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indecisivemuch · 1 year ago

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Cupids in Converses

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: Valentine's was rolling up. You and Luke played Cupid on Percy and Annabeth. But what if playing matchmakers gave both you guys and your unspoken feelings the nudge that you guys have always needed? (Fluff, friends to lovers, happy ending)

Warning: sort of cliché, but it's Valentines so.

Note: Valentines got me in the mood of writing something rom-com-ish. Let's just assume Luke wears red converses that looks like Maia in the show. Also, I've been incredibly busy so I kinda rushed through this one to post it on time for Valentines.

Word count: 4.1k (whoops)

February has always filled the air with some sort of sugary chemical. Everything seemed sweeter like a pink filter had been put over the world. Some may dislike the upcoming February holiday, but it was perhaps one of your favorite times of the year.

Why? You were somehow blessed with the skills of getting people together and nudging them just enough to cross the line they needed to. So far, you have managed to help six couples get together. With Valentine’s right around the corner, the urge to play cupid grew to the point it was itching your hands.

“Well, compared to the Chimera on Monday, Medusa on Sunday, could have been a lot worse,” Percy was quickly interrupted by Annabeth.

“Medusa was Saturday.”

“I thought Sunday?”

“No monsters on Sunday. Monday, you died in a river.” You squint your eyes at the conversation that Percy and Annabeth were having. The familiar bells rang in your head; you could practically hear them roaring at you.

“Right, so Medusa on Saturday…”

“Woah, guys, what’s this?” Luke interrupted. “When did you turn into an old married couple?” Percy and Annabeth both grew slightly flustered at the Hermes counselor’s words. Muttering a few things here and there, the two kids quickly excused themselves and walked off from you and Luke just to avoid the topic in general. You slowly turned towards Luke and peered up at him.

“Surely…” you spoke cryptically.

“Surely what?”

“Them!” you gestured to the direction that Percy and Annabeth had headed off to. You kicked a small rock with your Converse and watched it tumble away. “Surely we can give a little nudge?” you trailed off, bumping into Luke’s shoulder.

“You’re not seriously gonna play Cupid on them, right?”

“No, I’m not…because we are,” Luke let out a loud breath, hands on his hips as he peered down at you. However, you could see a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“Sweet girl, I adore you, but why not let things run their course?” you hope he did not see the physical reaction over that nickname because, internally, your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh? And you’re telling me those six couples from before would have gotten together without me? You know I’m right about this kind of stuff. I can usually sense it. Besides, it’ll be fun, I promise.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Uhm…you get to spend time with me?” you decided to answer, grinning up at Luke when he gave you a feigned unimpressed look. “Please, besides, you and Percy are close, so it would help a lot. I already have a plan and I need your help for it.”

One look into your eyes, and Luke knew he was doomed. For some reason, you just can make him do anything you ask. Luke could feel the hands on his hips slowly slipping as he looked into your eyes.

“Fine.”

Stage 1: Get Percy to realize his feelings cause he’s blind as hell

It was midnight and everybody else was asleep except for you and Luke. The two of you were in the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The two of you were making some fortune cookies for your plan. However, there was a tiny twist to the treat you two were making. You had personally printed out a couple of prompts that you wrote yourself in hopes they would nudge Percy into realizing his feelings.

“Really?’“Romance is in the air. What you’re looking for is right in front of you’?” Luke read out the small piece of paper that you printed. You pulled the cookies out of the oven when they were ready.

“It’s cliche and sort of obvious, but hey! It’ll work because it’s Percy I’m working with,” you quickly pulled the paper out of his hand to put it in the fortune cookie before folding it into shape and letting it cool down.

“Mhm. He’s gonna realize you’re trying to play cupid.”

“Are we talking about the same person? I doubt Percy would realize. Annabeth would, hence why I’m not trying this on her.”

Luke helped you out with a couple of other spare fortune cookies that you two intended to keep for yourselves.

“Alright, finally done,” you muttered, washing your hands. However, you were caught off guard when Luke dipped his hand in the bag of flour on the counter and smeared some on your cheek. Your mouth hung slightly at this, and you looked up at him challengingly. You wiped your hands with a hand towel, “Oh? Is that how we’re playing it?”

“...No…” Luke sheepishly replied, a grin growing on his face when he saw the look of mischief creeping on your face.

“Game on, Castellan,” with that, you dipped both of your hands in flour and chased after the tall boy, who was sprinting around the counter. You caught up with Luke and compromised by smearing flour onto the back of his shirt first. At your attack, he turned around and smeared some more across your face from your other cheek to the top of your nose. You immediately did it back to him.

“Ok, ok, I surrender,” he coughed in between quiet waves of laughter after you smeared some from his cheek down his neck, marking your last attack.

For a moment, Luke and you stood in silence, but when you two let the state of one another sink in, laughs echoed throughout the room again. Luke was able to stop his laughter first, though he was still wearing a wide grin. He washed the flour off his face and dried it with kitchen tissues as you muttered: “Oh, I wish I had a camera. I could practically blackmail you with that photo.”

“I have no doubt you would have never let me live that down,” while replying, Luke also approached you and started wiping the flour off your nose before moving to your cheeks. Your laughter slowly faded as your cheeks heated at the feeling of his hand on your skin. He was looking at you so tentatively. Callous hands - a reflection of his remarkable title as best swordsman - delicately holding your face as if you were the rarest diamond to exist.

Something about this moment felt so domestic. Luke allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy that this is how it would feel like to be with you and share cute moments like these together. Luke unbeknownstly let out a breath he didn’t know he was keeping in as he made eye contact with you.

However, the moment was interrupted by another camper who yelped upon seeing you two in the kitchen. The presence of another person caused you two to spring apart. “I’m so sorry, I’ll leave,” the camper muttered, clearly abandoning their plan of stealing food and sweets in the middle of the night. Luke coughed to break the silence.

“So what’s the plan after giving it to Percy?” Luke asked, looking down at the fortune cookies before picking one up and munching on it.

“Hopefully, he’ll finally realize his feelings, and when he does…Percy will come to you, for sure.”

Stage 2: Romantic gesture

You were right, Percy came to Luke for dating advice. As you planned, Luke suggested that Percy make a flower crown for Annabeth. Hence, here the Hermes counselor was - with Percy as he picked out flowers for Annabeth.

"I'm gonna need you to guide me on this 'cause I've never made flower crowns before," Percy muttered as he picked out California Poppins, Annabeth's favorite. Luke grinned at this. He found it interesting how the young boy already knew. "Maybe you could make one for someone special too?" Percy said, his voice somewhat unsure.

At the young boy's words, Luke froze. The first person that seemed to pop into his mind when Percy said that was you.

"I mean, might as well, right? It's for Valentine's. Maybe you could give it to someone who means a lot to you and makes you happy?" Percy spoke, though there was something instigative about his tone.

Happy. The word bounced in between the walls of Luke's mind. Once again, the first thing that flashed in his head was you. Then, a surge of images came running from memories of you two. He almost could not remember happiness before you. A warm feeling embedded in his chest as he pictured your smile. Just seeing you happy seemed to do it for him, like you could spread happiness to him by just looking at him. You were like the first glimmer of daylight after a cold night. He subconsciously smiled at that thought.

You have always made him feel loved, even though he knew you were probably doing it platonically. However, he would gladly take any form of love that he could receive from you. Every day, waking up and knowing he had you in his life was good enough for him. Maybe he should try giving you more hints. Maybe you'll finally see it. Perhaps Percy was right with the flower crown idea.

“Uhm, sure,” with that, Luke decided to take some of your favorite flowers into his hand and went to a nearby table, where he started guiding Percy on how to make a flower crown. However, ever so often, his mind would trail to its own thoughts whenever he focused on making this flower crown for you.

Percy watched Luke as the older boy started intensely working on his own flower crown, crafting it with so much care as if it was an artwork intended for a national museum. If Percy didn’t know better, he would think Luke was a perfectionist.

Meanwhile, you were sitting with Annabeth near the ocean where she had previously pushed Percy into the waters, leading to Poseidon claiming him. You asked, “Any plans for Valentine’s Day?”

“No, you?”

“Nope.”

“Oh?” she replied, though you tilted your head at the tone of her voice. “I’m just surprised,” Annabeth explained as she looked out at the ocean instead of at you. “I mean…I thought you and Luke…”

“Huh?—”

“Well, I mean, you two are together all the time, and there seems to be something going on —”

“What do you mea—”

“It always seems like you two would gravitate to one another. I just assumed you two were together already—”

“We’re…just friends,” you settled on saying, though you could hear your heart beating loudly, seemingly echoing near your chest and neck. Of course, you knew you had feelings for Luke. However, you have always ruled it as a silly little crush.

“...You sure? You sound really unsure,” Annabeth challenged, making you sigh.

“I mean, he’s really sweet, and nice…”

“Uh-huh”

“And he makes me laugh all the time…”

“That’s good,” Annabeth’s words echoed as you sunk into silence and started reflecting on who Luke was to you. He has always made you feel cared for. Out of everybody at camp, perhaps he was the one you were most comfortable with, never having to be afraid of being yourself. Almost all of your favorite memories at camp included him in them.

You remember the night you told him about your minor fear of the darkness and how he promised to always protect you in it. In a way, since then, he has become your light. You always felt lit up when he made his way to you. Your eyes are always drawn to him like a moth to its flame. Then, it finally dawned on you how serious your feelings were. You realized how most of the time you seemed to be mindless about the existence of your heart until Luke was around because it was only then that your heart would tug or race to run you breathless. You gulped as your eyes darted around slightly.

“I mean…maybe…” you started but snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Luke’s voice. And there it was again, the silly familiar tug your heart was doing just from his voice. “Hey…” you greeted Luke and Percy before noticing Percy with a flower crown in his hand.

“Annabeth, can I speak to you privately?” Annabeth stood up and gestured for Percy to lead the way, presumably somewhere, so the young boy could give her the flower crown and ask her out on Valentine’s Day. You remained seated, still pondering at your feelings and wondering when they had exponentially grown that much.

“I actually have something for you as well,” you finally looked up at Luke when he said this. You noticed he had his hands behind his back. Something about the way he looked now seemed so shy and timid, which was unlike the outgoing and confident boy you always knew.

Your mouth fell agape when he pulled out a flower crown made of your favorite flower. “Luke…” you said his name and stood up when you saw the item.

However, because your eyes were on his gift, you didn’t notice the way Luke’s breath hitched at the sound of your voice calling out his name. He never thought it was anything special until November two years ago when you said his name while laughing at one of his jokes by the campfire. It was probably a moment you did not remember, but ever since then, he felt so sure that he was named so because the name sounded like it was born just for the sole purpose of being sounded from your lips.

