#i'm moving posting time to a little earlier in the afternoon

[pinkyqily]

ALL MINE - JUJU WATKINS X READER

Summary: school and life is stressing you out but your lovely girlfriend is here to calm the cloudy storm brewing up.

Contains: fluff, fool inlove, juju and reader are down bad for each other. Also ignore the mistakes in one of the text I'll edit it out later

A/n: another game day fic we cheer this is a date fic one of my favorite writing prompt i hope you guys enjoy this, I would have had this posted earlier but tumblr sucks and didn't save half of the ending so I had to redo it but here it's, and as always happy reading, feedbacks are appreciated or commenting in general 💕

It has been a while since you ans the basketball player hangout, with both of you being full time students athletes your schedule would always clash and you guys wouldn't be able to hang.

But that didn't stop your late night calls catching each other up about what is going on in your lives.

Juju could tell you where having a strees full week from your track week and juggling having a part-time job.

You where getting ready for the day that you had ahead of you until you heard your phone pig. Picking it up you saw a message from juju.

You weren't going to question what she had planned because one thing about ju was she stays planning.

Your whole day went well, practice went well your after a while you needed to meet up with a few friends for revision.

You got back at your apartment around three in the afternoon. You started by doing your wash routine that conceited of a coconut butter body wash, then gentility exfoliating any dead skin.

Getting out the shower, you wrapped your towel around you, moving onto your skincare routine and body care routine.

Once you were done, you started getting dressed, picking a black flared tube bodysuit, and paired it with a cropped puffer jacket. You wore your white and gold Jordan 4 that juju got for you, and for a final touch, you added your white Prada cross bag to finish your outfit.

With a final touch of using the Vaseline body oil and your kali perfume in vanilla candy rock sugar.

You picked up your phone to text juju that you were done and she could be coming. After a few minutes of waiting, you got a text from her saying she was outside, but before you left, you replied, Your perfume.

Finally making it outside your building you saw juju leaned back on the car.

"Hey baby." You said, making your way towards her.

"Hi, my love." She said once she saw you

"So where are we going?" You asked her, as you we're about to open the door for yourself she got to the handle before you beating you to it.

"Umm, thinking about me and you a little date night, driver around our area and get some food while we're at it, what do you think." She told you as she closed the door

"Sounds like music to my ears." You said

"Gald were on the same note, how was your practice?". She asked

"Wasn't bad went really well, I'm starting to think these coaches got sum up with them so much complaining before we even start, but things are well." You told her.

You started ranting as juju continued driving but still paid attention to what you we're saying.

"And can you believe that, telling me I'll come third behind some big headed fool."

"No baby, but all that matters is that you prove to her and everyone else that they are wrong, you're the one who knows your strength and weaknesses."She told you as she laid her on your thighs palming your hands together.

"You're right it just gets really irritating having to hear this." You sighed, needing to get that rant out of your system.

"You feel better getting that out?

"Yea how did you even know I needed a day off".

"You looked like you were going through withdrawals on your spam."

"Ugh, don't remind me was spam was meant to be mysterious vibes only." You said.

Taking off your seat belt as she already found a spot to park.

"Pretty sure I'm the mysterious one." She said, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Whatever miss nonchalant, bring your face closer for a sec." You asked her

All of a sudden ju was all in your personal space, you looked up at her getting lost into those dark brown eyes of hers.

You felt her hot breath on your neck.

Next thing you do is pull the neck of her hoodie and go in for a kiss. It caught her off guard, but she found herself grabbing your face, deeping the kiss a little longer.

The both of you move back, trying to catch your breath.

If humans were able to breathe into each other the both of you would be sucking the oxygen out of one another.

"You got me way off guard." Was what she told you as took out her car keys.

"What did you think was gonna happen when I asked you to come closer, big head!?"

"Welp, I thought I had sum on me guess I was wrong."

"Sure, now where are we?". You said with a sarcastic tone layed under it

"This new diner places I recently found, c'om let's get out". She said taking off her seat belt.

"They better have good food."

Walking into the place you and juju had your hand intwering, she wasn't huge on pda, but you never take them for granted whenever she displays any type of affection for you in public.

You both went to go find yourself a table, getting yourself sitted before the waitress came.

"Enough about me, how's basketball?." You asked her.

"Same routine, but everything nice getting ready for march, though." She said as a waitress started making her way towards your table.

"Hi, welcome to didi's diner what get I get for you two?". You heard the waitress say.

"Umm, I'll have your chicken burger combo with a chocolate milkshake." Was what ju ordered

"And you miss".

"I'll have your chicken and beef pizza sandwich with a cold lemonade."You said

"Perfect would you guys like to pay now or later". The waitress had asked you both.

"I'll like to pay now." You told her as you started getting your card out.

"You'll be paying, yea no baby I got that what our total".

"Your total is 105". The waitress said she found you and juju amusing.

"Your always paying for everything I got this one". You said to her.

"Nah I got this". Before juju could do anything you grab both her hands and handed the waitress your own card instead.

"Here you go". You said to the waitress who immediately grab your card before ju could get out.

"I'll be back with your food soon".

"Thank you".

"Bruh why wouldn't you let me pay". She said crossing her arms.

"Because you always pay". You told her

"I pay because I enjoy treating you out". She said lowering her back on the chair.

"Well this one is my treat". You told her as you laid your head on her shoulder.

"This was supposed to be a fun relaxing day for you". She said.

"It's fun and relaxing because being with you is the quality time I need, so don't be sour Judea." You told her.

"Using my government is crazy." She said, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"Girl bye it ain't the end of the world and you do have a pretty name so yea infact might just be calling you that". You told her

"Sure baby." the both of you found yourselves looking at each other anyone could tell y'all got tension and chemistry together as a couple.

Before you both could do anything the waitress was already making her way towards you both.

"Here's your food hope you guys enjoy". She said before leaving you guys.

Anyone around the two of you could tell you both had crazy tension and chemistry, the attraction you both have on each other was something natural and couldn't be replicated.

You found yourself digging in juju fries that came with her meal.

"You got a problem miss Judea". You asked her as you took another one of her fry.

"You just have a pretty face and smell so good that I could eat you instead". She said making you almost choke.

"Ju, we're in public". You said nugging her.

"So?". She asked, not really caring. One thing for certain was that juju doesn't shy away from a lot of things. "Whatever big head".

You guys date continued you feed juju a few bites if your sandwich, chatted more about your goals and what you both want.

And you guys ended your night with a drive back to juju places and getting all cuddled up with her and duce.

[irisintheafterglow]

Can I request a racer!bakugo showing off his two most precious things after winning a big race, the trophy and his girl pleaseee?

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE LOVE LOVE <33 also i can't find it but this is definitely inspired by that one bakugo fic where he's doing a vogue interview about the things he can't leave the house or live without (if anyone knows the link for it please please let me know because it's one of my all-time favorites)

"oh, look! it's bakugo! hey, man!"

"the hell are you doing outside my house?" the interviewer laughs nervously behind the camera, but your boyfriend's scowl doesn't move. it's a wonder that he's still viewed positively in the public eye despite his brash personality. you pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers and avert your eyes from the second-floor window, sending another prayer begging for him to behave. the interview took place in his own home, for crying out loud. shouldn't he be the most comfortable in his safest space?

the answer is, unfortunately, no.

"i'm uh, here for your '73 questions' interview with vogue. d'you mind if i step inside with you?" he grunts reluctantly in response, swinging the front door open unceremoniously. you pity the poor guy who had to follow your husband around and chuck questions at him like armed grenades; there was always a chance that he would blow up. "so, where were you coming from?"

"grocery store. you want a drink?" good. at least he remembers his manners. "we got water, juice...i ain't giving you alcohol. i don't even know who the hell you are." never mind.

you spend the next 12-something minutes following their one-sided conversation around the house, careful to stay out of sight and silently begging your boyfriend to at least act a little warmer. the only time he does open up, much to the delight of fans, is when he's talking about you.

"'the things most precious to me?' i don't fuckin' know," you can hear him say plainly. you'd resigned to your shared bedroom to finish up some work when you heard the telltale calls of babe, c'mere! babe. babe. babe! from downstairs. with a huff, you set down your pen and make your way into the living room, where you see him holding his latest first-place trophy. it shines under the afternoon sun coming through the backyard windows. the camera pans to you in surprise and you thank your earlier self for wearing something other than pajamas.

"babe, c'mere," he insists and you roll your eyes in exasperation. his arm slips around your waist and you're suddenly hyperaware of the camera that's going to post your image to millions of people. "alright, nerd, you asked me what i wanna show off? they're right here," he boasts proudly and your face starts to heat up. "got my badass lover, my big-ass trophy, and i don't need anything else," he says with unexpected tenderness. "you got that?"

"y-yeah, i got it," the interviewer stutters out. "uh, thank you-"

"the hell do you look so nervous for? i don't fuckin' bite," he says and the man stammers again. "i don't know why i bother doing all this shit," he murmurs in your ear.

"this is why outlets are so scared to interview you, kats," you whisper and he shrugs indifferently. "you scare reporters too easily."

"don't care. i just wanna relax and spend my day off with you. i'm too tired to be dealing with this shit," he grumbles and you laugh under your breath. "baby?"

"hmm?"

"can you do me a big favor?" you narrow your eyes suspiciously while the cameraman fumbles about with his equipment, packing up to leave.

"depends on the favor," you say carefully. "will i need to compromise my morals?" your boyfriend barks out a laugh, and the reporter startles.

"no, no. nothing like that," he reassures you and drops his volume so that only you can hear him. "baby, sweetheart, love of my life?"

"yes, katsuki?"

"please get this man the fuck out of our house."

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[meathunt]

Parental mermaid yandere x willing reader?!?!

I'm posting this at like 2 am so sorry if it has any errors haha TW parental neglect?, light kidnapping, infantilization * . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗* . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . You always had a fancy for the sea, in younger years, when your parents took you and your siblings into expensive resorts for fancy parties, you often couldn't wait for the go ahead sign so you could go play in the beach. Afternoons spent collecting pretty shells and rocks, and building sand castles. If you were feeling a bit daring, to go play a bit in the shallow waters.

At first you would admit you felt a little intimidated by the big stretch of blue in front of you, after all you didn’t know how to swim and the idea of momentarily losing the stability of walking freaked you out a bit, plus you couldn't hear without your hearing aids, and being disconnected from your surroundings just for some water seemed a bit silly and not worth the hassle at the time.

That's until a beach party when you were 7. The kids of some of your parent’s friends wanted to go diving, and it was decided that all of you would go as a group.

Even with a handler near you at all times, and the other boys being more entertained of playing in the water, it was a life changing experience for you. The relaxing sensation of being surrounded by water, and the wonderful view under you, all the little water critters swimming, the plants and corals surrounding you in all their beautifully explosive colors, the freedom of being able to move around, almost like flying.

It was the beginning of your love with the sea.

After that you begged your parents to let you take diving classes, they relented seeing it as something that will look good in the future resume.

So your younger years were spent near the sea, making diving almost as easy as walking. If not for the fact that you were deaf, and your parents wouldn't really approve, you could have even tried to apply for a certification. But as you grew, your "responsibilities" and the pressure of your parents also did. Even as the third born of your parents, they started to push for you to not spend as much time on an "useless hobbies", and start to focus on things that will improve your future and show off the family's prestige, whatever that meant.

You were pushed to the max, to get the best grades, to enter the most renown clubs, participate in the most popular activities and socialize with people “on your level”, no matter how demanding they were, or how uncomfortable it made you feel, and even then, you felt like you didn't get a fair acknowledgement for your efforts, they have seen all the things you had done earlier and better with your siblings, so the amazement of experiencing things with you ran a bit dry. At this point, your efforts were taken as the least they were expecting out of their children.

To the point that they were also pushed to start hiding the severity of your disability, just so your "family name" wouldn't be seen as less.

Personal time and interest were sweet privileges that became rarer the older you got. And the older you got, you could understand better what your situation was.

