#growing up i had a lot of trouble finding makeup styles that fit my eye shape you know? since asian eyes and yt eyes dont work

[nako-doodles]

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[bloodied-teardrops]

@softyswork This has just been sitting in my notes for a while, so I hope your anons enjoy? It’s not sugar baby MC rejecting the first years tho

Accidental Sugar Daddy Divus and Sugar Baby MC.

Not particularly yandere, but warning for drugging/aphrodisiacs.

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The thing is... Divus didn't approach you with any intention beyond picking up the slack after his employer's less-than-stellar display. You were making due with what little that clown had given you. And he gave you far too little to actually take care of yourself with.

A worn and over-sized school uniform that you tried your best to wear properly, but it lacked the newness of the other students' but the care was there. And you only had a few other uniforms in similar states to wear.

He noticed your hair got oily rather quickly despite your attempts to make it look hair sprayed and being in the Ramshackle Dorm, that building wasn't well maintained. It wouldn't surprise him at all if you tried to avoid showering in cold water. Not to mention, it's not like you needed hair products when you had more urgent needs to address.

And the food... you poor thing. There's not much you could buy with what little you had left from paying your so called friends to catch Grim and paying for Grim's demands. But even then, you tried to go for healthy choices.

It’s one part pity and several parts outrage that made the alchemy teacher pull you into Sam's shop to buy you everything you might possibly need for a few weeks as well as thoroughly threatening that the mangy cat about causing you more trouble.

New sets of clothes, plenty of self care goods, and a lot of fresh, healthy foods for you. Not to mention a little space heater in case you got cold at night.

He hasn't seen your dorm, but he already has a sinking feeling in his stomach about it. With no magic or money to spare on supplies... he spends a good portion of the evening throwing magic at everything to make the place livable. And Crowley just left you here?

Well, it's not like he was using the money for anything in particular. There's more than enough for him to provide for you. Just help him out with preparing potions ingredients and running errands around the school.

It should have stopped there. That's exactly where he intended to have things stop.

Except... Headmaster Crowley keeps failing you. He's heard nothing about the search to send you home nor about what will happen if he can't find a way.

You're so vulnerable without magic or papers.

So incredibly easy to... disappear.

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Divus takes you home with him for winter break. The cat staying on campus with the task entrusted to him, leaving the two of you alone. He had framed it as letting you see the outside world. You've only been to the Coral Sea from what he's heard. Crowley hasn't shown you any progress and you both know that he's not researching a lead in the south.

I see him living in a more rural area. Plenty for room for greenhouses growing his ingredients as well as giving any dogs he's taken in plenty of open space to run in. Granted, he hasn't since being a professor is a rather taxing job, but he does eventually plan to take in more dogs for the future.

For now, he wants to show you Twisted Wonderland's plants. And from there, he'll tell you about the area the plant is native to. Even introducing you to some of the more dangerous species he mentioned in class, but isn't allowed to use at Night Raven College for safety reasons.

That's how the first week goes, but eventually, Divus runs out of plants to talk to you about and finds himself at a loss. Typically, he spent his breaks preparing for future assignments, but seeing as he has a few years of material to reference, there isn't a need for that right now.

It's you who manages to fill up the rest of his break time when he jokingly responded that you could give him a kiss in exchange for everything he's done for you when asked. Well, judging by the look on your face, you're completely willing to do more which changes things.

There's so much to do with another person.

He does rather miss being in charge and you're such a cute puppy. Eager to please him and in need of some training to learn the best ways to.

It doesn't start out sexual.

Putting together your outfit, then doing your makeup in the mornings. If you manage to make it through the day with minimal smudging, he'll tell you what a good puppy you are and ask if you'd like to pick out a cute little trinket for your room (when did it become yours?). If you failed, get ready for a few spanks. No where near enough to make it hard to sit, but enough to sting and remind you of the consequences.

But every few days, he expects you to do it on your own. Do well and he'll praise you. Do poorly and it looks like it's time to spend most of the day teaching you.

He's terribly into teaching you. Or maybe training is the more appropriate term? Regardless, he probably shouldn't be enjoying this little routine the way he is.

There are so many useful potions to make you dependent on him. Love potions are fairly easy to find if one knew how to look. But he finds them rather distasteful. Why force you to love him when he can cultivate your love for him?

First, by showing just how reliable he is. Divus slips increasingly larger doses of aphrodisiacs into your food, slowly driving you up the wall with your need with no way of relieving yourself without alerting him. The heat just keeps building until you finally break. Pressing close to him in a definitely not appropriate manner as you confess and plea for some help addressing the ache between your legs. Completely unaware of the grin on his face as you avoid looking him in the eye.

Of course he'll help you, just tell him what he needs to do.

As much as he would like to show you his collection, it's best to start small for you and your body to adjust to his demanding desires. Just his cock for now.

He'll continue to give you aphrodisiacs for a few days before stopping. You're relieved that your strange neediness has stopped, but you feel empty after so many days of being fucked. Not to mention, the way Divus would take care of you afterwards... That's exactly what he's betting on to make you come to him after showing you what you could have with him. No need to hold back since the two of you aren't teacher and student right now.

Are you lonely in bed? Come curl up with him then. Do you still want more? He's happy to grant more if you're a good girl for him.

He could continue to give you potions to make reliant on him for help, but he prefers to take a more natural route. Slow and steady can be just as enjoyable. Divus can't give you potions for the rest of your life without you potentially growing a tolerance to them or him missing a dose and he’d hate to lose your trust in him.

It’s much more rewarding to have you slowly give in over time.

---

You return from the break with a bright red collar around your neck and a fur coat matching his own. Though not nearly as big as his. The only more obvious way to show his ownership of you is to scream it on a broom. Another change is that you've moved into his personal quarters on campus instead of back to Ramshackle. That is solely Grim's haunt now, serving occasionally as a study space. Why would you go back to it when his quarters are much better?

Not only is it in wonderful condition, you get to wake up with his kisses, in his warm bed without having to worry about irrelevant things like how you'll get breakfast or how you're going to get ready and look well, he'll take care of all of that for you.

Hair styled, clothes fitted and ironed, and makeup done to match his. It's so obvious that you're his now.

If Crowley tries to kick up a fuss, well, Divus has cleaned up plenty of incidents for him in the past. Surely, the oh so kind headmaster can reward him with you, right?

[comradefleur]

appearance headcanons for my fav vld characters !!

lance mcclain

he has deep brown skin, exactly like he appears in S1E1 and around that time. he progressively got lighter as did all the characters of colour but i envision him as melanated as he first appeared to us. it's only right especially since i hc that he's afro latino.

he has wild, brown curls that he has an extensive care routine for, just like his skin care routine. he just makes sure they're kept moisturized and healthy and just let's them blow gently in the wind like the looker he is.

he has a smattering of freckles over his nose and cheeks, which he covered because he was initially insecure about them. he still covers them occasionally just because he likes wearing makeup.

i imagine he has at least one tattoo, one of significant meaning, somewhere like on one of his biceps, that he got without permission from his mother, which led to him getting into trouble until he told her it signified his late grandmother.

i feel like he likes minimal jewellery, always being seen with a sapphire ring and a long silver necklace he typically hides in his layered sweaters and t shirts. his ears are pierced and he likes small silver or sometimes blue studs.

his style is simple, but flattering, accentuating his long legs and lean torso. he likes turtlenecks and staple/statement pieces like good quality and durable jackets that he can build outfits around. his jeans always fit him perfectly.

princess allura

she has thick, super long 4b/4c curls that she dyes silver/white and takes extensively good care of to avoid damage. she always has a different hairstyle, twists, puffs, cornrows, buns and all the in between. on occasion she flat irons it to show her true length.

she's pink goth, dyeing her hair to her natural black on occasion which especially accents the pink and purple elements of her various looks. she likes layering clothing alot, and wearing platform shoes. she loves sparkles, and her eye makeup typically includes them.

she likes eye catching pieces, mini skirts with metallic embellishments, fishnet stockings, and crop tops to show off the pink tattoos on her torso that match the tiny ones on her face, which she never covers. she has multiple little black dresses and lots of thigh high boots.

i imagine her having a vertical industrial in one ear, the other lined with small silver studs that resemble a constellation. she wears multiple bracelets and at least 2-3 rings. she loves silver, but will sometimes swap it for gold. her nose, lips and bellybutton are pierced.

i can see her having a few small tattoos in discreet places, like over her knuckles, on her index finger, behind her neck at her nape and on her thigh. they would be cute little things like the moon and stars, an infinity sign or a heart.

keith kogane

keith's hair is naturally jet black, which he enjoys with purple, red or blue streaks. but he has had a silver/white phase to play into it. his main style is a mullet but he eventually grows it out to mid back and wears low to high ponytails.

he will never be caught dead without his winged eyeliner, which is the only makeup he knows how to do on himself. he doesn't cover the scar he got in a motorcycle accident. his nails are always black. always. he has a lip ring, and like allura one ear is completely studded out.

he only wears black or silver jewellery, except his chokers which he allows to have more variation if he's feeling up to it. he loves platform shoes, tight dark jeans, combat boots, and leather pieces. he likes dark colours and favours deep red.

i could see him having one or two tattoos, in fairly noticeable places, that could still be covered, however. like maybe one of his favourite constellations or a celestial wolf (cause duh) on his arm or chest.

prince lotor

he's dark skinned with mid back length silver/white locs. he does little with it except put it in ponytails. he likes jewellery and piercings, so his tongue as well as lips, and ears are pierced. he wears anklets often, and a few necklaces at once.

he's always in the darkest outfits you can find, head to toe in black and grey tones. however he takes a special liking to dark purple and he enjoys silver embellishments. he likes graphic eyeliner which is typically black or purple.

his wardrobe fits him well. he enjoys turtlenecks, skinny jeans and combat boots. i don't imagine him enjoying any form of shorts very much, but i can see him wearing the occasional crop top to show off his toned torso. i feel like he'd enjoy at least one tattooed sleeve.

romelle

she has long blonde hair with bright blue streaks. this is how she typically keeps it, but one time she went crazy and kept up with rainbow streaks for a while. she doesn't know if she'll do it again or not, but it was a look.

her ears are pierced and that's about it! her look is very natural and bright, so she gravitates towards fresh dewy and light makeup, with particularly rosy blush. that's her favourite part of doing her makeup. she loves a good blue eyeshadow or blue eyeliner and sparkles.

she's always in bright and pastel colours, and her favourites are pink and blue. she loves mom jeans and y2k fashion is basically all she will ever wear, in various colours. she takes special care to make sure she's embodying the style of girls from 2000s chickflicks.

[gothhisoka]

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬 𝔵 𝔒ℭ 𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱

Warnings: minors DNI, 18+, nsfw, smut, too seggcy for tumblr?

Word count: 3.9k

Background: This is chapter 19 of my fanfic called Hunter University! You can read it on either Wattpad or AO3 by clicking here. Right now, both my OC and Chrollo are drunk after a night out at a ball. They had their first kiss there, and now Chrollo showed up for more(?). He got in trouble at the ball and said he would meet Reiko later. And here he is now.

Chrollo was surprised Reiko looked so intact. He was sure she would come waddling to the door in pajamas as she did the last time he visited her room. Although it had been an hour since the ball ended, her makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Sure, it was faded, and her hair was significantly messier, but overall she looked as remarkable as she did at the start of the ball.

Her tired eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him. He was just as unimpaired as she was. Though now he was missing his suit jacket. His hair had become slightly disheveled, losing its styled waves. He still had on those signature silver rings and little cross earrings.

Reiko attempted to soak in his sight with her intoxicated brain. He looked even more captivating in this particular state.

Her drunkenness had faded a bit but it was surely still there. With a quick rest, she had come to comprehend all that had transpired in the courtyard. Although she had a couple of first kisses to go off of, none were quite like this. Not one made her as flustered as this. Perhaps it was due to Chrollo's quiet yet domineering personality that she didn't know what to make of it.

But after all, he was true to his word. That meant more to her than he could ever imagine. However, it was unclear why he had come back. Maybe for a second round? Reiko could only hope.

"What happened?" Reiko asked. She had the right to know after he left her on the dance floor alone.

She couldn't even bother to be mad. Her intellect said to be angry but her heart failed her. It fluttered at the sight of him. He hadn't even stepped into her room yet.

"Nothing you should worry about," he replied.

Ok, maybe she could bother to be a little mad. How much more would she have to not worry? She ached to know his business. That's what comes after a first kiss, right? They owed it to each other to be truthful. At least as truthful as they could be without getting into the matter of secret missions and such.

Reiko stepped aside to let him in and shut the door. Her room was the same as the last time he saw it, with her drawings hung on the walls and lights strung above the desk. Their small bulbs reflected against the night-stained window.

Upon shutting the door, the tension noticeably rose. It was dark in the small space and they were alone. Again. The last time they were alone like this was only hours earlier in the courtyard. Reiko hoped that this encounter was heading in the same direction.

"No, really what happened?" Reiko looked at him with worry, despite his comment.

Chrollo decided to give a partial truth. Better than no truth at all. He shrugged, "I got off with a week-long addition to my suspension. It's really nothing to worry about. I could have got off with a lot worse but..."

Chrollo took his black dress shoes off near the door, placing them neatly side by side.

So he plans on staying. Reiko tried to hide a smile. The hour of his visit was surely suspicious. There could be only one thing on his mind.

He paused, noticing a drawing on the wall behind the place where the door would otherwise be covering.

He had begun to walk around the room, absentmindedly stopping at a piece of art from time to time. Reiko was too tired to care. The collection included nature scenes, portraits of people he didn't recognize, anatomy studies, and...

A full-body anatomy study of Reiko herself. To be specific, it would fit further in the category of a glorified nude. It was on a miniature piece of parchment sketched in charcoal. It was obviously her: the woman had her long wavy hair and distinct mouth and nose. The paper was hardly noticeable amongst the scatter of papers. You wouldn't see it unless you had a careful eye such as that of Chrollo.

He continued his sentence, now making a terrible attempt to hide a smile, "...But I'm in good standing with the school."

Reiko hardly noticed when he reached the particular spot on her wall. Her tiredness had waned significantly with Chrollo's entrance, but it still fogged her mind.

Additionally, she had long forgotten about her secret behind-the-door location for her drawings that were not meant to be seen by a single soul, including herself.

At the time, she had thought the self-nude might bring her some confidence. It had not. This explains the placement of it in her room.

She didn't lack confidence with her physical form, necessarily. If anything, she felt lewd and embarrassed by any sexual expression. She was not used to being open about it. Being brought up in a small town with a watchful mother had resulted in years of repression and secret partners. This restraint had begun to wane in college, to now, where she was finally becoming comfortable with herself.

She wanted nothing more than to experiment with the boy in front of her. He wouldn't be her first, but certainly, he would be her best.

The sheer amount of tension in the room proved this fact. Reiko was sure they both felt it. She wasn't about to suggest anything outright though. She wasn't that forward.

I probably shouldn't be looking at him like that. This man reads minds, remember?

"Well, that's good. So what're you doing here?" Reiko spoke nonchalantly, acting like she didn't just fantasize about putting the sheer amount of tension between them to use.

Chrollo opened and shut his mouth, his response escaping him. He turned back to her and used his eyes to convey a craving far deeper than any words could admit.

"I said I would come to find you, didn't I?" He said lowly.

When will we stop beating around the bush? Reiko smiled darkly. That was the answer, or lack thereof, that she had anticipated. The heat in the room shot through the roof. She was sure if she checked the temperature it would be well above its normal chilly state. Perhaps it was the heat in her cheeks that was causing such a change.

Reiko thought she had a good idea of why he had come to her room at one o'clock in the morning after a night of drinking and questionably close dancing. She couldn't be certain, though, because that was just how he was: unpredictable and exceedingly complicated.

Luckily, Reiko was prepared with a response. She never failed to come ready for something she could expect. And this, the direction in which their encounter is headed, is inevitable. She had been rehearsing the line in her head for the duration of their conversation like reviewing terms for a test.

This was the only way to test if her assumptions were correct.

Blame it on the champagne if I am wrong. But I really hope I'm right.

Reiko looked directly at him. Time to be daring.

She took a breath and did her best to maintain eye contact, "Oh, did you?"

Walking towards him, she placed a hand at the hem of her dress. Her delicate fingers wrapped around its lacy fabric.

"Well, I actually do need some help. You see, this dress is quite difficult to take off by myself..."

Chrollo looked amused. He sized Reiko up, looking from her hand holding the hem of her dress to her unfazed expression. Unfazed, yet her cheeks were slowly turning a shade of scarlet. Nice try, Chrollo thought.

He gestured, "Turn around."

Reiko obeyed. She desired something far more than the unzipping of her dress, but she was not presumptuous enough to say it. The expression on Chrollo's face told her that he was hoping for the same thing. He hid many emotions well, but being turned-on wasn't one of them.

Chrollo brushed Reiko's hair away from the zipper, delicately placing it over her shoulder. His fingers purposefully grazed her back as he did this, causing Reiko's breath to hitch slightly.

His hands moved to the zipper, carefully pulling it down. It went past the clasp of her bra to her lower back. There was complete silence. Both were still.

Chrollo was the first to move. He pulled Reiko close to him so that her back was touching him. His left arm wrapped across her chest possessively, holding her in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he brushed her hair back from her ear. He still smelt of sweet alcohol. Clearly, he was slightly drunk as well, for the next words he said couldn't be uttered by a sober man.

His whispered breath tickled her neck, husky with the threat of sleep, "I want you so bad right now."

Reiko tensed with a surge of want. Her impression had been right. He let his strong arm remain around her, patiently waiting for a response.

She choked out her reply, "The feelings' mutual."

Under his touch, her streak of audacity from earlier dissolved into compliancy. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to submit to his words.

