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Whumptober Day 5 - Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Prompt: "You don't need to earn this."

Trigger Warnings: Insecure Tommy

Summary: When your surprises and gentle treatment catch Tommy by surprise, he questions what he'd done to deserve it.

The door to Tommy's office was strong and sturdy, and you could just barely make out your husbands hushed voice on the other side, speaking to someone over the phone.

Tommy had been in a gloomy mood all week, something about Ada wanting to push a new policy that no one else in the family agreed with, and him getting stuck in the middle, as always.

You glanced back in the direction of the dining room, where the dinner you'd made, in the hopes of lifting his spirits, sat ready and waiting, before cautiously knocking, and opening the door a crack.

Tommy looked up and caught your gaze a smile ghosting over his lips. He held up a hand, for you to give him a moment as he finished speaking into the receiver, "Yes, I'll speak to him about it tomorrow. - Yes of course. Goodbye."

As soon as the receiver was back in it's cradle, you were pushing into the room properly, "Hello, Tommy love."

"Hello darling," He stubbed out the cigarette that had been tucked between his lips, leaning back in his chair, "You're back early."

"Or, you've been working so long you've lost track of time?" You teased, moving to perch on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Tommy sighed tiredly, running a hand over his face, "Maybe I have."

You stood, moving around his desk and behind his chair to wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his head, "Business alright? Did that Arthur-Ada stuff smooth over?"

"I'm working on it. They can be quite difficult." He tipped his head back to look at you.

You hummed, before straightening up, "I made dinner."

"I've still got work to do, darling."

You turned to him sharply, "Thomas Shelby I did not spend my whole morning begging Polly for this recipe you like for you to skip dinner. Come on."

Slowly, Tommy stood up, a fond smile tugging at his lips as you took his hand, leading him out of the room.

"And I got you a little surprise, for dessert." You grinned, turning to look at him.

He raised an eyebrow critically, "A surprise?"

"I stopped off at that little bakery- you remember the one we used to go to on West Hill, with the tarts you like-" You cut yourself off with a huff, "Well, there goes the surprise, I suppose."

Tommy stopped in his tracks, a frown suddenly on his face as he dropped your hand. Oh no. This is the very opposite of what you had wanted.

"What's wrong, Tommy love?"

He looked at you with clear confusion behind his eyes, "You made me a special dinner. You went out of the way to get me a tart- have I missed something? Read the calender wrong?"

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"It's neither of our birthdays, and it's certainly not our anniversary, so what's going on?"

You looked around in disbelief, "I need an excuse to treat my husband? I don't have a reason."

"Then why are you doing this?" There's an odd hardness to Tommy's voice. Something between suspicion and sadness you couldn't hope to understand.

"Because I love you Tom, this is what I do when I love people," You reached forward to grasp his arms, "There doesn't have to be a special reason."

This is the truly the first time you've ever seen Tommy perplexed. Your husband, careful and calculating, brought down by the idea that you might love without cause or reason.

"But- I haven't done anything..."

"Oh, Tommy love," You wrapped your arms around him again, and this time he melted into your touch, "You don't need to earn this. You will never have to earn my love."

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I Can't Hide The Way I'm Feelin' - Pt. 2

You have a propensity for tardiness, and your new interim professor will have none of it.

A/N: Whomp. Pure p*rn, if I'm being honest. Requested by to @gswha. You can read Pt. 1 HERE

TW: 18+ only, Intersex reader, mild choking, multiple orgasms, Nat just being a savage sex fiend.

As you walked into class on Monday, you noticed that she was dressed differently. Her usual sharp business attire was replaced by a more casual ensemble, a tight black sweater and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged her curves like a second skin. You felt a heat rising from your chest to your cheeks, and you quickly averted your gaze. The class was eerily quiet as you took your seat, the only sound was the rustle of pages and the occasional cough.

"Ms. Y/N," she called out, her voice as sharp as ever. You looked up, and she was holding your assignments in her hand. "I've reviewed your work. It's... adequate." The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her to continue. "But we both know you can do better." She paused, her eyes scanning the room before returning to you. "If you wish to improve your grade, I suggest you visit me during office hours."

You felt your heart sink. You had done your best to impress her, to show her that you weren't the slacker she thought you were. But apparently, it wasn't enough. The rest of class passed in a blur, her words echoing in your mind. What more could she possibly want from you?

As the bell finally rang, you packed up your things and made your way out of the classroom, your mind racing. You hadn't even made it to the hallway before you felt a hand on your arm. It was her, Dr. Romanoff. "My office, now," she said, her grip firm. You followed her, unsure of what to expect.

You followed the authoritative click of her heels, her grip firm on your bicep as she pushed you in the direction she wanted. When you reached her office, she didn't bother with pleasantries. She closed the door behind you, the sound echoing through the hallway.

"Take a seat, Ms. Y/N," she said, gesturing to the chair in front of her desk. You did as you were told, the anticipation building in your stomach like a coiled spring. "I've noticed an...improvement in your behavior, and to be honest, your work was some of the best I've seen for a while." She placed the assignments down with a smack, her eyes meeting yours, challenging you to argue.

The confusion that must have crept onto your features was clear as day, but she didn't comment on it. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and folding her arms over her chest. The fabric of her sweater stretched tightly across her breasts, and you couldn't help but steal a glance before redirecting your gaze.

The look on her face told you that she had caught you staring, a smirk gracing her features. "Do you remember our conversation on Saturday, Y/N?" she asked, her voice a low purr that made you want to squirm in your seat.

"Yeah, I do," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Good," she said, her eyes raking over you. "I've had a small portion of that conversation playing in my head all weekend, Y/N," She leaned forward, her elbows on the desk. "And I've come to a decision. You need a more... personal form of motivation to truly reach your potential. However, I have to know- who is it that holds your attention so dearly?"

You felt your heart drop into your stomach. Did she know? "I-I don't know what you're talking about," you stuttered, trying to play it cool. But she wasn't buying it.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N," she said, her voice firm. "I know you've been thinking about me. And frankly, I've been thinking about you too."

The room felt like it was closing in on you, her words a punch to the gut. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it was no use. "What do you mean?" you managed to croak out.

"I mean," she began, her voice dropping to a whisper, "that I've noticed the way you look at me in class, the way you react to my words. And I must admit, it's intriguing." She leaned closer, her eyes searching yours. "I think you need more than just a firm hand to keep you in line. I think you need...something else."

The air in the room was charged with something unspoken, something that made your palms sweat and your heart race. "What are you saying?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Romanoff's smile grew wider, predatory. "I'm saying that perhaps we can come to an...understanding," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "One that will benefit us both."

You sat there, your mind racing, trying to piece together what she was insinuating. Was she...was she flirting with you? The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. You had never been in a situation like this before, with a teacher, no less. You let a wry smile creep across your face, trying to play it cool. "What kind of understanding are we talking about here, Dr. Romanoff?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned even closer, her breath hot on your face. "The kind where I give you the attention you so clearly crave, and in return, you give me the one thing I've wanted since the moment I laid eyes on you."

You felt your heart skip a beat. "And what could you have possibly wanted since you met me?" you asked, trying to keep the tremble from your voice. Your heart felt like is was about to pound out of your chest, as she stood from behind her desk, walking to the front of it, closing some of the distance between you. She leaned back against the oak surface, crossing her arms and pushing her chest out more.

"Your full attention, Y/N," she replied, her eyes never leaving yours. "And perhaps a bit more."

You swallowed hard, trying to process what she was saying. This was a line you never thought you'd cross, but the temptation was too strong. "Well, Dr. Romanoff," you began, trying to sound as confident as possible, "I have to know what it is you've been wanting me to do for me to do a damn thing about it."

Her smile grew, and she leaned even closer, so close you could feel her breath on your neck. "Is that a yes?" she murmured her voice a siren's call that made your body respond in ways you couldn't ignore.

In a surge of confidence, you stood, completely closing the gap between the both of you. You leaned in, placing your hands on either side of her body, trapping her in front of you. "What's it going to be, Natasha?"

Her eyes widened slightly at your boldness, but the spark of desire grew in her gaze. "If we do this," she whispered, "you're mine, Y/N. In and out of the classroom. No more games, no more slacking off." You groaned at her command, the thought of being hers sent a pulse through your awakening sex.

"Only if," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. "If I'm going to be yours, I want all of you. No holding back." You leaned in, your face a mere inch from hers, challenging her to deny you.

Her eyes searched yours, the storm clouds within them swirling with a mix of desire and something darker. "You have no idea what you're asking for," she murmured, but the heat in her voice betrayed her interest.

"Neither do you, Romanoff," you whispered, your voice a seductive challenge. You could feel the thick and palpable tension between you as it hung in the air, charged with a current of something neither of you could ignore. She stared at you, her expression unreadable, but the heat in her gaze was unmistakable.

"Well, Y/N," she began, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "If you want all of me, you'll have to earn it. You'll prove to me that you're worthy of my attention."

You felt a thrill at her words, the challenge in her eyes setting something alight within you. "How do I do that?" you asked, your voice a barely contained growl. She stood up, pressing herself closer to you, your chests now touching and your faces mere inches apart. You try to ignore the spark that erupts everywhere she is in contact with your body, but it is slowly overtaking your senses, and all rationality.

"I think," she stuck her finger in the center of your chest, tracing an absentminded pattern all over, making you internally groan. "That you need to show me what I've heard so much about, Y/N." Her eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of doubt. "Your reputation precedes you." She bites her lip, her eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and lips. "I want to see if you can live up to it."

You smirked, feeling the heat from her body and the way she leaned into you, making you want to devour her whole. "Is that all?" You whispered back, leaning in closer to her ear, making her shiver. "Because I've got more than just a reputation, Natasha." She moaned in your ear at the admission, her body visibly trembling against yours.

Without another word, she grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss that was as fiery as the passion in your eyes. Her tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth, leaving no room for doubt. You felt your knees go weak and had to hold onto the desk to keep from falling. Her fingers wound thier way through your hair, pulling slightly to cause you to moan into the kiss.

Her hands roamed over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You couldn't help but respond, pushing closer, your hands sliding up her sides to rest on her hips. You felt her tighten her grip on you, her nails digging into your skin just enough to let you know she was serious.

The kiss grew more intense, and you could feel your control slipping away. You had never felt this way about a teacher before, but Dr. Romanoff was unlike anyone you had ever met. Her confidence and power were intoxicating, and the way she looked at you made you feel like the most important person in the world.

As you broke away for air, she stepped back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's a start," she murmured, her voice a mix of challenge and desire. "But I need to see more." She turned and walked to the door of her office, swinging the lock shut and sliding a chair under the handle. Her hips swaying with an allure that was impossible to ignore as she sauntered around the room.

She made her way back in front of you, her eyes wandering all over your frame, and pausing on the straining bulge in your jeans. She smirked and took a step closer, her hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw. "Oh, how I have thought and dreamed about this, Y/N."

