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guardians ages?
I have been a bit curious (and in desperate need of some fun facts about these characters) so have some canonical info about these characters ages and the frustrating inconsistencies in some of them (oh inconsistent lore, how I loathe you)
Sophie Bennett - she is 2 years old (rotg script and rotg movie novelization
Jamie Bennett - he is both 8 and 10 years old (the art of rotg and worlds of wonder)
Jack Frost - he is 14, 17, and 18 (and in the books, he can manipulate his age from 11 to 18) (William Joyce, Peter Ramsey, the rotg app, worlds of wonder, guide to the guardians, McDonalds profile card, book five of the Goc series, and William Joyce again)
Katherine - she grows up to be 25, and can manipulate her age from 12 to 25 (book five of the Goc series) she’s also dating Jack (which makes the scene of them arguing and him getting younger and her getting older just. So weird. Why, Joyce, why?)
Sandy - he is the oldest and wisest of the guardians (worlds of wonder, McDonald’s profile card, the art of rotg, and guide to the guardians)
North - in the goc books, he doesn’t know his age (book one in the goc series)
Tooth - younger than the wind but as old as the mountains and her implied age to be closer to whatever Jack is supposed to be (the rotg app, art of rise of the guardians, and the rotg script)
(Video description: a clip of the Filmmaker’s commentary. Peter Ramsey is talking over a clip of the movie when the Guardians collect teeth and Jack and Tooth interact. Peter Ramsey is saying ‘Jack and Tooth have a little semi flirtation, Guillermo Del Toro was always like, ‘come on, we got to give them a love story! Jack’s got to be a heartthrob, I urge you!’ End description)
#canon is a sandbox at this point. I just want consistent lore like why I do have to do mental gymnastics just to know the age of a character#I JUST WANT A FUN FACT COME ON#it’s frustrating. Anywayyy#Guillermo Del Toro being the biggest fairyfrost shipper is actually so funny to me#He’s all like: MAKE THOSE TWO KISS RN MAKE THEM HAVE A LOVE STORY#also bc i know that there’s some discourse around this topic even if i tend to stay away from discourse at all cost.#It’s not like another movie or a short/tv show will come out and prove an age anyway#If anyone starts arguing about this I will delete your comments.#sanderson mansnoozie#toothiana#Rotg#rise of the guardians#guardians of childhood#Character’s ages
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it'd be kinda funny if aizawa and morinaga had company badges while working for the tojo clan lolol
#i know they had tjc lapel pins but#the idea of badges is so funny to me#like- yes this is a criminal organization but i'm gonna need to see some identification sir#i was thinking of doing one with masa's white suit with the purple shirt but i got so frustrated with this one#i gave up hdjzcs#anywayyy i hope it kiiiiinda looks like him to other people#if not- hey man yall know what i was going for lolol#drawingcrimes
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tonight's one of those nights where i'm thinking about fledgling verse again....... but this time i'm just laughing at the concept of byan being trapped with eternal babyface
#they'll be 100+ one day and still look like a fucking teenager#physically 18 or w/e but lowkey they look younger than that even#it's probably something they learn to use to their advantage where they can....... but then other times it's just INCREDIBLY frustrating#bc no one takes them fucking seriously and they have to use force to assert themself#this is assuming they survive that long ofc.......... god knows they'll test fate and their immortality smh#but i think this also adds an extra layer of hilarity to my idea of them eventually becoming a tattoo artist in this verse as well#u stumble in drunk to get a tattoo at like 3 in the morning and there's just this kid sitting there#this punkass fucking kid who's actually older than u but looks like a gd baby and WILL punch u without hesitation if u mention it#(most people mention it. most people's tattoos bleed more than they should.)#i'm gonna have to add a future version of their fledgling verse one day tbh... for when they're less fledgling & more competent#but for today....... it is still simply a concept i toy with occasionally bc i'm still enjoying baby vamp shit too much#anywayyy.............#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don't @ me.
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i know i have too many tabs open i know okay but ive encountered a new problem:
that's 3 different miraculous ladybug fics im working on rn and I literally cannot remember which tab im supposed to be in at any given moment
#one is buffet fic remixes#im still editing the finished remixes and uhhhh maybe gonna squeeze in one or two more we will seeeeee#one is boulangerella ofc#and the other is a new fic called butterfly effect#which im really enjoying#it was going to be a one shot now it might be like 6 chapters#anywayyy writer adhd cant just do one thing at once#idk why they all have to begin with b what a weird frustrating thing#personal#writing
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Bro I didn’t think jk could get any dumber and yet he chooses to do another bet 😭😭 one that’s way worse too I can’t imagine how oc will feel once she finds out
right?? consequences of his actions are going to hit him like a train!!! 😭😭
#ask#anonymous#taexual; sleepwalking#is that a spoiler?#i guess not because we knowwwww he shall Suffer for his Sins 😭😭#anywayyy#thank you for reading love!!!! i know it's frustrating but we're in it for the Angst right? 😭❤️❤️
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when I text my friends I'm like wow I'm so good at texting! so funny and natural! and yet I cannot keep a conversation on hinge or msg ppl that I don't normally talk to on a daily basis ie my friends in other countries or my extended family or make conversation with strangers in general like...