At 15 years old you could see clearly the future your parents were pushing you into, a pre-planned fight for their money and business when they were gone, and even with your achievements, you felt at a disadvantage, your older siblings were way more capable that you thought yourself to ever be. Already set into the world that your parents lived while you still were trying to stay afloat and let the reality of your situation fully set in.

One day after hanging out with the other people your parents approved you could have “friendships” with, you realized that this isn't what you want for yourself, not this puppet stage you have been both blessed and cursed to be born into.

Since that they, you fought to get more individuality back, keeping up with the perfect family image but pushing and carving more time for yourself. Your relationship with your family ended up a bit strained thanks to that, but you still were reaching their bottom line so they couldn't really force you into anything if they didn't want to look bad for the others around them, and after years of it, you got your silly hobby time back.

Today you could enjoy one of those hard fought moments of you time. In a little cabin, a bit out of the way near the coast. It was a beautiful place if you said so yourself, with access to a private part of the beach, perfect for swimming and diving. It was a lucky find, suddenly appearing as an ad for a vacation spot.

You felt that childish excitement bubble inside your chest at the thought of having a whole week to yourself in this place, just relaxing and playing in the water.

After a light breakfast, all you had the patience for so you could get to the water faster, you spent all your morning just enjoying the sea, at some point, a faint ringing in your ears started, confusing you and making you resurface from the water and inspect your surroundings.

You weren’t able to identify what could be making a noise, but far in the sea you could see someone, likely swimming. And they were also looking at you! And making a gesture. Too far to really read their lips or identify the gesture you decided to wave back at them.

That seemed to make them freeze and the low buzzing in your ears stopped. Suddenly after a blink they are gone, you look around but see no one so decide to go back to your cabin and get ready to get some lunch. * . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗* . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * .

The night by the sea is beautiful, perfect for a little walk before going to sleep, the sounds so gentle and relaxing, almost enough to make you forget about the stress your parents are giving your future. A fight about the major they want you to study, and you had to concede after pushing for some time away from your responsibilities. You don't regret it, what wouldn't you give up for staying here longer.

"Well, what do we have here?" You were looking up at the sky, searching for shapes in the stars when the voice takes you by surprise, making you jump a little. You turn to look at the owner of the voice. “Woah! Sorry didn’t meant to give you a big scare kiddo” they tell you with a laugh. Alluring, almost hypnotic, green eyes lock with yours, the corners of their eyes showing their age. They are taller than you by a head so you have to look up at them, making you feel shyer, and a little bit dumb for not noticing them earlier. They have a pretty smile, white teeth that look a bit pointy, but not out of the ordinary, maybe an esthetic choice? “What happen dear, cat got your tongue?” They tease you a bit. Their smooth voice takes you out of your thoughts, and you blush a bit, realizing the long time that you just spent looking at them and not answering, if your parents were here, you would have gotten at least two warnings at this point. “Oh-h! uhm, I’m sorry… I got a bit distracted” you say, breaking the eye contact out of embarrassment, that would have been your third strike. Their smile turn warmer and they look at you with an endeared expression. Not that you notice, to busy looking at the sand at your feet. “It’s no problem baby, really” Their melodic voice fills your ears, taking off your attention from all the social blunders you just committed. “It’s a little bit late to having a walk, don’t you think so? Especially when you are alone buddy, where are your parents?” They speak to you in the same tone one would speak to a scared child, but it doesn’t feel… condescending, more caring, like they are worried about you, and even if they are a stranger it makes you feel warm from the inside, really what does this says about your survival instincts? “It’s okay, really! Actually I’m here on my own” You smile at them in the most reassuring manner you can. “My accommodations are very near actually, and this is a private area, so I think it’s very safe” You don’t know why but you don’t mind sharing personal information with them, they have an air about them that makes you feel safe. They don’t look very convinced but, the answer seems to be enough, for now at least “Oh, my home is quite close dear. Seems like we are probably going to be seeing each other, quite a bit” They take a little square out of their pocket and give it to you “Here cutie, if you need anything in your mini vacation, I’m here if you need someone” You look at the little paper, a simple yet elegant design, that contains only their name and a cellphone number. Lucille…. The name rings a bell but you can’t remember when did you hear it before. “Thank you Mx. Lucille, I will keep it mind!” They look at you a bit expectantly before you connect the dots “Right! My name..” You fake cough, trying to swallow the awkwardness of your tone “ I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you” Lucille giggles a bit at your reactions, making the blush adorning your cheeks grow.  “Well cutie, it’s a bit late, you should go rest now.” The last time you saw the time it was still quite early into the night. But after that comment you felt the effort of the day grow into you, letting a yawn escape you. Yeah a bit of rest sounds nice. You say goodnight to Lucille and go back to your accommodations to rest for the day. * . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗* . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * .

The rest of your vacation you did end up meeting Lucille quite frequently, not very strange considering that the part where you were staying was a small property. Strangely enough you felt very happy in their presence, the trust between you growing quite fast, making you rely on them and tell them about your worries and family problems, without really telling them who your family actually was, scared that that knowledge would make them treat you different or just use you to get to climb the social scene. Things that sadly had happened before, so you really didn’t want to ruin the nice relationship you guys had going. After all, a nice older figure that wasn’t interested in using you for some kind of underhanded purpose was a very rare thing in your life.

They comfort you, and help you take your mind off the problems that stalk your day to day, even if you are not so gullible to say the whole situation, they get the essence of your problems. And offer a space where you can feel safe and heard, becoming a person you look up to, and before you knew it your vacation ended. You had a sense of loss at not being able to see them again. Having someone to hear you out any time you needed. You admitted that that vacation made you grow a bit spoiled, forgetting a bit how exhausting your life was. And hey, you still can talk to them, but with your tight schedule and also trying to hide your new friendship from your family, you haven’t been able to talk a lot with them.

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After 3 months you still missed them, so you were looking into maybe taking another vacation, but to your misfortune it seems that that property, and all surrounding ones just disappeared from the listing. That news bummed you out, thinking about the beautiful secret place you managed to find.

That thought accompanied you while getting ready for another of your parent’s events, some type of auction, a big name jewel collection was going up, and people were very interested in getting their hands on them.

The event was as stuffy as you expected, a practiced smile plastered in your face as you accompanied your family from side to side socializing with people. The common song and dance of this types of events, trying to one up each other in the smoothest way possible. But for some reason you felt a bit more nervous, like something in the air was trying to warn you about some trouble getting closer.

“Well are my eyes tricking me? Is that my dear y/n?”  A familiar voice reached you, taking you out of your day dreaming. Lucille was standing in front of you, making a real smile escape and plaster on your face, they look very elegant in what you could only guess is a very expensive suit, you would have never expected to see them in an event like this. “Lucille! It’s so good to s-“ “AHEM” You freeze in place, body tensing up immediately, as your parents give you a warning. They step in front of you and you take your place behind them, putting that practiced smile on your face. “We are so sorry Sir. Bonheur, you know how children are” You shrink in place at the look your mother gives you “They get over excited sometimes and forget their manners” You don’t see it, but the expression the Lucille’s face hardens as they see the silent exchange you have with your parents “It’s okay” They respond, in a more serious tone that you have ever heard from them “I was the one who started it after all” “Nonsense! Y/n knows better” They say in humorless tone “Let us treat you for this inconvenience, after all this is one of your events, we would hate to leave a bad impression”

You give an apologetic smile and look down at your feet, filling the part of the apologetic child perfectly. You start disconnecting form the scene. Your dad keeps talking with Lucille as your mother excuse the both of you, taking your hand a bit harshly as she pulls you to a more private place. * . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗* . ` ✧*✧ ✶ * . You stay at the balcony way after your mother left, choking back tears as you replay the “conversation” you just had, every accusation, every insult thrown in your way about how you are nothing but a disappointment, and how regretful they were about having you, as nothing good has come from it. A hand rests on you back making you jump out of your skin and gasp loudly “Oh, sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you” A familiar voice says. Lucille is standing at your side, and you try to compose yourself “O-oh Mister. Bonheur, did something happen?” They make a little face at the name “You know I don’t need those titles dear” They look you over, and you try to hide from those eyes that seem to be able to read your soul.

When you don’t answer they make another simple question “Are you okay?”

And that’s all it takes, you burry yourself in their arms, crying while telling them how tired you are of everything, you cry your heart out to them, while Lucille holds you. After some minutes you lose steam, just sobbing quietly while they comfort you. “Would you want a way out love?” they tell you after a while. You look up at them confused “Of this, your problems, from being near people that don’t know how to appreciate the treasure that you are” They start drying your tears “Of living a life that make you so unhappy” they cradle you closer, love showing clearly in the way they look at you “I could give you that, my child, I could give you the life you are dreaming of” “Would you like to stay with me?” They say with a melodic voice and loving eyes, as if it was that simple. But you started to think, what if it was? What if you could just do that? It was a nice dream, in the little time you met them they have shown more care and love for you, than your family for your whole life. You didn’t think it was possible really, but for the moment you were going to allow yourself to dream, so you said a simple yes. And something told you, you signed up for more than you expected.

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[sailorspica]

the stars have all gone | ii

crocodile x f!reader, suggestive, with an allusion to assault and brief, clinical discussion of manslaughter. part two of a series. mentions of past basil hawkins x reader. selfshippy; reader is an astrologer, hawkins' former navigator, and a different race from both of them. post-timeskip canon au, 2.1k words.

"There's a man asking for you."

These days you did readings in the back of a the cafe near the bakery where you worked now. Your client base grew by word of mouth, and interested parties called your Den Den Mushi with their birth information, so the only people who showed up at the cafe asking for you by name were usually pissed at you—rarely a client themself, but more often than not someone in their life affected by whatever advice they heard in your commentary.

You checked your notebook of charts for the week. All women. Definitely not a client.

"What's he look like?" you asked the cafe owner.

His eyes shifted. "I like you, I do, I like that your business brings me business. I knew your past was something suspect. But—"

"I'm sorry, what?"

The owner stepped closer and stage whispered: "It's Sir Crocodile."

You didn't make a habit of hooking up with strange men, but you supposed infamous men were a trend in your single-digit body count considering you gave your virginity to a captain of the Worst Generation. That night, months ago, Crocodile easily tucked you into his side away from the from view of other diners as you left the restaurant, and you let yourself ebb along. You weren't even sure what you kept talking about, but his rich, low laughter sounded surprised at itself and thrummed in your veins the next morning when you woke alone in a suite at a fine hotel you'd only passed since settling here. On his side of the bed was a folded note, unsigned: "I'll see you."

You assumed they were empty words, or careful ones. Crocodile seemed to move around a lot, having no base of operations since he was stripped of his Warlord title, so you shrugged it off at the time. But now...

Surely they weren't sweet nothings. He was too sensible for that. So maybe you offended him and it was actually an oblique threat, in which case you'd better climb out the window.

"I'll talk to him. Is it okay for him to come in?"

The cafe owner blanched, then hardened. "If this means trouble, we're done."

He left to retrieve Crocodile like the notorious pirate was there for a chart reading (was he?), or like he was... calling on you, like a suitor (...was he?).

You shook yourself and tried to remember anything after the restaurant. What he tasted like under the wine, or what his pale skin looked like in low light. But you came up empty except for the smell of the cool spices of his aftershave in the sheets.

Damn.

His footsteps were heavy and leisurely before he stopped in the doorway, and you felt the breath leave your lungs. How was he so handsome? Other people would find his scars off putting, and there were several; you weren't researching him or anything, but you saw wanted posters from throughout the years, and they seemed to only accumulate along his face. His hair was dark as yours, but your skin was pinkish and cool while his was a warm, light olive.

"You keep odd hours," Crocodile more grunted than said.

"I do," you agreed. It was mid-afternoon, and only the start of your day. You had a little solitary time in your room at a women's boardinghouse before you did consultations, then spent the night studying for future clients until your pre-opening bakery shift well before nautical twilight, earlier than you'd wake up on the Grudge Dolph. Then you slept most of the time the sun was up, ironic for you and your diurnal chart, but you didn't believe in this stuff anymore.