Her touch was like a spark to dry kindling, setting your body alight with a need that was unbearable. You reached up and grabbed her hand, pressing it harder against your skin, feeling the beat of your pulse beneath her fingertips. "Show me," you breathed. "Show me how much."

With a smirk that could melt the Arctic, she stepped closer, pressing her body against yours. Your hands roamed over her curves, feeling the soft fabric of her sweater and the firmness beneath. She gasped as you found the hem and slid your hands up, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach and the swell of her breasts. Her hand found its way to your waistband, deftly unbuckling your belt and popping the button of your jeans. The sound of the zipper was like a gunshot in the quiet room.

You stepped back slightly, allowing her to push your jeans and boxers down, your erection springing free. She took you in her hand, stroking you gently, her eyes never leaving yours. The look of power in her gaze was something you had never seen before, and it was driving you wild. You reached for her sweater, tugging it over her head and revealing the lacy black bra beneath. Her breasts were full and heavy, begging to be freed.

With trembling hands, you unclipped the clasp and watched as the material fell away, revealing her to you. She was perfection, her skin pale and unblemished, her nipples pink and hard from your touch. You bent down, taking one in your mouth, her gasp making your cock throb in her hand. You teased and suckled, feeling her hand tighten around you as she moaned your name.

Her other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as she ground her hips against yours. The friction was maddening, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. You reached behind her, sliding her jeans down her legs, taking in the sight of her in just her lacy thong. You hooked your thumbs into the waistband and slid it down, revealing the wetness that had gathered between her thighs. She was ready for you, and the sight made you growl with need.

You knelt before her, spreading her legs apart. Your tongue darted out to taste her, and she moaned your name again. You lapped at her folds, feeling her shiver and buck against your mouth. Her taste was like nothing you had ever experienced before, sweet and salty and all hers. You pushed a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around you, her walls clenching as she grew closer to climax.

Her hand tightened in your hair, guiding you as you worked her body, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. You felt the tension in her legs and knew she was close. You added another finger, pumping them in and out as you flicked your tongue over her clit. She was so wet, so hot, and it was all for you.

You pulled away just as she was reaching her peak, leaving her panting and gasping for breath. "Not yet," you whispered against her skin, causing goosebumps to rise on her thighs. "I want to feel you come around me."

Her eyes blazed with need as she reached down, taking your hand and guiding it to her wetness. "Take me, Y/N," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I need you inside me."

Without wasting another moment, you stood and positioned yourself at her entrance. You could feel the heat of her desire, and you knew she was ready. You pushed into her slowly, feeling her walls tighten around you as she took you in. She was so wet, so tight, and the feeling was more than you could handle. You groaned as you filled her, feeling her body quiver in anticipation.

You began to move, setting a rhythm that had her moaning with every thrust. Her nails dug into your back, her legs wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the only sound other than the muffled cries of pleasure that spilled from her lips.

Her breathing grew more ragged, her hips moving in time with yours. You could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around you like a vice. You reached between your bodies, finding her clit and rubbing it with your thumb as you thrust deeper. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed out your name as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

The feeling of her contracting around you was too much, and you followed her over the edge, filling her with your release. You held onto her tightly, your breath coming in gasps as you rode out the waves of pleasure. When it was over, you leaned against her, both of you panting and sweaty.

You pulled out slowly, watching as she shivered at the loss of you inside her. You bent down and kissed her softly, tasting the salt of her skin. "You're mine now," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

"Always have been," you replied, a smug smile playing on your lips. You pulled her into a standing position and kissed her again, her legs wobbly beneath her. She broke away, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Good," she said, her voice a low purr. "Now, let's see if you can handle the rest of what I have planned for you." You groaned as she lowered herself between your legs, taking all of you into her mouth, moaning around your length as she tasted her cum all over your shaft, mixed with yours. The sensation was overwhelming, and you had to hold onto the desk for support.

Her tongue swirled around the head of your cock, pausing as she felt the ball of your piercing on the surface of her tongue. She looked up at you with a knowing smile, her eyes full of mischief. You couldn't believe that you had finally given in to the temptation that had been brewing between the two of you for months. The way she took you in her mouth was like nothing you had ever felt before, and it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

You felt your knees wobble as she deep-throated you, her cheeks hollowing out with every bob of her head. Her hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as she worked you with a skill that was both surprising and incredibly erotic. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you let out a low moan, your hands threading through her hair. "Fuck, Natasha."

Her grip tightened as she felt you swell, her movements becoming more urgent. She knew you were close, and she wasn't about to let up. She hummed around you, the vibration sending you into overdrive, your grip tightening on her fiery hair as you began to thrust into her throat. You came hard, filling her mouth with your release, and she swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving yours.

When you had finished, she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I've wanted to do that since the first day of class," she said, her voice husky with desire. You couldn't help but chuckle, the situation so intense and yet so unexpectedly intimate.

"Well, I'm sure there's more where that came from," you said, your voice still shaky from the orgasm. She leaned in and kissed you, her tongue sliding against yours, sharing the taste of you with you. It was a claiming kiss, one that left no doubt in your mind that she was now in charge.

Her hands slid down your body, taking in the sight of you, naked and hard for her again. "Impressive," she murmured, her eyes lingering on your cock. "But now it's my turn," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. You watched as she wiped her desk clean, climbing onto it, her legs spread wide, revealing the wetness that glistened between her thighs, her arousal dripping onto the surface below. She leaned back on her elbows, inviting you closer.

You groaned at the sight, slowly pumping your length as you rested the other hand on her ass, slapping it. "You're so fucking wet for me," you said, your voice thick with lust. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving yours as she spread herself wider.

"I want you to fuck me like you mean it, Y/N," she instructed her voice a mix of need and command. You didn't need any more encouragement than that. You stepped closer, aligning yourself with her slick entrance, and pushed in. She was so tight, so hot, it was like sliding into heaven. She gasped as you filled her, her nails digging into the desk. You set a punishing pace, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She moaned your name, her back arching as she met you stroke for stroke.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, you pulled her back to you by her hair, her back meeting your heaving chest. You reached up with your other hand, easily sliding over her glistening torso, tweaking her hardened nipple between your fingers. You could feel her tightening around you, her walls clenching as she neared her climax. You slid your hand down, playing with her clit, feeling her shiver and whimper.

"Come for me, detka," you whispered, your voice a dark command. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at you, her pupils blown wide with desire.

"Y/N," she breathed, her voice a plea. And with one final, powerful thrust, she shattered around you, her body convulsing as she screamed out your name. You watched in awe as she came, her pussy milking your cock, her orgasm so intense it brought you to the brink. With a roar, you followed her over the edge, filling her with your release. She took it all, her body pulsing around you as you emptied into her. When it was over, you both collapsed onto the desk, panting and sweaty.

It took a minute for her to recover before she turned her head to look at you. "When," she panted, still catching her breath. "When did you learn Russian?"

You chuckled, still trying to recover from the intensity of the moment. "I've always had a knack for languages," you replied, leaning down to kiss her neck. She shivered at the contact, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Plus, I have a professor who had me do lots of research work, so I picked up on a few things."

Without another word, she turned around, spreading her legs to straddle you, pulling you closer to her as you stood in between her toned thighs. You stepped up to her, your cock twitching with anticipation. You reached down and slid into her, feeling her tighten around you again. She moaned, her head dropping to your chest. "Fuck, Y/N!"

You began to move, your hips slapping against hers as you took her on the edge of her desk. She was so wet, so hot, and the way she felt around you was driving you wild. You reached down, playing with her clit as you pounded into her, feeling her get closer and closer to another orgasm. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of our passion. You could feel her muscles tightening around you, her body begging for release.

Her nails dug into your shoulders as she arched her back, her breasts pressing against your chest. You leaned down and took one of her nipples in your mouth, sucking and biting gently, making her whimper. Her movements grew erratic, her hips bucking against yours as she chased her climax. You felt it building, her walls milking you as her orgasm neared. You began to pepper bites and kisses up and down her throat, as she let her head fall backward, her hair forming a red curtain behind her.

"Don't stop," she panted, her voice thick with desire. "Please, don't stop." You could feel her pussy tightening around you, her muscles clenching as she reached the peak. You didn't stop, you couldn't. You drove into her harder, feeling the desk wobble beneath you. Wrapping your arms around her back, your hands resting on her shoulders, you were able to muscle her up, pistoning into her at an obscene rate. Her legs tightened around your waist, her nails digging into your skin as she threw her head towards your shoulder, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, making her entire body convulse around you. You felt yourself grow even harder if that was possible. "Fuck," you grunted, the expletive forced from your chest. You didn't know if you could hold out much longer. The way she felt, the way she smelled, the way she sounded, it was all too much. You felt your own orgasm building, the pressure at the base of your spine growing with every thrust.

Her eyes flew open and she looked at you, a wild look in her eyes. "I'm going to come," she warned her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. You didn't stop, couldn't stop. You pounded into her, her moans spurring you on as you chased your own release. And then it hit you, a white-hot burst of pleasure that shot through your body like lightning. You came inside her, filling her up with your seed, your body shaking with the intensity of it all.

Her legs tightened around your waist, and she threw her head back, her throat exposed to you as she let out a scream of pure ecstasy. You leaned down and kissed her neck, feeling her pulse racing beneath your lips. You could feel her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax as you slowly pulled out, your cock still semi-hard and slick with her juices.

You slowly pulled out of her, resting her on the desk behind. She was a mess of sticky sweat and lust, her chest heaving with every ragged breath she took. You took a moment to admire her, sprawled out like a painting of a conquered goddess, her skin flushed and her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. You couldn't resist leaning in for one more kiss, tasting the salt of your combined sweat, the sweetness of her lip gloss, and the lingering taste of your cum on her tongue.

"Again," she breathed against your lips, her voice a needy whine. You smirked, feeling the beginnings of your arousal stirring once more. How could you resist such an offer?

"Only if I get to taste you, darling." You smirked, bending down to kiss her neck, your teeth grazing her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Dr. Romanoff nodded eagerly, her eyes fluttering shut as you turned her onto her back, her legs still hanging over the edge of the desk. You stepped between them, pushing her thighs apart. The sight of her, glistening and open for you, was almost too much to handle.

You leaned in, your tongue tracing the line of her folds, tasting the remnants of your earlier passion. She gasped, her hips jerking as you found her clit with the tip of your tongue. You took it into your mouth, sucking gently, feeling her body tense beneath you. Her hands tangled in your hair, guiding you, urging you on. The sound of her moans was like music to your ears, driving you almost near madness.

Her legs wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer as you worked your magic. Her hips began to rock against your face, her movements growing more erratic as you pushed her closer to the edge. You grabbed a firm hold on her hips. pinning her to the desk as your tongue began to probe her leaking entrance. She was so wet, and the scent of her arousal was driving you wild. You felt yourself growing hard again, your cock aching to be inside her once more. Trying to quell the desire to sheath yourself inside of her, you inserted two fingers into her, continuing your assault on her clit as you probed her soft, spongy interior.

