#i may just have to have my sister do a photoshoot of me in that dress to make me look good altho with what im working with in the looks

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Summary: After four years your sister's ex-boyfriend comes back into your life. Can you keep your entanglement a secret? Will the guilt eat you alive? 

Pairing:  Sisters ex Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader. 

Genre: SMUT, angst, hurt - comfort, romance. 

Warning: Explicit sex, fingering, Possessive Yoongi, swearing, reader is insecure, jealousy, punishment, unprotected sex, drinking, dirty talk, praising, very light degradation, spanking, spanking as punishment, teasing, hair pulling, arguments. Overuse of the name, baby.

A/N Edited by me aka I just throw commas in and see if my document corrects it. 

Yoongi is a bit…mean(ish) in this one. 

Yay!! I have the next 2 chapters written. Posting will be every Sunday US time. 

A little SMUT under the cut. 

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Kevin….Kris….Kihyun. No, none of those names sound right. He's good-looking and easy on the eyes, pretty smile but boring as hell. It's been a week since Yoongi took you home after the intense night you shared. You had stayed the night, and the next morning, you made up an excuse for needing to get home. You were scared to stay longer, afraid he would kick you out. He never questioned you or begged you to stay.  You exchanged numbers, but he never contacted you. You felt defeated.  You didn't tell anyone. Not Lisa or Jisoo. They would never let you live it down. Maybe this is why you let Lisa talk you into showing up at the “hot guy she ditched you for” house party. His name is Jimin. He seemed okay, you guess, but you haven't really gotten to know him. Her love interests never last long. Key…Kang…Kyle. That's it! You think his name is Kyle. 

“I just got back from Milan,” Kyle boasts. He is giving you what you think is probably his most charming smile. “I'll be heading to London again soon. Got quite a few photoshoots lined up. Mostly magazines, but I got a commercial too. I even have some contacts for Paris fashion week. I'm going to be a big deal.”

You really don't care, and you know that sounds mean. Why did Lisa introduce you to him? Did she really think you would hit it off with him?  Damn Lisa for making you come here. Damn Yoongi for not calling or texting you. Damn him for making the feel of his touch still linger on your skin.  Did you do something wrong? Were you just bad at sex. You know that you are pretty inexperienced, but it seemed like he enjoyed himself. He even cuddled you after he cleaned up with a warm washcloth. He was a pure gentleman. He even ran a hot shower for you as he made a quick snack afterward. You may or may not have tried to remember the brand of his shampoo. After some light bickering, he let you sleep on his side of the bed.  So, why didn't he call? Was there someone else? Oh my god! Were you the side piece? Of course, someone like Yoongi would have someone waiting for him.   

“Lisa said that you two have been friends since you were young. You work together too, right? ” Key…no Kyle said and you nod your head.

“Yeah, umm..” You started but were interrupted.  

“Baby,” you turn to see Yoongi staring daggers at you. How the hell did he know you were here? You're pretty sure that your jaw is on the floor right now. Yoongi places himself right behind you. He rests his chin against your shoulder and hands coming together around your stomach. “Who's your friend?” Why does he say it so calmly despite his glaring eyes? 

You freeze, your body rigid, and can't say anything.  One week, it's been one week, and now he's right here. You don't know what to say. Are you supposed to throw yourself at him after he ignores you? You wish you could throw a shitty comment his way, but you don't. It's not who you are. You wish you could tell him that since he isn't interested, maybe you will go home with Kyle. He looks at you and Kevin…no Kyle impatiently. His glare, thankfully, is fully on Kyle now, and you don't want it back on you. Nope, you are definitely not going to say that, even if it’s a lie. 

“Hey man, I'm Kai,” Kai that's his name! You knew it started with a k. “Didn't know she had a boyfriend. Lisa lied to me. Sorry about that.” Kai apologized and rushed out of there. Literally, he walked away as fast as his legs could carry him. You wish he would take you with him. Technically, you guess Lisa didn't lie. 

You turn in his arms to look at Yoongi fully. He looks pissed. You don't know if you should be scared, angry, or turned on. Is it possible to be all three? His eyes looked hard, unlike a week ago. It seems like such a long time ago. Maybe it was just a fever dream, and you made it all up. This Yoongi is different, and it is making you anxious. 

“We're leaving,” he breathes heavily in your ear. 

He takes your hand and threads your fingers through each other. He starts heading for the door, and you have no option but to follow him. You don't want to fight him and cause a scene. You try looking around for Lisa, hoping you spot her. You don't see her, but you do catch a glimpse of Kyle…Kai chatting up another girl. She seems thoroughly excited about it. Good for her. Looks like you probably dodged a bullet there. When you get through the door, you notice his car just down the street a little ways. Lisa picked you up earlier, and now you're kicking yourself for it. Yoogi practically rips the car door open and looks at you expectantly.  He holds the door with one hand while his other is on his hip. 

“What are you waiting for?” He asked. His stare is still cold. “Do you want me to go get Kai for you? Do you need him to help you?” 

“Wh…what? No, why would I…” you were cut off.  

“Get in, baby. I'm already mad, don't make me tell you again,” he told you.

With one last look back at the house, you get in the car. The same car and spot you sat in a week ago. God, a week ago, you were shivering with anticipation. Now, you were confused and honestly a little scared. Where was he, and why was he acting like you had done something wrong? You knew deep down that Yoongi would never do anything to hurt you. However, this is a side of him you have never seen. You didn’t see it years ago either when he was still with your sister. Even during their fights at the end of their relationship.  You even spent a lot of alone time with him back then, annoying him. He never snapped at you. When you couldn't figure out how to parallel park, he never snapped at you. When Lisa got you drunk at homecoming and he had to pick the two of you up, he never snapped at you. He never did anything like this. 

“Cold?” He asks you. You're rubbing your hands together. 

“A little,” you answer softly. You want him to grab your hands and warm them with his own. Instead he cranks the heat. 

The only sound in the car was from the radio and the heat blowing on your cold fingers. You don't know what the song playing is, but the deep bass is slow. It's almost comforting. You want to close your eyes and drift to sleep. Maybe if you go to sleep right now, you'll wake back up in his bed, and you can redo everything. Obviously, that's not possible. Your eyes slide over to him. He's concentrating on the road, and there's a small tick in his jaw. His hand had stayed on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white with his grip. He didn't touch you, not even once. You want to cry. What did you do? Why is he so mad? How did he find you there? What did you do?  The song on the speakers switched to something less moody, and your eyes moved to look out the passenger window. The sky is clear, the stars shine bright and twinkling in the late night sky. You didn't care for it.  Not even one little bit. 

That soft yellow glow of the bedroom was exactly the same. So were his sheets and pillows. The memories were completely vivid and fresh in your mind. The sound of your skin slapping together, his grunts and your gasps. The way he held you when you drifted off to sleep.  You look at Yoongi sitting on the corner of his bed staring at you. His elbows resting on his knees and his right knee bouncing slightly You can't tell what he is thinking. You stand next to a large desk in his room. You think he must use it for work. There's messy paper everywhere and pens scattered all around. You try to focus and see what's on the paper but can't make out the scribbles. Poems, maybe? Does he write? You can't remember if he ever mentioned wanting to write back then. Maybe you didn't pay close enough attention. 

“Look at me,” he snaps at you. Your eyes immediately obey his command. “What were you doing  there with Kai?” Yoongi spits his name out in disgust.  

“I…I..Lisa introduced us. We were just talking,” you said softly. “I don't know him.” 

“So, you were just going to go off and fuck someone you don't know?” He asked and you were taken back. He was basically snarling at you. 

“NO!” You cried out. “I wasn't.”  You were getting worked up. “Why do you care? I haven't even heard from you in a week.” You shocked yourself by actually saying that outloud. Shit. You can't take it back now. 

Yoongi didn't seem amused by your outburst. Cracking his neck, he stood up from the bed and stalked up to you. You wanted to take a step back, but that messy desk prevented you from doing so. Yoongi rests both his hands on the desk, caging you in. His breathing and the sound of your own heart beating in your ears ring loudly in your ears. He runs the tip of his nose against the shell of your ear. Goosebumps race down your arms. Your body betrays you, wanting you to give into him. 

“You know,” he whispers in your ear. “The phone works both ways, baby. Get on your knees.” 

You swallow thickly. You aren't exactly sure what he means. Right here on the floor? On the bed? You decide not to make him wait and drop to the floor right in front of him. Are you supposed to undo his pants? Is that what he wants? You have never given a blow job before. Maybe you can fake it and figure it out as you go. You’ve seen porn. Just don't bite him, and you'll be fine. Your hands reach up and start to undo his belt around his hips. Yoongi chuckles a humorless laugh as he swats your hands away.  Oh, that's not what he meant. Tears well in your eyes out of embarrassment. 

“On the bed. On your knees, ass up,”  he snickers at you. 

You stand up slowly and walk with your head down to the bed. You don't want him to see the unshed tears or your embarrassed face. You know it's red. Your knees hit his mattress, the sheets are still soft. You lean down onto your elbows as you look at him, and he shakes his head at you. God, you probably look like such an idiot for not knowing what to do.  Yoongi walks over to you and puts his hands on the back of your shoulders, and pushes you gently down. Your chest and the side of your face meet the bed. He turns your head gently to look at the other side of the room. There's nothing to see over there besides his closet.  You feel the dress that you're wearing starts to rise up. Yoongi next adjusts your hands. Making sure that your fingers are interlocked above your head. You feel him get closer to your face. His breath tickles your ear. 

“Are you okay?” He asks you.

“Yes,” you say meekly. 

“Good. Stop me anytime,” he tells you as he kisses below your ear. “You thought I was ignoring you? You think that’s why I didn't call you?” He asks, but you don't answer. You can feel him slip your dress completely up and over your ass as he stands behind you. “Yes or no, baby?” 

“Yes,” SMACK! As soon as you answer, he spanks you. It wasn't overly hard but just enough to sting. Your body goes rigid, and your eyes widen comically in surprise. Oh! You honestly were not expecting that.

You wait for him to say something, but you're just met with silence. You don't feel his presence near you. You strain your ears to try and listen for him. Did he leave the room?  

“Y..Yo..Yoongi?” you asked softly and he didn't respond.

Suddenly, there was a tick…tick..tick noise in the room.  Slowly, you turn your head, and you see him sitting at his desk. His shirt is off, hair beautifully messy,  pants undone, but nothing obscene showing. Tick…tick…tick. It's one of those music things, a metronome you think it's called. The pendulum swings back and forth again and again. Tick… tick…tick. Yoongi is watching you kneel on the bed while playing with it in his hands. He almost looks bored. 

“Turn back around,” he tells you slowly. You turn your head back around. Tick…tick…tick. “You know what i was thinking all week?” He asks you. “I thought I was a horrible person. Did I force you here? Did I make you do something you didn't want? You wanted out of here so bad the next morning I thought you were going to have a panic attack.” 

The chair groans a little bit. You can only assume that he got up. You can hear the clicking of his belt buckle as if he's walking to you. You anticipate his touch, but again, nothing. Tick…tick…tick.  The oscillating noise is putting you on edge. The sound of his belt tells you he's close. Your breath is starting to come out as pants as adrenaline starts to flow through you. Your interlaced fingers twitching. 

