#hes a well adjusted young man! with his gf!

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Btw The Talented Mr. Ripley is the best film ever made. If you even care.

[ddejavvu]

MEIII!!!! Hope you had a good day!!!!

I was thinking 🤔🤔🤔 an ex gf of Hotch comes to work w the BAU & they hadn’t told anyone abt it but the Bau girls help R unpack find photo albums old pictures of her and their boss (hot)

You had intended to be more careful when letting your new teammates dig through boxes in your apartment, but they had each brought over bottles of wine as housewarming gifts, and the first thing you'd come across were your glasses. So now that there's a healthy buzz over your brain, making it just a little bit hard to focus, you don't notice Penelope reaching into the box that says memories.

She squeals at a baby picture of you, an album full of your childhood memories in her hands. You think nothing of it, still slightly intoxicated to where you don't forsee the next album she'll pick up. Emily and JJ flock to her side, crooning and cooing over your past self, but when they shut the album and reach for the next, and your brain finally switches on, you're not fast enough to stop them.

"Woah, that guy- holy shit," Emily laughs, her own mind clouded as she points sloppily at the man kissing your cheek in the first photo, "That guy looks like Hotch."

JJ snorts, but Penelope falls silent.

Of course, you think, of course she's seen pictures of when he was younger. You'd expect nothing less from the BAU's resident snoop.

"That is Hotch," She breathes, alcohol be damned as she puts the puzzle pieces together, "Oh my god, you dated Hotch!"

"Oh," Emily laughs, eyes wide and giddy and dazed, "You dated Hotch!"

"I- I didn't date Hotch," You huff exasperatedly, wine forgotten on the counter, "I dated a man from law school. He was not the same person."

"You mean this was before someone shoved a stick up his ass?" JJ eyes you incredulously, "I thought it was placed there at birth."

"He doesn't have a stick up his ass!" You feel the inexplicable urge to defend your boss, despite him having left you reeling in college, "He's- he's got issues. Stuff you don't even know about. Everyone does, we've all- we've all got issues."

"What happened?" Penelope asks, her voice soft and worried, "He didn't cheat on you, did he?"

"No!" You let out a huffy laugh, "No, he didn't cheat on me. We just parted ways because- well, our schedules were tight. We never saw each other, when I had a day off he was working, and vice versa. He wanted someone with a more adjustable schedule."

"That's not fair," Penelope's eyes glaze over with tears, that you're sure are only partially from the wine she's consumed, "That's not fair, to stop loving someone because they're busy. He was busy too, what- why were you the problem?"

"It wasn't like that," You gush, but it was entirely like that, "Listen, we were both stressed all the time. I don't know if you've ever tried to be lawyers, but it sucks. And- and we never saw each other, and we were young, and stupid, and we hated our jobs but we couldn't quit, and- and it was a mess! And I'm glad," You peter off your emotional speech with a soft whimper, "I'm glad he found someone who had the time to love him. Because both of us deserved that, just-" You sniffle, your eyes stinging with tears, "Only one of us got it."

"Oh, honey," JJ laments, reaching for you with both hands now that her wine glass is set aside. You dodge her hands, though, excusing yourself with a shitty excuse and a hurried walk to the bathroom.

There's no tissues. Of course there's no tissues, you haven't had a moment to live in this apartment since you'd set foot in it. Work was always getting in the way, like it had for your entire life.

You're not angry at Aaron for leaving you. You weren't a good fit for each other, not with your careers taking off as they were. In all honesty, you might have broken up with him yourself if it had gone on any longer. But you're jealous in a way, that he found someone who had the time for him while you didn't. And that's not his fault, you shouldn't be resentful that he found love just because you didn't. Your feelings for him comes from loneliness, not anger. But they read the same, and you're sure your new teammates think you're silently raging at your new unit chief.

After a quick wash of your face in the sink and a makeshift toilet paper tissue, you step back out into the living room, three pairs of eyes trained immediately on you.

"I appreciate that you're taking my side here," You hum, a knot in your throat the size of a fist, "But it's a closed matter. We haven't spoken in years, and I feel like we still haven't. He's different now, he's not the man I dated, and I would like it if you would be able to forget that this happened."

Emily is the first to speak up, "Okay. Okay, honey, we understand. But- but please don't ignore your feelings if they're starting to resurface. At the very least, you deserve closure."

"And hey," JJ smiles, trying to look eager but looking mostly sad, "If you wanna give things another shot, he's single and you work with him. At least all the time you spend working now is with him, too."

"Yeah," You let out a light chuckle, still bogged down by the ghost of the tears you'd wiped away in the bathroom. Penelope can't take it anymore, and rushes in for a squeeze.

"Oh, sweetheart," She gushes, "It'll work out! I bet you're gonna have this crazy-sweet second chance romance kind of thing, and we'll all be at your wedding!"

"Slow down," You laugh, thankful that you have her shoulder to snuggle into, "We haven't even acknowledged that we used to date yet. Let's wait until the proposal to start talking about the wedding."

A good-natured laugh is shared throughout your small apartment, and the photo album is set back in its box for safekeeping. They give you the courtesy of unpacking it yourself, just in case any stray memories come to haunt you. You're grateful for it, and it's easy to slip back into your wine-fueled giggle fest while working on your bookshelf instead.

--

Mere miles away, Aaron is sitting on the floor of his bedroom. There's a photo album in his lap, one half of a pair, the other half of which he hopes isn't in a landfill somewhere. His eyes are trained on a photo you'd taken on winter break from your sophomore year of school, skis strapped to your feet and poles in your hands as Aaron hugged you from behind. You'd done the Titanic pose on the side of the ski hill, your arms outstretched and Aaron's face twisted over your shoulder to gaze endearingly at you. It's a blurry photo, because your friends had taken it from the bottom of the slope, but the memories of it are crisp in his head.

He hears the patter of little feet down the hallway, and doesn't have the energy to close the book before Jack sees it.

"Daddy?" His son's little voice asks, "Who's that?"

"Do you recognize," He hums, flipping to a clearer picture of the two of you, and pointing to himself, "Him?"

Jack's face scrunches, nose wrinkled and eyes squinted, "Is that you, daddy?"

"It is me," Aaron chuckles, "I looked younger, huh?"

"Yeah," Jack nods emphatically, poking at his dad's cheeks, 'Now you have wrinkles."

Aaron scoffs, "Thanks, bud. What'cha need?"

"I'm just bored," Jack huffs, looking back at the picture displayed in the book, "That's not Mommy. Why are you kissing her?"

"I met her before I met your mommy," Aaron hums, ghosting his pointer finger over the page, "But we broke up. Then your mommy and I got married."

"Why did you break up?" Jack cocks his head to the side, "You didn't love her as much as Mommy?"

"I loved her," Aaron muses, "But we both had really busy jobs. And we never saw each other, so it made us sad. So we broke up so that we wouldn't be so sad anymore."

"Oh." Jack frowns, "Okay. I'm sorry you were sad."

"It's okay, buddy," Aaron slings an arm around Jack's side, kissing his chubby cheek, "I'm not sad anymore. Well- sort of. Do you know why I'm looking at these pictures?"

Jack shakes his head, "Mm-mm. Why?"

"She joined my team," Aaron informs his son, watching the gears in his brain turn. "So I'm a little bit sad now, because seeing her makes me remember how sad I was when we broke up."

"But," Jack drags out the vowel, "If she's on your team now, then you see her all the time! And you were sad because you didn't get to see her, but now you can be happy again!"

"That's- uh, kind of." Aaron shuts the book, turning to face Jack fully, "I think I might be a little bit sad forever about us breaking up."

"Forever," Jack frowns, relying heavily on the fact that he's been told he'll never be sad forever, "Why?"

"Because we can't fix it." Aaron sighs, "We can't go back in time and stay together."

"But you can date her now," Jack prods, and wow, Aaron needs to give him more credit, "Why do you have to be sad forever?"

"You'd be okay with me dating someone else?" Aaron asks carefully, "Someone who isn't your Mommy?"

"It it makes you happy again," Jack nods, "I don't want you to be sad forever, Daddy."

Aaron's struck with tears that he tries to tamp down. His nose runs, and he sniffles shakily, "Thank you, bud. You're sweet, you know that?"

"Mm-hm," Jack nods, "Penny tells me."

"Yes she does," Aaron laughs, a watery sound as he pulls Jack in for a hug, "Every time she makes you cookies, she tells you you're sweeter. You should know by now."

"So," Jack gets right to the point, "Are you gonna date her again, Daddy?"

"I don't know," Aaron hums, "Maybe. I have to ask her, first. And I don't think I should ask her right away."

"You should share your lunch with her," Jack instructs, "I gave Ellie one of my oreos at lunch, and now she's my girlfriend."

Aaron's brows raise, "Wow. Do you like having a girlfriend?"

"Yeah." Jack nods simply, "She's nice to me. We take turns pushing each other on the swings."

"Well, maybe we'll both have girlfriends soon," Aaron grins at his son, "Do you think we should go out on a double date? Like, we both take our girlfriends out to eat together?"

"Yeah!" Jack shouts, enthused by the idea, "We should go to get ice cream, though. Ellie really likes chocolate."

"Okay," Aaron chuckles, letting Jack wander off to pick through his toy box, renewed hope in his chest at the thought of sitting side-by-side with you in an ice cream parlor, "Sounds like a plan, bud!"

[muiitoloko]

Could you please write an imagine bring Alan’s gf and he has a meet and greet with a photo op and you surprise him. At first he doesn’t really notice who’s next in line, perhaps he’s preoccupied with something? Maybe checking his phone between fans because you haven’t been answering him and he looks up to see you’re waiting for him

Title: The Queue for You

Summary: Alan Rickman is thrown off-guard when his girlfriend secretly joins his fan line, proving that even celebrities aren’t immune to playful surprises.

Pairing: Alan Rickman × Fem! Reader

Warnings: None

Author's Notes: Thank you very much for your request!

Also read on Ao3

The bright lights of the venue reflected off Alan Rickman’s distinguished features as he adjusted his scarf and prepared for the next fan to approach. The meet-and-greet had been planned weeks in advance, and despite his love for his fans, today his heart simply wasn’t in it. His mind was somewhere else—on you.

The line of fans extended far out the door, each one holding books, DVDs, and memorabilia from his long and celebrated career. Alan did his best to keep his charm intact, smiling warmly as the next fan, a young woman clutching a copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, stepped forward.

“Oh, Mr. Rickman! It’s such an honor to meet you,” she gushed, her voice trembling with excitement. “Your portrayal of Professor Snape was... it was just so perfect. No one else could have done it like you.”

Alan forced a polite smile, his baritone voice steady. “That’s very kind of you to say. Though I must admit, Snape’s wardrobe wasn’t exactly designed for comfort. I often wondered if he secretly wanted to join Gryffindor, just for a lighter wardrobe.”

The fan laughed, clearly enchanted, and Alan dutifully posed for the photograph as the professional photographer clicked away. He tilted his head slightly, ensuring the fan was framed in the best light.

“Thank you so much!” the fan said as she stepped away, clutching her autographed book like a priceless treasure.

“You’re most welcome,” Alan replied, his tone gentle, though his heart wasn’t entirely present.

As the next fan approached, Alan glanced at his phone on the table beside him. Still nothing. You hadn’t replied to his good morning message, and now, by the afternoon, he was nearly unraveling with worry. He told himself he was being irrational. After all, you’d only been dating for a short while—just a few weeks. But Alan, ever the private romantic, had fallen for you faster and deeper than he cared to admit. And your silence gnawed at him.

The next fan was a middle-aged man holding a well-loved DVD of Die Hard. Alan immediately slipped into his professional charm.

“Yippee-ki-yay, I assume?” Alan quipped, his wry humor drawing a laugh from the man.

“Yes! You were the best villain in film history,” the man declared.