Her walls tightened around your digits, her moans growing louder as she neared climax. You felt her whole body tense and knew she was close. With one final flick of your tongue, you felt her release. She bucked against your face, her pussy pulsing around your fingers as she came hard. You swallowed her juices greedily, feeling your cock throb with every pulse of her orgasm.

You pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. She looked up at you, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and whispered, "More." You chuckled darkly, moving back between her legs, your cock now fully erect and ready to claim her once again. This time, you didn't hold back, slamming into her without mercy. She took it all, her legs wrapped around you, her nails digging into your back. A guttural moan left her, her lack of shame about being in the middle of a university only spurring you further.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room. The scent of arousal mingled with the faint aroma of books and dust, creating an intoxicating cocktail that only served to fuel the fire burning between you. Your hips moved with a primal instinct, the desk beneath you groaning in protest with every pound. You willed your hips to stop, only for a moment, causing the redhead to mewl and writhe beneath you. You shifted her, her legs locking behind you as she tried to pull you in deeper. You swiftly picked her up, and walked over to one of the armchairs in the office, sitting yourself down, with her on top.

"I wanna see you ride me, baby," you growled in her ear, sucking her earlobe in between your teeth. Dr. Romanoff's eyes lit up with excitement, and she straddled you, her slick pussy sliding down your shaft with ease. She began to bounce up and down, her movements growing more confident and wild with every moan that left her lips. You could feel her pussy clench around you, her walls tightening as she approached her peak. Your hands found her hips, guiding her, urging her to go faster, to take all of you. You slipped one hand up, palming one of her breasts, bringing your mouth to the other.

Her moans grew louder, her breathing more ragged as she bounced on your cock. You could feel her orgasm building, her movements growing more erratic as she chased the feeling. You squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple between your thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from her. She leaned back, her hands on your shoulders for balance, her eyes never leaving yours. The sight of her riding you was almost too much to handle, her pussy gripping you like a vice, her ass bouncing with every downward thrust.

"Fuck, you look so good like this, Dr. Romanoff," you taunted, only spurring her on further.

Her hips rolled and gyrated, taking you in deeper with every downward thrust. The wet sounds of your skin slapping together echoed through the office, and you could feel the chair's cushion growing damp with your combined juices. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against your chest.

"Fuck me, Y/N," she moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of need and desire. "Make me scream your name again." You groaned, wrapping one hand around her throat,  the other around her waist, as you set a relentless pace that had both of you on the edge of oblivion. Her movements grew more frantic, her breathing shallow and erratic. The pressure in her core built, her muscles tightening around your cock with every stroke. You met every gyration of her hips with a powerful thrust of your own, your grunts and her moans filling the silence between your skin slapping together.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her nails dug into your shoulders as she climaxed. Her pussy clamped down on you like a vice, her juices flooding over your shaft and her walls quivering around you. "Fuck! Y/N!" she screamed into the office around her. The intensity of her orgasm washed over you, and you could feel yourself on the brink. You didn't stop, didn't dare. Instead, you quickened your pace, pushing her further, watching her face contort with pleasure and pain as she came again and again. Her legs tightened around your waist, her heels digging into your back, urging you to go deeper, harder.

You pulled out of her briefly, flipping her over on the floor in front of the chair so that she had her leg flung over your shoulder, and you could hit that sweet spot with every thrust. You didn't give her a chance to recover before you slammed back into her, filling her completely. She was soaking wet, and the sound of your skin slapping against hers was the sweetest symphony of pleasure and desire. You grabbed her hips, pulling her back to meet every thrust, her moans turning into screams of ecstasy. The slap of flesh echoed through the room, mixing with the sound of your heavy breathing. You could feel her tightening around you, her pussy gripping you as she neared another climax.

Your hand snaked around her throat, not too tightly but enough to add an edge to the already intense moment. You squeezed gently, feeling her pulse against your fingertips, her eyes snapping to yours, wide with a mix of fear and excitement. You could tell she liked it a little rough, and the way she responded only turned you on more. "Come for me," you ordered, your voice low and demanding. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed your name as she shuddered around your cock, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure through her body. The feeling of her essence spraying around your throbbing member, milking you towards your oblivion sent you over the edge, your hips stuttering as you collapsed on top of her.

Her legs quivered as she came down from the high, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her neck, feeling her pulse slow down. You pulled out of her gently, watching as your cum dripped out of her still-spasming pussy. The sight was obscene, but incredibly erotic, making you want to take her again and again. You looked up at her, a smug smile playing on your lips. "Good girl," you murmured, stroking her hair.

Dr. Romanoff pushed herself up onto her elbows, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "You know, Y/N," she said, her voice a mix of breathlessness and amusement, "you really are a quick learner.” You had never felt so alive, so desired. It was a power exchange that you never knew existed, and you reveled in it. You were hers, and she was yours, and the thought was as thrilling as it was terrifying.

As the shadows grew long outside her office window, she finally pulled away, her chest heaving with exertion. "I think," she murmured, her voice thick with desire, "that we've made a good start.” You nodded, unable to form coherent words. Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said, her voice a promise of more to come.

[anniebeemine]

could I request a one shot on how spencer would react to his gf having to go undercover to be the unsubs next victim? (gf isn’t part of the bau, but matches the description of the unsubs previous victims, so the team wants her to go undercover for them)

I got a little carried away with this one. Truly, it can end at the divider

warnings: contact with the unsub, little bit of blood, some manhandling from the unsub for like two seconds

"Someone needs to go undercover," Hotch announces, his tone grave as he scans the team gathered in the cramped conference room of the Los Angeles police station. The tension is palpable, each member of the BAU silently weighing the dangers of the assignment. Spencer sits up straighter, his mind racing through possible people that could match the unsub's victimology. Hotch continues before he can offer any suggestions, "And someone has already agreed."

The door creaks open, and the team's heads turn as you step into the room. Spencer's eyes widen, and a cold dread washes over him as he connects the dots.

"Absolutely not," Spencer blurts out, standing so quickly that his chair scrapes loudly against the floor. He crosses the room in two strides, his hazel eyes locked on yours, a mixture of fear and disbelief swirling in their depths. "No. You're not doing this."

You raise a hand to shush him, your expression calm but resolute. "Spence, listen—"

"No," he interrupts, his voice growing louder, the usual calm of his demeanor fraying at the edges. "You don't understand. This isn't—this is too dangerous. You're not even in the field anymore, why are you even here?"

You blink, taken aback by his final thought. The room seems to close in as the weight of his words hangs in the air, cutting deeper than either of you expected. For a moment, you're stunned into silence, trying to process the hurt behind his outburst.

"Spencer," you start, your voice wavering slightly, "I'm here because I can help. I know I'm not in the field anymore, but I was undercover for years.

This is what I trained for, what I’ve done countless times before. I know the risks, and I know how to handle myself."

Spencer's eyes widen with realization, the anger in them quickly replaced by something softer, more pained. "I know you were. But that’s exactly why I’m scared. You’ve been through so much already… I don’t want you to go back to that."

His words hit you like a wave, crashing over memories you’d tried so hard to bury. You remember the years spent pretending to be someone else—multiple someone elses—slipping into roles that made you a ghost, a shadow. You were whoever you needed to be to get the job done, to bring the bad guys down, but in the process, you lost track of who you were. The lines between yourself and your cover identities blurred until you could barely recognize yourself in the mirror.

The things you saw, the lives you lived, haunted you. There were nights you couldn't sleep, images of violence and betrayal looping in your mind. You had seen the worst of humanity up close, and it had left its mark, chipping away at your sense of self, your sense of safety. Every time you pulled on a new identity, it was like losing another piece of yourself, until there was almost nothing left.

And then Spencer came into your life.

You met him when you were at your lowest, just after a mission that had gone wrong. You were raw, broken in ways you couldn’t articulate. He saw through the layers of deception, through the masks you wore, and somehow, he saw you—the person you’d forgotten you could be. Spencer, with his awkward charm, his brilliance, and his unwavering compassion, helped you start to piece yourself back together.

It wasn't an easy thing to do. Even now, there are some days where you struggle to remember what it feels like to be a real person. You left your job, taking a position that kept you stationary.

"I know what you're afraid of, and I won't pretend I'm not scared too. But I've come a long way since then. You helped me find myself again, and I’m not going to lose that. This is different. I’m different. And I know who I am now. I’m not going back to being lost." Your voice is soft.

He sighs. "It's not just that."

You frown, searching his face. "Then what is it?"

Instead of answering right away, he reaches into the file he’s been holding, his hands trembling slightly as he pulls out a stack of photographs. He hesitates for a moment, as if he’s deciding whether or not to show them to you, before finally placing them on the table between you.

Your heart sinks as you look down. The photos are arranged in a cruel contrast, with the driver's license photos of the victims on the left and the images of their mutilated bodies on the right. The transformation is horrifying, a chilling reminder of what’s at stake. You shiver involuntarily, the reality of the danger sinking in.

"Spencer…"

His voice is thick with emotion as he speaks. "These women… they didn’t have a chance. He’s meticulous, careful. They didn’t see it coming until it was too late. I just… I can’t stand the thought of you becoming another one of these photos."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you meet his gaze. "I understand, Spence. I do. But this time, I’ll be under the watchful eyes of the FBI. I won’t be alone."

He nods, though the worry doesn’t leave his eyes. "Just… promise me you’ll be careful."

"I promise," you whisper, leaning in to kiss his cheek before standing up. The heaviness of the moment lingers as you make your way out of the station, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination.

+++

The bar is dimly lit, the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses creating a low buzz in the background. You walk in, trying to shake off the nerves that have settled in the pit of your stomach. You remind yourself of the plan, of the safety net in place, but the unease lingers.

You spot Spencer in a corner booth, his eyes tracking your every move. He leans back when he sees you, his expression neutral but you can see the tension in his jaw, the tightness in his shoulders. You give him a small, reassuring smile, brushing your hair behind your ear as you settle into a table towards the back of the bar.

Moments later, the door opens, and you feel a chill run down your spine as the unsub walks in. He’s dressed casually, a smile on his face as he spots you and makes his way over. He sits across from you, his smile widening in a way that makes your skin crawl.

"Hi," he says, calling you by your given name as he leans in slightly, his eyes scanning your face. "You look even more beautiful in person."

You force a smile, matching his tone as you flirt back. "You’re not so bad yourself."

The date continues, each moment carefully orchestrated. You laugh at his jokes, touch his arm lightly, all the while keeping an eye on the clock. Every second feels like an eternity, but you know it’s all part of the plan.

As the evening winds down, he offers to walk you to your car, just as you expected. You nod, standing up and smoothing your dress. "Sure, but I need to pay the bill first."