With complete control, Chrollo took her shoulder and turned her around. Her dress was now loose on her shoulders. He placed his hands around her hips firmly. He looked at her under his thick eyelashes and slowly leaned in. The pressure was growing to an unbearable level, but he still wouldn't go all the way.

Then his lips crashed against hers with the force of weeks of pent-up desire. It was unbelievable how different this kiss was from the one they shared only hours ago. This one didn't speak of courtesy, of patience. This was raw passion. It was furious and messy. Reiko preferred this to sensitive steps around the intensity they both craved.

"You must still be drunk," Reiko said playfully as they both pulled away to catch their breath. She held her hand to Chrollo's chest. His heart was beating surprisingly fast.

Whats happening isn't connected to any feelings. He's drunk, that's all. As Reiko thought this, she still couldn't help but beam up at him.

"If I'm drunk, then what are you?" Chrollo said with a lazy smirk.

"I'm drunk as well."

Chrollo threaded his hands through her hair, pulling the long strands through his fingers. He pulled her in close again with his hand at the back of her head.

Reiko opened her mouth to allow for Chrollo's tongue to slip in. He lessened the intensity and slowly moved his tongue against her own tongue and lips. She couldn't help but let out soft moans that made Chrollo weak at the knees.

He pushed her against the wall to deepen their kiss. Drawings fluttered down, becoming detached with the sudden movement. Including that drawing.

Chrollo pulled away, much to Reiko's shock. She was left panting with reddened cheeks. Please don't let this end now.

He displayed a shit-eating grin. Even with his ego, in the current moment, his expression made Reiko melt. His face was inches from hers, looking down into her blue eyes.

He shifted his gaze down to the floor and said, "Nice drawing you have there."

Reiko finally noticed what he had been so smug about. Shit. Her face flushed ten different shades of scarlet.

Chrollo leaned in as he did before and murmured in her ear, "I wish I could see the real thing."

Reiko failed to not show her excitement. The way her eyes lit up exposed her. "I can arrange that."

At that, Chrollo leaned in again, this time moving to Reiko's neck. His lips fluttered down her throat to her collarbone. Reiko leaned her head back and tried to control her uneven breath.

His lips reached the edge of the neckline on her dress. He raised his eyes to meet Reiko's, asking for permission to go further.

She let out a breathy, "Yes. Please."

What she wanted to say was, Please, take me now.

It could be too soon for him, they had their first kiss that very night. But based on how this was going, Reiko expected it was leading to something more. Whatever that was, she wished she could know right now. The growing tension between her thighs began to ache.

Chrollo slipped his hand across Reiko's pale skin to the hemline of her dress, moving it completely off of her shoulder and down her arms. Her black see-through bra was now in full-view. Her nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure.

At least I went with my fancy bra. She suddenly grew very shy. The last time she went even this far was years ago. Her slim body resulted in average-sized breasts, but Chrollo didn't seem to care.

He evidently liked the lingerie as well for his hands immediately traveled to her breast to caress it as he continued to kiss her.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against her neck. Reiko's heart fluttered at his words.

Chrollo then moved his lips progressively further down as he slipped her dress off of her body. Soon her underwear came into view, then her feet. He helped her step out of the dress.

"Your turn," Reiko said, unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he continued to distractingly leave lazy kisses upon her face, one on her forehead, her cheek, her lips.

After an agonizingly long time, Reiko pulled off his shirt. Fuck.

She knew he would be defined. But him, this boy standing in front of her, resembled more of a greek statue than an actual human. It looked like his body had been sculpted by the finest stone on earth. He had a six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and prominent collarbones. His biceps flexed as he leaned his hand against the wall, bracing himself. It was Reiko who needed to brace herself. Her breath hitched again at the sight of him.

She ran a hand up his firm body as she planted her lips upon his once again. This time Chrollo put his hands beneath her thighs, his fingers pressing into her soft skin. He picked her up easily. She wrapped her legs around him as he brought her to the bed, kissing him all the while.

He dropped her down gently, releasing his grip off of her thighs. Reiko took this time to look up at him and admire the beauty of his aroused state. He had a dangerous and wild look, with touseled hair and a constant smile playing at his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were lazily focused upon her.

They continued to make out on the bed, its white silk sheets creating an angelic halo around Reiko. Chrollo couldn't stand looking at her like this, underneath him. It was far too much power for one man to hold.

Reiko reached to her back to undo the clasp of her bra. She threw it to the ground. Chrollo immediately began to touch her naked tits in a way that made her want to dissolve. He moved in circles around her nipples first, watching as they grew harder under his expert touch. Then he moved his mouth to the sensitive area, playing with her and biting slightly. Reiko audibly moaned at the gesture. Damn the neighbors.

Chrollo sensed her desire to take it further. He looked up, grey eyes filled with lust, "Reiko...let me pleasure you."

It wasn't the suggestion Reiko was expecting, but she was satisfied nonetheless. She didn't care about anything in the world besides what he could do to her at this moment, whatever it may be.

"If you say my name like that you can do anything you want to me," Reiko said breathily. It was exactly what he needed to hear.

Chrollo smirked and moved to take off her soaking underwear. Under his pants, his dick grew visibly harder. He threw the underwear onto the floor.

Gently placing his finger at her throbbing core, he began to stroke. Upon receiving his touch Reiko's back arched involuntarily. She was beyond eager.

"Fuck... Chrollo..."

This served as encouragement for him to insert his finger deeper into her, curling it slightly. It hit Reiko's g-spot repeatedly, illiciting ungodly sounds from her.

As he was doing this, he slowly positioned himself on top of Reiko, grabbing onto the bed frame with his spare hand. He just wanted to look at her face as she opened her mouth in delight.

He inserted one more finger which caused Reiko's arousal to heighten. God, he really knows how to do this.

Just as Reiko felt the heat in her core escalating, he slid his finger out. She whimpered in protest.

Chrollo looked down at her with a wicked smile. "Beg for it."

Oh fuck.

She gladly would. It was more her instincts speaking than any coherent thought.

"Please... Chrollo..." she said between breaths.

She wanted to not only plead for him, she wanted to worship him.

"More."

He belonged in line next to holiness. His fingers and mouth were sacred. He had made her feel like a divine being with his gentle to intense strokes. And oh god, did she eat it up.

"FUCK please do that again," Reiko exclaimed.

It was enough to convince him. Chrollo moved his face towards her slickened pussy.

Is he about to...

He pushed his hair back out of his face with his clean hand, his forehead tattoo revealed. For only a second, he raised his eyes to gaze into Reiko's. She fell for him all over again at that simple glance.

Then he entered her. His tongue made her want to weep. He devoured her insides, soaking up the salty juices. She couldn't help but hold his head, pulling it closer to her body. She ran her hand through his soft black hair. There was so much heat between them that they were both perspiring.

Reiko began to shudder." I'm going to... oh... fuck," she gasped.

She felt the sweet release of cum spread below her onto the sheets and Chrollo himself. She felt self-conscious for a moment. That is until Chrollo began to lick up her juices. He ran his tongue up her soft thighs.

"You taste so fucking good, darling."

Chrollo looked at her like he had fallen all over again as well. Reiko grinned back at him. Her cheeks grew even redder, if possible. Her heart screamed at her to continue but she was too physically exhausted to move. Still, wouldn't Chrollo want his turn?

She laid there, naked and panting on the silk sheets. Chrollo flopped next to her, unaffected beside his flushed cheeks and a wide grin.

The lights were still low in the little room. Looking out the window, Reiko saw that the sun had yet to rise. This was a positive fact because the only thing Reiko needed to do now was to sleep. And preferably, cuddling with the boy next to her. She hoped he would stay. It was more than hope, really. Her body couldn't spend any more time away from him after that.

Damn. He was good. He was really, really fucking good.

He knew his way with words, to begin with. He said exactly what needed to be said to escalate her arousal. She wanted to worship those fingers, the way he so expertly felt around her like he had memorized a map. And his tongue was even more worthy of revere.

Reiko flipped over to her elbows. Her breasts brushed against the bedding, noticeably making Chrollo gulp. Reiko boldly reached to touch the front of his pants.

"You don't want a turn?" she smirked.

"This was more than enough for me."

He stared into her eyes as if he was calculating a complex math problem rather than looking at the girl who just received the best head of her life.

Reiko yawned, despite herself. Her body ached with all the action of the night.

"Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be here."

Those were the last words she heard before her eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion stilled her naked body. Chrollo reached to turn off the bedside lamp.

He wasn't nearly as tired. He could've gone for a couple more rounds, perhaps take it a step further if Reiko so desired. But he knew she needed the sleep. Most of her makeup had rubbed off, displaying the dark circles under her eyes.

She must have not slept for a while. He wondered if it was his doing.

He hadn't been sleeping lately either. Ever since the painting theft, to be exact. The guilt ate at him in the late hours of the night. I shouldn't have used her like that. But why? What do I feel for her? Why do I feel for her, in particular?

He had a feeling this would be his first sound sleep for a long while.

He slipped off his pants and threw them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He found the soft sheets and pulled them across Reiko and himself. The bed was small but cozy. His strong chest was flush against her back.

Her soft brown hair smelt of a summer day, like sunlight and wildflowers. He took this opportunity to feel up the rest of her glorious body. He ran his hand lightly from her shoulder to her hip-dips, to her thighs. All of it was holy to him.

He moved her closer with his arm, protectively wrapping it across her front. Somehow holding her like this felt far more intimate than any sexual activity. The way the moonlight graced her skin was majestic.

How had he fallen so hard, so fast? It was unlike him to act with such recklessness.

Through it all, he still had his mind. Reiko had no way to tell the extent of his feelings. He made sure of this. His libido could act one way, that was clear from tonight. But he was an expert at controlling his outward emotions. She would never know. If she did, it would be over for him. All the planning will be for naught.

He closed his eyes before he could fall upon any more worries. He had already pondered the issue for many sleepless nights.

He fell into a dreamless slumber, Reiko safe in his arms. They both slept soundly until the sun peaked through the window, signaling the first day of the rest of their lives.

[detroitbydark]

Moonbeams and Ridinghoods Chp 6

Pairing: Werewolf!Haz/Reader, Tom Holland/OC

Word Count: 2700+ 

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N enjoys a girls day and makes a new friend.

A/N: Guess who's back? Back again? Me bitches! I really had fun with this chapter. There's not much of our boy but I wanted to world build just a bit if I could. I hope ya'll enjoy it.  

You'd taken the contract in London without so much as batting an eye at the description. London was selling point enough and you wanted out of your small town fast. It had seemed like a no brainer. You did that a lot, jumping into things without much thought for what would happen next. As you scan through your meager wardrobe your reminded that in the future it wouldn’t hurt you to make a plan. There’s scrubs for everyday of the week. There’s yoga pants, t-shirts and sports bras galore. You’ve got a handful of your favorite denim jeans, boots, tennis shoes, your lucky red hoodie and a few passable sweaters. What you don’t have is anything to go out on a fancy date in. Nothing. 

You’d verified the fancy too. When you’d messaged Harrison earlier you’d asked what you should wear. After you’d nixed the idea of your ‘birthday suit” he’d said a dress would be fine or “whatever made you feel comfortable”. Somehow, you didn’t think holey sweats and a tank top were going to cut it. 

After staring at your meager pickings for longer than necessary you grab your phone and ring Emily. 

“Hey girl! We doing dinner tonight?” she asks right off the bat.

“If we can shop first. Harrision’s taking me out on Saturday and I’ve got, literally, nothing to wear.” You explain pulling on jeans.

“Now, you're speaking my language. I’m going to dip out of here in fifteen. Can you be ready by four?” 

You look at the clock. It was half past three and all you had left was to run a brush through your hair and throw on some basic, everyday make-up. 

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

Emily had been even more underwhelmed by your closet than you had. 

“You do own a dress, right?” She asks giving you the side eye from the driver’s seat of the BMW she’d picked you up in. You snort lightly.

“Yes, I do in fact have a closet full of pretty dresses. They’re just not on this continent.” Emily chuckles.

“Just checking” she says turning off the main street onto a side road. “Well, I’m sure Caitlin will have something for you. She’s my go to. Honestly, she’s the best. Great selection and even some of her own designs” she explains as she parallel parks in front of a small storefront. Diamonds and Pearls is scrawled out in an elegant cursive script above the shop door. It’s cute. You can see racks set up throughout the small shop through the window and comfy chairs littered here and there. Emily hops out and waits for your by the door. You’d been hoarding your pay and while it didn’t look like somewhere you’d usually allow yourself to go you were excited to see what you could find. 

A petite redhead greets you as you enter and Emily scurries to wrap her in a hug. The women embrace for a moment, pressing their foreheads together gently before offering a pair of air kisses to one another's cheeks. They turn back to you.

“Y/N, this is Caitlin.”  You offer your hand for a shake and the woman gives you a funny smile before pulling you in for a hug.

“And to think, Americans call us uptight?” she jokes. You can’t help but laugh along with her. “Call me Cat.” She instructs. She’s petite with wild mane of auburn hair and green eyes that sparkle as she looks you over.

“Y/N is supposed to be going on a date and she is woefully under prepared” 

You roll your eyes as Emily explains but you don’t argue. She’s right.

Cat gets a bright look, “Ohhh my favorite kind of client. What kind of date are we talking? Are we hoping for some dessert after?” She asks wagging her eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help but laugh, finding yourself liking the woman already. 

“Harrison’s taking her out” Em interjects before you have a chance to say anything. Cats  eyes grow wide and she stares at you with an entirely different look, more assessing, as if sizing you up. You must pass whatever litmus test she’s run you through because her easy grin returns quickly as she takes your hand and leads you over to some racks. Emily proceeds to take a seat and watch the show, obviously having been through it a time or two before.

“Haz, eh?” She asks you as she begins pulling dresses from the rack. She looks from you to the garments before placing some back and draping others over her arm. “It’s about time the old boy had someone on his arm.”

“It’s nothing serious.” You defend and she laughs. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you peak at the message.

Haz: Don’t let Em get you in any trouble ;)

Haz: call me later 

You stifle a smile as Cat gives you a knowing look. You quickly shove your phone back into your pocket.

“Harrison hasn’t taken a girl out in ages. With everything he’s got on his plate right now, if he’s pursuing you than it is definitely something.” 

“Everything on his plate?”

Cat and Emily share a quick look and Cat shrugs.

“Haz keeps busy is all. Family business doesn’t run itself now does it?”

You watch Cat curiously as she moves about her shop. Occasionally you point to a piece and she dutifully picks each up and adds it to the pile. Once you’ve looped around the racks once she seems to be happy with her haul and she motions for you to go to the pair of small fitting rooms in the back. Emily follows the two of you back and the they take up spots on the opposite ends of a loveseat as you begin trying on different outfits. Em looks regal with her legs primly crossed at the knee while Cat sits with her knees pulled close and her arms looping around them.

It’s been so long since you’ve been with “the girls” and even longer since you played the grown up version of dress up. Each outfit earns a thumbs up or thumbs down from the pair.

After showing off a red satin shift dress that received mixed reviews you step back into the changing room. 

“So Y/N,” Emily begins, “how long were planning on staying over here?”

You slip out of the red dress and wiggle into a black halter dress that clings to your curves with a hemline that falls mid thigh. Taking a step out of the dressing room you do a little turn in the mirror to catch all the different angles you can see. 

“I’m not sure yet. I mean, my contract has another few months on it but i’m not opposed to staying on longer.”

Cat rises to her feet makes a motion to the dress. “May I?” she asks and you pick your arms up.

“Please do” you encourage as she folds the hem and adjusts the loop around your neck.

Cat speaks casually as she works, “So nothing you’re wanting to rush back stateside for?”

You laugh as they attempt to dig information from you. 

“Nope” you offer, “my stuff is in storage and, honestly, I don’t think I'm particularly missed.”

“Ouch girl…” Em mutters, “be gentle with yourself.” 

You shrug helplessly. You hadn’t spoken with your mother much since you’d arrived and your best friend was certainly preoccupied. Cat takes a step back motioning for you to take another look. You're careful to move, afraid to be poked by the pins she’s placed but you can’t help but absolutely blown away. The dress had looked pretty good before but with a few alterations it looked like it had been made for you. You can’t take your eyes off yourself. While you’d known in the right light and with the right makeup you could be considered attractive this made you feel like something else entirely. It made you feel elegant. It made you feel sexy.

“Oh my God…” you murmur, “This one. It’s got to be this one.” 

Emily and Cat nod in agreement.  “So when Haz falls desperately in love with you do you think you’ll hang about?” Emily asks. You turn and give her an odd look. 

“Is there something your trying to get at?” You ask, not answering her question. Emily shrugs as Cat excuses herself to look for a pair of shoes. 

“I watch out for my boys and Harrison…” Her eyes steady in on you. “Harrison is like a brother to me and I’d love to see him with someone that can accept him for everything he is.”

“Ive liked what I've seen so far. I get he’s probably complicated. The good ones are, right? But he makes me feel…” you shrug as Cat returns and your thankful for the distraction she provides as talk turns back to fashion and shoe choices. 

After deciding on a dress and shoes the three of you go through a few more outfits. Cat grabs a garment bag off a rack and hands it to Emily. The dark haired woman raises a brow.

“Is this…?” She trails off.

“The one I told you I was going to make you? Absolutely.” 

You duck into a dressing room as Emily moves into the other. You switch into your last outfit, fitted leather pants and a red cropped halter. Cat has an eye for fit and a style that is so much like your own. If you had deeper pockets.

“Is she going to Luna next weekend?” you hear Cat asks Emily quietly.

“I don’t know yet. I think it would be a good idea. Tom’s not keen on outsiders though so who knows at this point.”