“I wanted to give you space. I see that was the wrong thing to do. Why didn't you get a hold of me, baby?” He asked. You still can't see him.  

“I didn't want to bother you,” you mumble. SMACK! SMACK! You press your hands together tightly and screw your eyes shut.  Tears blurred your vision as they started to fall. You sucked in a shuddering breath.

“You could never bother me. Instead of talking to me, you decided to ignore me to fuck around with Kai? How do you think that makes me feel?” His voice raises some. SMACK! His hand gently starts rubbing your reddened cheek. Soothing the stinging with his cool palm. You hear him take a deep breath.  “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say through tears. “I'm fine.” You really were. “I didn't…” 

“What?” Yoongi asks. His hand is still gently rubbing your reddened skin. 

“I thought you realized you made a mistake. I thought maybe I wasn't good enough for you. I'm not like my sister,” you hiccuped. You pressed your hands tightly together before he delivered the next smack. It never came. Tick…tick…tick.  

“Why would you compare yourself to her? Why didn't you say anything?” He asked. His hand stroked some hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The strands were wet from tears. 

“Have you met me,” you try to joke through tears. You highly doubt Yoongi thinks it's funny. Yoongi leaned over to look at your tear stained face. Bending down, he kissed the tears away. You close your eyes and welcome him. He's here. The soft, gentle Yoongi is here now. 

Yoongi moved again and stood behind you. He hooked his fingers into your underwear and slowly slid them down your legs. His fingertips tickled the outside of your thighs as they traveled down. He lifted your knees one at a time so he could completely remove them from your body. Then, nothing. Why does he keep disappearing on you? You were tempted to turn and look for him again. Tick…tick..tick. Suddenly, his tongue is on you. You close your eyes and sigh, escape your lips , and fingers tighten together.  You push your hips back against his face to get him closer. His tongue swirls magical circles against your bundle of nerves.  One week, and you realize how much you missed this. How starved for his touch you were. You should have made the first move. This all could have been avoided. He was right. You didn't think about how he felt.  You shouldn't have gotten in your own head. You always get in your own head. Yoongi pulls away. Disappointment floods through your body.  Disappointment doesn't last, though. You hear his belt rattling, and pants hit the ground. He roughly pulls your body to him in one smooth move. Your own clothed back to his naked front. He gently tangles his hand in your hair, pulling your head back. Just like that, gentle Yoongi is gone.  Dipping his head, he slants his mouth over yours. Tongue demanding entrance. You relax and press your tongue against his, tasting yourself on him.  Soon, he lets go of your lips and hands roughly yank your dress down to your waist. You thrust your hips back with an arch of your back. He's hard. 

“Still good?” He asks again, hands and slowly coming up to cup your naked breasts. His fingers tweak your nipple. It sends a jolt right down to your core. 

“Yes, Yoongi,” you reply somewhat breathlessly. 

Yoongi pushes you forward so you were down on the bed again. Chest flush with the bed, ass in the air. His hands grip your hips, bringing you back to him. You feel him run his cock up and down your wet folds. Dipping the head in and taking it back out. He does this several times and it's driving you mad. You try to swivel your hips but he completely backs off with an airy laugh. SMACK! He slaps your ass once more. Grabbing your hair again, he pulls you up   savagely against him. His arm crosses over your chest, hand on your shoulder. He's supporting your weight against him. You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder. Chest rising and falling with every pant of your breath. 

“I should have fucked you in front of him,” he hisses in your ear. “That way you wouldn't have to doubt me again. Everyone at that party would know your mine now. Kai….Lisa….Jimin.” 

 Yoongi's free hand cups your pussy, giving you teasing strokes. Teasing just like before. Fingers enter you shallowly just to pull back quickly. You look at him and you don't even have time to question him before he's answering you. 

“How do you think I found you tonight? We work together, baby. He likes talking about Lisa.” He explains with a chuckle. “Lisa… she likes to talk about setting her pretty little friend up with a date, but her friend is kind of shy. I took the chance that she was talking about you. Lucky me, huh,” Yoongi answers you as his fingers finally start pumping into you. Your wet, you thought maybe too, went given the situation. Your noises make it obvious how much you are enjoying this. “Too bad you're not available. Kai was pretty good-looking.” 

“Please, I'm sorry. I need you. Yoongi, please,” you beg him. Yoongi kisses your neck. Lightly sucking on your sweat slicked skin as his fingers pump into you faster. Marking you, making you his.

Yoongi lets his grip on you go. You fall to the bed and scramble to get back onto your knees in front of him. You lift your head and look over your shoulder at him. Trying to beg him with your eyes to do something…anything.  Tick…tick…tick. Yoongi finally grips your hips and pulls you back to him. Leaning over you, he places you exactly like he had you before. Chest flush with the bed, hands above your head. Rubbing your red marks with his hand, he deals one more blow before he sinks all the way into you. You sigh. He feels like home. 

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flash bang - e. & s. todoroki ⋆·˚ ༘ *

E. TODOROKI x ADOPTED!READER x S. TODOROKI

warnings: 2.1k explicit! pseudocest, fem-bodied reader, spitroasting, office sex, mild jealousy, rough blow jobs, squirting, creampie, sho and enji don’t actually touch each other during the do, reader is older than sho (unspecified ages), reader is adopted but nothing about it is detailed

terms used: “father, brother, little brother, daddy, sister, sister-cunt”

note: sorry i was possessed. i have no other explanation. if you like this filth, let me know! and if i missed any warnings also let me know :3

This isn’t the first time the three of you have posed as a family, standing closely in front of the camera as you’re blinded by every flash. You let the director shift your positions, turning Enji just a little more to the right, placing Shouto’s crossed arms in a very precise way, bending down to nudge your legs apart just a little bit. Your brother shifts uncomfortably on your left as your father lets out a smoky huff of disapproval.

This isn’t the first time the three of you have posed, no, but it is the first time in front of a camera since…

“Is it necessary to touch her legs like that?” Enji growls. You feel him grow warm from the fire building in his chest.

The photographer chuckles and stands, pointing at the dragon of a man with a grin. “Overprotective father. I like it! Makes that glare of yours even scarier!”

“It isn’t about me being overprotective. It’s about you being inappropriate with my daughter.”

The other man’s smile falters, his throat bobbing with a swallow, but Shouto steps in like he always does when given the chance to undermine Enji.

“Don’t mind my dad. He can get… sensitive when it comes to this one.” A cold hand on your shoulder fights to balance out the heat on your other side.

Smirking, you can’t help but add, “I’m a bit of a touchy subject.” Enji clears his throat a bit too loudly and Shouto’s fingers dig into the skin above your collarbone.

When the photographer is far enough away, Enji mutters a scathing, “brat,” under his breath, but it only makes you giggle.

Countless camera flashes, more uncomfortable poses that include squatting and flexing and jumping on your brother’s back. The Todoroki’s are famous and fearsome, not just in Japan but all over the world. Most photoshoots and interviews only show that intimidating side of your family, so it’s refreshing to work with someone who wants to make all of you look more personable, even if there are also plenty of serious shots in the mix.

Of course you aren’t actually a blood related member, but you’ve been with them long enough now that you may as well be. Your quirk may be different as well as your overall demeanor, but the closeness you feel to them—specifically to Enji and Shouto—is even thicker than blood.

There is another fluid you could compare it to, though…

Shouto’s agency building is the closest safe space. His staff is more than accustomed to seeing you, whether it’s whenever you walk in alone, with Sho, Enji, or both. Nobody thinks anything of it. Because nobody knows what goes on, on the top floor.

“You thought you were being so cute back there,” Shouto scoffs.

You grin, bat your eyes at him, “I don’t have to think about it. I know I’m cute.”

He catches your hand before you can tap him on the nose, a habit of yours that he loathes, but it’s the way his eyes widen for a split second before narrowing that makes you keep wanting to do it.

You can see your father roll his eyes without even looking at him, hear the exasperated grunt in his throat.

“Arrogance isn’t an endearing quality, you know,” he says while stepping toward you. His palm covers your entire cheek when he touches your face, and your stomach begins to sizzle in a familiar fashion.

You slip away from both of them, arguing, “I wouldn’t call it arrogance.”

“No?” Shouto looks and sounds unimpressed. “What would you call it then?”

The desk that Shouto almost never uses is meticulously clean as you boost yourself up on it, sitting on the edge and throwing one leg over the other.

“Confidence…” Your sweet smile turns mischievous. “… that I have the two of you wrapped around my little finger.”

Shouto moves first which is typical of him. He tries to be stoic, but he still has the impulse control of a man in his twenties. Enji, however, has more self control, watching as his youngest son peels your legs apart to slot himself between them.

One chilled hand gripping your thigh while hot fingers gently wrap around your throat. He’s trying to prove that he has more power, but all it takes is palming Shouto’s growing hard-on for him to buckle.

“Not fair,” he hisses as he shifts his hips forward.

“Oh?” You give him a quick squeeze, enjoying the way he sags forward. Too easy.

So close to Shouto, you never even realized your father made his way around the desk, not until you feel him seize your waist and tug you backward. You slide away from Shouto with a yelp, able to see dissatisfaction all over his handsome face.

Towering over you, Enji rips your head backwards and the pull of it leaves your mouth hanging open wide enough for him to spit in.

“You’re the one ready to fall to your knees at a moment’s notice.” He reaches down the front of your shirt to grope your tits while Shouto busies himself with your shoes and shorts. “Always eager to take daddy’s cock.”

“And for little brother to eat your pussy,” Shouto adds when he shoves your knees wide apart. “You think you’ve got us wrapped around your finger?” He leans down and presses his mouth to the skimpy underwear that barely covers your cunt. You can feel the weight of his tongue pressing against the material, saliva soaking through it and adding to the wetness that’s already formed between your legs.

You open your eyes when you feel something slap against your cheek, Enji’s cockhead leaving a bead of sticky pre on your skin. Your head is already hanging off the desk now that you’re flat on your back, and though he has to bend his knees a little, your father easily guides himself into your waiting mouth.

“Hard to be a brat when your mouth is full, hm?” he mocks, slowly pressing himself forward. “That’s a good girl, open wide for daddy.”

Your gag reflex causes saliva to pool behind your tongue as tears prick your eyes. The stretch is always uncomfortable, but knowing it’s Enji’s girth that’s forcing your jaws apart makes slick arousal leak from your pussy.

Shouto chuckles while playing in the mess, cold fingers dancing up and down your slit and purposely bumping your swelling bud. You let out a muffled whine and pathetically kick out, begging for more of his touch, and thank god he understands, middle and index fingers pushing past your entrance.

The moan you let out vibrates around Enji, a guttural noise rumbling from his chest. He pulls out a little only to tilt his hips forward even further, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and then slipping into the tight sleeve of it.

You can’t breathe for a moment, both because Enji’s length is impeding your airway and because Shouto is curling his fingers so nicely, pressing against just the right spot.