Alan chuckled softly, though it was slightly forced. “Hans Gruber was certainly... resourceful. Though, between you and me, I think he overcomplicated things. A good cup of tea would have solved many of his problems.”

The man beamed as the camera clicked, and Alan shook his hand firmly before gesturing for the next fan to step forward. His gaze flickered back to his phone for a brief moment. Still no message. His stomach tightened.

Another fan, this one dressed as Snape, approached with an elaborate costume and a wand in hand. The fan dramatically flicked the wand, reciting a spell with a mock serious expression. Alan smiled faintly, playing along. “I see Severus is here to make sure I haven’t forgotten my lines. Very kind of you.”

The fan laughed, and Alan posed for the photo, his mind wandering back to you even as he maintained his composed exterior. What if he’d said something wrong? What if his feelings for you were already too much? Too fast? He chastised himself silently.

As the fan moved on, Alan reached for his water glass, taking a small sip to calm his nerves. The meet-and-greet continued, a parade of enthusiastic faces, heartfelt compliments, and eager requests for selfies. Alan appreciated every one of his fans, but today, their energy couldn’t pierce the fog of his anxiety.

Finally, during a brief break, he discreetly checked his phone again. Still nothing. His fingers hovered over the screen, tempted to call you, but he resisted. He didn’t want to appear overbearing. He placed the phone face down on the table with a sigh, forcing his focus back to the line of waiting fans.

The next in line was a teenage girl clutching a framed photograph of Alan as Colonel Brandon. “This is my mum’s favorite movie,” she said shyly. “She couldn’t come today, so I’m here to get this signed for her.”

Alan’s expression softened, his natural warmth breaking through his worry. “A thoughtful daughter and good taste in films. Your mother raised you well.”

The girl blushed, smiling as Alan signed the photograph and posed for the picture. He noticed how her hands shook slightly, and his baritone voice softened further. “Do tell your mum I said hello. And thank her for her love of Jane Austen.”

“I will!” the girl said, her smile radiant as she stepped away.

His attention wasn’t on the fan waiting nearby or even on the polite thank-yous that rolled off his tongue. His focus was on the cell phone in his hand. He glanced at it for what felt like the hundredth time, still no reply from you. His thumb hovered over your contact name.

Would he seem pathetic if he called you now? It wasn’t even midday.

The murmur of the line shifted slightly, a fan stepping forward to stand before him. Alan only registered her presence when she spoke, her tone enthusiastic but warm. “You looked amazing in Gambit, Mr. Rickman. That movie is one of my favorites.”

Alan thanked her absentmindedly, his voice kind but distant as he tapped out a quick message to you: “Just checking in. Hope your day’s going well.” His attention was so split that her next comment hit him like a rogue gust of wind.

“And I must say,” she continued with a playful smirk, “your ass looked great on the big screen.”

Alan froze mid-message, his thumb hovering over the send button as her audacious words registered. Slowly, deliberately, he put the phone down and turned his full attention to the fan in front of him.

His hazel eyes widened slightly in surprise as they landed on you. There you stood, smiling mischievously, an amused glint in your eyes as if daring him to respond. Alan’s mind scrambled to reconcile the casual, flirty line with the image of his girlfriend standing in a fan queue.

“[Your Name],” he said, his baritone voice tinged with disbelief. “What on earth are you doing here?”

Your smile grew wider, the glint in your eye softening. “I thought I’d surprise you. Spent hours in that line, too. You wouldn’t believe how many fans tried to cut in front of me.”

Alan leaned back in his chair, folding his arms as his initial shock gave way to a chuckle. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or concerned that my own girlfriend stood in line with my fans to see me.”

“You should be both,” you teased, stepping closer to the table. “I’m serious about that Gambit comment, though. Never thought I’d see my boyfriend’s backside with a whole audience.”

Alan laughed, a deep, genuine sound that turned a few heads in the queue. He shook his head in disbelief, his signature wry humor kicking in. “If I’d known, I might have reconsidered the scene entirely. Though I suppose the film had its moments.”

You leaned on the edge of his table, ignoring the curious glances from nearby fans. “Its moments? Alan, it was art. The whole scene was practically Shakespearean.”

Alan’s lips twitched into a sly smile. “I think Shakespeare would roll in his grave if he heard that comparison. Though, I admit, this is the best review I’ve had all day.”

The fans behind you began whispering amongst themselves, some even recognizing you from your own work. Alan noticed but didn’t seem to care. His attention was locked on you, his hand brushing over yours as he leaned closer.

“I don’t believe you waited in that line,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a more private register. “You could have just called me.”

You shrugged, grinning. “And miss the chance to surprise you? Where’s the fun in that?”

Alan tilted his head, his hazel eyes warm and full of affection. “You do have a flair for the dramatic. Perhaps we should find you a role in one of my next projects.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you replied, leaning closer. “Now, are you going to sign my photo or not?”

Alan laughed again, shaking his head as he reached for a blank headshot. “If I don’t, I imagine I’ll never hear the end of it.”

As he signed, he glanced up at you, his eyes filled with quiet gratitude. “Thank you for this,” he said softly. “For waiting, for showing up. I needed this more than I realized.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “Anytime, Alan. Always.”

The fan queue began murmuring more audibly, some snapping pictures of the sweet exchange. Alan ignored them, his focus entirely on you. For the rest of the day, his mood remained noticeably lighter, and he couldn’t help but glance toward the spot where you now lingered nearby, a supportive presence amidst the whirlwind of fans.

Later, as the event wrapped up, Alan made a point to slip away and find you. Together, you walked through the quieting venue, his arm draped over your shoulders as he murmured, “Next time, don’t stand in line for hours. Just come straight to me.”

You smirked, leaning into him. “And miss the chance to tell you in front of all your fans that your ass is great? Never.”

Alan chuckled, shaking his head as his grip on you tightened. “You’re insufferable,” he said affectionately.

“And you love it,” you quipped, earning another laugh from the man who hadn’t stopped smiling since you arrived.

[thegirlwiththeblush]

Why Would You Be Loved

Eloise Bridgerton x Cressida Cowper

Word count: 3.1k

Fandom: Bridgerton

Warnings: Mention of r*pe/assault, Regency-era swearing

Song Inspiration: Why Would You Be Loved? by Hozier

Summary: Inspired by Hozier's Why Would You Be Loved?, a short angst piece for the should-be lovers Eloise Bridgerton and Cressida Cowper, in which Eloise opens up and Cressida becomes very protective.

a/n: Special thanks to @vorsdany and @jinxs-gf for sharing the prompt/writing with me, and to the former for being my first victim (proofreading). Anyways, stan Creloise, bye

“Ugh, what a bird-witted gibface.”

Eloise’s jaw dropped a little upon hearing these words from her highly sophisticated friend, and turned with a shocked grin. “Cressida!” She tried to contain her sadistic delight. “Not so loud, you’ll get us in trouble!” She glanced around to check for onlookers before continuing. “But just to be clear, we’re looking at the same person?”

Cressida smirked a little and raised an eyebrow. “I believe so.”

They both gazed in the direction of a tall, swaggering young man, Mr Connolly, who was at that moment chatting up a group of mothers and their daughters. His curly brown hair bounced as he nodded his head up and down, a sleazy grin spreading across his face, and his sideburns encroached on the corners of his lips to a point that made the girls grimace.

“I remember when Anthony’s facial hair much resembled his,” Eloise murmured, eliciting a small smile from Cressida. “I never did care for it then.”

The man sported a bright purple tailcoat over a yellow waistcoat and dress shirt, along with light pink trousers, and Cressida couldn’t help but notice a similitude between him and an exotic bird. Goodness, she had to stop smiling to herself like this, she almost definitely looked suspicious.

“Does he ever win any of them over?” Cressida enquired, trying to distract herself from his appearance. “The girls with his wooing or the mothers with his grovelling?”

“Well,” Eloise replied, sighing, “he’s yet to find a suitor, and this is his third season at it, so, I suppose not.”

“Pompous saucebox,” Cressida muttered, evoking a fit of giggles from Eloise, and the two of them sauntered across the ballroom floor to avoid attention.

A myriad of colours surrounded the pair, twirling blues and swivelling yellows swimming around them as they made their way to the other side of the room. Their own dresses, Cressida’s a deep shade of carmine and Eloise’s cobalt blue, stood out among the crowd, and yet they passed through without anyone particularly taking notice. Their eyes ran over the crowd, some faces familiar and others not, but they didn’t care for anyone else there; social events were becoming tedious to both of them, neither of them particularly interested in the real ‘purpose’ of it: seeking out a husband. They turned instead to trivial avocations, such as poking fun at unwitting victims like Mr Connolly.

However, Cressida couldn’t help but notice that her friend’s expression had changed since bringing up this particular gentleman. Once they’d completed their pointless manoeuvre to the opposite wall, she voiced her concern.

“Is something the matter, Eloise?” she asked, adjusting her crimson silk gloves. She turned to face her, and her puffed taffeta sleeves rustled as they brushed the Bridgerton’s arm.

Eloise blinked back into focus, returning Cressida’s gaze rather blankly. “Hm?”

“Is it something about Mr Connolly?” she continued. “Perhaps I took my jest too far?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Eloise replied, rushing her words and smiling half-heartedly.

Cressida frowned a little, her eyebrows furrowing. “You know you can tell me anything, Eloise.”

Eloise opened and closed her mouth a few times, and Cressida bent down, as if worried she was simply drowned out by the sounds of the ball. Finally, Eloise found the words she was looking for.

“In his first season out, Mr Connolly... took advantage of me,” she murmured.

Now it was Cressida’s turn to be silent. Unsure of what to say, she stared into space, processing this new information.

“I was out getting a breath of fresh air and I suppose he was doing the same,” Eloise elaborated, her eyes growing vacant once again. “There wasn’t much I could do; no one could hear me, and even if they did, what then? Would they believe me?” She bit her lip and turned her gaze to the floor. “But perhaps I’ve said too much.”

“Not at all,” Cressida protested, finally finding her tongue. “I’m so sorry that you couldn’t tell me this before. I know I can be harsh with my words and seem cold, but this is...” And she had lost it again.

“It’s nothing,” Eloise insisted, and went on hastily when Cressida opened her mouth to argue. “What truly breaks my heart is thinking that I can’t be the only one. If no one knew about me... how many others does this happen to that we are simply unaware of?”

She raised her head again and scrunched her nose as if trying to clear an itch, and Cressida knew without looking that she was forcing back tears and her emotions.

“Does anyone else know?”

“My brother Benedict; I trust him with my life and we tell each other everything. But no one else.”

“Connolly will pay for what he’s done,” Cressida assured her.

Eloise laughed softly, a small rise and fall of her shoulders. “You and I both know he won’t. Besides, he’s the son of a favoured lord, he’s practically untouchable.”

“He will,” Cressida asserted. “I will personally see to it.”

Eloise sighed and lightly waved her hand. “Let us forget this whole affair,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m in need of refreshment, will you come with me to acquire some beverages?”

For the remainder of the evening, Eloise refused to speak further on the matter, her expression growing grave and dismissive any time Cressida attempted to bring it up again. “I spoke out of turn, Cressida, it was not my place,” she said firmly, her concerned friend taken aback. They carried on with their poking fun and teasing of the throng of aristocrats, but an air of solemnity hung over them like an impending storm cloud.

Despite Eloise’s assurances, Cressida could not get her indignance and wrath out of her mind in the following weeks. She’d grown quite close to Eloise in the last few months, and she felt like more than a friend; for someone to treat her in such a way was a personal offence to her, too. She could not comprehend how someone who could do such things had not been jailed, or worse, and her frustrations kept her up at night.

