#if you send asks with the topic you want there's a good chance i'll fill it

[fredwkong]

Even though Mexican is winning can we please see Japanese or just see more Asian tfs?

Seems like someone decided to be a bossy boy. You'll have the chance to see Japanese even if it doesn't win, as long as you ask for it after I post the next segment.

As for Asian tfs, I'll do more when I feel inspired to. There will be more of every kind of tf I've written, I promise. If you like, you can message me some inspo pics and send me other polite messages like a good boy. But bad, bossy boys who try and rush me don't get to do that, do they? I have zero tolerance for bossiness from my boys.

You're finding it hard to think, aren't you? That's okay, maybe taking a whiff of your sweaty armpits will help? Wow, you're absolutely pouring sweat, and your muscles are looking really pumped. I love how smooth and perfect your skin is, and that sweat really makes it shine. Those white briefs you're wearing are looking really overstuffed. Maybe all your brains went in there? Yeah, you think with your dick now, just like a good Vietnamese hunk. All you need to worry about is keeping your hair and muscles perfect, and getting dicked down as often as possible. Now you're a good boy ;)

[ak319]

Yan Socialite brother x Fem G!P reader x Yan?Wife

➺Ezra Headcanon

As soon as Ezra was satisfied that your carriage had left the mansion safely, and after muttering a few prayers, he turned to Rowan, who immediately tensed in anticipation of the command to follow.

"Send invitations to all of my friends for a party. It will be held tomorrow evening at 7."

"But--milord, if I may ask, you've never thrown a party when the Lady of the house is away."

"Oh, Rowan, Rowan," Ezra's voice turned sharp as he stepped closer, his grip tightening on Rowan's face. "How could you even think it’s because my sister left that I’m hosting one, hm?" Rowan’s heart sank, panic rising as he feared he had offended his master. "N-no, no, I didn't mean it like that--"

"Oh, shush. I know exactly what you mean." Ezra's eyes narrowed as his grip loosened, but the cold edge in his voice remained. "But let it be clear, Rowan--this party isn't because my dear sister has gone on a trip. It's to celebrate her divorce."

Rowan’s face stayed tense, heart pounding in disbelief. A lavish party… because of the divorce? Of course, his master would. And it wasn’t as if your divorce had been a simple one, no, it unraveled painfully, each depressing knot pulled loose until it all fell apart. Your wife, Mabel, had suffered through two miscarriages--both of which, of course, were caused by Ezra. The relentless pressure and cruelty he'd put the poor woman through when you weren’t around like making her slip on the stairs--Rowan flinched, unwilling to relive that moment.

Afterward, Mabel had spiraled into such a deep depression that not even you could lift her out of it. Desperate, she finally asked for a divorce, which you granted. All because Ezra, in his twisted mind, deemed her nothing but a cheap whore, seducing his sister for money due to her lower-class background.

Rowan had conspired with his master throughout it all, so he wasn’t blameless. Yet, guilt still weighed heavy on him. Loyalty, after all, could blind a man just as easily as love.

"As you wish, master. I'll get straight to the arrangements."

Ezra sighed, clasping his hands together in front of him, a look of pure contentment spreading across his face as he basked in the sunlight, the gentle chirping of birds filling the air. Despite missing your presence and quietly worrying about your journey, he knew you needed this time away. You needed it to forget about that witch.

He prayed you wouldn’t return with another one.

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

Time passed, and you slipped back into your usual routine after returning. Ezra, too, had finally found some peace. But, of course, his mother had to ruin things somehow. Out of nowhere, she brought up the topic of your marriage, prattling on about some suitor she had found--a girl from a "good family," Fiona Royce. Who the hell was that?

Ezra wasted no time investigating this supposed "catch." A good family, indeed. The eldest of three sisters, all of whom were well-bred. Fiona was smart, outgoing, and fashionable—qualities that, annoyingly, reminded Ezra of himself. But there was no way he was going to accept her. Not ever. In this estate, there was only room for one like him.

Without hesitation, he began spreading rumors about this so-called Fiona before you even had the chance to meet her. But Grace, sharp as ever, found out about her son's antics and scolded him harshly.

"You will not interfere in this matter, do you hear me?!" she snapped. "How can you spread such vile nonsense about someone’s daughter? The same could happen to yours one day. How would you feel then?!"

"Mother! I am not going to sit through another one of your lectures! (Y/N) just went through a divorce, and now you want to burden her with yet another problem?!"

"And I wonder what caused that."

Ezra folded his arms and scoffed, as if he had done nothing wrong, not a trace of regret on his face. "Gold diggers like her deserve exactly what she got."

"Well, news flash, Ezra--this marriage will happen. I can't stand to see my daughter in the state she's in, all alone. And just because her spoiled brother is too arrogant to accept it doesn’t mean it won’t. After (Y/N) gets married, I'll be finding your suitor too, so you can finally focus on your own life instead of meddling in your sister’s!"

"Mother, you can't do this! How-" Ezra’s voice was cut off as Grace stormed over, grabbing his shoulders firmly.

"Quiet. Enough of your tantrums, Ezra. Grow up. Learn to share--that's what I taught you, and what your father believed in. I swear, if you pull another one of your stunts, I will cut you off entirely. I won’t speak to you, nor will I see you again!"

His own mother, emotionally blackmailing him. Just… wow.

"You know what? Fine. Bring her here as your daughter-in-law. Let’s see what happens." Ezra's voice was laced with venom. "But mark my words--she’ll be just like the others."

With that, he slammed the door on his way out, leaving Grace standing there, wiping her tears. This was exactly why she had chosen Fiona. Only Fiona had the strength to tolerate Ezra, to stand toe-to-toe with him and still be a good wife to her daughter.

Grace composed herself before heading to your room, determined to ease your concerns about Fiona. She kept the truth hidden, though—about how Ezra had been the one to ruin Fiona’s reputation. She didn’t want to stir up unnecessary conflict between her children before the wedding.

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

You met Fiona and were immediately drawn to her confident, sharp mind--not to mention her undeniable beauty. Her soft, golden hair seemed to glow in the sunlight as you both strolled through the gardens. Fiona wasted no time in trying to win you over. She needed to--she had wanted this for so long, ever since she first laid eyes on you at a party. Everything about you fascinated her, igniting a quiet obsession.

This was why her mother had subtly spoken to yours about Fiona being a potential suitor. Her parents, too, were impressed by their daughter’s choice and were eager to see it come to fruition.

The wedding soon took place, with Ezra maintaining his polite facade throughout the ceremony. But Fiona wasn’t fooled. She knew he was doing it all to stay in your good graces. Still, she wasn’t afraid. She had prepared for this moment, for the day she would become your wife and slowly capture your heart. She understood it would take time--after all, you were still likely weighed down by thoughts of your first marriage and the painful losses that came with it.

"How do I look?" Fiona asked, twirling slightly to show off her attire as you both prepared to leave for a dinner hosted by your business partner.

"Gorgeous, wife." You smiled, watching as she stepped closer, her fingers brushing your collar as she adjusted it.

"Is this the one Ezra gave you the other day?"

"Oh, no," she replied, smoothing the fabric. "I was going to wear that one, but I noticed the back was a bit torn, so I sent it off to be mended."

"Torn?" Your hands instinctively found her waist, pulling her gently toward you. "But Ezra is meticulous with his handiwork. How could that even happen?"

"No, he did a great job as always, perhaps the maid was too rough while washing it. But it's alright, darling." Fiona's voice was calm, but her resolve was unshakable. She wasn’t going to let Ezra control her life. What did he think? Showering her with gifts in front of you, trying to impress you with his false thoughtfulness, only to turn on her when you weren’t around? Not on her watch. She wasn’t Mabel--she wouldn’t crumble under his manipulation.

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

"You know, since my sister isn't here, you should go back to your parents' house."

"Why is that, Brother Ezra?"

"Because your duty is to my sister, and she’s not here. It’s not like you’re contributing anything around here anyway." Ezra stood abruptly, pushing his chair back, but paused as he heard her voice behind him.

"I am not leaving."

"What did you just say?" Fiona rose gracefully and faced him with a determined look. "I said I am not leaving my wife's home. I am part of this family and this house, it's mine just as much as it is hers, and I will leave when I choose. In fact, I think (Y/N) would be quite upset if she returned to find her beautiful wife absent to welcome her."

She flashed a sharp, disdainful smile at him before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Ezra dumbfounded. The audacity of this woman was infuriating. He knew he needed to take action before she became even more of a problem. But he had to be more calculated, she was not a meek lamb like Mabel.

So, before you returned, Ezra made an effort to apologize to Fiona, attempting to be as genuine as possible. Fiona remained wary, her suspicion of his motives not easily driven away.

When you returned, Ezra eagerly requested that you allow Fiona to work with him in his Clothing Workshop, praising her fashion sense. Fiona at first didn't want to work under him but this could be handy in way to win your sympathy if Ezra pulls another stunt and she also just wanted to please you , seeing how happy you were when he proposed this.

You agreed without hesitation, pleased to see them getting along. But your satisfaction turned to concern when Ezra erupted in tears and rage over half of his new line being destroyed by fire--on a night when Fiona had been working late.

After managing to calm Ezra and escort him to his room, you returned to your own, where you found Fiona sitting on the loveseat in the balcony.

"Are you here to scold me?" she asked, her voice trembling. "If you are, go ahead. I don’t mind. I don’t even care if you don’t trust me anymore because I’ve disappointed you... and even Ezra. I’ve caused a loss to this family--"

Before she could say more, you gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze to meet yours. "Shh, don’t say that. I don’t want these beautiful eyes to be clouded with despair, love." You wiped away a tear, and she immediately sought comfort in your embrace.

"Ezra has always been a bit... sensitive and intense about his work," you said softly. "I think it might be best if you focus on managing the household instead."

Fiona looked up at you, her expression anxious. "Do you think I caused the fire?"

"No, no. I don’t think it was your fault. I’ve been informed that the fire started because of a faulty electrical wire," you reassured her. "Why would you put your own life at risk like that?"

Fiona’s relief was palpable. The truth was, she hadn’t caused the fire--Ezra’s sabotage was the real culprit. She could hardly believe she had managed to save herself in time. How low could Ezra sink?

"I just--worry for your safety," you continued softly. "After this, you two obviously can’t work together. So, please stay at home and manage the budget instead."

Fiona nodded, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. At least she had achieved something, despite the cost. 'Take that, Ezra. You won, but at what price?'

As time went on, you found yourself falling in love with Fiona, gradually healing from the trauma of your first marriage.

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

"Where’s your ring, Fiona?"

Fiona looked at her hands in confusion and chuckled nervously. "Oh, it must be in the bathroom. I’ll be right back, love." She gave you a quick peck on the lips before hurrying to the shared room. To her dismay, despite turning the room upside down, she couldn’t find it. Panic set in--what would she say to you and your mother if she lost a family heirloom?

She suspected Ezra’s involvement. If he was behind this, he had made a grave mistake.

You were indeed pissed at her carelessness but eventually joined her in the search. Fiona managed to convince you that she might have left the ring at her parents' house during a recent visit to which you calmed down. It broke her heart as this was the first time she had seen you mad and it was because of her stupid mistake.

The next day, Fiona went to her parents' house first thing in the morning to look for the ring. Her hunch proved correct. She found it in the room of Obelia, her second sister, who had a known crush on Ezra.

"I-I’m sorry, sister," Obelia stammered, looking guilty. "Ezra’s servant brought the ring here and said it was just a harmless prank Ezra wanted to play on his sister-in-law. I didn’t realize it would cause such trouble."

"How many times have I told you to stay away from him? You should have informed me about this! Don’t you understand? HE’S TRYING TO DESTROY MY LIFE, MY RELATIONSHIP! HE EVEN TRIED TO KILL ME!" Fiona's mother stepped in, attempting to placate her daughter and offering apologies on Obelia’s behalf.

"W--why is it that you get to marry the person you choose, and I’m not allowed to have any say in who I like? Shouldn’t you be happy for me and arrange my marriage to him so we can be together? Maybe then he won’t harass you anymore!" Obelia’s own frustration now evident.

"Are you out of your mind? You want to marry that selfish bastard?! What kind of lies did Ezra tell you?"

"He didn’t lie, Fiona!"

"You know what? Fine. I’ll talk to Ms. Grace about Ezra’s marriage and see what happens. But listen to me, Obelia--don’t blame me for what happens to you if you choose to pursue this."

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

To everyone’s surprise, Ezra agreed to the marriage, and preparations swiftly began. Fiona, however, was not taken aback. She saw through Ezra’s schemes--this was merely leverage to manipulate and threaten her using her own sister. 'If only you knew, Ezra, what I have in store for you.'

