the ground to make more space for you.

It was his coach’s office and he knew that but didn’t seem to care.

“We.. shouldn’t Fuck—be.. doing this here..” You moaned out

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” He said while leaving hickeys down your neck.

“What? that we’re fucking on his office desk..” You whined.

He softly chuckled before removing your top and sucking on your tits rolling his middle finger in between your nipple.

“Oh shit..” You sighed while leaning your head back. Your hands tangled in his hair gently pulling on the strands signaling you wanted more.

He swiftly pulled your jean skirt down and spread your legs open. You hissed from the sudden cold air hitting your pretty cunny. It was dripping wet and he made it even wetter by letting a glob of spit drop down onto it.

You bit you lip at the action, he then lined himself up with your gushing pussy. He teased you by rubbing his tip on your hole his precum spreading all over your folds as you loudly whined.

“Please.. Fuck me” You begged, eyes glossed.

“I got you mamí, don’t worry.” He placed a kiss at the corner of your lips before inserting himself into you completely.

You gasped and your nails immediately clawed into his back as he pounded into you hitting just the right spots. The desk shook at his relentless thrusts.

“Mmph~ This pussy feels so good.” He praised “You gon take my dick? Yeah you are. Fuckkkk.” He groaned as he gripped your waist hips snapping into yours.

“Yes~ Oh my god— Right there, Right there” You cried as your eyes rolled back. It felt so fucking good. Everything was so calculated.

“I can’t— Mmm~ It’s too much—“ You croaked out.

“Yes you can mama, your right there. You can do it.” He breathed heavy, dick twitching inside of you but he never slowed down his pace.

Your release was so unexpected, I guess you were so lost in the pleasure that when you coated his dick in your cum you didn’t even realize.

When he saw the white ring begin to form at the base of his cock, he slowed down hitting slow strokes making sure you rode out your high.

“There you go, there it is. Your so pretty.” He cooed. Calloused fingers pushing your hair out of your face.

Shortly after he came inside of you and when he pulled out, his cum rushed out of your gushy cunt. The sight made him hard again. He showered your body in kisses and you giggled and traced your fingertips around his skin.

After a few moments of silence your eyes caught a glimpse of something.

“Oh my god..” You gasped “There’s a camera in here.”

It was facing directly towards you guys the red

light blinked repetitively.

He loudly laughed, dimples showing he didn’t seem to care but you were so embarrassed.

“Relax, coach doesn’t even check the cameras” He reassured you.

“𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.” 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃..

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[lorelune]

o4o: extended author's note

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WOW!! i genuinely... genuinely cannot believe i finished this piece 😭 like truly. around a year ago, i was cooking up the idea for an a/b/o collab and to think... almost a year later i have finished my piece :3c

o4o was originally just supposed to be a one shot featuring beloved omega jing yuan and his heat, but the idea expanded into much more fleshed out world, reader and dynamic. i truly never intended to go explicit with the mommy kink but you Know. sometimes things simply occur and you gotta go with the flow!!

omegaverse is so interesting to me in so many ways... the social workings of secondary gender, biology, and the relationships characters can have based on secondary gender too. i've had this very clear vision of scent gland anatomy in my minds eye for literally two years and it felt sooo nice to get it down in part iii for folks to like see. the vision. in o4o there is also this element of queerness that like... cannot exist in the real world! which is very fun and fascinating to me as an author to explore. both reader and jing yuan are omegas and the dynamic they with one and other is inherently informed by their secondary gender, but they express that secondary gender in very different, complimentary ways.

when i was cooking up o4o, i wanted to try and lean away from the reading of a/b/o which boils down to "alpha = stereotypical man" and "omega = stereotypical woman". femininity and masculinity are socially-informed concepts, and thereby change by concept and time, and i really wanted to (and attempted to) keep some amount of like... liminality to their expression. though jing yuan is perceived an alpha by the xianzhou alliance at large (because he is large, strong, and has a commanding presence), this is like... mostly coincidence and fabrication on his part. he cannot help that he is large (a great deal of which is soft omega pudge anyways!! and a slow metabolism adds to it), he's strong due to his lifetime of hard training, and his 'presence' is something he's like... constructed and honed because it is convenient and serves him well.

reader is more genuinely stereotypically in their world (at least what we see of them!!). they're a bit of a weakling, a lot of a crybaby, and very easy to coddle!! more like an omega kit than a grown one to be so real (see why jing yuan takes a liking to you LOL). but there's like embers of reader that distinctly aren't this stereotypical omega. they traveled to the Luofu alone, and settled without a pack or family unit. in part iii, we get a peak into reader's family, and you get a glimpse of reader's family, which is very non-traditional as well. they want to claim bite jing yuan. there's like!! in general lots of playing with perceptions in this piece. it's been very fun. playing with the expected bounds and outside of as well!!!

i DO have a sequel planned, a fun little spanking fic from reader's pov that truly i have been dying to write hehe. getting to do a deep dive on kink like o4o is very fun and like... rewarding. playing the long game on a kink to set up the Brain reasons why the characters involve enjoy it is like... long and hard. but very!!! gratifying. i'm excited to revisit these two, as both crybaby reader and milfy jy have altered my brain chemistry in unknoweable ways <3

finishing this piece would truly. TRULY. not have been possible without the cheering and support of multiple beta readers over each part. my pal honey helped out on parts i and ii and sadly doesn't have a tumblr anymore, but their jy thirsting and thoughts were VITAL!! @harmonydove was such huge help combing through part iii for clarity and cielo (@aimfor-theheart) did a much-needed final read through despite not going to hsr. and. AND!! truly truly TRULY this fic could not survived, lived and thrived with the continued, in-dms support of beloved mermie (@ofmermaidstories). she read this fic as i wrote and listened to my many questions and anxieties as this piece grew and grew. forever grateful. to all of these lovely folks!!!

thank YOU reader. for immersing yourself in this story and its world, and enjoying. truly there is nothing more that i desire as i writer. enjoy this piece this holiday season and be well 💗 🎀 💦

— lore 🩷