"Long time no see," you said pointedly, and nodded at the chair across from you.

Crocodile looked too big for the cafe, like everything was doll furniture to his stature. You knew their were humans larger than him but wondered how the hell you two fit together that night since you woke up with minimal but tell-tale soreness. He angled his chair away from the table so he could cross his ankle over the opposite knee, and you swallowed, unable to pretend you weren't looking at the strong thighs crinkling his dress pants, before meting his gaze.

"I almost gave up," he said simply. "My associate would wonder why we bothered docking here with nothing to show for it."

Okay.

You were lost.

"Excuse me?"

He inhaled a good drag of his cigar. "'You're my captain,' you said. It was a thought exercise, to do with that instrument of yours, but I've warmed to the idea."

No.

"What do you say?"

He looked at you like he wouldn't be bothered either way you answered.

But.

"I'm sorry," you said against your better judgment. "I'm a little lost here. I don't... totally know what we discussed last time."

He wasn't expecting that.

"Hah." That bark-laugh-grunt he did that somehow also held a question, but not as undignified as a "huh?"

"It was a lot of wine for me," you said awkwardly. What were you, a kid? You're twenty eight. It's not that you were teetotal, but that was your first night of drinking in a good few months.

Crocodile seemed well and truly taken aback, and a bit of ash ungracefully plopped off the end of his cigar, which he caught with... a cloud of sand, and neatly floated off into an ash tray. Wow. Logia powers really were different.

His voice was tight. "What do you remember."

"Uhm..." You bit your lip, and his eyes flicked down there for millisecond. "We left the restaurant for your hotel. And then, uh. It was morning."

Slowly, with his cigar curled in his pinkie and ring fingers, Crocodile went to pinch the bridge of his nose. "That unremarkable, huh?"

Oh god.

This was that little bit of sensitivity to him you found so endearing. He'd never call it that, though; pride was a euphemism.

"If I was drunk enough not to remember shit for shit," you started, "Surely I must have... I don't know, puked on you, or something."

"No." His moment was over in the blink of an eye. "It's better this way. Just know we mostly talked."

Mostly. "About?"

"Your travels." You winced. Surely you didn't cry over your ex-captain to Sir Crocodile of all people. You had a pitiful lack of girl friends despite living with women for the first time in a decade, but even the widow who brought you to that restaurant in the first place would be a better choice. "What you want, and who's in the way of it."

That also sounded vulnerable, but the way he studied your face for your reaction made you think it struck him, somehow.

"What I want."

"You can map the stars along the Grand Line if you stick with a Warlord," Crocodile said simply. "Not one of your greenhorns."

Your breath caught.

That was the reason you joined Hawkins when he came back to your hometown after forming his crew of sycophants who'd never seen cartomancy before. You didn't want to be a navigator. You wanted to survey the Grand Line celestially because the sea crossed the equator. In reality, you wanted to move to the South Blue and study the southern hemisphere's sky, only after familiarizing yourself with the one you were born under. The Navy wouldn't let you move that freely, and the astronomers of Mary Geoise weren't practiced in geography, nor would they give you the time of day. The only course was to do it all yourself.

"It will be dangerous." Hawkins hadn't lied to you, yet. "You need to hold your own to be a pirate, but I'll protect you when I can."

You were the only woman on the ship and the only one who knew him before, the neighbor boy who complained he had to babysit you but cried when the two of you got lost in a fishing boat as night fell, and you used Polaris to get back to your home port.

"Former Warlord," you corrected. Crocodile's lip curled in annoyance. "You're from the Grand Line, aren't you?"

He humored you. "Paradise. But I've been in the New World for almost two years now."

So had you. Your ancestors were from this sea, too.

"I saw it," Hawkins said easily, and three of his cards arranged themselves midair: the High Priestess, the Eight of Cups, the Chariot. "You, leaving here."

You hated it most when you had the same interpretation, because it let him think he was right. He'd long since assigned the High Priestess to you and the Magician to himself since by pure chance you shared birth cards, and in one of your now-rare lighter moods, you'd sniffed, "The Chariot navigates. You be the Tower." But besides that, the Chariot was ruled by Cancer, a water sign, beside a pip from Cups, and here you were, underwater. Leaving him.

"I'm sorry."

"You're not."

The Pacifistas were terrifying. You followed your instincts to run and hide, and no one resented you for it, but the crew barely acknowledged you as it was. You were either a know-it-all of a navigator or the captain's tagalong. Both of you knew they assumed you were fucking, still, but nor did you do anything to disabuse them of the idea, and this is where it led.

"No," you said out loud. "Thank you. But I'd hold you back. I'm not strong."

"You think I don't know?"

Ouch. "You could flatter me a little."

"Can you even use that thing?" Crocodile inclined his head downward. How did he...? You were better about keeping your dagger strapped to your thigh these days, but today you were wearing a longer skirt that should've hidden it well, and you briefly had the thought was he checking out your legs? You wore stockings today. Maybe he liked that sort of thing.

"It was a gift."

Hawkins called it an athame. You'd killed only one person in your life, dragging it down a man's femoral artery when Hawkins wasn't there, didn't see you get separated from the crew.

"I can teach you," Crocodile said. "But you should trust the person you follow. I've survived this long."

I'll protect you when I can.

You blinked.

"You also went to prison."

"And left."

You exhaled. "You know what I wanted when I was young and stupid. But what are you doing now?"

"There's nothing stupid about knowledge," he said sternly. "It's a weapon more strictly controlled by the World Government than any blade or bullet."

"How political."

"Everything is."

You grinned, more to yourself. Even when he was pressing you one way, he was so easy to talk to. But you schooled your face to neutrality. "What did you want with Alabasta?"

"That was a long time ago."

"I don't care about a monarchy going down," you said impatiently. "If I join you, what am I participating in? And do you even have a ship? A crew?"

"You know, I believe I told you all this last time. But apparently..."

"Oh, don't you hold that over my head." The look he gave you was unimpressed. "What?"

"You insist you're not a pirate, but you're vulgar as any sailor."

"Vulgar? I haven't said anything." Besides 'shit for shit,' but he seemed distracted in that moment.

"I don't mean your vocabulary."

"Oh!" you said sarcastically. "Okay, sir."

Crocodile's brow hardened. "Watch it."

"Or what, sir? Did I call you that in bed, sir?"

He stood up, suddenly, and closed the few feet of distance between you. His golden hook came through one of the wide stitches of your sweater harmlessly as he butted it up under your jaw, tilting your head up. "What are you playing at, hmm? I decided I'd forget it to be fair to you."

You breathed deeply and the cardamom and tobacco of him filled your head like a fog. "Or you could remind me."

His gaze didn't leave your face. "It's poor form to sleep with a subordinate."

"I'm not under you."

He closed his eyes and exhaled, like you were really testing him. "What will it take?"

Feeling brave, you gently coaxed your sweater from his hook—stretched the damn stockinette, you'd have to tug the fabric to get it smooth again—and held onto it, like it was his other hand, petting it with your thumb. "Your pitch needs work. You just showed back up in this town hoping I'd be amenable? Based on a one-night stand?"

"I thought it was more like a date."

He sounded a little sullen as he nudged his chair closer to you with his foot.

"One of us has to ask out the other, you know."

"You're exhausting."

"Yes. Are you still sure you want me?"

"Yes."

You didn't know if he meant for his crew or otherwise.

[werewolfnarrative]

MAKE UP TO YOU

XAVIER'S "FLUFF ATTACK" INSPIRED FANFIC; F!MC AND M!XAVIER;

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To be fair, it took you a second too long to notice Xavier went missing. There were so many beautiful cat butlers around you, fighting for your attention until your vision was crowded with car ears and tails.

They weren't what (or who) you were looking for. But no matter how many times your eyes scanned the room, the messy blond hair of your lover was nowhere to be seen. Where could he be?

Your train of tought was interrupted when another fluffly head plopped beside you. A young man with black fur looked intensely into you, approaching very slowly.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." This was not the first (and you suspected not the last) time a cat paced around the room looking for attention. It was your idea to have this kind of date with Xavier, but now you regretted it terribly.

The man's fluffy ears went down, and he quietly got up to be somewhere else. You sighed in relief. Why wasn't Xavier with you? Did he find a caretaker he liked more for this event? The tought made you sad.

You get up and try to sneak outside. The afternoon sun greets your skin in a pleasant way, and the chirp of birds is a nice change of pace compared to the consistent buzz of the ar conditioner.

Soft sunrays illuminate a head you know very well. He was hidding behind a big bush full of flowers, and you almost didn't see him if not for the lovely tail creeping behind it.

"Hello, Xavier. I was looking for you." His ears flicked like butterflies. He definitely heard you, but didn't turn around. Was he... upset?

"Why are you out here? Too many people inside?" You gently run your hands through his lower back, creeping up until you squeeze his shoulders and reach his new cat ears. Your fingertips explore the skin from base to tip, and Xavier shudders.

"Oh." He begins. "So now you remember to be gentle with my ears." The puzzle pieces begin to fall into place. Right at the beggining of the evening, you might had tugged at his ears a little too strongly.

You mutter a "oh, no" and your caresses stop. When your lover turns around, his blush spreads from his cheek to beneath his collarbones. Tail moving like a whip behind him, he inquiries:"We don't stop halfway when it comes to these things, right?"

"If I pet your ears the way you like, will you forgive me?" A smile creeps on his face. He positions closer to you and lowers his head. "I am sorry for tugging at your beautiful ears earlier, babe" He almost headbutts your hand and comes closer. "You are so cute like this I lost my sense of strenght." He is gasping in your hold. "Can I make up to you?"

"Yes. Yes yes please." His hand finds yours, and they slowly travel to his chest. You snuggle your palm between his pecs and he moans quietly. You look down for a moment and see his hard-on through his breefs.

"Can my lovely cat butler answer me something?" You move your fingers slightly to the side and find his erect nipples. You gently tease them through his shirt while he gasps, pupils overpowering the blue in his eyes. "Where you jealous?"

Xavier gags. "No." He tries to distract you by reaching under your own shirt. Desire was already pooling in your lower stomach since you heard his beautiful sounds.

"Then why did you run away? Did I neglect my most precious butler?" He stops and you use this as an opportunity to run your hands lower, holding his waist. "Y-your most precious? Don't you have others?" There is no bite behind his question, just hurt.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You palm at his erection. "You're my favorite." He moans louder this time. "And I can show you."

In the blink of an eye, you remove his pants and bend down. "Oh God, right there..." He guides your head as you give kitten licks across his shaft. You moisture the slick and saliva before attempting to put his lenght in your mouth.

"I don't want you to spend time with the other stupid cat butlers anymore." He hiccups every time you suck his dick and there are tears trailing down his eyes. "I want you to be with me and only me." He gives a few shallow thrusts in your mouth and reaches his peak.

"Okay." You reply after (almost) recovering your voice and your breath. In a second, you are wrestled to the ground and feel a hot mouth on yours. Xavier rubs his angry pink erection on your stomach, still seeking relief.

He tries to grind onto you and lower your pants at the same time. As graceless as that may be, he is holding your thighs and approaching your soaking core in no time. "I want to taste my favourite thing too."

You scream when he begins to eat you out. His saliva and your juices make wet slurping sounds echo through the garden. He insistently runs his tongue flat both against your entrance and your clit. You won't last long if he keeps going like this.

"Xavie, you're still hard. You don't have to do this if you don't wan-" He interrupts you by making out fervorously with your pussy. You look into his eyes and he sucks on your clit when you do.

You explode in his mouth and he drinks it like it's the air he needs to breathe. There's no way of being sure wich way is up or down while you ride the waves of your orgasm.

"Can we go one more? I need you." His erection nudges you. Both your lips meet gently this time, but that too becomes desperate as you cling to each other.

"Yes. I would never deny my star anything." He lines up at your entrance and gathers moisture from your release. His head slowly enters and you're already out of breath. "You're so special to me, you know that?"