Almost a week after the wedding, tragedy struck when Obelia suffered a severe accident in her carriage, resulting in paralysis from the waist down. She was confined to bed, leaving everyone devastated. Ezra, however, was less concerned about her condition and more troubled by the prospect of being publicly labeled as having a handicapped wife.

“Something on your mind, Ezra?” Fiona’s voice cut through the silence, interrupting his contemplation in the gardens. Annoyed, Ezra turned to face her with a forced smile. “Just enjoying the scenery.”

“Hm. I’m also enjoying the view, but not here. Inside, watching my sister bedridden and helpless, unable to even manage something as simple as keeping track of a ring--now that’s truly satisfying,” Fiona retorted, her tone dripping with disdain.

“Wow, didn’t expect you to be so ruthless, sister-in-law. Nearly killing your sister over a ring? Tsk, tsk. How pathetic. Just what you'd expect from someone of your low class.”

“Call me whatever you want, Ezra. This is a warning--to show you how far I’m willing to go to stay by (Y/N)’s side. Obelia means nothing to me. I’ll fight anyone who tries to take her away.”

“I still don’t care, because guess what? She’s getting divorced. There’s no way I’m spending my life with... that.”

“Be my guest. But remember, Ezra, I’m just like you--willing to go to great lengths to protect what’s mine. And at the end of the day, there are some things only I can give (Y/N).” Fiona's words were laced with a cold certainty.

Ezra’s face flushed with rage as she leaned in closer, whispering in his ear.

“As in, you know... a child. You’re not that naive, are you? And believe me, (Y/N) really wants one. Really , really does. She tries every day.”

Ezra recoiled in disgust, his anger barely contained.

“Your parents clearly never taught you basic decency,” Ezra sneered, wiping his ear and glaring at Fiona with fierce determination. “I’d like to see you give birth to one first.”

“I’m not Mabel,” Fiona shot back, her voice cold and steady. “I’m not clumsy enough to fall or... reveal what happened on that ferry.” Ezra’s heart skipped a beat. Though he tried to mask his panic, Fiona saw through his facade.

“Oh, I’m aware of that incident. Anyone with a brain would be. But don’t worry, I won’t mention your name in connection with it. After all, you’re my wife’s brother, and I wouldn’t want her to face any humiliation or business losses because of you. So, let’s set aside this animosity and try to be... civil.”

“I won’t let you get away with this,” Ezra spat, swatting Fiona’s arm before storming off. To Fiona, now well-acquainted with Ezra’s manipulative tactics, it was clear he had assented in his own way, though he remained defiant. This was going to be an intriguing game from now on.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Lake: cbf!soap x reader

The lake water was warm against your skin. Your been in it all day, drinking up the sun and enjoying your time with Johnny. You lost count of how many times he had splashed water on you or threw you into the lake with a mischievous laugh.

It had been good. You had fun messing around with him, especially when the trip had been overdue, but there were questions burning in your mind.

It was just past five by the time you had decided to dry off. You laid out on your towel on the wooden dock, covering your face from the sun with an extra towel.

“Not asleep are ya?” Johnny wondered softly in case you were.

“No.” You moved the towel and gave him a small smile. “Could be though, I’m tired.”

“I know, it’s great.”

His hair was tousled from drying himself off as he sat down on the dock next to you. His legs hung over the edge and he stared out at the water, a summer breeze taking up the silence.

There was nothing else to do but ask.

“Why do you want to join the military so bad?”

Johnny paused and glanced at you with an uncertain look on his face.

It had been a couple weeks since the two of you had made up and in that time the military had been a topic you both avoided like the plague. The only time it was even discussed was the agreement that he went to Herefordshire every other weekend to visit his cousin.

You didn't have an issue with it...or at least you tried to tell yourself that. You didn't want him to leave you and join the military but you couldn't exactly stop him from doing what he wanted with his life.

Even when it felt like it was without you.

"Ah dinnae ken...it just feels right." He said after a moment of thinking. "It's something I think I'd be good at."

"But you're good at a lot of things." You sat up. "Math, science. You're also the best artist I know-"

Johnny shook his head and though there was a smile on his face, his eyes were filled with worry. He turned away from you as if to hide from you and he pick up a twig on the dock to through it in the water.

"I cannae see myself in uni doing any of that. The military is where I see myself."

You frowned and felt your chest tighten. You should know better than to try to convince him otherwise, once he set his mind on something that was it.

Maybe he was right, maybe he'd end up climbing the ranks and becoming one of the best. You didn't doubt it, he was good at everything he did and considering how fast of a learner he was, he'd be there in little time.

But it was the fact that he had forgotten all about you. It was like he was so willing to get away from his hometown, from you that it was hard to believe that he didn't have some ill feelings toward you.

It was all you could think of: "Why do you want to leave so bad?" "Why do you want to leave me?"

You sat down beside him to have some sort of closeness with him and looked out at the water that reflected back the golden rays of the sun.

"Well don't forget me when you're some military hero." You tried to joke but it didn't come out all too happy and John seemed almost offended by it.

"I couldn't forget you, I wouldn't." He stated firmly but you said nothing. "I'll come back any chance I get."

His eyes looked desperate and angry. Almost as if he were trying to convince himself more than you because you already knew he could forget you and that the chances of him coming back were slim.

It was inevitable and maybe that's what made it true.

"I was just curious." You shrugged and looked away from him, the pain in your chest too unbearable when you looked at him. "You're too young to join right now anyway."

"Even though I'm ready."

You scoffed and shook your head.

In two years they'd let him join. And in two years you'd lose him.

A/n: haha angst feel free to send asks if you want more fluff or something because all that's on my mind is angst for this series lol

tag: @elysian0612

[hooked-on-elvis]

The Green Scrapbook 📗

Why is Elvis a legend? Simple answer: HARD, HARD WORK... on and off stage.

That's the most interesting thing I've learned about Elvis lately.

This fanzine was out… it is called "Elvis Answers Back!", printed by Sound Publishing Corp in 1956 (view photo 8 and video 1 further on). In its pages, Elvis answer questions about his career and personal life in that genuine way we love so much about his interviews. There's very interesting answers in those pages (I'll share more in this blog in a while) but this one got me in awe. What we're about to read Elvis did in the 50s, while he was in the peak of his success as a young artist, specifically in the year of 1956, it's a demonstration of his courage, down-to-earth spirit, and a passionate level of dedication to his craft that few artists, or normal people for that matter, have.

Some of the pictures printed in the Elvis Answers Back! magazine: August 18, 1956. Elvis at the Knickerbocker Hotel, Hollywood, CA. Photograph by Ed Braslaff.

The magazine article is in topics. This one is entitled "THE GREEN SCRAPBOOK", and here's what Elvis had to say about this "rumor":

"Yes, it’s true that I keep me a scrapbook of a lot of the stuff that’s printed about me. But you know something? I don’t save the articles or stories that tell nice things about me. My scrapbook only has stuff in it that isn’t very friendly. I’ll tell you why this is. "When I first started out, my momma wanted to save all the programs and pictures and things that everyone put in the papers and magazines. I wasn’t much interested in doing this, because I was so busy singing and working and learning that I just didn’t want to take the time to sit down every so often in the middle of something and start cutting out pictures and things. Momma bought her a big green scrapbook, though, and asked me to send her stuff whenever I got the chance. For the first year or so, I didn’t send her a thing, and the scrapbook was empty, except for a couple of clippings she got out of the Memphis papers.

Some of the pictures printed in the Elvis Answers Back! magazine: (1) June 30, 1956 in Richmond, VA. Elvis drinking water after having a bowl of chili, sitting at the Jefferson Hotel lunch counter; (2) Elvis at the RCA's Studio One in NY, for a recording session on July 2, 1956, when he recorded "Hound Dog" and "Don't Be Cruel." Both photographs by Alfred Wertheimer.

"Then one day I saw this article about me not being a very good singer. I cut that out and send it to momma and she wrote back and told me I didn’t want to fill my scrapbook with things like that. But I wrote back and told her, 'Momma, anyone can fill a scrapbook with good things. But what good does it do? I’d like to know the things people don’t particularly like and study them and try to make myself better if I can.' "So that’s how The Green Scrapbook got started. I’ve got a lot of pages filled, and a lot of them are still empty, but I’ll tell you this. Every time I go home to Memphis, I take down that scrapbook and study it. I know most of the things in it by heart, and I’m always going to do my best to improve whenever and wherever I can." — Elvis Presley, 1956 interview.

Cover of Elvis Answers Back! magazine, published on August 28, 1956 | Source: elvis100percent.com

SEE THE CONTENT IN THE PAGES OF THAT 1956 ELVIS MAGAZINE (this is an US limited edition reproduction of the 1956 original magazine):

Thanks "Collecting King Elvis Interviews and Memobilia" Youtube channel for sharing this gem.

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UPDATE

I just crossed an interview of Elvis for the Hy Gardner Show ("Hy Gardner Calling") on July 1, 1956 (right after Elvis' performance on the Steve Allen Show). Hy Gardner asked Elvis if he reads the reviews on his concerts and he answers it with "Not if I can help it". Then Gardner goes on in the same matter and asks him further, "Do you keep a scrapbook at all?" -- Elvis' answer to this: "Only of the good stuff." -- We can figure, although Elvis had the Green Scrapbook probably since 1954, considering he said 'When I first started out, my momma wanted to save all the programs and pictures (...)', it was around mid 1956 that Elvis consciously decided to face his detractors more often and make a good use of their critics to help him improving his act. Fascinating. It's fascinating for a young man as talented, handsome and successful as he was, to pause the rush of excitement going on within himself just so he could think things through. Elvis was enjoying a tremendous amount of success already, so it would be more convenient to just have fun and let it happen while it lasted. 1956 was THE year when everything he ever dreamed about was happening at once in his life and he couldn't be more excited and thrilling with the attention he was getting from all over, yet that young man had the maturity to understand he had to keep working hard so he truly could have something worth sharing with the world, something better to offer to the people who seemed be starving for more of him. Fascinating.

WATCH THE FULL HY GARDNER INTERVIEW WITH ELVIS (July 1, 1956):

[twstbookclub]

I really like the writing about Silver until now and I hope you don't mind a request

Can I request him? Quite angsty. Where MC and Silver kinda failed to tell their feelings for one another, until MC had a chance to go home and given a choice to stay or to go home to their original world.

Tho I prefer a happy ending. So I would like to see how it ends :")

It all changes overnight.

Summary: You and Silver are genuinely in love, but neither of you wish to tell each other as to not ruin the relationship that's already been developed. You find out that a way home has been found, and you can finally leave... but do you really want to? POV: 2nd POV Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Silver, MC gets to go home, angst, angst with a happy ending, romance, request Word Count: 1,452

A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long to write ;; I'll be honest, I didn't even know how to start this. The other admins and I discussed time and time again and we would get stumped just trying to figure out what could make Silver have to suddenly leave or for the moment to be interrupted. That, and I had moved homes, had to find a new job, and lots of other life events, so it put my writer life on hold. Now that the job I have is a lot more laid back, I can finally go back to freely writing and being able to post again. To our regular readers and those who are just finding this page again; thank you all for waiting and reading. We will do our best to bring back the page even if it is a slow process, and we will come back with more ideas(trust me, we have a lot already planned out and ready to write) Enjoy your request finally being posted, requester.

“He fell asleep in the classroom again…” You whisper softly, while standing in front of the silver-haired boy’s desk, with a gentle smile.

“You’re lucky to not have your club today.”

Your eyes stay on him while carefully moving hair strands out of his face. You loved him. It was like a fairytale based on love at first sight. Meeting him was something very unexpected. Well, finding yourself in the world of Twisted Wonderland was weird enough as is.

The light of the sunset would shine on his perfect and kind features, his gentleness visible from miles away. You take your hand away after a few more seconds and look away, getting ready to leave the classroom.

“Prefect?” A voice calls out, which quickly catches your attention, and you turn to see Crowley standing at the classroom door. You look at Silver one more time before walking away to talk to the Headmaster.

“Well, young student, I have some good news for you.” The Headmaster began to speak, and the term “good news” made you perk up.

“Ah, I see you’re interested. So, I’ll tell you.”

You nod once and listen attentively. “Is it news about me getting to go home?” You ask, that topic being the only thing you could call good—amazing news even.

Crowley turned his expression into one that was deadpan and unenthusiastic. “Now you’ve ruined my surprise.”