#lol can u tell im procrastinating finishing my homework 😭😭😭#ive been having the least production past 5 days of my life#mostly due to being absolutely exhausted all week for no discernable reason#so at this point i just feel so tired and also frustrated about feeling tired the whole week#anywayyy!! back to work 😩
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love technology that automatically syncs
wish it would automatically sync tho
#the number of times I’ve had to manually tell my various accounts and shit to sync when they should do it on their own is frustrating#my dropbox needs to be told to sync every time I boot up my laptop#YOU SHOULD BE DOING THAT AUTOMATICALLY#THATS THE WHOLE POINT OF YOU#and now my onedrive is having syncing issues#and before anyone comes for me for using programs with known syncing issues… they’re required for my studies so it’s not my fault choice#trust me I’d use anything else if I could#anywayyy#personal
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Vision of Escaflowne is good! The dub is good! It starts out great! Great characters, main character, action and portal fantasy. But then the writers seem to forget that the main character is the main character. I think this is often a very big problem with mildly to very sexist writers: their default thought about women is that they are passive. And so it's no big deal in their minds to let them remain passive as long as the men around her are active. Letting the girl be active is like a special treat, and they assume the audience should be perfectly accepting of a passive main character if she's a girl.
#i really think this.#its a variation on the woman being powerless as standard#certainly the men in this show are geared towards girls absolutely. and i can absolutely see how girls might be pushed to focus on them and#treat the main character like a shell#i was trying to watch chinese magic shows and it was like: this woman is a magical general!! or whatever#but no she gets turned into a chicken first and is a whiny baby the whole time#because when when women are powerless thats default and not frustrating to these men/people#and a woman being powerful is a little treat maybe. no#the men are the focus of power and the female character interacts with that power - thats how women can TOUCH power in that way#anyway#anywayyy#my thoughts#voe#vidi#my stuff#i cant keep watching bc she keeps getting to do nothing - sulk - think about her love interest - and then tell boy to cheer up lol after his#home got entirely destroyed#huh???#how can i identify with her ? how can i take the character seriously???#such a good start
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#Personal#The end of the month officially starts on the 15th when all the bills are taken out of the bank account 💸 😵💫#my kid came home with a note from the teacher that they’re going to take the bus to see a play next week and parents need to pay the fee#I mean it’s nice and I like that my kid gets to do that with her class#they don’t do things often because it’s a public school that isn’t overly funded..it’s fine and my kid has her friends there so no complain#But man I hadn’t budgeted extra expenses…#it’s like they’re also going to do a ‘costume afternoon’ and they have to bring a green costume because each class has their own color them#It’s nice and my kid is excited and I do pray the fairy dress she had last year still fits her a little bit because I can’t buy anything ne#And my sisters want to do a family outing this weekend and go to the cinema… but man that’s expensive af these days#I’m again going to be the party pooper who says no#but whatever they just don’t get it#They didn’t get it when I had basically nothing to live off for months after my paid course ended in November ‘22#and they didn’t get it when my shitty ex stopped paying child support right around the same time#they didn’t understand much of anything that we had to go through last year or how it impacted us emotionally and financially#and they have no understanding of what it feels like to live the month on 400 or 600 for the both of us#I don’t even know why it still frustrates me at this point bc they’ve been blind to what’s going on in my life basically since I was 10#Anywayyy rant over
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the unstoppable force (me hoping that i can do this and refusing to give up) vs the immovable object (me losing and failing and not making any progress)
#i might be delusional😶#i might be losing it😶#it's frustrating!!#bc i know that if i had more time and energy and if i wasn't doing TWO degrees simultaneously then maybe it would be going better#bc i'd actually have time and energy to put effort in#and there's also other things which are also exciting and i want to do them all !!! i want to do so much !!! but there's so little time !!!#it's been only 3 weeks of uni and i don't feel like a person#it feels more like 3 months passed not 3 weeks#SIGH idk idk!!! i might need to drop out the new degree :(#and it's killing me bc i really wanted for this to work out and it's! not! working!#like. i'm just wondering. if i would be doing better if the circumstances were different#like. am i not doing well bc it's genuinely a difficult degree or am i not doing well bc. it's me doing it.#sure it's intense everyone agrees it's intense but is it THAT intense#how can i be so behind when it's only been 3 weeks wrrrr#*would i be doing better wtf happened in that sentence#anywayyy#agnes talking
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reorganizing my albums and the ateez ones are making me unnecessarily annoyed i cannot make them look nice. why is the world ep 1 a different size square than the treasure albums?! why is from the witness a different rectangle than the fever albums?! just whyyyyy
#i don’t even mind when groups albums vary widly between comebacks#and i appreciate all the album like series match each other#but its frustrating to me because they are SO close to being the same size but just a little bit off in a way that is driving me nuts#also my fever part 3 and epilogue both have white spines and i hate how they look next to one another#i don’t do multiple versions of ateez albums but every time i look at them i’m like#…maybe i should get the green version of the fever epilogue#or even the yellow but fever pt 1 is yellow and none of them are green#also the way if i put them in chronological order it goes short -> tall -> short but slightly taller than the first short -> tall again#then presumably back to short if we keep the trend of having the rest of the world albums be the same size as ep 1#so then the spin off is gonna look weird and out of place anyway#but i tend to do height order over release anyway because i think it looks nicer#anywayyy its fine 🥲
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Clumsiness.