“I made this for you,” he muttered, though it sounded almost like a whisper. His eyes shifted to both of your Converses instead of at you. Something about this made him so nervous as if he was handing you his heart instead of a simple gift. He almost scowled at himself for acting like a boy in kindergarten, confessing to his crush.

If only Luke was looking at you because you were looking at him and the item in awe. Your cheeks flushed from his gesture. Though, you were somewhat glad he was not looking at you because you were sure one look at you right now would tell Luke exactly everything about your feelings. You were a blushing mess. “Luke, thank you so much. This is beautiful. I can’t believe you made one for me.”

You touched Luke’s hand that was holding the crown, and he almost grew an even deeper shade of red. “Put it on my head,” you instructed, and he obliged just like everything else you would ask. He was sure he must have caught a sickness or something for wanting to follow you this blindly. But you were perhaps the only one with the power to get him to do absolutely anything. Just as the crown touched your hair, you peered up at him, and the sight alone made Luke swallow nervously.

You looked breathtaking.

And he meant this literally because Luke felt like he stopped breathing for a second. He could not look away. That was until you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him. His arms wrapped around your neck almost immediately to return the hug as if they existed to only hold you.

However, unlike the hundreds of hugs before, this one felt different. It was as if something had shifted and was bound to unfold.

Final Stage: Valentine’s Day

Annabeth had said yes.

You were ecstatic to learn that the young girl had agreed to go on a Valentine’s date with Percy. Even though you didn’t want to intrude, you and Luke decided to just have a peep to see what Percy had planned. You were not planning to stay long. It was just a sort of reward or a way to see your plan grow into fruition. You smiled when you spot the cute picnic date near the shore.

“See, I told you the plan was going to work,” you muttered as you tiptoed up in your converses to peer at the kids through the tall bushes nearby. You almost lost balance and step onto Luke's shoes that were similar to yours, except his was red.

The boy quickly steadied you with his hand on your waist. You muttered a quick thank you before turning back to the kids, trying to ignore the blush that was slowly decorating your cheeks. But you were quickly caught off guard at the sight of Percy and Annabeth pushing a small boat off the shore and hopping on it.

“Uhm…that is not what I expected. Where are they going?” Luke looked over your shoulder when you said that. Your eyes fluttered at his warm breath hitting your neck.

However, you noticed the two kids looking like they were in trouble and panicking as they quickly started rowing away. You turned your head towards Luke, forgetting he was very close to you. Your voice faltered as you were about to utter your next sentence. Noticing this, Luke turned to you, only causing the two of you to come face to face with little distance in between. You gulped and forced yourself not to glance down at his lips, “Do you think they’re okay? Should we follow them? I mean…what if they’re in trouble?”

Seeing the worried look on your face, Luke frowned. He deeply disliked anything that caused that kind of expression on your face. Hence, he decided to go over to the second boat there and started pushing it towards the water. “Come on,” you hopped onto the small boat with him and started rowing after Percy and Annabeth, hoping to help them from whatever trouble they were seeming to have.

After a few minutes of rowing behind them, you saw Percy and Annabeth rowing into a small tunnel. Luke and you quickly followed in, rowing your boat, only to be engulfed by darkness upon entering the tunnel.

The wind blew much harder in there, causing goosebumps on your arm as your hand gripped your oar tightly. To make matters worse, it was your most hated type of darkness - utter pitch black. Even with your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could see nothing, not even Luke.

You were fine with darkness in familiar places like your cabin, where you knew at least there were other campers around and you were safe. You were also mostly fine with darkness where you could see as your eyes adjusted to it. But here, you were in a tunnel you’ve never been in, where there were possibly monsters that could attack you at any moment.

You were slightly startled by the hand that softly touched yours that, unbeknownst to you, was crushing the wooden oar. You immediately recognize it was Luke’s hand from the warmth and familiar touch. He soothingly ran his thumb across your hand. His actions were proven effective at calming you down when you could feel your grip loosen around the tool.

“Breathe, sweet girl,” his words somehow made you release the breath you were subconsciously holding.

A few seconds later, the lights were turned on. You were met with one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen. Lights were decorating the path throughout the tunnel. There were also plants and trees with extended branches and leaves that softly brushed past the boat Luke and you were on.

Suddenly, you both heard a tune start playing quietly in the background, almost quiet enough to make you two think you were imagining it:

“There you see her, sitting there across the way.

She don’t got a lot to say, but there’s something about her”

His thumb hasn’t stopped rubbing over your knuckles even though the darkness was no longer casting over the both of you. His eyes were absorbing how you looked at that moment, embracing it. You were absolutely stunning and he was hopelessly infatuated with you.

“And you don’t know why, but you’re dying to try

You wanna kiss the girl.”

The lyrics made Luke subconsciously lick his lips as he pictured himself kissing you. Gods, he wondered if his heart would even survive doing so and whether anything would ever surpass getting to kiss you. Your eyes flickered to Luke's lips, and he noticed it. He also noticed how your cheeks flushed as you gulped at his actions.

“Luke.”

“Y/N,” you almost melted at the way Luke was saying your name as if it was an honor or privilege to do so. The tone he used was sweeter than any dessert you have ever had. Gods, it was as if your name was a sacred passage he lived by.

“Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do”

Indeed he was looking at you, and it felt almost like he was spellbound because he could not take his eyes off you. Right then, you could see it all - he was utterly smitten. He was giving you a soft smile. The lights decorating the tunnel shimmered in his eyes, illuminating just enough to display his pupils and how they almost completely overtook the usual dark brown color that you love. Before you knew it, he was leaning closer to you on the small boat and you mirrored his action.

“Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her…”

Just when Luke was inches from your face, he stopped. His eyes longingly stare at your lips like a long-awaited dream that was within his grasp but not quite within his grip yet. You noticed how he took a deep breath as if mustering all the drops of courage he had. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before he opened them again.

“Can I?” he uttered only two words, but somehow, his voice conveyed enough the yearning coursing through every inch of his body. Luke gulped as he restrained himself from closing the distance and waited for your consent.

You nodded wordlessly.

“It don’t take a word, not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl.”

Almost instantly, he caressed both sides of your face and sealed the deal.

All the glory Luke has gained throughout the years seemed trivial compared to kissing you. It almost convinced him that everything he had gone through to get here today was worth it. He hummed against your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Kissing you felt like the best gift he had ever gotten in his entire life. Luke knew he was forever screwed from the way it felt. He could not fathom the idea of his lips ever touching anyone else’s. Maybe they were made for you, but his heart and mind do not seem to oppose that idea.

You slowly slid your arms down, allowing your hands to caress his jawline and the sides of his face. However, your hands slightly jolted at the pace of his heartbeat along the side of his neck. It was as if his heart was trying to break out of his body. Your own heart started replicating the same rhythm. It had you flustered that you had such an effect on him.

Luke broke away from the kiss breathlessly. For a second, he hated the idea of needing air to live because if he could, he would not have stopped showing you how much his lips belonged to you. His forehead leaned against yours while his hands rested on your hips. He looked at you endearingly as if he could not fathom that he just got to kiss you. You smiled at the sight of him.

“I know I’m a tad bit late, but will you be my Valentine?” he sweetly asked.

“Of course, Luke.” Luke grinned at your answer. He drew you in for another kiss as giggles escaped your lips and echoed through the tunnel that now marked an important memory for the two of you.

You truly must be Cupid because your plan not only worked for Percy and Annabeth, but somehow also indirectly gave Luke and you the nudge you both needed.

14th February marked the day when two Cupids wearing Converses got their happy ending.

Bonus:

“I told you that would work,” Annabeth whispered to Percy as the two hopped back onto their boat with a speaker in hand, rowing away hastily to be out of sight from the older couple.

Little did you know, Annabeth had orchestrated the whole thing, including the conversation between her and Percy about their mission in front of Luke and you. Annabeth’s plan of getting Luke and you together through playing cupid together had seemingly worked just like she had planned.

Who said you were the only cupid at Camp Half-Blood?

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panlight · 1 year ago

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I know I've mentioned this before, but sometimes I think it's a blessing that SM hadn't really read/watched much Vampire Stuff before she wrote Twilight.

Don't get me wrong--there are definitely times where I'm very frustrated by this, where she misses a key moment that someone more genre savvy would have taken full advantage of. The main character being turned into a vampire in such a clinical way removes so much of the intimacy and eroticism of vampire lit, for example. Or the way she didn't give her vampires any weaknesses and how that makes it so much harder to raise the stakes and put them in any real danger. Or to feel bad for their cursed existence because like . . . it actually seems not that bad without all the weaknesses and limitations.

But It's a blessing in a way because it allowed her to come up with characters like Emmett, Esme, and Carlisle. MOST of the sympathetic, 'good' vampires in fiction end up being like Edward. This brooding vampire who hates what he is and probably has some kind of Dark Past (Edward's vigilante era in his own opinion) but wants to be good but oh, the endless midnights! And obviously that's a compelling story; these tropes are used so often because people ENJOY them.

But then you have Emmett, who is a 'good' vampire too and just . . . doesn't care. He's nice. He'll protect you. But he's also killed people. Whoops. Probably felt bad about it at the time. Probably still feels a little bad if he thinks about it now. But he's not brooding about it. He's generally pretty happy and fun and doesn't take things too seriously. Normally this would be a 'bad' vampire or at least morally gray vampire but as written by SM, he's clearly intended to be a good guy. Just one of the bros who happens to be a vampire.

Then there's Carlisle, who had every reason to be the brooding vampire who hates himself (was actively hunting vampires when he was turned! son of a pastor! alone for centuries!) but instead he . . . just got on with it. Also I think his success with vegetarianism is in itself kind of unusual and refreshing for the genre. I know lots of people think he'd be more interesting if he had killed people but as someone who read Twilight during a marathon read of other vampire fiction the fact that he HADN'T was actually what made him interesting to me. It was bizarrely . . . hopeful? It's the kind of thing that someone actually vampire genre savvy probably wouldn't have done.

Likewise Esme just being this white suburban midwestern vampire mom and playing it 100% straight. This isn't some commentary on how vampirism is a shallow perversion of motherhood or whatever, Esme IS the mom. She does mom things. It's taken seriously. She's not some sinister Other Mother, she is genuinely loving and gentle and motherly and again, I feel like someone genre savvy wouldn't have played it that way.

Anyway, yes sometimes I long for more typical vampire stuff in Twilight, but sometimes the lack of genre knowledge worked out in its favor.