“I—” You were about to retort, but then Crowley’s words began to click. “Wait… What? I can finally go home!?” Your voice was filled with excitement at the realization.

“You can. I was able to confirm that what we found out before was true.” The headmaster was excited for you, and all you could do was feel relief.

Before you knew it, the figure you had been taking care of was standing beside you.

“Prefect.”

“Silver…” You say with a bit of surprise, turning your head to see him.

“Silver! Have you heard about us figuring out a way to send the prefect back home?” Crowley said with excitement. Silver’s expression became surprised before he looked at you. After that, Crowley left and you were left with a slightly awkward situation.

You didn’t know what to say, so you gave Silver a nervous smile instead. “Oops…?”

Silver took a moment before laughing lightly and starting to walk with you. The pace was slow, but the tension was thick enough to break a knife. You mostly stare around, but occasionally share small smiles and glances with him.

Walking all the way to his dorm, by the time you both arrive, it’s almost curfew. You stop at the start of the bridge ahead and look at him, feeling a bit guilty. “I’m sorry for not telling you. I just—”

“Why are you apologizing?” His words caught you off guard, yet they were warming your heart somehow. “You get to go home, and that’s amazing. You’ve been here for so long, and who knows what’s going on in your world.”

His words were genuine and they made you smile, but the feeling of letting this place go was painful. “I know, but Silver—”

“Go back home. You deserve to go back home.” Silver had a gentle smile on his face, yet it only hurt more. You wanted to scream about how you felt about him, just before it was too late.

“Silver… I—”

“Silver!!!” 

A loud voice from across the bridge calls out to the silver-haired boy, and instantly catches his attention. It was Sebek.

“Malleus-sama is looking for you!”

You were in a bit of disbelief at the timing, but you knew that Malleus was the first priority for the students of the Diasomnia dormitory. You could only give him a bitter smile to convince and reassure him. “Go see what Malleus needs. We can talk at another time.”

Silver only looked at you with slight disappointment, before he returned your smile. “Thank you. Tell me what you want to say another time, okay?”

You nodded and walked off to go back to your own dorm. You wanted to tell him, just in case you wouldn’t see each other again. Even just telling him would be enough, but it didn’t seem like life wanted that for you.

The next day, the morning sun greeted everything with a beautiful hello, but you were standing right in front of the Mirror Chamber with the portal open to go home. You were hesitant to even step through. You really didn’t want to go home, but you had a life apart from this vastly different world.

It hurt. You knew that a way home was right in front of you, but deep down, you weren’t ready to leave yet. The thought of leaving everything behind was creating a tight feeling in your chest. It was a loss. Leaving Twisted Wonderland and going home wasn’t what you wanted, but never returning home didn’t sound proper. You had to go home. This story shouldn’t have happened.

You took a breath and stepped forward, but stopped at the sound of the door to the Mirror Chamber opening. You turned around and saw Silver standing there, heavily breathing and looking worried. “Prefect…”

“Silver? How did you—” 

“Lilia told me. Crowley told all of the housewardens that you decided to go home,” he said as he moved closer to where you were, but still kept his distance. “Were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye?”

“I didn’t w—I mean—” You didn’t know how to explain in a logical way, so the last resort was to just let everything out.

“How could I say goodbye when I don’t even know if I want to leave? I don’t want to leave you, my friends, or anything at all here.”

“Then why didn’t you talk to someone first?” Silver was careful and gentle with his words, like he always was with you, but that’s what made you want to burst.

“Because the only person I wanted to talk to was you! I wanted you to be the person that convinced me to stay, but we never got that chance,” you spoke with a pain in your heart. Your breathing was getting shaky just trying to hold everything in.

His eyes widen at what he’s hearing, but he keeps his tone soft. “What are you talking about? We’ve had that chance—” 

“No, we haven’t. I didn’t want to tell anyone, until Crowley gave me the confirmation that I could go home. I tried to tell you yesterday, but I know how important it is to attend to Malleus, so I let you go. Then, you told me that I deserved to go home, so I gave up on trying,” you explained and watched him get closer to pull you away from the portal.

Silver slowly placed his hands on your shoulders and began to speak firmly, “Call me. Text me. Even if it’s at the brink of dawn, if you need someone to listen to you, I will fight off my drowsiness to be there for you, as long as you need me to be there. I will not leave you alone. I will not leave you to suffer alone. If you want me to be there for you, then I will do that. I will not leave your side until you push me away, but even if you do that, I will not leave until I know you no longer need me.”

His words were like bandaids plastered to your broken heart, keeping you from falling deeper into the despair of the situation. The urge to cry was there, but instead, you let out a small string of words without realizing it.

Yet, he said the same words along with you.

“I love you.”

Both of you looked at each other with surprise, yet it would slowly melt into affection the more you stared into his eyes.

“As much as you deserve to go home, don’t go. Deep down, I don’t want you to go.”

Your eyes widen at the sound of him practically pleading for your stay. It was so new to you, but you could feel the impact of his words regardless.

“I know you have a life back in your world, but you have a life here too. You can keep going to Night Raven College, hang out with us and, while this isn’t something that could convince you completely… You can be with me,” Silver spoke while looking directly at you, giving you a smile at the end of his words.

You felt your heart grow warm, but you began to feel your face getting hotter from how flustered you were getting.

Maybe staying in this world wouldn’t be so bad.

[misc-obeyme]

there's always a thousand ideas rattling around in my brain, and my notes app is getting filled with one line prompts for mostly art ideas but could also turn into mini fics

I'm still hung up on boxer mammon and I think. I will pick up my sketchbook today after going grocery shopping. Drawing faces is what's holding me back, and the idea that I wouldn't do the characters justice is what holds me back from writing (have not written since my wattpad days). The closet thing I have is dialogue blurbs in my notes app.

mammon is always on the brain SORRY. but like, thinking about merchant/jeweler mammon and a royal mc. And Mammon has ridiculous prices or excuses for why he can't sell (thinking about aziraphele from good omens and his book shop) but mc visits his stall every day (possibly in disguise?? or with a guard), and one day manages to trade a royal jewel for something in his collection (i am such a sucker for royalty in general and knights and AAA)

or thinking about Solomon and mc making potions together for the first time, and Solomon encouraging random things to be added just to see the end result (my mc is naturally curious and shares a single braincell when paired with solomon)

OR mc their first year in the devildom and possibly going to barbatos for advice on ingredients to use, what's human safe, and easy dishes to experiment on so they don't poison themselves. which makes me wonder how much human stuff is readily available and if mc can go grocery shopping in the human world with barbatos (domestic activities), or if they had to send him with a list (like when there was a retreat at the demon lords castle and everyone got to make dishes from their home)

sorry for getting carried away, this was the longest ask ever akdjdj, was just hoping to share some ideas and maybe some things that could bring back the creative spark AAA SORRY BYE LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG 🤣🫶

- ✨ anon

Please do not worry about ask length, ✨ anon! My responses tend to be lengthy too lol! So don't apologize because I love it!!

Augh, I totally get what you mean about the ideas... I am plagued by them all the time lol. It's finding the time to actually use them for anything that's usually the issue.

I hope you did do some drawing in your sketchbook! I can't speak to difficulties with art, but when it comes to writing, you can't let yourself worry about doing the characters justice.

I used to care a lot about how I characterized everybody. I was always so nervous about writing for Mammon in particular that I just didn't a lot of the time. But the truth is, every writer will characterize them differently. And your interpretation of them is just as valid as anyone else's! If it's less about that and more than you're concerned about your skill level, well, unfortunately there's no way around it. You gotta write to get better at writing! You can always start with characters you're not as concerned about if you want, but I find it's usually best to follow the inspiration! I believe in you!

Also don't worry, I love Mammon, so I don't mind hearing about him lol! And OKAY I looove Good Omens! I read the book a long time ago and then re-read it several times before the show came out. And then the fandom exploded!! But it's been amazing. Er anyway, getting off topic here, which is that I love the idea of jeweler/merchant Mammon who can't bear to part with his merchandise alksdfjf- I also love knights, I have a whole medieval AU brewing in my brain meats that I would write if I had any kind of time. Royal!MC showing up like I bet I have something you can't resist... I'll get you to trade me something from your wares!! I also like the idea of MC trading a kiss for something of his and he agrees because he's surprised to find that he's willing to give up his expensive object for a chance to kiss MC tee hee~

Solomon being a menace is something I'm always up for! I like the idea that he would encourage MC to do that, but also knows enough about the ingredients himself to know that the things he's suggesting aren't dangerous. Like he doesn't know what adding this herb will do, but he does know that it won't explode in MC's face lol. Though I also like the idea of Solomon and MC just being chaotic potion gremlins and adding anything and everything just to see what would happen. Like when MC is powerful enough and Solomon feels confident that MC won't get hurt, then they're both going all in.

I kinda think ingredients from other worlds are not readily available, since it seems like Simeon and Luke kinda go through this thing where they're trying to learn to cook with Devildom ingredients. Which means that Barbatos likely has a way of procuring those ingredients when he needs them. I absolutely love the idea of going human world shopping with Barb. I'm just gonna put that in my own personal headcanon. Whenever MC says in the game that they're gonna cook some human world food or at the retreat and everything, that also means a shopping trip with Barbatos. I wish I understood why I would want to do that so bad, but I really do. Imagine taking him to a human world grocery store. Like if he said to me that I should take him wherever I normally go, it's like okay lemme take you to Aldi and Walmart lol. But then I'd be like listen, if we can go anywhere though, we should really go to Costco and Trader Joe's. I never go to Costco because I don't have a membership. Because I am shopping only for myself and I don't need fifty pounds of anything lol. And there is no Trader Joe's in my town, the nearest one is over an hour away.

ANYWAY I love all your ideas!! I hope you find the motivation and confidence to pick up drawing and/or writing again! I have no doubt that whatever you create will be amazing!

[belphieslilcow]

Cass nervously walked through the mall, trying his best to avoid any of the middle stands from beckoning him over to give him samples and try to sell him face creams. The human hadn't walked through the mall by himself since he got lost in one during a high school field trip.

He avoided all the normie clothing stores and tried his best to not look when he passed by the place that sells lingerie, he knew what stores he liked so there was no need to browse anywhere else. Though he was sure this particular store isn't what Asmo had in mind when he wanted him to get out of the house and buy a new outfit.

The blond boy finally stepped into the Hot Topic, alt music playing as one of the workers welcomed him. He grinned to himself as he searched through the various clothes, while he tried to stay away from his old all black aesthetic in favor of his newer pastel one, the opportunity to shock everyone in the group chat was too good to pass up.

He found the pants he wanted fairly quickly, as well as an accessory or two to complete the fit, but he couldn't decide on a shirt. He didn't want to go with something just nerdy, that'd be too easy, he then pulled out a shirt from one of the clearance racks and his eyes lit up with a devious smile, it was too perfect.

He fidgeted with himself before taking a breath and talking to an employee, "Uhm, excuse me? Would it be alright if I used one of the changing rooms?"

_

House of Lamentation (New) - 8

Cassian: I just got back from my shopping trip!!

Asmodeus: Yes!! I was on the edge of my seat waiting for you to get done, oh I wish I could've been there to help you out, I'm sure you were so lost without my fashion guidance...

Cassian: Don't worry, I think I got something good, I took a picture in the changing room so I'll send that in a sec.

The chat was then filled with various messages back and forth, asking about Cassian's day out, if he was alright socially, if he ate anything good while there, nice and normal stuff.

Mammon: Oi!! Stop keeping us in suspense I wanna see what ya bought!!

Cassian: lol okay okay sending it now

Cass flopped in his bed and sent the picture before waking up his laptop and turning on a gaming video.

The picture was of Cassian in the dressing room, wearing dark gray baggy jeans with various zips, pockets, and chains. To match with the cluttered design of the bottoms, he had on several bracelets on each wrist, even going so far to wear a black choker with a silver pentagram charm.

The real star of the outfit was his t-shirt, plain black with text that read "Satan Loves Me".

Mammon: WHAT?? WHY'S THE HUMAN REALM GOT SHIRTS ABOUT SATAN??

Mammon: WHY DIDN'T YOU GET ONE THAT SAID "THE GREAT MAMMON LOVES ME", HUH??

Cassian: sowwy mams, you're just not as popular as Satan when it comes to the human world =w=

Satan: Personally, I think you look wonderful, Cassian. You look good in black.

Cassian: aww, tyyy

Belphegor: If it weren't for the fact that it was Satan's name on your shirt I'd agree.

Beelzebub: I also love you, Cass.

Their talk continued throughout the evening until Lucifer forced everyone to let Cass get rest, as if they each weren't gonna text him on their own as soon as they got the chance.