“Isn’t Harrision’s big fight-” 

Whatever Cat had been about to ask is cut off as you push past the velvet draping. You watch as she grasps her hands together and smiles widely at you. Her eyes travel over your outfit and she turns to Em as she exits her dressing room.

“You May be ousted for a newer muse, love.”

Em chuckles and your mouth goes dry as she gives the designer a little spin of her own. She’s gorgeous and you feel like you pale in comparison but that isn’t what has you shocked silent. As she flips her dark hair over her shoulder you can't help but see the jagged, pink puckered scars that traverse her right shoulder. The jagged and torn lines dip as far as the eye can see. The cocktail dress doesn’t just show off the brutal marks but seems to accentuate them with its deeply dipping back. Em turns and her smile fades as she catches your expression. You stumble to recover.

“I didn’t mean to stare-“

Waving her hand dismissively, Emily gives you a sad smile. “I started owning these a long time ago. I hardly notice them most days.”

You bite at the inside of your cheeks and Cat finds something in some of her stitching very interesting. 

“Can I ask…?” Your curiosity is too much. Em nods and turns so you can get a better look.

“Feral dog” she says with a dark tone. Cat makes a sound that comes out as a coarse, bitter laugh.

“One way to put it.”

“The only way to put it.” Emily confirms seriously. 

The mood in the room has shifted and your not sure how to get back to where you were. Emily senses it too. She turns her back away from you and looks at you with bright searching eyes. You notice a much smaller scar running along her left collarbone. 

“if the ones on my back are my curse,” she says softly. “Than this one is my blessing.” Her fingers graze the pink crescents lovingly. The are dainty and refined in comparison to the mauled marks you’d just seen. 

Emily has a calmness and control over her. The solemn feeling ebbs as she looks at Cat, changing the course of conversation with such ease you don’t even think about what you’ve seen or more questions you may have.

“Would you like to come out to dinner with Y/N and I?”

It’s late when the town car brings you through the high iron gates of Emily’s home. The three of you are rosy cheeked and laughing as Cat makes a joke about Emily’s boyfriend, Tom.

“So how far up his arse does that stick really go?”

Emily snorts and water from the bottle she’s been drinking comes out her nose.

“He’s not that bad!” She defends but Cat looks across at her with such an incredulous look that Emily can’t help but giggle.

“Maybe he’s just a little serious but that’s his position.”

You’ve been happy to sit fairly quiet for most of the evening as the two women have gone back and forth joking about different people in their social circle. They’d stopped occasionally to explain how this person or that related and you’d nodded dutifully trying to trace all the moving parts and tying them together with the anecdotes you were hearing. As the night progressed and the wine had flowed it had been decided for you that you’d stay with Emily. 

As you take in the large brick home with lights shining brightly in its windows you’re a little awestruck. It’s gorgeous and bigger than any place anyone you’d ever known had lived in.

“Em, are you sure I’m good to stay? I don’t want to impose.”

“Y/N, this place has room for days.” She says. A slight slur is noticeable when she speaks. “Besides I’m not putting your drunk ass into a cab.”

The car parks and you grumble as you open your door. The other two women laugh as you stumble on your first steps toward the door. Maybe you were a little drunk.

“You’re telling me the pair of you aren’t feeling it?” You ask indignantly as Cat presses into your side. You loop an arm over her shoulder and lean into her for support.

“Darling, it's not that we’re not pissed it’s just” she leans into your ear, whispering dramatically, “we’re nowhere near as pissed as you are.”

You can’t help but laugh as Emily appears on your other side, miraculously able to walk in the pair pair of heels she’d been wearing all night.

You enter into a spacious kitchen. A marble island takes up a large footprint and you slip into a bar stool next to Cat. Emily grabs another bottle of wine from an under counter wine fridge and a trio of glasses. You’ve all lost control of your volume and it’s not long before a pair of heads peer around the corner, a head of thick unruly curls and a tall hulking man with close cropped hair.

“Tuwaine! Harry!” Cat crows when she catches the pair. “Have a drink with us!”

The men move in with weary smiles like they’ve been in this situation before and they don’t entirely trust the women you’ve stumbled in with. Tuwaine’s eyes skim over you before he’s giving Emily a look that even your drunk self can read.

“That’s Y/N.” She explains “Harrison’s new friend.” The way she emphasizes friend has him raising a brow.

“Emily…” he says warningly but she’s shoving a tumbler into his hands and smiling that same in control smile she displayed earlier. He grumbles something bringing the amber liquid and ice up to his lips.

You hear, “Tom” and “Not happy”.

Harry appears at your side with a drink of his own and a bottle of water that he forces into your hand.

“Drink up, lovey.” He encourages, “there’s no use trying to keep up with the lushes. You won’t survive.” 

Giggling you take the bottle and begin sipping at it, letting your wine glass go forgotten as he slides it away from your reach.

Emily talks shop with Harry as you work on your water. They talk about advertising and weekly specials at the cafe. Cat flirts wildly with Tuwaine who seems all to happy to have the little designers attention. You feel like part of something and it’s a feeling the grounds you in the moment.

At some point someone mentions turning a movie on and the group of you meander through a long hall and into an entertainment room. You sink onto the couch next to Harry and lean against his shoulder while someone ques up Avengers: End Game. Your eyes are starting to feel heavy when another pair of voices join your group.

[dannyphantomtransfemau]

grave layers of misunderstandings chapter 1

Chapter 1.

They're going through changes.

Danny and Tucker we're leaning against the lockers of Middleton High School, shooting the breeze like they usually did during a Friday afternoon, they didn't actually have a class next period, this was their study hall time, still other students milled about heading to be wherever they needed to be, the boys noticed a pair of girls passing them chatting about something neither Danny or tucker really cared about, "you ever wish to know what goes on inside a woman's mind, Danny?" tucker asked offhandedly.

"Sometimes I wish I could, it would make life so much easier for me, girls are so confusing" Danny replied. Suddenly, Danny gasped as his ghost sense went off, and he heard a feminine voice say "so you have wished it, so it shall be.'' Danny and Tucker felt a jolt of energy hit their body, they felt their chest grow, their skin become softer, their hair grew, everything about them was changed, Danny didn't know where the ghost was when she cast her spell on them, he figured one day like this couldn't hurt, but he needed to find her as soon as school was over, he thought of a quick lie to tell the teachers,

he'd say he was Danny Fentons, cousin, yeah that would work, Danny turned around and saw tucker was in no way dealing with this as well as he was crouched on the floor, shaking and holding himself, " tucker are you alright?' Danny asked his friend and noticed both their voices were more soft and higher-pitched, tucker was saying something but he could barely make out what it was, Danny reached about to shake him, but tucker smacked his hand away "don... Don't touch me"

it sounded like tucker was having trouble getting the words out, Danny thought of a different approach, Danny grabbed his bag and emptied out his paper lunch bag into his backpack so the bag would be usable and handed it to tucker. Danny started talking slowly and calmly "here, take deep breaths into this, in and out, we will figure this out, all we have to do is Survive one day and I'll hunt down the ghost who did this to us and make her change us back, for now, though we need to find Sam, we need to get a change of clothes, so we don't appear suspicious, she's in class right now but i can get her attention pretty easy, for now, go hide in the girls bathroom stall", tucker raised his eyebrows perplexed "won't the girls notice us?" Danny just stared at tucker.

"Right, I'll just head off to ladies room now" and with that tucker wandered off, Danny quietly, whispered to himself "I'm going ghost" turned himself invisible and incorporeal then headed to find Sam, she was pretty easy to find he knew she had English class around this time, he made himself sink into the floor until just his head was showing and floated over to the classroom, he was right Sam was currently listening to Lancer read about hamlet to the class, he got next to Sam "Sam, its Danny, me and tucker need your help".

Sam looked up from her textbook," Danny? What's wrong with your voice? it sounds weird.,'' Sam asked. " no time to explain just head to the girl's bathroom and we will explain from there". Sam put down her book and raised her hand, "Mr.Lancer can i go to the lady's restroom?", lancer glanced up from his book and said in an annoyed tone "can't you hold it? we are about to get to the best part". Sam shook her head, "I actually need to take care of some lady things if you get my drift".

Lancers faced turn bright red, "oh.. Uh go ahead then, just be quick about it." Sam grabbed her backpack and walked out to the girls restroom, when she got there she saw Danny and tucker, covering their chest, and with a lot of hair they didn't have when she saw them that morning. "ok, explain, why do you have long hair? and why are you covering your chest? And why are you both in the girl's room?." Sam asked.

Danny slowly uncovered his chest. "Oh, ok that explains the past few minutes, I've got some measuring tools here, your lucky my mom makes me do seamstress Lessons when at my home, anyway I'm not about to allow my friends to go around the school without a bra and a proper outfit, ok Danny first, I can tell by looking he's probably bigger than me, so I'll need to have his size for later in case we can't fix this in a day".

Sam grabbed Danny's arm and yanked him into the stall. "Thanks for doing this Sam," Danny said in a grateful tone "you're a lifesaver i don't think we'd survive without you". Sam then smiled " you totally wouldn't, now lift your arms for me" Sam then began her measurements and before no time she was finished "ok Danny you are now a 36 C, I don't carry anything that big with me, but I can probably make a makeshift cupless bra really quick but I will have to go shopping for you, to get you something properly fitting, also not gonna lie it's probably not gonna be very comfortable, anyway, luckily, she left the other part of your figure alone, you can borrow a skirt and a tank from me, also I'm guessing you can't go home in this state so feel crash with me as well".

Sam began to ramble on a bit, but Danny appreciated the gesture, he stepped out of the stall, wearing one of Sam's mini skirt and tank tops. " ok tucker, it's your turn". It took less time for the measurements to be done, and they were out of the stall, tucker was also in the same styling as Sam, but it looked better on tucker then Danny, at least Danny thought so, "he's the same size as me, so shopping for him won't be necessary, so I just gave him a few of my extra pairs" Sam explained, tucker stepped out the stall looking miserable, as if someone had just kicked his puppy.

"uh Sam, why do you have extra pairs of bras?" Danny asked. "you're not always around Danny, other teenage girls can be really mean sometimes, one gets stolen every other week, and no one speaks up about it either." Sam said a bit timidly. "Why don't you tell someone, about it?" Danny asked. "And then what i get labeled as a snitch, and even if I did it wouldn't help, it would just make it worse, anyways sit down the both of you and let me do your makeup, I don't want you getting teased like me".

Tucker glared at Sam " no way, I'm not wearing makeup that's where I draw the line, the clothes are necessary but makeup is an aesthetic choice". Tucker protested angrily. "It's ok tucker, you don't have to wear any" Sam said calmly. Danny opened the stall he was previously in closed the lid and sat down "well, I don't actually mind wearing it, Sam you can do mine, can I ask you something Sam?"

"Sure". Danny rubbed the back of his neck nervously " you've never given a crap whatever's thought of you, never backed down from a fight, it's like you have this impenetrable shell about you, so why are you being so open now? is it because we're both girls now?".

"Im being open because we are both in very vulnerable circumstances right now, and just because you have breast now doesn't automatically make you a girl, there are people out there who have them that are still guys, you know what you are, not me, not society and not some ghost" Danny then breathed a sigh of relief hearing Sam say that.

Sam then grabbed her makeup tools out of her bag, she first grabbed a tube of mascara, “ok, this going to feel weird for someone who hasn't had their makeup done before, ok look directly at me and look down for me” she gently placed her thumb on the center of Danny's eyelid. She then lifted the eyelid to expose his eyelashes, she then started applied the mascara. “Ok, that does feel weird, but in a good way” Danny commented about halfway through, “shush, this takes some concentration and i don't want to mess up”.

Sam finished, the mascara and then took out a color pallet of eye shadow, “normally id just give you purple or black, but I'm sensing the goth look isn't for you, so I'm allowing you to pick a color”, Danny shrugged “as long as it's a light purple, i think i would be fine with that.'' Sam opened up her color pallet and gently rubbed the eye-shadow on Danny’s eyelids.

“ok, one last thing, some lipstick, I've got some normal light pink with me today, ok pucker your lips for me as if you ate something sour” Danny did as he was told, after that his makeup was complete, Danny was about to reach for the door, when Sam stopped him, “Danny, can i ask you a question? I get why tucker is freaking out, having your gender changed against your will is a big deal, and is probably really traumatizing, but why aren't you freaking out?”

Danny just shrugged, “....i don't know, i mean weird stuff kinda happens to me all the time, i guess i'm just kind of used to it.” he said a bit uncertainly, sam raised an eyebrow at this and let it go, she figured Danny would open up in his own time, then the bell rang,

Lancer was standing outside the door, “no, arguments, Detention!”, he yelled. Danny didn't want his friend in trouble, “she was helping me out, with some things” Danny tried to explain “well since you were the reason for her being gone so long and missing the rest of class, its detention for you to young woman” Danny started to protest “im...not” Sam quickly jumped behind Lancer and made a cut it out motion with her hands, “not what” Lancer glared at him, daring him to challenge his authority

Danny sighed a “never mind” Lancer straightened up his back “that's what I thought, I'll see you after school… Miss..miss, you know I never did get your name?” Danny had thought one up earlier for this exact situation “its Danielle, Danielle Fenton, I'm a cousin of Danny's”

just then tucker strolled out of the bathroom, “ah, another student out in the hall during class” tucker quickly reached for something in his pocket, only to discover, there were no pockets.

“It’s, actually my study hall,” tucker said quickly. “Fine” lancer said unhappily, “get to the appropriate study hall area before I change my mind about giving you detention as well, now you two where are your next classes so I can escort you there?” “I'm heading over to the study hall area, there is really no need to escort me there, since there’s no teacher there” Danny explained.

“I'm heading to home economics” Danny looked perplexed by this, “my mom's making me take it”, that explained a lot Danny thought, and then he headed off to the study hall.

notes: danny doesnt figure out stuff till later, thats why there is still he/him pronouns in this chapter, pronouns will change later.

[plus-size-reader]

Doctor/Patient Confidentiality

Hannibal Lecter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1366 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader comes from a rich family who look down on her because they don’t think she’s good enough but her psychiatrist Hannibal has a solution to her problem. 

Part 2

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You were an enigma to Hannibal, and he couldn't get over how truly fascinated he was with you. You two had been seeing each other in a professional sense for months now, and he still knew very little about your personal life.

He could tell that you were uncomfortable, and had a few specific pressure points that you wouldn't let him address but in general, you presented the illusion of openness and never acted strangely when you were with Hannibal.

You shared information with him that was real, and gave him some insight into your life...just not enough to be personal.

It wasn't until you came in looking particularly not like yourself that Hannibal began developing some concern. You always wore elaborate outfits that were not only stunning visually but gave you a lot of confidence and that was something the Dr. had always admired.

Today, however, you were wearing a grossly over-sized hoodie that swallowed your entire ample frame and sweatpants. There was nothing wrong with being comfortable, but it was so out of character for you, that Hannibal just had to know what was going on. You didn't even had a dab of makeup on and your hair was pulled completely from your face.

There was definitely something out of the ordinary there.

"Good morning Y/N, how is your day so far?" Hannibal asked, taking your coat and hanging it on the rack before following you to the chairs. There was a routine protocol Hannibal followed every time you visited and you seemed to enjoy it, so he made no motion to differ from it.

Why change something you both thought worked? You balanced Hannibal out in that way, that none of his other patients did. Most of the people he was were imbalanced and acted erratically but not you, you very rarely lost your cool with him.

You smiled, setting your bag down on the ground by your feet. There was just something about his question, the same he asked every appointment, that felt different today. You didn't have the words to answer him, and he'd had enough.

Whatever was bothering you, it wasn't of your own doing as most of the other things that stressed you were, this was external conflict....so Hannibal repeated himself.

"Y/N, How was your morning?" he prompted, leaning forward slightly in his chair, your eyes locked on his face as you breathed, in and out. Hannibal had helped you with a million other things since you'd begun seeing him, and this was no exception. If anyone would have a solution to this, it would be Hannibal.

-But that didn't make what you were about to say any less embarrassing.

"My parents are in town, and my mother had already become insufferable" you started, earning a nod from Hannibal. He'd heard a few stories about your mother in the time that you two had been having these meetings.

Your family had always been welltodo and wealthy, but your mother was particularly hard on you over your siblings. She had always been overbearing and treated you poorly because you didn't fit the image she wanted for her perfect family.

Growing up, she would throw fancy parties for all her elite friends and your siblings were permitted to attend but she would always force you to stay in your room, hidden from the guests. She said that it would be far too much trouble to find something that would fit your frame and look nice but you knew the truth.

Your family was ashamed of you, and apparently that hadn't gone away when you became an adult. Everything you did in your mothers eyes was a failure and your father did very little to stop her berating. He must preferred to let her do her thing than risk her anger shifting to him.

You felt all alone, and Hannibal could see that shining in your eyes.

The very idea that you could feel that way about yourself was unacceptable to Hannibal, who himself, found your captivating and delightful. As far as he was concerned, your parents had missed out on the most fundamental parts of your life that turned you into the brilliant woman sitting in front of him.

Hannibal knew what he was to do, but getting up the nerve to do so would take a little bit of courage on his part...and you'd have to agree.

"Y/N, I have an idea that may just make your predicament better" he suggested, setting down his little notepad on the side table to give you his full attention. You had no clue what the man may have been cooking up, but at this point, anything was worth a try.

You were just so desperate to prove to your parents that you weren't the failure that they thought you were and you'd do anything to do that so you nodded, urging Hannibal to continue.

"I propose that we throw a little gathering at my home for dinner, I'll invite friends of mine, and your parents as well" his voice was even throughout the entirety of his sentence, and while you weren't sure if your parents would agree to go to a party like that, it was as good a plan as any other. At least it would show them that you weren't completely useless.