That was the plan—to walk away, giving the undercover officers the signal to swoop in and arrest him. But as you turn to head to the bar, you feel his hand grip your arm tightly, pulling you back. Panic flares in your chest as you try to pull away, but his hold is firm.

"Wait," he says, his voice low and tinged with an edge of desperation. "What’s wrong? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Your mind races, trying to come up with something to say, but the fear is overwhelming, clouding your thoughts. "I… I just need to pay—"

Before you can finish, he pushes you away, hard. You stumble, your foot catching on the leg of a chair as you crash into the table behind you. The world spins as you hit the ground, the table toppling over with a loud crash.

For a split second, everything is chaos. Patrons gasp and shout, scrambling out of their seats. You try to push yourself up, but the room feels like it’s spinning. Then, out of nowhere, a man—another undercover officer, you realize—tackles the unsub to the ground, wrestling with him as other officers rush in to secure him.

Spencer is by your side in an instant, his hands trembling as he kneels down to check on you. "Are you okay?"

You manage a small, shaky smile, trying to reassure him. "See? Told you I’d be fine."

But his eyes widen in alarm as he looks down at your arm. "You’re bleeding."

You turn to see a shard of glass embedded in your arm, a steady stream of blood trickling down your skin. The sight makes you dizzy, but you shrug it off, wincing as you try to stand. "It’ll make a good scar."

[rainintheevening]

A big part of why the Prince Caspian movie hits me way harder than the book, is because Peter has to pick himself up from his mistakes and continue forward in making right decisions COMPLETELY ON FAITH. He does not see Aslan until it's all over.

In the book, Aslan leads them to the How, and by the time they get there they can all see him. And then they go and do stuff, after having seen him. I've never dug into what might be applicable meaning there, but nothing jumps out at me.

The movie on the other hand? Instant kinship. I don't get to see Jesus Himself in the flesh. No, I have to go on faith.

In the last four years, I've intimately known frustration with the state of things, loss, chaos, confusion, grief, anger, a deep desire for action and justice. I've gone my own way, and it's cost me, and I've begged the empty skies over and over 'God, where are You? Let me see You, where are you?' and I've stumbled and fumbled so many times, blind in the dark. And every time I've had to continue on faith without sight.

Peter makes his mistakes, tries it his way, gets it terribly wrong, he is broken and afraid. But he stops, and he stills and he REMEMBERS. He remembers what Aslan has done for him before, and how the Lion never failed his trust before. It's a test, like Lucy says, and he's been failing it, but he's not going to lean on his own understanding anymore, he decides. He will walk by faith, and not by sight. Because 'unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labour in vain'. And then at last, at the end, after he acts on faith, he 'stands still and sees the salvation of the Lord'.

It's also a very fitting transition for Peter, I think. He spent 15 years seeing in Narnia, then a year in England without seeing, and it began to wear on him. So when he comes back, he expect everything to be like it was and to see it all again. But he doesn’t, it's really not much better than home, and so though he makes the choice in Narnia, he's making it for his life in England too. To walk by faith, rather than sight.

And I am literally right in the middle of this journey. That's why these movies have struck me so hard. It's like God made a picture on the wall come to life so I would truly engage with what He's been trying to tell me.

I had so many incredible experiences with God, before it seemed the rain dried up and the heavens fell silent. And yes, remembering those times when I didn't know how to go on was very important, will always be important.

But then I've made all sorts of mistakes, tried to run the ship myself, hurt others, come dreadfully close to giving into fear and darkness.

So right now, you will find me sitting with Peter, searching the page-thin ink-lettered painting of the face of the one I love and follow, hearing the command, " Be still and know that I am God..."

[dre6ming]

Kiss it better

Part of “The delicate beginning rush” (click for the whole series) can be read in it’s own

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: hard language, curses, aggression, mentions of blood, assault

Plot: while visiting Austin on set of the bike rides something not so great happens, that has Austin pull out his protective side

Word count: 1.8k

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A/n: this was a request so if you have some more feel free to send them to me

"Do you know how much I love you?" Austin asks, kissing my cheek, the facial hair he had to grow for the role making me giggle with the way it tickles my soft skin. "I think in might have and idea about it." I say, turning my head slightly and catching his lips in a warm kiss, tasting his breath on my tongue. My heart beats so fast I can almost hear it in my ears, as he adjusts his hand, to hold my lower back better making sure I don't fall off the bike. He's filming for the movie Bike riders and I'm just passing through, visiting for the month, which has been great since we often get to fool around the set in between filming.

 "I think I might go to your trailer and get some sleep, I'm kinda tired." I tell him, brushing my hands through his hair, pulling slightly at the root, making him groan. "Ok, want me to walk you?" Austin helps me get off the bike safely. "You think they'll let you keep it after you're done?" I ask referring to his bike, praying for a 'yes' "Probably not." He shakes his head and I pout, truly disappointed. "That's too bad, maybe I'll buy you one for your birthday!" I say absentmindedly, walking my hand over the handle of the bike. Austin chuckles, pulling me in a tight hug. "Ok sugar mama, if that's what you want to waste your pension on." He jokes shrugging his shoulders, making me laugh with my head thrown back. "Well baby, if you behave." His lips catch mine and I sigh into the kiss, biting his bottom lip, smiling when I hear him groan. 

"Ok I'm going now, you need to get back to work." I say, patting his chest. Austin opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't get to as he gets called back to set and I giggle at his frustration, going past him. I wink at him and get to walking to his trailer, already dreaming of the soft bed enveloping me whole. On my way, a dude I've never seen before, waves my way, nodding his head at me, a strange grin on. I can't lie, but I usually don't pay mind to such behavior, but somehow this interaction makes shivers climb up my spine and the hair to on the back of my neck to rise.

 "Hi gorgeous!" He approaches me and I try to act like I don't see him, taking a few steps to my right hoping he'd get the note and leave me alone. "Hey!" He whistles at me trying to get my attention. "You deaf or somethin girl?" He asks lifer coming my way. "I'm just not interested, ok can you leave me be?" I ask hoping he'll give up. "So what maybe I can change your mind, huh?" He says, coming my way aggressively. I feel my bones shake with fear and I try to move away from him, while trying to remember everything I learned in self defense class, but all that seems to be useless now. "I don't know you ok?" I say, picking up my pace, not running just yet, thinking if I should turn back where I came from. 

While I'm in my head sweating my decision, the guy catches my wrist in his hand and pulls me towards him. I wince at the way his grip on my wrist twists my joint and shoots pain up my arm. "Let me go!" I try to rip my arm out of his hold but, he's to strong. "Oh come on baby, just a kiss, maybe I'll grab a boob or two, they look gorgeous" my free hand goes to cover my chest and I look frantically around to see if there's anyone that can help me, but there isn't. Panic is high in me and the smirk the guy has on his face, makes my blood turn to ice in my veins. "Help, someone help me!" I shout as loud as I can, before he slaps me across the face. The hit takes me off balance and in doing so, he brings me flush to him, putting his hand over my mouth and the other around my waist. With my hands free I start to hit him anywhere I can, but he's big so he doesn't even budge. "You cunt! Stop fucking hitting me!" He growls at me, his spit hitting my cheek. 

I can't see anything, tears are flowing down my face and I'm struggling to breathe with his hand on my mouth. I can see all the ways this might go and I'm terrified. Suddenly I'm roughly shaken and he lets go of me, so I fall to the ground, my legs numb. "Shh , hey it's fine!" I hear a muffled voice say and I feel hands on my arms trying to grab at me, I scream and push away, closing my eyes, bringing my knees to my chest and crying. I hear a bunch of commotion around me, but I'm scared to move, so I just sit there, formed into a ball. 

I feel a set of arms wrap around me and I flinch away. "Shh baby, Y/n it's me, it's Austin." I hear softly and I lunch at him, throwing my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "I swear to you I want to kill that motherfucker, I hope my fist fucking stays on his face for the rest of his scum bag life." He sounds so angry, but his touch is so warm and comforting. "I I I'm sssorry" I stammer from crying, nuzzling my face in his chest. "Don't you dare apologize. Come on baby, I'll lift you up." Austin says, hooking one arm under my legs and the other on my back. He lifts me up like I weigh nothing, kissing the top of my head. 

I hear the door to his trailer open and soon enough I feel the fluffy bed under me. His hands push the hair out of my face and he uses his thumbs to wipe my tears away. "I knew I should've walked with you." He says more, to himself p, giving me a good look over, anger intensifying on his face as he notices my red wrist and probably swollen cheek. "I should go back there and give that guy more punches to take home." I shake my head and take his hands off my face, rubbing his knuckles, frowning when I see the cuts and bruises on his hands. "Aus what did you do?" I ask my voice barely a whisper. 

"Some guy from sound said he heard some girl scream for help, my mind when directly to you, I hate that I was right. I ran and when I saw him grabbing at you, I ripped him off of you, got him to the ground and punched as hard as I could, I hope I broke something, maybe his nose" he takes his hands back and goes to the sink to wet a small wash cloth, bringing it over and wiping my face. "I'll change and then we can go back to the apartment ok? They gave me two days off." He says, placing another kiss on my forehead, then quickly undressing, putting the clothes in a bag and getting into his own. It only takes him a minute or two, but it feels like an eternity and I'm so happy, when he gets on the bed and pull me on top of him, arms tight around me. "I'm so sorry honey, are you ok?" Austin asks again 

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little shaken up." I say, grimacing when I speak since it hurts from all the screaming. "I think we should go by the medic, your cheek is pretty red and your wrist is bruising" he speaks softly, massaging my back. "I'm fine." I push hoping he'd drop if. "How's your hand, does it hurt?" I ask and push myself off of him, getting up from the bed and going to my bag to pick my balm for cuts and bruises. I take the wet towel and motion him to come sit at the edge of the bed with me. "Give me your hand." But he's stubborn. "I should be taking care of you, I'm fine." He argues, making me roll my eyes. "Aus, your knuckles are bleeding, please!" I plead with him and he finally gives in. While I work on his hands his lips kiss my face over and over again, making my skin feel warm and tingly.

 "I think if there's anyone that can kiss it better it's you." I admit, smiling, while I carefully apply cream to his bruised knuckles. He doesn't even flinch but I know they must be hurting. "Are you really ok? Please Y/n tell me, I promise not to go break his neck." Austin's nostrils flare up as his anger flashes back to him, and I sigh. "I'm not fine, I was so scared, I took all those self defense classes and I couldn't do anything." I feel tears in my eyes again and he places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Come here, my darling love, I'm sorry you had to go through this, I'm here!" He assures me, pulling me into a breath taking hug. 