[ofstardustanddreaming]

I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My craving your time request is so good! I love it especially Astarion would glare at them across the camp wondering why are they spending time with him 🤣 (I would be so confused at why is he glaring at me (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!), he thought it was obvious that he wants to spend time with them (Of course he would ���), he thought he made it clear by sending them heart eyes 😍 (That explains TOO MUCH XD), he eventually realises he needs to initiate some sort of contact in order to spend time with them 👍, he prefers to spend time with them by sitting beside them next to their tent ⛺, he's always slightly flustered by how welcoming they are 😳, he tries to spend time with them as much as he can since he gets a chance to have positive energy around him 👍, he likes to worm his way through so he doesn't need to ask, it's because he won't be rejected 🥺, they're more than happy to have him sit next to them ☺️, Gale is definitely like a puppy 🐶, he would hang around them no matter what the situation is, they're always thrilled because he would fill in the silence 👍, they enjoy listening to what he has to say, his way of spending more time with them is by telling them his thoughts in hopes they would be interested enough to join in 🤭, he also wants to them to talk about topics they like, he likes them so much that he ends up rambling nervously 🫦, it works which he always flustered by their sweet smile as they enjoy his ramblings ☺️, he would stutter over his words while blushing but he accomplished his goal 😳, Wyll would ask them nicely if they want to join him in whatever he's doing 👍, he would try to spend more time with them by doing something together as a way to ask them questions about themselves, he does want to know them better but it's also a way to do it without him being nervous around them 🤭, it slowly changes to dancing as they talk & he would also compliment them whenever he can 👍, his heart beats faster from being so forward but he has to express his love for them in some way ❤️, he knows it worked when he sees them flustered 😳, his favourite way of spending time with them is to invite them to do something together 🤭, he finds quiet places to hang out so there won't be anyone to interrupt 👍, Halsin would be direct 👍, he's in tune with his emotions considering how long he has lived which makes sense 🤔, he also flirts with them a lot whenever he has a chance 😳, he loves to see them flustered while not caring whether there's an audience ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄, he would step back if he realised it's too much 👍, he would be straightforward & he's more than happy to do whatever they want to do 🤭, he doesn't mind whatever the activity is as long as he gets to spend time with them although he would give suggestions ☺️, the group would help him by reassuring they're fine without their help when they noticed he wants to hang out with them but they're worried about the group 👍, the group would try to put both of them together as much as they can when they're in camp, and he would ask others for help especially on specific nights 👍 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I appreciated the request :) And the ask box is still open for anyone who would like to request anything, if you would like to request more as well! I do have a Gale request I received a few hours ago, so I'll be working on that soon as well :)

[charlewiss-writes]

better on you / charles leclerc

masterlist

day 1: hoodie (part of one-word november prompts!)

summary: why seeing you wearing his clothes made his heart race like that? why you couldn't stop smiling after realising it smelled like him?

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

word count: 968 words

warning: poorly proofreaded (? don't know if this classifies as a warning but there's mentions of platonic!mick and pierre too

author's note: so unfortunately i have my main @charlewiss shadowbanned rn:( so I'll be posting everything here until it goes back to normal.

you two were friends. at least that's what you used to say to everybody that asked. your best friend mick, his best friend pierre. even his family. and you weren't lying: you two were friends. if you wanted to be more, well, that was another topic to discuss.

it had happened slowly, and as cliché as it sounded, you didn't realise until it was too late. hell, you had tried to deny it every single chance that you got, thinking that, maybe, if you refused it every time someone asked, it would go away. but it didn't.

at first, you didn't think anything different of it. you knew charles since you two were kids, and knew that he was naturally a very attentive person: always sending good morning and good night texts, asking for your family every chance he got, and talking nonstop to you throughout the day, even when his schedule didn't always match with yours. still, pierre was sure that his friend wouldn't go the extra mile like he did with you. and mick saw how the monegasque looked at you, and specially how he looked at him when you got too close for his liking. the german boy was sure that there was something between you two, even if you two didn't see it yet.

like every weekend off he had during the season, you two would meet at a local café in monaco were you used to spend your evenings when you had some homework to do for school. now, it was just a ritual you liked to keep, to maintain some sense of normalcy. to think that the charles in front of you was the same little boy who you used to know back then. but it wasn't like he had changed. he just grew into the man that he was always meant to be. just a little older, skin thicker after what he had to endure at such a young age: loss, defeat, pain. charles carried himself like he was older, wiser than any guy his age.

still, when you meet its like time hasn't passed for you two. you're sure the laughs you share are pissing the other clients on the shop, but you don't care. you two laughed like old times, telling funny little stories and catching up on what you've been missing, since it wasn't usual for you to go to his races.you two spent the entire day together, but even then, it all fell short. even if you spent a whole week together it would seem short. only a lifetime next to him would suffice. and even then, if you had forever guaranteed, you would still need more of charles. how could you ever get enough?

fuck, you were down bad. and still, you didn't even realize it. or didn't want to face it.

when the owner of the shop had told you sweetly that the shop was about to close, you payed the tab and, without a single question, began walking to your home that was just s couple blocks away. the weather was nice when you two met earlier, but now the wind had picked up, making your arm fill with goosebumps.

"hey, you're cold?" he started taking off his hoodie, wrapping it over your figure. it was still warm thanks to his body heat, and you could smell his perfume on it. why were you suddenly flustered? "didn't realize it would be this cold" you chuckled, and took his hoodie from your back to put it on properly.

you two continued walking and talking about every single thing that crossed your mind. except one.

he wouldn't dare say it to you, but he was absolutely amazed at the way his hoodie looked on you. it was huge, considering he was certainly taller and bigger. charles couldn't hide the smile and sparkle on his eyes, even though he had started avoiding your gaze to try to not get caught. he realized something had changed inside him. it was like something dormant had awakened.

all the sleepless nights talking, even when he should've been asleep. all the times he had talked to pierre about you. all the resentment he has built toward mick, even though he didn't deserve it, just because he was the one making you laugh. all the anger he had towards him, cause he was too coward to do anything about his feelings, being scared that you would reject him. he knew he didn't want to fuck it up. after all, you two were the closest friends, meaning that your family was close too, and he didn't want to mess it up just because he wanted to follow the lead his stupid heart dictated.

too engulfed in his own thoughts, and at the same time, on your conversation, that he hadn't noticed that you had already arrived to your destination. fuck, if he would've noticed he would've walked slowly. just to get a couple more minutes with you. a triple header was coming, meaning that you would see eachother for nearly a month. these were the hardest parts of the season for you both, even if you hadn't mentioned it to one another.

"this is yours" your voice brought him back to reality, grounding him. you extended your arm, intending to give back the piece of clothing you desperately wanted to keep. it had made you feel closer to him, even though he was by your side the whole walk home.

"no, no, keep it on. it looks better on you anyways" said charles, smiling now. he got closer to you, so he could give you a big hug that lingered for a bit too long, and left you feeling more warm and fuzzy that hoodie could ever give you.

[scissorhandsvampire]

the professor,

Richard Brown.

last hour of class,

finally I would dare to say.

With a brisk step I go to Professor Brown's classroom,

I enter the still empty classroom and go and sit in one of the first rows,

"good morning mrs. y / s"I turn suddenly to the voice that greeted me,

"oh good morning mr. Brown, sorry I didn't see you"

"don't worry miss, take a seat"

I take my seat taking out my books and placing them on the counter,

as I pull out the pens I reminded of the part of the last lesson that I didn't understand,

"Excuse me mr, could I ask you some clarification on a part of the last lesson?"

"of course, come close"

I leave my desk getting up and I approach the professor,

"I didn't understand chapter 4 that you explained last week, by chance you would have some notes maybe? Because from the book I really have difficulty, maybe you could recommend me a site"

"I understand, it's a rather complicated topic, it's understandable your difficulty and, above all, I'm glad you asked me about it"he smiles at me,

"oh well, I want to pass the next exam in the best possible way"

and above all talk to you, but the professor will never know this.

The class starts to fill up,

"listen miss y / s, please stay at the end of the lesson, we'll talk about it later, now come back and sit down" he tells meI nod and go back to my seat.

// 2:00 pm //

The lesson is over,everyone rushes out as I slowly put my stuff in the bag,I'm about to lift my bag off the ground when I notice two legs in my line of sight,I look up to find Professor Brown in front of me,

"oh mr. Brown, I was about to reach your chair" I say slightly embarrassed,

"oh well, I preceded you" he smiles at me,

I answer with a very embarrassed laugh,I will surely have red cheeks like a tomato,

if I said Professor Brown is an ugly man it would be one of the biggest lies I've ever told,I didn't want to admit to myself that I have a crush on my professor,it's fascinating,attractive,intelligent and nice.

"well y / n, I have notes of the chapter you need that I made myself"

"oh, perfect, okay, you have my email sir, you can send it to me there"

"I can get them to you immediately in paper form, come with me to my house, it's close by"

WHAT? AT HIS HOUSE?

"oh umh ... yes of course I agree" I reply with a hint of a smile,I follow him out of the university in silence,

we walk for a while when he decides to break the silence,

"oh y / n I haven't thought about it, do you want to eat something?"

"oh no Mr. Brown don't worry about me, I'll eat later"

"oh please, outside the university call me Richard, I'm not that old come on" he tells me snorting and laughing,

"okay, then no thanks Richard, don't worry about me"

"and instead I insist, come on" he tells me entering a restaurant

"no Richard I can't, I didn't bring all this money with me"he does not listen to me and reaches a table moving a chair inviting me to sit down,

"thank you" I sit uncomfortably, he brings my chair closer to the table making me sit well and then he goes to sit down too,we are face to face,I keep my eyes fixed on the table in embarrassment,

"So tell me, how is the session going?" he asks me,

"I would say well, I'm avoiding any kind of distraction to focus 100% on the study,I can't wait to graduate "

"so I'm distracting you, I'm sorry" he bursts out laughing,

"I promise you that with those notes it will be much easier to study the argument, well, tell me a little about yourself, what do you do besides studying for the university? "

"actually at the moment, in addition to university and studying, the only thing I do is work as a waitress in the evening 3 times a week to pay the tuition and the rent"

"sir, madam, are you ready to order?" the waiter approaches us,

"yes, we are, for me a plate of spaghetti with meat sauce and a salad, thank you"

"For you miss?" the waiter turns to me,

"oh for me just a salad" I reply,

"don't try to do this y / n!" Richard tells me

"for her the same as mine, thank you" he says to the waiter,

"but no Richard! I'm not that hungry .."

"I don't believe you "

"thank you ..." I smile at him,

we talk about random arguments until our dishes arrive at the table,

a huge plate of spaghetti appears in front of my eyes,

"but it's a lot omg" I exclaim,

"come on, eat"

I take the cutlery starting to slowly eat the pasta,it is really good.

Silence returns between the two of us,every now and then my gaze falls on him,I watch him taste his pasta.

I notice after a while that he had finished his dish and was already cleaning the sauce with a slice of bread,

"oh my God I'm very slow ahha" I say looking at my plate of pasta still almost halfway,

"Don't worry, take your time" he smiles back at me,

I continue to eat slowly finding it difficult with the last forkful not being able to wrap the strands of pasta on the fork,I notice him looking at me and laughingto be under the mustache,

"do you want a help?" laughs,slightly embarrassed I nod, he takes my fork and spoon using it to roll spaghetti neatly around the fork,

"but why didn't I think about it" I think hating myself for the poor figure I had instead,

once finished collecting the pasta, he brings the fork to my mouth, I savor the morsel looking into his eyes,

"good?" he asks me handing me my napkin,I take it by covering my mouth

"very good" I reply after having swallowed.

Silence returns between the two of us, we eat our salad,neither of us utters a word,

I stare at my plate,I feel his gaze all the time on me,it's getting quite embarrassing,

I'm at lunch with my teacher who just helped me eat ...

As soon as we're both done we go to the cashier,he pay and we go out,

"thank you very much, it was delicious"

"no problem y / n, it was a pleasure for me, come follow me, my house is here around the corner"I nod and follow him to a large door,opens with the key

"ladies first" he tells me smiling,

I smile too and enter, followed by him,

we make a flight of stairs and arrive at his door

"here we are, please, come in"

WOW,

a gigantic open space with a beautiful sofa in the center of the living room,beautiful wooden furniture,an equally huge kitchen with beautiful white furniture show up before my eyes,

I remain mute looking around,

"would you like something to drink?" he asks me,

"oh no no, I don't want to disturb again, I'll take the notes and then I'll leave you alone, thanks"

"you don't disturb, absolutely, on the contrary, at least I have some company, I am always here alone to work, infinite sadness"

oh, so he's single,this news makes me smile subconsciously,

"Was that smile a yes?"