✩࿐ summary: maomao notices that the eunuch's behavior is odd recently. she's set on discovering the root of the cause.
warning(s): idiots in love, slight angst, mentions of bullying, fluffy, maomao pov. wc; 3.1k
pairing(s): jinshi/fem!reader
a/n: binge watched all of tad last night and wanted to write smth for jinshi just because i have my weaknesses. i don't know exactly what this is except random rambles. anywayyy, i haven't read the manga yet so please no spoilers :3
m.list ao3
THERE'S VARIOUS THINGS THAT MAOMAO SIMPLY DOESN'T CARE FOR. The uncomfortable mornings where it's too chilly, the work she catches after one of the servants loves her ideas, and idle chatter that comes with silence. However, the thing she doesn't care for the most is when Eunuch Jinshi decides to make his random and surprise appearances.
It usually brought trouble and a headache for her. His smiles and violet eyes staring into her very soul. She never looked forward to them as it always accompanied some random job in another part of the palace she simple didn't like. Or he would ask of her some impossible task that not even the gods could grant him. Maomao could do without Jinshi's behavior.
However, she could easily recognize when he wasn't acting himself. On this day particularly, she was especially aware of Jinshi's lack of excitement.
She was called and pulled aside from her duty's in the Jade Pavilion to report to Jinshi's quarters. She was quick and made little pause in her stride over. A simple routine that they both silently agreed to. He would call and she would make her way over as quickly as possible.
It was when she arrived, she realized things were not to routine.
Jinshi was laying face flat against his desk, unmoving except for his breathing. Usually, he'd be sat up, smirk on his lips, and his legs crossed as he regarded her smugly. But now, it was like she wasn't even in the room as he made small groaning sounds of disdain, his fingers tangled into his tresses as he gripped his scalp.
He was definitely not acting like himself from the bat.
"Xiaomao, thank you for coming on such short notice." Gaoshun greeted her with a small bow, offering her a sympathetic glance as he turned his attention to Jinshi. "Jinshi-sama had a matter he'd like you to take care of."
Maomao raised her eyebrows, eyes cutting back to Jinshi who remained unmoved. Is he going to present the matter himself? She thought, watching as Gaoshun inched closer, nudging the younger man's shoulder with his elbow. He seems quite the mess.
"Apothecary," Jinshi's voice was muffled as he spoke, his head still tucked into his arms. Maomao looked to Gaoshun who just sighed heavily, ducking his head. "A servant from the Garnet Pavilion has fallen ill, I'd like for you to help her feel better."
"What's her symptoms?" Maomao asked, eyes watching the pathetic man flatly.
He tensed, his head moving to peek at her from between his arms. "I fear this is more a matter of the mind."
She frowned. "I can't cure the mind, Jinshi-sama."
He finally pushed himself to sit up, an indignant pout on his lips. "I thought you could do anything." He retorted smartly.
"I never said that."
Honestly, this man asked too much of her too quickly. It was enough that he asked her to solve murders of high ranking military officials, but it felt a little much to ask her to cure some girl's mental ailments. A random girl who had probably contributed to the near death of Lady Lihua at that. Maomao already felt a vague frustration fill her at the thought. Maybe it was one of the girls she had the pleasure intimidating.
She was going to decline when she spotted the look in his eyes. Not the flirtatious or rather perverted glint it usually had, but a desperate one.
"Can you at least try?" He almost sounded defeated, his shoulders hunched and eye bags heavy.
Maomao still felt the overwhelming urge to give him a hard time. "Try what, exactly?"
He released a frustrated grumble, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. "Maybe lend an ear, or offer some type of comfort? Anything that will possibly ease her nerves." He waved a flippant hand around, eyebrows knitted together. "It's making me wo... it's making Lady Lihua unsettled."
Maomao couldn't help the interest that came with his unspoken words. He was worried? It wasn't uncommon, nor did it seem that he would hide his concern for others. But the mere fact that he had corrected himself and tried to cover it up, piqued her curiosity and interest.
Either way, she had no choice.
Maomao tucked her hands into her sleeves, bowing. "I can make an attempt. Now, if you'll excuse me." She turned away, barely missing Jinshi's hopeful and beaming expression. She was about to exit when she happened to glance towards the sitting area, where a tea set sat, broken and contents seeping into the floor. Her eyebrows raised. "You'll carpet is going to stain."
She paid no mind to the loud groan and thud of Jinshi's head as she exited.
It took Maomao a while to find the girl that had Jinshi worried and she had learned quite a bit about the worrisome girl while on her search.
She had been in the palace for a long time, since she was a young child. Her work had mostly consisted of cleaning clothes and mending. Until she had caught the attention of Lady Lihua a few months ago while she was in recovery. Supposedly, she had started to bring an arrangement of flowers whenever she brought clothes. The kindness hadn't gone unnoticed. She had supposedly been accepted into Lady Lihua's personal servants. Much to the chagrin of the other servants.
It didn't take a genius to detect the disdain and disgust in the servants voices when Maomao had inquired about her.
She talks to herself more than anyone else, stated one with an eyeroll.
Her routine is more important than Lady Lihua's wishes. Our poor lady. Mourned another.
She's so on edge, it's really easy to get her worked up. It's not our fault if she breaks something. Snapped another.
General consensus, this servant was a problem.
However, it was what Lady Lihua said herself that caught Maomao's attention.
She had stumbled across the concubine during her search, the woman flanked by two of her servants. She looked to enjoying a pleasant day and appeared slightly happy to see Maomao, going as far to inquire what she was doing over in her pavilion. When Maomao informed her of her task, she was interested to see the small pinch between her brow.