The father and son rarely interact during these escapades, yet somehow they make an incredible team, doing everything in tandem, making you melt at the same time in different ways.

The sounds you make are awful. Gurgles and pitiful moans and whimpers escape you, and it only gets worse when Shouto pulls his cock free of his uniform and rubs his tip between your folds. Up and down, up down, slapping himself against your clit until drops of your arousal start splashing back toward him.

He’s slow to push into your heat, feels like it takes forever, but he’s so hot with those two-toned tresses hanging in his face, licking his lips as he stares down at where you’re connected.

“Be polite, Shouto,” Enji chides. It’s a rare occurrence that he actually addresses him like this. “Tell your sister how good she feels.”

Shouto groans, pulling his hips back before thrusting forward quickly.

“Feel so good,” he pants heavily, already drunk off of you, “love this sister-cunt.”

You can’t respond with Enji’s dick sliding in and out of your mouth, but you do wrap your legs around Shouto’s waist, pulling him tighter against you. It causes him to start rutting into you, quick shallow thrusts, unable to rock his hips back, only forward so that he keeps hitting your cervix. It feels like someone pressing on a bruise, painful but oddly satisfying, and all you can think is that you want him deeper. Deeper. Until all he can do is gyrate, stirring your insides.

All the while Enji keeps fucking your throat, your drool like slime all over him. You’re able to take in a deep gasp when he pulls out, but it’s only so he can lift his cock and dip his balls in your mouth.

“My sweet baby,” he rumbles as you use the tip of your tongue to drag up the seam of his sack. “Look at you, just letting me make a mess on your face.”

And he’s right. You’re filthy with tears and snot and pre-cum, and you love it. It makes your pussy throb around Shouto, still buried to the hilt. “Suck on them, mmm, such a dirty mouth…”

One ball and then the other, you alternate back and forth until Enji reaches down to pull your bottom jaw down further, using his free hand to work his fat sack into your mouth—swollen and full of cum. You can’t wait for him to spill it all over you.

You can’t breathe, eyes rolling as dizziness sets in. Shouto is playing with your clit, rubbing in circles then slapping it. You gush squirt, feel the puddle beneath you, and when you cum even more comes out, a fountain. Your brother finds the strength to yank himself free, bending down to attach his mouth to your cunt and swallow all the fluid leaking from you, shoving a finger in your sensitive core and moving frantically so that he can drink more of you. He’s like a dog dying of thirst, sucking your clit. Your pleasure paired with your lightheadedness is sure to make you pass out, but your father’s warm hand slaps your face hard enough to sting.

“Not yet, baby. Want you awake so you can swallow all of me.”

He gives you a break, feeling up your tits as you breathe heavily, each rise and fall of your chest making your hardened nipples chafe against his rough palms.

Still eating you out, Shouto starts fisting his cock. You can feel the movement rocking his body, pushing his face against you in a rhythmic pattern. You’ve just stopped panting when he surges upward and slides back inside of you, just in time to cum.

Your brother always makes the prettiest noises when he climaxes. He throws his head back to expose his pale neck, something between a whimper and a groan climbing from his throat. His hips stutter, and his fingers spasm where they grip your thighs, and then he falls forward, Enji moving just in time so that his youngest can bury his face in your chest.

Enji taps your face a few more times, urging you to open your mouth again. The way that Shouto gently sucks your nipples makes it slightly easier to take the huge cock that’s sliding in and out of your throat. Your body is tired, and you’re not sure when or what your last coherent thought was.

Even in his spent state Shouto has the presence of mind to rub your clit, pulling more of your juices from you until you cum around his fingers one more time. You moan around Enji’s throbbing cock, back arching and forcing it further down. A warm hand wraps around your neck, and Enji grunts obscenities at the feeling of his dick moving beneath his own palm.

“That’s daddy’s good girl,” he praises, hips moving faster, uncaring of the ache in your jaw, the tears pouring from your eyes. “Almost there, fuck, take… all of it…”

He buries himself as deep as he can, making your whole body convulse as his hot seed shoots down your throat and into your tummy. Enji pulls out, leaving you so empty yet so full. Your pussy feels raw and swollen, Shouto’s cum still dripping out of you, and your mouth is coated with spitty mucus and cum, strings of it all over your face.

It always starts with you being mouthy and ends with you splayed out and ruined. Just another sordid tryst you’re sure you’ll have to atone for one day.

If there’s one thing the Todoroki’s are good at, though, it’s asking for forgiveness.

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can I request a Freddy Carter and his sister reader pls? thank u! x

Hi!!! Thank you lovely! I’m starting to feel a bit better 🥰

Here ya are!

Comedic Carters: Freddy Carter x Sister!Reader

Description: SMAU, Freddy and his sister engage in more playful banter via Instagram.

Warnings: jokes and playful ‘insults’

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freddycarter1: Little preview of my upcoming project: Recursive Dreams.

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"I'm seriously moving to the North Pole."

"What?" Jourdan laughed.

"I'm sure paparazzis would not find me there."

"Don't underestimate them."

"I just... How did they find us in Paris? How did they know?"

"It was fashion week, there were photographers everywhere."

"Urgh" Adele grunted, sinking a bit lower on the sofa.

The day after the Dior photoshoot, she had woken up to her and Mason all over the internet. A paparazzi had caught them during their walk and then while having lunch, and there were what felt like hundreds of articles talking about it, most of them saying the same: that things were ok between them after she had been seen getting cosy with Nico at that party. 

"You do look like an actual couple, tho. Again."

"Jourdan... Not you, please. I already have enough with my mum, Toni, and our brothers. You should see our family group chat, I had to silence it."

"That bad it is?" she chuckled.

"Worse. They keep saying that they believe we are just friends as we tell them, but that if something else is happening or will happen, we have their support."

"That's cute."

"That's... I don't know what it is. But nothing is happening."

"I disagree, Adele. Because something is happening: you and Mason are getting closer. You may not be dating or falling in love, but you are slowly becoming the type of friends everyone expected you to be since you were born."

"Yeah... I guess. I just wish they would leave us alone for five minutes."

And after those Paris photos, it looked like they had finally left them alone. Each day there were less photographers outside Adele's house and less often, and people online had also relaxed. Though it probably was just because there was a new scandal surrounding the royal family. Either way, she was glad her mundane life was back. Kind of. 

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"Mum, please, stop!" Luca complained.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I've missed you so much!" Elizabeth said.

"I know. But if you keep squeezing me like that, you will miss me forever."

"Luca! Don't say that!" she scolded him. 

"Sorry” he said, trying to shrug. “But please let me go. I'm sure dad also wants a hug."

"I'm fine" he chuckled.

"Addie?"

"Mase just arrived, gotta go open the door for him. Sorry" she smiled.

"Yes! Run to your boyfriend instead of helping your dying little brother!" 

"Whatever" Adele said, rolling her eyes. 

That year they had decided to spend the holidays all together in Switzerland, having some proper white Christmas as when they were kids. And, of course, the Mounts were joining them. 

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"If I hit Luca in the back of his head with a snowball... What do I get in return?"

"Another one?" Adele laughed. It was Christmas Eve, and they were going back to the resort where they were staying after having lunch in town.

"Boring" Mason said, rolling his eyes. 

"Sorry for being realistic" she shrugged.

"What the fuck!" Luca screamed. "Who hit me?"

"Your sister!" Mason said, pointing at Adele.

"What? It was... Fuck!" she complained. "Luca! That hurt!"

"So did mine!" he replied.

"I think they are having a snowball fight without us" Adele's dad said. "Should we join them?"

"Darling..." Elizabeth started. But it was too late. Everyone was already throwing snowballs, screaming and laughing. 

"Mase, no. No!" Adele laughed while trying to run away from him.

"Come here, Addie!"

"No!" she laughed again, running as fast as she could without slipping.

"Oh, you've made such a big mistake, Miss Turlington."

"Shit" she whispered when she realized she had run into a dead end. "Mase, please... I didn't mean to hit you in the face, I'm sorry."

"I made a living out of it, you know?"

"I know, and I'm very sorry."

"It's too late for that now" Mason smirked.

"But that snowball is huge! Mine fitted in my hand, and that one is bigger than your head!"

"I have a small head."

"You do" she snorted. "Wait, I'm sorry. Mase... Mason."

"Too late, Adele. Time to face your destiny" he said, lifting the big ball and throwing it against her. Throwing it... And missing.

"Oh my God" she laughed. "That was so bad! You hit the wall!"

"Addie..."

"You better not have that bad aim with everything."

"Addie... Adele!" Mason said, quickly grabbing her by the arm and pulling her against him.

"Holy shit" she whispered after a big chunk of snow fell where she had been standing just a moment ago. 

"That was close."

"So close" she said, suddenly realising how close she was to Mason. To his face. From that distance, she was able to perfectly count the freckles on his nose.

"We should join the others." Four, five, six... "Addie, did you hear me?" Ten, eleven... "Adele!" Mason chuckled.

"Damn it" she said under her breath, losing count. 

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just... Just a bit chilly. We should go back."

"Are you sure you are ok? You looked... Distracted."

"It was the shock of the snow falling, nothing else."

"Ok..."

"Hey, what are you two doing there?" Luca said behind them. "Making out?"

"You are so funny" Adele said, rolling her eyes.

"I mean, you are hugging and way too close to each other. If I was a pap and saw you like that, that's what I would think" he shrugged.

"And you would be wrong" Adele said, letting go of Mason. She hadn't realized she had her arms around him. "Not let's go, I'm getting cold."

"Then ask Mason to keep hugging you" Luca smirked.

"Fuck you" she said while walking away, trying not to think too much about what had just happened, or what she had felt.

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Jealous - Antoine Griezmann x reader (Part II & End)

Requested: Yes ("antoine griezmann angst plz! u guys have an argument about something, and ignore each other but then make up" - Anon)

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x Female!Reader

Summary: Antoine realizes his mistake thanks to a few people.

Word Count:  2.5k

Warnings: Angst, mention of cheating, false accusation, bad words ig?

A/N: Here comes the second and last part! I really enjoyed writing it. I had to include Adri a bit because he's my hubby (alongside Antoine lol). Hope you'll like it. I corrected the many typos on the first part, sorry about that. By the way discussions between Antoine and two people are mentionned, if you want me to write them as a bonus let me know, I'm down for it :) GIF isn't mine (again I found the perfect one but Tumblr is messing with me so this one will do). ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

PART I

PART II

You spent the rest the rest of the day in your room – which was close to the one the Coach and the other members of the staff had – and you planned on staying in there crying until Hugo knocked on your door and convinced you to get downstairs for dinner. Before entering the dining room you ran into the Coach, who smiled at you.

“Hello there, young lady.”

He suddenly noticed your red eyes and his face became worried. He walked towards you and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What is it?”

“Nothing, coach.”

“Nonsense," he said, "you’ve obviously been crying. I may be old but I’m not blind. Tell me. Is it Antoine?”

You felt tears coming again, and nodded slowly.

“You guys had a fight, didn’t you?”

You nodded again, your throat hurting keeping you from talking.

“It’s alright, kiddo, I’m sure it’s nothing. Couples fight all the time.”