"Yes, thinking about it, I wouldn't mind a little drink" I smile like an idiot.

He turns his back,reaches the coat hanger,

I watch him in dismay take off his jacket and hang it up remaining in his shirt,

"cocktail or bubbles?" he asks me reaching out the fridge,

"I vote for bubbles" I answer confidently,

"well, excellent choice, take a seat on the sofa" he tells me, lifting the sleeves of his shirt,

I lightly bite my lip watching him as he tidies the fabric over his arms,

I'm going to sit down,he reaches me with two flutes and a bottle and puts everything on the table in front of the sofa,

with a loud "pop" he opens the bottle pouring the clear sparkling liquid into the glasses,

"here you go" he hands me a glass,

"cheers" I say lifting it slightly,

"cheers" he lightly collides his glass with mine,I take a little sip to taste it,it was really good,

I laugh watching him finish the whole glass in two sips,

he puts his glass on the table and then he sits better on the sofa,

"you know, I could risk my job if someone saw you here with me" he says,

my eyes widen at this statement,

"But you know another thing? I don't give a shit because I'm really good here with you" he continues turning his gaze to me,

"I'm really glad Richard" I smile embarrassed

"yes because, you are so shy, but kind, nice, intelligent"I feel my cheeks getting warm,

"I see you there, sitting at your desk during my lessons, always careful to take notes,how do you put the pen to your lips when you are focused on listening to me,or when you bites the skin on your fingers,you are fantastic "he continues,

I remain speechless,

he had noticed so many things about me,

"you look so beautiful when you blush like this"I cover my face with embarrassed hands,

"sorry y / n I didn't want to make you uncomfortable"

"don't worry, I'm just very shy, as you noticed too" I giggle embarrassed taking another long sip, finishing my bubbles,

I see him giggling,

"why are you laughing?" I ask confused,

"oh, I was thinking about how surreal this situation is"

"enough" I giggle too,I reach out to put the glass on the coffee table and I feel him stroking my hair,

"they are beautiful" he tells me,

"thank you" I smile again at his compliment,he looks me straight in the eyes,

I struggle to keep his gaze,

those dark eyes,so intense,they screwed up my brain ...

"maybe I better go ..." I say getting up from the sofa,

"hey no y / n, wait ..." he gently grabs my wrist

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you"he also stands up,his hand in contact with my skin sends me into an outburst,

I feel a zoo in my stomach,the fact that he doesn't want me to leave makes a tremendous excitement build up in me,

he looks at me sorry,

I can see in his eyes the desire to still have my company,

"Richard ..." I approach him stroking his cheek with one hand and I decide to surprise him by joining my lips to his,

alcohol has definitely helped me to take courage and make the first move,

initially he remains motionless,

does not react,

but then he react to the kiss deepening it,

I feel his soft lips in contact with mine,

he puts her hands on my face,

it's so delicate ..

I detach myself meeting his gaze again,

he looks me straight in the eyes stroking my face and smiling,

"I'm sorry Richard ... I shouldn't" I say lowering my head,

"hey hey" with two fingers under my chin he leads me to raise my head "don't apologize, I didn't expect it, that's true but, I wanted nothing else, I've been craving your lips for months now y / n"

I am shocked by his words,

he keeps looking at me smiling,

he pushes a lock of my hair behind my ear,

"the same goes for me Mr. Brown" I say lightly stroking the fabric of the collar of his white shirt,

he smiles at me pleased,

with a thumb caresses my lips,

"y / n ..." he tells me almost whispering,

I get closer to him,

I feel his breath on my face,

his lips press against mine again,

this time a more passionate, intense kiss,

his tongue almost immediately comes into contact with mine,

they meet eager,

his arms hold me,

I can feel his heart beating fast,

I move slightly away from him, keeping the kiss, to bring my hands to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing it,

I feel him smiling against my lips,

I undo every button opening it, revealing his smooth chest,

"you're the least shy shy I've ever known" he tells me smiling after leaving my lips,

"I'm good at surprising" I wink at him, giggling.

He pushes my hair to one side and slings down my neck,

he kisses and eagerly licks it,

I feel the chills all along my spine,

the contact of his beard with my skin drives me crazy.

He climbs slowly with kisses up to my jaw, while with his hands he begins to lift the shirt I was wearing,

he slips his hands inside, caressing my breasts, free from the bra that I never wear,

he takes it off completely and pauses to observe my naked torso,

I feel the embarrassment growing in me,

that stops his advance as soon as I feel his lips leave wet kisses on my breast,

embarrassment is replaced by arousal and a slight moan leaves my lips as he grabs my nipple between his lips,

I put my hands in his hair, stroking them while I hold back the moans.

He goes down very slowly to kiss my abdomen until he reaches the button of my jeans,

he unbuttons them looking at me from the bottom up and lowers them, taking off my shoes and slipping them off my legs and then throwing them in a corner of the room;

His lips are now on my inner thigh,

he kisses it and licks it delicately,

he caresses my thighs,

he goes back up with kisses to my pelvis,

my abdomen,

my chest,

my neck,

until his lips meet mine again,

he kisses me aggressively,

he grabs my thighs and lifts me up,

I cling with my legs to his pelvis and with my arms around his neck, continuing to kiss him eagerly,

he starts walking and goes to the bedroom,

he rests me on the ground continuing to kiss me pressing me against the cold wall of the room,

I completely take off his shirt, which I had previously unbuttoned, letting it fall to the ground,

"y / n ... are you sure?" he asks me,

"yes" I reply sure of my answer,

he reaches out to my intimacy starting to caress it through the fabric of the panties,

my breathing gets heavier,

"open your mouth"

I follow his order and part my lips,

he removes his hand from my intimacy bringing the two fingers he was using to my mouth,

"suck it" he orders me,

looking straight into his eyes I start sucking his fingers completely impregnating them with my saliva,

once satisfied he extracts them from my lips,

he goes down again with his hand to my panties, which he moves to one side,

starting to caress my sex with circular movements,

a high-pitched moan leaves my throat as soon as I feel a finger make space between my walls,

moves it in and out fast,

with decisive and confident movements,

I moan against his neck,

I start to move against his hand to seek more pleasure,

"do you want more?" he asks in my ear,

"yes, please" I reply,

with a sharp movement he also inserts his second finger inside me,

I moan heavily unable to restrain myself,

he keeps moving his fingers fast,

with his thumb he caress my clit,

I moan his name almost close to my climax,

my legs are shaking,

I cling to his neck almost hugging him holding on to him to avoid falling,

"Richard ..." I gasp before letting myself go to orgasm.

I breathe fast still holding on to him,

he brings the fingers he used to his lips sucking my liquid away,

"you are yummy y / n" strokes my hair "can't wait to make you mine" he whispers in my ear,

"do it now Richard, make me yours"

he smiles at me satisfied going to retrieve a condom from a nearby piece of furniture,

"as madam wishes"

he holds the square bag between his teeth as he undoes his pants,

I watch him take off his shoes sitting on the bed,

he stands up and he lowering both pants and boxers in one fell swoop revealing his fully erect member,

"better than a man on his 30s " I think biting my lip,

he opens the condom and puts it on carefully and then reaches me,

grab my arms and push me onto the bed,

he crawls towards me until he bites my lower lip,

he comes down to kiss my jaw,

he licks my chest between the breasts and goes down to my belly leaving a trail of saliva,

"We don't need these" he says referring to my slip that he slips off and throws on the ground,

I look at his face between my legs,

I throw my head back as soon as I feel his tongue lick every inch of the skin of my sex,

"quite wet"

he lifts himself up on his elbows and climbs more towards me completely overpowering me,

"ready?

"ready" I reply,

he aligns his penis with my entrance pushing it in,

he pushes slowly until it is fully inserted,

I feel completely filled,

my walls squeeze his penis perfectly,

"everything OK?" he asks me,

"very well" I reply in ecstasy,

"perfect"

begins to move slowly accelerating gradually,

his tip rubs against my walls,

I hold the sheets in my hands,

"please, harder" I say in my panting,

he accelerate the ritm and I cling to his back with my arms,

he goes out and re-enters me with strong moves,

I feel hia sighs on my face,

"y / n" he moans my name,

"Richard, I'm almost there" I reply between sighs,

he speed up his movements a little and start cursing,

his breathing quickens,

he is close to the apex too,

he reaches out to my lower abdomen, pressing lightly while continuing to move fast,

I stick my nails into his back from the explosion of pleasure from the pressure, his penis repeatedly touches my g-spot causing me to reach my second orgasm,

one last firm move inside me and he freezes emptying into a condom,

he comes out of me and lies down next to me breathing heavily,

I turn to him and take off his condom,

I tie it up and get up to throw it into the basket at the entrance to the room,

he watches me go back to him,

"you are so beautiful y / n"

I blush as I lie down again next to him,

"It's the first time someone gets rid of a condom for me" laughs,

"sure, because I'm unique" I say jokingly turning towards him,

"you really are" he smiles at me,

he stretches his arm towards me motioning me to lean on him,

I move closer by resting my head on his chest,

he holds me close with his arm.

"Professor Brown it was fantastic" I tell him,

"also for me mrs. y / s" he answers stroking my back,

I relax completely in his arms enjoying the moment.

//the morning after//

"good morning Professor Brown" I say entering the classroom,

"oh, good morning mrs. y / s, I see you well today, did you do something nice yesterday?"

"yes Professor Brown, yesterday was a beautiful day"

he winks at me without being noticed by the other students in the classroom and I go and sit at my usual desk to follow the lesson.

[gucciwins]

where's bel

it's a good day until it isn't

Word count: 5017

A/N: hi friends! here's seattle for you to enjoy. i haven't been to washington in years and well now im ready to start planning for a trip down there. ii hope you're enjoying the story and if there's anything you'd like to see please please let me know.

please remember to reblog! let me know what you thought!

warnings: sexual content, oral pleasure (female receiving), slight angst (a pinch)

love on tour series // previous part

Seattle, Washington

It's nice here, you think as you take in the gloomy weather from outside the tour bus window. There's no sun; it's hidden behind the endless amounts of clouds in the sky. It reminds you of the season you're actually going into, winter. You know there are a few cities covered in snow, but Seattle is currently not. Maybe, by the time you reach New York in a few weeks, you might finally see it.

It was odd that Harry was not playing the venue in Seattle. You knew little to nothing about acquiring venues, but the most likely idea was that another artist would be playing in that arena that same night. It would be an experience is all you knew. Then with a show the following day in Portland, you knew you were in for a few busy days, which is the reason Harry let you drag him to the Public Market.

You bundled up in Harry's well-loved hot pink hoodie and black leggings. While Harry decided on his "Damn" hoodie and matching grey sweats. He looked cozy, and it was almost enough to send you back to bed, to enjoy your time inside together, almost. Your craving for food got you both out the door.

"You enjoying Seattle?" Harry asks, bumping your shoulder to get your attention away from a young child collecting small flowers.

You grin at him, nodding, "yes, it's perfect. Cold and welcoming."

"Enjoy the cold then." He states.

"I do. Growing up in California, I enjoyed the sun and getting to go to the ocean year-round, but nothing beats a rainy day or getting to see snowfall."

"Is that why you liked London so much?" He guides you over to a bench to sit down, moving away before the crowd of people could get a look at you.

"I guess. I didn't think of that." You sit there, letting your hand rest on top of his, neither of you moving to link your hands together, cautious of maybe being seen.

"You still want to head to the market?" He checks in, changing the topic, not wanting you to get lost in your head.

"There's a chance we'll be spotted," you remind him.

He grins, "I'm willing to risk it."

"Okay," you agree. "Me too."

You're walking around for a while, enjoying the environment. Walking close enough where your hands brush every few seconds. Harry decided having your hoods up would help; it also helped that it seemed to rain at the most random times, so it didn't make you stand out.

Harry pointed out a small child chasing their father with flowers, their laughter ringing loud, capturing everyone's attention. It made you imagine a future with Harry, one that maybe might not be near but something you can look forward to. Pike Place Market was filled with different stores and places to eat. You and Harry honestly struggled to decide where to eat. You settled on The Crumpet Shop, it was all made fresh daily, and if you would have had it your wait, you'd walk out with bags of the bread, but Harry had told you that would be excessive. He was right.

Walking past a sweet flower shop, with the most beautiful flowers shining bright in the gloomy city, you knew you had to go, but then something caught your eye.