Ah, Y/N, I haven't seen her much today. I sent her to help with mending clothes. She's kind, just... I hope.... Well, I hope you can find her and bring her back. Lady Lihua offered little else to guide Maomao, but she could see the vague concern, the worry in the woman's eyes. She also saw that disgust in her companions eyes.
Who exactly was this servant?
Maomao found herself in the washing area. It was mostly silent, most of the girls either having dinner, or in bed. She made her way to the back where one of the few stragglers sat alone, sniffling as she scrubbed away at a stained robe...
A robe that looked oddly similar to Jinshi's.
In all honesty, she wasn't sure how to approach this. As she spotted the red shamed cheeks and the tears that silently and boldly made their way down the woman's cheeks, Maomao usually had something psychical to cure. An aliment that weighed heavily on their health, that was life or death. She could make a medicine for that. A drink, a food, a cream-- something that would satisfy the monster resting in someone's body.
The mind, though, the mind simply was a territory that Maomao never touched. Much too difficult, much too complicated, it was unknown territory. She couldn't see things from their point of view.
Just try lending an ear.
Maomao cleared her throat, feeling a speck of sympathy as she watched the girl tense, head snapping over to stare back with wide eyes. "Hi, are you the servant from the Garnet Pavilion?"
If possible, her eyes widened more, her hands clutching the robe to her chest. "Y-Yes..." she uttered, watching Maomao closely. "You're that apothecary everyone's been talking about..."
Not a question, but an observation.
Said apothecary nodded in return, "Yes."
The girl shook her head, "I'm not injured! I swear, I-I was foolish and if I was injured, then I would surely deserve it!" Her face was a deep crimson, her lips trembling, and eyes watering. It was obvious she was attempting desperately to push down the tears, but failing miserably. "I-I'm quite alright!"
"You don't look it." Maomao responded back flatly. "Jinshi-sama sent me."
The girl looked appalled, her back straightening and the tears falling freely now. "J-Jinshi?!" She exclaimed, clutching the stained robe against her chest, aghast and sickly looking as she panted. "O-Oh, I've done it now. I've humiliated myself! I'm going to be punished! Jinshi didn't deserve that! I'm so sorry."
Maomao blinked at her, eyebrows raised high at the reaction. She didn't entirely blame the girl for reacting so brashly at the mention of Jinshi. She would probably do the same if she was having a horrible day and he'd been brought up. Possibly the only person she wouldn't want to hear about as she's actively in the throes of a breakdown of some sort.
She walked forward, sitting down beside her as the girl seemed to continue her one sided conversation with herself. Her eyes wide and unrelenting as she stared at the ground below. Maomao watched her with a dent between her brow, vaguely fascinated by the panic and mostly disturbed by the anger towards herself. The mini glare not directed to anyone except herself.
She'd seen women be harsh on themselves. Seen what it could do to a person. Maomao could see it in the girl beside her now. The edge of a line that she wasn't sure if she should cross.
"I-I just...." The poor girl trailed off, her hands falling back to her lap as she stared at the robe. "I'm so clumsy.... and terribly embarrassing.... and I-I was just trying to pour some tea, then...oh, how pathetic."
"It was an accident, wasn't it?" Maomao asked softly, watching the girl's reaction closely.
She seemed to remember Maomao was with her, blinking, her face growing a shade darker. "What?"
"Whatever you did, it was an accident, wasn't it?" She repeated.
The girl clenched her jaw, looking away once again. "It's always an accident. I never do anything right. The Emperor is bound to notice and then I'll be punished because I'm so--"
"Jinshi-sama didn't send me to punish you or to check if you should be." The girl blinked, staring at her with wide eyes now. Maomao could see the barely concealed shock in her eyes, the way she seemed to relax slightly. The apothecary sighed heavily, turning her attention elsewhere. "He doesn't seem the type to punish anyone for a little mistake. Especially, when he's the same..."
The last part was uttered to herself and the girl didn't seem to pick it up as she pressed her lips together. A contemplative look on her expression. "I-I know, but.... still, I feel so guilty. I've put such a heavy burden onto Jinshi, convincing Lihua-sama to take me in... to not complain too harshly... I never wanted this..."
Maomao wouldn't even try to understand the broken speech, instead her mind was focused on that little slip. Jinshi convinced Lady Lihua to take this girl in? A extreme kindness. A extreme kindness that would allow this girl to make mistakes, to try her hardest and fail, and not suffer extreme consequences. Maomao couldn't help the suspicious kick in her chest. As she stared at the rambling girl. Why would Jinshi do that for her as an eunuch? How did he have that type of pull? Or, more correctly, what did he have over Lady Lihua to pull something like this off?
Her attention diverted to the robe and she huffed-- it's was Jinshi's. She was the cause of the tea mess. The cause of Jinshi's red face, his low mood, and the worry on his face.
Could he, perhaps..... Oh, what a development for a eunuch.
"Are they cruel to you?" Maomao cut into her rambles once again.
"Who?"
"The other servants. They can be cruel."
There was a prolonged silence. Maomao didn't dare interfere or break with the concentration. Her thoughts were wild and she was trying to grasp one that would benefit exactly what the apothecary was searching for. A string of thought that was sensical and helpful.
"Yes... so cruel," her lips wobbled again, she sniffled and tried to push the emotions away. "I didn't even do anything and they were so cruel. I tried telling Jinshi, but he's done... done so much for me, I can't throw that away. I can't take advantage of his kindness."