Halfway. There's a drop of sweat running through your forehead. "You feel so good missed you so much wanna fuck you so bad." He mumbles as he tries not to go all the way in one thrust. Your heat envelops him so deliciously.

"I need you too, Xavier. So hurry up and just-" You meet his thrust and he bottoms out with a groan. "So full. Wanna be so good for you!"

He begins to move and there are stars under your eyelids. "I also have to tell you a secret." He confesses. His deft fingers run to your clit and begin playing with it.

"You're my favorite too." Relief washes over you. Of course Xavier loves you and vice versa, but hurting him is the last thing on your mind, even if inevitable.

"No going away." He commands. "I want you to feel this. To be here all the time with me". He is being such a bully, cock nuzzled deep inside and trying to split you in half. The way he kisses and sucks every patch of skin he can find is such a contrast to what you two are doing.

"My star, I'm close-" He gasps and digs his hands on your hips to ground himself. "Can I finish inside?"

"Yes, come inside. I want you to fill me up!" The tought and Xavier's thrust are also sending you over the edge quicker than what you would like to admit. His dick twitches for the last time and your insides are painted white.

The feel of his release pumping inside is the last push it takes for you to reach your second orgasm. Both of you scream as your peak flows through.

When you regain your senses, Xavier's body is coiled around you like a snake. His tail is also holding one of your legs in place. You hear soft snores coming from the person beside you, and his temperature is slightly warmer than yours.

"Xavier? My love, we have to get up." His ears flicker like butterflies, but he doesn't open his eyes. "It's already night."

Stars shimmer above you. It is possible to discern some constellations, even close to Linkon's city pollution. "We can take a nap at home." That seems to be a good enough argument for Xavier, since he opens his eyes and carries you in his arms in a flash.

"I can't believe inviting you for a nap is the best way for you to do something." He quirks his eyebrows in a mischievious way. "I can also be persuaded with snacks."

Of course.

Even if, eventually, you will have to go back to your life in Linkon, and Xavier won't have his beautiful cat features anymore, you are sure your relationship is stronger because of the moments you shared. As long as you can figure out what to do. Together.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 115 (Getting Cozy With New Friends?)

The events of this post occurred after New Year's Eve at the Salty Paw (Generation 2 Pts. 106 and 107).

After an eventful holiday season, Heather Nesbitt phoned her youngest sister on New Year's Day. Hazel checked the call display and forced a smile. "Hey Big Sis, what are you up to?"

"Hey, Little Dandelion. Just watching the Holiday Yule Log on repeat (totally autonomously) before I do some bookkeeping for the clinic. Helps me focus, and they haven't taken it off the air yet this year. How are you doing?"

"Pretty awful," Hazel admitted. "I'm sorry we just left without saying goodbye last night. We were too busy giving each other the cold shoulder all the way back to Henford."

"Don't apologize. I'm glad you got home safely, but I know things between you aren't okay. I think we all hoped things would get better after you talked on Winterfest Day."

"We didn't really talk. We skated and went home and just didn't fight for a few days."

Heather frowned. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Hazel shook her head. "Not right now. I want to have a nap and then get out of the house for the night. It's weird being here surrounded by her family all the time. I feel like her mother and brother are constantly judging me."

"They love Nicola like we love you," Heather said. "But she shouldn't talk to you like she does. You don't deserve it. I'm willing to bet that a lot of what she's going through isn't even really about you."

Hazel sighed. "I just make it all worse."

Heather loved her baby sister and would always support her, but she never would have advised Hazel's next move.

To end a New Year's Day where Hazel spent as much time avoiding Nicola and her family as possible, she found herself drinking screwdrivers at the pub that night. She was alone, again, until she met Suri Romeo and flirted over drinks until well after midnight.

When the pub closed, they continued with a stroll along the River Bagley. The place near the village green, which had earlier that day been packed with locals for the annual Polar Bear Swim, was devoid of any lamplights, but Hazel could still make out Suri's smile in the light of the moon. "Are you happily married, Hazel?"

She didn't want to answer and pulled Suri in for a kiss. It felt electric - nothing like the kisses she shared with her wife. Not now, and maybe not ever.

But she thought of Nicola back home, probably asleep and snoring a little. Her wedding vows meant she wasn't supposed to do this, and she pulled away with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry," she said. "My wife."

Suri nodded with an understanding smile. "I'm living with my grandparents at their farm in Old New Henford. Call me when you figure out some things."

But Hazel called Suri long before she had anything "figured out," inviting her to the first Finchwick Fair of the new year. "I have to be there with Mayor Varner, but it's really a great opportunity for you to live like a true Henford local," she told Suri, and they met outside the village green on a sunny winter afternoon.

"Did your wife not want to be here?" Suri wondered.

"She's grading papers and the Finchwick Fair isn't really her thing. She loves gardening, but she hasn't done much of it lately." Nicola recalled the woman she used to know with some regret before quickly brushing it away and returning her focus to Suri. "Here, I saw this video that made me think of you. It's a cat, but he's a chef. It's called ChefCat!"

They were interrupted by friendly Mayor Varner, who was happy to meet anyone in his town at any time. "Hello there! I'd never miss a new face!"

"Mayor Varner, this is Suri Romeo. She's just moved to town to learn to be a great chef from her grandmother, Clara Bjergsen."

"Ah! The Bjergsens are wonderful citizens! And your grandmother's baked goods are the reason I'm out of shape."

Suri smiled. "Hopefully one day I'll be just as good as she is."

"You'll have a wonderful mentor. Welcome to town, Miss Romeo!" He turned to a starry-eyed Nicola. "How are those new year's reports coming, Hazel?"

"I should be done this week, sir. It's a lot of information to put together."

He frowned. They both knew he'd expected those reports on his desk last week, but the work was a drag, and he'd given her too many previous extensions. She forced a smile for her boss.

When it got a little cooler, Hazel and Suri went inside the pub to warm up. They danced to some holiday music still playing on the in-house stereo, before Hazel pulled a sprig of mistletoe from the ceiling. "Laura must've forgotten to take this down with the rest of the Winterfest decorations," she mused, but she held it playfully over her head anyway. Suri laughed, leaning in to kiss her quickly on the lips.

Hazel glanced around. The bar was mostly empty with most patrons enjoying the fair outside, but they knew they shouldn't be spotted doing what they were doing.

They continued to see one another in secret, hanging out at the community garden in Old New Henford to get to know one another. Suri told Hazel about life growing up in an apartment in San Myshuno with her parents and brothers, and about visits to Henford to see her grandparents and aunts every summer. She even told her about her mother's cousin Olivia, who was a basketball star at Foxbury Institute.

Hazel was happy to talk about her family - her parents, her sisters, her brother, all her in-laws and nieces and nephews - but not her wife. And she knew her friendship with Suri was dangerous. She wanted Suri all to herself and didn't want her wife to know anything about her.

As the snow melted beneath her jacket, Hazel would cloudgaze (even in Henford's mild, sunny winter climate) and imagine herself with Suri. Not Nicola.

She knew marriage counseling was the best course of action, but when she looked at Nicola, she didn't want to do it. When Suri entered her life, she could finally admit to herself what she'd tried to mask for years. Hazel was no longer attracted to her objectively beautiful wife, and no amount of counseling would bring her feelings back.

She grew increasingly careless in her time spent with Suri. She told Suri she wanted out, but conversations with Nicola these days always ended in tears. She didn't tell anyone what was going on because she knew they'd tell her to be better. To talk to Nicola, to end things with Suri before they went too far, to be a bigger person. She'd lost her will to care about any of it.

On Sportsball Sunday, Hazel wanted to go to the Gnome's Arms to watch the game. River had invited her to her childhood home, but Suri would be at the pub. She was getting ready to go when her girlfriend surprised her at home in the Bramblewood.

"What are you doing here? I was just leaving."

"I came to tell you my little cousin Jada heard at school that you and I are seeing each other."

Hazel froze. If kids at school were talking about Mrs. Moody-Nesbitt's wife having an affair, then... Sure enough, Nicola met them in the yard with a churlish grin.

"Oh good! You're both here, so I only need to get mad once before I forget either of you and leave while Hazel packs her things."

Hazel was quiet, letting Nicola unleash a torrent of disappointment at her affair. "It kills me Hazel. I wanted a family with you. It's all we talked about for years, but then I lost my dad and you cheated. And I found out at work, which is so embarrassing! My schedule was never the problem when it came to counseling. I worked the same schedule every day, I came home - you're the one who always had somewhere else to be."

Hazel was defeated and ready to leave, and she apologized for embarrassing her. "I shouldn't have been with Suri behind your back, but what are we really salvaging anymore, Nic? I'm sorry."

Nicola scowled. "Oh, you're done? Hazel, I already got the divorce papers from the courthouse. Sign them and get out of my house."

Though Nicola put on a confident facade while she took the initiative to end their union, they both left the marriage with regrets. They could have tried harder, if they were really meant to be. But more than anything, they could have waited to get married. Maybe then they'd never have married at all, and their differences wouldn't have been so hard to take.

And now, with the sunny weather betraying their broken hearts, Hazel Nesbitt and Nicola Moody-McMillan had shared their last cozy celebrations together.

How would each move on from here? ->

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The answers to that question! Nicola's next chapter begins here as a contestant on Dating Deanna, a reality TV series debuting in January by @changingplumbob, where dozens of contestants will compete for the heart of beautiful bachelorette Deanna York.

Hazel lives with the Nesbitt-Gordons for now, so we'll follow her story with Heather and her crew in Sims In Bloom!

This was hardly cozy, but I've written a couple surprise bonus posts for tomorrow/my Christmas Day that are much more fun, and they finish off the reward event with a lot less angst and drama!

NOTE: For the record, I believe in working on a marriage, but Hazel and Nicola's compatibility was awful once Lovestruck patched in. They truly grew apart, not at all together, and didn't have enough desire to put in the work to save their short-lived marriage. Then Hazel met Suri and they were flirty and got along so much better, so I figured she and Nicola might both be happier without each other and they divorced.

While Hazel has a potential someone, I was trying to think about what to do with Nicola when Dating Deanna was announced. I thought this was perfect because now I don't have to plot her next chapter, and if she doesn't win Deanna's heart she'll return with new lore and backstory to write for.

I know she has few fans these days and that's fine! But when she's with the right person and not cheated on (entering a bachelorette competition could really test her), Nicola will put in the work. She's too good and family oriented not to. Hazel, on the other hand, should possibly reckon with why she chose to cheat and not leave...

[luza-wayne]

drunk talk.

bokuto koutarou x reader

wc: 1.3k

i like the little hurt i felt, rereading this fufu. i remembered i posted this on one of my old tmblr acc. pls request to me, i'm begging T^T

you were woken up from your afternoon nap when you heard your phone went off continuously. you grumpily reached for it on the nightstand just beside the bed.

as if a spell was cast on you, your expression immediately lit up, when you saw the notification.

bokuto has been more expressive and more clingy this past week. he does things like staring at you while you do work and he'd always bring you sweets and flowers every time he came home.

just yesterday, he brought you another necklace.

though you want to know why he's like that, you don't mind it, in fact, you love it. that's why you make sure to show him how much you love him too.

you looked at the time on your phone and it's already quarter to five.

i guess i should clean up the house. you thought as you fixed your hair and stood up.

...

*ding dong* 

you were woken up from your slumber for the second time today when the sound of the doorbell rang throughout the living room of the house you shared with your boyfriend.

ah bad. i fell asleep while cleaning. 

you drowsily rubbed your eyes as you walked to the door, not minding the unfinished work.

you opened it and there was akaashi looking so done with his life, while your partner hanged on his left shoulder.

“akaashi, did he drink that much?” you said looking at him pitifully.

“yeah,” he stated. “...but he's acting weird today.”

you wanted to ask what he meant, but you told him to get in first to at least place bokuto on the couch and rest his shoulder.

he softly throws his previous captain on the couch as you take off bokuto's shoes. when you came back from putting the footwear on the shoe rack, you offered akaashi water.

“hey, what do you mean earlier?” you asked him, worried that bokuto might be having a problem.