But there was still one thing that you just couldn't piece together. Your parent's wouldn't attend a party that was thrown by a stranger, it just wasn't in the cards for them. There was no way they would go somewhere that wouldn't further them socially.

"That's an intriguing idea, Dr. Lecter but I don't think they would come to a strangers dinner party" you allowed, trying to let him down as easily as possible. Of course, there would need to be a connection to you for them to actually care.

Hannibal hadn't considered that before, but it could be easily fixed, with a bit of deception. "You will accompany me as my date, and will masquerade as my lover for the evening" that was what truly shocked you. Hannibal had said a lot of things in the time you'd known him, but nothing as startling as that.

You didn't know what to say. Hannibal wasn't the kind of man to propose something like that just for the fun of it, and he knew it. His offer was bonafide and he wanted you to take it, so that they would get off your back and let you continue to shine the way you always had previous to their visit.

"If you're willing to do that, it may just work, but Hannibal, I have to ask...why would you do this?" you wondered, trying your best to remain as respectful and grateful as possible. You knew that Hannibal was a good doctor and cared about his patients but this was much more than that.

Hannibal shrugged at first, unsure what he was meant to say to you about it all. There was no one answer as to why he wanted to help you, and not one would easily encapsulate the various feelings he had for you. As far as Hannibal was concerned, you were some kind of strange angel that came into his life at the perfect time.

It felt like second nature for him to help you and do anything he can to lessen the things you struggled with, even though he wasn't all that sure why. "Because, I'm a good psychiatrist" he breathed, a slight smile on his handsome face at the obvious joke he'd told just to amuse you.

Hannibal told you that he'd take care of everything that surrounded the party, and would send a limo to pick you and your family up at your home, along with a perfectly fitted dress for you to wear...he didn't want you to worry about a thing.

Perhaps this was Hannibal's way of courting you, but he could never admit that, it wasn't in his style to be so brazen with his feelings, especially not for a patient. The two of you were strictly patient and doctor, and that personal boundary couldn't be crossed.

No matter how much he wanted it to be.  

[orengjijyuusu]

Articles of Clothing (A Jinguji Ren fanfic)

Okay so I wrote this prior to the release of Ren's new solo album, "Rose Rose Romance." It's basically about how Ren got his inspiration for the cover art of his *cough* strip tease *cough* album. The boys will all be in it so enjoy!

"We need to think of the concept art for your upcoming album, Jinguji." The visiting photographer ponders while pacing the room. 

The strawberry blonde idol looks attentively at the possible designs and themes of his latest single, "Rose Rose Romance." He retorts at the photographers various pitches, going back and forth with how the wardrobe would be drawn up.

Across the table, Nanami is busy composing her next arrangement for Syo's upcoming album. She scribbles notes on sheet music feverishly, not really paying attention to the two discussing their business. Despite being insistent on NOT needing to be present at a meeting involving photoshoots and album artwork, Ren had successfully convinced her to accompany him for, "moral support" reasons.

The composer automatically knew the role of being, "moral support" was poppycock, but how could she say no when he worked so hard on this project. Plus Ren could possibly draw some inspiration from the score now that she thought about it; so maybe she could be of non "moral support" use yet.

"My lady." His velvety voice breaks her concentration, causing her head to snap up in response. Ren's cheek is cupped into his palm while he smiles knowingly at her; it seems he had been calling her name for a bit.

Nanami blinks, "Sorry, I was in the zone. What's up?" She quickly straightens her stack of paperwork in her lap.

"May I see our arrangement?" He asks politely, with heavy emphasis on "our." "It would help a lot with the wardrobe theme I'm going for."

She nods and sifts through her folder, eventually finding the sheet music and handing it across the table to the idol. He gives her a wink before mouthing, "thank you." Nanami smiles bashfully and watches as Ren scans the piece.

The photographer waits expectantly as Ren begins humming the tune to himself, the gears of his mind turning as he thinks of the overall message of his album.

After a minute, he places the papers on the table and turns to the photographer. "This song is obviously very sensual, in composition and in lyrics. We definitely need roses in this. And we need something that epitomizes that message in terms of dress. We something daring, something passionate, something..." he purposefully glances over at Nanami with a teasing sultry gaze, "Something sexy."

Her face goes red at the comment and buries her growing blush in the paperwork.

Ren laughs at his composer exhibiting such an adorable reaction to his shameless flirts. He's still happy he can get a reaction like that from her despite using it numerous times during their development with Starish.

Meanwhile, the photographer ignores the underlying comment the idol made and took it as inspiration instead. "That's our Jinguji Ren for you! Always knowing what style to go for! This is plenty of ideas, thank you so much!!" They throw their hands in the air, "Oh I have so much to do now! I have to plan. I have to set up the wardrobe department. I have-I have to order all the fabrics!"

Ren chuckles and holds his hands up, "I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with. Thank you for your hard work." He and Nanami bow at the photographer.

"Yes! Thank you for your hard work!" The photographer scrambles to pick up their files, "I must be going now! I have IDEAS brewing! Come by the studio on Friday. I'll be in touch!!" They rush out of the room with enthusiasm, leaving the two clients alone.

Both Nanami and Ren breathe a sigh of relief once they leave. Who knew photographers had so much energy. Ren turns to Nanami with expectant eyes, "May I treat you to dinner, my lady?" Nanami shoulders her bag and places her folders inside, "Maybe next time, I just got a melody I could use for Syo's new song and I don't want to lose the thought."

Nanami could have swore she saw Ren's shoulders slump at her rejection to the invitation, however he smiles and gives her head a pat.

"That's our composer. Hard at work." He chuckles lightheartedly.

Nanami looks up at him and notices his naturally drooping eyelids. It's not that he was sad, that's just how Ren's eyes normally look. But goddangit it wasnt helping the feeling of guilt growing in her chest. She purses her lips and thinks for a hot moment. Then she looks back up with a smile, "But, I wouldn't be opposed to stopping somewhere and getting ice cream."

The idol's eyes upturn the second she offers. He gives her a teasing smirk, "Making time for me, hmm? You truly have a heart of gold, my lady."

"You offered in the first place." Nanami erupts in a fit of giggles as they leave to go back to the agency.

*Later...*

"I assume your meeting went alright?" Masato asks, not looking up from his calligraphy as Ren walks into the room. His roommate throws his bag onto his desk and stretches his arms out, "We have an idea. Our lady came quite in handy with the composition."

Masato's eyebrow twitches, "I swear, stop dragging Nanami everywhere. You're putting her through a lot of trouble what with all the important work she needs to do. Distractions won't help her in the slightest."

Ren plops himself on his bed and yawns, "You're no fun as usual. Lucky for me, we went out for ice cream to end our PRODUCTIVE day. Which was LOTS of fun by the way." 

The bluenette slaps his brush onto the rice paper in irritation, "Everytime you go somewhere with her, it always turns into date night for you." He growls.

"Jealous?" Ren scoffs, leaning on his elbow to look smugly at Masato.

His roommate rips away the ruined calligraphy and starts on a fresh piece, "Like I would ever want to stoop down to your level. Unlike you, I have impulse control."

Ren rolls his eyes so far back he swore he could see his brain, "Whatever. I'm not going to be irked by your party pooping attitude. Gotta put my best foot forward for the ladies when I do my photo shoot."

He sits up briefly and strips himself down to his briefs. After carelessly tossing his clothes to the floor, he turns on his side and shuts off his lamp, "Goodnight, bowlhead."

Masato makes a "Tch!" sound with his teeth before concentrating again. "At least shower in the morning, idiot." He mumbles.

*The Next Day*

"No no! It's all wrong!!" The photographer groans, walking up to Ren as he poses with some roses.

The idol sighs and places the flowers on the floor, "I agree, something feels off about the setting."

The photographer places his chin in his hand, "No it's not that...its the outfit. I...I dont know why but it doesn't look right. It looked fine before..."

The two wrack their brains trying to figure out another solution for the cover photo, however each idea seemed to stay farther from what they originally wanted for the theme.

"Let's mix it up a bit. Wardrobe, we need to discuss." The photographer snaps their fingers and two staff members come over with a rack of clothes and sketch pads.

Ren exhales exhaustingly and goes to sit in the makeup department to do touch ups. As he lets the staff do their work, he notices Nanami through the mirror followed closely by his superior, Ranmaru.

Without turning around, he raises a hand and stares straight at the two in the reflection, "Hey, what brings you two here?"

Nanami walks to the side of his chair and hands him a bento, "Courtesy of Kotobuki bento. Hijirikawa noticed you didn't really eat anything for breakfast so we brought it over."

Ren takes it with a loving smile, "I appreciate it, lady."

"Tch..." Ranmaru scoffs quietly, "I'm the one who actually got it from that idiot." He saunters off towards the snack table.

"Of course, thank you as well, Ran-chan." Ren chuckles before turning serious.

"I don't mean to have you both see me like this but...turns out my photo shoot isn't going as planned. I'm sorry I couldn't gather enough from your song, lady." He gives her a sad smile.

The composer clutches her folders to her chest, "That's not true, Jinguji-san. You always have an amazing sense of style. That's a fact."

"My lady..." Ren's eyes widen slightly in surprise.

"When I saw you look at the score the other day, you looked so focused." Nanami puts her folders on the makeup table and squeezes his arm resting on the chair, "I could see the ideas churning in your head. So I know you can do it!"

The idol smirks, then brings his lips to the hand on his arm for a quick kiss.

Nanami briefly feels her soul leave her body before recovering.

"Always so encouraging. Where would we be without you, lady?" He hums.

Nanami clears her throat at her sudden outburst and looks away, "A-Anyways, what are you having trouble with, Jinguji-san? Maybe Kurosaki-senpai and I could help." She looks over to Ranmaru stuffing his face with bananas over by the snack table. Or just me, she thinks with a helpless smile.

Ren leans back in his chair, "Well that's what we are trying to find out. It's the clothing that was picked out for me." He turns his head to the photographer looking through his pictures, "Excuse me, is it alright if I take a look at what we have so far?"

The photographer sighs and brings over the camera while still looking at the screen, "Go ahead. Good luck trying to find something." They hand Ren the camera and walk off elsewhere.

He tilts the screen so Nanami can see as he clicks through each photo.

She hums to herself while analyzing Ren's outfit, "I'm no fashion expert but…" she gently tugs the camera away from his grip, "Aren't there too many clothing articles?"

Ren raises an eyebrow, "Oh, how so?"

The composer peers closer, "I mean--you have two jackets here. One around your waist and one you are actually wearing. And there's a loose scarf…"

"Looks more like winter wear than the passionate look you're going for." Ranmaru says over Nanami's shoulder, causing her to jump a little.

He ignores her reaction and bites into a banana, "If you want passion, you could stand to show some skin, ya know." He grunts before walking off again.

Nanami taps her chin with her finger, "That could work…"

Skin… Ren snaps his head up, "That's it!! I got it!" He jumps up out of his chair and walks over to the photographer. He whispers something to them before their face lights up with inspiration.

"BRILLIANT!! Alright we have a lead! Jinguji, head to the dressing room. I need the makeup department on him, stat! This photo shoot can be saved yet!"

Nanami's face lights up at the good news, "What's the idea, Jinguji-san?"

He shrugs off his jackets and turns to her with a wink, "That you'll have to find out for yourself, lady. I'm going to embrace what Ran-chan said earlier about 'showing some skin.' Wish me luck!"

He gives her head a pat and walks to the dressing room. At that point, Ranmaru makes his way back over to Nanami.

"He get an idea?" He asks, taking a sip from his water bottle.

"Yes, apparently Jinguji is heeding your advice, Kurosaki-san." Nanami chirps happily.

Ranmaru nearly chokes on his drink, "*cough* *cough* Say what now?!" He sputters.

The composer gives the idol a confused look, "Is something wrong?"

"I dont know why, but I got a feeling he's going to do something extremely stupid." He shudders while wiping his mouth.

Nanami chuckles nervously, "I-Is that so…?"

*A week later*

Ren let's out a yawn as he makes his way over to the lounging area. The photo shoot continued without a hitch, and by now the CDs should already be out on the shelves. He honestly couldn't wait to see the others reactions to his album.

The first thing he notices is the usual gaggle of guys gathered tightly around the coffee table, talking feverishly amongst themselves. As Ren approaches, the shortest member of Starish hears him first and jumps up in a fury.

"Ren!! What the hell is THIS!?" Syo shouts in disbelief, poking a finger aggressively at the album.

Bingo, Ren says with a devilish smile, Just the reaction I was hoping for. He smiles innocently, "Whatever could you mean, Shorty?"

"Cut the crap!! You know what I'm talking about! This!!" Syo shoves the CD album in his face, his face as red as a tomato.

There he was, printed for all the lovely ladies to see, completely shirtless...and pantless.

"Well, as you can plainly see, THAT is a CD cover." Ren retorts with a playful smirk.

"Why you-!" Before Syo can blow a fuse, Otoya steps in.

"Now now, let's not get too overworked." He laughs nervously before doing a complete 180 on Ren. "Ren, you are clearly NAKED! What--Just wha--I can't…" He clutches the album in disbelief, unable to form proper sentences.

"Hey now, they made sure to cut out the more 'daring' parts. Even I have standards." Ren winks lightheartedly at the group.

"The whole CONCEPT is daring!" Tokiya blurts before covering the blush on his face.

"That's our Ren! Always going the extra mile. So cool!!" Natsuki exclaims with a beaming face.

Cecil looks down in disappointment, "Aww, we could have done stuff like that? No fair!"

"No! One Ren is enough for this group!!" Syo shouts in response.

The strawberry blonde can't stop grinning from ear to ear. He was SO enjoying this. Suddenly, a copy of the album hits him in the face. He topples backward and onto the floor, wincing at the stinging sensation erupting on his forehead. Ren looks up to see Masato on his feet, looking the most pissed of them all.

"THANK YOU, Hijirikawa!" Syo raises his hands up.

"M-Masa, that was a bit unnecessary…" Otoya says nervously.

Masato's face is still stoic, however he failed to hide the red tint on his ears. "You...I can't believe you!" He has the most trouble forming words.

"I know, it's SO shocking. Honestly Hijirikawa, I thought you knew me better." His roommate says sarcastically.

"Yeah but I didn't think you'd actually be crazy enough to DO it. You think I'M shocked, look at poor Nanami!" He gestures to the sofa behind the idols. Nanami lay curled up with her face buried in a pillow. One could almost imagine steam rising off the top of her head. "She's been like that for 15 minutes!"

Ren bashfully scratches the back of his head, "She DID say I had too many articles of clothing on my body." 

Otoya and Syo sit down beside her and copy her position with their own pillows, "It's okay Nanami, we are just as shocked!!" Otoya whimpers while holding Syo in his arms.

"Guys, I think we are overreacting. Don't worry, Ren! I support you!" Natsuki places a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Tokiya does the same, "I do too. I'm sorry. I was overcome with shock earlier."

Their fellow colleague sighs, "I'm glad to hear it. But I have a feeling you all won't be able to let this go so easily."

"Definitely not." Tokiya chides.

"It's blackmail material now." Syo mutters, looking up from the pillow.

"We won't ever let you live this down." Cecil smiles at Ren.

"We'll tease you about this until the day you die." Ittoki laughs evilly.

"Because we love you, though." Natsuki adds on.

Masato discreetly shakes his head and makes a face.

Ren laughs and walks over to Nanami, "You saved me again, lady. Don't ever forget it." He ruffles her hair.

Nanami curls up tighter, "I don't think I can, Jinguji-san." She mutters in the pillow.

*elsewhere*

"Whoo! That's our sexy kouhai! Show off that skin!" Reiji whoops as he watches a coverage of Ren's album on TV.

"The bastard went and did it!" Ranmaru cringes and buries his face in his hands,"I should have kept my damn mouth shut!"

Camus' stares distastefully at the screen while a pile of sugar forms in his tea cup and onto the table. He throws a glare Ranmaru's way, "Figures you would be the one to give him such immature ideas. Have you no shame?"

"Okay first off, fuck you! No one was talking to you, damn butler!" Ranmaru growls, not even turning to directly return fire at his colleague.

"I imagine the other members of Starish are quite shocked as well." Ai adds quietly, "Though I can imagine the ratings will rise 112% because of him."

"Ne ne! We should do a nude photo shoot with all four of us! It'll be super fun and sexy!" Reiji winks at them with excitement.

"No. Do it yourself." All three respond immediately.

"You're so mean!!!"

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Erin and Ania are like holy fuck I can’t even. But for real Neil sees Abby as a mother figure in the book so like is it the same for Ania? Andrew too? Idek I just need to know their relationships with everyone

It’s time I map out their relationships anyways lol so thanks, love!

Let’s start with the lovely Ania 

Dan, Allison, and Ania are roommates. It’s tough after Seth’s death bc Ania has to face her all the time. Erin tells Allison her theory too so Allison is avoiding Ania so :////

Dan is essentially what Matt was to Neil. She sees Ania and her first thought is ‘baby’. She adopts her so fast. Every morning before class, she’ll pinch Ania’s cheeks and kiss her fingers, chef-style Idk man. It’s just something my mom does to me ok. Let me be soft. 

Renee rooms with Erin so Ania isn’t comfortable with her. Anyone that can spend the night in a room with that girl has to be hardcore. 