"Even if it was kindness now, how is feeling like this any type of comfort? Or kindness?" Maomao stood up, waving a hand. "You don't have to feel like this. Like you have to suffer for his feelings. If you're close, tell him that you liked your prior job, or ask for another."
The girl blinked slowly, lazily, a new exhaustion in her eyes as she regarded the other. "W-What's your name?"
She straightened. "Maomao." She bowed.
The girl stood, her hands tucked into her sleeves, she bowed in return. "Thank you, Maomao. It's been my pleasure to meet you."
Things seemed to return to normal, the routine was back in place, and Maomao hadn't been tasked with taking care of crying servants. Her conversation with Jinshi afterwards had been short and straight to the point.
Did you speak with her? Jinshi had been sitting at his desk pleasantly, ignoring the overwrought expression on Gaoshun's face.
Yes. Maomao had answered, eyeing Gaoshun oddly as he shook his head.
Jinshi perked up, And? What did she say?
I believe she's going to speak to you directly when she has the chance, Jinshi-sama. She informed him instantly.
Jinshi had beamed in a way that made Maomao weary, watching as he happily threw himself from his chair and up, already walking towards the door. Well, I'll just find her myself! Thank you, Apothecary!
She didn't get to say anything in return as he vanished around the door. Gaoshun offered his sympathies before running to follow the man out.
Maomao was just glad to have things back to normal. That's what she thought about as she approached Jinshi's quarters. Normalcy was welcomed and her heart was happy to return to things she knew. Medicine and the frolicking in the mini patches of growth she could take herbs from. Things were normal.
As Maomao approached, she was skeptical to enter as she heard a crash.
Okay, maybe not entirely normal.
She knocked on the door, hoping to hear that Jinshi was busy, but the door was opened and Gaoshun stood there with a thin smile.
"Xiaomao, thank you for coming." He bowed and stepped aside to let her inside.
When Maomao entered, she was half tempted to turn back around and leave.
Jinshi's face was stuck in a frozen state of shock, a crimson shade and his jaw dropped. He was sitting on the couch and his hands were up. In front of him, on her knees, was Y/N, frantically rubbing at his robe while apologizing profusely. She didn't sound like she was crying, but still sounded extremely embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry, Jinshi! My shoes are a tad big-- No, I'm not making an excuse!" She frantically tried to explain, pulling back to stare up at Jinshi with wide eyes. He remained unmoved, just making small noises of distress. "Jinshi, are you alright...?"
"I-I..I..." Jinshi just blinked at the wall across from him.
Maomao turned to Gaoshun, expression flat, "Can I come back later?"
Gaoshun looked ready to respond when Y/N spun around, her expression pulled up with delight and a beaming smile on her face. "Maomao!" She left Jinshi to his shock to wrap her arms around the younger girl (by one year). A tight hug that was unrelenting and conveying her exact emotions of pure elation. "My savior!"
Savior? Maomao thought as she blinked, arms stuck at her side. What is she even doing here?
She pulled back, placing her hands on her shoulder's, squeezing. "Thank you so much, Maomao! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be blessed!" She continued on with her delight.
"Blessed?" Maomao audibly questioned, eyebrows furrowed and raised.
She nodded in response, smiling happily as she clutched onto Maomao's hands. "Yes! You gave me the confidence to tell Jinshi about my unhappiness! He's allowing me to work at his attending maid." She informed gracefully, sounding more happy and carefree than she had in the washing area the weeks prior.
Maomao wouldn't admit it, but it made her lips twitch upwards.
Y/N suddenly paled, turning back around. "Oh, Jinshi, I'll get something to clean up with!" And she darted out the room before Jinshi could give any type of response.
Maomao turned her attention to Jinshi with a tilted head, finding great amusement in his embarrassment. "You must be really fond of her if you gave her a job here." She observed.
If possible, Jinshi's complexion darkened further, his posture straightening. "Pardon?" He squawked, eyes wide as they stared at the younger girl.
She didn't understand why he was acting like she had said something scandalous. It wasn't uncommon for someone to grow fond of another's presence. Even if they were stripped of their manhood and promised to the Emperor for life. Y/N was kind enough and Maomao assumed they were friends of some kind to have Jinshi calling in favors of some kind.
Still... his reaction...
"You two seem like good friends." Maomao clarified.
A weight seemed to lift of his shoulders as he leaned back into the couch. "Yes, I suppose we are." His voice was a mere utter, soft and distant. It appeared that he was contemplating something forgotten or something that he often thought about but pushed into the back of his mind.
Y/N reentered with a cloth and small basin of water. She returned to Jinshi's side who stared at her with a blush and wide eyes. The attention he gave her was close and unwavering. No type of falter and no distraction that could possibly take away his attention. She appeared completely oblivious as she scrubbed away at the stain on his robe resting on his thigh.
Maomao narrowed her eyes on the glitter in Jinshi's eye, ready to make a comment, when Gaoshun placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'll inform you of the favor, Xiaomao." And he tugged her away.
However, Maomao thought endlessly about the expression on Jinshi's face. The kindness he exhibited for the girl much too clumsy for her own good. The tenderness he regarded her with. It was almost as if... Well, that couldn't be right.
It was almost as if Jinshi liked Y/N. In a more than friendly way.
Maomao scoffed at the thought, laying down in her bed. Her pa always said she was too speculative. Much too whimsical.
The man was an eunuch after all.