This, in turn, perturbed her, as she did not like being held captive by her own emotions, especially not those regarding someone else. She was her own woman, without attachments to hold her down, but the young Bridgerton girl had been consuming so many of her thoughts, even before this incident had been revealed to her. She’d seen enough of what love could do to someone, giving all they had only to find that it wasn’t enough, and she wanted no part of it.

Not that she loved Eloise; whatever it was she felt for her, it bothered her.

Nevertheless, she set out to find a way to bring Mr Connolly down. At every social event, she silently sought him out, only half-listening to Eloise’s ramblings and stories as she waited to catch him in... something. What she expected him to do in plain sight that she could shame him for, she wasn’t sure, but she watched and waited for anything.

“I can’t believe Lady Eldridge, wearing that shade of mauve only six months after her husband’s passing,” Eloise muttered, a hand on her chest. They were attending a local picnic and making the most of the warmer weather, hanging at the outskirts of the gathering as per usual. “It’s none of my business, I know, but you’d rather think she were seeking a new husband already.” When she received no response from her friend, she continued, “I suppose it’s to get herself out of her tremendous debt; not to mention, the debt she possesses in charm, wouldn’t you say, Cressida?”

But her friend still paid no heed to the joke made in poor taste, and Eloise raised an eyebrow at her, scrutinizing her cunning and distant expression. “What’s troubling you, Miss Cowper?”

For whatever reason, the use of her formal name awoke Cressida from her trance. She blinked and turned her gaze to Eloise, hoping it had not been too obvious exactly who’d had her so distracted. “Nothing at all,” she replied nonchalantly. “I’m merely fascinated by the way Miss Humphries eyes Mr Lovell like a prized pig. She can barely focus on anything else.”

Eloise glanced briefly at the dumbstruck girl that Cressida was referring to, who at that moment was dropping a slice of cake in the grass in her lovesick daze. The Bridgerton girl raised her eyebrows shortly, rather disbelieving. “I see,” she said. “Amusing, indeed.”

Although she could never seem to catch Mr Connolly in a truly scandalous act, she did begin to grow more and more repulsed by his regular behaviour: the indecent glances, the attempts at flirting that she presumed were meant to be enticing but came off as rather sordid, the arrogant dismissal of any girl that he didn’t deem appealing. She even caught him giving a not-so-subtle whistle at a girl that he’d assumed was out of earshot, until the young woman looked back in disgust at him after the fact. She could not fathom how he regarded his conduct as appropriate, and was astonished that she had never noticed before, and that no one had since, aside from Benedict Bridgerton, who she’d noticed was also keeping an eye on the gabster. A man’s more adequate attempts to win her over in the past could not interest her; how did this man think he would have a chance in the world?

As if all this disarray inside of her head were not torment enough, Lord and Lady Cowper, her darling parents, were an ever-present irritation. As the courting season approached, she was routinely called upon for measurements for new gowns, in their hopes of her finally catching the eye of quite literally any gentleman. She received lecture upon lecture about manners, submission, seduction, and whatever else; she did not recall much of it as her mind was kept busy with thoughts of revenge for her friend.

Much to Cressida’s surprise and, to some extent, relief, it was not much longer before she caught the offending ‘gentleman’ in a suspicious act. Shortly before the Queen’s Ball, the Bridgertons and Cowpers were attending a modest social gathering out of respect for a mutual family friend, and it seemed that the Connollys shared this friend. The older couple who had birthed this revolting young man mingled amongst the families present, seemingly unaware of the reputation that their offspring held.

The Cowpers arrived slightly later than the Bridgertons, and Cressida knew she would later bear the punishment for the image this gave them. Upon entering, she immediately pinpointed both Eloise and Mr Connolly, who at that moment was swirling a sparkling beverage around in his glass, a crude smirk spreading across his face. She unintentionally turned her nose up and scowled, but hastily adjusted her expression as Eloise approached.

“Cressida, you will not believe the nonsense I’ve had to put up with today,” the young Bridgerton began, while Cressida subtly scanned over her shoulder. She was baffled to see Mr Connolly already making his way out a back door to the yard, glancing around and appearing to usher someone out ahead of him.

“Mother is making preparations for Colin’s return,” Eloise continued, but Cressida would not even look at her.

“So sorry, Eloise, I have, an urgent matter to attend to,” she said hastily, brushing past her friend with a small wave and smile.

Eloise blinked and watched as she made her way to the back door. “Do you... need to use the water closet?”

Cressida’s nose scrunched up at the use of such private matters in public conversation. “No, I simply need a breath of fresh air, I was feeling lightheaded,” she replied, and bustled out the door without another word. She felt the guilt sting in her stomach for having ignored her friend for so long, but she knew that bringing her abuser to justice would make it all worth it.

Ahead of her, she heard rustling coming from a walled-off garden in the middle of the yard, and muffled protestations that she feared she already knew the cause of. Hoisting her skirts so as not to be heard, she made her way to the garden, surprisingly unafraid of what she was about to discover.

Peering around the entryway, her long-held suspicions were confirmed as she saw Mr Connolly pinning a young girl, most likely a servant or maid, up against the wall, while she tried to struggle feebly enough so as not to provoke him even further. He was murmuring things to her while she shook her head, inserting a fervent ‘no’ in between his words, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Do you think this behaviour befitting of a gentleman, Mr Connolly?” she declared, rounding the corner, and the affronted nobleman staggered back in shock. The girl gathered up her skirts and fled in tears before Cressida could say anything more, and Connolly glanced between the two of them, dazed and confused.

“You repulsive rake,” she snarled, by which Mr Connolly was even further taken aback. “I know this is not your first offence. I ought to pass this on to the whole of the Ton to warn them of what danger they are in.”

Mr Connolly finally regained his composure enough to snort in response. “And who’s going to take the word of a lonely spinster over the son of the esteemed Lord Connolly?”

“Well, she’s not a spinster for one thing.”

Cressida spun round to see Eloise standing with her arms folded, looking very unimpressed at the both of them, leaning on one hip in a display of haughtiness. The former couldn’t help but smile a little to see her old friend returning to her side, despite Eloise’s clear displeasure with her meddling.

Mr Connolly guffawed, regarding them both with his mouth hanging ajar in amusement. “No one in the Ton respects either of you,” he chortled, folding his arms. “I’d hardly even call you ladies. No one will trust a single word that falls from either of your mouths.”

“But they’ll believe me.”

The three of them turned to see Benedict emerging from behind a nearby bush, looking thoroughly infuriated. “It pains me that we live in a society that will not hear a woman out if she is not deemed respectable; therefore, if it falls on me to provide the necessary confirmation and eyewitness account, you can bet your ‘esteemed father’s’ entire estate that I will be present and accounted for.” He brushed his suit down and adjusted his cuffs as Mr Connolly stood dumbstruck, clearly having realized there was no use in running away or attempting to fabricate events. “You will come with me and find the poor woman you left mid-assault, and confess your actions to your family and our hosts, or I will dress you down in front of the Ton until you’ll wish you’d never been born in Mayfair, or London, or anywhere near me, my sister, or her dear friend Miss Cowper.”

With that, he grabbed the offender’s arm by the elbow and hauled him past Eloise and Cressida, giving them both a warm but rueful smile. The two stepped out of his way, before finally turning to each other.

“Well,” Cressida began. “I’d hoped to be able to handle the situation alone, but at the very least, he’s done away with-”

“I told you to leave it, Cressida,” Eloise snapped. “What part of that do you not understand? Do you not see what danger you put yourself in, or what shame you could’ve brought me?”

Cressida sputtered in confusion. “I was only trying to help-”

“Well, you could’ve made things a great deal worse,” Eloise retaliated. “What would you have even done, had Benedict and I not been here?”

Cressida scowled. “I fail to see any assistance you gave.” She regretted the words as soon as they’d left her mouth.

“I came because I worried for you, Cressida,” Eloise said, her voice lowering from its indignant volume. “I care for you, and your ambivalence towards me as of late was agonizing.”

Cressida’s eyebrows furrowed and she lowered her head sheepishly. “Agonizing...”

“We cannot expect to win in this society, and I did not want you fretting over my situation that has already passed,” Eloise continued.

“I fret because I, too, care, Eloise,” Cressida argued softly. “Do you not see that?”

“It was pointless and endangering.” Eloise replied. “I am, however, relieved that he is being dealt with. But the way you handled it was not right.”

“I couldn’t conceive of any alternative,” Cressida explained rather heatedly. “You’d been wronged and he deserved justice.” She swallowed back the emotion rising in her throat. “I couldn’t just stand by after hearing what he did to you.”

“Well, you could’ve very well put yourself in the same position and I could not have lived knowing I did that to you, that I put you in that position. You are near to my heart, and such an attack on you would break it.”

Cressida’s mind spun with her words, the implications striking her with a frightening severity. She’d been putting aside the feelings she’d been afraid of confronting in order to seek out justice, but they were all rushing back now, at a rate that she could not handle.

Eloise stepped towards her. “Cressida, when I say I care about you...” She took a moment to gather herself. “I thought perhaps there was something between us. The way you look at me, the way you listen and hear me out, even the way you rushed to my defence against Mr Connolly...”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cressida responded without lifting her head.

Eloise blinked. “What?”

“I’ve never felt anything more than camaraderie towards you.” Cressida’s words spilled out before she could properly assess them. “I sought out Connolly for judicial reasons only. You suggest I hold amorous feelings for you?” She finally met Eloise’s eyes. “Realistically, what is there to love about you anyway?”

She could hardly believe herself as she turned and stalked out of the garden, leaving Eloise alone in the garden with her mouth open and her heart in pieces as she made her way around the house to the front.

She could not bring herself to decide if Eloise had been right. After all, it was her unaddressed feelings that had gotten her into this mess and brought this outburst from Eloise upon her. Why would she give herself up and play it all on something so hollow, rather than trust herself alone?

Reaching the driveway and finding her carriage and butler, she clambered up into it, shutting herself away inside.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

why do you think normal, well-adjusted people would want or even expect their favorite actor to “like” them? you do realize these people are strangers to you even if they like your post on instagram or twitter, right? like, jared leto is not your personal friend?

you literally think Evan reads this blog, don't give me that shit.

its not a parasocial relationship when both parties are giving involvement. it's a fan/celeb exchange, joking that he's my bff isn't bad at all when he also calls his fans friends & family. it's the fact that he makes a huge effort to be in his fans lives & y'all think he's doing too much cuz ur fav doesn't leave his house unless his gf forces him to go to events which he looks miserable at & doesn't even smile in fan photos, yea, that's the ideal. Evan brainwashed y'all into thinking that celebs liking their fans & creating a relationship is bad. feel sorry for you guys, truly, I hope Evan appreciates this waste of a blog that's yaps about his personal life/things that are none of your business all day, im sure he'd really love it!!

and if that man sat on his ass and read this blog every single day, do you think i would feel entitled to this man being my friend any more than anyone else who reads it?? lmfao you’re exactly proving my point. you have a delusional and unhealthy mindset about the interactions you have with celebrities. literally no one is claiming fan/celebrity interactions are inherently bad. jared leto is just a predator so we frown upon him doing it.

there is no involvement to speak of. one day you’re going to grow up and realize the very premise of what you’re trying to explain is a facade and you were the target audience for it. celebrities do not think of their fans as their friends and family.. they’re performing fan service to make you feel special. you’re very young, i’m significantly older and have been fans of countless artists so i’m not speaking out of my ass 🥴 i have met my favorite celebrities, many times over. my very favorite singer and person is an artist i’ve seen many times from the front row, met him after shows, even occasionally talk to him on discord/twitter/instagram.. and i promise you that i have never even in my most delusional state after eating a handful of edibles thought that man was my personal friend or that i was somehow more than just a fan, one of millions. one day, you’re going to have a fully formed brain and realize boundaries exist for a reason and you aren’t having an authentic relationship with the celebs you “stan” and that it’s weird to resent an actor who doesn’t choose to play these sorts of games. he does his job, reads his lines and goes home. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[lesbiansanemi]

I know you said you will spare everyone from your essays, but I kind of want to read them (specifically the demon slayer ships that are popular [giyuushino,obamitsu,zenezu,tankana, etc])

Obviously, you don't have to write the essays, but if you were to write them, I would be the first one to read /nf

☀️🌻

Oh yeah! Sure! I'll take any excuse to get up on my soap box lmao

I want to preface this, as the ships you've specifically listed are popular m/f pairings among the fandom, and three of which are actually canon, that I am very picky with m/f ships. I don't dislike them by virtue of being m/f, but it does take an extremely interesting dynamic to get me to like them, and for them not to feel like people are just smashing the characters together because they're a guy and a girl and they should be together literally just because... they're a guy and a girl.