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waywardxrhea · 5 months ago

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Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 9

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

installment list / previous chapter / next chapter

word count: 4,162

a/n: as mentioned in the last chapter, if you are purely here for the fluff and the story you don't have to read this chapter! when i wrote this i had went down the sex pollen rabbit hole and ended up here lmao! and to be clear, these are two legal, of age adults in this story! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION! content warnings below the cut!

content: some fluff! alcohol consumption (enough to be tipsy, not drunk - well, except Jasmine lmao), smut! sex potion (dub-con technically?) kissing, love bites, public sexual acts (obstructed from others’ view by magic), fingering, handjob, overstimulation, begging, oral (male and female receiving), language, unprotected sex, aftercare, mentioned future use of a morning after potion.

a/n: wow that’s a lot of content looking back to edit this😅🤣 i got carried away whoops!

“Would you look at you!” George breathed before letting out a low whistle when you opened the door, ready to go to your university’s awards ceremony. For the occasion you opted to wear your favourite glittery lilac dress that had a sweetheart neckline and ended right above your knee. The skirt of the dress rippled in the light June wind and it was one of the few dresses of this length you felt truly confident in, especially after those months at the gym.

“You’re looking quite sharp yourself,” you replied with a smile, noting that George opted for a matching lilac tie and pocket square.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, offering out his arm.

“Yep!” you replied, locking the front door. After you did, you hooked your arm in his so you two could begin the walk to the university campus where the small awards ceremony was being held. “Thank you for agreeing to come,” you told him quietly after a few moments, a fondness in your tone that was unmistakable.

“Your forever plus one, remember?” George asked softly with a smile on his lips. You started referring to him as that a few weeks prior when you first invited him, and every time you did it made George’s heart flutter.

During the ceremony, which was quite long-winded as the professors droned on about different fundraising events planned in order to put on the best shows possible in the coming year, George ended up entertaining the small table the two of you sat at with quiet jokes and “sleight of hand” magic with some of the Muggle magic trick items from the shop.

When it was time for awards, George of course cheered the loudest when you got the award for “Most Dedicated Performer.” When you arrived back at the table with the small trophy in hand, George kissed you deeply before congratulating you on the award.

Later that evening, a mid-sized group of your theatre company went to a nearby pub to celebrate the end of a successful year. The group had faces from all across the university’s specialties of performance, from stage coordinators, to dancers, to those who specialised in plays, then of course the musical theatre students. Once the group all settled down around a few tables they had mashed together, one older student raised her glass and called, “Here’s to another wonderful year performing and to many more to come!”

“Hear, hear!” the group called back, raising their glasses in turn.

And with that the festivities kicked off! You chatted for a little while with your close friends before you found yourself watching on as George and Matt competed to see who could catch the most peanuts that were being thrown their way in their mouth. As you watched, Jasmine slid up beside you and asked with a bit of a slur to her voice, “Well isn’t your boy toy the life of the party?”

“That’s him,” you replied with a smile, yawning a bit afterward. It had been a very long day and it was already nearing midnight, but the fun at the pub seemed far from over and you didn’t want to be the first one to call it for the night. “Where’s Abbie?” you asked, trying to busy your mind.

“Believe it or not,” Jasmine said, leaning in close to your ear with a faux serious look on her face, “she’s actually been kissing up on that older boy Thomas all night!”

“You’re kidding!” you said, your eyes darting around the room, only to find the pair lost in each others’ lips over in a corner of the pub. You laughed quietly before saying, “It’s about time she let loose.”

“Right!!” she exclaimed before stepping, well more so stumbling, off of the tall stool and saying, “I’m going to get another! You need to let loose too girl! The semester is over, it's time to unwind! Get your honey to get you something fruity!”

“Did I hear something about getting something to drink?” came George’s voice as he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your cheek.

“If you don’t mind,” you told him as you closed your eyes for a moment and relaxed into his embrace. You stifled a yawn before lowering your voice and asking, “Do you happen to have any wideye potion on you? I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m exhausted but I don’t want to be the first to leave…”

George slipped a hand into the inside of his coat and looked before nodding, telling you, “It looks like I’ve got just enough to keep the two of us up long enough to stay for a while. What drink do you want to mix it with?”

“Pina colada please, I don’t particularly like wideye option, I’d rather not taste it,” you replied with a quiet laugh.

“You got it,” George told you before departing and ordering both of you drinks from the barkeep.

George returned with your drink in one hand and a shot of dark liquor in the other for himself. He handed you your drink in which you saw the blue potion swirled in, and told you with a chuckle, “The trick for taking these nasty potions is to get them down as fast as possible.”

“I think the flavour of rum and coconut may work out in my favor. This way then at least it’ll last longer,” you replied in a teasing tone before taking a few sips of the drink. Rather than the bitter taste of the potion, all you tasted was the coconut and pineapple flavour along with something a little sweeter that you attributed to the pub’s spin on the drink. “See, tastes great,” you said with a giggle before taking a few more long sips while giving George a wink.

A few minutes later while you were chatting with an older girl who majored in musical performance as well, you felt your heart rate begin to increase and felt like someone had turned on the heat in the pub. So to combat the heat, you began sipping more on the frozen drink you had in hand, taking it down nearly to its last dregs before you finished up your conversation with the girl. While the advice you had been given to further improve your performance had been solid, some of it had gone in one ear and out the other as you concentrated on cooling your body temperature.

When you were alone at the table again, George came up behind you and moved your hair out of the way before beginning to gently kiss your neck, asking, “Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?”

“M-maybe a few times,” you replied, letting out a breathy sigh as you relaxed into his arms. You laughed lightly before asking, “What’s gotten into you, love?”

“My bloody amazing fiancée wearing a dress that has been driving me crazy all night…” he whispered.

As he said this, he splayed his hands out over your barely covered thighs and began massaging them gently. The motion seemed to ease some of the heat in your body, but at that exact moment you could practically feel the transfer of heat from your body to right between your thighs. “F-feels good…” you mumbled as you tilted your head to allow George easier access to your neck as he began gently sucking love bites into the sensitive skin.

“Need to get you home,” George told you as he took a short break from his assault on your neck. “Need to have you,” he mumbled in your ear, sending a jolt of electricity directly to your core. As you shifted on the barstool in order to ease some of the tension between your thighs, your bottom brushed against George who seemed about as aroused as you were at the moment. At the brief contact, something almost like a growl rumbled out of George’s chest before he grunted out, “Don’t know if I can wait that long though, darling…”

“Then let’s go,” you replied, grabbing his hand as you jumped off the barstool, nearly toppling over in the process. George took the opportunity to grab your body and hold you close in order to hide his now painfully hard erection from the rest of your classmates as you called your goodbyes for the night.

You two couldn’t even get more than a few blocks closer to the Leaky Cauldron before George was slamming his lips onto yours, his hands exploring your body as he pulled you into a darkened alleyway. “I can’t wait,” George told you.

When he did, he pulled out his wand and began casting charms on the area, one you didn’t recognize with the incantation cave immicum and one that you remembered as the same one he cast on your door the night he revealed he was a wizard to you. The one that concealed sound within an area. “G-George, dear, what are you-?”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before you felt George lift one of your legs and hook it around him, his fingers sliding up your thigh and rubbing over your clothed and sensitive clit. When you relaxed at the touch and opened your legs the slightest bit more, George slid your knickers aside and pushed two fingers into your slick cunt, telling you, “I cast that charm because I know you can’t keep quiet when I have my way with you, darling. And right now,” he began moving his fingers at a rapid pace, “I plan on finishing you off in this alleyway.”

“Oh God, yes,” you whimpered, the leg holding you upright already starting to give way as the pleasure mounted and made your joints feel like jelly. The heat in your body seemed to continue to lower as he worked you up on his fingers, and without even consciously thinking about it, your hand snaked its way down to begin gently rubbing over the strained tent in George’s slacks. “These are in the way… I assume…mmm-! Privacy charm? N-No one can see us? Or hear us?” you asked, your sentences clipped as he continued to pump his fingers in and out, your orgasm building faster than you anticipated, likely due to the setting.

“Correct,” George grunted as he thrust his hips into your hand.

“Then I’m getting you off too, mister,” you told him as you managed to unbutton and unzip his trousers with one deft hand.

As you freed his length from its confines, George let out a satisfied sigh as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, muttering, “Bloody hell…” as you began to pump him in your hand after lubricating it with spit.

The feeling of pleasuring him along with the sounds of George’s quiet grunts and groans pushed you over the edge after a few more strokes of his fingers. The feeling of pleasure took over your whole body, every single nerve feeling as if it was on fire as your orgasm rocked you. Even though he had the charms cast over the area, George greedily captured the sounds you made with his own mouth, savouring the sweet noises as he continued pumping his fingers into your pulsing cunt, itching to make you have another. The whimpers that accompanied your overstimulation were what sent George over the edge, a louder than he intended moan leaving his mouth in response his unexpected release.

“That…was amazing…” George breathed, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you both caught your breath.

“Exhilarating,” you panted back, your chest still heaving as you lowered your leg from around his waist. “I think we should get going though before we get caught…”

“Right,” George said as he hiked his trousers up over his semi-hard member.

You proceeded to get ever closer to the Leaky Cauldron, but as you neared, you began to feel that same heat begin creeping into your body as your heart rate began to rise once more. As you passed through the pub and into the back area where you would traverse into Diagon Alley, you couldn’t help but glance down at George’s nearly fully erect member straining at his trousers, leaning up to kiss him deeply and grazing your fingers over him as you whispered, “George, I-I still need you… Bad. Your fingers weren’t enough… I feel this… heat inside. Won’t leave unless you’re touching me… Please…”

“We’re almost there,” George told you, his hands shaking as he tapped the correct bricks with his wand.

The short walk to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes felt like an eternity, but once you entered the shop and George confirmed that Fred was out for the night in Hogsmeade talking business with Bilton Blimes, you dropped down to your knees and began undoing his trousers once more. He stuttered out your name in shock at your bold actions. “We’re- we’re still-” George started to say as his breath began to come in sharp. “In the shop,” he finished, a sigh leaving his lips as you began teasing him with your tongue, the heat from his own body transferring to his stiff member.

“Can’t wait,” you told him, swallowing hard before taking him into your mouth.

George felt his whole body relax in response to your mouth around him but he couldn’t help but bring his hand to your hair, gently tugging as you worked him up again just right. The pulling of your hair elicited a moan from you that reverberated around George's cock, nearly causing his knees to give way. “So good…” he whispered, his chest heaving as he rapidly approached his second climax. “That pretty mouth… Know what you’re doing… Bloody hell…”

When you smirked around him in response and hollowed out your cheeks with a soft groan leaving your throat was exactly when George lost it. As he spilled into your mouth, a series of curse words left him that you had never heard him utter and they filled you with a sense of pride as you swallowed down everything he gave you before standing back up on unsteady legs. “You like that?” you asked teasingly as you pecked him on the lips.