Allison also gives Ania a lot of shit about her wardrobe. At some point it starts to get to her so when the monsters head to the mall, Erin catches Ania drifting towards the girl’s section on her own. She’s high so she follows her around, prodding her about it. When Ania tells her, there’s this moment where Erin’s drug haze parts for a second. Ania could have sworn that she saw anger flashing in Erin’s eyes for half a second. She shrugs it off until Allison shows up at the dorms with a bruise on her jaw. Erin knows Ania hides her body bc scars and bc she doesn’t like men staring at her. She refuses to let Allison shame Ania into doing something she doesn’t want to. In general, Allison and Ania have a rocky relationship because Erin keeps interfering. After Christmas, the two of them end up getting along a lot better bc they bond while Allison covers Ania’s bruises with makeup. Also after Christmas, Ania and Renee trade dorms so she and Allison aren’t in constant contact. Part of their friction was due to the amount of time they spent together. A lot of things have happened to Allison this year and the fact that she constantly has to see the source of a lot of her problems makes it hard for her to heal.  

I’ve considered Fem!Nicky but I personally prefer Gay/Lesbian solidarity between him and Erin a lot better so yeah (However if you want me to run a few Fem!Nicky hcs, hmu and I’ll do it. She won’t be a part of the fem!verse but it would be fun). He’s exactly the way he is in canon. However, he is constantly trying to set Ania and Erin up and Erin? Doesn’t? Stop? Him? She’s so desperately in love with Ania that if Nicky wingmanning for her is what it takes to win her over, then she’ll take it. She also has a really dirty sense of humor. The jokes he makes fuel her late-night fantasies. 

Aaron is disgusted with Nicky and, more importantly, himself. Ania is incredibly beautiful and he’s incredibly straight. He doesn’t like her bc he’s so gone for Katelyn. That doesn’t make Ania any less pretty. He finds himself staring at her all the time but so does every other fox so he doesn’t feel bad. 

Katelyn thinks Ania is hot. She’s bi but leans heavily towards guys. It takes Aaron a long time to unlearn his homophobia but he manages it because Katelyn is bi and he couldn’t possibly hate anything about her. Once Riko is gone and Ania is safe, she starts to develop feelings. I mean, she always had feelings but now she doesn’t try to suppress them. She lets herself want to be friends with people. Katelyn happens to be at the top of her list. While the twins are with Bee at their sessions, Katelyn and Ania hang out. Sessions are only an hour/hour and a half long so the girls just grab a soda together or go window shopping in Reddin. I hc Katelyn as a genuinely sweet VSCO girl. Let me have this! Ania has a grunge/goth aesthetic because Erin buys her clothes for her but she thinks Katelyn’s clothes are cute too. Erin wants to hate the thousands of scrunchies and anklets she finds strewn across the dorm but they make Ania so happy. Once on a double date, on Bee’s insistence, Katelyn catches sight of a bubblegum pink scrunchie in Erin’s hair. It’s a stark contrast to her all-black outfit but it’s really cute. When Aaron goes to grab their drinks from the barista, Katelyn tells her so making sure to stay well out of Erin’s reach. Erin just grunts and turns to look out the window. The twins don’t blush with their whole face. Instead, their ears turn red. With Erin’s hair pulled up and out of the way, Katelyn has no trouble seeing her burning red ears. It’s progress! 

Ania spends a lot more time out at Evermore as a kid than Neil did. As a result, she was really close to Kevin and Riko. She only knew Jean for like a month before she dipped. I got a request for Fem!Jean so you’ll see Ania’s relationship with Jeanie soon. Kevin sees her as a baby sister. He and Kayleigh were actually at the hospital when Ania was born. There’s a baby photo back at Kayleigh’s old house of 3yr old Kevin carrying a newborn Ania. He’s crying rivers in it. There’s an actual video of it as well. In it, Kay asks him why he’s crying. “She’s sho shmall!” little Kevin sobs. “Can I keep her? Pleashe, mom. I’ll be nice to her and take care of her and I’ll tell her I love her all the time.” You can hear someone laughing in the background. The camera pans across the room to reveal Wymack sitting in a chair by the door, cackling

TANGENT BUT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT WYMACK FOR A MINUTE! So Wymack and Kay are friends with some obvious benefits. He flips his shit when Kevin is born because what if that’s his kid??? Kay is just like, I was with a lot of guys and brushes it off. She’s lying through her teeth. Wymack is the only man she’s ever loved. Tetsuji is salty and I will go into this in another post but I think that Tetsuji really hated Kevin because he was Kay’s son but not his. I absolutely believe that Tetsuji was in love with Kayleigh Day and was pissed when she had a kid. Anyway, Wymack flies out to Ireland a lot to check up on Kay and Kevin because Kay is crazy. How could the inventor of exy not be? It’s literally murder lacrosse. He goes out to make sure Kay isn’t overworking herself and bc Kev has no father figure. Kev grows up knowing Wymack and absolutely adores him. When Kay dies, Wymack wants custody of Kevin. Kay knows who the Moriyamas are and recently she and Tetsuji have been fighting a lot. She’s scared that something is going to happen to her so she writes her will and emphasizes that she wants her son sent to Wymack if she dies. Her fight with Tetsuji comes to a head and the car ‘accident’ happens. It’s not an accident. Tetsuji ordered her killed in a fit of rage. He’s devastated when it actually happens. He loved her and now she’s dead. Well, who’s fault is that, ya dumb bish? He flies out for the funeral and so does Wymack. Tetsu finds the will first and is anger. He has it burned and has Nathan forge a new one where he gets custody of Kev. It breaks Wymack’s heart bc now he thinks Kay didn’t want him around Kev. Kevin is five and he’s crying because his mom is dead and now he can’t live with Wymack. He calls Wymack Dad and Wymack can’t do anything about this. Instead, he just hugs little Kev close and tells him it’ll be okay. Wymack tells Kev that Tetsu has a niece his age. Maybe Kev and Riko can be friends. Maybe they’ll even get married. Kevin says that’s disgusting and Wymack laughs a hollow laugh. Anyway, that’s how Kev gets shipped to Evermore. Tetsu doesn’t allow Wymack near Kev bc he knows the truth. The reason why Wymack always has a sports channel on because he used to keep it on in case Kev ever showed up. He watched every one of Kev’s games and interviews and everything. Wymack doesn’t get to be there to watch Kev grown up so he just watched from a distance. I'm not crying you are. 

Wymack is a father figure to Ania and Erin. He’s there when Ania is born bc he went to visit Kay and Kev who were in Baltimore to meet baby Nathania. Kay carts him out to the hospital to meet her too. Nathan Wesninski was not in the room when his daughter was born. He doesn’t even meet her until she’s six months old. Wymack is the first man Nathania meets and she doesn’t even know. Mary didn’t want to hand Nathania over to Wymack but she and Kay are friends and she knows that he’s her baby daddy. Wymack doesn’t recognize Ania because he only knew her for a month when she was a newborn. Of course he doesn’t recognize her. However, he thinks about her a lot. She’s actually the first baby he’s ever held. He didn’t get to hold Kevin until he was two. Wymack treats Ania the same way he treats Neil but he puts in a bit of extra care bc he knows about Millport incident. 

Abby is definitely as much of a mom figure as she was to Neil. However, after she shows her her scars, Ania gets a lot closer to her. She refuses to tell her things but when Erin gets sent to Easthaven, Ania has a hard time staying at the dorms. She spends all her time at the court bc she has to. She hides in the library bc it’s the one place she wouldn’t see Erin anyways. She crashes at Abby’s a few times because there are times she can’t stand the thought of going back to the dorms without feeling the brush of Erin’s hand on the back of her neck. 

Oh. That’s a thing. Every night after midnight practice n Kev has gone to his room, Ania says goodnight to Erin. Erin will trail her hand across the back of Ania’s neck as she passes in response. It makes Ania shiver because her neck is as much of an erogenous zone as Erin’s is. Erin always watches it out of the corner of her eye bc God it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever seen. It makes her feel. Ania doesn’t really realize???? She’s so dumb. She knows it makes her feel good but she just can’t for the life of her figure out why. 

It’s time I addressed the real psycho lesbian… While Erin’s is a facade, Riko is genuinely psychotic. She’s seven types of crazy. Actually, it skews a little more yandere but I will go into depth about it in the Fem!Jean fic. Rn, I’ll try to keep it short. Riko has her first crush when she’s eight? Nine? She kisses her crush on the cheek when she’s ten and Tetsuji… doesn’t take it well to say the least. The bit about it’s easier to remain straight? It’s the thing Kevin hears Riko say to herself every morning in front of the mirror. Regardless, Riko never gets over that first crush. Riko will never not miss Nathania Wesninski. When she finds out who Ania really is? She loses it. It’s fate, she tells herself. She will have Ania or die trying. Christmas at Evermore is a thing so I mean, I guess she does have Ania :( But she wants Ania to love her. She tells Ania as much and Ania spits in her face. :)

Most of Erin’s relationships are the same except for the Matt and Renee thing I covered earlier. The only other one that changes is Kevin. I know I say this a lot, but she really thought Ania and Kev would be a thing. She says no to Kevin for everything bc she’s petty.  Kevin has always gotten everything that he wanted handed to him on a silver plate. Now he’s taking the one thing she really wants.  If he gets Ania, he can’t have anything else. Again, I’ll cover her relationship with Jean later. 

Thanks again your ask <3

Edit: I'm really tired and have a quiz tomorrow but I forgot to talk about Cleo. I'll make a separate post about her so stay tuned for that!!!

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이 태민: The Moonwalker Pt. 2

Part two is here. That’s it. That’s the note. I hope someone’s finding some enjoyment out of this, and even if they’re not, whatever! I’m having a blast writing it, so that’s all that counts. 

“Mom?” Dongin asked. He’d been staring at Je Kyo for a good thirty minutes, rushing around their small apartment. He was confused, but he also found it a little funny.

She had messed with her hair, put it up, gotten frustrated with it, decided to stay in her normal style, stared at her clothes for a solid minute in the mirror trying to gauge how it looked to the outside viewer and she’d actually bothered to put on makeup today. That was something she never did.  

“Yeah, baby?” she asked, though she wasn’t paying too much attention. She was slipping on the one pair of heels she owned. They were old, a little too small, terribly worn and not that pretty, but it was better than nothing. “What’s up?” 

He gave her his youthful, toothy smile. “Are you goin’ on a date?” 

She nearly tripped over her own feet. “What are you talking about, silly goose? Of course not.”

He giggled. “Sure you don’t, mom,” he cooed. “Except that you definitely do! You’re getting all pretty!”

“I... No.” It was really the only thing she could spit out. He really was a smart kid.    

“Are you gonna kiss him?” 

She laughed at him. “You need to go to the neighbor’s house right now, young man!” She gave him a smooch on the forehead, though she was giggling so much, it was hard. 

He groaned playfully, hopping off the couch and dragging his feet to the door. “I’m going, I’m going! Can I say something, though?” He gave her a small smile. “I like you the way you are when you’re normal, mom. Maybe try being that way with him?” With that, the door shut behind him. 

‘Well...’ she thought. ‘From out of the mouths of babes.’

She glanced at her watch. Just enough time to get rid of the makeup, the skirt, the beret in her hair, the heels—everything that wasn’t her. Maybe that was the best thing she could do for herself. 

Je Kyo tapped her fingers absentmindedly against the counter. Again, a quiet day. A quiet day with the usual costumers, the usual orders, the usual emptiness of the space.  

She stared at the clock, watching the time pass by. She could hear every tick, echoing in the emptiness of the room. If she was being honesty, it made her kind of tired. 

Well, not so much tired as the monotony of it reminded her of her ever-growing fatigue. She loved her son, but his habit of not being able to fall asleep took its toll on her, just as much as him. 

She rested her head on her palm, her eyes fluttered shut, her breath evened out. There was nothing. Just darkness and a dull buzz. A dull buzz that was getting louder. A buzz that was piercing her ears. 

But she didn’t stir and she didn’t wake. Not even when the white noise formed into something else. A whisper. Not when it was speaking into her ears with just a few thing that she was able to pick out. 

Mine.

That word was repeated over and over again, like a mantra. It got progressively louder and more persistent, like it was tugging on her, but she couldn’t open her eyes to escape it. It was caging her. 

‘Wake up,’ she told herself. She felt her breath quicken. ‘Wake up!’  

Stillness. Her eyes were open. She was in her boring little flower shop, stuck in a cold sweat, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. Her hands were shaking and her eyes were wide. 

“Are you all right?” 

She jumped and covered her mouth. “What the hell?” she snapped. She whipped her head around, seeing the young man from yesterday seated in a chair across the room. “What are you doing in here?” She sounded more aggressive than she meant to, but she didn’t care much about that now. She was too shaken. 

He closed the book he’d been reading and uncrossed his legs in a graceful motion. “I was coming to pick you up,” he said simply. He looked concerned. “I saw you were asleep but you looked troubled, so I locked the door. Are you all right?”

“You had no right to do that!” she shouted. “You can’t just come into someone’s place of work and—!”

He cut her off. “So, you’re not okay.” 

She took a deep breath. “No,” she said quietly. “No, I’m sorry. That was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” She tried to stand up, but her legs threatened to give out.

In seconds, he was at her side, guiding her back down to the wicker chair. “Sit,” he said gently. “You look pale.” He let her settle in before continuing. “What happened?” 

She shook her head. “Nothing,” she assured him. “It was just a nightmare.” 

“Wanna talk about it?” 

She glanced at him, half-tempted to take him up on the offer. She chuckled bitterly. “I’m sorry, but I don’t even know your name. I’m not ready to—”

“Taemin,” he said. “My name’s Taemin.” 

She blinked a few times. “Just like that?” she asked, dumbfounded. 

He nodded. “Now will you tell me?” 

She sighed heavily, relenting in her fate of dealing with this persistent young man. “What do I have to lose?” It was rhetoric, of course. She rubbed her temples, trying to get rid of the growing headache. “I had a nightmare. Pretty dumb, huh?”

“A nightmare?” He shook his head. “No, that’s not dumb.” He dragged a chair over, sitting across from her. “How’d it make you feel?” 

She scoffed lightly. “What are you, a therapist?” 

“Nope.” He gave her a simple smile. “Just curious.”

She shrugged. “Fair enough.” She thought for a moment, tapping her fingers thoughtlessly. “I don’t really know how I felt. Scared, I guess. It felt like someone was reaching inside of me and pulling up... I don’t know, memories or something. Maybe some insecurities. I don’t know, it was just weird.”

“Maybe you’re misjudging it,” he offered. “Maybe it wasn’t a nightmare.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Maybe it was a good dream in disguise.” 

She couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Seriously? What makes you say that?”

“Well, it’s like they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe there’s a thin line between a good dream and a bad one as well.” 

She gave him a look. “Not to offend or anything, but that’s a load of crap.”

He chuckled. “Oh?”

“Of course! There’s no fuzzy line or questions; you either like something or you don’t.” She crossed her arms in a final way. “Love isn’t enigmatic. You feel it or you don’t, and that’s that.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Is that so?” He leaned forward a bit. Perhaps a bit too much, considering how close their faces were all of a sudden. “Then how do you feel about me? Do you love me or hate me?”

She stared at him for what felt like a solid minute. “Well, I don’t know!” she finally huffed. “We’ve only just met!”

He gave her a proud look, almost a little cocky. “Then I guess it isn’t as simple as you think, huh?” He leaned back again. “Haven’t you ever indulged in something when your knew you shouldn’t? Haven’t you ever disliked someone for no reason other than they got on your nerves?” 

“I... guess I have.”

“Then my point is proven!” He grinned. “So maybe, just maybe, your dream was a good one?” He waited patiently for her answer, his eyes glimmering with something she couldn’t quite place. 

His eye were almost opalescent, in a way. They looked like they shined with a million different colors, and he was ready to reveal what each of them meant, just like he had done with red the previous day.

Maybe she wanted to learn about those colors hiding in his eyes. 

She stayed quiet. “Maybe it was.” She cleared her throat and stood up. “I’m not saying that for sure, but it’s a possibility. A low one, but a possibility.”

He giggled, slightly reminiscent of a little kid. “So, you’re saying I was right?” he cooed. 

“Maybe,” she corrected him. “Don’t go getting a big head about it.” 

He chuckled. “Fine, fine.” Again, something flashed in his eyes. A brightness of some sort. Or maybe it was a darkness; she couldn’t quite place it. “Are you curious?” he asked, his voice having a smoothness about it that she hadn’t heard before. 

She snapped out of whatever staring fit she’d been in. “Curious?” she said. She was proud of herself for not stuttering even though she was caught off guard. “About what, exactly?” 

He smiled at her. “You’re looking at my eyes.” 

She crossed her arms. “Yeah. So?” she tried to play it off. “Eye-contact is important to me.”  

“So you didn’t see anything?” he asked. 

She eyed him. “Like what...?” 

There was a beat of silence. Perhaps a beat too many. There was a slight tension that couldn’t be placed, a question that couldn’t be asked, an answer that couldn’t be given.  

He flashed her a flirtatious wink. “Like your future, of course!” 

She rolled her eyes, refusing to admit that she might’ve been a little flattered. “Nope, all I saw was a lot of trouble for me to deal with.” 

“Oh, come on!” he whined. “That’s so mean!”

She laughed. “You asked for it, you weirdo!” She held her hand out to him. “Now, are we gonna go hang out or what?” 

He looked at her, an impish glint in his eyes. “Is your shift even technically over yet?” 

“I’m closing early. Now, are you coming or not? My arm’s getting tired.”

He hummed. “Do I get to hold your hand?”

“Not a chance.”

He shrugged. “Fair enough.”  

.

.

.

Je Kyo knocked on her neighbor’s door, a content smile on her face. Today had been... Surprisingly pleasant. She’d had a lot more fun than she’d expected, and that Taemin character turned out to actually be a real dork, which she found cute. He was fun to talk to. 

“Ah-In!” she called, though she tried to keep her voice down a little. Sure, it was only slightly past ten, but most of her neighbors were crabby drunkards that couldn’t be trusted, so she preferred to be safe rather than sorry.   