I'll start with Obamitsu and Tankana as I'm a lot less critical of them than Zennezu and Giyuushino

To be honest, I don't actually dislike Obamitsu. I just... don't really care about it, and I find that most people who ship it don't seem to care about any of the more interesting or nuanced aspects of it. They get boiled down to "mean angry man is only soft for his sweet bubbly gf" which is... not a trope I'm super fond of. I think there's a lot of interesting aspects to explore with the ship, like the angle of Mitsuri initially wanting a stereotypical masculine man to take care of her and provide for her, eventually falling in love with a physically smaller and weaker man who doesn't know how to function in society at large, leaving her the much more "competent" of the two, forcing her to examine gender roles and her own internalized sexism as well as her supposed preferences. There's also Obanai's fear and trauma regarding women, and the fact that Mitsuri is about as stereotypically feminine as you can get. I think these are somewhat interesting things to explore, but most people (and the manga itself) never explored these things and wanted to paint them as a very straight forward cutesy (and tragic, but only in the sense that they both die young) romance like "look! Obanai can be nice and soft sometimes! And Mitsuri fell in love like she wanted!" with nothing else. The relationship makes sense to me, writing wise and why people would enjoy it, but ultimately does not do enough to make me genuinely care about it beyond going "yeah it's okay I guess." All this being said, it becomes a lot more fascinating if you add the angle of transfem Obanai, or add Shinobu for Obashinomitsu, but obviously this is not canon nor what ppl want or expect with the ship at large

Tankana is kind of similar in the sense that I just find it really boring. Kanao is a very layered and fascinating character to me. Given her childhood and trauma, I get why she would latch onto Tanjiro and admire him in the way that she did. She was a character who never experienced kindness or even being treated as a human being until Shinobu and Kanae found her. To be honest, I think her relationship with the Kocho sisters is incredibly complicated, and immediately being entranced in the Corps lifestyle also affected her in an extreme way. To meet someone like Tanjiro, who is so unabashedly kind and genuine and immediately sees her as a person with agency (not that the Kocho sisters didn't do this, but that Kanao has had more time to adjust and process her trauma by the time she met Tanjiro so he's more... separate, in a way), like I said, it makes sense to me that she would latch onto him.

So it makes sense, and I don't hate that they became canon, but again, it's just a bit boring to me. I also personally think that Kanao and Nezuko's storylines and personalities compliment each other a lot more from a writing perspective, so I much prefer Nezukana. So yeah, it's a ship that makes some sense to me, I can understand why people like it, but I don't care about lol. And it does have a little bit of the "they get together because they're a boy and girl omg" angle, though it is a little less egregious than some.

And oh boy alright here we go

So Zennezu. The ship's only basis in Zenitsu's overplayed crush on Nezuko. I already don't like ships like that, where the whole thing is "one of the characters has a crush on the other for shallow, usually physical, reasons the entire series and the other character never acknowledges it/returns it until suddenly they do at the end of the series." Like, imo, that's one of the laziest ways to write a romance ever, and also just feels very unrealistic. Maybe that's the aroace in me, but "crushes" portrayed like that are just not realistic or compelling to me.

Beyond that, I think the ship kind of negates a lot of Zenitsu's character arc and development. He ended up in the situations he did because of his obsessions with women and wanting a wife, and a lot of him needing to learn to live and do things for himself, not because he wants the stereotypical image of a wife, and not letting his anxieties control him. Instead of getting that development, seeing him settle down with Nezuko at the end of the chapter feels... idk, out of place? Odd? I can't think of the right word, but just for a character development perspective it just doesn't make sense to me. Also. Nezuko deserves better lol

And for Giyuushino.... Yeah. The epitome of "guy and girl get together because they're a guy and girl and stood in the same frame so that means they're canon." (Because no seriously, I would be less bitchy about this ship if the shippers could acknowledge it has no canonical substance or backing but so many of them fully act like it's based in some kind of canon feelings or implications)

I just truly don't understand what is so entertaining about two characters who work together, who, conceivably, if they were ever going to even be friendly with each other, would have done it already. One of their few interactions is Shinobu telling Giyuu how much everyone hates him, and also Giyuu really never gives an indication whatsoever that he wanted to be close with Shinobu. He treated her the same as he treated all the other Hashira

Also Shinobu is a lesbian and anyone who disagrees just fundamentally don't understand her sorry not sorry she hates men

But yeah! That's the gist of it! Idk, I just tend to really dislike popular m/f ships as I hate the way ppl as a whole approach m/f shipping and the dynamics they go for for it. So much of it is "mean and/or emotionally stunted guy really likes girl and she fixes him and also we'll ignore a lot of the female character's nuances and flaws" but. You know.

[fandom-rpfinder]

Corey Cunningham Wanted

Faceclaim: Rohan Campbell.

Universe: Halloween. Blumhouse Trilogy.

Position: Top-Possibly Closeted Dom

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Love Interest: Dean McGuire

Corey Cunningham was once a normal, well adjusted young man with a bright future. Unfortunately, his life changed forever after the tragic death of Jeremy Allen on his watch, which left him shunned and isolated in his home town of Haddonfield. He has become the town's new boogeyman. Deeply traumatized and tormented by guilt, Corey lives a lonely life, that is, until he reconnects with the most unlikely person, Dean Mcguire. Dean was a classmate and bully from Corey's past. Having suffered life changing trauma himself, Dean is the only one who tries to care for and protect Corey; he's also the only person who can truly understand Corey's deep seeded pain. Despite their complicated history, the two find an unexpected connection in their shared pain, and from this connection, they fall in love. Corey and Dean share a deep and meaningful love for one another. Dean gives Corey the grounding and stability he needs, and together they navigate their inner pain and grief, offering each other compassion, companionship, understanding and love they both desperately crave.

Xxxxxxxx

Hello, I'm 30+. I'm preferably looking for a 30+ writer, but I can do 25+

I'm questioning my gender identity, so I don't know what my pronouns are. 💙

I would say this is a M/M and M/NB or M/GF love story.

I'm looking for someone to play my character's love interest. Heavy smut will be present, but I would also like genuine romance. Dark shit ahead. 🕊️ trigger warning. I imagine these two characters are equally messed up, but they have a genuine love for each other in their own very dark way.

This is a smutty romance; it's very dark. It features very dark themes. I will discuss in private. This is a very heavy 🕊️. I'm looking for someone who is comfortable with that.

Must be comfortable writing as a Top/Power Top.

Familiarity with Halloween Franchise, at least the Blumhouse Trilogy or at least Halloween Ends.

25+ is preferable.

Comfortable with heavy smut and heavy 🕊️content.

Discord writing preferred.

Must be comfortable with have a intersex/gender fluid/ non binary love interest.

Have lots of kinks.

I'm a loyal and dependable writing partner. I hope to find someone who can help me bring this dark but beautiful love story to life. I'm looking to have a cordial friendship, talk on discord about these two, maybe make headcanons, making story boards, share gifs and other stuff. I'm looking for someone loyal and who's willing to get dark with these two.

Like this post, and I'll reach out to you. Thank you.

🎥

[roleplay-finder-search]

Corey Cunningham Wanted

Faceclaim: Rohan Campbell.

Universe: Halloween. Blumhouse Trilogy.

Position: Top-Possibly Closeted Dom

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Love Interest: Dean McGuire

Corey Cunningham was once a normal, well adjusted young man with a bright future. Unfortunately, his life changed forever after the tragic death of Jeremy Allen on his watch, which left him shunned and isolated in his home town of Haddonfield. He has become the town's new boogeyman. Deeply traumatized and tormented by guilt, Corey lives a lonely life, that is, until he reconnects with the most unlikely person, Dean Mcguire. Dean was a classmate and bully from Corey's past. Having suffered life changing trauma himself, Dean is the only one who tries to care for and protect Corey; he's also the only person who can truly understand Corey's deep seeded pain. Despite their complicated history, the two find an unexpected connection in their shared pain, and from this connection, they fall in love. Corey and Dean share a deep and meaningful love for one another. Dean gives Corey the grounding and stability he needs, and together they navigate their inner pain and grief, offering each other compassion, companionship, understanding and love they both desperately crave.

Xxxxxxxx

Hello, I'm 30+. I'm preferably looking for a 30+ writer, but I can do 25+

I'm questioning my gender identity, so I don't know what my pronouns are. 💙

I would say this is a M/M and M/NB or M/GF love story.

I'm looking for someone to play my character's love interest. Heavy smut will be present, but I would also like genuine romance. Dark shit ahead. 🕊️ trigger warning. I imagine these two characters are equally messed up, but they have a genuine love for each other in their own very dark way.

This is a smutty romance; it's very dark. It features very dark themes. I will discuss in private. This is a very heavy 🕊️. I'm looking for someone who is comfortable with that.

Must be comfortable writing as a Top/Power Top.

Familiarity with Halloween Franchise, at least the Blumhouse Trilogy or at least Halloween Ends.

25+ is preferable.

Comfortable with heavy smut and heavy 🕊️content.

Discord writing preferred.

Must be comfortable with have a intersex/gender fluid/ non binary love interest.

Have lots of kinks.

I'm a loyal and dependable writing partner. I hope to find someone who can help me bring this dark but beautiful love story to life. I'm looking to have a cordial friendship, talk on discord about these two, maybe make headcanons, making story boards, share gifs and other stuff. I'm looking for someone loyal and who's willing to get dark with these two.

Like this post, and I'll reach out to you. Thank you.

🕊

[sanjisblackasswife]

Hey first off, GIRL YOUR WRITING IS GREAT AND I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS, but anyways I wanted to request a gf headcanon Mihawk x black/mexican (I'm mixed) fem reader if that's okay. Please and thanks.

A/N: OH STAWP— ur too kind! And ofc :)❤️‍🔥 U didn’t specify sfw or nsfw so I’ll do both if that’s alright lol. Also alotta people been asking me to write for him so I gotchu. Enjoy!

Mihawk with a Mixed Girlfriend Headcanons (SFW/NSFW)

SFW

…so I like HC him as Part Hispanic too…so let’s pretend he is.

He’s so romantic??? But it’s not like intentionally romantic I mean he’ll do such sweet gestures without thought towards you and it’s really sweet

He actually enjoys having a GF that is a bit more cheery. It livens him up and makes him feel young so he says💀

He is so passive aggressive towards other men he doesn’t respect that is around you that seem a bit too close for comfort

And don’t get me started if y’all encounter some racist mfs

He takes you along on his trips if he ever leaves but he always wants to make sure you can fight so he trains you every once in a while with his “smallest blade”

You get flustered a lot because he’s very HANDS ON

Will wrap his arm around yours, breathing down your neck and poor boy doesn’t realize you’re not even paying attention you’re just enjoying his warmth and minty breath

Btw…mf smells AMAZING idc who said what he smells like Dr. Bonners Peppermint soap w a hint of expensive cologne

If you can speak Spanish he loves hearing you speak it he’s very open to learn about whatever culture you embrace

He also encourages you to embrace it

Ngl hes very blunt so do expect him to act it around you.