“normally, he would be so energetic and loud, but today he just drank and drank. i immediately noticed it, that's why i didn't drink too much because i'm sure he'll be too drunk later on.” akaashi explained and chugged on the water you gave him.

you looked at bokuto and you noticed how troubled his expression is, even though he's sleeping.

“did he tell you anything?” you queried the editor who’s looking at bokuto.

“sadly, he passed out before i could ask him anything.” he sighed and fixed his glasses.

after you talked a bit to akaashi, he bid farewell to you, since he has work tomorrow. you sent him off while thanking him for looking out for the drunk guy on your couch.

you went to the bathroom after to get a bowl and towel to clean up bokuto. you crouched beside the couch and slowly took his arm.

you successfully wiped it, so went to the other arm. as you reached for it, you suddenly froze when he groaned.

“hm? who you?” he questioned looking at you suspiciously.

here it is again. every time bokuto is drunk, he always fails to recognize anyone. anyone. 

“ah. i was with akaashi. you're akaashi, right?” he wanted to confirm, but you just smiled at him and offered him water, but he refused.

he turned his body to the side, he's facing the backrest of the couch and his arm dangled on the edge of it.

“akaashi…” he called even though akaashi's not there.

you just decided to go along with it, hoping you'd catch something funny that you can tell him tomorrow once he comes to his senses.

“yes?” you answered, putting a low tone to your voice.

“i want to ask you something.” he said, not moving from his current position.

“what is it?”

“i don't know what to do.” 

“about what? tell me.” you listened to him intently.

is he going to talk about what's bothering him?

“actually, i love (y/n)...” you replied with a hum.  “but…” he refutes.

but?

he changed his position again and now he's facing the ceiling with his arms covering his eyes. this is the first time you saw him this serious while drunk.

“i love her, but i don't love her.” he whispered and bit his lips.

“what?” you were unsure whether you heard it right or not.

i must’ve misheard it, but i’m pretty sure i didn’t. what is he talking about?

“what do you mean?” you let go of the towel accidentally making it land on the bowl, splashing water on its surroundings.

“what i mean is that i'm not feeling the same way as before. i love (y/n), but it's not the same love i'm feeling from before.” he said, his lips were quivering and his voice was a bit shaky.

“i'm trying, akaashi. i'm trying to bring back the love. i’m doing the things i did when we were still new to the relationship. i'm hoping the love would come back, but…” a tear fell on the side of his eyes, down to his ears. 

“what if it doesn't come back?” his voice was getting quieter and quieter.

“what if my love for her fades away?” he sobs.

you just stood there looking at him talking. a lot of information came in at once, it seems like your mind can't keep up.

he doesn't feel the same anymore? so the reason he's been extra sweet lately is that he wanted to revive his feelings for me? 

you let out a laugh and comb your hair with your fingers.

“what are you laughing for, akaashi?” he fixed his position, sat on his butt and looked up at you, even though his eyes were still blurry.

“nothing. it's just, (y/n) thought nothing of it when you were extremely sweet and clingy, though she loves it, now she feels like shit knowing what was the reason.” you tried to finish what you were saying, while also trying to keep the tears from falling.

he confusedly looked at you. you cleared your throat and clenched your hand.

“why don't you just tell her the truth? that you've already fallen out of love?” he lowered his head and placed both of his hands on the sides of his head.

“but, i promised her forever.”

he said, vocals almost inaudible, because of how shaky it is. anyone who can see him right now, can tell that what he's showing right now is what he really feels deep inside him.

“i promised that to her, and i still don't want her to be sad.” he clasped both of his hands.

“but you shouldn't lead me on that you're still mine because that hurts much more thinking all your i love you's are genuine, but it isn't. it’s not love, if you’re faking it.” 

you sighed heavily, you felt as if your legs lost all their power, you suddenly wanted to sit down. you did, but on the floor right in front of your boyfriend.

you looked at him while cries and worried about what to do with himself for minutes and minutes.

it seems like he sobered up. 

you smiled weakly and reached for his cheeks. you noticed how he melted into it, now you know that he's really back to his senses.

“babe…?” he muttered and looked at you. 

you saw how his eyes showed terror now that he'd realized that the one he's talking to all the time was you and not akaashi.

“b-babe, i—” he held your hand that was on his face, but you pulled it out of his grip.

you nodded slowly, smiling at him.

“shh. it's okay. we can talk about it tomorrow. you should take a rest for now.” you said and walked towards your guy's room, refusing to let even a drop of tear fall in front of him.

bokuto watched as you took each step. what he's feeling right now doesn't seem right. 

it is as if you're walking away from him for good, but he feels like he should run after you. 

but, shouldn't he feel that way if he had already fallen out of love, right?

thank you so much for reading! reblogs would much appreciated!

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[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 7

Hello! It was a bit of a rough morning for me with the hate I got earlier. Maybe I could have worded it nicer, but I'm tired of gatekeepers that think everything ever has to be canon inspired, but if you have a difference of opinion about what is canon then them you're delusional.

And then my son nearly fainted at his school singing program this afternoon. He got sent home yesterday due to being over emotional at school (couldn't stop crying), but we thought it was just a bad mental health day. Apparently not.

So it was a little hard wanting to post today, even though I have a backlog of 15 chapters across 5 stories because I was feeling overly emotional.

So I hope you enjoy a little bit of sexy times for our boys. I told you I'd bring Eddie back sooner, rather than later.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  

18+ Under the Cut

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Eddie was in his room trying to nail down the bridge on a song he was writing when he heard a small scratching noise at the front door. He set his guitar aside and listened closely.

There it was again.

He wasn’t expecting anyone today. He got up warily and was at the door in an instant. He looked through the peephole and huffed out a laugh.

He opened the door and leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed.

“You barely left me last night and you’re already at my door step again?” he teased.

There was that wolfie laugh Eddie adored so much.

“Come on in before the twins next door think you’re a doggy to play with and chase you all over the trailer park.”

Steve laughed again and Eddie shook his head, moving to the side to let his boyfriend in.

Steve shifted back to human and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck loosely. “Hey baby.”

Eddie purred. “Hey, sweetheart.”

Even though he knew that Steve being naked wasn’t a sexual thing, it didn’t stop him from grabbing that beautiful bare ass anyway.

He dived into Steve’s lips kissing and licking his way into that perfect mouth.

Steve’s arms tightened around Eddie’s neck, grinding against the hard planes his body. He wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist and let him carry him into the bedroom.

He kicked the door closed and proceeded to have his wicked way with him.

Once they had come several times and had finally wore themselves out, Eddie rolled over on his back and huffed out a laugh.

“I know you didn’t just come over to fuck,” he said, throwing his arm over his eyes, “so what’s the real reason for the visit?”

Steve laughed. “You are very distracting, you know?”

Eddie grinned. “It’s that ass, baby. I just can’t get enough.”

“That’s fair,” Steve said. He rolled over on his side to look at him. “You know how it was Josh’s first day with the pack?”

Eddie immediately straightened up and looked down at Steve. “Yeah? How did that go?”

“He’s a good kid and I don’t think we’ll have any problem with him,” Steve hummed.

“But...” Eddie asked, tilting his head forward.

Steve sat up and wrapped one arm around his knees. “When you were growing up did you have any days where the teachers would talk about supernatural kind? But not like on days the supernatural kids would be there?”

Eddie sat up too and frowned. He thought hard. “You know, now that you mention it, there were days like that. It was straight up bullshit, so I never really paid attention...” His eyes went wide. “Shit you don’t think that’s why Jason and them went apeshit, do you? The shit they were learning about on moon days?”

Steve bit his lip. “I don’t know. It worries me that they’re getting anything like that at all.”

Eddie nodded. “I don’t know of anyone who’s not supernatural, not anymore.”

Steve lifted his head. “Yes you do. The drummer of your band, what was it called, Carrion Coffin or something?”

“Corroded Coffin,” Eddie gently corrected.

“That’s the one,” Steve said, snapping his fingers. “I know Jeff is a vampire like you and Brian is some other supernatural being...”

“Siren,” Eddie said, rubbing his chin. “I’ve always suspected Gareth might be a supe of some sort, but I could never confirm it.”

“But if he’s still going to school,” Steve said hopefully, “and not allowed to take moon days off due to whatever kind of supe he is, then he might be able to do some recon for us.”

Eddie nodded. “I have band practice tomorrow, I’ll ask. Maybe Brian remembers something, too.”

Steve sagged in relief. “Thanks sweetheart. I appreciate it. If the schools are indoctrinating kids against supes that might explain the rise in hunters over the last few decades.”

“Leading to whatever the hell it was that happened to you...” Eddie said thoughtfully.

“Yeah, because why a cross?” Steve said. “Crosses are vampire lore, not werewolf.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “I’ll talk to Wayne about it when he gets home. Maybe he can get more out of Patrick and Jason tomorrow, too.”

“Thanks, Eds,” Steve murmured. “That’s weight off my mind.”

Eddie grinned. “Now where were we?”

Steve laughed and then tackled his boyfriend back to his bed. He straddled Eddie’s waist. “You are insatiable, you know that?”

Eddie snapped his jaws at Steve playfully. “You love it.”

Steve moved up enough so that Eddie’s cock caught on Steve’s taint, causing Eddie to gasp.

“Oh, so that how you want to play it, pretty boy,” he growled, slowly pushing Steve backwards onto his cock until Steve bottomed out.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve whined. “I love the way you fill me.”

Eddie lifted him up and then snapped him back down his cock. “I love the way you look when you’re stuffed with my dick, sweetheart. I love the whimpering mess you become when I fuck you so hard. But you’re on top this time, so show me what you’ve got.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”

He started off slow, allowing the drag of Eddie’s cock to come almost all the way out before slamming back down onto his hips.

“Like that, Stevie,” Eddie said his voice husky with desire. “Just. Like. That.”

Steve nodded. He kept up the slow pace, grinding up and down, touching his throat, his chest, his stomach, his thighs, everywhere but his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie cooed. “You putting on a show for me?”

Steve nodded, biting down on his lip. He ran his fingers through his hair and then back down his body.

Eddie was about to explode from the sight alone. His last ounce of control snapped and he flipped them over.

Steve let out a gasp of surprise. “Too much for you, rockstar?”

“Not even close to being enough, sweet cheeks,” he growled and then starting railing him hard and fast.

Soon Steve was spilling on his belly as he watched Eddie chase his own release.

Moments later Eddie was stock still as he filled Steve, his eyelashes fluttered shut and his breath came out in a shuddering sigh.

They were drenched in sweat, Steve was covered in come, and they both panted for breath.

Eddie slipped out and flopped on the bed next to Steve. “Fuck, I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

Steve giggled. “Supernatural sex tends to be better because we have better stamina, strength, and flexibility then humans do.”

Eddie rolled on his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “Despite what this town thinks I was no blushing virgin coming into this relationship, babe. I’ve been with human, siren, and werewolf–” Steve opened his mouth to ask but Eddie held up his hand, “no one you know, I promise. This is at a supernatural bar in Indy. But I have never had sex like when I’m with you. It makes all the noise in my head fade to the background.”

Steve smiled. “I’m glad. And of course I’m completely gone on you, too, you know. I don’t it’s the type of supe you are that makes being with you so easy, the sex so good. It’s you.”

Eddie smiled dopeyly at Steve as he watched his boyfriend get up and head for the showers.

He cleaned up the bed and got dressed again. He was back working on the bridge he was working on before Steve came around, but this time with added clarity.

“Sounding good, Eds,” Steve said when he came back in.

Eddie grinned up at him. “Maybe I should have sex with you every time I’m stumped writing, I mean it about the clearing my head.”

Steve leaned down and gave him a kiss. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Eddie giggled. “Go on, pretty alpha boy. Your pack awaits.”

Steve laughed, skipping away lightly.

He opened the door and then transformed, leaping down the stairs. He tore down the road and Eddie just shook his head fondly as he shut the door behind his boyfriend.