You stopped crying, and finally managed to talk.

“He saw me with Kylian after the photoshoot…And he thought there was something between us.”

“Goodness. Well, I’m sure he’ll come to his senses and realize that he’s wrong. Just give it a little time.”

He squeezed your shoulders in the manner of a father and you followed him into the dining room, where the players were sitting down around the long table. You usually sat there with them, laughing and talking alongside them, but today you felt like you couldn’t. When they saw you, several of the boys greeted you, and Paul gestured to you to come sit next to him but you softly shook your head. You went to sit down on the much smaller table next to the Coach, who had the kindness not to mention what was happening of in front of the others. From where you were you only saw Antoine’s back, and that was for the best. You tried to only focus on your plate and the much calmer discussion between the staff but your eyes kept looking in Antoine’s direction. While the others were loudly talking and laughing, you noticed Antoine didn’t talk and remained still. You forced yourself to eat a little bit, mostly to avoid questions, but everything felt like ashes in your mouth and your stomach hurt. Dessert was served and fatigue was starting to get to everyone. You refused your dessert, pretending to be full, and after a few minutes you rose from your chair.

“I’m actually feeling a bit tired, I think I’ll go to sleep. Goodnight, gentlemen.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Sleep well.”

You left the room in a hurry so the players wouldn’t notice you but as you walked to the stairs someone called up your name.

“Y/N!”

You turned to find Kylian almost running to you.

“Are you okay?” he clearly sounded – and looked –worried.

“I’ve been better, I guess.”

“Man, I feel so bad about all of this. I tried to talk to Antoine but he told me to go to hell.”

“At least you tried.”

“I’m so confused, we were just playing a video game. You're like a sister to me, there isn’t any ambiguity between us.”

“I know. A shame he doesn’t see like that," you said with sarcasm.

Kylian nodded, a sad small smile on his face.

“Do the others…”

“No, they don’t know. Some of them asked why you didn’t sit with us but Paul and I said you weren’t feeling well and that you could eat wherever you wanted anyway.”

“Thank you.” You said, feeling grateful.

“That’s the least I could do. I’ll try to talk to him again tomorrow, I don’t want you to face all this crap alone. Hopefully by then he’ll realize what he dickhead he’s been.”

“Fingers crossed.”

You said goodbye to Kylian and asked him to bid the boys goodnight on your behalf, which he accepted. You went to your room, the silence of the castle being louder than ever, and realized that if Antoine kept thinking you cheating on him, it might just be the end of your relationship. You felt so hurt at the moment that if he happened to come and apologize to you, you weren’t even sure that you would accept his apologies and forget about all of this. Antoine didn’t seem to have any trust in you, and you couldn’t date a man like that. You laid in your bed and cried until sleep came to you.

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You woke up the next morning, feeling more tired than ever but a bit hungrier than the night before. It was early and the players would wake up and go down for breakfast soon. You quickly prepared and went down, and as you excepted the dining room was empty but breakfast was ready. You sat down at the same place as last night, took a croissant and poured yourself a cup of coffee, enjoying the silence. You really loved your job, the Bleus, the staff and the castle, and breaking up with Antoine meant leaving that job. You knew deep down that even though you didn’t do anything, you wouldn’t be able to stand to have Antoine hate you and ignore you. You heard noise coming from upstairs and raised from your chair. You had no problem talking with any other player than Antoine but you still preferred to only see them during training. You grabbed a paper to write notes and went to the pitches where they would train this morning. You waited and after an hour your heard them coming. They instantly noticed you as they arrived on the pitch, and greeted you.

“Hey, Y/N! Already here?”

“You weren’t at breakfast,” Adrien asked, “are you okay?”

“Yes,” you smiled. “I just got up early.”

None of them asked you about last night, probably thanks to Paul and Kylian. The Coach came to you, still looking worried, and your heart dropped as you saw Antoine behind him. He was the only one who didn’t speak to you, but he gave you a look that made you confused. Kylian then came towards you.

“Hey, there. You good?” he said as he kissed you on the cheek like all of the others did. “Hugo and I spoke to him separately,” he whispered in your ear. “Antoine was way calmer than yesterday; I was the one who got angry. I may or may not called him names, I’ll admit. I don’t think he completely believed me when I told him he was completely wrong, he still looked suspicious but I think he’ll come back to you soon.”

You nodded and he joined his teammates on the pitch. During training, you wrote any note the Coach asked you, and you couldn’t help but notice that he, Hugo and Paul acted very coldly towards Antoine, which was very unusual. During a break, you were too embarrassed not to talk to him about it.

“Coach, please, I don’t want you to act differently with Antoine, I-”

“It’s only a little lesson, Y/N. I actually talked to him this morning to let him know what I thought about his behavior.”

Must have been a heck of an early morning for Antoine, you thought. A little voice in your head said he deserved it for how he treated you the day before, and you couldn’t help but agreeing at least a bit. After training was done you handed them bottles of water. Most of them said thank you, and you had no problem reminding the others to say it too.

“Hey, Presnel, who do you think I am? Your maid?”

“Sorry, Y/N, thank you.”

You handed bottle after bottle, focused and looking only at the bottles. You handed the last one and rose up your eyes only to meet Antoine’s. You could feel your face becoming paler and your heart almost missing a bit.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

You turned your back on him and focused on the list of the things you had to do, and after a while you realized that Antoine was still here – and that everyone had left. You turned around, surprised by the feeling of annoyance you had.

“Can I help you?” you said coldly.

Antoine was obviously uncomfortable, and for a moment it felt like he was the one who cheated.

“Can we talk?” he said nervously.

“I don’t know, do you plan on insulting me like you did yesterday?”

He was taken aback by your coldness and put a nervous hand on his neck.

“No, I...”

“Because,” you cut him off, “you were this close of calling me a slut.”

“I know I went too far,” he said. “I should have never gotten angry like that.”

“Well, that’s a start,” you crossed your arms.

If you listened to yourself at this moment, you would just break up with him.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, if you only knew. I was a real dick yesterday, I don’t know what happened. I know you’d never cheat on me. I- I’m so, so sorry.”

“What if it’s too late?” you asked after a moment of silence.

“What?” he exclaimed, shock and confusion replacing nervousness on his face.

“You proved to me yesterday that you don’t trust me at all. I can accept you being a little bit jealous, but not like that. I can’t date a man wondering whether he’ll accuse me of cheating every time I talk to another man.”

“Y/N, I know I messed up really bad, I swear it won’t happen again. Please, we can’t- We can’t just break up like that, it can’t end like that.”

He reached his arm out to grab your hand, and for a second the warmness of his hand brushing yours made you want to forgive him and be in his arms again. But you couldn’t.

“I need time to think, Antoine.”

Panic came to his face in less than a second.

“Y/N, please. I love you-”

You fought the tears coming to your eyes as you stepped back.

“It didn’t look like that yesterday. I think we should just…I need time.”

He opened his mouth but you turned around and went back to the castle.

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The next few days at the castle were weird and a bit lonely. The whole team seemed to be aware there was a big fight between you and Antoine, but they had the kindness not to ever mention it in your presence. They apparently thought it was Antoine’s fault, as they acted a bit coldly with him. Not that Antoine seemed to mind or even realize, as he spent most of his free time in his room and during training he only did what the Coach asked, not laughing or even talking with the others. The boys had also apparently decided to be at your side most of the time, constantly asking you to play games with them or just discussing literally everything and anything with you. You felt a bit weird about it and usually tried to refuse, but they insisted so much every time so much that you often ended up accepting. The days of training at the castle went by slowly, and you didn’t even speak a word to Antoine. The day of the match, you went with the team and the staff to the stadium, speaking with Lucas about his young child. Once you arrived at the stadium you made sure nothing was missing and let the guys change while you waited outside, the noise from the fans growing as they arrived. Once the players were all ready, you came back into the locker-room, listened to the Coach and Hugo’s speeches and as the players left for the entrance tunnel you wished all of them good luck alongside the Coach and the staff.

“Good luck, Capi.”

“Thanks,” Hugo smiled.

“Good luck, Adri.”

“Thank you!”

Antoine’s turn came. You hesitated an instant but decided to be professional.

“Good luck.”

“Thank you.”

You sat next to the staff in the stands during the match, which the Bleus won rather easily. You were scared Antoine wouldn’t be focused but he played really well, and even scored during the second half. The fans rose from the seats to celebrate and you couldn’t believe your eyes when Antoine turned to your direction, seemingly looking at you, and made a heart with his hands, his mouth saying “I love you”. That damn-

“Isn’t that cute,” Alphonse teased, sitting next to you.

After the match you went back to the locker-room to congratulate them.

“Well done, boys!”

You got a few “Thank you” back, and went to get some food and some water for them while they showered and changed. When you came back, the Coach had just finished his second speech. You put the pizzas on the table in the center of the room and everyone ate and drank. After a while, you felt a hand on your back.

“You liked what I did?” said Antoine behind you, a shy yet happy smile full of hope on his face.

“Let’s just say it was a surprise.”

“That was meant to be one. Can we talk in private?”

During the few days where you kept your distance you’ve been thinking long and hard, and eventually made up your mind. You followed Antoine into a corridor where you would have some privacy, still hearing the noise from the fans leaving the stadium.

“Listen, Antoine, I’ve thought about it and-”

You were interrupted by Antoine’s lips crashing on yours. He waited for you to push him away but you didn’t, and he put his hands on your hips. Your own hands placed themselves around his neck and as his lips danced on yours you felt like floating and as if all the sadness and hurt you had in the last few days simply flied away.

“I know I’ve been an asshole but those last few days were the hardest in my life,” he said after breaking the kiss. “I love you, Y/N, and I don’t ever want to be apart from you. You mean the world to me and I’m willing to do what it takes for you to take me back and forgive me.”

You could feel his sincerity and your heart melted.

“I love you too, Antoine. And I’m willing to forgive you.”

He had a huge smile and kissed you again. His hands had never left your hips and yours didn’t move from his neck, and you only separated when you heard a “Ew!” by a familiar voice. You turned your head only to find Paul, Presnel and Hugo looking at you.

“Y’all are disgusting,” Paul teased with a false disgusted face, and Presnel nodded.

“Shut up, man.” Antoine laughed, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Glad you two finally made up,” Hugo said with a smile. “Was about damn time. We’re leaving now, though, so if Mr. and Mrs. lovebirds are done kissing, we better hurry.”

“Of course,” you said.

“Coming.”

You followed the boys towards the locker-room, your hand in Antoine’s, but right before entering, you stopped him.

“Toine?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it true that Kylian called you names when he came to talk to you?”

“God, you have no idea. Kylian, boy, get your ass here for a sec.”

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Oh people have been racist towards Taylor for a very long time. They can't even hide it well. On Twitter they also complain when he does something dedicated to the film because he looks obsessed and will not do anything else in his career after this film while Nick will have many projects. What I hate most is that they use Nick to bring him down every single time when he wouldn't approve of any of this crap towards Taylor. I'm not making anything up unfortunately. Who knows why T protects himself by staying completely away from that place, right? It's been full of shit towards him since TKB not to mention the details of his private life put all over the place in various threads. It's horrible I don't know how he can stand it.