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to wear the dress just because your rolls are showing? You still look stunning.”

Like he’ll sound rude af sometimes but he means no harm😭

He’s not really into PDA he likes to keep his hands in his lap or free when he needs to draw his sword out.

IT IS VERY HARD TO FLUSTER HIM. The most you’ll get is a small smirk but he’s a very deadpanned man

You swear you saw him blush once when showing him the dress he got you but he denies it with his whole heart

You have met Shanks while with Mihawk and though Shanks kept flirting with you Mihawk didn’t care because he trusted you

No you did not flirt back

One of his favorite things is to do with you is bathe you for some reason. He loves seeing you wrap your hair up in a bun or scarf and sometimes he will join you and he will sip wine while he cleans you up or do it while sitting on the edge of the tub.

He enjoys seeing you bully Buggy.

If you give him a gift he may seem like doesn’t care but he has every single gift you ever gave him in a trunk

You’ve seen his porn book collection and yes he has given you some books to read so you both can discuss it together

He does that thing where as you’re talking he will move your hair behind your ear so he can see your face

Or just like adjust any clothing on you whether it’s your bra strap showing or your shirt

He subconsciously kisses your knuckles when he holds your hand

He has caught you wearing his hat and impersonating him in the mirror and he scared the shit out of you when he spoke up but he found it cute

Speaking of him scaring you the mf might be bigger than you but he creeps on you a lot

Like just pops tf out of no where it’s so random

He is the type that enjoys your company a lot so sometimes you both will be in his room or somewhere quiet just doing your own thing. As long as You’re there he is okay.

He doesn’t speak his feelings and his communication skills aren’t the greatest. he’s very hard to read especially when he probably isn’t feeling well so you have to guess a lot and sometimes it can be straining

Mihawk however can read you like a book and sometimes have even assisted you before you even felt bad? It was like he had some kinda 6th sense.

He calls you “little one” a lot

Alotta Head pats too

NSFW

This is a touch starved man.

He has had only less than a handful of lustful nights with women before he met you but they didn’t mean anything and very forgetful.

However since you’re his woman he does want to learn what you like so sometimes while you both talk about the latest books you’ve read he’ll ask you what part of the sex did you like. If you’re willing to ignore his casual bluntness the conversation can last smoothly

“So, you enjoyed reading how the male character bent his lover over and—“

“Yup! Yes I liked that alot.”

He attempts it and aces it.

Mihawk is an exceptional lover he learns fast and always studies your reactions when he has sex with you

His libido is actually quite high, he is also very blunt about it

The moment Perona is out the room or he has finished training Zoro he greets you with a kiss on the forehead

“Y/N would you like to have sex tonight before bed?”

..that’s as good as you’re ganna get with his dirty talk.

His body is so smooth? Like mf silk or something you always catch yourself rubbing his body when under him

He makes absolutely no noise.

His face does gets hot and he’ll bite his lip slightly watching you bounce on top of him but that’s all you get

There was like a few occurrences where he moaned out your name but it was so low you thought you miss heard

He loves your legs and neck. ALOT

If it was up to him He will spend his entire life between your thighs he loves the taste of you.

He’s very slow and calculated with his tongue movements he usually test out different pace to see what your body reacts to and goes with that

Speaking of he’s more interested in how what your body says than you

You’ll scream for him to go faster but the way your legs are already twitching and shaking from his deep slow thrust he keeps his same pace

And you’re grateful for that because you cum like a whore every single time

He doesn’t get caught up with how you look. If you’re hairy, have scars, cellulite, whatever he doesn’t care if you’re comfortable then that’s all that matters

His kisses are always so passionate and you always want him to kiss you more but he doesn’t ever want to get caught doing so so you Gatta suffer a little bit

No worries though because you can be as touchy as you want with him when you both are in bed

There has been times he went through sex without cumming once and when you found out you felt horrible and that maybe you didn’t feel good to him, however he explained to you that you felt more than amazing it’s just he likes to focus on making you satisfied rather himself

Yeah no you didn’t take that lightly so one night you offered to suck him off and then ride him. He didn’t oppose but he still wanted to make sure your pleasure came into play

Don’t worry it did he fingered you as you sucked his cock it was a great time

Mihawk does have a bit of an obsession with heels. He loves seeing you wear them and if you ever decide to do so with no clothes on he may MAY feel like going feral

He doesn’t like when you cover your mouth he wants to HEAR you

If you’re up for it he’ll kiss and lick your toes up to your cunt and eat you like that. He’s done it once and it was so attractive because his gaze never left yours

[ifknlovenicodiangelo]

PJO characters & their mental state!

grover. yes i included this mf stop the grover erasure. dude is quite chill, but also has put a lot of expectations on himself, including taking the blame for thalia -> tree transformation and Sally’s abduction. also the whole pizazz with the Council of- i forget the name but all them dumb satyr dudes would have caused him to have imposter syndrome. he has anxiety, paranoid 24/7, OH and OCD.

jason. mans went through some stuff being raises by wolves, but i think because that is literally all he knew when he grew up, he wouldn’t have been affected by it much until camp jupiter, where he would have to adjust aswell as rising up to being praetor with big responsibilities and expectations. not to mention! he was abducted and had memory wiped. i reckon hes a bit of a perfectionist, has anxiety but can mask it pretty well. idk about what types of actual illnesses he has

fank, i mean, i feel like apart from his life threatening stick, and his weird ass upbringing/background, dude didn’t have a lot going for him mental wise. but he also 100% has paranoia, thanatophobia (intense fear of dying), umm and occasional anxiety. plus inferiority complex

piper. she lived with the fact that she was going do betray her best friend and bf in exchange for her dads life, finds out her relationship w Jason isn’t even valid, and watches her dad go insane. goes on a world saving quest and watches her first love die in front of her, all while trying to figure out her sexuality

hazel. she grew up as the weird kid, AND was a woc in 19… 40s? which would not have helped her situation. powers that she knew got people killed or badly hurt, and didn’t know how to control it or stop it. then homegirl is stripped from her only home and the only boy that looked out for her (and she loved!!! 😕) to some fuckn place in who knows where. cut to the chase she had to sacrifice herself to save the world for some weird earth god lady at 13. THEN REVIVED? into the modern world and has to adjust as a legionnaire and save the world. at thirteen

percy. ABUSIVE FATHER, MOTHER ABDUCTED AT RIPE AGE OF 12. two world saving prophecies! went through tartarus, and also has mad expectations (from others, but actually mostly from himself). dude has hella PTSD. its triggered by things like alcohol (duh), smell of monsters, and occasionally blood, depending on the situation. also fear dying alone.

reyna my fav girl never caught a break since day 1 fr. after literally everything she had to go through to even arrive at Camp Jupiter (fighting for her life against pirates, parting ways with her sister, her only family!, and being dumped with a life altering prophecy from Aphrodite) shes bumped up to the highest role possible, expecting to carry the legion with no support, no break, for like 9 years or so. the one person she even remotely cared for was abducted, comes back with a gf, and leaves again, leaving her alone to carry the legion and watch so many of her soldiers fall in battle. SHES TIRED AND BURNT OUT AF

annabeth. oh boy, girl runs away so so young from her bitch ass dad who cares nothing less of her, learns to fight for her life on the street with two others like her. gets hit with a prophecy that someone will come to camp to save her and be her lifelong love or something like that (correct my rust brain) and finds out this person is part of the great prophecy claiming he must save the world or will die. goes on TWO world saving quests, in which she protects percy by getting stabbed instead of him, watches her old crush/idol idk betray her then die, face her greatest fear as a daughter of Athena alone, and fall into Tartarus. burnt out gifted kid. probably has OCD, def has arachnophobia, basophobia (fear of falling), and insane PTSD!

leo. i feel like this is overlooked so much, but at like 5, mans watched his mum die in a fire that he accidentally started, was abandoned by the rest of his family, never had a home, literally running between foster homes or on the street (FOR LIKE 9 YEARS) and had to live with his own uncontrollable powers that caused the death of his mum. trauma and depression going crazy for this fella. imposter syndrome. fear of dying alone. autistic

nico. enough said

[aftonfamilyvalues]

im on anon because im crypto but since i ever first started watching arcane and looked into his VA since i love silco and Saw how he acted online like wayyy too up and personal with the "fandom" but it pretty much consisted of young girls like me (22) or maybe even younger who were just so obsessed with him. I snapped out of it i had to remind myself and my friends he literally isnt silco and his voice can be done by literaly any man who can do a slight accent and sound old and dusty and ugly. anyway FUCK jason spisak.

i mostly just saw likes and nice little comments on and retweets of fan art which obviously isnt any red flag. i liked some of the video clips, i especially loved the drunk history of zaun. it was my favorite, he looked like a fun drunk but thats a bit ruined now, isnt it?

rip those reaction images, you did not age well.

nothing he posted was ever out of the ordinary to me either, upcoming conventions, signing stream dates, those stupid little positivity posts that your parents generation loves... apparently i missed all the silco x jinx stuff he liked though which is already gross but more disturbing that his young gf is a jinx cosplayer. certainly no connection there, right?

well, come to think of it, i do recall some obvious thirst trap selfies. specifically, i remember the one he posted on the floor and me being absolutely enamored with the beautiful hardwood. he was gunning hard for those "damn zaddy 🤩🤩🤩" comments. that probably should have been some sort of flag for me but i didnt mind. i know hes ugly but you... know me. unfortunately. i know, i know, im disappointed in me too. that hardwood floor though!

then there was the signing live stream clips ive seen where women ask for some slightly flirty things written, didnt really bother me. i admittedly enjoyed some of those lines so again, overlooked it, rationalized it. i only ever saw that sort of thing with silco and never any of the other characters he voices. i figured it was because arcane is for adults, i throw a caution flag to that but all in all everyone in the stream is an adult (or at least should be given the 18+ warning on the twitch channel) and as long as he didnt pull some bullshit outside of giving a customer what they want for a few bucks, it wasnt a huge concern. people do that all the time, gets them paid.

except, you know, it seems he did pull bullshit. so... rip! i have got to stop being so trusting that men behave like well adjusted individuals. silly me, i expect nothing and im always let down. lthe only guy i can think of who suddenly had a sizable fanbase dominated by young women and acted normally about it was bryan dechart but maybe im missing something there, who knows.

i heard mick wingert, the guy who voices heimerdinger (and unofficially, ghetsis in pokemon masters for context of the video this links to), does a very good silco impression!

anyway! thanks for coming to retrospective on jason spisak. whatever, look at this nice signed print i framed! *fucking shoots myself in the head*

[spikesbimbo]

Say Please

Summary:  Dilf Daddy Spikes rest stop

Paring: Spike Spiegel x Reader

Tags: oral sex, spit kink, age gap, smoke kink, bimbo gf

wc: 2.3k

a/n: for my daddy, my superhero yes i said it was was coming out in a few days, but i did it today bc dilf spike was the only thing on my mind.

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“Fuck.” 

You turned and saw him mumbling curses walking through the door. His messy hair, messier now than when he left. Specks of grey flicked in there, wanting to run your fingers though it, so soft you thought.

“You okay?” you asked, eyes bigger as you watched him walk towards the couch, laying one of his guns down on the table.

“No baby, c'mere.'' he said, dragging you into his lap, playing with the hem of your mini skirt barely covering the swell of your ass. His hands resting on it, sneaking his fingers up there, making their way under the strap of your panties.

You were his warmth in the cold vastness of space. Relaxing whenever he was around you, being the only thing he would look forward to coming back to. Not the annoying kids and women he had to deal with daily, their attitudes nothing compared to yours, his sweet angel.

You looked up at him, seeing the stubble grow as he'd been gone for a day and a half, not caring about taking care of himself. Which you took into your own hands, wanting to treat him the way he deserved. Him being the only reason you were alive.