I breathe in his scent, feeling my muscles relax, the warmth his body provides being exactly what I needed. "Let's go home and get you a warm bath, hm? And then we'll stuff ourselves full of chocolate and ice cream, while watching Twilight!" I giggle at the plans he has made for the night. "I would love that!" I reply truthfully, leaning my head back and pulling him in for a kiss. Austin's lips are warm and soft and sweet, almost too familiar in taste. "Did you use my lip balm?" I ask licking my lips and looking at him, chuckling when he blushes. "Just a bit, maybe, no.." he defends himself, bringing me back for another kiss, one of his hands holding my chin. "Liar!" I say, before his lips crash onto mine. He giggles into the kiss, and his tongue, licks my bottom lip asking for permission, which I give delighted. Austin's tongue explores my mouth and his hands keep me close to his chest, so close I can feel his heart pounding. "I love you!" I say between shallow breaths. "You're my everything!" He admits looking into my eyes and I melt into the blue of his irises.

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[angel-princess-anna]

Tributes to Maggie from the Downton Cast and Crew (Part 2):

Part 1

Hugh Bonneville (in addition to his previous comment):

Elizabeth McGovern:

Joanne Froggatt: "Today we lost a true legend. It’s hard to find the words to pay tribute to the iconic Dame Maggie Smith. I shared a screen with her on very few occasions but was fortunate enough to be in her company on many. She truly was a trailblazer, with the sharpest wit, the greatest talent, the naughtiest sense of humour, she was a force to be reckoned with. She had a charisma that you felt would live for ever (in many ways it will) and underneath all of that a huge heart. Thank you Maggie, for always being supportive and kind to me, for putting many a smile on my face with that sharp wit that no one could match, and for showing the rest of us just how it’s done.

Rest in peace Dame Maggie, my thoughts are with your beautiful family. 🖤"

Lily James:

Tom Cullen: "I remember a very specific part of the conversation Maggie and I were having when this photo was taken. Maggie had been doing a big and challenging scene where she is reunited with her old flame played by Rade Serbedzija. I was stood at the back, out of frame and able to observe these incredible actors at their work. But for whatever reason Maggie felt like she wasn’t getting the scene right. Maggie took the smallest moment, came back and next take, simply, effortlessly, delivered a masterclass. She was extraordinary. The director called “cut” and we moved on. I was spellbound. During our conversation at the window, I asked Maggie what she did in order for her to so swiftly and precisely produce such an elevated performance. I remember her looking me in the eye and saying “Oh darling! I was just holding in a fart!”. I remember us both bursting out laughing. I really wished that she had been just holding in a fart but of course that wasn’t the real truth, the real truth was that she worked tirelessly her entire career to make that scene look easy.

I only worked with her for a short while, but I feel so blessed to have had that experience. She was tough, demanded the best but making Maggie laugh felt like winning the lottery.

My heart goes out to her family, friends, her Downton family and all those she touched with her sharp, agile and acerbic brilliance.

We lost an absolute giant today 💔"

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Lesley Nicol: "It's a very close group of people so we're all devastated to think she's not around any more.' [...] "I'd never worked with someone of that calibre, and I thought, I don't know what I'll say to her, it will be really tricky, God she'll probably be really grand. She was not looking for anyone to be scared of her, or in awe of her, she just wanted to be in the gang [...] she was in with the crowd, and just very happy to be part of it all."

Jeremy Swift: "An honour to serve you Maggie."

Lady Carnarvon: "I never saw her on set with a little script, she knew it before she got here [to Highclere]. She worked so hard, to get up at silly o' clock... and to wear corsets for hours on end." [Highclere Castle's post]

Harriet Walter: "She was a true comedian, but also I've seen her playing some incredibly heartfelt, deep, sad roles, which is the huge range of an actress like her. If she was merely funny or merely tragic, she wouldn't quite have made that sort of impression."

Anna Mary Scott Robbins: "I C O N 🤍 Oh Maggie you will be missed 💔"

(special thanks to @lovelikewildness for helping to compile)

[crownmemes]

Immortal Sentences, Vol. 4

(Sentences for immortal muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Every story has a beginning, but no story truly has an end."

"People die. It happens. Sometimes they even die twice."

"I've never seen much good come from looking to the past."

"Time is my greatest enemy."

"You of all people shouldn't be one to dismiss the influence of the past."

"Quite frankly, your lifespan sucks!"

"Did you think you could just go on and never once have to look back?"

"You opened up the door to feelings I'd forgotten - emotions I'd pushed out of my memory."

"Time is a flat circle and we are all stuck in it."

"What if the ending isn't really the ending after all?"

"Do you remember the last time you were happy?"

"The world changed. It doesn't mean you have to."

"Time is a flat circle. Everything we've ever done or will do, we're going to do over and over again."

"I don't expect you to understand this. I don't completely understand it myself!"

"I've never had a conversation with a dead guy before; forgive me if I don't know the rules!"

"They can't kill what's already dead."

"What would you know about where I'm from?"

"Perhaps in this case, death is merely an inconvenience."

"We mortals are but shadows and dust."

"I've lived a long time, so believe me when I tell you that sometimes when one walks away from his fate, it leads one directly to fate's doorstep."

"Yes, I remember. I remember everything."

"You and I have observed history. Time has been our glass. We are in history now. Living it. Making it."

"You have lived for far too long."

"I've had a few centuries of experience."

"Nothing ever changes with you, does it?"

"What am I going to do with you? You simply won't die."

"I thought I already killed you!"

"I watched you die, and I'm looking forward to seeing you do that again."

[suiana]

hihi!! yr posts are so funky i love them sm

ya have any ideas for a yandere that has no actual connection - like, you've never even seen them before and yet it's stuff like "i didn't leave that book open" - "where did my favorite shirt go" - "i just woke up why am i so sticky" rjfjfhjf

omgee I've actually been thinking about this lately HAHA,, thank u anon for giving me motivation to write this <3

✎ yandere! stalker headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― stalking, nsfw, obsessiveness, slight violence, delusional yandere etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! stalker who is absolutely obsessed with you. you don't even know him yet his whole life is dedicated to you! how romantic <3

✎ yandere! stalker who has completely memorized your schedule and everything about you. he swears that he can answer any question about you :) no one knows you better than him, not even yourself!

✎ yandere! stalker who doesn't even remember when or where his obsession for you started from. babe, you never even talked to him before! so how did he fall so deeply for you? truly a mystery...

✎ yandere! stalker who gives you plenty of gifts. you could wake up with a random box of chocolates or with your laundry done! though a shirt or two might be missing! truly a pleasant surprise, no? your stalker hopes you like his gifts! :)

✎ yandere! stalker who has so many pictures of you that it's insane. what the fuck, how does he even get these??

✎ yandere! stalker who protects you from dirty people. that weird associate who made you uncomfortable? he suddenly went missing! that old uncle who was staring at you in a nasty way? brutally beaten up in a dark alleyway! don't worry your pretty little head darling, your stalker is there to protect you ♡

✎ yandere! stalker who masterbates to the thought of you every night. god you're perfect! he wishes you would notice him :( but he supposed that you not noticing is for the better... for now.

✎ yandere! stalker who is rich and likes spending his fortune on you. your phone is slightly chipped? get ready to wake up with a brand new phone on your desk :) oh, how he loves watching your cute reactions through the teddy bear he once gifted to you <3

✎ yandere! stalker who starts to grow bolder once you've warmed up to his gifts. oh? so you like his gifts? that means you like him now right? stalker, babe, that's not how it works that means he can start getting more personal with you right?

✎ yandere! stalker who starts to touch you in your sleep. your reciprocation towards his gifts is a sign that you're okay with this right? right?!

✎ yandere! stalker who is hysterical when he sees you talking to you friends about how you hate waking up slimy in the morning. what do you mean you hate his gift to you?! do you hate him now?!

✎ yandere! stalker who gifts you multiple things to try and apologize. you must be mad at him! you surely must be! even if you don't know who he is, your complaints about being sticky is a subtle sign of your anger towards him! he can't have his reason of living being mad now, can he?

✎ yandere! stalker who impulsively kidnaps you once you decide to make a police report. no! he can't lose you to those scummy officers!

✎ yandere! stalker who knocks you out so hard that you lose your memories. and when you wake up he tells you that he's your husband. a manic grin adorning his features as he does so. this must god's way of giving him a second chance! honey... no!!

✎ yandere! stalker who would change anything about himself for you. he exists for you only. anything he does is for you. he is yours to control. he should be anything and everything you want. so please, tell him what you like! he'll do anything in his power to achieve it. even if it means dying for you.

✎ "haah~ I love you so much ♡"

[fictionandescapism]

Reasons why TUA S4 is not canon to me

(spoilers obviously)

You're telling me that Lila held on to her resentment for so long in her marriage without saying a word?? She would have told Diego a long long time ago about the behaviour that was bothering her.

She does make fun of him sure, but never in front of people and she definitely doesn't allow other people to make fun of him ( remember when she called Ben a shitty little squid because he was mean to her boyfriend) so honestly what was up with all those fat jokes???

I've seen other people mention this too but like despite having three children, it really seemed like they only cared about Grace, I never even knew they had twins till it was actually mentioned on screen.

The five and Lila thing was just so weird??? Like I get the whole only people on the planet thing but honestly there was zero romantic chemistry between them ever and now suddenly because they're alone, they're hooking up?? Not to mention, later five acts like he's in love with her??? Like what was that??? He was literally acting like a lovestruck teenager which he never did even when he was stuck in an actual teenage hormonal body.

Again this has been mentioned before by other fans but like five's deal has always been about protecting his family and now he's just chill with leaving them behind and starting a life with Lila?? He's always butted heads with Diego but there was never a doubt that he genuinely cared about him like he cared about all his siblings and now he's ready to fight him over a girl??? You're telling me that makes sense?

Not to mention neither of them looked particularly remorseful about what they had done. Even towards the end, none of this actually got resolved, the insane love triangle still existed, at some point it felt like Lila was never in love with her husband at all, Diego never actually said goodbye to his kids, Claire and Allison were the only ones who got some kind of closure, Klaus was on bizzare side quests the entire time, the whole plot of luther and Diego finding out the CIA boss was involved also kind of didn't really matter in the end?? Like it was some half ass attempt to make them relevant to the plot, even him deciding that he would rather spend time with his kids didn't matter because he lost them like idk three hours later? Don't even get me started on the numerous glaring plot holes in that ending because I wouldn't even know where to begin.

TUA S4 was truly character assassination at it's finest.

[queer-geordie-nerd]

(Non-Jewish person speaking here)

God, it's been almost a full year since Oct. 7th, and I still can't understand how quickly so-called "progressives" and "human rights" organizations abandoned their values for far-left bullshit.

I remember in the months before Oct. 2023 how much I looked up to the organizations who priced themselves on complex thought and empathy and understanding, only to just... throw it all away and become some of the cruel, spineless individuals I've ever seen. One time, I'd see people encouraging empathy and assuring people of one country who'd done terrible things that they aren't mindless representatives of those actions; now, those same people are wishing unspeakable, inhumane acts on random Israelis and Jews (and even Palestinians who dare to contradict that line of thought) all for the crime of not spontaneously bursting into flame for daring to be born in or have family in Israel.