#✩࿐ t writes#jinshi#maomao#the apothecary diaries#jinshi x reader#jinshi x you#jinshi x y/n#the apothecary diaries x reader#the apothecary diaries x you#the apothecary diaries imagine#the apothecary diaries fic#jinshi fic
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𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒦𝒯𝒪𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦
03/10/2024, Prompt : Glory Hole & Daddy Kink with Kurt Matheson
A/N : mdni, ddne content, knife play, non-con.
First kinktober fic ! Really excited to share this one cuz my baby Kurt deserves better. Anywayyy enjoy lovelies !
𝒯𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊
Naturally, laughter came to his mind when he found a lower half of a naked body lodged in the wall of a back alley he stumbled upon. Kurt chuckled, approaching the smooth calves of a girl squirming, naked from the waist down, your firm, round ass rounded out towards him.
The wriggling stopped, as if it heard his footsteps. A street lamp above blinked made a frizzling noise like it was broken, washing them in orangish light then in dark again. Then there was a voice, young and scratchy-rough.
“Hello? Is someone there?” You squealed
Kurt halted, breath caught. The voice sounded disturbingly familiar. Like— his ward. The young girl he took in after the storms…
“Please, anyone, help me.” You squirmed, seemingly unable to dislodge yourself on your own from being stuck in the wall. Kurt could see the flush spread down your ankles in mortification. “I—ah—please. I didn’t mean to get stuck. I only wanted to try for a bit…now I can’t get out…please.” You explained pitifully.
Kurt approached slowly, only now seeing the hole in its entirety drilled into the wall. You squirmed again, legs spread wide from the effort and showing your little pink cunt.
What were you thinking ? Kurt felt the frustration lance through him even with liquor. They were in a dark corner but enough for the unsavory drunkards to find you like this, helpless, vulnerable and bare, smelling of an aroused woman ripe for taking. Convenient. Perfectly hip height, for anyone to slide in. How could his little girl be so reckless? He knew better than this. Every man would have taken it as an invitation, as Kurt himself did.
Light flickered back bright again, your ass illuminated like in the spotlight. This close, Kurt could see…everything, those tightly pursed lips, flushed, with a light dusting of fine hair and a small beauty spot on one fold as you struggled.
Heat spread through the tips of Kurt’s fingers. You really were pretty, wasn't you ? His sweet girl. With a pussy like that you would be taken by anyone passing by. Kurt felt his drunk self smooth a hand down that ass. He found himself on his knees, soaking in a rain puddle and eye level with where the cloying scent of a woman was the strongest.
“What—what are you doing?” You squeaked from the other side of the wall, your voice cracking.
What would anyone that came across this would do. Kurt pressed his face between your gleaming thighs and almost moaned. You smelled so good, overripe and dripping. As his tongue prodded against where your hole was opened, Kurt barely could muffle his own sounds, eyes rolling back with only the taste of it on his tongue. Your slick still had a tang to it, not yet a seasoned woman. The beast in him almost purred, grabbing each cheek and spreading them. Kurt was soon licking you open, broad strokes over your clit, you bucking on his tongue.
You whimpered helplessly « Ngh…please, no… » Kurt’s fingers dug into your flesh, controlling your hips as his tongue flicked over your clit. The sounds you made only fueled him, a delightful symphony to his ears. Soon, his tongue found your entrance, parting the folds and sinking in, his nose burrowing against your clit.
His other hand traced the curve of your hip, his fingers tapping on the wall in time with his tongue. It was a rhythm you couldn’t escape, and Kurt knew it. His hand slapped your ass, and the sound echoed through the alley, as he plunged his tongue into you again.
Your whimpers turned to moans, the wet sounds of his tongue working you wetter, and Kurt was only too glad to be the one causing it. He let out a guttural growl, his tongue fucking you through the hole, the taste of you intoxicating.
“Fuck, you're so fucking tight,” he mumbled, licking you fervently.
The next slap was harder, leaving a red handprint on your ass. His other hand grabbed your thigh, his fingers digging in as he fucked you with his tongue. Kurt’s teeth grazed your clit, and you cried out, squirming.
“You like that, baby? Like your daddy playing with you?” Kurt hissed, unmistakable lust tainting his voice. He pulled his tongue out, leaving you gasping for breath, only to thrust it back in. “Tell me, you want to cum, don't you?”
Kurt pulled back, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He could see your clit was swollen, your pussy lips glistening with his saliva. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
“Look at you, all flushed and wet,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “You’re a mess, baby. A beautiful, fucking mess.”
He stood up, his knees popping from the cold and wet ground. His eyes trailed over your body, lingering on your heaving chest, the way your breath hitched. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, worn knife, the blade glinting in the dim light.
“Now, now, don’t cry, doll,” he said, his voice softening slightly. He knelt back down, the knife held between his teeth as he grabbed your hips, steadying you. “I’m just gonna help you out, yeah?”
He pressed the blade against the wall, the metal scraping against the brick. He could feel your body tense, your breath hitching. But he knew you trusted him, even as your heart pounded in your chest.
“Just a little cut, baby,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “And then I’ll be inside you. You want that, don’t you? You want your daddy to fuck you?”
Kurt let out a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest. He could feel your body trembling, could hear the nonsensical words spilling from your lips. He knew you were close to the edge, could feel it in the way your body was tensing and releasing.
He put the knife away, not wanting to rush this. He wanted to savor every moment, every sound, every sensation. He needed to teach you not to give your cunt to strangers. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.