...Oh God.

That's what I hate most about this shit show too: comparing Taylor to Nick and bringing him down. I have a lot of experience being compared to my own friends, and it's an awful, awful feeling that took me a long time and a lot of growing up to navigate and cope with healthily. And while I believe the boys are mature enough and truly love and respect each other to not do this, things like these do tend to put a rift in relationships and I never want to see that for them.

And exactly. Nick has repeatedly praised Taylor both on his performance and him as a person, colleague and friend. Nick (and Matthew) would be the first to defend Taylor if he saw people saying Taylor was bad (which I hope he didn't, as naive as it may be I just really want the boys to stay away from the negativity)

The film has a special and personal place for Taylor, with the weight of the story itself, how much he connects to Alex, his first leading role, the missed premiere and press because of the timing and the unfortunate passing of his sister. Of course he wants to do something about it. We, as humans, will carry things this important to us for a long, long time, possibly for the rest of our lives. He's gonna carry RWRB with him for a long, long time, rightfully so. Plus it's just been two months, and we're all still freaking hyped about the movie, of course he can do stuff about it. It's already a lot less than what he, what they could have had and done because of the strike. On top of that, signing books and talking a bit about the film with fans is more for us, the fans than himself. And he has been doing other stuff! He can't do anything acting related because of the strike, but he pretty much spent the entirety of last month attending fashion events, which, mind you, is also his job.

I literally can't say anything more about racism other than it's just objectively wrong, racists are shit people, and he doesn't deserve it. (no one does, really.)

Unfortunately, we're not them so we can't protect the boys from seeing things, only they can. And we need to trust them to do so.

But I will say this.

The comments that spawn from things like racism and hatred, there is no actual value. Yes, it hurts to see and hear, but there isn't anything backing it up, there is no evidence to back up these claims. There are, ultimately, empty.

The love and support we have for him/them? Spawn from our reaction to seeing them. Their performances, their interviews, their photoshoots. We write countless essays here explaining and analysing them. Everything we say, every praise we have, didn't come from nowhere. It came from the boys themselves. There's a reason we adore their performance, their relationship, their personality, and we can point to it.

And because of that, our support and love are far more substantial than the hate and hurtful comments, and therefore infinitely more meaningful and worthwhile. We need to remember this, and show the boys our love. That's the only practical and constructive way to combat the stupid hate. We ignore the comments, because their "opinions" are baseless and ultimately meaningless, and we show the boys the support and love that they rightfully deserve.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 104 - Sweet Moments (and Potato)

Let's kick this new day off with a maternity photoshoot!

When they get home, Xander seems a little nervous.

Xander: So, uh, don't be mad, but I made an impulse purchase and it looks like it just got dropped off.

Ophelia: Xander, what did you do?

Xander: I got you a push present! You'll like him, I promise.

Ophelia: Uh, him?

The man of the hour strolls through the front door.

Xander: Meet Sweet Potato!

Ophelia: Oh. My. Watcher!

She immediately picks him up and loves on him.

Ophelia: Oh, he's perfect!

Xander: You'd say that about any cat.

Ophelia: Still. Thank you, sweetie!

Xander focuses on some yardwork while keeping an eye on Gemma and Marshmallow so Ophelia can bond with their new pet.

As Ophelia takes a late day nap, she officially hits her third trimester. One day closer to meeting her little one.

Ophelia wakes up right before it's time to put Gemma to bed.

Ophelia: Good night, sweetie. Maybe your baby sister will be here tomorrow. Isn't that exciting?

Gemma: 😴

Later, Xander realizes something.

Xander: We still don't have a name.

Ophelia: Oh yeah. Well, I came up with Gemma's name. I think it's only fair you get the honors this time.

Xander: Really? Well, I was looking at some names earlier…

Xander: The name Lucia stuck out to me.

Ophelia: Lucia… That's pretty. We can call her Lucy for short.

Xander: Or Lulu.

Ophelia: XANDER! We are not calling this child Lulu Lemon!

Xander: Why not?

Ophelia: That's TOO silly!

Xander: I think it's cute!

Ophelia: That doesn't mean it isn't also silly!

Xander: Admit it, you like it.

Ophelia: No I don't!

Xander: Then why are you laughing?

Ophelia: Because you're ridiculous!

Xander goes to talk to Ophelia's belly. He rubs gently as he questions the growing life as if it can answer him.

Xander: YOU like it, don't you, baby girl?

Ophelia: Hey! Don't turn her against me! She kind of needs me.

Xander: Don't listen to Mommy, Lulu, she's being silly.

The baby kicks and Xander beams.

Xander: She kicked! That means she likes it!

Ophelia: No it doesn't! She kicks every twenty minutes. You just got lucky.

Xander: Nope, Lulu has spoken!

Ophelia: I like Lucia, but we are not calling her Lulu!

Xander crouches down so he can talk to the baby on a more personal level.

Xander: Don't worry, Lulu, Mommy will come around.

Ophelia: No she won't!

Xander: Just know no matter what you're called, we love you so, so much, okay?

Ophelia smiles as Xander places a gentle kiss onto her baby bump. He may be a goober, but he's an amazing dad to Gemma, and she knows he'll be just as amazing with Lulu- I mean Lucia.

Sweet Potato and Marshmallow are ambivalent to each other, so that's probably the best outcome we could have gotten. They've both got the lazy trait, so I think hating each other would take too much effort.

They still sleep in different cat trees that night though.

It's a new day and Ophelia's ready to pop! Gemma still needs breakfast though, so she spends the morning with her little girl while she's still an only child.

I've tried all the baby food with her but she's so unsure about almost everything. At least applesauce is a winner!

Xander: We're going to need to get a second high chair for Lulu.

Ophelia: I think we can wait until Lul- LUCIA can sit up.

Xander: Ah, you said Lulu! You heard that, right Gemmy?

Gemma: 😗

Ophelia's feeling inspired, so she works on writing another song for the band. She's about to have her hands full in a few days, so she wants to work while the creativity is flowing and she doesn't have two little ones on her hands.

Xander uses that time to bond with Gemma. They're going to be busy with the new baby and he doesn't want her to feel neglected.

Gemma definitely enjoys babbling at Daddy. He's a great listener!

Xander brings Gemma inside to work on standing when he hears a guitar slam to the ground.

Xander: You okay Lemon Cake?

Ophelia stumbles into the room, moaning and groaning.

Ophelia: Xander, call Hilary and tell her we're dropping Gemma off. The baby's coming!

[look-at-the-soul]

WIP FILENAMES TAG

Thank you so much for the tag @there-goes-thefighter 🥰

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Here is my WIP:

✨ Lenny Miller series “The Runway” (Part 6) request by @l1-l4

Y/N and Lenny go away for a couple of days after rumors are leaked in the press. He just knows the perfect place to hide and provide Y/N with some privacy. Things will soon escalate for them in the intimate department.

✨ “Daydreamer” Robert Fischer (One shot) for my Adele challenge song request by @raincoffeeandfandoms

After reading this song is about Adele daydreaming about her former boyfriend who was bi and she was trying to imagine him being “the perfect man”, I got the idea to Y/N being “daydreaming” about how her life would be perfect if only Robert was actually there for her.

✨ “When we were young” Cillian Murphy Special part for my Adele challenge for my in going series “The Photoshoot” request by @zablife

Cillian and Yael go back in time down to the highway f memories, no spoilers will be posted, don’t worry.

✨ “All I ask” Tommy Shelby x reader (one shot) for my Adele challenge song request by @runnning-outof-time

Still figuring out the plot for this

✨ “Love you in the dark” Tommy Shelby x reader (angst request) and I decided to base this on an Adele song as well request by @l1-l4

As Tommy got Grace pregnant, Y/N decides to move on, but Tommy keeps trying to win her back, there’s a battle between what they feel and what she needs to do.

✨ Cillian x reader “Dance” prompt tagged by @notyour-valentine 🥰

He decided to take it slow with the tequila that night, there would be plenty opportunities to get drunk but he got to celebrate ten years of marriage once.

Spotting the beautiful bride among the people around her, he smiled pleased.

“Mrs. Murphy?” He chuckled at her surprise. “May I have a word with the bride?”

And my on going series:

✨Look at the soul- Part 10

“Is this one of those stories they love to portray in movies right?”

Cillian looked at him confused.

“I’ve known you since you were a noisy teen, don’t try to fool me.” Enda adjusted the glasses on his nose. “You have fallen deep for her and I don’t blame you to be honest… I mean, who wouldn’t?”

Cillian’s eyes moved around the theater without locking eye contact with Enda. He remained quiet.

“It’s alright to move on, it’s been a while.

✨“The Photoshoot” - Part 47

“I just found out I got pregnant, this wasn’t planned but… it feels wrong in some way because I know the hard path you guys have been through.”

At first the news shocked him, but he couldn’t help but feel genuinely happy for his sister so he gave her a reassuring hug.

“Everything will be alright.” He added with a smile.

“I didn’t know how to tell you because I don’t want to hurt yours or Yael’s feelings.”

But he interrupted Orla immediately. “You don’t have to feel guilty about anything… let me deal with this.”

Deep down he knew he was trapped between two walls; feeling happy for his sister and guilty of telling his wife while they were trying to adopt.

“Congratulations.” His hand came to rest on his sister’s head in a tender touch.

Bonus: I’m working on a new Tommy Shelby series, but I want to have at least 4-5 parts before posting.

Oops I got carried away, but lately I’ve had so many ideas and I don’t want to have my drafts piled up…

Tagging no pressure: @notyour-valentine @everythingelseisextra @zablife @theshelbyclan @raincoffeeandfandoms

[deus-ex-mona]

Sister⇔Change!: Chapter 3

“narumi sena” gets to work, and...

previous part (chapter 2)

next part (chapter 4)

Mona arrived at the job site and—

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Alright! I’ll act just like Narumi Sena does!)

Journalist: Good morning! I look forward to working with you today.

Mona (in Sena’s body): Th-the pleasure’s all mine~!

Journalist: Huh? Are you feeling unwell today, Sena?

Mona (in Sena’s body): Eh?! Why’d you ask…?

Journalist: I feel as though you’re usually more cheerful than this. Sorry, it’s probably just my imagination.

Mona (in Sena’s body): H-haha… Well, I may be feeling a little nervous…

Mona (in Sena’s body): (That scared me…! I thought that the jig was already up.)

Journalist: There’s no need to get so worked up. You can just answer me with your own words like you always do, Sena.

Journalist: Well then, let’s get this interview started, okay? First of all, has there been anything that you’ve been hooked on these days?

Mona (in Sena’s body): (I’ve been hooked on this indies band lately, but…)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Big Sis wouldn’t ever give such an answer.)

Mona (in Sena’s body): Umm, I guess I’ve been hooked on sweet stuff these days~?

Journalist: You’ve been hooked on sweets? If you have any stores to recommend, please share them!

Mona (in Sena’s body): U-um… There’s ice cream from the convenience store… maybe?

Journalist: The convenience store, huh. Well, they sell lots of delicious foods these days, don’t they…

Mona (in Sena’s body): (The mood got kinda weird…?)