You can even see some of this rot in other progressive movements - most notably the Pride and indigenous movements. More and more calls for extremism are being normalized by these individuals.

Even if they're truly a small minority (once you leave the echo chamber), don't they stop to think how claiming "Pride was an Intifada!!!" or "Resistance By Any Means Necessary" (read as terrorism committed as a favor by quote-un-quote "indigenous people" usually spoken by extremely privileged, non-Indigenous individuals) might actually feed into already negative stereotypes about these movements?

As another non Jewish person, I agree entirely with everything you've said here. It's been a profound wake up call to see just how little some people actually live the ideals and ethics they bleat about so very loudly. It's all mouth, absolutely no substance underneath, because the moment they found an "acceptable" target, all pretense of humanity and compassion and understanding completely vanished.

[ripdragonbeans]

Not Him, I Swear // Modern!Aegon II x Reader // Pt. 4

Summary: You meet with Aegon after your date. Feelings and truths are revealed.

CW: afab reader, profanity, eventual smut, oh Aegon has feelings??????

Dreams of Shrek and Aegon danced in your head that night. Donkey frolicked through flowers and Puss in Boots was on his back. You held Aegon’s hand as you followed Donkey, wanting to see what kind of mischief he was going to get into. The dream was sweet and fun until it morphed into something else.

Aegon was laughing at you. He tugged you close to him and he tilted your face up by your chin. “I can't believe you fell for it. You think I'd actually like you?”

You shook your head. “What?”

“It's a game. Always has been. I'd never actually go out with you. You're a joke.” He laughed maniacally as he pushed you away.

The force of the push was enough to land you on your butt. You wrapped your arms around yourself and looked up at the one you thought cared for you.

“Why?” You needed an answer.

“Because it's fun.” Aegon turned around and disappeared into a mist.

Donkey and Puss in Boots had left while Aegon was laughing at you. It was just you in the field. You were alone.

Gasping for breath you sat up straight and held your chest. It wasn't real. There was no field, no Donkey and Puss in Boots, and it wasn't a game. You know it isn't. In your heart you know what you have with Aegon isn't fake but your brain seems to say otherwise.

“I don't know if I can keep this up, man,” Aegon said to Cregan.

The two guys were lounging in the living room of the frat house. There was a party the night before so trash was strewn everywhere and the stink of weed and alcohol still wafted through the air. 

“Don't tell me you actually feel bad for the chick,” Cregan said as he punched on his breakfast. “She's just another girl, nothing new. This isn't like you.”

“Maybe I am actually starting to fall for her.”

“If you wanna give up, fine. That means I win the bet.”

Aegon cursed under his breath. On one hand, he wanted to give up the bet, to truly try to be with you. But on the other hand, his pride wouldn't let him throw away the bet.

A smirk appeared on Cregan’s face. “You’re not gonna give up on the bet, are you?”

“No,” Aegon said through clenched teeth.

“Good luck. You have three days left.”

“It was weird, Hel.” You were telling Helaena all about your dream. “It was fun at first but then it got dark real quick.”

“I mean…” Helaena trailed off. “I'm sorry but I wouldn't be surprised if your brain is correct and Aegon is just playing you.”

Your mouth dropped. “How could you say that?!”

“I don't mean to be rude, I'm just being honest, sweetie.”

“She's right,” came Jace’s voice from the hallway.

After you woke up from your strange dream turned nightmare, you made your way to the kitchen to find Helaena fixing up breakfast. It was a comfort in contrast to what your mind had just decided to make up. 

You smiled. “Hey, Jace.”

“How’d the date go?” He asked you.

A flush appeared on your cheeks. “It was the best! Shrek 2 is always fun and,” you paused for dramatic effect. “I got high!”

Jace’s brows furrowed. “And that's a good thing?”

“I tried something I've never done before! I took a leap and enjoyed it a lot.”

“Do you remember anything about the date?” Questioned Helaena.

“I remember having fun. Nothing happened except seeing the movie and getting high. Oh, the popcorn was to die for. It was so good! I wanted an Icee but Aegon said no. He took care of me last night.”

Helaena nodded her head but looked suspicious. “I just find it weird that my brother is acting like this.”

“Hel, why can't you just be happy for me?”

“Because, sweetie, I don't want you to get hurt. I've seen what Aegon can do to girls and I don't want that to happen to you. Not after what you've been through.”

Pouting, you thought about your past and Jason. You were so quick to give everything to him and yet he turned around and tossed you away as though you were nothing. The mere thought of it happening again terrified you. “I told you I'm not going to rush into this relationship and I mean it.”

Jace sighed. “Hey, remember what I said? I heard there might be a bet going on. I'd just be really cautious.”

Your heart hopped into your throat. “I refuse to believe that,” you croaked out. “I'm not some play toy.” You got up and left the kitchen to go to the guest room, sure to close the door a little louder than usual.

“Your sister and Jace are being downers so I figured I'd hit you up,” You texted Aegon.

“Sucks that they're acting like that. We're the best looking couple,” He replied.

You smiled at the text. With his history you've always wondered if you two would actually make a good looking couple. It was an insecurity of yours. Thankfully, Aegon put that to rest. Your phone buzzed.

“Wanna meet up? We can walk downtown or something.”

“Sure :)”

You put your phone down and went back into the kitchen only to find Jace and Helaena speaking in hushed voices. You stopped behind a corner to listen to them.

“I think this bet that's going on is real,” Jace said. “I overheard Cregan talking to someone else about it. Apparently they think they're gonna win.”

“Do you know what the bet is about?” Helena sounded worried.

“From what I've heard, it's that Aegon can get her in his bed by the end of two weeks.”

“Jace! That's only a few days from now! We have to stop this.”

You couldn't bear to hear the rest so you stepped out from behind the corner. “Stop what?” You feigned innocence.

Helena came up to you with sadness in her eyes. Her arms were outstretched to gather your hands in hers. “I think you need to let Aegon go, sweetie.”

You shook your head violently. “No. I'm not letting him go. This is the best I've felt since before Jason!” 

“I don't trust him. Never have. You need to protect yourself and leave him,” Jace said.

“I'm not gonna hear it.” A tear rolled down your face. “I'm actually going to meet him right now. I'll even ask him if that makes you feel better.”

“If you ask him, he's gonna lie! Please, leave him. If not for yourself then for us. Helaena and I only want what's best for you.”

You looked at both of them, conflicted between wanting to believe them or your heart. Aegon made everything better. Just being with him lifted your spirits. So, instead of saying anything, you have them one last nod for a goodbye and headed out the door.

It was slightly chilly when you stepped outside but you welcomed it all the same. Holding out your arms, you let the wind blow your troubles away. 

“Am I meeting you somewhere or are you picking me up? I kinda already left the apartment bc they were making me upset.” You sent the text.

“Oh fuck I'll pick you up! Hold on Im omw!” he replied.

Smiling to yourself, you stepped away from the front door and made your way to the nearby park. You sat on the bench and thought about all that was said. It played in a constant circulation in your head. Your heart wants one thing but your head says another. It was tiring.

Soon enough, Aegon pulled up in his car. He got out and went to sit next to you on the bench.

“How'd you find me here?” You asked him.

“When you said my sister and Jace were bothering you I figured you'd want to get away from them. Also I saw you,” he said.

You sighed. “It's just exhausting. They both say that you're playing me. Hell, even my dreams are saying that!” 

He paled a little. “And what makes them say that?” 

“Helena and Jace bring up your history a lot. That you've never treated anyone like you treat me.”

“And your head?”

“I think I'm just scared. After Jason…” you trailed off.

Aegon scooter closer to you. “Do you remember what you told me when you were high?”

You shook your head and laughed. “There's only a bit that I remember if I'm being honest.”

He took your hands in his. He didn't look up at you. “You said you loved me.”

“What?” 

“I said that I loved the date and then you said you loved me. I tried to correct you but you said no, you loved me.”

You pulled your hands away from Aegon and stood up from the bench. “Oh, my gods, I'm so sorry, Aegon!”

He stood up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “It's okay,” he whispered. “Because I love you, too.”

Turning around in his arms, you have him a hard look. “Don't play with me, Aegon.”

“I'm not, I promise.”

You took a deep breath. “As long as you're not playing with me, then I'm not playing with you. I love you, Aegon.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. He loved you. Aegon Targaryen loved you.

You stood on your tip toes and placed a gently kiss on his lips. Hesitantly, Aegon kissed you back. It was complete bliss. Your hands went to cup his face while his hands unwound themselves to hold your waist. You wanted his hands to go lower. Shaking your ass a bit, you smiled into the kiss as encouragement. Instead of going lower, Aegon brought his hands up to ghost over the side of your breasts. As you moaned into the kiss, Aegon took that opportunity to slide his tongue in. It was decadent. The feel of him inside you was enough to make you grind on him a bit. You wanted more. You needed more. Breaking apart from the kiss, you lead him to his car and pressed your back against it so you were caged between Aegon and the car.

You pulled him close enough so you would whisper in his ear, “Let's take this to your place.”

This was it. The chance to win the bet. Aegon could take this moment and see it through or he could throw it away to protect you.

Aegon’s grip on your waist tightened as he took a deep breath. “Remember what we both said? That I love you and you love me? ”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly.

“Please, don’t forget it.” He paused. “I'm telling you this because you deserve it. You deserve better than me.” 

You shook your head and gave him a joking smile. “What do you mean? You’re who I want.”

He took his hands off of you and stepped back. “No, you don’t.” He took a deep breath. “There was a bet,”

Your face fell. “No. No, no, no,” you began to say.

“Cregan bet that I couldn't get you to sleep with me in two weeks. And like the idiot I am, I took it. I just didn't expect…”

You laughed mirthlessly and took more steps away from him. You wrapped your arms around yourself and tried to control your breathing. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes. “Expect what? To catch feelings? To care? To fall in love?”

Aegon looked at you with genuine care in his eyes. “Yes. I fell in love with you hard and fast and I'm so sorry, kitten.” He reached out to you.

With tears rolling down your face, you recoiled as quickly as you could away from his touch. “Don't call me kitten. I never was, never will be.”

“Please, I'm so sorry.” Aegon looked like he was about to cry but you tossed that observation from your mind.

“And to think I actually trusted you. That I actually thought you would be better than Jason.” You looked him up and down and looked him hard in the eye. “Well, thank the gods I didn't actually fuck you then.”

Aegon flinched at your words. “Listen, I -”

You stopped him. “There is no ‘listen’. Just go back to your frat house and find someone else to fuck.” Turning on your heels, you left him.

Deep in your heart you wanted Aegon to follow you, to beg for your forgiveness even more. But he didn't. You glanced behind yourself only to find him staring at you. In one last ditch effort to make him feel like shit, you held your middle finger up in the air before walking out of his view.