“I did, but it’s your turn now,” he told you as he lifted you into his arms after redoing his trousers, carrying you up the staircase that would take you to the flat above. As he passed through the dining area, George felt that burning desire building again and he couldn’t take the heat any longer. Laying you down on the dining table was the only gentle part of the next few moments as George found himself accidentally ripping off your knickers in his haste to taste you.

Before you could even process what was happening, George’s mouth was on you, attacking your sensitive clit with his lips and tongue. “Ahh, shit!” you whimpered as your hands instinctively went to his hair, tugging gently to encourage his ministrations.

“Taste so good, darling,” George told you when he took a few moments’ break, plunging two fingers inside which went in without any resistance. “Come on, give me a second one…” George mumbled as he watched your jaw drop in response to the pleasurable feeling before returning to lapping at your throbbing clit, the pleasure insurmountable from both sensations.

“Oh my God, George! George!” you cried as you reached your high for the second time that night, your grip on his hair tightening as you fell apart. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you came and white filled your vision, causing you to clamp your eyes shut as you moaned and writhed under George's skilled mouth.

“That’s it, easy, easy,” he mumbled against you as he worked you down gently.

What he didn’t know was that the reverberations of his voice on your most sensitive area only fueled the fire raging inside of you and the heat from before returned with a vengeance. “George, I-I still…” you whispered, a pained groan leaving your throat as you sat up and clawed at your dress, desperate for some relief from the heat.

With the slightest bit of relief still flooding his mind, George took in your desperate state and began to question what had gotten into the both of you… You had never done anything of this nature in public before, not in the shop, let alone in a London alleyway! “One second…” George told you as he shed his coat from his body.

“But Georgie, I-” you replied as you began to unbutton his dress shirt. “I need you… I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but… Please…”

Right as you said this, George fished something out of a pocket in his coat and at the sight he sighed and closed his eyes, cursing quietly. “Darling, I’m so sorry, this is because of the effects of a new experimental potion… I-I thought I pulled out the correct one earlier, but…” he showed you the vial that had the colours blue and green swirling inside, rather than just the blue that was mixed into the drinks at the pub.

“W-what kind of potion?”

“It was a new love potion we started working on recently. The intended effects were affection, but… Maybe we were heavy handed with an ingredient and-”

“Affection turned to uncontrolled lust,” you finished, a quiet laugh leaving your lips as you looked down at your hands that had gotten to the last button of George’s shirt.

A soft smile made its way onto George’s lips that faltered as he told you, “We haven’t brewed an antidote yet…” His thoughts raced through what that could mean and he spoke aloud as he went through them. “Hands didn’t seem to work to stave off the potion’s effects and neither did our mouths… Well… It worked well enough for me because I have a clearer mind than I did before- Wait.”

“What?” you asked, unable to control yourself as you began kissing at George’s exposed skin.

“My mind became less clouded when I finished inside your body,” he glanced down at his trousers which were starting to become tented once again at your desperate touch and finished with, “but it’s starting to take effect again. And you… your body is still craving me.”

“Are you saying that means-?” you asked, your heart jolting at the implications of the statement. Even though your mind was clouded not only by the potion but the liquor coursing through your veins, you still understood what George was saying and it scared you. You two had never had unprotected sex before - you always bought condoms and kept a box in George’s room as well as yours. Even though he revealed that he was a wizard and knew potions and spells that could prevent pregnancy such as coutus interruptus, you were still cautious. You couldn’t have a baby now, not this early in your stage career.

George’s voice snapped you back into reality as he kissed your cheek, telling you between sloppy kisses, “Unprotected sex, yes.” He pulled away and placed his hands on both of your arms, squeezing gently as he said, “But if you’re not comfortable with that we can wait for the effects to wear off. I just don’t know how long that’ll take. And I don’t want to see you suffering like you are right now…” As he finished his statement, he brushed a piece of stray hair out of your face and felt the heat radiating from your body.

“Please,” you whispered as you relaxed into his touch.

“Are you sure?” George asked, tilting your chin up toward him as you opened your eyes to gaze into his soft and sincere ones.

“Do you have any of that morning after potion?”

“I can brew some when we’re finished. It doesn’t take long and it’ll work as long as you take it within two days,” he told you.

“Promise?” you asked tentatively as your hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.

“Well considering Angelina is at Hogwarts and not pregnant right now after the winter break she had with Fred, I think it’s safe to say it works,” he joked with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

“Okay…” you agreed with a nod as you leaned up to kiss him once more.

This time though George controlled the pace, guiding you the rest of the way out of your dress and slowing your desperate hands down as you helped him out of his clothes. “I’m gonna treat you right, don’t worry,” he told you as he kicked his trousers and underwear off and lifted you into his arms to take you to his room.

Once there, George got the two of you into bed and took a deep breath as he asked again, “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” you replied, your hips bucking up to meet him. You whimpered when you felt his bare member against your core, but desperation for his touch and his love outweighed the fear bubbling in the back of your mind.

And so George gently thrust into you, the velvet of his aching cock dragging against your walls causing the both of you to let out satisfied sighs as the heat in your bodies once again dissipated into your most sensitive areas. This time though, instead of wantonly trying to get one another off, it was a slow and passionate act of love and desire as George showed you how much he cared for you through his actions. This, combined with the oversensitivity of already having two orgasms brought you to the edge embarrassingly fast. “George, I-I’m close…” you whimpered as you grabbed at the sheets of the bed, wanting to hold on for longer.

“That’s fine, let go darling,” George told you, his voice low as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, picking up the pace after shifting his hips to try and hit that one spot inside of you that he knew drove you crazy.

The noise that ripped from your throat when he began hitting that spongy spot filled the room as you abruptly crashed into your third orgasm of the night. George pulled his head back to watch the pleasure contort your face and he smiled as he said, “That’s it, you feel so good… So bloody good…”

As the aftershocks began to run through you and your cunt continued to pulse around George, he felt his orgasm quickly approaching as his pleasure once again neared its peak. “I-I’m gonna-” he grunted as his hips began to stutter into you. Still oversensitive and aching, you moaned George’s name like a prayer before he crashed his lips onto yours, but not before telling you, “I love you, so, so much…”

“I love you too,” you whispered into his lips. In response to the whispered words, George felt a wave of pleasure wash over him as he began to paint your walls with his release, continuing to thrust into you as he worked through his orgasm.

Within seconds, you felt the heat and desperation leave your body as you relaxed into the bed. As George pulled out and laid beside you, you rested your head on his chest as you both tried to calm your breathing. You lifted one leg to rest on George’s bare thigh and cringed as you felt his release leaking out of your soaked centre. “Do you feel better?” George asked softly as he caressed your hair, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Much,” you replied, your eyes closing as you relaxed further into his embrace.

“Here, let me…” he said as he sat up slightly, grabbing his wand off of the bedside table and waving it, summoning a clean washcloth from the nearby bathroom. “Auguamenti,” he mumbled, causing water to wet the rag before he cast another spell that warmed it up. Remaining as gentle as he was during sex, George took the rag and began cleaning you up from the mess he made. “Just relax,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your temple as you cringed at the initial touch, utterly sore from the assault of pleasure you had experienced that night.

Once you were cleaned up and George summoned a couple of cups to hydrate the both of you, he took a sip of the cool water before mumbling, “I’m sorry I messed up with the potion…”

“Hey, don’t apologise, it was an honest mistake,” you told him. A smirk graced your features as you told him, “I mean it resulted in some great sex…”

George chuckled as he pulled you close once more, saying, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s a potion we’re going to be selling any time soon…”

“Maybe keep the recipe though, just in case,” you told him with a wink and giggle that for once left him speechless.

a/n: i'm not even sorry, this was fun to write lmao!

ps: i wanted to poke fun at the scientific word for the pullout method being "coitus interruptus" so i made it into a spell rather than using the classic fetus deletus

we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming in the next installment which is super angsty so you'll want to hold on for the rollercoaster of emotions coming up in the next few chapters...

as always, likes and comments are appreciated! xo, brooke <3

taglist: @reidmarieprentiss @superduckmilkshake (one has been taken off of the taglist due to not having any age indicators in the profile)

dividers by @firefly-graphics as always!

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley smut #george weasley romance #george weasley fluff #harry potter fanfiction

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raindailies · 1 year ago

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the chase is over. ᝰ.ᐟ

HACKER!SHU YAMINO x CRIMINAL!READER ──★ ˙ ̟ !!

INFO: you've been playing a game of chase with an infamous hacker who goes by Shu. He's finally caught up to you, after years. What will you do?

WARNINGS: major character death, angst no comfort, descriptions of blood, suicide ; no use of y/n

A/N: i wrote this at 12 am on a school night with a french test tomorrow so this is probably rlly shit spare me

English isn't my first language - so excuse any grammatical mistakes and bare with me here (╥_╥)

words:

𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 ✦ !

Who would've thought things would end like this?

Roughly 3 years ago, while simply robbing a small shop just down the road, you met face to face with an infamous hacker. You managed to slip out of his grasp then, but he had made it his mission to catch you with all his might - though you were a difficult one to deal with. You always ran away somehow, and it was like a never ending cycle.

Or so you thought.

He'd come close to catching you, and you'd slip away right as he's about to get you. You'd come close to finding out where he lives and boom it's actually a random garage. It was like a cat and mouse game. Over. And over. And over again.

A never-ending game.

Until it ended.

There you two were face to face with the man that has been hunting you for 3 consecutive years. You both standing on a rooftop, you stand near the edge of the rooftop, while he stands firmly in the middle. You have nowhere else to go. He finally caught you. He should feel proud, and satisfied, right? That's what he thought too.

"Looks like I lost" you smile, turning back to him.

"..don't say that." Shu mumbles, as his purple eyes interlocked with yours.

you smile.

he frowns.

"When are they arriving? The police, I mean." you chuckle bitterly, facing the man that you've been dreading to kill, but now that he's in front of you, you feel something else entirely.

Shu frowns, silent.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you didn't call the police, you must have." You knew he did.

"..are you really okay with this?" he mumble.

"No, not really. I wish our game went on for longer." You smile, dryly. "I had fun you know? Despite everything, the game was the highlight of my days"

"..it was mine too" he admits, his head low.