Ah-In and her husband, Ha Joon, were one of the good ones. Always willing to take care of Dongin during the day while she was at work. “I’m here for Dongin,” she called again.

In moments, Ah-In opened the door, her four-month-old in her arms. She gave her a smile, in all of her traditional beauty. To be honest, Je Kyo was a little shocked by her sometimes. She was just so pretty. 

“Wow,” Ah-In chuckled. “What’s the deal with you? You’re glowing.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “I am not.” 

“You so are!” She gave her a light smack on the arm. “You have to tell me—why?”

Dongin came running down the stairs at breakneck speed. “Because mommy went on a date today!” He jumped into Je Kyo’s arms, giving her a tight squeeze and a peck on the cheek.

She laughed, hugging him back and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “For the last time, it was not a date! Also, what’d I tell you about running down the stairs, young man?” 

Dongin giggled. “Then why were you getting dressed all fancy this morning?” 

She tapped his nose. “Don’t try and change the subject, mister.” 

Ah-In made an over-exaggerated noise of surprise. “Song Je Kyo got dressed up for someone? The Song Je Kyo? Our Song Je Kyo?” She called into her apartment. “Honey, did you hear that? Je dressed up for someone!” 

“Stop, stop, stop!” she begged, though she was stifling some laughter as well. “You’re gonna wake the whole complex!”

The woman chuckled. “Maybe I will, but you’re worth it.” 

Je Kyo smiled at her, though it was a bittersweet one. “You’re too good for this world, Ah-In. How’d you end up in a place like this?” she asked, gesturing to their trashy living arrangements. 

She shrugged. “Ha Joon and I don’t mind this place, really. Besides, it’s not so bad.” 

“What’s ‘not so bad’ about this place?”

She hummed thoughtfully. “Well... I think it’s because, at the beginning of every day, I start it off with watching the sunrise with the person—” she glanced at the child in her arms, “the people I love the most. And at the end of every day, we watch the sun set together. I don’t think I treasure anything more than those golden moments on our crappy balcony.” 

She flashed her a smile. “We don’t need more than this. Besides, how would we see you and Dongin if we moved?” She shook her head. “Nuh-uh, not gonna happen! We’re happy here because... We’re not lonely.” 

Lonely...

Je Kyo had been listening intently, but at that last sentence, it felt like her head was splitting in two. It felt like the buzzing from her dream had returned, the distant whispers, but louder and louder. 

The worst thing was: she didn’t know why. She let out a pained groan.

Dongin looked at her, concern painted on his face. “Mommy?” 

She set him down gently, gritting her teeth. It was taking too much effort. “Stand by yourself, honey, please.”

“Je, are you all right—?” 

Ah-In was cut off by Je Kyo. “Shh!” she hissed sharply, gripping her head. “It’s too loud...” she mumbled. “It’s too loud!” 

Words and phrases were swimming around her head at a dizzying speed, making her falter. She almost felt like falling over. 

Mine.

All mine.

You’ll never be alone again.

Let me in.

“Mom!” Dongin looked up at her with wide eyes. He gripped the hem of his mother’s shirt.  

Slowly, Je Kyo felt herself being pulled back to her reality. She looked down at her son, tears brimming her eyes. She reached her hands down and held his, so much smaller than hers. Far more delicate. Unharmed. 

‘I can’t go insane yet...’ she thought. ‘I have to protect you.’

The voices faded. All that was left was a final wispy breath, almost like a sigh.

“Why do you make it so hard on yourself?” it whispered and then died. 

She was almost tempted to give it a reply. “You’re the one that’s making it hard for me”, she wanted to say. But then she realized, you’re only crazy once you start replying to the voices.

She took a deep breath and wiped her tears. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She leaned down to Dongin’s height, petting his head gently. “I bet that was scary, huh?” 

He nodded before hugging her. “Really scary, mom!”

She shushed him gently, rubbing his back. “It’s okay... Mommy’s sorry, okay?”

“What was that...?” Ah-In asked quietly, almost like she was afraid of another outburst from Je Kyo. 

She gave her an easy smile, the one she’d been perfecting for so many years. “Migraine,” she said. “Guess I need to take better care of myself, huh?”

She seemed to accept the excuse, though perhaps a little reluctantly. “A migraine?” Je Kyo nodded. “Well... I can understand how painful those can be. Sometimes it feels like your head’s being split open. I have some medicine, if you wanna try it out.”

She shook her head and stood up, taking Dongin with her. “No, I’m fine, thanks. I’m just gonna get a good night’s rest.” She waved to her. “Innie, wave goodbye.” 

Dongin waved to their pretty neighbor. “Bye, Mrs. Oh.” 

“Good night, you two,” Ah-In sighed. She didn’t seem completely convinced, but she didn’t pry.

“Thanks for taking care of Dongin today,” Je Kyo said. 

Ah-In nodded. “Of course. My door is always open. For anything,” she said meaningfully.

For whatever reason, Je Kyo felt very touched by that. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

[anxiously-unsatisfied-world]

Patton Adoption AU

So, I finally have enough prepared to talk about the AU I’ve been working on! It features Patton being adopted by Logan and Roman (as I haven’t seen anything with him being the child being adopted). If everything goes right (meaning I have three chapters done by my birthday/July 1st (I have around two finished now)), I’ll start posting the actual story Sunday.

But for now, have some headcanons (canons?)/ facts! ^^

Patton Love:

10-years-old

4′5″

Has sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, freckles, and is a little chubby.

Loves to learn - is curious about everything

His favorite outfit is the traditional light blue polo, khakis, and a grey cardigan draped around his shoulders.

The cardigan reminds him of a cape and he loves that.

He isn’t super picky about what he wears - unless he’s nervous about some occasion. Then he has to wear his favorite outfit. (Or at least he’ll try to)

Is usually super bubbly and energetic; though he certainly has his moments of being quiet and withdrawn - especially if he’s focused or upset.

He took care of the younger, also bullied kids at the orphanage, taking on their bullying if he could to prevent them from getting hurt.

And thus, is seen as an older brother figure to these kids.

Was bullied for being so optimistic about finding a home despite being at the orphanage for three years - but it doesn’t really affect him all that much.

His best friend is Valerie. She’s the daughter of the orphanage’s owners and thus, he has a good support system with her and her parents.

Her mother would sneak him extra cookies since he’s so close to Valerie.

Is pansexual but hasn’t quite figured that out yet/doesn’t care to figure it out at this point.

Has been in the orphanage since he was seven - when his parents died in a car accident.

Logan Prince:

27-years-old

5′10″

Has dark brown hair, cold blue eyes, a thin and wiry frame.

100% an introvert

Wears his usual black polo and tie - however, it’s not just blue ties. He’ll wear neutral colors most of the time unless it’s a special occasion or Roman wants him to wear a certain one. (this is when he’s out of the house)

At home, he’s a lot less formal - wearing t-shirts and jeans and sometimes onesies (but shh don’t tell anyone ^.~)

Is slightly insecure due to being the ‘gifted’ child when he was growing up. Sure, he managed to keep learning new things and being smarter than his peers but the pressure was too much sometimes.

Majored in chemistry and had to take a year to get his teaching certificate - minored in creative writing/poetry (which surprised quite a few people)

Thus, doesn’t have 100% the best social skills but Roman helps make up for that and is teaching him to better recognize social cues.

Is a high school chemistry teacher - can be seen as strict due to the dangerous nature of the course but altogether tries to make the subject interesting and relevant to the kids.

Plays the piano to relax from a hard day at work - it’s nice to just have no expectations on him for a while as there's never been a day where he wasn’t expected to be perfect.

Will usually accompany Roman when he sings - they don’t usually perform like this but for important enough events, Roman can convince him to.

Is demisexual.

Roman Prince:

28-years-old

5′6″

Dirty blond hair, green eyes, tanned, has freckles, is pretty muscular from dancing/running around at work.

Very outgoing - like so much.

Very stylish clothes most of the time - usually a touch of makeup to accentuate the outfit - not because he’s insecure.

At home, he wears a lot of Disney/theater merchandise - also whenever he’s particularly busy - like the weeks of a production at the theater (which he owns)

Loves to perform whenever he can but will take days off and go sing to kids in hospitals/do performances depending on the day & location. It warms his heart to see them enjoying something that he can so easily do for them.

He is a bit insecure in his skills due to years of being bullied for being a theater geek. Sure, it didn’t affect him much at the time but it has left lasting effects on how he treats his own skill, but Logan’s always there to reassure him.

Is very skilled when it comes to music. He can play several instruments in addition to being skilled at singing and dance.

Majored in theater (as expected by like everyone he knew) and minored in creative writing, which is where he met Logan.

Roman took a gap year - during that time, performing in a few different plays.

They met the second semester of their freshman year.

They started dating in the middle of their junior year.

It was actually Logan to propose - he did so on Roman’s birthday after planning the most romantic day together. (after they graduated)

They got married around six months later and have been together ever since.

Roman is pansexual.

Virgil Sanders:

11-years-old

4′8” but slouches to about 4′6″

Has jet black hair, emo style (duh), pale skin, and ice blue eyes.

Is both bullied at school and abused at home. At school it’s because of his style and at home, it’s because he’s gay (that and his parents are not good people.)

Is very introverted & is anxious around people and in general.

Very thin - almost worryingly so - clothes hang off of him even if they’re supposed to be his size.

Has his signature hoodie. He learned how to sew when his parents wouldn’t buy him a new one and sewed the patches on to protect it from falling apart. Added the white thread for aesthetic.

Has an older sister who managed to escape from their parents. She has promised to come back for him but she’s having a bit of trouble financially right now so she can’t just take on the care of her younger brother. She hates it. She doesn’t want him anywhere near their parents but it’ll have to wait until she’s a bit more stable.

Virgil adores his big sister - she’s where he gets most of his aesthetic from and he trusts that she’ll fulfill her promise. It’s why he puts up with the abuse so much.

Is interested in learning a musical instrument and performing for others - despite his horrible anxiety - but that’ll have to wait. He’s also fairly proficient at dance and is best with fast, intricate movements which he executes gracefully.

Is gay but doesn’t quite feel like that fits 100% (might be asexual or demi but he’s not certain)

So there! I have Remy, Deceit, and Virgil’s sister planned out and I know I want Thomas in this story but he hasn’t been planned just how yet. (this will have sympathetic Deceit in it as a fair warning)

But I’m super excited about this story and will answer any questions you have about it! I’ll try to have the post with the information about the aforementioned characters up on like Thursday or Friday ^^

[fxnrisulv]

Letter

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2928

Warnings: Bish I cried writing + editing this. Death (mentioned), cute pre serum Steve, childbirth, shitty smut, death threats, cursing. I’m sorry if this isn’t all of it. Message me if I should add something. 

A/N: As mentioned in the warnings, I cried, but then again I cry at literally everything. 

Hello doll…

You sat alone in a booth, playing with the straw to your milkshake as you waited. A friend of yours, Daisy, had apparently found a young man that was the perfect fit for you and arranged a date at the diner two blocks away from your apartment.

“It is only convenient, Y/N, you two can either go home to yours and take a glass of wine or if he is acting like a dirt pile - you have a short way home,” she defended, looking at you with big brown eyes and you sighed, nodding as it sounded convenient, but now you sat there and the clock was way past five which were the time you both had gotten from Daisy. You sighed, taking a sip from your milkshake and looking up as a man walked in, brown cotton pants and a red nylon dress shirt. He scanned the diner with his blue eyes, landing on you and smiled relieved.

“Thank you for having patience, I ran into some trouble on the way here,” he sounded genuine as he told you why he was late, but you couldn't stop thinking about what the problem was. You saw a small bruise that started to form on his cheek and you wrinkled your nose, praying that he wasn't someone who picked fights with every man he passed. He seemed to notice your gears turning and curled his lips into a cheeky smile.

“A friend, quite the punk actually, too big of a heart and far too stubborn for his tiny body,” the man laughed, reaching for your hand and pulling it towards his lips, placing a soft kiss.

“James, but call me Bucky,” he added as you looked confused at first, but you nodded and introduced yourself back.

“Y/N.” You smiled, laughing as he shot you a compliment before ordering some fries and a milkshake for himself too, sharing as yours ran out. The two of you sat in the booth, laughing at jokes and telling stories about either yourselves or Daisy. It was clear that she became the butt of the joke in a lot of your conversations.

“She knocked on my door once, begging me to act as her man for a day only to dump me by the evening!” Bucky exclaimed and you laughed, shaking your head. You weren't surprised, Daisy was ahead of your time and you knew it, how she fantasised about phones that you would be able to carry around in your pocket - well, you couldn't blame her for having an imagination.

...You know what this means, and doll I'm sorry ‘bout it. I tried to get back to you, but it's hell here and I spent every second thinking about your touch, how you laugh whenever I make a fool out of myself and with that making me laugh too, because nothing's sweeter to my ears than your laugh. Except when you sing for me, writhing under my hands and mouth. I always loved to hear you sing, doll...

“Sweetheart, I need you on stage pronto.” The manager of the bar peeked his head into your private room - only pieces of furniture being a vanity table paired with a simple chair, clothing rack and a divan. You had been ready for a few minutes, spending the lasting few warming up your voice and touching up your simple makeup so you were glad that it’s finally showtime. Carefully strapping on your simple mask, only covering the upper half of your face - leaving you red painted lips for the audience to see.

Walking up on stage always excited you and sent a thrill through your spine, feeling slight nervousness at the thought of how many people were in the bar, but you knew Bucky would be at the front row, having been dragging Steve with him every night for the past five months now since you became his best girl.

“Now, put your hands together for our own precious songbird; Pearl!” The manager presented you, but as usual you had forgotten your alias - as you’d gotten to keep for the mystery, mind being cleared into nothing but the lyrics of the songs you were going to perform. The short and robust balding man chuckled out to the audience when the applause died out, walking across the stage to fetch you. Unable to hinder any kind of amused sound, you giggled and bowed your head down - knowing how it would entrance the men sitting in front of the stage; especially your best lad that shifted in his chair to find a comfortable position.

“Good evening everyone,” you walked up to the microphone, lowering your voice slightly and letting soft huffs of air escape while you talked - making your voice sound alluring so the audience sat on the edge of their seats. Politely everyone greeted back, a choir of voices filling the musky air of the bar. It was mostly soldiers, or men that soon would be sent over the Atlantic to fight for the country and what’s right, so you could see Bucky and how his shoulders tensed, chest heaved out as your typical “alpha male”. It made you giggle, right after Steve has rolled his eyes at his behaviour.

“Hope everyone is having a great time,-” your eyes swept over the audience before landing on what kept your nerves in check; Bucky. “-gonna sing for you this evening,” you smiled out over the audience that jeered, raising their glasses and putting them together with their mates. The band tucked away into the corner of the stage started to play, knowing that what you said were their cue. The soft melody floated through the room gracefully and you started to sing, entrancing everyone in the bar as you’re known for.  

I don't know why but I'm feeling so sad

I long to try something I never had

Never had no kissin'

Oh, what I've been missin'

Lover man, oh, where can you be?

You kept performing for another hour, Bucky firmly planted at the front row throughout the whole evening. Steve had decided to retire early though, leaving after just twenty minutes and after a big cough fit. Bucky could see the worry in your eyes when Steve walked through the doors, smiling reassuringly that it was nothing to worry about. Another singer came up on the stage, first singing a duet before prompting the audience to say goodbye before the band started to play classic Maurice Chevalier. You walked through the hallway towards your room, having to change from your gown to your usual button up shirt and skirt duo.

“Hey doll,” Bucky greeted you once you had stepped inside and closed the door, surprising you with his presence as he normally would stand outside at the back waiting for you.

“Hi Buck,” you smiled sweetly at him, leaning over the divan that he had comfortably lied down in to kiss his lips. It started out as innocent, but the way Bucky brought his hand up to wrap around your waist and pull you down, making you lay over him as the kiss grew more heated and hungrier, it ended up as a kiss that would without a doubt get you fired. Just Bucky being in here for too long could tarnish the ‘innocent, yet alluring persona Pearl was’. Bucky sensed your slight discomfort, nothing because of him, but he halted and searched your eyes.

“What’s the matter, doll?” He asked, hand covering your rogue dusted cheek and the pad of his thumb swiping over your cheekbone.

“Nothing Bucky, only that,” you cut yourself off, drawing your lower lip in between your teeth. “My reputation, Buck,” you mumble, throwing your head down and sighing.

“I understand, don’t worry,” he whispers, a small smile gracing his lips. You looked up at him, looking for any sign of disappointment in his face, but the only thing you could find was pure admiration that made your heart flutter in your chest. Leaning into his embrace, you angled your neck and nibbled gently on his earlobe before whispering.

“Take me home, Lover Man.”

Bucky was quick to help you out of your gown into the clothes you’d been wearing throughout the day, giving you his jacket to keep warm while you walked up the blocks towards his apartment. It was unusual to see such spring in his steps and you were greatly amused because of it and with your giggles you were rewarded a few mischievous smirks. Finally reaching his door, Bucky almost kicked it open as he’d forgotten the keys inside. You leaned against the wall as Bucky tried to pick it open with the small pocket knife, groaning at every failed attempt which caused you to giggle.

“Oh, Pearl, if you don’t help I’ll make love to you right here,” Bucky pinned you against the wall, body towering over yours a his eyes are filled with lust and maybe a glint of frustration. “Now that won’t be so hot on your reputation now?” His voice was husky, features growing darker as you brought your lower lip between your teeth again, looking into his eyes. Bucky grunted and snarled before crashing his lips down on yours, moulding them fiercely together and taking the breath away from you. Before you could lose yourself in the moment, you pushed him back and took a pin out from your styled hair. Curling your lips in a devilish smirk, you gave the pin to Bucky to lock up the door, succeeding after a few tries.