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After saving you, you instantly fell for him, shyly flirting with him, until one night the tension got too high and yall fucked.

Waking up in the morning seeing he didn't care, you just went on about your day until it turned night again as he knocked on your door. Remembering him saying “you sure” before placing his lips on yours, immediately picking you up and taking you to his room, almost tripping over the dog how fast he was walking. God damn he hated that dog.

And after this it happened a few more times. Then one day you confessed your love for him after drinking too much, you crying as he watched the scene unfold before leaving the ship. Leaving you to cry even more, worried that he was going to get rid of you like they did, worried that he left his gun.

He left his gun, yes. He was so shocked he just left, face unfazed but his mind was racing. Did you say that because you were drunk? Because he's the only man you've ever been with, the only man that hasn't treated you like shit.

He came back to you lying on the couch, eyes red and closed asleep with the dog cuddled in your arms. Curled up like a baby, knowing you were cold, so he went and got a blanket. Laying it on you while sitting next to you, looking intensely at your pretty face wondering if what you said was true.

You, a pretty young thing with a life ahead of her, with him? An old man that was a bounty hunter for a living?

You stumbled in your sleep, feeling right next to you, being a light sleeper after what happened to you. Opening your swollen eyes faintly seeing his hand resting on you. Quickly trying to get up stumbling, the effects of the alcohol not wavering yet, but luckily he was there to catch you. Your hands started shaking along with your eyes starting to water again. “M-sor-” 

He pulled you in, his lips touching yours, placing his big warm hand on the back of your head. Holding it gently as he pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his other arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap. 

You confirming that you actually had feelings for him while he pulled you into his arms, kissing you on the top of your head while mumbling out how he was sorry for just leaving like that. 

“Im not going anywhere doll.”

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“God damn, I got a headache” He said, pulling the cigarettes out of his pocket, wanting the stress to be gone completely as he adjusted you in his lap so he could do so. Wrapping his arm tight around your waist, fingers gripping onto that tiny shirt you were wearing, exposing your cleavage right in his face. 

Your eyes still so innocent as he kissed you again, lightly but passionately as he turned you to face him completely. Chest to chest while he lit the cigarette between his fingers, using you as a shield from the air flowing.

“Spike...”  you said just loud enough for him to hear, dragging your fingers down his chest looking down as you waited for his response.

“Hmm?” he said, placing his hands on your hips, resting the cigarette between his index and finger. Blowing out the smoke as he moved his head down under to look up at your hidden face.

Your body grew with heat as you could feel his bulge under your panties, internally thinking that maybe you should've worn pants, but you didn't have any. All you had were the skirts he bought you.

“Hmm baby?” he said again, his hand free of the cigarette moving up to your throat, gently grabbing the base of it to force you to look at him. “You wanna take care of me? Like you always do?”

You nodded, body itching to move as your white cotton panties grew clearer with each touch. Yes you babied him, but he took care of you. You couldn't do anything on your own, not knowing how to read, write, even cook. 

But you were trying; studying while he was gone with the books he ‘borrowed’, and making dinner every night. At least trying, the only thing you were good at was cheese bread, but luckily he would eat anything.

“What a sweetheart, such a good girl.” he cooed, taking a puff from the snout. Dick growing harder by the second as he thought about the last time you ‘helped’ him out. He took his lips off blowing the smoke in your face, just how he knew you liked it. “Not like these other bitches, no ... I got me an angel.”

You got off his lap, he fingers slowly being dragged away as you tried to hold back your smile. You loved making him feel good, it being the only thing you were truly good at, but you had no shame. Some people were gifted in different things, yours was making your man feel good.

“Woah baby, can't see everywhere at once.”  he teased, watching you strip for him. Taking off that top exposing your bare chest, pulling down your soaked panties clinging to your thighs. Eyes looking all over your figure as you were only in that oh so tiny skirt now, being pushed up to just cover your aching cunt, so embarrassing.

You got on your knees, already palming his crotch, head resting on his thigh as you waited for him to tell you if it was okay. Mouth already watering at the thought of gagging on him, the thought of him fucking your face, then maybe you.

“off.” you whined as he stroked your head, hand under your chin; looking at you intensely, eyes not leaving you once as you pulled his pants down freeing his erection. 

It slapping him against his stomach, hard as could be, so neglected. But it's okay, you were here to relax him, ease him, make him feel the best he ever has.

“Open up” he said, tensing his jaw. His fingers spreading your lips letting themselves in before  he let his spit fall into yours. A string of droll connecting you two. Pulling back and watching his mix with yours on your tongue, letting it drool in your mouth, before he leaned back, giving the okay.

You turned your attention to his cock, so hard and pretty. The vein on the underside begging to be touched, the tip so fat that you couldn't take it anymore. 

You let your tongue hang out, your spit dripping onto the head before connecting your lips to it. Kissing all over it, sucking it like a lollipop while moving your hands to play with his balls, wanting to get him real worked up.

“So pretty.” you mumbled out, kissing on its side before taking it in your mouth, its fat heavy weight resting on your tongue. His downturned eyes looking at you take him whole, groaning at the feeling of the warmth surrounding his cock. Moving himself up to see you better, wanting to imprint this pretty picture in his memory.

His sweet baby with his balls at her chin, eyes watering in pleasure, so precious. His shoulders still tense as he wrapped his hand around your head once again.

“You mind doll?” he asked as if you could respond. You did your best to shake your head with his fat cock stretching your mouth out, wanting him to use you, loving it. 

Loving when he tied you up and fucked you like some street whore, loving it when he woke you up in the middle of the night to ride him because his dick was hard. You loved it, loved being his toy.

His hand encompassing your whole head within it started pushing your head back and forth, starting slowly even though you could take it. At first you couldn't even fit it in your mouth, choking on it after the tip was in, but after a lot of practice and praise you were an expert at this, even deeper throating him with no prep.

“Fuck, baby… you’re mouth is so good. Such a little hole for me to use” he said, gripping the back of your neck, using it to control your movements, bobbing your head faster while you whimpered at the feeling of his tip in the back of your throat.

“You like that? You like me telling you how well you take my cock in that cute little mouth of yours, huh?”

His words made you whimper again, his cock throbbing at the vibrations. Your eyes gleaming up at him, looking at him pleadingly. The salty taste of pre-cum and the ache of your jaw was addicting, too addicting.

He saw the fat tears getting ready to fall onto your eyelashes and felt an emptiness of heat fuse in his stomach. His angel was so perfect, so good and submissive for him. He felt his balls start to swell as his body tensed up to orgasm, ready to blow.

“I’m gonna cum, doll. Im close… fuck. You feel so tight. You gonna swallow it all, sweetheart or you want me to pull out? You gave him the look you always did, just wanting his cum, not caring how you got it. Him immediately understanding. “You gonna be my good girl?”

His cock so hot now that was taking up all the room in your mouth and was starting to twitch and throb. You used your tongue, licking against the underside vein and closed your lips of the way back, pulling in your cheeks like he taught you

“Ah… fuck. I’m cumming, fuck baby. Fuck”

You felt the hot cum reach the back of your throat choking on it, some of the cum spilling out the sides with his cock still on your mouth  as he pulled out and let the remaining cum be painted on your face. “Bang.”  he muttered under his breath.

You kept everything in your mouth, holding back the urge to cough, wanting to show it to him proudly. Your cheeks puffy as he came down from his high admiring your appliance, eyes meeting yours, as he took your jaw in between his fingers opening your mouth to see for himself. Knowing you loved his approval.

“Such a good girl… letting me cum all over you, wherever I want. What a pretty girl.”

He squished your cheeks, making some of it fall out to your protest. Kissing you for being so irresistible, his thumb tracing your lips after, his saliva and cum staining them prettily.

“Swallow angel.”

He peeked down after you moaned, seeing your thighs reflecting off the lamp so soaked and messy, leaving a wet spot underneath you. Your legs shaking as his cock grew harder again at the sight.

“I got you, baby. I’m gonna you feel good, gonna make it all feel better. ”

[antichristsxbox]

I am in need of some fire and reign or outpost Michael with a virgin reader dirty smut or something more loving and romantic maybe with murder house young Michael and his GF both experiencing thier first time? Welcome back!!!

Hi!!! I haven’t written for this blog in a long time, but I’m glad to be back! Feel free to send in any requests and/or check out my masterlist! :)

Word Count: 1,177

Not any jacket would be suitable for Michael’s special dinner tonight. He needed to turn up the heat and wear something special. This would be the first night he’s dining with the members of Outpost Three. He got a good glimpse of who was staying here before arriving, but an in-person meeting would do much better. A powerful tinge in the air hit him as he passed the threshold of the gates; that’s difficult to do in a barren, toxic wasteland.

As he stood in the mirror, a warm glow engulfed his unyielding features. It was about time to make his way downstairs for his supper. After explaining himself and giving an introduction, the new residents sat down to eat. Micheal noticed a young woman sitting near the entrance— a radiant beauty in a dimly lit corner. As others mingled, Michael attempted to lock eyes with this striking woman. It was not often he felt the need to pursue the attention of a woman. Only when he felt particularly drawn to somebody.

Tap, tap, tap, Michael had stood up and began making his way to the corner of the room. A few moments have passed, and he was explaining his need to conduct personal interviews with the fresh residents of Outpost Three.

“You will be first,” he said, resting his hand on your shoulder. She turned to look up at him, and the soft scent of rose and gardenias entwined itself with his breath. A subtle smirk fixed itself onto his face as your fingers met his on the edge of the seat. Jolts of blood made their way past the belt on his pants.

“Meet me in the room upstairs and to the left of the stairwell,” he stated, brushing his hand over your fingers. — — — 

You would never decline an invitation such as that. The mysterious man in charge had wanted to meet with you first, of all people. Picking out an outfit seems like the next step, as your meeting is fast approaching. A sheer black top poking through the neckline of a burgundy sweater. Flowy, black pants with a pair of fuzzy slippers.

Approaching the door at the top of the stairwell, you knocked three times and stepped back. A few seconds later, the door handle jingled and Michael let you through. Taking a seat by the fire place, Michael fixes himself on the couch next to you. Introductions went well, but your crampy feelings from earlier had returned. Your monthly cycle stopped for no end-of-the-world scenario. Luckily the Outpost Three bathrooms have an extensive toiletries collection under the sink cabinet. Michael offers a seat next to him, a place where you could stretch your legs. The sheer, soft material from your lounge pants pressed against your leg with the fuzziness of Michael’s velvet jacket next to you. His arm rests next to your leg as you adjust your seating position. — — — 

The tightness in Michael’s upper thigh gave energy for his pursuits. The obvious sign of his affection was masked by the fold of his red velvet sports coat.

“Y/n, I’ve enjoyed chatting with you tonight, thank you for the wonderful conversation, and...” he trailed off. His fingers ran up your arms and towards your shoulders. Past that, Michael reached down your sweater to find your perky nipple. Firmly pressing down and circling his thumb, he bites down on his bottom lip and looks towards you. You begin to blush, then part your lips.

“Please, I have never done this before,” you uttered. Promptly Michael elevated his hand from your blouse and rested it in your shoulder; you shuddered, then arched your back and pressed your hips up, inviting Michael.

“I must warn you, I am bleeding,” you address him.

“I have no qualms. Are you comfortable?” He asks, his hand reaching down towards your waist.

“Lay down, take off your jacket and rest,” you say, gesturing towards the bed. Michael is a bit surprised you have voiced your preference so clearly, but he quickly obliges. His belt buckle hangs open and his pant button is tight against his pulsing skin. Y/n sits on the edge of the bed, trailing her fingers over Michael’s legs until she reaches his tensity. Her legs reach up to meet Michael’s thighs and hips, as her wetness could be detected through her soft pants by Michael’s lower belly. Y/n is soaked. Michael thrusted up, gaining a small yelp from you. His cock was hard against your clothed, soaked folds.