"you know, I never saw you close up" You turn to look at him, closely. His eyes reflected the midnight blue skies behind you. His purple eyes stare back at you, and the wind is softly blowing his hair around. He was charming, quite more than you had remembered.

"you're pretty." You breathe out, as you observe his flushed face.

"I- what. Uh.. you're. You're pretty too.." He finally mutters, his voice shaking as he avoids your piercing gaze. It wasn't a lie, no, in fact, he thought you were drop-dead gorgeous when he first saw you years ago. Ever more gorgeous now, his gaze is fixated on your figure.

"I take it you're not very happy. Why is that? Aren't you happy to finally be catching me after all that time? I must've been a pain in your ass, I apologize." You softly chuckle, though tears were threatening to spill at that point.

"..no. No not really. I- Thank you. Thank you for just..being you. It was really fun." He sighs as he comes to the realization of his own feelings. He thought it was just the adrenaline during those chases, but it was butterflies.

"whoop, there they come." You laugh, your eyes peering down at the police cars and sirens heading your way.

"I'm sorry." To your surprise, you look back, to see Shu with tears running down his eyes.

"Wh- no don't be sorry! I knew this day would come anyway." You quickly waved his tears off.

"I've grown to really like you over all that time Shu." You spoke again, this time, approaching him softly. As you stood near him, your hand brought his face to look at you in the eye, but tears were blinding his sight.

You sigh, using your thumb to wipe away some of his tears. "I'm sorry for everything I've done, maybe in another universe, we could've been friends, or more." you smile softly at him as his eyes widen in the realization of your next actions.

You quickly pulled him in for a hug, tightly, as Shu very quickly returned the favor. He hugs you back while sobbing on your shoulder, his weight falls on you.

"I'm so sorry." He mumbles through his tears.

"Don't be. I'm just glad we got to meet each other" You laugh softly, as the police come closer with each passing second. "In another universe, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good good, I'm sorry for this." You spoke lightly, softly tearing yourself away from the hug as the noises from the sirens and police yelling got louder by the minute. Shu's eyes widen in shock as he realizes your intentions now.

"no wait-!" He calls out to you, his legs just had to be so numb that he couldn't move. His breathing got rapidly faster as he saw you going closer and closer to the edge of the building.

one step.

another.

"thank you for being with me Shu! Our time together was short but the best I could ever ask for." You exclaim from the edge of the building.

Shu's ears were ringing, and everything in his body urged him to run at you.

"I love you." Your last words were uttered, and you finally let your body fall back.

in another universe, we'd be inseparable. But not this one.

❝𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.❞

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #shu x reader #shu yamino #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu #shu yamino x reader

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arminaa8 · 29 days ago

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Last line tag game

Tagged by the fab @wolfpants! Post the last line(s) you wrote in a fic (I went with a WIP because I don't know the rules for this whoops). This one's super short:

It’s midnight, it’s eight PM, it’s near dawn; again and again Draco comes back for more. He tries not to, really.

Tagging @mallstars @dodgerkedavra @starquestingfordrarry @its-the-allure @letteredlettered @lqtraintracks and anyone else who's down to share!

#last line tag game #tag game

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danisbrainrot · 10 months ago

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yellowjackets as taylor swift albums (I'm bored). this became deeper than I meant for it to go OMG. whoops, anyways, enjoy:

1. tai: reputation. oh my god this girl is soooo in love with van, and at the end of the day, that's what reputation is. a love album. yeah it's got a little revenge in it, but overall, it's about being in love with someone who was there for you at your most vulnerable. and who's always been there for tai, adult AND teen timeline? VAN!

2. van: 1989! it's nostalgic, fun, iconic but still has the emotional rawness that flows throughout all of taylor's albums. everyone thinks 1989 is just heaps of fun, but it has this emotional intensity to it that once you look closer to it, you realise how much of a masterpiece it is. also, it just gives me van vibes tbh.

3. jackie: lover. she's so insecure about being in a relationship with who she thinks is the love of her life (shauna) in case she fucks it up (spoiler alert, she does). taylor also wrote this album as a last hurrah, to prove she had more stories to tell, and I think that ties in nicely to jackie's character. her insecurity forces her to try and prove herself to shauna, and show her best friend how much she loves her.

4. shauna: she's a red girlie. taylor's most emotionally raw album (besides ttpd) and she just gives the vibes. this is taylor's first heartbreak album (like how jackie's death was shauna's first heartbreak), and it's so intense that it takes a few listens to understand, but once you do, you realise it's an album about a girl with big heart learning how to recover from the devastation of losing someone she loves deeply.

5. lottie: folklore!! I love my little baby. this album was written in isolation, and you can definitely hear it in some of taylor's lyrics, and I just feel like that's lottie's character. the isolated girl who's held up to a higher standard than everyone else.

6. nat: ttpd. okay, i was tossing up between giving this to nat or travis, but then I remembered the adult timeline and went with nat. when I first heard this album, it reminded me of her purposeless speech. it's also an album where taylor was going through a manic phase, and if that isn't nat, I don't know what is. she's just lost the love of her life, and then she's kidnapped by lottie's cult and promised so many wonderful things, that she believes it—only for it to end in tragedy.

7. misty: she gives off such speak now vibes. she has so much she wants to prove, and she's reeling from being in love with a man much older than her.

8. travis: evermore. he's such a tragic little guy, that the album suits him. I really just think of happiness, marjorie and right where you left me because he's stuck in the past. he literally kills himself (accidentally I know, I know) because he's so trapped in the wilderness despite being free from it. this album has always given me: depressed sad, compared to its sister albume: folklore, which gives me angry sad. and while he's definitely more angry then lottie, he's got this deep sadness in him that echoes evermore.

9. mari: midnights. okay I don't know how to explain it better than this is how I interpret mari. she's the first to throw herself into believing lottie because she's scared and when I think of midnights, I think of how scared taylor was at losing her relationship and joe that she ignores her feelings. and mari ignores her feelings because if she really thinks about it, I don't think she'd be able to handle herself, i.e. being trapped in the woods, eating jackie.

10. javi: taylor swift (debut). just the innocence and naïvety of the album. it's her first album, she wrote and released at 15/16 so there's a lot of childish beliefs and hopes, which I think javi has—but there's still an underlying feeling of heartbreak. he tries to be a kid, but is still traumatised.

11. laura lee: fearless!! this is purely based on the album title. I mean, learning to fly a plane just to save her friends? this album is probably my least favourite, so you're not going to get a lot of analysis, but the few times I've listened to it, I understand it's about having faith things will work out (this might be wrong, but that's what I'm choosing to believe about it). and her faith makes her believe she can do anything, including save her friends. omg I love her so much <333

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wispyatomica · 1 month ago

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New Year's Kiss, My New Favorite Flavor

As promised, here is the very raunchy post New Year's Kiss fic I wrote for Kalina and Amir. 👀 It is ahem...very much a smutty fic.

There is a song that Kalina sings to herself in the fic, and I did provide a link to the song on Youtube for anyone who might be curious.

Amir’s fingers were moving at lightning speeds across the keyboard to his personal Pom-2 PC. Small beads of sweat pooled at his brow, Sol why are you so nervous Amir? You’ve been dating for a few months now. He thought to himself, re-reading over the message he had composed. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the side of the desk, nodding his head. “Yep, that will do. Operation Kiss is officially a go.” His index finger pressed on the send button, and watched as the message displayed “SENT to Kalina.”

This is a top secret briefing from beckett central command.

Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to rendezvous with agent amir at 00.00 PRECISELY.

at which point, you MUST complete OPERATION KI55 if you ish to SAVE CIVILIZATION AS WE KNOW IT...

or not, y'know that's cool too.

Kalina was in the backroom turned living quarters of the Höllvania mall, working on tinkering with her sybaris prime. Her favorite rifle was well overdue for some cleaning and maintenance, and since she had spent the better part of the day helping clear out Scaldra, the weapon definitely needed it. Playing in the background ambience was Party of Your Lifetime by On-Lyne. She had to admit it, the band was rather addictive to listen to, Aoi was right in that regard. Her hands were idly cleaning the rifle’s barrel, gently humming along to the beat of the song when she heard the familiar notification from her Pom-2 PC. She raised a brow, setting the rifle down and heading over to the computer.

When she opened the inbox message on KIM, she audibly chuckled and raised a hand to her chin. “Amir, you're such a dork.” She mused to herself, her fingers swiftly moving to type a response.

This is agent Kalina. I accept this mission and everything that may come as a result of this mission. Rendezvous here in my loft.

It hadn’t been more than a second that the response ping came from his Pom-2, and Amir was already on the screen looking at the response. He felt his heart flutter in his chest as he pumped his fist toward his chest. “SHE SAID YES!” He exclaimed with excitement, practically bouncing in place as a few sparks of electricity came out of his fingertips and discharged around him. The resulting hissing sound came from a small singe mark being permanently placed on the side of his personal Caliber Chicks 2 arcade game. “...Whoops.”

A few moments passed after sending the response, she got a thumbs up emote from Amir in response to her. She chuckled, curious why Amir chose specifically 00:00 hours. She looked at the date on the Pom-2, “Oh…” she audibly said to herself, realizing that it was December 31st, and Amir wanted to meet at exactly midnight. She felt her cheeks flush red, bringing her hands up and gently rubbing them. A New Year's kiss; she had never even heard of the concept before coming to 1999, but she felt like this might be a very special one. She had shared kisses with Amir before, mostly just a soft peck on the cheek here and there, and her cheeks flustered more as she thought about the possibilities of what might happen at the stroke of midnight.

The hours passed as the eve of December 31st approached. Kalina had taken the time to make sure that she was better “put together” for their rendezvous that night. Her hair was freshly washed, her messy bangs covering her forehead, but not hiding the illuminated light of her cognitive relay. The messy layers of her wine colored hair strewn about giving her a “freshly woken” aesthetic. She fluffed her hair in her hands, leaning idly against the railing of her loft in the backroom. She wore her ripped Entrati eye mesh shirt, her black ripped jeans, and of course the draping long jacket. Kali moved her hands from her hair to her refined noctrul crystal necklace, one she had worn since finding it on the Orb Vallis. She carefully traced the imperfections in the crystal, melancholy thoughts invading her mind.

Kali began humming a soft tune that comforted her from when she was young. It was a song that her mother sang to her, before the Zariman accident.

Amir had practically sped to the entrance of the backroom, skidding to a halt at the barrier of the door. “It’s go time baby.” When he crossed the door’s threshold, he had a much more normal pace. His attention caught by a faint sound of her humming from the loft. He quieted his steps as much as he could, trying not to interrupt her until he heard her sing. The anxious beating of his heart in his chest slowly being drowned out by her undeniably near angelic voice.