After you walked the length of the park a few times, never running into Aegon, you went back to Helaena's place. Unlocking the door, warmth flooded you as soon as you stepped through the threshold; as did the tears. You couldn't stop the sobs from coming out.

Helaena came out, hearing your crying. “Sweetie, what's happened?”

“You were right,” you sniffled. “You and Jace were both right and I'm just a fucking idiot!”

Helaena engulfed you in a hug then brought you to the couch in the living area. “Let me get Jace and then we'll talk about what happened, okay?”

You gave your friend a snotty nod.

“Good.” Off she went to find Jace.

Bringing your legs up to fetal position, you let yourself fall to the side on the pillows. Slowly, as though your body couldn't handle much, you reached for a blanket to cover up.

“She's here,” you heard Helaena say to Jace. 

As their footsteps came closer, you braced yourself for the difficult discussion up ahead.

When Helaena and Jace sat themselves in front of you on the other couch you didn't say anything. Neither of them tried to speak, either. It was just silent except for your occasional sniffles. Eventually, you were able to talk.

“You were right,” you said between hiccups. Once your sobs slowed down, hiccups took their place.

Helaena and Jace simply looked at each other, waiting for you to continue.

“It was a lie. It was all a lie. The bet that you heard about, Jace? It was true.”

Jace swore. “Fucking hell.”

“Tell me what to do to him and I'll do it, I swear,” Helaena said.

“No!” You sat up straight. “I don't want either of you to do anything.”

“Give your heart a break and think with your head right now. He can't just get away with this!” Jace yelled.

You flinched. “Please don’t yell. And he’s not. He's hurting as much as I am.”

“How can you be so sure, sweetie?” Helaena reached to hold your hand but you shuffled away.

You whispered your next words. “He said he loved me.”

Jace scoffed. “I'm sorry, but I don't believe that. You can't say you love someone then drop them like that.”

“No, Jace,” Helaena cut in. “Aegon wouldn't have said anything if he didn't care.” She looked at you. “He cares for you, that much I know.”

“What do I do now?” You asked your two friends.

“We heal. We take the time we need to process everything and we heal.”

“I'll keep Aegon away until you're ready,” Jace chimed in.

“What if I want to see him now?” You argued.

“You’re way too emotional right now. We don't want you to do anything stupid.”

“What? Like falling in love with him? Don't worry, I've already done the stupid thing.”

Helaena moved to hug you and this time you let her. “You know that's not what we mean.” 

Burying your face in the neck, you let her presence comfort you. “Can I sleep here?”

“I think Jace and I would prefer you sleep in a bed.”

“No, I took your bed last night.”

“And you can sleep there again.”

You sighed in defeat; too tired to argue. Pulling away from the hug, you stretched your arms up before pulling the blanket back around you. You let Helaena and Jace help you up and move into Helaena’s room, even though their help was unnecessary. Still, it was appreciated. When you got to Helaena’s bed, you tucked yourself in. Distantly, you heard Helaena and Jace say their goodnights.

As you closed your eyes, you thought about the good times you had with Aegon and mourned the loss of never having them again.

[msallurea]

It's Okay to Feel Okay

Ok so recently, specifically a few days ago I had deleted tumblr for a bit to get my mind together. I had wanted to manifest my dream life because I'll be taking senior pics on the 31st and honestly I was fed up with myself with not genuinely applying knowing that I wanted to live a certain way. There was a post that I had seen I can't remember the name right now but I did reblog it, it was "how to make everything sugar spice and everything nice" or something like that. One particular post caught my attention and it the "what if I don't persist" post and it DEFINITELY gave me a reality check, I feel like those who know pretty much everything there is to know about manifestation but aren't genuinely applying it should for sure read that because it definitely knocked sense into me. I had also been reading a lot of posts from @etherealkissed88 also i highly recommended reading her stuff if you ever want a rundown of the law that's quick and straight to the point. Something I noticed I continuously did which is what caused me to always have anxiety when manifesting was focusing on the 3d/my desire being in the 3d on time. So I decided to actually change my perspective and just tell myself since it's done in the 4d I don't have to worry about it not being in the 3d because itll reflect anyway..I've also been adopting the mindset of simply knowing it's finished IN IMAGINATION ONLY!! ...Now, since doing this, for maybe the past few days I haven't felt the need to affirm or visualize or anything, I mean I'd daydream here and there but it's kinda just like "eh I have it anyway so whatever" and let me tell you..as someone who constantly stressed on whether or not I was doing something right and worrying about when it will come and everything else this is the CALMEST and most NONCHALANT I've ever been about manifestation before. Like even now, when I would've tried sabatoging myself saying I HAVE to affirm especially because I do know I am a bit anxious about manifesting my dream life because I definitely want it before my big day which btw I feel like is perfectly fine to acknowledge. But honestly I just don't want to. I don't want to affirm. I don't want to visualize constantly. Because the entire point is that if I say it's already done in imagination and I see that I'm living my dream life in imagination truly there's nothing else for me to do but continuously choose that I'm living my dream life already. Something else that's had me feeling this way is when @etherealkissed88 mentioned that we aren't trying to convince ourselves we have it in the 3d..to be that way is being delusional, we're only accepting that it's already done in IMAGINATION aka the 4d. Since taking this into consideration I've been scarily calm,normally I would've been stressed and spiraling and even now when I "waver" when I see myself in the mirror it's just like a "eh whatever..nothing I do in the 3d affects my manifestation anyway so it doesn't matter" kind of feeling. And I just want anyone who is also experiencing this feeling where you feel as though you just don't want to do anything for your desire and it's just like a "eh whatever I have it in imagination anyway" kind of feeling IT. IS. OK and you are doing just fine. The whole point is the first place is making your desire feel NATURAL to you and if you feeling natural is you not really feeling anything and it's just a "oh it's done" then you are doing just fine if you have the feeling as if you "don't want your desire anymore" that's also fine, I can guarantee if your desire was fulfilled would you still feel like you wanted it or be stressed? I doubt it..just as the example is, I have a phone, I know I have a phone. Even if my phone wasn't in my hand right now I still know I have a phone. That is the feeling, that is the acceptance. Even if it isn't right there in front of you, you already have it because you accepted that you do.

[jokertrap-ran]

(时空中的绘旅人—For All Time—) 司岚 CR 「徒涉空无」 Clarence CR [Wading Through the Void] Heartfelt ASMR / Whispers Translation (Complete)

*For All Time Master-list | Clarence's personal Master-list *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut (Video included) *ASMR contains 2 parts.

"Opening the door and coming home at the end of time with a greeting— it's been a long time."

Part 1: Beautiful Moments [韶光]

「The best moment in time? Right here, right now.」

Clarence: You opened the door to the bedroom, only to find that I was not there.

Clarence: So you ended up coming over.

Clarence: You then remembered that you had a package that you'd yet to open…

Clarence: So you came to study…

Clarence: I see.

Clarence: You're right to have done what you did.

Clarence: Had you left those boxes out there all night…

Clarence: The cats would assume that they were new toys to play with.

Clarence: This one's wrapped pretty tight.

Clarence: Do you need my help?

Clarence: Here you go.

Clarence: A storage box, huh.

Clarence: Stores books and even comes in the shape of a small house?

Clarence: It does seem like something you'd use.

Clarence: I think it's cute.

Clarence: Plus…

Clarence: It’s very imaginative.

Clarence: I like this…

Clarence: Door on the box.

Clarence: Only with a door…

Clarence: Can it be considered a house.

Clarence: You can hide secrets in there.

Clarence: And lock some memories within.

Clarence: Or open the doors…

Clarence: To get something new for a change.

Clarence: You want to take something from it right now?

Clarence: Let me try.

Clarence: What I have in my grasp now is…

Clarence: Your hand.

Clarence: And the owner of this hand…

Clarence: Is my favorite book.

Clarence: Every page is unique.

Clarence: Dynamic.

Clarence: And endless.

Clarence: Okay.

Clarence: We'll leave this here first.

Clarence: And we can pack some books inside tomorrow.

Clarence: You can also put your drawings inside.

Clarence: Or perhaps the letter I've sent you.

Clarence: Anything at all.

Clarence: If you happen to remember this box once in a while.

Clarence: You can open this little door.

Clarence: For what lies behind…

Clarence: Is our shared memories.

Clarence: So…

Clarence: What's the next package supposed to be?

Clarence: What?

Clarence: Why are you trying to hide it from me?

Clarence: Your ears have gone all red.

Clarence: “Bathroom Suction Cup Handcuffs”…?

Clarence: I see.

Clarence: I've seen these before, yes.

Clarence: Handcuffs used to restrain…

Clarence: Cats who are adamant against a bath.

Clarence: Go on then, open it.

Clarence: At least try it on for size to see if it fits.

Clarence: If the suction cups aren't strong enough…

Clarence: Then the handcuffs would be easily removed.

Clarence: Which wouldn't be worth the effort.

Clarence: If you require…

Clarence: I can lend you my hand so that you can try it out.

Clarence: However, handcuffs do not have a key.

Clarence: Perhaps you can operate it with just one hand.

Clarence: You just want to handcuff me to the table.

Clarence: Don't you…?

Clarence: Looks like you are aware of its use then.

Clarence: And it seems strong enough to restrain an animal.

Clarence: But not enough…

Clarence: See?

Clarence: Come closer.

Clarence: I've told you before.

Clarence: Haven't I?

Clarence: This set of handcuffs does not come with a key.

Clarence: And can be operated with just one hand.

Clarence: So you really should have tried restraining my right hand instead.

Clarence: To delay my escape…

Clarence: Take you right now, for example.

Clarence: It truly does hold strong.

Clarence: Before the cats…

Clarence: Perhaps we should…

Clarence: Try it out for ourselves?

Clarence: Right here.

Clarence: Right now.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

Part 2: Fictitious [子虚]

「The only defense that man has against the nothingness of the future, is the present.」

Clarence: No. 1046529.

Clarence: I need to record the information I currently have on hand.

Clarence: There is physical space here.

Clarence: However, it is hard to determine the boundaries of said space.

Clarence: I can see the cosmos.

Clarence: Moving a 100 ahead…

Clarence: “Clarence”…?

Clarence: Who's calling for me?

Clarence: You.

Clarence: It's been a long time.

Clarence: I miss you so much.

Clarence: It has been…

Clarence: A long time since we last saw each other…

Clarence: I miss the time we spent together…

Clarence: I still remember that evening…

Clarence: When you opened the door to the room.

Clarence: The night breeze entered the room.

Clarence: And I came to a realization.

Clarence: Back then, I had a hunch.

Clarence: That if there was a set of forever locked doors before me…

Clarence: Then you are the key, standing before me.

Clarence: Can you hold my hand?

Clarence: I kind of miss that feeling…

Clarence: A hug…

Clarence: You're still the same as before…

Clarence: Always loving to spring surprises on me.