*

Steve loved his wolf form. It was two-toned unlike most of his pack. The dark brown of his upper pelt and honey color of his muzzle, legs, and belly made him look more like an oversized friendly dog most of the time.

It made it easier to walk the streets of Hawkins without people batting an eye at him.

There were those that recognized him on sight, of course. But they never called him by his name, they always called out, “Sandy!”

Which always made him laugh.

“Hey, Sandy!” Mr Thacher called from his tire shop as Steve loped by.

Steve barked his hello and continued on way.

A little boy spotted him and Steve patiently sat still as he buried his face into Steve’s fur until his dad tugged on his hand to make him come with.

“Not now, Charlie,” his admonished. “You have a dentist appointment.”

Charlie sighed and allowed himself to be led away with a mournful, “Bye puppy.”

He finally got to the mayor’s office and grabbed the robe waiting by the door. He went into the bathroom and came out with the robe wrapped around his naked form.

Lucy, Major Roberts’s secretary, shook her head. “It’s damn shame that Mayor Roberts put that robe there for you.”

Steve laughed. “You just like looking at my ass.”

She pretended to be affronted. “Darling, it’s your thighs!”

Steve laughed again. “Is he able to see me right now?”

She nodded. “I’ll buzz you in.”

“Mr Harrington!” Mayor Roberts greeted, standing up to shake his hand. “What an unexpected pleasure, how can I be of service?”

Steve sat down and told him everything Josh had told him and his discussion with Eddie about the possibility of anti-supernatural rhetoric being taught in the schools.

Mayor Roberts nodded. “I was aware there was extra-curricular subjects being taught on moon days, as the teachers can’t teach their subject to only half their class. But I don’t think I ever thought about what was being taught.”

Steve nodded. “If we can find the source here in Hawkins maybe we can get it changed on a national level.”

“Thereby stopping the rise of hunters in the country,” Mayor Roberts agreed. “I’ll look into it. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

Steve nodded again. “Of course. Thank you for your time.”

They shook hands and Steve was slipping through the door as wolf, the robe carefully carried in his jaw.

Lucy laughed. “Sneak!” she teased.

Steve put the robe back on the hook and looked at her innocently.

Mayor Roberts laughed. “He got you good there, Lucy.”

She shook her head. “Yeah, yeah.”

And with that Steve slipped out of the mayor’s office and back out onto the street.

He shook himself off and the broke into a run. He had a lot to think about but first he had one more stop to make.

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[readilyred]

Patch Me Up ✧⁠

• Mafia boss's son x Doctor!GN!Reader

• Hello! It's my first time writing and posting something lol. Hope you enjoy!

You were bored. Extremely bored.

You thought that working as a doctor for the mafia would be more... busy. More bruises, cuts and broken bones for you to fix, it's why you joined in the first place. But as you've come to find out, members of the mafia aren't just some wannabes in back alleys who are always looking for a fight but instead professionals who have perfected the art of violence.

You sighed, what was the point of you joining if no one's getting hurt? You just spend your days wandering around HQ and sometimes chatting with the boss, who has taken a liking to you since the day you saved him, but that's a story for another time. You groaned, plopping down on the medical bed and pulling out your phone, you had nothing else to do anyway. You were just about to beat the level 487 of candy crush when you heard voices outside your clinic. You stood up and approached the door when it suddenly flew open.

The boss dragged a young man, who had bloodied fists and a bruise on his cheek, by the ear into your clinic. The two of them were yelling at each other when you coughed to get their attention. You glanced at the clock, "Good afternoon sir, who's the patient behind you?" The boss sighed, pulling the young man in front of him "My son, moron ran off and got into a fight, do be a dear and fix this idiot up will you?" the young man rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, refusing to look at you "I don't need help, old man". The boss hit the back of his head, earning a hiss from the young man "Don't call me an old man," The boss glanced at you "I'll leave this to you (Y/N)" then he left hurriedly.

"The boss is busy isn't he?" You chuckled, you motioned the bed behind you "Do take a seat, name's (Y/N) by the way" the guy reluctantly sat down "Killian" he gritted out. You pulled out your supply of medical supplies "Hold out your hands for me yeah?".

As you fixed Killian up, he (surprisingly) initiated some conversation... If you consider asking you questions in random bursts and staring at your face for an uncomfortably long time a conversation. "How old are you?" then a long pause, "What's your favorite color" then another pause. This weird interaction went on until you finished tending to his wounds. You stretched your arms when you were done "You're all set, you shouldn't use your hands too much or touch the bruise so that they'll heal quicker". Killian stood up and hurriedly walked towards the door before pausing and scratching the back of his neck "...Thanks" and then he left.

✧⁠*⁠。

Like always, you were lounging in your clinic dejectedly. The only person you treated this last week was just Killian, no one else came to your clinic after. Just then, you heard the door click open.

"Hello~ what do you ne- Killian? Did you get hurt again?" You went over to him, moving around him and checking for injuries. Killian on the other hand looked... flustered? You noticed his reddening face and pressed a hand to his forehead "Are you sick? Do you have a fever?"

Killian clicked his tongue, turning his head to the side "I'm not sick" He scratched his neck "...Here. I don't like owing people" He pulled out a small box. You took it and opened it, inside was a piece of jewelry that you mentioned to him in your awkward interaction a few days earlier, it even had a gem that was your favorite color. You stood frozen for a little bit before giving him a smile "...You didn't have to-" "Just take it, I already said I don't like owing people" Killian turned on his heel and walked out... but not before you catch a glimpse of his ears flushed red.

✧⁠*⁠。Feel free to give constructive criticism :P

[pain-in-the-butler]

How was the rest of the Kuroshitsuji panel? I'm curious lol

I'm so glad you asked! I was actually planning to make a post on this regardless of interest, so it's convenient that someone will actually already be curious to hear lol. Here is the long version of what happened at the panel:

Before CDawgVA, the directors, and Daisuke Ono came out onstage, they had a hype man going around and interviewing cosplayers in the audience/giving them random Crunchyroll prizes. He would ask the cosplayers to tell him something about their costume. My favorites were the Sebastian who cut their wig just that morning and the Ciel who left their neck bow at home, so they improvised one out of tissues and it actually looked pretty good. Here's my picture of it on the big screen:

I guess I'm an outlier who never watched a CDawgVA video, so seeing him in person was actually my first time seeing him ever. He seemed like a nice guy and happy to be there, I can see why people like him. He did a pretty good job inviting the guests onstage and asking them questions -

Producer Yoshito Ito and director Kenjirou Okada both received applause when they came out, but the crowd fuckin exploded for Daisuke Ono. He clearly has a lot of experience in working a room, he did a little theatrical bow when he walked out, and I think he said "yes, my lord" or something like that, I don't remember exactly. I'm actually not much of a fan of his, but I still joined everyone else in cheering loudly for him -

All the guests spoke Japanese and as far as I could tell the translator did a really good job up there, he was quick on the draw every time. I could tell the fan next to me spoke some Japanese and he seemed to think it was accurate -

To break the ice, CDawg asked the three panelists about what they thought of Los Angeles. I can't remember what the director and producer said, but Ono went to see a Lakers game and had a good time even though they lost -

Then CDawg (do people call him that or Connor? I actually don't know, sorry if I sound like a pleb) said that because Sebastian likes cats so much, he wonders if any of the panelists would like to have a cat. I believe it was Okada who said he had a cat two years ago when he lived with his parents, but when he moved out, his mother told him "The cat is staying here." Ito said he would rather have a dog, and Ono said he would also prefer a dog, but he would definitely name the dog "Sebastian" -

The panel was scheduled to be under an hour, so I was kind of glad when CDawg moved on from the goofy questions and asked about the anime. Ito and Okada talked about location scouting a little bit in England. They said the oddest thing for them was how there weren't mountains and that they could see the horizon even when they weren't near water. They said if they hadn't actually visited England, they probably would have put mountains around Weston...... -

CDawg also asked them about the food (and apologized for its taste before they could answer lol). Ito and Okada said that they enjoyed the fish and chips, but were surprised that afternoon tea did not live up to the hype. They didn't like the scones with clotted cream, which surprised CDawg, who said "clotted cream is the only good food we have" lmao -

Ito and Okada also talked about how they initially turned down an offer to make a new season, supposedly because they didn't think they could hold a candle to the earlier seasons. They said they later changed their minds when they realized that there were still fans of the series who wanted to see what came next. I personally don't buy that answer, but not for any reason other than it sounds fake. Maybe there's some truth to it (maybe) -

They also talked about how they really went into the Public School arc hoping to create something that felt different from the previous seasons. That was interesting to me, because it didn't really feel like that's what they were going for when I watched it, but okay I guess they were -

Ono said the most exciting thing for him about working on the Public School arc was that he was granted permission to give a more emotional performance this time. He believes that Ciel and Sebastian's experience fighting Undertaker on the Campania was a turning point in their relationship and that it changed the way he voiced Sebastian. He really did seem pleased with this fact, though it seemed to me that he could not remember Book of Atlantic very well lol—but that could have simply been due to the way the translator referred to it as "that cruise ship" -

I think that was when they took another little break to play a game CDawg came up with where the panelists had to guess what a few words in British slang meant. The first was the Welsh word "cwtch". We weren't supposed to take pictures but your girl took one anyway

"Cwtch" is pronounced "cootch" and CDawg said "Here's a hint: when you see Ciel, you want to give him a cwtch." Through no fault of the Welsh, CDawg clearly picked this word to sound like an innuendo, and some people in the audience were shouting "Kiss? Kiss?" I can't remember who, but either Ito or Okada's guess was something the translator apparently "Couldn't say out loud" with the impression that their guess was sexually inappropriate? Ono and the remaining director/producer guessed the word "hug" which was close: "cwtch" means "cuddle." It was such a bizarre moment, I stg when will we stop making sexual jokes about this child character. That includes you, Yana 🫵 -

The next word CDawg had everyone guess was "chuffed", with a picture of young Vincent celebrating his cricket victory. The hint was "you feel this after you win a cricket match." Both Ito and Okada correctly guessed "happy" and Ono guessed "like you want to drink a beer." CDawg said that that was truly in the spirit of English culture -

After that we got the Green Witch trailer, which was another bizarre moment, this time for the reason that we saw no new animation and we basically knew it was coming. Still, the audience went wild and it was fun to experience it together. We also got the 2025 release date so I guess that's cool -

Next, Ito and Okada talked about the upcoming season a little bit. The only thing of note that I can recall is that they said they weren't going location scouting this time because Sieglinde's village wasn't a real place. However, they said they planned to take a lot of inspiration from the manga itself. These points struck me as disheartening and obvious in turn, but I guess at least they were honest -

Ono said he was excited to give a darker performance this time around. He also said, mostly likely to drum up the crowd, that he was a little nervous but that he could do anything with "Ciel" (Maaya Sakamoto) by his side, and yes the audience did eat it up with more applause -

After that, CDawg raffled off what looked to be a drawing of Sebastian, possibly by Yumi Shimizu, signed by Daisuke Ono. They had given us these tickets before the panel started and the person with the winning number got the prize. Shockingly, I did not win -

Next someone came and took a picture of the panelists and the audience in the background, then Daisuke Ono did this thing where he waved at everyone and got us to wave with him, and finally the panel ended after roughly fifty minutes

Overall, I give the event a 6/10. We didn't have a lot of time, so I understood that they couldn't go too in-depth and that they wanted to keep it lighthearted too, but I personally would have appreciated some more interesting information on season 4 or something juicy about season 5. As it was, it felt like a lot of what we learned was entirely unsurprising. But it was nice of everyone to come all the way from Japan and the UK, and I guess it's kind of cool to say I've seen Daisuke Ono live now, even though he's only my third favorite Sebastian. My expectations were low, I went just to say I was there, and what I mainly gained was a bit of whimsical joy at being in a room full of Kuro fans, which is no bad prize at all.

[bambi-kinos]

I really enjoy your meta and look forward to more mclennon analysis. Out of curiosity, you mentioned that you think they started being physical in 1964 - is there a reason why that year specifically? Personally, I've always thought they started sleeping together in 1963, and my reasoning for that is they seem much closer in videos/photos, not to mention it was the year they "broke through", so to speak.