Jordh bidhak vardhæ ek er

Austir ok ek er sanindi

Ek er fridhr ok ek er sjaulfraudhr

Sun ar tirs or reid ar reid ar birk

Or tir ar non

Ar tir or birk ar reid ar reid

Or tir ar sun

Amir had made his way into the backroom in near silence for once, absolutely mystified by the way she sang. He walked up to the gold and red modesty screen she had placed in front of her bed and gently leaned on it as he found his gaze fixated on her. She looked like a dream, the faint light of the loft illuminating her ivory skin and deep red hair. He sighed with admiration, letting her continue to sing.

Jordh bidhak vardhæ ek er

Austir ok ek er sanindi

Ek er fridhr ok ek er sjaulfraudhr

Sun ar tirs or reid ar reid ar birk

Or tir ar non

Ar tir or birk ar reid ar reid

Or tir ar sun

Kalina began to hum the melody again, letting the noctrul crystal fall from her hands and back against her chest. She lifted her head to check the time on the clock she had been given by Aoi and was instead met with Amir’s absolutely entranced face. She brought her hands to her cheeks in embarrassment, her skin flushing red. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know that my void kitten has the voice of an angel.” Amir responded quickly, moving away from the screen he was resting on and approaching her as she continued to try and hide her face from him.

“I am sorry you had to hear that,” She began to apologize, but Amir swiftly interrupted her by pulling her hands down from her cheeks.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for babycakes.” Kali gently gripped onto his fingers, it had been one of the first times since the Zariman incident she had received a compliment on her singing. She smiled softly at Amir, who returned the same gesture before moving to lean against the railing of the loft, resting his arms comfortably for a few moments.

She matched his energy, resting her hands on the railing and looking down at the foundry below, her sybaris rifle still half unassembled on the desk. Oh shit, I forgot to put it back together. She thought for a moment, before another sound caught her attention. It was that of Amir’s metallic fingers tapping themselves incessantly on his elbow. She glanced over to the speedster, who was almost ironically avoiding eye contact with her now. Why is he suddenly- Her thoughts were interrupted when Amir gazed over at her with a sheepish smile. She found herself lost in his eyes for a few moments, the soft white glow of his eyes illuminated under his orange tinted glasses. She offered him a reassuring smile in return, and he averted his gaze for a few moments.

COME ON AMIR. This was your idea. C’mon! Shake it off, its almost midnight. You PRACTICED for this. C’mon Amir.

Amir sighed briefly, “Fuck it” he spoke quickly to himself, moving to face Kalina who matched the motion as well. He lifted his hands from the railing, using one of them to dramatically grasp at the glasses he always wore. He practically ripped them away from his face, the drama continuing as he tossed the glasses over the edge of the loft.

Kali was slightly taken aback by the motion, laughing loudly though as she heard her kavat shriek in surprise at the sudden item being thrown across the backroom. She turned to face Amir as he rushed forward to her, bringing both of her hands into his. His gaze softened, and he brought her hands up delicately to his mouth and laid a tender kiss along her knuckles. The intimate motion caused Kali’s cheeks to flush redder, as a tender smile crossed her lips, leaning her head to the side before Amir raised his head again.

Almost effortlessly, he took one of her hands in the air, guiding her into a spinning motion, keeping their fingers effortlessly interlaced. Kali giggled as she was spun around by him a few times before he leaned her back, catching her body’s weight in his arms as he dipped her down towards the ground. The smile on Kali’s face grew larger, gazing into his eyes lovingly.

Amir on the other hand, while calm and collected externally, was internally guiding himself through the steps he had prepared for this moment. He wanted this New Year’s to be one to remember, one for both him and Kalina.

Alright, you DIDN’T drop her, now to seal the deal.

He curled his lips into a smile, matching her loving gaze before he began to lean forward in his dip, closing his eyes and bringing his lips to hers.

3…2…1….

The sound of new years celebrations in the streets of Höllvania were drowned out by both of them as their lips connected in a sensual kiss. Their lips danced together for several seconds, Amir teasingly sliding his tongue into the corner of her mouth, and gently biting against her lip. Kali gently hummed against him, letting her tongue invade his mouth for a few moments before Amir brought her back up and no longer leaned over. He opened his eyes to see Kali was near speechless at the entirety of their passionate new years kiss.

“You practiced that ahead of time didn’t you?”

“OH YEAH. I practiced the dance loop for days to make sure I wouldn’t drop you by accident.” Amir laughed, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade than normal as Kali placed her hands on the sides of his arms. She gently gripped at his armor plating, “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Amir Beckett.”

“Heh, ah…” He laughed for another moment, “I just wanted tonight to be perfect for us, y’know?” He paused, leaning his body forward and against hers, his hands found their place at the nook of her hips. “This year, I discovered a new favorite flavor.”

“Yeah?” Kali questioned softly, her cheeks flushing red again as Amir’s lips were less than a few millimeters away from hers.

“Yeah, New year's kiss. You’re my new favorite flavor.”

Kali blinked her eyes a few moments quickly, before Amir closed the gap between the two of them once more, their lips connecting in a delicate dance as his hands found place against her hips and gently pulled her closer to his body.

She matched the motion, her hands wrapping around his torso and gripping onto his back, gently huffing a breath through their passionate kiss. The heat of that breath caused Amir’s hands to grip into her hips, lifting her from the ground with surprising ease. She was reacting just the way that he wanted her to react, and God it was heaven to him. Kali wrapped her legs around his waist as he effortlessly carried her from the balcony into the loft, leaning forward and pushing her body into the covers of her bed. His hands found a new place beside her head, his torso pressing against her body as their lips and tongues continued to explore each other.

Kali huffed softly at the motion of being abruptly placed against her bed, but she made no effort to stop what was happening. She brought her hands up his torso as he leaned into her, dragging her hands up his shoulders until she was gripping against the exposed technocyte flesh of his neck. She broke free from the kiss, giving themselves a second to breathe, but Amir’s lips wandered to her neck where he began to suckle against her soft ivory skin. Kali began to gently moan at the sensation against her neck, her hands moving to grip against his waist and pull her closer against him. He surrendered to that, one of his hands moving to grip onto the fabric of her shirt and gently tug at the shoulders, exposing her shoulder.

“Ahh,” Kalina moaned, spreading her legs so that Amir’s body was grinding against her, the hard metal of his codpiece causing a slightly uncomfortable sensation. “W-wait,” She managed to squeak out between soft moans as Amir lifted his head from her neck. “Do I need to stop? Did I go too far? OhshitIamsosor-.” He mused, his breath ragged from only breathing in through his nose for a second, but he was swiftly interrupted by Kali placing another sensual kiss against his lips.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” Kali spoke out between breaths, her gaze fixated on the slight white glow of his eyes. “Don’t you think we should be a bit more comfortable?” She tugged at a few of the straps holding his gear on, and Amir almost cackled.

“Oh ho ho, now you’re talkin’ my speed.” Amir smirked, stepping off of Kali and letting her sit up right on the bed. He gripped at the shoulders of her jacket, letting her arms move as the jacket was almost ripped from her shoulders and haphazardly tossed behind him. His hands eagerly moved to her mesh shirt, pulling up at the fabric as he placed his lips against hers once more. She moaned against his lips, her hands helping him to lift her shirt up. Their lips separated for a few moments as the shirt was lifted from her body and tossed to the side, exposing her soft black bra and ivory skin to him. Her shoulder bore a soft rose tattoo, his eyes tracing every curve of her body until it locked onto a specific tattoo on her torso. The dark lines of a console controller covered up a large scar against the right side of her stomach. Kali swore that she could see the sparkle in his eyes get brighter.

“Oh god, as if you couldn’t get any hotter.” Amir said almost mindlessly, “And then you’ve got THIS on your hip!?” His hands traced the lining of the tattoo, and a soft laugh came from Kali’s chest. “You may or may not have been the inspiration for it.”

Amir sighed deeply, “God I love you.” He leaned himself forward again, his cool metal fingers finding place against the bare skin of her hips and gripping into the flesh as their lips connected again. Kali wiggled against his grip for a few moments, her hands moving to the straps against his chest and tugging at them. He groaned against her lips, parting them for a few moments to move his hands down towards the buckles that adhered them to his codpiece. His metal fingers quickly undid them, rolling either of his shoulders, letting the armored collar on his neck fall to the floor. The sound of the straps hitting the floor, followed by the loud THUD of the Hex Comm made him change expressions if only for a brief moment.

God I hope that thing didn’t turn on.

Kali huffed softly as he tossed the belts to the side, her hands finding place against the second set that was wrapped lower around his torso. She fiddled with the strap buckles as Amir raised his hands to his head, removing the headset that sat on his head and leaning over to set it on the bedside table. The weight of the straps against his lower back clicked off, and the bags of assorted supplies, tech, and his precious handheld console fell to the floor.

“Hey hey, easy on the merchandise babycakes.” He teased, stepping away from her momentarily to pick up both of the straps and set them aside so he didn’t accidentally step on it. Kali chuckled in response to his tease, her cheeks flushed red. Though she took advantage of him stepping back to begin to slip out of her ripped jeans, slowly pulling the fabric down and raising her knees up as she did so, making it easier for her to slide them off her legs.

Amir had in that time moved to grab onto the last set of buckles attached to his codpiece. He clicked the buckles, the partial armored coattail of his protoframe began to sag down. He gripped onto the armored fabric, tossing it to the side. The metal codpiece made a loud clunking sound as it hit the ground. Amir grimaced slightly at the sound, before his eyes met Kali’s once more. While it was partially obscured by some technocyte tissue, she could indeed see there was a bulge.

He licked his lips for a moment, his eyes indulging in her near nude body for a few moments. Her eyes doing the same, glancing over his body from shoulders to legs.

“Like what ya see sweetheart?” He teased, striking a pose with his arms crossed on his chest in front of her.

Kali couldn’t help but laugh at his display, “Oh, yeah I do.”

Amir laughed, bringing his hands to unzip the gloves that covered his forearms. This was probably the one thing he despised about his current state, there was just too much he had to wear in order to conceal the technocyte parts of his body. Although, the company that is currently here didn’t seem to have any objections based on her near drooling facade.

“Y’know normally I’d think this is a mood killer, but” He paused, giving her a teasing wink. “Looks like you’re enjoyin’ the show.” Kali felt the heat in her cheeks rise at that statement.