“What would I do without you, doll?” He pulled you into his apartment, closing the door shut and pinning you against it before attacking your lips once again.

“I don't know, sleep out in the cold?” You whispered against his lips, giggling and Bucky rested his forehead against yours, looking unamused into your eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but you leaned up to kiss him - effectively stopping his current trail of thought.

“C’mon Bucky, make love to me,” you cooed, leaning back and running your fingers through his greased down locks. Following the command, Bucky placed his hands on the back of your thighs, heaving you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Your wish is my command, doll,” he whispered, one hand on you ass to hold you up while the other one caressed your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing the tip of your nose and over your cheekbone. Hurriedly, Bucky walked towards his bedroom and laid you down on the mattress, his lips sealing onto yours as he climbed up and hovered over you. Gingerly, Bucky started to undress you. First he took of the skirt, exposing your simple cotton underwear, after he unbuttoned your shirt, exposing the loose bra you were wearing.

“You are so beautiful, doll” He whispered, leaning down to place an open mouthed kiss on your collarbone. “Absolutely gorgeous”

Looking into your eyes, Bucky searched for any kind of hesitation or hint to stop, but the nodding of your head and pure gaze of lust gave him the consent he needed to unhook your bra, tugging it off and exposing your breasts. For a moment he was mesmerized, despite of how many times he saw you naked - or half naked - he had to stop and take everything in. Slightly self-conscious, you squirmed and took a hold of his open button up, pushing it down his arms and tugging on the crewneck cotton shirt he had under. Now almost equally exposed, Bucky smiled, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose

“I love you,” he whispered, smiling down at you when your cheeks flushed crimson.

“Love you too, Buck.” You sucked in a sharp breath when Bucky pushed your panties down, which was quickly followed by his own pants and underwear. Now both exposed, your core throbbing with need as Bucky’s length rested against the inside of your thigh. Pleading in soft whimpers, you threw your head back when Bucky guided himself towards your entrance.

“I’ll take care of you, doll,” Bucky cooed, resting his head on you shoulder when he was seated, letting you adjust to his size. It always felt amazing, being this close to the man you’d grown to love over the span of a few months and every time it nearly sent you over the edge with just him entering.

“Please, Bucky, move,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around Bucky’s waist, digging your heels into his lower back, making him go deeper and you to moan. Bucky started to thrust, drawing them out in an agonizing pace when the only thing you wanted was to roll over the edge of ecstasy. Soon enough Bucky sensed your desperation, quickening the pace which drew out a whimper from you every time he was seated to the hilt, hitting your sweet spot and sucked another mark on the swell of your breast where no one, but him, would be able to see it. With your whole body tightening, Bucky put his hands in between your bodies, the pad of his thumb placing delicious pressure on your swollen and sensitive clit. With a low cry, you let the wave of pleasure roll over your body, limbs trembling when Bucky kept on with stimulating you, triggering his own orgasm. Long hot bursts was released, coating your walls and filling you up.

I miss him too. I miss Stevie. Not the little big punk we know. Got your smile - that lucky bastard.

Both Bucky and Steve sat outside in the waiting room while you talked to the doctor, Mr. Claud which had been a long time family friend. Nervous of the diagnosis you would get, your palms started to sweat and you worried on your bottom lip - scared of what the man would say.

“Miss Y/N,” Mr. Claud pushed his glasses back, looking up from the pieces of paper he had in a firm grip in his hand, but cutting him off was Bucky was crashed into the doctor’s office. After him was Steve, out of breath and face flushed in exertion.

“Buck-” Steve hissed, leaning on the door post to catch his breath, hand clutching his chest.

“Mr. Claud, she won't die, right?” Bucky looked at the doctor, lower lip quivering and eyebrows tightly knit together.

“No, Mr. Barnes, I would say the opposite,” Mr. Claud smiled through his moustache, putting the papers down on his desk.

“Miss Y/N is in fact pregnant and according to the blood work, I’d say she’s just about three months along.”

Bucky couldn't contain himself, jumping up in the air just after the word ‘pregnant’ had left the doctor’s lips. He repeated ‘You're pregnant!’ and ‘I’m gon’ be a father!’ over and over, kissing every inch of your face before looking down at your stomach, that you’d thought gotten a little bit bigger because you'd gained weight.

“Stevie, you're gonna be an uncle,” you cooed, smiling at the blond man still standing by the door post who now had one of the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, smile only growing bigger.

… It's bad that I look back at that summer night with joy, when you lied in the sofa screaming how you would kill me in over a dozen ways, but then he was born - I could not have been happier…

It was exhausting. Already two hours had passed and the child still wasn't about to come out. Bucky hoped for a girl, but you could almost feel that it was a little baby boy. Screaming out in pain, crushing every bone in Bucky’s hand, you heard the nurse cooing at you of how close it was.

“Soon doll, just hang in there,” Bucky whispered, thanking Steve as the blonde man took the cold damp cloth and cooled your forehead, trying to calm you down.

“Bucky, I will slit your throat if you don't shut up!” You growled, tugging at his hand as you let out a high pitched scream. Shortly followed after there was a gurgling scream.

“It’s a boy!” The nurse declares, cutting off the umbilical cord and cleaning your baby boy up before handing him over to you.

“I was thinking Steven Buchanan Barnes.” You looked up at you two boys, Bucky sporting a smile wide enough to reach his ears, while poor Steve was pale in the face, but even that couldn’t hinder a small smile spreading across his lips.

But don’t look at this as something tragic doll, I died for you and Stevie, to protect my family, your freedom. I want you to be happy, live a happy life with Stevie.

And I’m sorry for never asking you to marry me. You were already my girl my woman, and the drunken ceremony with Daisy was for me enough…

“I now declare you husband and wife!” Daisy screamed, knocking two empty whiskey bottles together creating a loud clang that rang through the apartment. You and Bucky laughed, unable to keep your hand to yourselves on the sofa.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky stated, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. Giggling, you replied, though it tapered out in a sad tone.

“I love you too, Sergeant.”

... but I wanted you to have a ring. I made one. Posted it, so I hope you’d gotten it. But doll, smile for me now. I’ll just be here waiting on the other side for you. ‘Til the end of the line.

- Your Bucky

[merigreenleaf]

World Building June 2018 - Day 25, Pockets

I think the best way to answer “What do people carry with them on a daily basis in your world?” is by answering for each of my main characters. Like with the “fun” prompt, my dorks are a good cross section of the types of people in Concordia. A quick note: I'd mentioned before that Concordians are big on pockets. Lots of pockets, even when it comes to someone like Firedrake who wears ball gowns and fancy dresses constantly. Most of the population is going to just carry things in their pockets, but my characters are a little different because they all spend their lives traveling. 

Adair: Adair basically only owns what he carries on a daily basis. The most important is his favorite paintbrush which he usually wears tucked behind his ear; this is the focus for his magic. His pockets are crammed full of paint, brushes, sketchbooks, pencils, pens, snacks, bits of string for fiddling with, a yoyo or two, more snacks... He also has a sling bag with many pockets that he wears across his chest to hold the overflow. Adair's unusual for an Artisan in a lot of ways and one of these is that he travels a lot as a cartographer and only owns what fits into a backpack, at least until he moves in with Blythe and has more of a home, even if the home itself moves. His backpack has a few changes of clothes (that are in perpetual need of washing), some toiletries, more spices and cooking supplies than you'd expect from someone who doesn't possess a kitchen, oh look more snacks, and a small calendar. He uses this to keep track of his hormone healing, birthdays, when his map needs to be finished by (circled in bright blue ink, underlined three times...), and he tries to remember to put a list of things he has to do on it, but inevitably he forgets and just writes it on his arm instead. His cat always rides around on his shoulders or on top of his backpack, so I guess he carries her around on a daily basis, too.

Info about the rest of the characters is under the read more link.

Blythe: As a Protectorate she can carry weapons, but most of these she hangs on the wall of her wagon-home. Usually she just carries a dagger on her belt and a small knife for plant clippings. Adair and Etri eventually buy her a pendant necklace with compartments for holding seeds and plant bits that she finds. She always carries her healing kit, which is a large briefcase/hard box type thing that she wears on a strap over her shoulder. In this are herbs, pre-mixed healing pastes for common injuries and illnesses, a book of healing patterns (she uses this to record new ones she makes rather than looking ones up because she's well on her way to memorizing all of them out of sheer stubbornness), a mortar and pestle, and water. Sol contributed by placing a tiny sun-like light in there so that she can carry a growing plant with her at all times. If she ever carries something less practical, it would be a small skein of yarn and a crochet hook. Otherwise her pockets just hold things like money, a notepad and pen, a few keys (to her wagon, the lead healer's wagon, and the twins' wagon), and I'm pretty sure she also carries around small things that would get each of her friends out of trouble. Or possibly a squirt bottle to spray them with when they do something stupid. Hey, it got the cat to stay out of her yarn basket.

Firedrake: Dray always has their favorite props-- a pair of gold dance swords/long daggers with dragon-headed hilts-- strapped to their back. These are the focus of their magic like Adair's paintbrush is to him. These daggers are blunt, but Dray does wear a small sharp knife strapped to their thigh; this is less because of needing protection in Concordia, more because where they grew up they had more need of something like this and they feel safer with it. The pockets of Dray's skirts hold boxes of matches, maybe a book, some money, and a hairbrush. Like Adair, Dray lives out of bags when traveling, but owns more than Adair so Dray doesn't always carry all their possessions around with them-- generally Dray leaves most of their stuff behind in whatever inn they're staying at. These bags are full of dance/performance props, stage costumes, Dray's extensive wardrobe and makeup collection... and also a few books, some junk food, and a small stuffed dragon that their mother gave them when they were little.

Etri: He wears knives strapped under his clothing: on his thigh under his long coat, a longer one across his back also under the coat, one up his sleeve in a wrist sheath, one in his boot... probably more, but he hasn't told me where they are yet. He keeps these hidden because he isn't a Protectorate and also because they aren't normal knives. They're made of a special metal that's good for banishing malicious shadow elementals. Because he has worked as a reverse-thief who returns stolen or ill-gained art back to artists, he keeps a roll of lockpicks tucked into a pocket inside the front of his coat and usually extra lockpicks hidden in his hair in case he's in a tight spot or doesn't have the roll. He often has a book shoved into a pocket of his coat alongside the lockpicks. He does carry a messenger-style bag because he keeps hourglasses/timers in there for when he needs to cross over to the world of the shadow elementals. (Time doesn't exist there, so he uses sand timers to gauge how long time has passed in the real world because gravity does exist in the other world.) In the bag he also has another book or two or five, a notebook for poetry or observations (he got started writing these down when working as a reverse-thief to keep track of potential thefts), and some money. He wears the focus of his magic (a firebreathing torch) strapped to his belt and like the others he always wears the identification ribbons for his carnival troupe. In his case he's a member of two troupes and both ribbons hang off his belt alongside the torch. (Blythe ties her braid with hers, Dray wears one in their hair usually braided into a small section, and Sol wears his knotted to the button holes of his vest.)

Sol: Remember the love of pockets I mentioned that people in Concordia have? Yeah, Sol takes this to an extreme. His vest is mostly pockets, his pants have tons of pockets (when he remembers to wear pants), his underpants probably have pockets, and if he wore shoes he'd probably have pockets in those, too. He fills these pockets with bits of trash he finds that could potentially be useful as invention parts, things that he finds that just look cool, snacks because he's almost as into food as Adair is, things he borrowed from his friends and meant to give back, things he found that he thinks his friends might like, a comb and hair gel, pencils and bits of loose paper for doodling invention ideas, glitter, and tools like screwdrivers and pliers and tweezers. His torch also hangs from his belt-- he learned magic from Etri, so they have the same focus even though a torch isn't something that's traditional back where they used to live. He always wears protective goggles often pushed up on his forehead. (Fun fact: Blythe told him that the goggles look good on him despite looking absolutely ridiculous because she was counting on “looking attractive” being enough of a draw that he wouldn't put them somewhere and forget about them. It worked. Sol is a little vain and kind of an idiot, but at least his eyes are safe from flying bits of metal.)

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cool, i have an hour to kill so im jst going to answer this dumb ask meme that i saw on my dash under a cut, bc i definitely do not have enough followers to engage w stuff like this the normal way

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?  spotify

is your room messy or clean? messy

what color are your eyes? brown

do you like your name? why? i’ve hated it for as long as i can remember. thinking it’s jst the combination of it being an unusual first name, being picked on for it a lot bc kids are mean, and having everyone around me insist that i’d love my name come adulthood bc it never ended up happening. i still want to change it legally but i have to figure out something i won’t tire of. “jackie” is working for now but idk abt committing to that one

what is your relationship status? disinterested

describe your personality in 3 words or less turbulent

what color hair do you have? dark brown

what kind of car do you drive? color? blue honda civic

where do you shop? forever 21, h&m, a few places online

how would you describe your style? trying too hard

favorite social media account i like kbnoswag on twitter lmao

what size bed do you have? queen

any siblings? jst col and my two step sisters

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? probably anchorage bc it’s scenic, the housing/rental market is abt the same as it is here, but the wages tend to be higher

favorite snapchat filter? when they make special versions of the dog filter for different holidays... i love those

favorite makeup brand(s) nyx mainly

how many times a week do you shower? i do it every day but if im in a shitty place mentally, i wont on my days off

favorite tv show? bojack horseman

shoe size? 9

how tall are you? 5′7″

sandals or sneakers? sneakers

do you go to the gym? i work out but i dnt go to a gym bc i’ve always had exercise equipment at home and my apartment has a fitness center, so i cant justify paying for a membership

describe your dream date i dream abt other things

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? $70

what color socks are you wearing? blue

how many pillows do you sleep with? 4 bc i love only using 2 and then kicking the other ones off my bed somehow when im asleep

do you have a job? what do you do? yeah, i’ve been doing hair for 4 odd years now

how many friends do you have? a decent handful but i only consider myself very close w two of them

whats the worst thing you have ever done? a lot probably but nothing rly sticks out to me as the objective “worst”

whats your favorite candle scent? yankee candle makes one called “golden sands” and i like that one a lot

3 favorite boy names/3 favorite girl names for various rzns i’d rather not answer the baby names question. pass

favorite actor? i can’t think of one off the top of my head, but i like jim carrey a lot

favorite actress? amy adams!

who is your celebrity crush? i’m not invested in famous ppl like that, but if you asked me this when i was 12, i’d have said pete wentz lmfao. probably my only one ever

favorite movie? this is hard lol. arrival, interstellar, and gone girl come to mind, though

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? i do. difficult to pick favorites bc i like more nonfiction stuff... i liked a brief history of time a lot

money or brains? brains. i have my own money

do you have a nickname? what is it? jackie is technically a nickname i guess. fati calls me “salvadore” and i hate it w a passion

how many times have you been to the hospital? a lot but i’ve only stayed there for an extended period 3 times

top 10 favorite songs stop they’re all special to me in different ways... 

do you take any medications daily? i did for a while

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) oily

what is your biggest fear? nothing that hasn’t already happened lol

how many kids do you want? none

whats your go to hair style? i cut it into a bob periodically and let it grow out until it annoys me, rinse and repeat til i die

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) average?

who is your role model? no one. all people are jst people

what was the last compliment you received? probably someone calling me smart or something. i hear it a lot but i dnt rly believe it

what was the last text you sent? “yes binch”

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? probably pretty young if i was ever lead to believe it period. i dnt remember ever having any faith in that

what is your dream car? i had my dream car and it was more of a hassle than anything. a good metaphor for life, probably

opinion on smoking? cigarettes? do whatever you want. weed? do whatever you want, but stop saying it cures cancer. meth/crack? maybe you should chill

do you go to college? that didn’t work out

what is your dream job? being able to sustain myself without one

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? suburbs definitely. lived in rural areas before. driving 30 minutes one way to the grocery store is not something i ever feel inclined to experience again.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? depends on what they are

do you have freckles? yes

do you smile for pictures? only when my mom makes me

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 2377

have you ever peed in the woods? no

do you still watch cartoons? i mean bojack is a cartoon. but ones for children, no

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? stan wendy

Favorite dipping sauce? chick fil a sauce

what do you wear to bed? long old tshirt and this jacket i have from middle school typically lol. i have 3 actual pairs of pajamas though

have you ever won a spelling bee? i’ve never had an opportunity to even enroll in one. my schools never ran them

what are your hobbies? i read and write a lot, still trying to kill the rolling stone 500 albums list, i paint sometimes, jst general Bitch Desperate For Escapism things

can you draw? i used to a lot more than i do now but i’m still halfway decent at it

do you play an instrument? guitar & bass. i’m better at bass. i’m better at guitar hero but that dznt count

what was the last concert you saw? fall out boy i think? i’m having trouble remembering if that was before or after roger waters

tea or coffee? both but tea is a little easier to make so i drink more of it

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? bux. jesus christ

do you want to get married? not planning on it

what is your crush’s first and last initial? i’m too disillusioned to feel that way abt ppl rn

are you going to change your last name when you get married? definitely not

what color looks best on you? pastels

do you miss anyone right now? yeah but it dznt matter

do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed

do you believe in ghosts? absolutely

what is your biggest pet peeve? when customers make a scissor cutting motion w their hands when they’re describing their haircut to me. it’s sooooo weird and stupid and idg why so many people do it

last person you called` ian

favorite ice cream flavor? mint chocolate chip

regular oreos or golden oreos? regular

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? i hate sprinkles bc they are pointless

what shirt are you wearing? a tank top

what is your phone background? my lock screen is a pic i took of the lacey street theater in fairbanks the first time i was there. my background is a pic i took in denali when i was there w ian

are you outgoing or shy? i want to socialize but i dnt know how. shy i guess?

do you like it when people play with your hair? no, honestly i find it rly unpleasant

do you like your neighbors? katie and alexis are the best drinking buddies anyone could ask for. isaac is great. everyone else i could take or leave

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? yes and both

have you ever been high? yeah

have you ever been drunk? constantly

last thing you ate? 1/2 of a jimmy johns veggie club

favorite lyrics right now uhhhh idk i dnt get stuck on music like that

summer or winter? winter

day or night? night

dark, milk, or white chocolate? i dnt rly like chocolate

favorite month? october

what is your zodiac sign gemini

who was the last person you cried in front of? ian

[beloved-judged]

Thoughts on the eve of a marriage

Three years ago, I promised I would marry Ogou Feraille after a series of lucid and numinous dreams and trance states. A dream of going up a square pole to a huge and beautiful house, of seeing a half-finished bedroom with a huge bed of carved wood battle scenes and iron gray sheets. It rained on the bed and I mourned with it. Such a beautiful bed to be open to the elements.