"Look, H. There's a mercando." You point to a shop with its sign hanging above and a few people inside. "El Mercado Latino" was begging for you to walk in.

"Well, go on."

"Really?"

He chuckles, "there's no way I'm stopping you. Get me something good, yeah?"

"Not going in?"

He shakes his head, "I'll wait here."

You smile up at him, leaning up on your toes to give him a quick kiss when you catch yourself and take a step back. "Sorry, H."

"We're fine. Let's go back after, miss being able to kiss you and touch you."

You agree quickly, promising you won't take long.

After a look around, you had your hand full of treats you hadn't seen since you were in Los Angeles, as well as drinks. The lady at the counter was so kind and told you the empanadas were a must-try; you got four, each one a different flavor. You knew Harry would enjoy it as much as you. You left after paying but made a mental note to come back one day in the future with Sarai.

You looked over and saw Harry staring down at his phone and knew he would be fine alone, just a few more minutes longer. Flowers were calling your name, and you wanted to give them to Harry. You loved the smile that came on his face when you gifted him anything from a small candy he once shared to telling you he enjoyed giving him flowers. The smile was all yours and something you took pride in.

The lady at the counter arranged the most beautiful bouquet for you with too many flowers you can't name. She provides a list for you and how to properly care for them. Taking good care of them could have them bright and alive for longer than a week.

You're walking back, your hood over your face when you stop, spotting Harry speaking with two young girls; he's holding something. He looks timid but open to talking with them. Harry shoots them a smile and walks away slowly. He looks back, slowly waving, knowing they are filming.

You see him eye you and nod his head to meet him on the other side. You do so, making sure your face is blocked, and the girls don't see you or anyone else. Once you're a reasonable distance from people, you close the gap between you and Harry, staring down at the flowers he is cradling.

You pout, "I got you flowers," holding them up to your face.

"Oh darling, that's so sweet of you. Some fans beat you."

"That was kind of them."

He grins down at them, "it was."

"More flowers for us," you shrug, knowing they'd look nice on the tour bus, really liven it up a little more.

"You got yours fast," Harry comments, grabbing your free hand to cross the street together.

"Yeah, the sweet man at the counter gifted them to me." Harry's head turns so fast you think it might keep turning, "something about ladies not buying their own flowers."

He pauses, looking down at the flowers in your hand. You know you should keep walking the hotel a bit away, and the rain seems to be coming back. "Someone flirted with you,"

"No, of course not," you dismiss. You bring the flowers to your nose, taking an exaggerated sniff of them.

"They did."

You roll your eyes, looking down at your cozy outfit, "I look like a bum. They wouldn't dare flirt."

"Darling, you are easily the prettiest person here," his eyes find yours, and you see the sincerity in his words.

You slip your hand into the hoodie pocket and pull out a receipt. "I was messing with you."

"You are a menace," he declares, still leaning in to place a kiss on your cold cheek.

"The lady did give me a discount, saying her daughter and her were big fans. So I signed one of those cards they add to bouquets for her."

"That was kind of you." Harry pulls you along, beginning to walk again, "it is going to end up online."

"Yeah…oh well."

"Ready to go public."

"Sure, bestie," you reply sarcastically.

"Do you not want to?"

"Want what?"

"Go public."

It always comes back to confirming something the public doesn't need to get their hands on.

"The truth?" You look up at him, but he's looking forward, no longer smiling.

"Yes."

"No."

"Okay, why?"

You want him to understand your reasoning, and there is only one way, "have you ever gone public?"

"No," he sees a bench up ahead, it's facing a dog park, and you sit next to him, thighs touching. "People assumed, and their sources eventually confirmed it."

"Right. Well, we are two people living in the spotlight that already give most of ourselves away. Why should we share more than we have to?"

"I see."

"You understand?"

"I do. And I agree."

"Good." You sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. "Who knows, we'll get married one day, and I'll still be saying you're my friend."

"Best friend," he corrects, not reacting to your previous statement. Harry rests his hand over yours, squeezing you tight, letting you know it's something he sees and wants as well with you.

"Best friend."

He taps your thigh, "tell me about the treats you got us."

And just like that, you get lost in the moment with him, ignoring everything around you and all your focus on Harry.

Tacoma, Washington

"Poor Lambert. These fans are ruthless." You're sitting there scrolling through Twitter, Harry just having his hair finished and just waiting to pass the time until he has to put on his outfit for the night.

He laughs, "that they are."

"I think you look nice." After sending a text to Lambert, you drop your phone, letting him know you appreciate the looks each night.

"Thank you."

"You're comfortable and know you look sexy, so sorry to the fans. Personally, your outfits get me hot and bothered each night."

"Do they?" He smirks, approaching you slowly on your spot on the couch. He sinks down in front of you, his hands moving up your bare thighs.

You nod, "'course, you have to know that by now."

"I didn't."

"So if I were to touch you under your skirt, you'd be,"

"Wet," you finish for him. "Yes."

You don't stop him as he reaches under, and he gasps as he brushes his fingers over your lace panties.

"Bloody hell, Bel."

"Told you, you're hot." You shrug, letting yourself get lost in his touch.

"Think you deserve to be taken care of."

You spread your legs open wider, "by all means."

Harry moved his hands up your sides pushing your skirt up out of the way while sliding your wet panties down and tossing them over his shoulder without care. You were wide open for him. His stare was intense as he looked at you, ready to devour you.

He slid his hand smoothly down between your legs. His knuckles brushed your inner thighs, and your muscles trembled like leaves in the win. You knew he could feel the heat radiating from your core. Lightly, he began to trace the folds of your skin, moving up and down, wanting your wimpers to fill the room.

Harry leaned in closer, taking in the rich aroma of your arousal. It was all for him. He kissed your thighs, making sure to keep them spread open, you kept asking for more, but Harry was taking his time. He was enjoying you in no need to rush as if he had all the time in the world. He didn't, but for you, he would.

"Baby," you whispered.

Harry knew he had to give you more; rarely did you call him baby unless you needed more from him, and well, he'd bring you all the pleasure you wanted.

He pressed a kiss to your clit, "is this what you want?"

"You know what I want."

He smirks, "I do, pretty girl."

He licked you, and he did it again; he slid a finger inside of you, and you clenched around him.

"Harry, fuck," you moaned out.

You were close, so close. Harry circled your clit, and then he sucked it with relentless pressure drawing out the pleasure until you came for him.

"Fuck, Harry, Harry," was all you could say, and with one final suck to your clit you came. You screamed his name, not caring who heard, to lost in the pleasure he brought you. Your entire body shook as Harry continued light strokes to coax you down.

"Alright, baby?" Harry checks in.

"Good," you hum, "so good."

He breathes out a laugh, licking his lips groaning at the taste of you. He knew he'd never be able to get enough of you. You smiled up at him, eyes glassy but full of love for him. His eyes darted down to your lips, then over your body, and he knew he had to have you now and not after the show.

Harry missed your lips, and he knew you didn't mind the taste of yourself and kissed with a fierceness and passion as if you'd be taken away from him. He lost all control when it came to you. You followed his every move, allowing him all control as your hands roamed his body. He tore his mouth from yours and kissed his way down your neck. Your whimpers and sighs filled his ears, letting him know how badly you wanted him. Your fingers twisted in his hair as you tugged your body closer together if it was even possible.

You were still dressed, your shirt a mess, and your skirt at your waist, but it didn't stop him from still seeing you as the most beautiful person in front of him. That you were vulnerable enough to trust him and love him.

"Sorry to neglect you tonight; promise to make it up to you later." He presses a kiss to your left breast first, then the right.

You freeze, biting back a laugh, "did you apologize to my boobs?"

"Yes, I can't play with them now. Need them to know I didn't forget."

"You're ridiculous," now no longer holding in your laugh.

"Ridiculously in love," he tries, but you're too busy laughing until he pinches your nipple, making you gasp in pleasure. "That's right, attention back on me, love."

"I need you, H."

"Yeah, baby? Want me inside you?"

"Please, please," you beg.

Harry could not deny you or himself any longer. He pushed down his sweats, struggling to get them off his right foot. He got up to remove it; just as he was about to go back to you, he leaned down behind the couch to where his bag was for a condom. You nodded, glad he was always careful with you. He slipped it on, settling back on top of you.

You reached out and wrapped your fingers around his girth. He closed his eyes as every muscle in his body tightened like a rubber band being stretched to its limit.

"Ready, love?"

You didn't answer him at first. Instead, he gelt you tug him closer to you, and he opened his eyes to see you position his cock at your entrance.

"I'm ready, mi amor." You lifted your eyes to him as you rubbed his tip up and down your entrance. "Please, I need you."

Harry covered your hand with him, and you both moved the head of his cock up and down your arousal. With each pass, he grew harder as he got ready to sink himself in. He gripped your hip with one hand and thrust into you with one powerful stroke; you cried out in pleasure. Your body resisted at first, and he stilled. He rested his forehead against yours, allowing you time to adjust to him. When he felt your thighs relax, he allowed himself to push further in, burying himself up to his balls. He knew he wouldn't last long.

"This isn't going to last long," he warns you.

Your eyes are filled with lust urging him to move, not caring how long he takes as long as he moves. With a final nod, he pulled out of you and pushed back in. Harry lost himself as he pumped in and out of you, his fingers digging into your hips. You forget everything around you, your focus only on him. You didn't care that he had to be on stage soon. No, you allowed yourself to exist as simply Bel and Harry.

Keeping one hand fixed hard on her hips, he slid the other farther up her body, moving up until he rested it on your cheek, basking in your soft skin.

"Yes, yes, yes," you whispered as your nails dug into his shoulders as you anchored your grip there.

When your inner walls finally clenched, Harry knew you were close as it was hard to thrust in you; he snaked his hand down to rub your clit with his thumb. He watched you throw your head back, lost in the orgasm that had passed through you. Every muscle in his body let go as he felt you loosen, a moan of your name leaving his lips as he emptied inside you. He wrapped his arms around you tight, not yet ready to let you go.

"I love you," he whispers, brushing your hair back.

"Love you too, amor."

You know you don't have time to bask in the afterglow, but there will be time for that tonight before bed.

"Nice before show snack," he snickers after disposing of the condom.

"Kindly, please never say that again."

"Okay, only because I love you."

He moves off of you, coming back with a rag to clean you up, knowing that there was no saving your outfit tonight. Thank goodness for backups.

You helped Harry get ready, worrying about yourself after knowing you'd be cutting it close for time.

The first knock comes as Harry tucks in his lavender metallic shirt into the velvet seafoam green trousers while you adjust the suspenders from the back.

"Good?"

He does a spin.

"Don't look as fucked. Ayae might not forgive me for the hair."

He frowns at the mirror, "I like it."

You giggle, "course you do. Me, on the other hand, is a complete mess."

Harry takes in your wrinkled shirt and skirt. "Right, I'll head out. No rush, okay."

You nod, letting him kiss you a few times before the knock on the door takes him away. He pulls away, pushing you over to your bag that lays next to his to finish getting ready. "You're lucky I packed my stockings tonight."

"Stockings?" He mutters, eyes wide scanning over your already exposed legs.

You shake your finger at him, "don't even start."

"You're going to drive me up the walls tonight."

You smirk, "that's always nice to hear."

"Harry! Let's go!" Tom yells from outside the door, not bothering to try to open it.

"That's your cue, mi estrella."

"I love you."

You step towards him, landing a short kiss on his lips, "I love you, rockstar. Now go."

You’re sitting on the equipment box for the night. Everyone thought it was a bit odd but didn’t ask why. Tallulah joined you, even telling you sometimes it was okay to sit back and just enjoy. That is what you’d be doing today because Harry tonight before the show gave you two orgasms, and your legs were weak. You wouldn’t last the whole ninety minutes on your feet.

When he saw you sitting, you saw the smirk that took over his face, clearly knowing why you were sitting. You couldn’t wait to see him for “Cherry” to see his reaction to the sheer stockings you chose to go with the skirt, pairing it with one of Harry’s old sweaters, ones fans wouldn’t recognize as his.

Sitting down watching him gave you a new perspective of Harry. You saw how he interacted with as many fans as he could, sending them kisses or posing for their camera. Even a simple wave meant the world to them. He lived for this, and you knew he really was born to be here on stage.

The show passed by in the blink of an eye; before you knew it, Harry began his walk around the stage to read some signs.

Harry is walking around the stage, microphone wire following close behind him. “Few days in Seattle, a very nice place, very nice time.” He encourages the cheers and waves at a few people. “Very cold and very wet.” The cheers got even louder. “I went to the market and you two lovely people gave me some flowers. I just wanted to say thank you!” He points down to the two fans in the pit, and your heart melts.