Would love to hear your thoughts on that!

Hmm well I guess it depends on how they, and we, define their sex life. John and Paul were sexually intimate starting since they were teenagers because John brought Paul into the group wanks. (tbh it's a miracle Paul didn't brain John with something heavy thanks to all that Winston Churchilling.) There's really no telling how it progressed from there, anything is possible with these two. Until Paul tells us the details (and I do not put it past him) then he and John could have been hooking up at literally any point in their relationship. When I think of them getting physical with each other, I'm thinking of them getting each other off with intent and purpose, and considering the style of the time this would mean penetration. Everything else can be handwaved away.

I pick 1964 because of this post: https://www.tumblr.com/got-ticket-to-ride/739464905120497664/its-the-anniversary-day-of-john-and-paul-in-paris?source=share

It's just something about it, y'know. John and Paul are in their city. They stayed up all night and well into the morning and then slept deep into the afternoon, almost evening. And then as GTTR says, "And then they emerge from their hotel room looking like a newlywed couple."

Well, there's just a certain satisfaction radiating off them isn't there?

But I do see your point: why wouldn't they be hooking up earlier? Why wouldn't it escalate physically before this? Why would they wait until Paris 1964?

I have a few reasons, they are admittedly flimsy but since we are all just making shit up then it's fine, right?

Julian was born in 1963. I've read bits and pieces of Beatles 1963 by Rees and that book is full of little chunks about John running home to see Cynthia and the baby (usually not even for a full night/day because he was so busy.) Their schedule is also packed, they are constantly on the move especially during the night because this is where they had to start being smuggled out of theaters and such. So I genuinely think that John and Paul did not have the time or the space to have sex with each other. I know I am saying this when they had time to hook up with groupies between shows but considering who John and Paul are, and what they mean to one another, I just struggle to imagine them acting that way with one another. They would want to take their time with one another and get it right. They're hopeless romantics at heart, they're both deeply enamored with the idea of "you're special, you're different" so I genuinely think they would want to take their time with each other physically and do it right. I don't think they had that time in 1963 with the way they're running all over the UK.

Then there's the Absolute State of John and Paul's relationship in 1963. Remember that the halcyon days of Paris are way in the rearview mirror at this point. In 1962 Stuart died, Cynthia got pregnant, and John had to get married to save her reputation. I can't imagine Paul reacting well to any of this though I'm sure he put his cheery stoic mask on. Then in 1963, Julian is born. Barcelona happens and John seduces Brian to get the songwriting credit that he wanted and screws Paul out of their deal. Considering this is something Paul is still angry about to this day, I can't imagine how he blew his fucking top at John when he found out that May:

I don't think Paul was in the mood for any hooking up in 1963. John has a baby with a woman, is married, then he fucks off to have a gay experience with their manager and then when he comes back he's screwed Paul's side of the business on the downlow? I would be on the fucking six o' clock news lmao, John would not have escaped my wrath. It's really no wonder Paul made a specific point of hooking up with Jane Asher isn't it? He was making a point to John specifically and John seethed about it.

However I do think that something happened in 1963 that healed the rift in the Lennon-McCartney relationship:

Paul got sick from the gastric flu and he fainted dead away in the dressing room. John was very upset and was seen pacing the room when the doctor arrived to check on Paul. This is how we know that Paul actually fainted for real, if he was just feeling feverish John would be concerned but maybe not like that. @james-winston has a pair of really fantastic posts about the aftermath of the fainting incident that I have taken as gospel and I fully apply this to any McLennon analysis I write about this period. The key point though is this:

I have a headcanon that Paul being sick caused something to happen between John and Paul that left them both feeling awkward around each other. I don't think it is was sexual, I think it was more likely that John (who thought he was cursed to have all the men he loved die on him) was afraid something might happen to Paul, and reacted emotionally to it.

This all took place in November, after the Wooler thing, after the burn from Barcelona has had a chance to soften, after they both have had time to get used to the idea that Julian exists and has a place in their lives now. I think this was enough to mend things between them. And you know what else happened the night Paul fainted? Brian secured The Beatles their spot on Ed Sullivan:

So once Brian comes back and tells them the news, John and Paul flip right back into the honeymoon phase. The wounds of the past are forgotten (for now) and they're right back in each other's pockets. I think it's around this time period that Paul was taking photos that now make up Eye of the Storm.

TBH I can imagine John and Paul hooking up at this date. If someone looked at this and said "well this looks like a prelude to sweet love making to me" then that's perfectly reasonable. There's some suggestive photos in Eye of the Storm where Paul is taking John's picture from what looks to be a bathtub while John makes faces at him. It could have been then, absolutely.

But I like the idea that Paul wanted to wait until the next year. 1963 was rough on all of them and he and John are both big on getting new starts. Wait for 1964 to roll around. Brian says we're going to Paris in February. I can wait until then.

And just this once, it was worth it.

[deermouth]

Alright, time for an Anthesteria wrap-up. I've never done a summary like this before, but I think it'll be nice as part of a sort of decompression from the past few days.

I observed this holiday later than most this year because I wanted to take advantage of the 3 day weekend. As my worship and practice are largely solo at this point in my life, it all worked out.

First order of business on Friday afternoon (Pithogia) was a general cleaning and rearranging of my altar to its festival arrangement. My statue of Dionysos was bedecked with a devotional bead chain I made some years back.

Later on in the evening, I took a ritual bath. At the altar, I also ritually purified myself and the ritual-space with khernips (I know this is a matter of debate amongst worshippers, but I generally use khernips for festival rituals, and did so each of the three days--whereas I go to the trouble less often in daily worship). Prayer was made to Dionysos. I offered food to the Olympians from my meal, placed flowers upon the altar (vase is by a local artist, I think I mentioned it last year, I love boob vase), poured a libation of water-mixed wine, and burned incense. Pithogia is for me the most light-hearted of the days three days, so I mostly spent the evening listening to music and relaxing.

On Khoes, I collected some grapevine from my yard to make a crown (not pictured), and snowmelt to use for this evening's mixed wine libation. I took a second ritual bath later in the day. The altar on this day was decorated with a mask I got while visiting New Orleans this summer. The second day--as it tends to--got a little more intense for me--physically and mentally--in ways I'm not going to detail all of here. I will note that I wrote and read some of my own devotional poetry (miiiight publish some of it here at a later date after some polishing; we'll see), as well as seeking out prayer by others that calls upon the tradition of the ritual marriage to Dionysos. Offerings were food (burned), mixed wine, and incense. I consumed some wine on both this and the previous day, but I am trying to move towards a period of sobriety right now, and some of my prayer reflected that.

I did remember to soak grains for koliva before going to bed on Saturday. On Sunday, for Khytrai, I removed (and covered with another altar cloth) most signifiers of the theoi, leaving only an amethyst for Dionysos Khthonios, adding pyrite for Hermes Khthonios/Psykopompos (this is UPG as far as I know--the "fools gold" association with Hermes is very fun, to me), and the plant, which is dedicated to Hera but which I didn't move basically because it's winter and I try to upset my plants as little as possible. Other additions to the altar were some mementos of late family members, and a trans flag. I offered koliva as a funerary food, unburnt, along with snowmelt-mixed wine again (and incense, but mostly just because it's Nice). I performed the ritual part of my day earlier than the two previous, because I wanted it to take place right at dusk, a transitional time. Prayers were to Hermes Khthonios/Psykopompos and chthonic aspects of Dionysos, as well as to the beloved dead, honoring especially the trans and disabled people who came before us. It's also my late father's birthday today (Monday) so, although he had no interest in religion or afterlife, I made space for him in my prayers for my own sake.

Anthesteria is my favorite holiday, but I'm really glad I decided to observe it during a time period where I had an additional day off to process my feelings. As a solo worshipper, nothing got too wild, but Dionysos is all about intensity, of course, so I'm still glad for the breathing room. The one thing I did today, post-Khytrai was ask my Rider-Waite what I needed, right now, to learn from the dead, and I'm pretty sure the answer is, lovingly, "It is always going to be scary and made difficult by people in power, but it is what you need, so get off your ass, stop making excuses, and restart steps toward medical/legal transition." And that's that, I guess.

[heartstopper-tword]

A/N: I'm baaaaack :) Sorry for the lack of posting for the past couple of months. I've been locked out of my account and have been busy with school and dance. Here's a little drabble for you all!

Prompt #29 - "I just want to help you relax."

Find the list of prompts here!

Sweet Afternoon Giggles and Relaxation

The sound of the school bell ringing at the end of the day was like a breath of fresh air for everyone at Truham. Charlie especially was ready to get out of the building as fast as he could. He and Nick had planned on heading to their special spot at the local park - under the big oak tree - as soon as the day had ended, Nick insisting that Charlie needed time off from stressing out about school. Of course, Charlie had denied being stressed in the first place, though he knew his argument was useless, especially since Nick had learned how to read him like a book. He couldn't hide how he felt from his boyfriend.

The two in question walked hand in hand down the path leading to the park, whispering and giggling along the way. Nick had an arm wrapped around Charlie's waist, refusing to let Charlie move even a foot away from him. Charlie had definitely noticed, and couldn't fight the blush from his face whenever Nick would squeeze him closer into his side. How had he gotten so lucky with someone so perfect?

"You look tense." Nick commented to the younger boy as they laid out their blanket on the shady patch of grass underneath the tree. He sat down, staring up at him. "Like, really tense."

Charlie rubbed the back of his neck, wincing. "Yeah. I... I haven't slept much recently. I've been busy."

"Busy getting ahead of everyone else on your school work?" Nick smirked, a knowing look in his eye.

Charlie chuckled a bit, sitting down next to him. "Yeah."

"Well..." Nick grabbed his elbow, tugging him gently so he would topple over into his lap, "Why don't you take a nap then?"

"Right here? Now?"

"Why not?"

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna help you get to sleep." Nick said, his hand running through Charlie's dark curls. "You need it, Charlie. I can tell you're exhausted."

Charlie hummed, his eyes closing at the calming sensation. "You don't mind?"

"I just want to help you relax."

Nick's hand moved down a bit, running down his back, and Charlie sighed. "Fine. But only for an hour. I've got to get back home for dinner."

"Of course."

And that was that; Charlie laid in his boyfriend's lap, the older boy massaging over his back and carding his fingers through his hair soothingly, for what seemed like forever.

That was, until Nick's hand moved a bit too close to his ribs, and Charlie let out a squeak in surprise, arching his back. He felt Nick's fingers still completely, almost uncertain to continue.

"Char?"

"I'm sorry, it's just- your hand, it-" Charlie felt his cheeks burning, even more than earlier. "Never mind. You can keep going."

"Okay..."

Nick started his movements again once Charlie had settled his head back down in his lap, and the silence resumed.

But Nick couldn't stop thinking about Charlie's reaction just then. What was that? He had originally been afraid he might of hurt him somehow, but Charlie didn't seem to be in any sort of pain at all. Especially since he thought Charlie would've let him know any sore spots to avoid in the first place.

Curiously, he slowly trailed his fingers back over to his ribs, and-

"Agh! Nihick!"

Oh. Oh.

"Charlie..." Nick's face broke into a bright grin, inwardly melting at the boy who was currently trying to hide his face in his arms. "Are you ticklish?"

"No!" The response was instinct, and Charlie knew he had answered way too quickly and way too loud to be believable. He knew Nick knew the answer already.

"You're not? So if I do this it wouldn't bother you?" Nick pinched at his ribs, and Charlie immediately shrieked, trying to roll off his lap, but Nick's other arm kept him in place. "Nick, stohohop!"

"Absolutely not. This is fucking adorable. And you need to relax, anyways."

"I thought you were gonna let me sleeheeheep!" Charlie whined in between giggles, squealing when Nick moved down to his hips and squeezed.