Two years ago, on realizing what a large commitment it would be, I asked for the time necessary to grow up. To be capable of honoring that commitment.

The rings, the last of the things I needed for the marriage, came in a week ago--for my ring, an iron ouroborus with 24k gold eyes. For his ring, a circle of iron with veins of gold, in kintsugi style.

At the end of this month, we'll be married.

I'm wearing my ring right now, anticipating the event and getting used to its surprisingly heavy weight on my finger. The ring is probably 6-8 oz, a good half pound of iron covered in the slight roughness of scales stamped into its thick band and a complicated knot of tail just before it enters the mouth of the serpent.

On my altars, his ring will live on top of Ferai's machete. My ring, I intend to wear daily: a symbol of commitment and frankly a beautiful work of art. It was a one-of-a-kind piece made by an artist that he couldn't seem to sell for years before I saw it and bought it.

The last few weeks have been an exercise in surprises.

Maybe I'd better say up front that I've spent most of my life feeling distinctly not feminine. There's been no room for... softness. Kindness. I'm taller than average, I run muscular if not obviously so, I've been in a lot of physical fights, and I've been the person making the sacrifices so other people could eat, or sleep. I've been the person wearing the same clothes worn to bits because the kids needed clothes, skipping meals because I can get by on one a day if I have to.

I've been the person checking out the noises in the night and sometimes sleeping in front of the front door, weapon in hand.

On top of that, watching my father control my mother with his money, watching my mother's family (which is, despite their protests, wealthy) do terrible things to one another over money, and going to quite a few religious private schools--well, let's just say that when it comes to male-female relationships where a man provides, I've been downright avoidant.

The idea terrified me.

Since I moved to Florida, I keep ending up in conversations with veterans. They have uniformly indicated that they find me feminine, that they're horrified I haven't been in relationships where men took care of safety and to varying degrees money, and that they're generally disgusted by the relationships I've been in.

Oddly, I find their presence very comforting. I say this as someone who has trouble sleeping on the best days and has had to take a lot of medications for it: I've actually almost fallen asleep like a weary child in the middle of the day, trusting that if something happened, I'd be okay.

I didn't even feel this comfortable as a child, because trust me, you did not want to sleep too deeply in a house with my immediate family. Being homeless as a child cured me of the rest of the ability to sleep through the night.

A part of me is uncomfortable with all this--what am I doing sitting in a room full of men carrying guns and knives who actually have a documented kill count and who feel most comfortable armed?

I usually avoid men like this. I've had enough trouble with violence without adding people taught to perform institutional violence.

And yet.... and yet all I seem to be feeling when they're around is peaceful.

And yet... I feel soft.

And yet I remember being so angry, deep down in my soul, as I pulled the couch in front of the door and curled up around a claw hammer, because I knew that I shouldn't have to, feeling despair that it would be me falling into that position.

No one else could do it. No one else would do it. It was me laying in the dark, sandy eyes staring at the slow transit of the streetlights on the opposite wall, stumbling into work the next day in ill-fitting boots sticky with the blood of popped blisters and skin raw around a knife stuffed into the top of it, scanning traffic and over my own shoulder for a familiar face.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely will employ violence to defend myself. But I find myself remembering being angry at the universe because violence is... because I felt as if I should not have to employ violence. As if it were fundamentally wrong that me, personally, should be who was employing it.

For a time, I genuinely hated the people around me who managed to get through their lives without knowing what these things are like.

What's on offer, from the veterans around me, is something I've never had. I've never been protected. Not as a child, not as an adult.

It's always been me, trying to outsmart the world, trying to figure out how to survive this time, trying to figure out (since before I was 18) how to ensure that my friends and loved ones survive as well.

I can't contemplate my marriage to Ogou Feraille without thinking about these changes in my life. The traditional marriage compact with him includes those things I've been running from my whole life: protection, but a protection that does not include breaking me to make me fit a mold. A husband to take care of me, to ensure that I would not be alone, that there would be someone to turn to.

I seem to be uncovering acres of things I thought were dead in me, ranging from a surprisingly passionate and emotional nature (seriously, I didn't cry for a decade. Or smile.) to the urge to nurture and deeply appreciate someone. I want to be the soul and warmth to someone, to pour out all these things in me that appear to have been dammed up.

As silly as it sounds, I genuinely thought that part of me was dead and I wondered if it ever existed in the first place. Where did I ever have an outlet for it?

And now, on the eve of this, I find myself contemplative. I thought I knew myself, but I am finding that I do not.

While I am anxious, hoping that I am capable now of honoring that commitment, I am also... excited. And I feel oddly tender.

I hope he comes down yelling, which my papa says is a good sign. I also hope he comes down feeling as tender as I do, or at least that I can share that with him.

And some small, nagging part me of says that I hope he comes down at all, so used to being abandoned and so unsure that anything this beautiful is for me.

A red dress. I promised I would make myself up fully (I rarely wear makeup). A set of rings. A mass of wildly wavy hair. I will stand barefoot on the concrete in front of the altar.

Here I am, Ogou Feraille. Will you still have me?

[sunshineoptimismandangels]

Spangled Banner by Sunshineoptimismandangels

Summary: With Kurt too busy this year to plan Blaine has to take responsibly for their Halloween costumes... meaning that Blaine finally gets to dress up as he favorite Superheroes! (Based on a Tumblr prompt). Word Count: 2,470 Status: Complete AO3 | FF.net

Kurt usually had his costume planned a month in advance of Halloween. He usually made it himself with a little help from Amazon when it came to ordering wigs or makeup. He usually took polaroids and made patterns and had all the details sewn up long before October 31st rolled around. Usually. This year was different.

Kurt had been flustered with NYADA, his internship at Vogue and work at the diner. It was all a lot and as much as Kurt loved dressing up he kept putting it off. By mid-October Kurt hadn't shown any signs of being Halloween ready and it seemed to Blaine that if they were going to have costumes this year he was going to need to take the lead.

Blaine leaned against the doorframe of their workroom watching Kurt as he sewed an assignment for his period costumes class at NYADA.

"We could go as Real Housewives." Blaine suggested, it wasn't his first suggestion, but Kurt hadn't been excited by anything yet. "That could be funny."

Kurt remained bent over his sewing machine, but his face twisted up in disdain and Blaine laughed, "Okay not Real Housewives. How about… you could be Gordan Ramsey and I could be Aarón Sanchez?"

Kurt lifted his foot from the sewing machine pedal and finally looked up at Blaine, "Better… and I'm not trying to be difficult, but what if we steered away from reality TV this year?"

Blaine nodded, "Sure." He thought for a moment knowing what he wanted to suggest. "We could go as superheroes…" He muttered under his breath.

Blaine had wanted to suggest that from the start, but Kurt didn't like to dress up as anything obvious and superhero costumes were wildly popular. Still, Blaine really wanted to go as a superhero, he loved the big blockbuster movies, the comics, the fanfiction – really, he loved it all.

"Okay." Kurt turned back to his sewing machine, foot on the pedal making it whir to life.

"Okay?" Blaine stood straight from the doorframe as excitement beginning to thrum through him, "Really?"

"Yeah." Kurt nodded, eyes still on his sewing, "Who do you want to be? Who's your favorite?"

"Bruce Banner." Blaine answered without hesitation, he loved Bruce Banner. Smart and sexy... a reluctant but courageous superhero. And Mark Ruffalo wasn't so bad himself.

Kurt smiled, "Great. Then you be Banner and I'll be Captain America. That way we're both Avengers. I'll work on my costume after I finish this project."

"Great. Great!" Blaine's mind was already spinning with ideas.

Kurt looked up once more, smiling broadly, "You should have just said you wanted to do that Blaine, I can be excited about any idea you're excited about." He pulled the sleeve he was sewing out of the machine to inspect it, "Besides you'll make a great Bruce Banner."

*********** Blaine was ecstatic. Halloween was his second favorite Holiday, just barely beneath Christmas, and his tradition with Kurt of having corresponding costumes made it all the better. Blaine started his research immediately. Googling photos of Bruce Banner. Watching The Avengers (again) one evening when Kurt had to work late. Going from online store to online store until he found the perfect clothing that looked spot on like purple shirt and tan/gray suit Bruce so often wore in the movie stills. Blaine even found vanity glasses that were a perfect match to Banner's - then he spent time practicing his hairstyle so he'd have that scatterbrained rumpled look Bruce so easily pulled off.

Kurt on the other hand kept putting off getting his costume together.

Blaine offered to help, but Kurt turned him down every time. It was a matter of pride for Kurt to make his own costume. A week out from Halloween though Kurt flopped down to next to Blaine on the couch, immediately leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder as Blaine instinctively wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked as Kurt let out a long sigh.

"I started on my Captain America costume today and... I just don't have enough time to get everything done that I want to do with it!"

Blaine placed a kiss to Kurt's hair, "It's suppose to be fun. Don't stress yourself out. We could just order you a costume." Kurt sat up quickly almost hitting Blaine's chin with his head.

"Are you serious? That's sacrilege!"

"Kurt, it isn't so bad. I ordered all my stuff."

"But not as a prepackaged costume, you found all our items piece by piece."

"Lots of people buy prepackaged-"

Blaine was cut off by Kurt pressing his fingers against Blaine's lips. "Lots of people do, and that's fine for them. I don't do that."

Blaine smiled under Kurt's fingertips before kissing them lightly as Kurt pulled his hand back, "Okay. I just didn't want you to stress about it."

"I'm going to stress about it Blaine. That's a given. All I want from you is tell me my costume will be great no matter what."

"Kurt, if you're making it then it will be fantastic."

Kurt smiled sweetly and then crumpled back down leaning into Blaine's side and yawning, "Yes. Yes, it will."

Blaine didn't see Kurt's costume at all before Halloween – He was working on it in his off time at Vogue making use of their sewing room and supplies. Kurt seemed to be putting a lot of effort into it now that he was in the spirit of things, but secretly Blaine was grateful Kurt didn't have as much time to work on his costume as usual because Blaine was having doubts about his own outfit.

Everything Blaine ordered had come in and Blaine laid it out on the bed to look at it. A new suit, a purple button down dress shirt and a pair of rimless glasses… that was it. He could easily switch out the suit jacket for a lab coat but still… what had he done? In the whole-wide world of superheroes, Blaine had chosen a costume that meant dressing up like a normal guy. A suit and a dress shirt? He was going to look like Blaine Anderson – in glasses.

Blaine ran his hands through his hair and sighed. It would be okay. Kurt barely had any time to work on his Captain America, this would just be the year they looked back on and laughed about because they both didn't meet the mark in the costume department. It would still be fun.

Kurt came home in a rush on Halloween, "I'm going to shower and get the smell of French fry grease out of my pours." Kurt said kissing Blaine quickly on the cheek, "Then we're off! You better get your costume on!"

Blaine watched Kurt go – loving the way he moved, fast, a little clumsy as he nearly ran into the corner he was rounding, but very always sexy – then Kurt disappeared into the bathroom, his costume held over his shoulder in a garment bag. Blaine still hadn't seen it, he was worried Kurt was embarrassed by it, but even with the limited time Kurt had to work on things there was no way his costume could be any worse than Blaine's feeble attempt at a "superhero".

Blaine slipped into his outfit, slacks, loafers, button down shirt – then he held up the suit jacket in one hand and the lab coat he'd purchased last minute in the other, Kurt could help him decide which to wear. He heard the shower turn off and expect Kurt to join him as slipped on his Bruce Banner glasses and stood in front of the mirror for an embarrassingly long time getting his tousled curls just right. Once he felt there wasn't really anything else to do he checked the time, they needed to leave soon. Where was Kurt?

"Kurt?" Blaine called scooping up his jacket options and heading out to the hallway, "Kurt are you ready yet?"

He walked into the living room to find Kurt leaning over and hopping on one foot as he attempted to pull on red thigh-high boot.

Blaine froze in his tracks. His mouth suddenly dry and his stomach swooping.

Kurt was wearing tight blue pants that made his already flawless ass look positively delectable. He straightened up as he got the boot on and Blaine almost wanted to whimper. The cut of Kurt's costume made his waist look trim and his shoulders broad. And his arms? God, that wasn't even fake padded muscles, Kurt's arms really just looked that good in the skintight blue shirt he wore.

Kurt turned around with a smile on his lips, he didn't have the Captain America mask on, but his hair was parted and styled in 1940s fashion and the blue of his eyes stood out, matching the blue of his outfit.

He looked spectacular.

Blaine took a step forward, the sudden urge to peel Kurt's beautiful costume off his even more beautiful body was a low, hot rumble in his stomach.

"Oh wait!" Kurt said smiling, oblivious to the way Blaine was feeling seeing his fiancé dressed as Steve Rogers, "I have the shield too!" Kurt reached to the couch where an almost perfect replica of Captain America's shield laid. He held it up in front of himself and struck pose, his expression growing serious as if he was ready to fight off Hydra right then and there.

Blaine stood silent staring at him, Kurt's sexiness aside, Blaine was having trouble processing how he had completed such a textbook spot-on outfit in the time he'd had to work on it. The red, white and blue pattern on the front was perfect, it fit him to a tee, the shield looked real and Kurt looked every inch the part of a daring superhero.

While Blaine was wearing slacks and a button down.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked standing up straight and letting his shield arm drop, "I know it isn't great, but for the amount of time I had…"

Blaine took another step towards him, "No, no Kurt. Are you kidding? It is incredible. How did you… you look… wow."

Kurt smiled again, his cheeks growing a little rosy at Blaine's praise.

"You look ready for a movie set and this shield?" Blaine reached out and let his fingers trail down it, "How?"

"Paper mache and metallic paint. This was the third attempt."

Blaine shook his head in amazement, "You are remarkable."

Kurt beamed at him, bouncing on his heels little.

"And I…" Blaine looked down at his outfit, stomach dropping, he looked like he was going to a corporate interview, not out to a Halloween party in costume.

"You look good enough to eat." Kurt's voice took on that low almost raspy timbre Kurt slipped into when he was particularly turned on.

"What?" Blaine's head snapped up in surprise to find Kurt looking at him through his lashes, his bottom lip between his teeth.

Kurt took another step towards him, brushing the hair on Blaine's forehead with his fingertips before trailing his hand down Blaine's face and neck to his chest. "Just one change." Kurt said unbuttoning a couple buttons on Blaine's shirt. "Since you seem to be going for sexy Bruce Banner you might as well go all out."

"Sexy?" Blaine said, "I don't… I wasn't trying for that."

Kurt looked up to meet his eyes, "Oh? So this is all just natural then?" He's eyes were dark as they raked over Blaine, "Purple looks amazing on you and you should do your hair that way more often." He leaned in to whisper in Blaine's ear, "It almost makes me want to stay home and slowly take this costume off you."

Blaine chuckled in surprise, happiness and desire bubbling in his chest, "I don't really like my costume, I look like just a normal, boring guy."

Kurt backed up just enough to look Blaine in the face, his expression confused, "Normal guy? You look exactly like Bruce Banner, I mean you were made for this costume, and trust me there is nothing boring about you. Ever." Kurt lowered his voice again, "You look really hot."

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck feeling much better about his costume now than he had just moments ago, "Oh well," Blaine smiled, "If you say so."

"I do." Kurt grabbed Blaine's lapels and pulled him in for a firm and passionate kiss.

Blaine dropped his jackets in favor of holding on to Kurt – they were both a little breathless once they pulled back.

"You're sure you want to go out tonight?" Kurt whispered holding Blaine close.

Blaine thought about it a moment – staying in with Kurt was very tempting, especially with him in that outfit, but Halloween only came once a year. Beside the way Kurt looked right now, Blaine wanted to show him off a little. "I think we should go out and have fun. We can leave the undressing each other part of the evening for later."

Kurt smiled as if he hoped that was what Blaine would say and then leaned down and picked up Blaine's jackets, "Lab coat I think." He said holding it out. Blaine slipped it on while Kurt grabbed his shield and mask.

"You know," Blaine said as Kurt held open the front door for him, "You put Chris Evans to shame."

"Oh please," Kurt said rolling his eyes, but looking obviously flattered. He locked the door behind them and Blaine reached out for his hand, "And…" Blaine leaned in, "No matter how many Captain Americas we see tonight, none of them have anything on your ass in that costume."

Kurt laughed and pulled him down the hall, "Come on Sexy Bruce Banner. Let's go to this party before you make me change my mind about going out tonight!"

End Notes:

Prompt: Kurt and Blaine deciding on Halloween costumes. Right now it's between Thor/Hulk (with Blaine as Banner, not Hulk) or Wonder Woman/Steve (with Blaine as Steve). Mostly Blaine is torn between being excited that they are doing a superhero theme and disappointed that his half of the costume is just dressing as a regular guy.