Clarence: No…

Clarence: Don't undo them.

Clarence: See?

Clarence: There's nothing under these bandages anymore.

Clarence: The wound has already healed…

Clarence: But it does tickle…

Clarence: When you touch it like that.

Clarence: So, as a recompensation…

Clarence: Let me hug you for a little longer…

Clarence: You know…

Clarence: It was only after I embarked on this journey…

Clarence: That I learned that the size of the world could not be estimated.

Clarence: And that time was an endless thing.

Clarence: The world we live in is vast…

Clarence: And in comparison…

Clarence: We are little more than cocoons on a leaf.

Clarence: We are the insects in the cocoon…

Clarence: Doing our very best to survive.

Clarence: I will return to see you again.

Clarence: It is your aid…

Clarence: That has led me this far.

Clarence: The time I spent with you…

Clarence: Will serve as a torch.

Clarence: One capable of tearing through the solid darkness.

Clarence: Wait for me.

Clarence: And await our next meeting.

Clarence: Regardless of what the world has come to by that time…

Clarence: Be it whether time or space has ceased to exist…

Clarence: Even if I have to pass through countless upon countless doors…

Clarence: I will morph into a butterfly…

Clarence: And I will fly to meet you again.

[thelunarfairy]

What do you think could make Tsukasa cry? From the beginning of the series until now, he has never been seen to cry despite what happens to him, so I was curious to know what you think. I hope you read it and have a nice day! :3

Thank you ^^

If you want to know, what would make Tsukasa cry would probably be the moment he receives love.

When he hears Amane say for the first time that he loves him with every word, when he hears that he is important, when he hears that his sacrifices were things that Amane did not want because what he wanted was to be by Tsukasa's side because he loves him.

He will cry when Amane admits that he will protect him, when Amane hears his calls, when Amane is the one who will hug Tsukasa, and not the other way around.

All Tsukasa needs is love, affection, care. He did everything he could for his brother, even before he met the entity. He asked Amane if he loved him, he wanted to feel that love, but what he received was the opposite.

He is so used to no one liking him, to no one caring about him, that it doesn't hurt him anymore.

Tsukasa know this will happen, he himself said that "Amane won't come, even if I call him"

Why won't Amane come?

He also explains "he's never done it before"

Tsukasa is the boy who was abandoned by everyone, including the person he loved the most. People don't usually like him, he always hears and sees looks of fear and contempt from other people. No one has ever asked him how he was, if he needed anything, no one cares about him.

And he knows this, he's sure of it.

One of the reasons he looks for a reason to "stay".

At the moment he was most vulnerable, he talked a little about what happened to him and Amane, that sad and empty look.

And you see that look shine when Hanako finally shows up to save him.

Then, the shine disappears again when Amane says he saved him "because he was there".

Tsukasa had a little hope here, but Hanako killed it again.

You see some of that hurt reflected when Tsukasa calls Amane selfish, when Nene says she loves Hanako and Tsukasa is handcuffed behind him saying "good for you" in the official translation.

When shortly after that Nene says she hates Tsukasa.

Can you see it?

Nothing negative will make Tsukasa cry because he expects it, because he is used to receiving contempt and indifference.

When you expect hate and not love, the tears dry up.

But when love finally comes to him, Tsukasa will overflow, because he has never dealt with it, he would not know how to react.

I can even see him shocked, in disbelief at first.

Like when Nene JUST hugged him.

He reacted that way with just one hug, so imagine how he will react when the person he loves the most finally admits that he loves him deeply?

He sings in search of a place where he can be happy

Tsukasa is neglected even by the fandom.

I understand that he did a lot of wrong things along the way, but let's remember that Tsukasa is that little baby who spent his days fulfilling Amane's wishes to see him happy.

Little Tsukasa became Yorishiro with this troubled personality because of his union with the entity.

The entity greatly influences his behavior, but he chose to stay by her side because the entity was the only one who could fulfill his wish to save his older brother.

The entity was the only one who stood by him when everyone else turned their backs (even though we know that the entity is also just using him).

All Tsukasa needs is love, affection, kindness, and that will be enough to make him cry.

He is a good boy who suffers unfairly for having chosen to save the life of the person he loves the most.

He didn't do it for himself, he never made wishes for himself, he wasn't looking for any ambition, he just wanted to see his brother happy, even if he didn't feel that he was loved by Amane, he didn't care about that, he just wanted Amane's happiness.

The cost of Amane's happiness is Tsukasa's pain.

If you want to see him cry, truly love him.

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

--Ode to Grief #5--

"My voice wasn't always this deep," the king said, apropos of nothing.

He paused for a moment, confused. He had intended to say something else and did not quite understand why he wanted to tell this particular story or tell it to Gao Jianli of all people. It was not some dangerous secret or a juicy bit of gossip. Yet he wished for it to be heard. 

The musician startled at the sound of the king's voice. The zhu in his lap stuttered and fell silent like a shy maiden. He did not remove the blindfold but the king could not shake the feeling that he was being observed from behind the silk, perhaps on a level deeper than the human eye could penetrate.

"I was not a skilled orator as a boy," the king cleared his throat and resolved to continue. A sovereign should never leave things half-done, he'd learned that at the knee. "I had a weak voice. Shrill. By age nine, it had not improved, and Mother was unsatisfied with me. My father would send for me soon and name me heir. If the future king could not speak with gravitas, he would not be obeyed. So, Mother came up with a plan. One day, I caught a bad cold, and she locked me in my room for four days. During this time, she made me read aloud from The Way and Virtue for two sichen every day. I was not allowed to drink any water. I learned quickly not to cry about it because it only made me thirstier. As you might have guessed, this made me go completely hoarse. In fact, when Mother finally let me out, I went totally mute for half a month. It hurt even to swallow; a spoonful of porridge felt like broken splinters. For a time, I was terrified that I might never speak again. Of course, this proved unwarranted. I made a full recovery, and my voice became much deeper." 

The king had been smiling when he recounted this story. It was one of his fonder memories, like a rare gem that was too fragile to be worn and must be kept tucked away in a silk pouch. It was proof that Mother had truly cared for him once upon a time, despite her harshness and eventual betrayal. Other mothers filled their children's pockets with useless trinkets, hugs and kisses, and gentle, whispered words. He had indelible proof of her love wrought into his flesh. Mother had seen greatness in him before anyone else. She knew he was worthy of being a king. That was why she had put so much effort into improving him. Where nature had failed, she took it into her own hands to correct. 

He expected Gao Jianli to appreciate the story in the same way. But the look on the musician's face made him stop short. He had taken off his blindfold, there was no awe in his eyes, only pity. 

"It must have been very painful," Gao Jianli whispered.

"What's a little pain in the grand scheme of things?" the king replied with a laugh, amused by this girlish sentiment. "One suffers for a brief moment and earns a lifetime of benefits from it. Besides, I hardly remember it now." 

The musician did not answer. He plucked a few notes on the zhu, and they sounded like raindrops falling on a hot terracotta roof. A gentle pitter-patter followed by the hiss of rising steam, like a tiny, sorrowful sigh. King Ying Zheng felt a strange pang answer from within his chest, a tenderness almost bordering on pain, like a hand covering a bruise. 

The king frowned and shook out his sleeves as if to dislodge that strange feeling, "there was something else I've been meaning to tell you." 

The strings fell abruptly silent. Gao Jianli did not raise his head but sat there waiting, still as a stone relief. 

The king continued, "You must have guessed by now that I don't intend to keep you locked up forever." 

"No," Gao Jianli replied, "that would be utterly pointless."

"Good, so you've considered the possibility," the king was pleased. The musician of Yan was proving to be very receptive. He was looking forward to adding another rare talent to his collection. 

"I've long since made peace with the idea," Gao Jianli put aside the zhu and pressed his forehead to the king's stockinged feet. "Mighty King of Qin, if you are as merciful as you are great, I beg you to grant me one last request. Bury me with Jing Ke in the peach orchard outside the city. I don't need any sacrifices or a tomb. Just lay me down by his side, close enough for our hands to touch." 

The king was confused for a moment, then he became amused and slightly insulted. Why did everyone always rush to assume the worst of him? "You are mistaken, Musician of Yan. I don't plan on executing you either." 

Gao Jianli raised his head slowly, like a man emerging from a dream. The news did not seem to please or shock him, "why not?" 

Why not? The king looked down at him sharply, unsure if the musician was ribbing him--because who on earth would quibble over their own death? The expression on the musician's face gave him pause. It was not one of mockery--in fact, it was not an expression he recognized. Gao Jianli's lips were pressed into a thin, bloodless line, and there was a strange light in his eyes, both vacant and feverish at the same time. 

"You are a rare and gifted man," answered the king, disconcerted but concealling it well, "killing you would be an affront to Heaven. The people would curse my name to the Eastern Sea and back."

"So it's the music you want," Gao Jianli said dreamily, "I'm just a pair of hands." 

That remark struck surprisingly close to home. I was right to take these precautions, the king thought to himself. The man was too observant by far. Out loud, he continued, "By your definition, a king would just be a royal seal and a pair of flapping lips. I seek the spirit that animates those hands." 

"What will you have me do?" 

"I want to make you my Court Composer," the king let his voice drop to a warmer timbre. "You will have free reign of the palace, a yearly stipend of three hundred liang in silver, and the opportunity to perform for the greatest men of the realm, not just from Qin but from every kingdom. Once I unite the empire, all under Heaven will be your stage."

"All under Heaven," Gao Jianli repeated dully, "after you conquer it." 

"That's right," let him steep in the idea for a bit; he'll get used to it eventually. They all will. "However, there is one thing you must do first." 

"I accept."

"You've not heard my terms yet," the king chuckled. Don't come crying to me later, saying I hadn't been clear enough. The King of Qin had been called many things in his life; judicious, over-ambitious, cold-blooded… but never underhanded. His deeds, be they harsh or fair, were always conducted in the open, in plain black and white. 

"Nevertheless, I know them," Gao Jianli had started to tremble like a leaf. The king could hear his teeth clattering like a cup full of dice. "You need my hands intact, of course; otherwise, there'd be no point in keeping me around. You said I'd have free reign of the palace so I can keep my feet. That leaves only one thing that could threaten you--or should I say, a pair," his voice had dropped to a hoarse whisper, "I accept these terms. They are as fair as circumstances permit. I can live without my eyes." 

Notes:

Ying Zheng's force masc (am i using this word correctly???) is an inverted mirror to castration. After castration, boys were confined to a room for 4 days where they were not allowed to drink any water. During this time they either healed or died. Both processes result in permanant changes to their voice, but in opposite directions.

i was also inspired by the anecdotal story of Tab Hunter, who was a closeted hollywood icon from the 50s, known for his "beefcake" roles. His agent thought his voice wasn't macho enough, and made him scream himself hoarse when he had a cold. something something masculinity is a performance and a prison.