Journalist: Do you have any beauty tips to recommend to our readers?

Mona (in Sena’s body): Lemme think~... I’d recommend taking baths, I guess?

Journalist: Are you talking about half-body baths?

​​Mona (in Sena’s body): Y-you think so~? Ahaha…

Journalist: You’re unexpectedly more vague than I’d expected, Sena. I’d thought that you’d give more precise answers than this.

Mona (in Sena’s body): Y-yes, I’m talking about half-body baths! Be sure to sweat with all you’ve got in them!

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Acting like Big Sis is harder than I thought.)

Journalist: Next, I’d like to ask you all about love. Is there an ideal romance that you long for?

Mona (in Sena’s body): A-an ideal romance?!

Mona (in Sena’s body): (These questions are getting increasingly incomprehensible…!)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (But… if the topic’s about love… My image of what love would be like is…)

Mona (in Sena’s body): I think it’d be fluffy and sweet, just like a piece of candy~.

Journalist: Ooh! A piece of candy, was it?!

Journalist: That answer was so cute! It’d be the perfect headline for the feature.

Mona (in Sena’s body): G-glad to hear it.

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Will Narumi Sena’s reputation be okay…?)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (But still, I’m really happy that my answer was praised.)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Next up’s a photoshoot for a fashion magazine, huh…)

Mona (in Sena’s body): I look forward to working with you today!

Cameraman: Let’s work hard, Sena. You look super cute today too!

Cameraman: Well then, I’ll get on with the shoot~.

Mona (in Sena’s body): Got it!

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Should I pose like this?)

Cameraman: You look kinda stiff. You can just strike really energetic poses for today’s shoot, okay?

Mona (in Sena’s body): (Really energetic poses, huh…)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (If that’s what he wants, that’s my forte! Alright! I’ll pull ‘em off perfectly as Narumi Sena…!)

Cameraman: Good work, Sena! You were really cute! You managed to get back into your usual groove in the second half of it, yeah?!

Mona (in Sena’s body): Thank you very much!

Cameraman: I just knew that you’d be able to make expressions like those. Didja develop a new charm point or something?!

Mona (in Sena’s body): Ahaha…

Mona (in Sena’s body): (I’m a little concerned about whether I managed to pull it off as Big Sis… But modelling was really fun! I got to wear so many outfits…!)

Mona (in Sena’s body): (I wonder how it’d feel like to live as “Narumi Sena” from here on out—...)

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

@monthly-challenge 2024 | 12. Compliments

I used this prompt for my original characters, Nathan and Patience: the story is under the cut.

Word count: 1,085

Patience tied up her hair, squinted at it in the mirror and tried it again. It was still crooked, and didn’t sit nicely, like she’d hoped.

“Do you need a hand?” asked Rhona, as she entered the room. She seemed on the tail end of a laugh, as if there had been something very funny just said.

“I would love one,” said Patience. “I really need about three, one to wield a hairbrush, and one to tie it up, and the third to hold it to be tied in the first place.”

“Let me try it.” Rhona wielded the hairbrush and elastic with expert hands, and presently produced an extremely passable-looking ponytail. “Why do you want to be particularly pretty today?—Don’t tell me, it’s Nathan.”

“Yeah.” She grinned. “We’re getting not-engagement photos done.”

“I cannot believe you didn’t tell me this until just now. You did say not engagement, right? He still hasn’t engaged himself to you?”

“He has not.” Patience laughed and pushed a satin-sleek lock of hair back. “Nor do I anticipate it any minute now.”

“You sure this isn’t actually an engagement photoshoot that he just forgot to mention? Sure he isn’t whipping out the ring during it?”

“Well, if he does, then it’s not something I anticipate at all.”

“Why aren’t you wearing your hair down? It looks so pretty when you do.”

“Don’t flatter me! It’s simply not voluminous enough; not like yours.” “Yours is gorgeous! I’m sure—” She cut herself off. “Never mind, that joke didn’t need saying.”

“Okay, then…?” Patience replied, a little confused. “Anyway, I figured I’d tie it back because then it won’t get in my face.”

“It’s going to be so beautiful.” Rhona removed the elastic despite Patience’s protests, and began to brush her hair. “Should I come with you so you can have it properly brushed just before you enter the studio?”

“‘Enter the studio’… that sounds so frightfully posh.”

“Frightfully,” agreed Rhona lightheartedly. “Terribly. Amazingly.”

“In answer to your question….” She ignored the ribbing and subsequent laughter. “If you put the brush in my bag probably Nathan will brush it again.”

“That sounds awfully romantic.” Rhona sighed softly. “What do I have to do to land a boyfriend as nice as yours, Patience?”

She shrugged broadly, nearly knocking the brush from Rhona’s hands. “Blowed if I know. He just showed up one day and wanted to marry me.”

“Wanted to marry you—!”

“Okay, I may be summarising. He wanted to go out with me, so I said yes, just to see how it worked. Turns out it works real well.”

“You’ve been dating for over a year now, because it was around Christmas last year, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, so that makes it—what, coming up on fourteen months now?” “That’s a long time to be dating, you know.”

“Eh, not so long as you might think?” Patience put on a necklace—a delicate silver thing which had her name on a small silver bar—and smiled perfunctorily into the mirror. “Yes, we know each other a lot better than we used to, but that still doesn’t mean that we’re ready to get married. Far from it, in fact. I don’t think we’d be ready to be married in a year’s time. Though if he asked me, I’d probably say yes, even if it came with conditions.”

“All your best years!” bemoaned eighteen.

“I have plenty of better years to come,” said wiser nineteen.

“Isn’t nineteen the best age to have children, though?”

“Biologically, maybe: socially and all the rest of it, including maturity level, probably not. There’s always an age at which you can be more something, or something else. Ultimately, I’d be not looking to have children immediately if I was to marry now, which I’m not.” She emphasised the last word, smiling at Rhona.

Rhona sighed. “At my age, you were only three months away from finding a steady boyfriend. I don’t see any of that happening anytime soon.”

“And that’s okay,” said Patience firmly, then hugged her younger sister. “Everyone’s timeline is different. I will say that at your age I didn’t expect to find a boyfriend anytime soon either, and it was out of the blue: but also, consider Paul.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” she said, sadly.

“Of course I was! The thing is, dear heart, easy as it may be for me to say (and I know it’s not easy to do), you need to try and be content in whatever stage of life you’re in right now. Having a boyfriend isn’t all kisses and sweet things. There are hard conversations, and you carry the other person’s burdens as well as your own, sometimes. I can’t tell you what, of course, but that’s very much true. Please don’t feel like you’re unwanted, Rhona. You’re very much wanted, despite the fact that no boy has yet noticed this of you.”

Rhona sighed and hugged her. Patience returned the hug. “It’s just hard,” she said.

“I know. And I’ll pray for you.”

“Thanks.”

“The time is such that I should scram,” said Patience, suddenly noticing the aforementioned time. “Cram that brush in my bag, and I’ll skedaddle.”

Nathan was picking her up in his new—secondhand—car, and Patience came in a whirl of blue satin skirts and satin-smooth hair, sliding hurriedly into his car. “I’m sorry I’m late,” she apologised.

“Hence why I left fifteen minutes extra in the planning phase, in case you were,” he said, sparkling-eyed. “You’re looking beautiful today, Patience.”

“Thanks.” She had had a year of acclimatising herself to his compliments, and while they still made her want to retreat inside her shell and freeze him out over it, she was more and more used to just accepting them at face value. For whatever reason, Nathan actually cared about her.

Which was just as well, because she cared about him, too.

“You’re looking very dapper also,” she added, taking in for the first time the sight of her boyfriend in a spotted blue bowtie. “I love your bowtie.”

“Thanks, I love it too. I colour-matched it, even.”

“Impressive. How’d you know I’d wear this?”

“It’s the thing that looks prettiest on you. I thought it was likely enough. Also I bought six others just in case.”

She stared at him. “You’re crazy.”

“I know.” He smiled, charmingly. “And you love me for it.”

“Well, yes,” she admitted, and just before he started up the car again she kissed him quickly.

Tagging @stealingmyplaceinthesun @graycedelfin @pilgrimsofworship@noisette-tornade and @choasuqeen

[naturalblue22]

(some) succession relationships matched to lana del rey songs

Shiv & Tom - Ghetto Baby (two lovers, one of which is not as invested as the other, getting their relationship disapproved in New York. 'Kissing my stilettos/Move your mouth up to my lips')

Rava & Kendall - Your Girl (this one is Kendall-centric, sorry Ravettes. 'Carry me off the stage/I can't do this anymore' 'I wish I was your girl')

Logan & Ewan - Terrence (maybe i'm biased towards this one because i truly believe that Ewan still loves Logan, despite Logan trying his best to push him away for most of their lives and despite their clashing political views. i may not show it 100% but i really love the relationship between those two)

Marcia & Logan - Cruel World (divorce era!), previously National Anthem (i think it would be funny if Marcia was an americanphile and the song is very graceful and confident, just like her.)

Kendall & The Waiter - Ride

Tom & Greg - Fucked My Way Up To The Top (this could also be a song for only Greg or only Tom, but since Greg is mostly golddigging Tom they have to share it now.)

Willa & Connor - Brooklyn Baby (this is the best i can do for them. Willa, love, i hope he dies.)

Kendall & Logan - West Coast (yees this is the most sexual song on Ultraviolence, but the whole 'You push it hard, I pull away' and 'His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up' -> 'I'm in love' are so much like them. please ignore the sultry tone of the song and imagine them in a corruption scandal instead.)

Kendall & Roman - Ultraviolence (because roman loves crawling back to logan something something dog motif. 'he hit me and it felt like a kiss' 'brought me back, reminded me of when we were kids')

Caroline & Logan - Old Money (because they might be divorced but if Logan calls Caroline she'll still run to him - anything to fuck the kids over. 'Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine/Cashmere, cologne, and white sunshine' etc. seems Caroliney to me.)

i only really listen to Ultraviolence and Born to Die and i don't ship any of the related characters but Lana sadly can't stop having sex. while looking at her wiki i found out she made out with her sister for a photoshoot, truly revolting image

@evildoinginc

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Eleven. Part 6

I was so ready to go back to LA with Damson, he kept say the flight is free you can come with me, but I promised Rylee I would see her, so I had to keep the promise, it was hard because his company just flows. Everything with him just flows our silence isn’t awkward either, it’s calm and I feel a connection, I am happy. I feel like he wants me to come home so I think I will be staying in LA, I need to break that to Rylee because she has been enjoying me being there, so have I really she has been a great support with that, I want to forget that person really. I don’t care for him, I will be changing my number but I need to tell Rylee I am staying, but I will be staying with my parents home because I don’t trust Taylan either, I need to fix that issue because it’s creepy, I had to turn my phone off while with Damson because who the hell wants to hear or see my phone going off constantly, it’s rude so I turned it off until then, I am not having him ruin anything with Damson that is starting, I mean of course we are just friends though but it’s still there, I feel it but I had to come to this tour date. She will be going home tomorrow anyways, I will go back to LA. Wadz rolled his eyes seeing me “decided to come back” I smiled “I did, thank you for picking me up” he gave me my pass “no worries, I told you should have kept it but I guess like you said, you may have lost it” nodding my head “exactly, last day for me to hear British rap, I take that back I will probably be gathered to go with my dad, you know my dad loves to show out” Wadz chuckled “Chris is that guy, he is the best and funny too. I think Oakley is staying behind in LA though, that is the last date, it’s there so he is staying behind. Your mom wants to do work with him as promised” letting out an oh “yeah that’s true, my mom don’t play when it comes to work so yeah she is going to make him stay behind, are you too?” I asked “yeah, just me and Cenceh staying behind, he staying at the house they bought. I think Oakley got the Fenty photoshoot, the skin one which makes me laugh because I am like they going to put makeup on you” I just know Oakley would walk off “I am shocked he wanted to do it really, my sister is supposed to be in that?” I am confused “erm, doing her part green screen in London. She is going back so yeah” she should just stay but she won’t.