“Shh, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just relax, yeah?”
He trailed his fingers up your thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise in their wake. He could practically see your nipples hardening, could feel your breathing hitching. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “I can’t wait to feel you come undone around me.”
He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lined himself up. He could feel your heat, could feel your wetness coating him. He let out a low groan, his cock throbbing with need.
“You ready, baby?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “You ready for daddy to fuck you?”
Kurt’s eyes met yours, a predatory smile on his lips. He thrust forward, burying himself in you to the hilt. He groaned, feeling your tightness gripping him like a vice. The sound of your moan echoed through the alley, the intensity of it sending shivers down his spine.
He pulled back, slowly, teasingly, and then slammed back into you, his hips moving in a frenzy. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, the only illumination the flickering street lamp.
He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, controlling your movements. Each thrust was harder, deeper, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Kurt could feel your walls clenching around him, milking his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he hissed, his voice rough with lust. “Such a good little slut.”
He slammed into you again, his pace unrelenting. He could see the glazed look in your eyes, the way your body was trembling, the flush on your cheeks. He leaned in, and slapped your butt cheek roughly.
“Don’t you dare cum without my permission, you hear me?” he growled, his voice a low rumble.
Kurt suddenly wanted the wall gone—more than anything he wanted to see you ruined on his cock, face wet with tears and drool as you were brutally fucked, pull instead on your hair, ask if this has been what you wanted. He would wrench that head back and press his teeth along the curve of your throat, hiking one leg up to spread you, asking if this was how irresponsible you were, not even waiting to be at home to stick his cock in your cunt.
He whispered « Baby slut, so fucking wet for me, you felt so empty didn’t you, desperate for anything to fill you up ? » into the wall as you helplessly shuddered and squirted around him. Would you want to hide his sounds? Or would you shamelessly beg for another ?
Kurt’s hold on you tightened, his thrusts becoming more frantic. He felt your body shuddering, knew you were on the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over daddy’s cock.”
He slammed into you one final time, his own release imminent. He could feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure nearly unbearable.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby,” he hissed, his voice rough.
Kurt let out a low growl, his hot seed spilling into you. He pressed his face against the wall, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he rode out his orgasm.
He slowly pulled out, his cock leaving a wet trail as it exited you. He stood up, wiping himself off before tucking himself in.
“There we go,” he murmured, his voice soft with satisfaction. “Safe and sound.”
He smiled, his eyes lingering on you before he turned and walked away, leaving you to catch your breath, alone and still stuck...
#hayden christensen#anakin skywalker#james kelly#sam monroe#scott barringer#stephen glass#clay beresford#don piper#evie writes#kurt matheson#kurt matheson smut#kurt matheson x reader#kurt matheson x you#the last man#kinktober 2024
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Earn It
Ch. 7: Heaven's Happiness
Note: As always, the love this story receives amazes me. Thank you so much for reading. Thank you for the notes, the reblogs, the comments and messages. Interacting makes this so much fun! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. There will be a lot more time skips from here on out! So you'll all get to know the gang as adults. I will ask that if anyone wants to use my story as inspo for one of your own, or anything else, you let me know, it's more fun that way. I also don't post this or any of my other stuff anywhere else. Once again, hi to my best friend who now reads this story, love you miss girl <3 Anywayyy, I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading <3
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Warnings: Some strong language
“She’s very gifted, Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock. The best I’ve seen at this age in my career. You could have a professional dancer on your hands.”
The three adults watch from the observing window as Heaven demonstrates Grand Adage for a group of her peers. Her little back straight and stomach tight as she accomplishes the move with a stern discipline that many adults struggle to achieve.
“We know. So why is she playing Clara?”
“Beatrice-”
“I’m just wondering, Luca, I mean I just believe it’s our right as her parents to ask Madame Sidorov why our 9 year old daughter is teaching the snowflakes that are twice her age the dance she doesn’t get to be a part of.”
Madame Sidorov swallows hard as she brings her clipboard to her chest. She’s been running her youth dance company for over 20 years. Many of her dancers have gone on to be successful, working artists. But she’d never seen talent like Heaven Whitlock. The girl came into her studio at the age of 6, excited to show her that she already knew how to go en pointe even though children really shouldn’t and normally couldn’t do it until they were 11. Madame Sidorov had been overcome with excitement. She had a star on her hands.
The older woman also learned that Beatrice Whitlock also knew what she had. The teacher has dealt with gunner parents before, but none like the stern young woman who trailed in behind her prodigy daughter with her nose in the sky and demands on her tongue.
“Mrs. Whitlock, Clara is the lead role in the Nutcracker-”
“Bullshit, Sidorov, we both know that the prima dancer role is the Sugar Plum Fairy and the arguably most complicated dance is the Waltz of the Snowflakes, the dance you had my daughter demonstrating yesterday. So,” Beatrice’s heels click as she shifts her weight from one leg to another, hip jutting out. “Why is your best dancer playing the dumb little girl who spends most of the ballet watching everyone else dance?”
“I think my wife is frustrated because we all know our daughter is talented. So we’re having a hard time understanding why those talents aren’t being showcased.” Luca cuts, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist in an attempt to calm her.
“Heaven is only 9. We need to allow the older dancers to play the more advanced roles-”
“Then they should be better.” Beatrice interrupts, swinging her purse over her shoulder, pushing her shades up onto her head. “How about this, until your priorities are straight, we can take Heaven somewhere where things are fair and you can dust off your pointe shoes and start teaching again instead of using my child.”