He didn’t have to do that. You’re sure spotting him and handing him flowers was enough, but to tell an entire arena of his fans that he appreciates them is something they will never forget. Harry is genuinely a good person, and you love getting to see both sides. Your Harry, soft-spoken, kind and loving, and rockstar Harry who is thankful, playful, and a jokester.

Loving Harry is loving all sides of him, and you do. You love him more than you thought possible.

“Look forward to coming back. Sometime soon, I hope.” You look over at Jeff, who is just shaking his head at Harry and his antics that indeed drive Jeff up the wall and the fans crazy. He finishes with a final “don’t know when,” going straight to “Canyon Moon,” ready to give everyone fifteen minutes of endless dancing.

You decide you’ve been sitting long enough; these few songs of endless dancing were your favorite. Everyone got lost in the songs, dancing how they wanted, singing their hearts out. It’s the best part of each night.

Today was no different.

With your friends around you, for the next fifteen minutes, you dance and sing like no one’s watching except someone always is.

Harry runs off stage, straight towards the dressing room. He takes a deep breath once he's there, finally allowing his body to relax after those intense 90 minutes. He had just unclipped the suspenders placing them on the vanity to be put away with the others.

It's a few minutes, and he knows everyone will be coming in soon. He steps out into the hallway to thank them for another great show. Tommy walks up to him, a grim look on his face, and Harry feels his stomach drop.

"Don't get upset."

"What's wrong?" Hundreds of things run through his head, and most involve Bel.

The band walks by him one by one when he sees no one behind Sarah.

That's when he panics.

No Bel.

"Where's Bel?" His voice was firm.

"See,"

"Tommy cut that shit out. Where is she?"

He sighs, "medical."

Harry feels the twist in his stomach and does his best to hold back tears, "what happened?" He's eager to go to her, but he needs to know.

"We aren't sure home, but a few fans got past a side barricade and bombarded her." Harry clenches his fists as Tommy goes on. He doesn't even realize the band is there listening in. "Bel was walking away already, so they caught her off guard. She was trying to be kind and talk with them as she was walking in, but she was tripped."

"Shit."

Anything could have happened, sprain her wrist, break a leg, or worse, be trampled.

"She's fine."

Harry takes off, needing to see her. He needed to make sure that she was okay and that she wasn't more hurt.

When Harry rushes into the arena's medical room, he finds you chatting with the Doctor, your hand holding an ice pack to your head. You're rambling about bracelets you used to wear as a kid but hated when you had to remove them for sports claiming they said it was a "risk to others' safety," as if two strings could hurt anyone.

"Bel," he breathes out, stepping in getting your attention. The smile you give him is enough to leave him breathless again.

"H, you were wonderful. I was just on my way to you." You share, not at all concerned with where you're sitting.

"Were you?" He plays along as he waits for his heart to calm down, seeing that you're in one piece and no injuries insight.

Harry smiles at Ernie, the tour Doctor who's been wonderful to have around.

"A little accident delayed me, but all good. Right, Dr. Ernie?"

Dr. Ernie nods, "She's good. No concussion or bleeding. Not even a bump. Ice is precautionary."

"Thank you," Harry says, not taking his eyes off you. He's gravitated to your side and is now tracing a finger over the tear in your stockings.

"I'll leave you to it if you can let her keep the ice on for at least five more minutes."

"Will do."

"Thanks, Dr. Ernie. Hope not to see you again." You wave as he exits.

It's now the two of you in the small room, and a calmness washes over him. To have you with him again allows his body to relax.

"Can I love?" Harry whispers, pointing to the ice bag you're holding to the side of your head.

You offer the ice to him; Harry gently holds it in place to the damp spot the ice has made on your hair.

The room is quiet, and he knows you're probably going over what happened in your head.

"Want to tell me what happened?"

"It was no one's fault," you're quick to defend moving away from him.

"Bel."

"No, H. I–"

"–love, sit still." He cuts you off. You do as he says, sitting back. Harry moves to stand in front of you, his hand holding the ice to your head, making sure your eyes are on him. "The barricades are done for a reason. You're in the back with security for a reason, to keep everyone safe. My crew–especially my girlfriend, shouldn't have to worry about keeping fans at bay."

You sigh, letting your shoulders drop, knowing he's right. "I'm sorry, you're right, H."

"Don't have to apologize, lovie. You also don't have to defend anyone."

You nod, "I know. Tom and Tallulah helped me up and instantly brought me here."

Harry is so grateful to have friends who love and care for you. "I'm glad to hear that. Hate to see you injured."

"Don't worry, I'm hard to bruise," you assure him, "this will all be forgotten."

"Not if any camera's caught sight of it."

Jeff knocks on the door, catching the end of your conversation, "too late. Bel's trending."

"Already!" Both you and Harry exclaim.

"Y/N Love on Tour Injured, hope you're okay Y/N." Jeff reads off his phone, "that's just two." He turns his phone to show you both there are three more after that; about you at the show, the fans that got through, and treat Harry's friends with kindness. You're being defended, thousands of tweets being added by the minute. As well as the video of you being circulated.

"Oh, for fucks sake. Can nothing ever not be recorded." You express letting some of your frustration seep out as well as some tears.

Both men stand there looking at you in surprise. It honestly makes you laugh.

"Sorry," you brush the few tears that escaped away, "I'm ready to go to bed."

Harry gestures to Jeff to make his exit. You're not even concerned for goodbye knowing you'll see him on the bus that will be taking you to Oregon.

"Bel, what's going through your head?"

"I forget sometimes that I can't–" he squeezes your hand, reminding you here's there listening. "–I want to walk in public and hold your hand and kiss you in line as we wait for coffee or just walk around a park. But no matter what, we'll end up on the front cover or the next headline somewhere." It feels good to let it all out, but it's a truth you rather not have to face.

"Mi sol," he sets the ice on a side table, slipping between your thighs tucking you to his chest.

"I love you, but now fans will run with this, and I know  I chose this life, but they forget we're human too."

Harry rubs your back, soothing you, "I know it's hard, but we can do it. We have been, and it's been good." There's a small fear in him that you'll walk away from him, leaving you both broken-hearted, but he knows you and your heart, and that isn't something you'd do.

"Friends," you whisper.

"Best friends," he corrects you. "At the end of the day, we're partners but also best friends."

"I like that."

Harry kisses the top of your head, "me too."

You let Harry hold you, trying to erase the last hour and also not wanting to leave this room and having to pick up your phone and having to return the endless calls and messages that await you. Maybe, Harry would do it for you once you got back on the tour bus.

Harry pulls you back, tilting your head up to look at him. His emerald eyes shine with their love for you. "Would you give this all up?" He asks.

"What?"

"The spotlight."

You shrug, "maybe, but then I wouldn't have met you."

Harry scrunches his nose disagreeing with you. "I think we would have."

"You think so?"

"Bel, you were made for me," he confesses, and you make sure to tuck that safely inside your heart.

You drew Harry in close, needing to let him know how much his words meant to you. You tilted your head back and brushed your lips against his. Harry pressed closer before deepening the kiss. You parted your lips, allowing him better access wanting to get lost in him. Harry lets you pull back only to bring you back in a second later to press chaste kisses to your lips until you're a giggling mess.

"I love you." He says against your lips.

"I love you too."

"We'll survive the rumors and headlines," he promises. "It'll die down after tour. Only a few more weeks, alright, my love. Then just Harry and Bel."

He kisses your lips softer than before, and you know he's right. Only a few weeks, you could do that.

"Just us."

That sounds perfect.

Just Harry and Bel, you could not wait.

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part eighteen portland

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Breeding Kink

I’m taking this as a kink instead so I hope that’s alright for the request! I apologize if it isn’t! I treated them like drabbles and if I’m honest I’m a bit disappointed in my work ;-; this rose tea is not my best.

Illumi

You opened your door to your pitch-black apartment with the same sluggishness and tiredness you had walking all the way from your work to here. Today had been one of those days, and those were fine once in a while...but the entire week? No, that was not normal. You had been on edge and stressed to the point of burning out. So the plans for this evening consisted of showering, eating something quick, and just dying on your bed. That was until you noticed the figure sitting on your sofa.

Illumi's back was to you; he was so still and quiet, you might as well think he fell asleep while sitting.

"You're late," his voice cut through the silence.

"I didn't know I was expected," you replied, and it was the truth; Illumi had left for a week on a job and didn't even called you. You weren't feeling particularly forgiving this evening, and the edge of your tone contrasted the calm and monotony in his

"It's been a long day, Illumi, is there anything I can do for you?"

Your relationship wasn't the best when it came to normal; there was a lot of miscommunication or lack of it. But Illumi did his best, he was interested in you, and that didn't happen often.

"As my love interest, you should always expect me is a quality that every wife should have. It's their job to wait for their husbands no matter how long they take" Illumi turned slightly to look into your eyes as he talked.

You perked up at the word wife; he had never made allusions to marriage, at least not directly like this. You knew his goals when it came to relationships. Still, you always expected him to leave you in the end for someone more suitable, almost royalty. After all, his parents were very demanding, and you knew you didn't fit the role of the perfect wife, starting with the fact that you worked a regular job and haven't found your nen if you even had one.

"But we're not married, Illumi. Besides, I don't think your parents would approve of someone as vain as me. I'm not strong, and I don't meet the qualifications. So..." you shrugged in the end, dropping your keys on the counter and your bag nearby.

Your hand went to flip the switch; all this talk in the darkness was unnerving you, especially when you took into consideration Illumi was an assassin. Right when you flipped the switch, Illumi's hand was on your wrist, turning off the lights once more. You could feel his toned chest as he pulled you close to him. For a second, you struggled in a fight or flight response, and Illumi's face went to the crook of your neck. His breath on your neck sent chills down your spine as he planted a feather-like kiss on your pulse. The action almost threatening, and it made you swallow. The fear and desire burned equally in your veins as he stretched your clothes, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way to your shoulder.

"I think I've given you too much freedom. Do you think you're in control in this relationship?" He whispered to your shoulder, his other hand holding you tightly to him. "Do you think you can talk back to me just because you're tired? If you're going to be my wife, you need to learn how to behave properly."

Illumi slammed you down on the island counter, both of your hands twisted on your back held with one hand. You gasped and yelped as he did so. Whether it was from desire or fear, you didn't know. He bent over you, leaning close to the side of your head, nibbling your earlobe and whispering.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Illumi's free hand caressed your side, going down and squeezing everything he could. "The first lesson is to obey my every command. Can you do that?"

You nodded frantically, and he tilted his head innocently as if he wasn't holding you down or grinding into your hips slowly.

"Good girl" Illumi turned your body so you'd be laying on your back facing him. His hands went to your shirt, ripping it open, sending the buttons flying all around.

"Second, we have to continue the Zoldyck Legacy..." Illumi caressed a trail down your stomach and undid his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll ensure you're filled to the brim, just to be sure it takes. We still have all night to try."

Hisoka

Hisoka had managed to find you where you were staying. You were on a short business trip. After he had disappeared to go on another gig, you didn't think it would matter if you actually did the same for the same reason. But Hisoka didn't like that. Like the petulant child he is, he was expecting to arrive home and be received and welcomed with a nice meal and some more relaxing activities afterward. But all he got was a nicely written note on the counter explaining your absence.

P.S feed your cat dummy :)

"Hmm," the cat meow made him look down to the fluff currently sitting at his feet, "She left you too, huh? Well, at least you welcomed me." He said in a bitterly playful tone.

After feeding the adorable and fearsome beast that guarded your apartment, he went on to look for you. He wanted your attention, and he wanted it now.

You had been staying at a company-paid hotel near the station. It was a relatively short trip, three days max, counting on everything going according to the agenda. After you had finished your last reports, you were set for a nice shower and sleep. Your stomach growling said otherwise, though. So you ordered some room service and went to shower quickly just in case the food came. When you were out in your robes, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming"

You opened the door, still drying your hair, when you looked up at the man serving you. It was Hisoka. Somewhere along the way, after he figured where you were, he had seen the boy coming up with your food, and once that was temporarily disposed of, he went on to serve you.

"Mmm, hello (Y/N)-Chan, how lovely to see you" he rolled the cart inside the room and closed the door by slamming you into it.

"Hisoka, w-what are you doing here?"

"I was lonely and bored. You left me all alone" He licked a trip up your neck all the way to your cheek.

"You leave alone all the time; what's the difference?" You were angry at that statement, 'how dare he?'

Hisoka's eyes widened for a split second, but not in shock, more in amusement.