“What qualities are you looking for? In a first lover, how would you like me?” Michael normally was looking for something quite opposite, something he could initially gain his control and his way over. However, Y/n seemed like she would benefit from somebody taking control in a later stage. For now, Michael toyed with her.

“I want to go from here, let me ride you on top,” you say, reaching up at Michael’s hair and taking a small handful. While gently tugging at his hair with one hand, you bring down the waistband of your pants with the other. Discarding them on the floor, your full wetness is pressed against the warm cloth on top of Michael’s cock. Michael reaches for his zipper and reveals himself. His beautiful, smooth cock with a thick vein in the center. A bead of pre-cum forming on top, as the sight of your neat, pristine folds alone has Michael excited. You introduce his first few inches, then bounce back up to test it out for yourself. The redness is revealed as you move up and down again, but it helps with the wetness and loosening yourself for Michael. Sitting down even further, you begin to take him all in. Michael rests his head down on a pillow and begins to relax as his hand creeps toward your area. His gentle touch reaches the point of your pleasure, and he acquaints himself with a fast, come-hither motion that immediately results in a loud moan escaping your mouth. Suddenly, Michael thrusts up powerfully, slamming his entire cock up your tight walls. His length was enough for you already, but his thickness had you squirming in his lap. As he began to pump harder, faster, the size became familiar with you. He was enough to accommodate your needs, and much more. You clenched around him repeatedly, and rested your head on his shoulder as you panted. Now, you are both laying down horizontally as Michael continues to thrust into you— his fingers are still entertaining your clit. You are overwhelmed with pleasure, not knowing what to do anymore.

“Oh, fuck! Stop, please, I...” you have no clue what to say. No words are needed as Michael immediately stops his thrusts and takes your hand. His cock twitches inside you, and you enjoy feeling him move under you.

“Thank you for making it to your interview this evening, Y/n,” Michael said, pressing his hand against your back and guiding you towards laying down with him, his firmness still buried deep inside. 

[pillow-anime-talk]

jealous!s/o.

request: hello! i love your writing so much! can i request for murasakibara’s gf being jealous and upset because they’re from different schools and they don’t get to see each other much + there’s a girl who always hangs around him

# tags: scenario; long distance & current relationship; romance; mild drama; but also fluff; sfw

includes: female reader ft. atsushi murasakibara {knb}

author’s note: murasakibara my baby 😭 

You smiled at the phone, then walked into Yosen High, looking around carefully. The school was really big and beautiful compared to your regular, small and old Morioka High School in Iwate prefecture. But you didn’t come here to see the buildings. You wanted to spend the weekend with your boyfriend because you had already talked to your parents and Atsushi’s parents a week earlier about it. They gladly agreed to your trip to Akita so that you could give your tall boy a small gift in the form of your own arrival and a few packs of his favorite (and new) snacks.

Unfortunately, due to the fact that you lived three hours away from each other, and you had a lot of activities at school and after classes, you couldn’t see each other as often as you would like. Of course, you spent Christmas, anniversaries, holidays and birthdays together, but during the school year it was difficult to realize it. You had to be content with conversations on the phone, video calls and hundreds of text messages.

Luckily you didn’t go to school today and took the train to Akita instead. Atsushi’s mother and his older sister were waiting for you on the platform, so you took your bag to their house, took a quick shower after the trip, put on more comfortable pants and a loose shirt, and thanked them for everything, taking only your black bag, wallet with some money, phone and headphones. Mrs. Murasakibara wanted to drive you to her son’s school, but you refused with a warm voice saying that you would be happy to take a walk. You helped yourself with a Google Maps and finally reached the High School building, entering it.

Earlier, you wrote a little with your soft giant’s friend – Himuro – who told you that today the Yosen school basketball team will have another training session and you should come on it. He described the way to the gym for you and said he would keep Murasakibara in the gymnasium for as long as necessary.

Fortunately, you managed to come to training, or rather a short break between games, so you breathed a sigh of relief.

You stuck your head out from behind the wall and looked around the large room.

Although you’ve been to Atsushi’s house more than once, his school was new and strange to you. The same could be said for most of your boyfriend’s team, since you only knew Tatsuya. But they seemed nice and lovely, so you smiled gently.

After a while, however, the smile on your face turned into a small frown when you felt a hit on your waist and heard a girly laugh.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t notice you, little one.”

You looked up, noticing a girl slightly taller than you. You nodded at her as you looked inside the room again.

“Are you a fan?” She asked suddenly, drawing your attention again.

“No. Not really...”

“Oh. So... You like someone from basketball team? But you’re not from our school, I’m right?” She chuckled as she adjusted her uniform. “Anyway, you can take anyone but not Murasakibara. I like him. And, you know. I was first.” She added in a confident voice, and you raised an eyebrow and clenched your fists.

‘Is she just...’

“Anyway, bye. I’m going to say ‘hi’ to him.” She add at the end, entering the room, swinging her hips. 

Most of the team sighed at the sight of her figure, but your boyfriend was busy yawning though, so he didn’t notice her at first. Coach Araki too.

You also shyly entered the room, clenching your hands on your purse and the phone which was still in your hand. You wanted to call Atsushi, but the tall blonde girl was faster than you and patting him on the back. When he looked at her, she give him a pack of colorful jelly beans and smiled.

“Hello, Atsushi-kun.”

‘Did she greet him by first name?’ Your smile faded even more, and your cheeks flushed with anger. At the same moment your presence was noticed by Himuro and the boy with ashen hair. They immediately approached you.

“Y/N-chan, hi. I thought you were lost or something...” The black-haired man laughed softly and then introduced you to the basketball player next to you, known as Kensuke Fukui.

“... Who is she?” You asked hesitantly, pointing at the girl.

“Murasakibara’s annoying fangirl. But he doesn’t pay attention to she. I mean, he doesn’t even remember her name, so don’t worry.” The new boy you met a few seconds ago truthfully answered, and you sighed.

“I came here especially for Atsu, but now I’m afraid to come up to him...” You muttered a bit sad and also upset, still looking at your tall boyfriend and the unknown young girl who was telling him something with big interest.

���As I said, don’t worry, Y/N-chan. I’ll call him. He will definitely be pleased. You know, he was complaining all day about that you didn’t write back to him.” Tatsuya laughed second time, patting you on the shoulder, then looked at his best friend. “Hey, Atsushi! Look who’s here!”

“Ehh? What's it, Muro-chin?” Your boyfriend turned and the two tall basketball players exposed your tiny body, causing purple-haired center to open his eyes wider. “Y/N-chin...” He handed the pack of jelly beans to the girl standing next to him and ran towards you like a little, happy puppy.

Five steps later he was beside you, hugging you to his warm chest, and you kissed his cheek, laughing loudly.

“Surprise, ‘Sushi.”

“Y/N-chin, what are you doing here, huh?” He grunted, picking you up and hugging you once again. “Do your parents know about this?”

“Well, I missed you so much. Everyone knew except you, because it’s a surprise, baby. Oh, I also have some of your favorite snacks for you. I was able to buy a new flavor... salt caramel or something like that.” You laughed, and his eyes flashed with joy.

“I love you.” He muttered. “I hate jellies and she keeps bringing them to me all the time... I prefer maiubo from you. Aaaand I generally prefer my Chibi-chin. Will you stay with me today?”

“I love you too. And, yes. I will stay for the whole weekend, baby.”

“Mmm. I am very pleased.” He hugged you again and then put you on the ground, placing his big hand on your head. “Want to play with us?”

“If your coach and captain don’t mind...”

“They don’t, come on, Y/N-chin.” He grabbed your smooth hand and walked towards the team. “I will introduce you to everyone.”

“Okay, baby.”

“... And you, young lady, please, leave the sports hall. Only players, coaches, managers and people who are welcome are allowed to enter gym.” Mrs. Araki spoke suddenly with her sword in her hand, and the blonde girl escaped from the huge room a moment later with pinky cheeks.

[goldgalaxytea-fanfics]

Meteor Shower

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Identity V

Relationship: Luca Balsa | Prisoner & Yidhra | Dream Witch, Yidhra | Dream Witch & Yidhra's Follower

Characters: Luca Balsa | Prisoner, Yidhra | Dream Witch, Yidhra's Followers (Identity V

Additional Tags: commission, Inspired by the Meteor Shower Event, meteor shower, Stargazing, Developing Friendships, Talking, Luca Balsa | Prisoner Has Memory Issues, Yidhra | Dream Witch is a scary lady™, Luca Balsa | Prisoner is a nerd

Words: 1,291

Summary:

Unlikely friends bond over the stars.

Notes:

This is a commission for my amazing gf!!!🥰 It was a lot of fun to write cuz it features me and my bb's favorite characters!!!🥺💖 

One could find almost anything in the manor if you looked hard enough. There were endless hallways and rooms, each hiding numerous secrets and long forgotten items. Luckily for Luca he had stumbled upon an unlocked storage room on the 3rd floor, the old dusty boxes nestled inside holding the exact treasure he was searching for.

A telescope!

It had a few dents here and there, and was covered in so much dust that simply looking at it sent him into a coughing fit, yet it still worked as if it were brand new. Gently dusting off his prize the young inventor made his way outside, the soft glow of the moon illuminating the otherwise dark grounds.

Luca explored the gardens, eyes pointed skyward as he searched for the best spot to view the meteor shower. None of the places close to the manor's exterior were great so the young man ventured farther out.

After a short walk the ground began to slope upwards. A grassy hill lay ahead, devoid of any trees on or nearby.

The perfect spot!

Luca excitedly rushed forward before quickly freezing in his tracks.

He was not alone...

Atop the raised earth sat a large woman, her skin an unnatural purple paired with long hair as dark as a raven. A blindfold covered her eyes, yet nothing obscured the long scaly snake tail that lay in place of where her legs should be. In her clawed hands she held up a small girl whose color pallet matched her own, allowing the young girl to get a good look at the falling meteors above.

Dream witch and one of her followers!

Luckily it seems like neither had noticed him, eyes focused on the sky above and paying no mind to the earth below. Luca turned to leave, feet silent as he crept away slowly. 

"Hello 'prisoner'." Yidhra greeted him, face still turned the opposite direction.

Oh no…

Yidhra was a force to be reckoned with in and out of matches. The eldritch god was known for her ruthlessness during games; almost  never going friendly during matches and showing no mercy to any of the survivors, regardless of if they were the first one found or the last. Around the manor the snake woman was hardly seen by the survivors, avoiding the humans at every chance and only interacting with the other hunters.

Facing the Dream Witch one on one never ends well...

"Ah- My apologies, ma'am." Luca hastily apologized. "I didn't know you were here. I'll leave you be." He turned on his heels, wanting to leave as soon as possible for fear of invoking the god's wrath.

"Calm down, little one." Yidhra spoke, lowering the small follower back down onto the grassy hill so she could properly face the 'prisoner'. "You may watch the stars with us."

The rational part of Luca's brain screamed absolutely not while the fried part reasoned he should. He meets the two sides midway, mentally listing off the pros and cons of each choice.

Pro: it's the best spot to view the meteor shower

Con: possibly getting murdered

Pro: hunters aren't allowed to harm survivors outside of matches

Con: she's a god and could definitely get away with breaking some rules.

Pro: it's the best spot to view the meteor shower

In Luca's scrambled mind the pros outweigh the cons, so in the end he decides to stay.

The inventor went about setting up his telescope, securing the legs and adjusting the lens. He worked as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the hunter a few feet away from him. Though Luca was not a quiet man - always mumbling to himself and letting any thoughts that came into his head spill from his mouth with no filter, his rambling often accompanied by metallic clanks from his constant tinkering - so staying silent was a difficult task. An uneasy tension ran thick between the three, Luca refusing to acknowledge it for fear of annoying the eldritch god. Though said deity sensed what was amiss and quickly grew tired of it.