"Later I will. In case you haven't noticed, my plans have changed." Nick couldn't help but inwardly swoon over how cute Charlie looked at that moment, trying to shove at his chest and squirm away as bubbly laughter poured out of his mouth all the while. It was absolutely heartwarming, and as long as he could keep him happy and laughing, he wasn't sure if he'd ever stop.

But when he did eventually let up on his attack, Charlie couldn't stop the residual giggles from escaping him as he and Nick laid back on the blanket together, Nick's arms still wrapped around him tightly.

"You're evil," Charlie told him, his head resting on his chest, and he felt Nick chuckle underneath him. "I know. Don't think I'm not going to do that again, though."

Charlie only responded with a flustered whimper, and Nick grinned, his fingers finding their way back to his curls.

It didn't take long for Charlie to doze off, and Nick laid with him contentedly, caressing his hair, watching the clouds go by above them as he wondered how on earth he got so lucky with a boy like him.

[btr-rewatch]

Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 18: “Big Time Concert” (Part 2)

Highlights: Everything falls apart.

When we last left Big Time Rush, James had just been devoured by the crowd of screaming fans at Dak Zevon's concert training session. He's eventually tossed back onto the stage disheveled and underwear-less. The rest of the training goes great.

The boys are forced to sing as they run home, and as they do, we catch sight of George Hawk, Gustavo's arch-enemy who we fist met in "Big Time Sparks." He's back and more determined than ever to bring Gustavo down.

After a montage of the guys gradually perfecting their concert performing abilities, we end with some praise and expectedly unhinged words from Griffin.

I love their reactions to him. Not one of them knows how to digest that information. Look at Kendall's face.

Griffin then breaks some bad news: the album and tour are canceled. The band is too risky and not feasible.

Bummer.

Instead, Rocque Records will be focusing its energy on children's audio books. The band is dead. No, but for REAL this time. Not like the dozen other times the band was in jeopardy this season.

Back at the Palm Woods, Katie is upset that all her time spent making merchandise has been for nothing. Carlos (always the sweetheart) offers to take a hat, and I love the exchange that follows.

Meanwhile, James has locked himself in the bathroom and is down to the last frayed shreds of his unraveling sanity.

Down at the pool, Kendall and Logan are saying goodbye to their respective girlfriends, and can I just say how much I dig their color-coordinated outfits in this scene?

Kendall can't find the words to say to Jo, though, because he's "not good at goodbyes." Which reminds me of earlier in the season, in the dance episode, where Jo was angry at Kendall for not asking her to be his date (because he just assumed they were already dating and didn't need to say anything).

Kendall is a master at pep talks, but his communication skills when it comes to romantic relationships sure is lousy. Huh. Wonder why.

glances at Mr. Knight.

Kendall and Jo share their first (and last) kiss, Camille slaps Logan goodbye, and then the gang heads back to Minnesota. Obsessed with the fact that they're dropped off (piles of boxes and all) in front of the grocery store. Like. Why?? Also, the fact that Kendall's boss immediately tosses an apron at him and tells him to take the afternoon shift is hysterical and ridiculous. Also! Look how teeny-tiny Mama Knight looks standing next to Kendall and James.

James is suddenly hit with the reality of the situation and storms off screaming. We then go to Rocque Records, where Ed Begley Jr. is doing his recording of "Can You Foo?" (this scene used to crack my sister and I up)

Kelly points out that Gustavo never even said goodbye to the boys. He's not good at goodbyes either.

Has anyone ever written up a post about the parallels between Kendall and Gustavo's personalities and how it impacts their relationship? Because. There's a lot there.

Over at the grocery store, Kendall is trying to rally the guys and push everyone to move on with their lives. He tells Logan to work toward his dream of being a doctor and promises Carlos they'll work on fine-tuning his dream (to be hit by a radioactive meteor and become a superhero).

James is not having it. He tells them their dreams are stupid. He tells Kendall he's stupid too. Very reminiscent of the parking lot scene in "Big Time Audition" where James is angry at Kendall for blowing off Gustavo's offer.

Seeing as Kendall and James are both so passionate and hotheaded when it comes to things they care about, I headcanon that they definitely got into a handful of arguments that came to blows over the years. Can totally see them getting so worked up that they just start beating each other up, then go back to being buddies a few hours later after they cool down.

James calls the other guys quitters, then takes off on his tiny little bicycle.

No, but I'm laughing. Why is the bike so small?? Did he steal it from a ten-year-old?

At Hawk Records, Hawk's assistant is giving them the rundown on the boys so they can choose their target. After eliminating them one by one (Logan's too smart and will ask questions, Kendall's too hard to control, Carlos has the Helmet Thing) they settle on James.

And with that, I'm going to wrap this post up for now. I'll probably end up with 4 parts to this one just like with the pilot episode.

[wawamouse]

11, 12 & 56 for Miguel & Chico👀 if youre so inclined🙏🙏

ooh~ so many wonderful prompts! I'm going to answer #11 here, but #12 I'm going to eventually post to ao3 because it's currently like 5k lol. Someone else sent #56 as well so I will be getting to everything :)

Without further ado!

#11 Miguel/Chico, In Secrecy

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By the time the movie finishes, Carmen’s heart is thudding just about a thousand beats per minute, every fiber of his being thrumming at attention of the insanely hot guy slumped down a seat over in the slowly emptying theater.

The guy has the slender muscles of his arms on display, the sleeves of his white t-shirt rolled up exposing a cluster of circular tattoos on his light skin. When he turns his head, Carmen meets those dark, doe eyes that match his wavy fade—gets a clearer look at his face, his strong eyebrows and cupid’s bow lip and that once-broken crooked nose that gives him a kind of rugged handsomeness. His elbow is planted on his armrest on Carmen’s side, his chin resting in his palm, fingertips drumming along an angular jaw.

He’s pretty, yeah, but he doesn’t look like no maricón. Then again, Carmen knows that looks can be deceiving. He licks his lips as the house lights come fully on and they sit alone in the center of the now deserted theater.

“You were here the other week, weren’t you?” the guy says suddenly.

Carmen nods. He’s mirroring the dude, not moving fast, keeping his cool.

The guy is leaning over a little, cutting into the space of the seat still separating them. “Where’re you from?” he asks, his own raspy accent giving away where he’s from. The city, no doubt. The Bronx.

“Around.” Carmen smiles. Ain’t important.

The guy sits up, arms pulling into his lap as he smiles, all crooked and charming. “Hey, no way. Me, too.”

They share a soft snort.

Fucking corny, but the guy’s undeniable, the flash of his big eyes enchanting, everything about his face and posture striking—familiar machismo there that sucks Carmen right in. Warmth sweeps over his skin.

“I’m Miguel.”

“Carmen.”

The guy named Miguel tilts his head, openly checking Carmen out. “Like your shirt, Carmen.”

It's nothing special. Cuban style knit, sort of olive green and flashy. Something Carmen was trying, he guesses, way out here where there’s no chance of meeting anyone he knows. He bites the inside of his cheek.  “I like your...” He trails off. So many things he could compliment, but Miguel’s plain t-shirt and jeans aren’t among them, unless he’s talking about how the fabric of that tee is thin and clinging to a nicely sculpted chest, flipped up a little at his waist and hinting at the hug of his jeans against narrow hips.

Miguel raises his eyebrows and Carmen gives a shrug and a lazy grin.

“You like the movie?” he ends up saying instead.

“Was okay.” 

Probably hadn’t really been watching the flick. Carmen wasn’t.

He licks his lips. “Guess we’d better go,” he says, because an employee is walking in, head poking into view along the edge of the seating area as he drags a trash bin and a broom behind him.

“Know a place,” Miguel says, “You know, if you ain’t doing much later.”

It’s that cue—the quick drop of everything falling into place. 

Carmen grins and as they stand, he sees Miguel’s eyes sweeping over him as he looks over Miguel; they’re the same height, stride matching as they head out into the popcorn and butter scented lobby of the theater, past the singles loitering around, furtively scoping each other out.

Miguel’s car is parked around the corner—okay, Carmen says; he doesn’t mind stretching his legs some more. The late summer afternoon is nice and balmy, not as hot as earlier in the day, and certainly cooler than the city. He knows his pager’s probably beeping like crazy back where he left it in his apartment... But he’s miles away from that life right now, shooting the shit with some handsome fucker whose cocky smile widens as they approach his car, clearly his pride and joy.

Carmen murmurs his appreciation as he climbs into the passenger side; then they’re off.

And, sitting in the drab interrogation room three days later, a detective looming over him, growling questions through his teeth, Carmen shrugs when he’s asked where he disappeared to after Patterson went over the side of the roof. Like he’d ever tell—like he’d ever let anyone know about that quiet refuge, operating under proper society’s noses. A place for him.

He’s looking at life in prison, his public defender tries to impress upon him; if he’s got an alibi for those missing hours, then he’d better spill.

Carmen blinks—thinks about that dim motel room, Miguel’s tight waist beneath his hands, his body a warm and solid weight in his lap. Hadn’t been shy—wasn’t looking for a fucking shrink, either—had known what he wanted, fingers moving deftly over the buttons of Carmen’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders.

“You kiss?” he’d asked, pausing only after he’d started to lean in, instinctive—the most natural thing in the world to him. One of his hands had been sliding down between them to get at the buttons of Carmen’s slacks; he’d be getting them off regardless of the answer.

Anyway: “Yeah,” Carmen had breathed at once, because it was true—he did kiss guys—there, at least, far away and hidden. Was definitely going to kiss Miguel if he wanted to. And he’d liked the eager feeling of Miguel’s mouth against his, and the smooth slip of his tongue before they’d tipped over, urgency reigniting in an excited blaze once they’d felt each other out and learned each other’s rhythms.

“Don’t have a fucking alibi,” Carmen mutters later, and that’s true, too. “I was out doing shit.”

“Doing what shit? Drugs?” His lawyer’s got that tired whine that says he’s used to the tight lips from his clients.

“At one point, yeah.”

“Anyone who can back you up?”

Carmen gives the man a look. He knows just about how useless that testimony would be. 

And either way, he remembers Miguel’s sated smile and him rolling closer after and he knows they’d talked about a lot of shit—music and the best Backwoods flavors; the Yankees and Miguel’s girlfriend back home who kept lying she was pregnant—Whatever, she just wants to get hitched, you know?; they’d giggled about Carmen’s fucking bitch neighbor Mrs. Contreras and what exactly was the difference between a violin and a fucking fiddle; that new movie Apollo 13 and How freaky would it be if they really got stuck out there?; Hey, you like heroin?

How can I find you again hadn’t been one of those topics of conversation. Carmen had known later as he’d pulled his clothes back on where he could find Miguel if he wanted to. If he ever had the chance again.

“Okay, sure.” His lawyer gives an exasperated sigh and tries one last time. “Out where, at least? Can you tell me that?”

Carmen shrugs. Wonders if Miguel would rather get stuck in prison or in space. “Around,” he says.

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

WIP Wednesday

Coming in a little late this evening, here to share a snippet I actually wrote earlier this afternoon for Honey, you're familiar (like my mirrors years ago), aka Daddy Issues: the dads storyline swapalooza.

“Those of us who live in this building chose to live here because we value our privacy,” Henry states, still avoiding direct eye contact with Alex. “And—” And Alex cuts him off, not willing to be lectured a second longer. “Us fucking too, Prince Charming. Just because we didn’t grow up with live updates of our every move since birth doesn’t mean June and I aren’t aware of the shitty moves the paparazzi and reporters and whoever else try to pull.” Henry opens his mouth to respond, looking half-annoyed, half-confused. But Alex isn’t done. “We visited my dad’s memorial for his birthday, and it turned into a whole fucking news story that my mom didn’t come with us. So excuse me if I don’t have the time or energy to be lectured like I don’t know what I’m talking about, because I fucking do.” When the elevators open, Alex lets the guards exit first, then he turns to Henry, who seems to have been stunned into silence. “In case your inbreeding didn’t give you enough brain cells to follow that: June and I appreciate our privacy too. So you’re welcome to fuck right off.” With that, he pushes the dolly out after Cash, not giving Henry a second glance.

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