Oakley is already on stage, didn’t realise it. I thought he would be here “who is it?” I asked pointing “Aziel, he is awake” letting out an oh, sitting next to Rylee “what happened baby? It’s really late there baby” Grace is sat there but he is so sad “mommy left me” looking at Rylee “awww no mommy not left you, she is coming home baby” Rylee looked at me “he was facetiming Oakley and he saw me which I didn’t want him to know I am with Oakley because he would be upset, like now. He is having sleepless nights, so he saw me there and he shouted mommy, that my mommy and I was like oh brother, so Grace called me this time, it’s late and Aziel is now crying but I told him I am coming home now, I am sorry. I just come to see daddy because I was working here” oh Aziel isn’t happy “not happy” he poked his lips “Aziel, don’t be upset with mommy. She was working, then she saw daddy was here and they saw each other for one time, that is it. Mommy is coming home though” he is hard headed so good luck to Rylee “also he is unwell, baby I will be home by Sunday, and I will give you all the snuggles. Grace has given you some medicine, so you want to try and sleep again?” he shook his head “how about we let Aziel watch dad perform, yes?” Rylee frowned “he will fall asleep, just let him” I mean he isn’t going to sleep by telling him too “fine, that medicine is drowsy so soon he will fall asleep” Rylee laughed, no harm in him watching really.

My plan worked, I am just the brains of this operation, he fell asleep watching, so he is at peace “this is why I don’t want to be away from him long you know, I just didn’t want him to know I was with his dad because it gives him this narrative, we know how hard it is to be like yes mom and dad are together and then they argued again. He has seen a lot so for him to see it he was happy, and he kept saying it, just need to be careful” my sister is very adamant in making sure that Aziel is in one place for school, she refuses to be taking him around and being schooled that way which to me, I would be taking him everywhere but that is her own issue. I mean London isn’t a bad place because things for her is overseas, the places around her are an hour or three away but I would be different, we are all different in regards to parenting “yeah I agree with that, can’t let him think you both are together until you both are solid” I said “yeah, so how was Damson? Tell me?” she turned to me “I thought you wanted to see him perform” she rolled her eyes “I have seen him before, drop the tea” I grinned “it was great, I turned my phone off” she groaned out “I refuse to let him ruin this, I like Damson, he makes me naturally laugh. We talk about sweet nothings, he sent me his playlist and he told me I have memorise the British rappers, he is so silly, and I love it. But” Rylee cringed “I uhm” she is scared on what I am going to say “with Damson here already and he is filming, I am going to stay behind, I will be staying on LA” Rylee poked her lips out “oh no, so now I lose you. I mean I get it, I would too but still, you have been the best with me, but you are staying with mom?” I nodded my head “good, I mean my door is always open and you will be missed” that is so sweet “thank you, and I will be there don’t worry about that. I will miss my nephew a lot, just never get enough of him but I heard Oakley is staying in LA so I was going to ask, if instead of me living with mom and dad that will be draining, they have their new little perfect kids. You know the do it the right way kids, please. It’s annoying to see, can I stay in your home” I was going to ask anyways “he is staying behind?” she asked, I shrugged “something to do with Fenty but if I can trial it out with Oakley and Wadz there, I am sure Taylan wouldn’t, but can I use your home? I can pay rent” she laughed “shut up but go for it, I know how annoying it is to see those kids. It’s like they restarting parenthood the right way” she rolled her eyes “the two parent home they god” she mumbled, we have such a different life compared to our younger siblings, it’s crazy.

Oakley does get the ladies, I mean he isn’t my type at all, but he does really get the ladies in a weird way, they go crazy on him “cute” I said laughing “with that child?” Rylee asked “yes, imagine Oakley with a daughter though” she pulled a face “I fear that I will have a child and it looks like his side, and it’s white” I snorted laughing “oh my god, that is so rude, but he has a big white gene in him, like it can happen you know, genes are crazy” Rylee shook her head “he can dream on with another child, my fear is that” she is a trip “so while you wasn’t there, I have been crying a lot. I think Oakley and I had a heart to heart again” turning to her “oh tell me more, why?” these two need their hand banging together “so what happened was that erm, I mentioned about the sex thing that happened, that I am scared you could do that, he then sat me down, made me a latte, spoke to me and just said look I can’t making you change how you feel, or change your feelings towards what happened but I know where I went wrong, and he apologised, he spoke on why. Then he just said that he is waiting for me, he wouldn’t let himself suffer for nothing, he was showing so much feeling towards me, it made me cry a lot because I felt it, his love towards me. Then I said what if we don’t make it, now I wasn’t expecting to say then I hope I see you in the afterlife, well that set me off even more. Then I did sleep in the bunk, I kept crying, mom called, and she just said get what you want, stop playing. Then I went to Oakley, he was awake listening to music. I just cried again, went to him and he hugged me” I sighed out “so he has told you practically, look I am waiting for you. This ball is in your court until you say otherwise, how do you feel about sex with him?” I mean she needs to be real “I trust him still, I always will” nodding my head “you want to give a goodbye present or wait?” my sister just stared at me “look Rylee, you both are going to be together, but he knows he hurt you with that, he wants you to make the move, so are you going to make it?” Rylee just stared at me.

My sister sometimes needs taking care of, I just laugh sometimes because she is so shy with a lot of things too, I understand where she got it from, she didn’t want to be used, lot of men really wanted to be with Rylee to try my mother, and realistically that is so weird, men are weird so she is very weirded out about sex too because they verbally has said it to her, I have witnessed that weird shit too, but we will get there with her. I can’t believe she even had sex but that is down to him mostly, she trusts him the most, so I get she was hurt by his rejection with what he did “let’s see then” I said to Rylee, we are lingerie shopping, we need to ger Rylee in the zone “come in then” she said, this girl. Walking into the changing rooms “well hello, now see. This is going to raise his blood pressure; I mean to be honest you do that anyways without even doing a thing but when he sees you in this. He is going to be climbing up you, listen to me here. You say to him, I am going into the bathroom whip it on and come out. This is you taking control, when you both have sex, he faces you. This is a big test for him too and if he can’t take it then Rylee, dead it but I feel it won’t be. Just make the move, you do it. You ride him so hard he will be proposing to you” we both laughed out “oh my god, you’re so stupid” I sniggered “well I mean, Taylan fucking proposed to me did he fucking not? But also be you, drain him too. But yeah, this is minor. Tell this is a taste, once he puts a ring on, but yeah. Your body is nice as fuck, the boobs. I am jealous” I chuckled “thank you, he said that too. He goes your boobs are bigger, I know your body” her boobs are bigger “so, what we doing it taking Oakley out for a meal, court him. Take him to the hotel and show him but hear me out. If he does do that shit to you, then I am here and we are deading it, you dead that with him because it’s wrong but I feel in my heart he won’t, but he won’t be expecting this. Ugh Rylee, I am nervous for you and you’re my older sister” she is cute when she wants to be.

Oakley is so hard headed, he is ready to get on the bus to go to Houston “so we are all going for food, we can when we get to Houston” he said to her, side eyeing him “I want to take you for food, can we just stay here for one night!?” she said, “we don’t mind do we?” I smiled “Oakley, my sister wants to take you for a meal, how about you go with her” he grinned “so you’re asking me on a date, say that then” Rylee huffed out “I am using the bathroom, before we go” watching her walk off “she taking you for some food then?” Rimz asked and he shrugged, once Rylee left the room “Oakley, let her do this. She wants to take you out so let her, what is wrong?” I don’t understand “nothing is wrong but I rather get it out of the way but if she wants that then I am happy to go for some food, just thought we could go Houston and do it there” tilting my head to the side “you know she has to go back, so that can’t happen just do this for her” he frowned “is something happening?” he smirked “yeah my foot up your ass soon” Rimz snorted laughing “we going to the club then?” Rimz asked me “I am going to bed, that is what” he groaned out “fine” I am watching Oakley “Lee, let’s go then. For this meal” he said being more forthcoming with it. I hope she has the best night, I hope it goes the way she wants because this is a game changer for the both of them, but he doesn’t know that yet that this could change them both.

[theselfshippingwitch]

Home for The Holidays (Ray x Violet)

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1113

Includes: fluff, gift exchanges, lots and lots of sweets

Summary: As the Ghostbusters take Christmas off, Ray goes to visit with Violet's family

Notes: I just need you all to know that Ray spent Christmas with his girlfriend's family and they all love him and how happy he makes her

“Hi, This is Dr. Peter Venkman. You’ve reached the Ghostbusters, and we’re currently on Christmas Vacation. If you’ve got a ghost problem, leave us a message and we’ll get back to you on the 26th. If it’s an emergency, you can do the same thing. If it’s an end-of-the-world and all humanity level event, we may consider taking the job, but do be warned we will quadruple our prices, and ask to be paid in full up front. Thank you, and Merry Christmas!”

-

“So, what’s the plan?”

Ray had left his and Violet’s house as soon as the work day was done. He and all the other Ghostbusters had had a collective holiday celebration dinner and gift exchange the night before, seeing as all of them had plans for the actual day. 

“Well, tomorrow we drive down to my parents’ house, and we can spend the night in my old room there, and then the day after that is Christmas, and then the day after THAT we visit my grandmother. You remember her? You seemed to get along really well with her boyfriend at Thanksgiving.”

 “Yeah! The guy who used to have a sailboat! He had some great stories.”

“But…” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “We have tonight for just us two.” They both giggled as he leaned in and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.  

“Alright then…” He said softly. “How about you and me, the old record player, a fire going in the fireplace?” 

“Hmm…” She buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Sounds perfect.” 

- 

They woke up the next morning, limbs tangled up in each other, hair messy. “Wake up, handsome.” She kissed his bare chest. “We’ve got a long drive.”

They take an hours-long drive in Ray’s vintage truck (an early Christmas gift from Violet which Ray absolutely delighted in fixing up and getting into working order) and suddenly they’re in Massachusetts, baking chocolate chip cookies. “Mom always makes too much food. I’m pretty sure after we’re done baking these cookies, we’ll have five different types of cookies in this house. Plus the ones my sister-in-law will definitely bring. Just, be prepared to be eating cookies for the next three weeks, at least.” 