"Out with it already, boy." Yidhra hissed. "We don't have all night."

Luca recoiled from his telescope, fearing the worst.

"Oh um I want to talk about the stars, they're really quite fascinating, but-" The man swallowed nervously. "I do not wish to disturb your peace."

"Go ahead, I do not mind."

When Luca showed no sign of opening his tightly sealed lips, she continued on.

"Come now, don't be shy." She smiled, flashing her sharp teeth. "I don't bite." A shrill sound that might have been a laugh rang out from her throat.

Luca awkwardly laughed along before clearing his throat. The inventor aimed the telescope to the sky, his good eye searching for stars and constellations through the glass. Whenever he found one he would list off the various names, stories and facts about them that he could remember. His words were a mess;  full of missing info and constant back tracking when he remembered what he forgot. As he spoke he risked a glance towards Yidhra, worried the hunter was annoyed by his jumbled rambling. Thankfully her expression was one of amusement, so Luca continued on with his incoherent spiel.

When the young man eventually ran out of new stars, silence reclaimed the night. Though it didn't last for long. A tug at his shirt pulled the man's gaze away from the telescope. Looking down he was face to face with the follower. What was normally a horrifying sight was now kind of cute. The small girl was smiling, eagerly pointing at the telescope.

"Oh you want to take a look?" Luca asked. The follower nodded. The brunette stepped aside, allowing her access to the telescope. Luca took a seat on the hill between the Dream Witch and her follower, head tilted back as he watched the meteors falling overhead. A peaceful silence befall the three of them, an unlikely trio simply enjoying the stars together.

It wasn't long till the quiet night was once again interrupted.

"I've roamed this earth since before life inhabited it." The snake woman reminisced, voice unusually soft. "Yet I never grew tired of watching the stars. It's one of the few constants I've had over the centuries. Their beauty is mesmerizing, even to a god."

Her words resolved any lingering tension, the wall between hunter and survivor finally collapsing. The two conversed freely, the hours flying by as they discussed whatever random topics presented themselves. Before they knew it the sky was changing colors, the rising sun illuminating the hill where they sat. The higher the sun rose the farther Luca's eyes closed. A long yawn escaped from the inventor before he finally succumbed to the sweet call of sleep, head cushioned by the soft grass.

"Silly mortal," Yidhra quietly laughed, careful not to disturb the slumbering survivor. "forgetting he requires rest."

The Dream Witch rose, ordering her follower to gently carry the sleeping man. Yidhra leads the way back to the manor, her follower close behind. Once inside she makes her way to Luca's room, using her claws to pry open his door. Her follower sets the inventor on his bed, Yidhra proceeding to tuck him under his blankets. Once the man was taken care of the hunter left, carefully closing the door and making her way to her own room.

As she slithers away her mind can't help but drift back to the 'prisoner'. 

None of the other survivors were nowhere near as interesting as him. She mused. He stood out amongst a sea of painfully boring mortals.

Yidhra decided right then and there that their first conversation wouldn't be their last. The Dream Witch would make sure of it.

Notes:

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NOAH SAMPATH —

IG info/bio: @/noahknowspat | 275k followers | “A True Renaissance-Man.” | (currently his page is on private, which he often does several months out of the year

25 (26) years of age

Born & raised in Kandy, Sri Lanka until his mother decided to uproot him & his sibs to the uk leaving his father behind

Both of his parents are from Nuwara Eliya

His parents decided it would be best for just his wife & children to live elsewhere while he continued his work in hotel & tourism

Which to him, is the best job he’s ever had—in a sense it felt like he loved his job a little more than his family but Noah knew that wasn’t completely true

Noah figured there was something secretly going on between his parents, he noticed how they would argue more over the years & how his father was fond of their homeland while his mother was not

She did not have much family left, most either leaving the country or dying from sickness

He’s used to living in a bungalow since that’s what he grew up in

Moved to Romford which didn’t take long for him to get adjusted to, he was quick to adapt to situations since that’s normally expected of him as the eldest...

Lived with an aunt? Who really wasn’t a aunt in a cramped 2 bedroom apartment with a child of her own (who was around Noah’s age and favored Richa Moorjani) for a couple of years

Has two younger sibs: a 17 year old brother, and a 11 year old sister

His mother was m*rdered just before his 18th birthday, therefore he’s grown not to celebrate his birthdays even tho he knows deep down that’s not how his mother would have wanted him to go on

She was wise and often stayed up with the moon having conversations with her eldest—if not with all her children

but as he looked back on their conversations he could tell that his mother knew she wouldn’t be on this earth for long

Which showed him a different way of living

His father hated Romford, didn’t think it was the best/ safest place ( I did some research and mostly saw that this town is kinda rough. Anybody from the uk reading & have experience with the town please confirm? Not attending to offend anyone plus every place has its rough areas) for his family & felt his point was proven once his wife was k*lled

He demanded for his children to come back home but Noah wasn’t having it once he realized his father had changed & became aggressive himself

He hated confrontation but he was of age now so he could do what he wanted but there was no bloody way his sibs were going back with this man

He was not the man they all once knew—shit, his sibs BARELY knew him

So Noah fought a lengthy battle with guardianship over his siblings

It only became easy once money was involved for the man to back off

It was v difficult to manage a household and two children at 18-19 all on his own but he was willing to do it, he felt like it was part of his purpose

Plus his “auntie” & “cousin” came around quite often which helped somewhat & even tho the woman was gritty in how she carried herself, anyone could see she cared for Noah’s mother & her children otherwise she wouldn’t have been around before & after his mother’s death

She became like a second mum but no one would ever replace his mother

It was tough going through his early twenties...he had became a parent figure instead of going to uni to study archaeology

He loved fossils & dinosaurs as a kid 

probably keeps up to date with any articles or shows that share their findings on prehistoric species in water or land (I find that shit so creepy yet interesting until I get too creeped out and leave lmao? especially dealing with the ocean!)

Enjoyed that American show called “siren”

He didn’t enjoy much of what usual twenty-something year olds would, he had to be home to take care of his siblings they became a major part of his life now

He is the type to bottle up his feelings. Ofc he jumped at the chance to raise his sibs without a question after seeing the state of his dad a week after his mum’s funeral but he knew he HAD feelings

He wasn’t a robot just because he tends to be quiet & observant

He had his low days too

But he would hide them in books, that was his safe haven, his escape

He loved working as a librarian even if he got shitted on for it

It never payed much even in his position but it brought him comfort that there were aisles of novels ready to tell him stories & found some relation to his own life

As if that wasn’t enough, he loved going to book shops as well. If he had enough $ leftover he would treat himself in a new book purchase

Will buy a new book even if he has piles of unread ones, which he does have a section of that in his room & in the corner of the living room

Has a kindle since it was the cheapest & can easily slip it into a bag if he can’t decide on what book to bring with him

Has glasses but prefers contacts, ‘i don’t want someone to think I’m that nerdy since I read out in public.’ He often thinks to himself—yet when he’s immerse in those pages the world goes silent around him

Collects vinyl toy figures and keeps them either on his mantle or built in shelves in his room

Loves coconut water & won’t drink any water unless it’s coconut

Got his gorgeous cheekbones from his dad

His father p*ssed during his 23rd year of life due to tsunami hitting the hotel he worked in

He took his sibs to their native land once it was safe and connected with their father’s side, which was bittersweet

I think I get Scorpio energy from noah? Idk but it’s in there somewhere

He likes cutting his food into smaller pieces no matter what it is, it’s just a habit since he did so for his younger sibs

Secretly it’s also easier for him since he feels like the dentist ruined one of his nerves once he got his wisdom teeth out

He hates the dentist

His baby sis is deaf & he absolutely took the time to learn sign language along with his brother

Chose buying her hearing aids over paying a monthly bill when $ got tight

His 17 year old brother now works a job & helps out the best way he can even if it took a bit of persuading from their cousin

They’re all extremely close and are aware what Noah’s done and continues to do for them

Probably enjoys painting even if he’s not the greatest at it, but there’s something about water color that is pleasing to his eyes

He’s had many jobs to keep food on the table and support his family but being a custodian paid him the most yet he couldn’t continue working overtime not when his sibs were as young as they once were. He had to let the job go, the money was great, his co-workers sucked since they never came to work leaving him with OT, but it was also a lot of gross work & the teenage girls were always hitting on him

Prone to taking on more than he can chew whether it’s in relationships or life situations

Has either one or two best friends outside of the villa & they’ve been tight since junior year

They didn’t approve of Noah stepping forward to take care of his sibs, knowing it would be a big responsibility & possibly put his life on hold

But they didn’t understand & came around to once they saw him in action & became supportive/proud

He knows they mean well?

Cannot dance

Owns a couple of blazers that he feels the most comfy in

Loves a good pin-striped dress shirt

Has soft thin wavy hair

Will sport a 5’oclock shadow if he’s stressed out, tired, or wants to show a more “mature” side of himself

Misses his mum’s Lamprais & kottu roti

He’s 5’11

Had 1-2 gfs before the villa & both of them were super lengthy relationships which there’s obviously nothing wrong with

Always trying to make it work even if there are signs of it failing

Is not the dominant one in relationships & usually wants to keep the peace—which falls back on him taking everything on his plate & bottling them up instead of addressing situations from the jump

Is observant but also likes to assume?

Tries to be honest & loyal

Once he’s in a relationship & it’s confirmed from the other, he is completely devoted & smitten

I think quality time is his love language

I also think he tried to play the violin growing up since he found that to be one of the instruments that holds so much passion

Likes period pieces minsus the racism :)

Has read Frankenstein countless of times over Shakespeare, he’s got good work, yeah? but it’s a bit overrated

Keeps in touch with rahim & feels he understands him on a level his mates of years do not

They go holiday together when Noah feels he can afford it, even if rahim says he can pay for it. It’s not a big deal

Yet it is. He feels insecure when someone feels like he can’t do something because of where he’s from & what he does for a living. It showed more in his relationship with hope

Sure she was constantly paying for things but when he silently took the initiative to do so it was automatically assume that he didn’t have it even with his wallet out to pay

There were plenty of flaws in his relationship with hope and it took forever for him to see the toxicity in it even if fans adored them together

I’ve decided that they won’t be endgame. Which breaks everyone’s hearts after he’s the one to surprisingly call it quits after 3 years. He thought it would get better once he realized they way the acted towards each other was not completely heathly but it got worse

So he did what he had to do with what was in the best interest of everyone & hope did not agree

It was heated, it was emotional, and there was a last moment of intimacy to seal the deal of their goodbyes

Then came the drama online, with interviews and people trying to bring Priya into the mix & Hope was always vocal so it became a bigger issue

Noah just wanted to heal on his own but he was never going to engage in the drama. If they were all back in the villa face to face he might have said something but he didn’t need his words twisted so he rose above it and knew the two would eventually along with the fans

To get over the breakup? He hung out a little later with his mates at CLUBS, visited rahim, spent more time with his sibs, read, and...reached out to...BLAKE

After almost two years with whoever (in my case it was henrik) she was freshly single herself & not really looking but knew Noah was trying to get underneath someone. A rebound? Since he couldn’t bring himself to do so with the girls around home

Blake knew what happened with hope. She along with mc & some fans saw it coming. She thought about it, really thought about it but decided that she wouldn’t be Noah’s rebound. She knew Noah just needed time and when he was ready, maybe she’d be around

Celeb crush: Gillian Anderson, Antonia Thomas, Tika Sumpter, Aja-Naomi King, Normani Kordei, & Sophie Turner

Who does Noah listen to? Hozier maybe? KWABS, Grace Carter, Seinabo Sey, Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson, Half Moon Run, Aisha Badru, Lianne La Havas, Dana Williams, Allan Rayman, Rationale, etc...

Anthem = Sid Sriram, “It isn’t true”