"Oh," he chuckled, the tone dangerous, "my bad, little pet, I didn't realize this was such a sensitive topic" his tone was whimsical and mocking.

"Here, let's eat, and maybe you'll feel better" without giving you a chance, Hisoka grabbed your arms and flung you into the bed.

After your first release, you felt tired. You had been working nonstop for these two days. Your eyes closed, and his half-lidded ones are the last thing you remember.

"You actually passed out, doll. Was our sexy time too much to handle, or have I been mistreating you all these weeks I wasn't there, hmm~?"

You let out a breath at his playful look. He was rubbing circles on your exposed stomach while straddling you.

"Mmm, I think you're not relaxed enough; we might as well try again. After all, you let all my efforts slip out; I'll have to work hard to fill you up again~" he pouted playfully, looking over your tired form. "Don't worry, you can sleep while I'm at it, little fruit."

Chrollo

You were currently perched on your island counter chair like a vulture looking down at its prey. The entire week had been a mess of deadlines, due dates, and unhelpful people. To say you were stressed was an understatement. You were so stressed you no longer felt stressed.

That's how Chrollo found you when he entered your house. He could've used the front door, but he wanted to surprise you, and now he was worried about your confused face staring down the laptop screen.

You were so concentrated that when his hand laid on your shoulder, you jumped with a yelp.

"Argh, don't scare me like that," you chuckled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek but immediately turned to the computer screen once more.

Chrollo pouted slightly. He had been gone for an entirety of two weeks because of a small job; the least he expected was to be received with kisses, praise, and hugs like it was a kings parade.

He understood the stress, but he wasn't having it.

"Have you eaten anything?" He casually asked.

"Not really, but I can make you something if you want?" Chrollo gave a small smiled at the fact that you'd roll were willing to attend to him. You just needed to relax.

"Don't worry, love, I'll go shower" you nodded, and he turned, making his way down the hall and disappearing. You heard the water turn on muffled because of the closed door.

While you were concentrated on your work Chrollo slipped out of the bathroom, he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you and slamming you against the wall. His lips were possessive and angry as he kissed you. Sandwiched between his toned chest and the wall, you tried to push him back but eventually gave in to the way his fingers caressed your sides, his tongue forced yours into submission, and how he grinds his hips suggestively.

"Chrollo," you gasped when he finally let go of your swollen lips to suck on the skin of your neck. "I have to w-work."

At the mention of it, he bit down hard on your shoulder, making you Yelp.

"No more work" he licked the bite, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses. "I just returned, expecting my little darling to receive me with kisses and at least one hug. But instead," his free hand grabbed your hips tightly enough to bruise, "you've overworked to the bone" your hands held his head close to your chest, ruffling his hair in the process and making him look even hotter.

"I-I"

"It's alright, I know how you can make it better" kiss on your shoulder.

"for both of us" kiss on your jaw.

"I'm going to shower, and you're coming with me; after getting on your knees for me, you can let me fill you up nicely."

"But-t" a moan slipped your lips as his knee went between your legs.

"And if you keep protesting, I'll just keep stuffing you until you can't think straight. See if you can work after that"

I hope this was good! I’m sorry if I butchered this 😭

[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

~

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

~

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

~

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

~

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

~

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

~

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

~

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

~

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

~

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

~

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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zagreus pre-canon timeline (5/5)

I'll just make a Zagreus timeline, I said. It'll be quick, I said.

Well, this is the final post! We're caught up to canon now. Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

10. ZAGREUS BECOMES AIMLESS & FILLED WITH APATHY

Building off of those signs we saw in the previous post, Zagreus seems to have gone through a period of apathy around this time. He mentions it himself when speaking to Patroclus (pre-1.0 screenshot), and I believe he does so to Orpheus as well (though I can't find a screenshot).

(Also, "someone said to me" is definitely Achilles. Achilles has a dialogue with Nyx about not giving up on himself so that Zagreus wouldn't also give up on himself. But I'm getting off-topic.)

Thanatos, on his first canon meeting with Zagreus in Elysium, also makes a note of Zagreus' despondence before canon.

"That's more motivation than I've ever heard from you". Yeah. I think Zagreus definitely had a rough patch after being fired from the Admin Chamber; not because he missed the work, but because of that mounting feeling that he wasn't any good for anything, that he didn't belong.

As those feelings continued to fester, he decided to investigate if he actually didn't belong... by enlisting Hypnos' help putting the House to sleep so he could rifle through Hades' papers.

11. ZAGREUS FINDS THE LETTER FROM PERSEPHONE

Here we come to the single most significant flashback in pre-canon times!

Though this is shown to the player after run #6, presumably in an attempt to avoid dumping all this information at the start of the game when the player has no attachment to these characters, this scene took place before the events of the game and became the catalyst for Zagreus wanting to leave home.

Again, we get the "Earlier..." banner and the sepia tones, etc. Note also that it is possible to beat the game on run #1 (if you're extremely good at it) and Zagreus heads to the cottage with Nyx's instructions on how to find it, so he DOES know what he's looking for, from the start. This scene is from the past.

He finds the letter and the truth about his parentage, "entirely by chance". (I will never not laugh at this clever trick of storytelling to keep momentum in this scene rather than have the player examine a dozen papers and have Zagreus go on a lengthy attempt to rationalize the letter.)

Then he confronts Nyx, who was not affected by Hypnos' shroud of sleep, seemingly. The scene cuts away before we learn what Nyx tells him, but we can assume it's the truth about Persephone, or at least enough that he decides to seek her out.

Wishing to support him as Persephone would have done, as a mother would do, Nyx contacts Athena and the Olympians, feeding them a story about Zag wishing to join them on their mountaintop, in order to persuade them to aid Zagreus in his escape.

And that's how we come to: CANON!

I hope these posts were interesting to read! They've been on my mind for quite a while, and now they're out in the world. As always, you're welcome to send asks if there's anything you'd like to suggest for a future meta post! <3

< Part 4

[classyfruit]

⚜️ ClassyfruitbASKet - Part 4 ⚜️

Good evening/timezone to all of you! 🤗 Here we go again, another - uncharacteristically timely 😅 - edition of our classy Q&A. I hope to do this once a week with changing topics so you all get a chance to have your questions answered! Never be shy to ask me something, I love getting messages from you and I READ. THEM. ALL. 😳 Even if I need a LONG time to reply due to arting. You and your input are incredibly welcome and I appreciate every message, ask and like! ✨ Today's topics are: Mother Miranda and some personal questions/messages you sweethearts sent me! Let's-a go!

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Good evening to you too, @shaitanmachine2004 ! 😌 Why of COURSE we will see more of birb mom--... I mean Motheranda... I mean Mirander... I mean... Glory to her! 😬 In fact, I do have a sketch lying around for her that I haven't yet uploaded. I might be tempted to do so next week. 😉

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Thank you for asking about my fix-it comic and especially everyone's favourite birb mommy. 🥰 (Cue Alcina going: "Ohh Mother Miranda~") Of course Miranda will also get comfort in due time! You can look forward to the next pages for sure, if you want some soft, wholesome and a bit emotional moments. Stay tuned, dearest anon! 😘

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Hi there, birb-watching anon! Thank you so much for showing my version of Miranda some love! 😘 I adore the original design, too, but my love for middle-aged women went brrr and that was the resolut. 😆 And I agree, Miranda deserves all the love.

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Aw, shucks! 😳 You sure know how to compliment someone. I hope you slept well afterwards, you anonymous charmer! 🥰 (Also, nothing to regret here, you sweetheart!)

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Such an honour! Much power, such conduct! 😌 Honestly, classical music conductors accomplish pure magic (C'mon,they even have a wand!). 🧙 I don't think there's any I COULDN'T take this as a compliment! Thank you very much, incognito friend!

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So nice of you to ask, anon! (Although I don't recall which day I originally saw your ask on. 🤔) My days have been filled with relaxation and with the utter joy to return to the drawing board for you all, so I am happy as a clam! I hope it's as good a day for you! 😊

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No, YOU ALL are awesome!!! All jokes aside, thank you so much, I appreciate you all more than you could ever know! 😘 And my Classyfruit journey wouldn't be the same without all of you. So thank YOU and YOU are the awesomestestest... ✨

_______ Et voila, questions answered/reacted to, mischief managed, crops watered and skin cleared. As always, thank you all so much for sending in your questions and asks and reading until this point! You are my favourite fruits and friends. 🤗 I'll see you next Monday and in the meantime, you all got homework: Stay hydrated, stay warm, take care of yourself EXTRA well! Much love!💕 Classy

[hitoshiikigai]

first date

✰ characters: kuroo tetsurou, tsukishima kei

not as smooth as you think or as he wants to be either😩 but he definitely tries

might have tried to tame his hair, you know to make a good impression and all but still goes with his iconic hairstyle in the end

though if you squint reeeeeeeallllly hard, like reeeeally REALLY hard, his hair seems a little neater🤭

opens doors for you, orders for you, will definitely NOT let you pay, that kinda thing

a very chill and fun first date because he made sure to plan things very carefully and made note of what makes you comfortable and your dislikes

but you can't tell that it was planned because he makes it seem like it's not

also has a permanent smile on his face for the whole date

not like a big grin or his usual smirk but more of a "wow look at them" kinda smile, get it? a soft smile you could say

homeboy's just a lil giddy that he's finally on a date with you though he won't make that obvious

tries to hide his nerves with teasing and bad science jokes/ pickup lines

"when i'm near you i undergo anaerobic respiration because baby, you take my breath away😉"

pack it up einstein😭✋

if you're nervous as well, he'll definitely notice and will use the same methods to get you to warm up

but if you're more softspoken, he'll have more bad jokes and will try to keep ease up on his teading(it'll still be there though, but more so for his own indulgence because he wants to see you flustered)

and if you're more bold and can match his teasing, he'll amp it up and it'll probably turn into a competition to see who will give in first

also, if the date's a lunch date or a cafe date or just anything that requires paying for something, he pays for it faster than kagehina's quick attack, you won't even have the chance to think of paying

if you insist, the way he asks for the next date will probably be like: "you can pay on our next one😌"

ok so maybe he CAN be smooth but we all know this science nerd is still a dork

and as the date goes on, when you're feeling more comfortable with each other, he might hold your hand or have an arm around your shoulders and all the cute petnames will start coming out

all in all, it's an amazing first date ùwú

maybe you also got a kiss on the forehead at the end and maybe he goes home with his cheeks just a little pinker than normal because he did That

we all know he's just a little teenie tiny bit mean and he knows it but for your first date, he's more careful of his words

the Salt will slip occasionally but not enough to make you feel bad because that's the last thing he wants to happen >:( and he talks to you in an unnoticibly softer tone, a difference so microscopic only ants can hear it and maybe yamaguchi, the usual sharpness gone uwu

the date will most likely be somewhere quiet or has smaller crowds, maybe a small cafe or a vinyl shop or maybe even a museum

maybe not the movies or library because he does want to talk to you, so more like a place where if he runs out of words or doesn't know how to make the conversation flow, the surroundings will give him topics to talk about

but also a place where the silence can be filled when the conversation stops

so if you're a person of few words, it'll be okay if you both take a break from talking and the pauses in your conversation won't be uncomfortable for both of you

and if you're able to talk enough for both of you, the background conversations are soft enough that he can hear you at a comfortable volume

talked to yamaguchi the night before the date to get some ideas

gets teased by yama tho but he sucks it up because he wants the date to be good "urusai yamaguchi"

he's a little awkward but that's ok because even kageyama can notice that our dear tsukki right here is Soft™️ for you

smiles when you're not looking🥺 just a little curl at the end of his lips as he listens to you talk/ watches you walk

you might have to make a few moves first so if you want to hold his hand, you go first and he will gladly hold yours will not admit that he had been thinking of ways to get to hold your hand though and he's happy he finally can

he holds tighter and say some tsundere thing like "i just don't want you to get lost in the crowd" sir there's not even that many people???

it's ok tsukki, you can just say you wanted to hold hands😚

calls you by your name though :')

also pays for you but if you pester him enough he'll let you pay half at least

"aren't you broke? save your money" wow ok damn he didn't have to come for you like that tsukki language translation: i'll pay for us

sends you home and unfortunately does not give you an end-of-date-kiss but does hug you and ruffles your hair/pats your head

makes sure you're in your house safely before heading back home

no one has to know about the new playlist he created for you that night

(o_ _)ﾉ彡☆ a/n 「EEP I GOT MY FIRST REQUEST THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING🥺💛✨☀️ i really hope it's satisfactory 😞👉👈」