Once his gloves were removed, he leaned over to remove the wraps covering his shins. With the wraps removed, he was then able to undo the buckles that secured the armor plating on his knees. These were probably the most uncomfortable part of his armored attire. When they fell to the floor with a soft thud, there was an obvious reason for why they were the more clunky part of his armor. His knees were covered in technocyte strains, almost electrical in their pattern. His armored partial warframe and technocyte skin balled up into a small point, almost like a horn.

“Op, wait, hold on. One more thing.” He blurted out, holding out a finger as he leaned over to undo the buckles on his shoes and kick them to the side. A soft chuckle left his partner’s chest as she pulled her legs up onto the bed in a criss cross position.

Kalina’s eyes wandered his body, there was no denying his Warframe nature, yet there was an absolute beauty to it in some way. She laughed out as Amir continued to strike hero poses she had seen on some of the game cabinets in the arcade. “Get over here you nerd.”

“Oh,” He smirked and raised a hand to his chin, “My favorite word. Bark bark” He closed the short distance between them fast, as Kali raised her hands to his forearms. She stroked the technocyte tissue along his forearm, enamored by the pattern. “Hey that tickles!” He began to giggle a little bit, the sensation of her fingers tracing that specific portion almost tingling like electricity. He brought his hands back up to her face, placing them on her cheeks and pulling her face towards his to kiss her again.

She eagerly returned the kiss, her legs separating back to either side of his hips as he closed the distance between their bodies once more. His hands move from tenderly caressing her face, to slowly moving the straps of her bra down her shoulders. Quickly he moved behind her back, unclipping the strap of her bra and letting the piece of fabric fall down loosely. Damn he’s fast.

Their lips still locked in a tender dance together as Amir brought his hands back to the front of her body, pressing against the nape of her clavicle and pushing her body back down against the bed. Hot breaths escaped their mouths as they broke for air; gotta breathe in order to keep this going. Kali shivered slightly as Amir’s lips moved back to the sensitive spot he had already left on her lips, both of his hands moving to grab onto her breasts and massage them, gently pulling at her nipple. “Ahhh…Amir.” She moaned softly, her head leaning to the opposite side of Amir and opening her neck up more, her hands moving to grip into his lower back and pull him closer to her body.

God her voice was like a drug to him. He parted his lips from her neck with a wet smack.

“Hold on babe, let me just..” He paused for a moment, leaning back and gripping onto the underside of her thighs, ushering her body more center onto the bed. Once she had scooted more onto the bed he climbed on top of her, one of his metal fingers moving to that tattoo on her hip and idly tickling at the controller buttons. “Beep-beep, boop-boop-do. Gonna play you later.” He teased, causing Kali to break out into a near hysteric laughter.

“Oh Sol, Amir you’re such a fucking dork.”

“Oh yeah, I am. But I’m YOUR dork.”

“Damn right you are.” Kali retorted quickly, leaning up and pulling his face back to hers, their lips colliding again for another sensual kiss as his hand began to wander her body. His cold metal fingers danced on her hip bones, slowly pulling at the fabric of her underwear. She shuddered under his body at that touch. He shifted his body to one side, supporting himself on his elbow as the other free hand continued exploring, slipping past the fabric and gliding down to her nether regions.

His eyes shot open for a second, he paused their make out. Holy shit she was already so wet. Okay play it cool, play it cool. He pep talked himself, the second Kali had opened her eyes to try to understand why he was stopping in that moment, he separated their lips and moved to that already bruised spot on her neck. He suckled at the tender skin for another moment, his cool fingers slowly teasing her folds.

Kali couldn’t help but let out a moan, her body wiggling slightly at his touch. The second she felt his finger begin to slide past her entrance, she was suddenly met with him biting onto her neck and gently gripping into her skin. Her entire body lifted up, their torsos connecting and grinding against each other. She groaned out in pleasure, “Oh god Amir…”

Amir grinned against the skin of her neck, lifting his head upwards as his fingers slowly pumped in and out of her. Finding that sweet spot and making her damn near squirm underneath him, he chuckled. “Gonna get that high score one way or another sweetheart,” he teased, bringing his head back to her face and connecting their lips as she shuddered an exhale.

Kali moaned against his lips, unable to control the pleasure that she felt building in her core. How in Sol’s name was this absolute nerd of a man, this fucking smooth. She thought to herself, her hands gripping into his lower back and pulling him closer to her body.

He responded to the motion, bringing his hips almost pressed against hers and removed his fingers from her velvet folds. He leaned away from her for a second, parting their lips once more and leaving Kali huffing, almost whining when he pulled away from her, sitting more up on his knees. “Ahh..”

“Don’t worry kitten, we’re nowhere near done.” Amir grinned, both of his hands moving to pull the underwear from her hips and guide them down her legs. She complimented the motion by raising her legs up and making it easier and quicker for him to remove the small piece of fabric. It was then that he shifted himself on top of her once more, his knees placed between her legs. Kali leaned up slightly on her elbows, her love drunk eyes flickering pleadingly to him as his hands moved to his waist.

His hands were almost too fast to catch the motion, but she knew that he had pulled at some of the partial metal armor, revealing his dick. Her eyes glanced downward, focusing on it for a few moments. Surprisingly, it looked to be somewhat untouched by the technocyte, but she could see some of that familiar patterning near the base, and some vein-like streaks trailing up the shaft.

Amir huffed and began to lean forward over her, his eyes pleading and looking into hers, still love drunk. “With your permission, mon cheri.” He whispered, and Kali nodded her head in response. “Pl-please…I need you Amir.” Her voice was faltering, and he grinned in response. He shifted himself on top of her again, her legs spreading out against the bed to make room for his body.

She felt him line the tip at her entrance, and she shuddered at the sensation. Her body shook with anticipation, and with a firm groan of pleasure Amir slid himself into her folds. She could feel him stretching and filling her inch by torturously good inch. His breath became ragged, his whole body shuddering and his head dropping to be inches away from her face. Both of their hot breaths and moans coaxed each other as he began to slowly pump in and out.

“Oh, FUCK. Ah…” Kali’s voice almost shuddering as Amir responded to her please with a chuckle, “Sol this feels so fuckin’ good.” He huffed, his head leaning down and connecting their lips again in a sloppy kiss as the motion of his hips began to pick up the pace. Their tongues danced against each other, as he shifted one of his hands to grab onto hers, raising it above her head and causing her to stretch out some.

Kali almost forcefully pulled herself away from his lips at this motion, a sharp and high pitched “Oh!” leaving her lips as the new stretch made him push further into her. Her body shook underneath his, her legs wrapping around his to keep him close as he continued to pick up the pace. “Oh yeah!” Amir exclaimed through haughty breaths, his fingers interlocking with hers and continuing to pin her underneath him. His speed increased, her body shaking under his as sparks of electricity began to crackle off the metal adornments on his arms.

“Ahn! Shit!” Kali exclaimed, she could feel a knot forming in her core, “Ff-Ahhh, Amirrrr.” She whined, her hands reaching up and gripping onto his shoulders and digging into his armored skin. He hissed slightly at it, but that did not stop his pace at all, if anything it made his movement even sloppier. “Oh, keep it comin’ babe~.” He paused, his breath betraying him by groaning in sheer pleasure.

Kali groaned, so love-drunk at that moment that she didn’t particularly care how loud she was being. The knot continued to pool in her stomach, her toes beginning to curl as Amir’s pace became sloppy and less rhythmic. “Ffff- Ah!~ I’m…” She barely choked out, before her entire body shook under his as her orgasm overcame her senses. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her fingers and toes all curling in tightly. She arched her back off the bed, their torsos grinding against each other as Amir groaned. “Oh fuck that feels so GOOD.”

He connected their lips again, almost fighting to kiss her through her climax. She shuddered under his body as a few sparks of electricity kissed at her fingers, the sensation only providing further pleasure to her. He growled through their sloppy kiss, tongues exploring each other as the growl turned into moans of pleasure. He released the grip he had on her one hand, leaning upwards and gripping onto the plump flesh of her hips. He thrusted into her one final time, his tip hitting against her cervix, causing another throb of pain and pleasure for Kali.

She brought one of her hands up to brush the hair away from her forehead, now drenched in sweat as he damn near howled when his orgasm came. He firmly kept his hips into her, the warmth of his fluids filling her belly. Sparks of white lightning erupted from his shoulder blades, scattering around the room and discharging everywhere as he held himself in place. His racing heartbeat pulsing in his ears as he felt the final waves overcome him.

He opened his eyes, looking down to see Kali panting in exhaustion, and also her hair lightly standing on edge from the static charge. She laughed, moving her hand to play with the charged hair for a few moments, as Amir slowly pulled himself out of her and cozied up to her side.

“Did…did I get the high score?” He asked through shaky breaths, lightly chuckling at the end.

“Aha, y-yeah…Yeah you did.” Kali responded breathily, leaning her head over to face him. Her eyes staring deeply into his with that stupidly love drunk expression on her face. Amir snorted as he buried his head into her neck, leaving tender kisses against the untouched side of her neck. Kali began giggling as he tickled her neck with little kisses.

“PHEW.” He exclaimed suddenly, sitting upright slightly and leaning his head into his hands and staring into her with the same love-drunk expression. “Well that burned a few calories.” Kali snorted in response, turning on her side to face him before their lips connected for another delicate kiss.

Their tongues danced for a few more moments, his free hand finding place against her hip and sliding back to her plump cheek, gripping onto it and growling through the kiss. Kali pulled herself back from him, a questionable smirk covering her face.

“So…Round two?"

#warframe #warframe spoilers #warframe 1999 #amir beckett #Drifter/Amir

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karkkidoeswriting · 4 months ago

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Off-brand NaNo Update #1

Obviously I'm not using the official nano org website or anything anymore after hearing about all the shitty things, but I've never really done it properly anyway so it doesn't really change the way I do it. I learned yesterday about TrackBear from my friend. It's very cool, you can similarly track your progress as in the nano org website, but it's even better (you can track for example time instead of words!). So I made my own extremely low stakes nano goal, writing every week 7 hours during November, so 30 hours in total. I'll be tracking my words too, but I'm not putting goals for that.

I'm working on Bear Castle Cycle (I changed the working title again from Bear Castle Cronicles). I'm on my millionth rewrite of the first draft. I again made some major changes to the story (before starting this draft last year). The story has four distinct storylines that intersect very little, and I'm currently writing Valeri's storyline and I'll also start with Faerathos', since I recently re-outlined it. I still need to re-outline Fiolev's and Cassia's storylines. If I end up doing that in this month, I'll count the time spent on the outlining on my goal.