That night, Ray listened amusedly as Violet and her parents reminisced about Christmases past. “...And your brothers would set up their new train sets and you would sit in the middle and just watch as the train went round and round, and God forbid if you touched the train, they’d scream at you, ‘VIOLET!’...”

Violet laughed, and Ray nudged her. “Kinda sounds like Slimer and Peter.” She snickered. 

That night, they all watched her mother’s favorite Christmas movie, then Ray and Violet retired to bed in Violet’s old bedroom, where they rearranged all the stuffed animals so they could both fit on the full size bed. 

-

The next morning, both woke up early, even though they had been told that gift exchanges and Christmas dinner would not happen until that afternoon.Still, the two sat alone in front of the Christmas tree as the sun rose and Violet’s parents were still asleep in their beds. Ray handed Violet an black velvet box about the size of her hand. Inside was a purple crystal heart necklace. “Oh, Ray, honey, it’s beautiful!” She took it out of the box and handed it to him to put it on her. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as his warm fingers brushed her skin gently as he fastened the necklace. “You like it?” he asked nervously from behind her. “I know you wear a lot more expensive jewelry all the time for your photoshoots and con appearances and stuff, but I just wanted to save up and buy you something to make you feel as beautiful as you always are to me.”

“Sweetie…” She turned around and kissed him. “I love it. It’s the most beautiful and special thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ll ever take it off. But, you don’t have to save up your money for me. Honey, the most important thing in the world to me is just you.”

He blushed like crazy, and she kissed his cheek. “Now, my present is… well, it’s over here.” She reached under the tree and grabbed a somewhat lumpy, squishy package. When Ray unwrapped it, he found a pink and black striped scarf. “I knitted it myself.” Violet admitted bashfully. “I thought you might like something homemade, but now I feel bad, because you spent so much money on my gift, and I really didn’t spend any on yours…”

“You made this all by yourself? For me?” He smiled fondly at the scarf before unfolding it and eagerly putting it around his neck. 

“Yeah, I did.” She blushed.

He turned to her. “But you’ve been so busy lately! With the outline of your new novel, and the script revisions for the new movie they're gonna make based on your last book, where did you find the time?”

“Honey, I made time. It was important.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “No one has ever done anything like this for me in my whole life. Thank you.”

Violet smiled, hugging him back and smiling softly. “You’re welcome, Ray. I love you. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Violet. I love you, so much.” 

 -

The next day, Ray and Violet went with her parents to visit her grandmother, a white-haired old British woman, who reminded them that it was Boxing Day by pointing out the sweater covered with little gift boxes she was wearing - “It’s my Boxing Day sweater, see the boxes?” - and had even more cookies for them to eat. It was the first day that they had to get dressed up, and Ray’s usual outfit of a sweater vest, button-up shirt, and khakis (which for the holiday were red, maroon, and gray, respectively) was not dissimilar from the one Violet’s grandmother’s boyfriend wore. They spent the day in pleasant conversation, and after they left in the afternoon it was time for them to start the four hour drive back to Manhattan. Once they were back Ray stopped briefly at the house to drop Violet off before immediately returning to the firehouse. 

“Thanks again for letting me take an extra day off, guys.” he told the others.

“Hey, don’t mention it.” Winston said. “We didn’t get that many calls over Christmas anyway, and you’ve got at least 100 days of vacation saved up after not taking any for the four years this company has existed. How was your holiday?” 

Ray smiled fondly. “I think it’s the best one I’ve had in years.”

[ashleighclarkphotographyyeartwo]

Week 9 - Blog Post

What and who will you portray?

I am photographing myself and other women in my life. 

What might you communicate visually through the concept of portrayal?

Different aspects of being a woman. Skincare, makeup, menstruation, 

What is your position on your subject matter?

My take on this subject matter is my experience with being a woman and what women experience in everyday life.  

What is your voice? What is unique about your subject or your approach to it?

I want to use my photography to capture the realities of being a woman. The daily chore of a skincare routine, applying makeup, menstruation, etc. To make my subject unique, I am using powerful women that I look up to to help me portray this message including myself, my sister, and my friends. 

What do you have unique access to? A group of people, a place, a situation…?

My unique access is the powerful women I surround myself with, Using myself, my sister, and my friends to document womanhood. 

Consider the important role the title takes in communicating your intention and how audiences might ‘read’ the book. What is your working title? 

The working title could be… Womanhood, Just a Girl, Wo Man,  

What would you like readers to think and feel?

I would like woman readers to be able to relate to the experiences I am photographing, and if they are unable to relate then they could even reconsider the expectations that are placed on women in today's society.

What is the role of the text within the book? How does the text relate to the story the images tell? How do they work together?

How many shoots do you require to gain adequate coverage and successfully tell the story? 

I require many shoots to gain accurate coverage of my concept to successfully tell my story, I have done a couple of photoshoots so far to try and get some appropriate photos for my photo series but I still need to do more to tell my story better. 

Do you need gear and support with your shoots? What is your plan?

As I have been unwell with COVID for the past week or so I have been unable to complete photoshoots during this time. I have planned out all of my future shoots for this project within this week 

What software and workflow will you use to edit, process, collate, and design your photobook PDF?

The software I use for my images is Adobe Lightroom, After I may use Adobe Indesign to collate my photobook pdf.

What is your research plan? And what other photobooks have you looked at?

So far I have researched other photobooks and their concept of becoming a woman, such as Sally Mann’s photobook titled “At Twelve” and Working Men by Glenn Busch. These have inspired me more with my concept as I feel they are somewhat similar but with a different take on it.

[pappaterslogs]

It is said that if you have anus, don’t laugh at neighbours fart. It is an African proverb. I always admire the African way. They were straight to the point in simple terms. Just like the Chinese or Japanese way. Not sure from where i came to conclusion.  The truth may be different, but with the information and prejudice I had on them, from the inputs of browsing and stuff, this is what it felt, that they were straight to the point and simple in terms. 

I remember those stuff from Things Fall Apart. It was a short read and told how the colonisation just ruined the tribal stuff and its root and its branch. 

The day was dull. The intention was to sleep till 12 in the afternoon, but got up around 10 and was struggling between taking rest or to do the work. Connected to work post lunch and nothing much was there to do today. Cleaned the room and wrote some todos and stacked them on the wall in front of the study table. Yesterday was my sister's wedding. It was fun for her but not for me. The concept of reception on the day before the wedding event is one of the worst things that I came across recently. It is just a pre wedding photoshoot with people and relatives. And for that, a bunch of money was spent and nothing made sense at all. Maybe some people get excited from it, but it is surely not for me stuff. And the marriage too went smoothly. No it was not. It was a mixed marriage and it was kept secret from long distance relatives. But when the marriage ceremony is about to happen, the iyer echo the names of the bride and grooms parents name with the caste and boom, all that was kept as a secret blasted and the stunned people were unspoken and blunt and dull and confused and the doubt that was there inside them, now resulted to be true and they were excited about their finding as well as the shockness it just impacted. And I was the one among the happiest people out there. That it got revealed easily without any effort or energy. And I liked the caste system for the first time ever in my life. I was happy. We went home, slept nicely and returned back to the wedding hall. We met the next marriage gang and we joined them and had our lunch. The butter milk saved the noon. 

[vidrphotography]

Wilson's Creek Waterfall | Caldwell County Courthouse Wedding

~ Memorable courthouse wedding in Lenior, NC with a majestic waterfall ~

As a wedding photographer, I've had the pleasure of attending quite a few distinct and memorable weddings, but there's nothing like the wedding day of a close friend or family member. I was so happy to be a part of this wedding which I'll remember forever. In March, I made the journey back to my hometown of Lenoir, North Carolina, to document the wedding of my sister, Christina, and her now husband, Jared.

Emotional Ceremony at Caldwell County Courthouse

Christina and Jared chose to have their wedding ceremony at the Caldwell County Courthouse. Their ceremony was held in the magistrate's office, which was initially quite hard to find. When we first arrived, we thought we had the wrong place because the main courthouse doors were locked. It turns out the magistrate's office has a discreet entrance on the back, on the eastern side of the courthouse, off Mulberry Street. Unfortunately, no cameras were allowed inside the magistrate’s office. On the bright side, this allowed for a more intimate ceremony and allowed me to be able to fully present as a witness for their ceremony. The magistrate's office was quite small and was not far off from what you would think a stereotypical office looks like. Despite the bland setting, Christina and Jared were able to have a beautiful ceremony. Christina and Jared wrote their own vows that were so touching that the magistrate even teared up. This was the first time experiencing that for courthouse wedding where the officiant didn't know the couple! Another special moment that made the ceremony even more emotional was their ring bearer, Christina and Jared's 4-year-old son. He was so excited and happy for his parents, he had a little trouble staying still, he also decorated the box for the wedding rings, making them even more special.

Memories at Wilson's Creek

After the courthouse ceremony, we headed to Wilson's Creek, a place that held special significance for Christina and Jared. Wilson's Creek is a 23.3-mile mountain stream in the Pisgah National Forest, starting in Grandfather Mountain. The creek is known for its stunning waterfalls and beautiful scenery. My favorite time to visit the creek is in the fall as the leaves start to turn, it's so beautiful! This wedding took place in March just as the plants were starting to regrow after the winter. This allowed us to get a unique blend of rustic winter leaves with hints of greenery throughout the forest. While some parts of Wilson's Creek can get quite busy, the area Christina and Jared chose for their post-wedding photoshoot was quiet and secluded which allowed us to relax and have fun capturing some photos. Another great highlight of this spot was the small waterfall that this section of the creek had.

First Date Flashbacks

This serene spot was actually the location of their very first date! Christina and Jared had written their initials on a rock by the seating area. Although they were the first to do so, they noticed that now their initials were joined by those of other couples on the neighboring rocks. During a break from taking photos, I noticed Jared looking around for something. I thought he may have dropped something, but he eventually stooped down near the waterfall to pick up a small red flower. Apparently he had found one during their first date and given it to Christina, so had been looking for one to give her on their wedding day as well.

A Candid Reception

After this initial intimate ceremony, Christina and Jared had a second wedding for more friends and family to be able to join. At this ceremony, they decided to opt out of an official photographer and instead offered disposable cameras for the guests to use throughout the night. They later had these photos developed, creating a beautiful, candid album of memories. It turned out a lot of the photos had been taken by their 4-year-old son, but they still ended up creating a great collection of fun and spontaneous photos. I think this is a great idea for those who are not interested in traditional photography or are just looking for a fun way to spice up your wedding album. Your guests will be able to capture some great moments you may never thought of getting on film and will almost always be some of your favorite shots from the night. This is also a great way to get some wedding guests up on their feet, even if they don’t want to join you on the dancefloor. You can always set up a photo booth or prop table next to some disposable cameras as well!

Christina and Jared's wedding day was a unique blend of intimate moments, personal touches, and cherished memories. As a wedding photographer, it was an unforgettable experience to capture these moments, and as a sister, it was even more touching.

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Venue: Caldwell County Courthouse and Wilson's Creek

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