I already started after the midnight, by writing whooping 35 mins, during which I wrote 221 words for the prologue. I had mostly rewritten the prologue before, but I skipped the last scene since at the time there were still things I hadn't figured out about it. I'm now almost done with the prologue.

Words written: 221

Current word count: 14 399

Time written: 35 min

#nano #nano update #writeblr #writing #bcc

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accidentalspaceexplorer · 9 months ago

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April Monthly Recap

(So it turns out I wrote this and completely forgot to post it...whoops!) April was pretty successful - I read a lot of books I enjoyed, and I completed my calling in the Magical Readathon. My favorites this month were all sequels, in either the Kushiel's Dart universe or in the Toby Daye universe. (My month was 63% sequels!) My least favorite was Air Awakens, which I DNF'd pretty early on.

A Morbid Taste for Bones by Ellis Peters: 4.75/5

Emergent Properties by Aimee Ogden: 4.5/5

The Marquis Who Mustn't by Courtney Milan: 4.5/5

Read It and Weep by Jenn McKinlay: 3.75/5

Kushiel's Scion by Jacqueline Carey: 5/5

Kushiel's Justice by Jacqueline Carey: 5/5

The Strange Case of the Alchemist's Daughter by Theodora Goss: 2/5, dnf

Air Awakens by Elise Kova: 1.5/5, dnf

Games of Command by Linnea Sinclair: 3/5

Chimes at Midnight by Seanan McGuire: 5/5

The Winter Long by Seanan McGuire: 5/5

A Red-Rose Chain by Seanan McGuire: 5/5

Once Broken Faith by Seanan McGuire: 5/5

The Brightest Fell by Seanan McGuire: 5/5

Babel-17 by Samuel R. Delany: 2.5/5, book club

Mislaid in Parts Half-Known by Seanan McGuire: 4.25/5

Night and Silence by Seanan McGuire: 5/5

The Unkindest Tide by Seanan McGuire: 4.75/5

A Killing Frost by Seanan McGuire: 4.75/5

The Imposition of Unnecessary Obstacles by Malka Older: 4/5

When Sorrows Come by Seanan McGuire: 5/5

Be the Serpent by Seanan McGuire: 5/5

Sleep No More by Seanan McGuire: 5/5

The Bridge Kingdom by Danielle L. Jensen: 4/5

Can You Keep a Secret? by Sophie Kinsella: 3/5

That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon by Kimberly Lemming: 2.5/5

Honey & Spice by Bolu Babalola: 4.25/5

Goals below the cut:

Complete series: +1 for the year! (started 2, caught up on 3)

Catch up on backlists: 22 (+1, although if I added Seanan McGuire to the list which I very well might do then it'll be +11 more lol)

Read FIYAH/Nebula/Hugo finalists & awards: 3 book (+2)

Read down TBR: (hard to tell what it was at the beginning of the year, but in August it was 1332) at end of April it's 1460 (still getting bigger...)

Read old top-of-TBR list: 1 (+1)

#monthly recap #april 2024 #book reviews #when I went to check my goal stats from april while I was writing my may post and realized I hadn't posted it...sigh

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first of all hai hello i updated my pinned post if u wanna know more ab me n the shit i'm into second of all i canNOT stop thinking about the dancing scene. soft blitz is real and i LOOOOVE it with this new material i'm thinking about what his love languages might be... hmmm... i mean acts of service for sure i saw one post, though i can't remember who it was from- they talked ab the idea of blitz's love language being like- giving attention? mayhaps? anyway that aside, now that i'm somewhat geared up for writing, it'll probably be just a bunch of self-ship dialogue and rambles for blitz x the hopeless romantic and sensitive sinner but I'M SO EXCITED????

this COULD be an idea for you, i might write something for it as well, but i think a good start could be introducing/combining christmas/holiday of choice and sinsmas traditions, like different foods or activities, that could give you some soft stuff to branch off of since the holidays make me feel warm n comfy-cozy sometimes :3

thought about making pinterest boards again,,, i'd be happy to make some for stuff you write or for help with scenes or settings if you want cuz i REALLY like making pinterest boards and it helps me a lot with my idea process,,, it may not be exactly what you envision because we're different people n all that but maybe just for funsies :3

sorry this is like a whole sandwich worth of shit but i woke up with the need to WRITE !!

clo! I meant to reply to this and then I was like, no, wait 'til you have enough time to answer it properly and then got distracted by the holiday and whoops it's midnight but here I am! 😅

that dance has been living rent free in my mind since I watched it. I feel like I've watched it at least once an hour every hour since then?? because they're just so soft and warm and blitz's voice in the scene and omg brandon how do you go from "get your hands off my bottom biiiiitch" to the softness of "only as creative as you were flexible" and not expect me to like, die?

I feel like blitz has like, most of the love languages in his repetoire, which is ridiculous considering how emotionally constipated the lizard usually is lol. I think definitely physical touch and acts of service, and I'd say quality time too (having moxxie and millie days on his calendar, and honestly in the last episode words of affirmation seems like a big one (honestly, not a surprise when you look at how he talks to his loony-toony lol). I wouldn't be surprised if he hits all of them and gift-giving is one too, even if they're weird gifts. Like his version of a cat bringing you dead things because it loves you lmao.

I can't wait to see what you come up with! I feel like I'm not seeing as much blitz x reader content as I was when I first joined the fandom, which makes me sad. I need more of it!

It's so funny that you're idea is so similar to that christmas fic request I just put out today lol. I definitely need to write more cuddly blitz fics, just curled up together and sharing space. ugh, little gremlin man I love yoooou.

that would be amazing! I've never really had anyone make anything based on my writing! (I had a friend who would make banners for me back when I wrote spuffy fic for buffy the vampire slayer though). I would love to see what you come up with - it'll tell me how accurate my descriptive writing is lol!

Happy holidays bb!

#clovrplayz #asks

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Rose Tints My World (The Lost Boys x Male OC, Slight NSFW)

(The boys and Rihan get back from a midnight screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show and leave with something awakened in them. Unfortunately for Rihan, it means they're going to try to coerce him into doing it by any means.)

(I wrote this a year ago. Never published it)

"...Boys, considering that tonight was the first time that you saw this movie, I must ask, why do you have these just laying around in a fucking trunk ?!?" Rihan asked, pulling a corset out of the trunk, along with a nice garter set that included panties, black heels and a feather boa.

"Long story short, a few decades back, Marko and I had a short affair with a showgirl and she kinda left some of her clothes for shows behind and we kept them because...huh, I guess we always liked it, but seeing it on a dude turned me on in a whole different way." Paul said out loud.

"And how do you know that it'll fit me ?" Rihan asked, continuing to riffle through the clothes. "She was a woman, I'm a man."

"You two actually had similar frames, and funnily enough, she had to get her heels custom made because the shoe stores always said that she had 'the feet of a man' so the heels might fit you." Paul said in an amused tone. "Just please put em on Ri ?"

"I'm gonna look ridiculous, fuck no." Rihan said crossing his arms.

"No you won't !" Marko interrupted, moving closer to Rihan. "We wouldn't ask you to do this if we were gonna laugh at you !"

"How about we cut a deal ?" David asked from his seat across the room. "Why don't you try it once, Ri, and if you don't like it or God forbid, one of us laughs at you, you take it off, never wear it again, we never talk about it again and we'll buy you one of those funnel cakes from the boardwalk you're so fond of." He said, trying to negotiate.

Rihan was quiet for a few moments before he answered.

"Fine." Rihan said, rolling his eyes. "But I still want a funnel cake either way and you're not allowed to skimp and buy a plain powdered sugar one, I want the expensive one with the glazed strawberries and whipped cream." He pouted.

"Only if you still do it for us, baby boy." David purred, making Rihan flustered.

"Fine...I'll do it." Rihan said, crossing his arms. "But I'm only doing it for the funnel cake."

David grinned.

"Marko, go get Star to do Ri's makeup, Paul, go get the tunes, something nice and easy preferably and Dwayne, put Laddie to bed early." David, watched as everyone went to put everything together. "This is gonna be fun~"

Rihan sighed from behind the makeshift curtains Marko made out of discarded bedsheets.

"Alright, I'm ready !" He called out.

"You heard him, Paul, he's ready, start the music." David said to Paul, who eagerly pressed play on the boombox.

Rihan heard the slow guitar and immediately recognized the song.

"Really, Paul ?!? The Jack by AC/DC ?!?" Rihan called out. "That song is about gonorrhea, you want me to dance to a song about gonorrhea ?!?"

"It's all I could find on short notice, so just ignore the lyrics and dance !" Paul said, rolling his eyes. Rihan groaned and prepped himself before deciding to get on with the show.

Rihan slowly stuck his leg out from behind the curtain, showing off the fishnets and the heels he was wearing. He heard one of his boyfriends whistle, he knew it was probably Marko. Rihan took a deep breath and slowly emerged from behind the curtains, swaying his hips along to the music.

"Lookin' good, Ri !" Marko called out, clapping his hands, whooping, only to calm down when David put a hand on his arm.

"Show just started, you can't be losing it at a preview." David scolded, as if they were watching a feature presentation.

Rihan ignored the two and continued on with his performance, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, spreading his legs open as popped down into a squat. He swore he saw Dwayne lean forward in his chair. Rihan slowly stood up and began to dance.

He wasn't a professional by any means, but he did what he could, lifting his legs, shaking his ass, spinning, twirling, even doing a split. He even slowly stood up and undid the corset, dancing around with it pressed to his chest, before eventually discarding it, exposing his chest.

Paul started clapping and whooping, David whistled, Marko damn near fell on his knees and Dwayne was biting his lip so hard, his fangs sprouted and drew blood from his bottom lip. He even caught Star staring at him.

Rihan continued to dance and decided to finish off with the grand finale, stepping off his little platform and walking closer to the boys, the heels clacking, as he started to shake his ass.

"Oh fuck, that's my favorite part of him~" Paul breathed out. "That sweet, sweet ass...."

Then, suddenly, without warning, Rihan slipped off the panties and threw them in a random direction, that direction happening to be where Dwayne was sitting. He swore he heard Dwayne's breath hitch as he grasped the panties, Paul and Marko looking on in jealousy.

Finally, the music stopped and Rihan turned to look at them all, resting his hands on his hips.

"So..." Rihan started, breaking the silence. "How was that ? Considering you all look like you want to devour me, I'll assume I did a good job ?"

"Let's just say you definitely earned that funnel cake..." David husked. "Now bring that sweet ass over here and earn your toppings." He said, spreading his legs at patting his lap.

Rihan obeyed, sitting on David's lap, David resting his hand on Rihan's ass.

Rihan was definitely going to work for those toppings.

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