“But, all of my friends go there.” Heaven whines as they speed their way down the highway for the hour drive back to their home. “I don’t want to find another studio.”
“I know, Stellina, but we want you to have every opportunity. Wouldn’t you want more chances to dance?”
Heaven is stubbornly silent in the backseat, her step father softly pats her foot, reaching back from the driver seat. Her mother turns to face her, a noncommittal look on her face. “Baby, when you came to Mommy a couple years ago, what did you say you wanted to be when you grew up?”
The younger girl bites her lip, tugging irritably at her seatbelt. “A ballerina.”
“Just a ballerina?”
Heaven huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, looking away from her mother. “The best ballerina ever.”
“The best ballerina. Ever. And Mommy and Papino have worked very hard to make that possible for you, yes? Practice everyday, paying for lessons, buying you everything you need. But you’re a big girl now. You’re going to have to learn how to work very hard too if you want to be the best, baby. We can only take you part of the way. You need to think super hard about whether this is what you want. You need to think about if you’re going to earn it.”
Beatrice’s voice is soft and kind, but her words are harsh. She turns around, not waiting for a response from her daughter, satisfied that her whines and complaints had quieted to obedient, stifled little sniffles.
Heaven stares down at her hands through wet lashes, her bottom lip wobbling as she smothers her sadness. She does want it. She wants to be the best ballerina ever. She is going to be the best ballerina ever. And she’s grateful. Papino and Mommy had given a lot. And she won’t disappoint them. So she’d go to a new dance studio. She would make new friends. And if not, that wasn’t what she was there for.
Luca Whitlock frowns as he drums his finger on the steering wheel, looking forward at the traffic ahead of them. “How about some ice cream, Stellina? Might cheer you up?”
Identical sets of brown eyes meet in the rearview mirror. The little girl in the backseat simply sinks against the leather, forcing indifference into her voice. “No thank you, Papino, I’m…not hungry.”
“And you have your, um,” Heaven scratches her head, mentally scrolling through the list of items Tashi would need at home. She was going to spend the first few weeks post-knee surgery with her parents. Heaven had stayed with her girlfriend for the days following the injury, lying to her school and telling them she had a death in the family that required her to take some time away. She just wanted to get Tashi settled before she headed back to UCLA.
The dancer had assumed that their boyfriend would emerge out of the shadows, and use his charm to weasel out of an apology, ultimately taking over Tashi’s care since he had the most free time.
Unfortunately, he continued to disappoint her. So, instead, she lingered. Slept in Tashi’s bed with her, unwrapped and rewrapped her knee. Cleaned her dorm, brought her any work she missed. The girls in the athletic dorm thought she’d moved in. But now, Tashi’s parents were here to take her home for a little while.
“I have everything, Hev, you made sure of that.”
Her heart aches. Tashi sounds so tired. So down. Heaven is so frustrated. She’s ready to move past this part. She wants Tashi to just be better. She tells herself over and over that the surgery would fix it. That once she got the treatment she needs and a little physical therapy, she’d be back to where she was, ready to take over the world with her.
“I’ll see you when we open, right? You’re still gonna come?” Heaven rocks on her feet, careful not to bump Tashi’s crutch. “You don’t have to, you’ve seen me do most of the dances and I know it might be hard to travel-”
“Babe, I’ll be there. Okay? I need to go.” Tashi lifts Heaven’s chin, giving her a halfhearted peck before turning to climb into her dad’s truck, gesturing for Heaven to stop when she goes to try helping her into the high seated vehicle. “I’ll call you. Why don’t you have Art help you get your stuff from my room? He probably wants to say goodbye.”
“T, are we gonna talk more about that-”
“I told you,” Tashi shrugs, hand on the car door handle, her pajama pants poorly covering the large brace on her knee. “M’not mad. It’s fine.”
It’s not fine. Heaven isn’t stupid. Ever since Tashi and Patrick found out that she’d done…stuff with Art, Patrick has been radio silent, and all Tashi does is encourage Heaven to spend more time with Art who she was decidedly avoiding. She’d gotten…caught up in the infirmary. The combination of the heightened emotions and Art’s soft attention and care caused another moment of weakness. She’d accidentally said something that she’d been denying to herself ever since, and thanking the good lord above that Art had apparently missed. She was determined not to tempt fate for a…fourth time?
Which is why she’d gone back to Tashi’s room and started packing her stuff and straightening up without alerting the blond tennis player who’d been haunting her dreams as of late. And it’s also why she almost pissed herself when he’d somehow materialized in the dorm room doorway, rapping his knuckles against the light wood, in a failed attempt not to startle her.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, but, um, Tashi texted me and said you might need some help getting this stuff to your car.”
He looks good. She can’t ignore that, but she can refuse to get caught up in staring at him as he leans in the doorway, muscled arms on full display as he leans in the frame, a poorly hidden pout on his face.
“I’m good.” Heaven shrugs, slinging her bookbag over her shoulder, trying to lift her purse and her other two bags at the same time, only to have all of her belongings fall out of her purse. “Fuck.”
“Fuck, let me help you.” Art bends and starts grabbing the miscellaneous items from her bag.
“I can do it-”
“It’ll be quicker-”
“Art.” She huffs, tucking her hair behind her ears and sitting criss-crossed on the floor. “I meant it, when I said that I was done…Tashi might be trying to teach me a lesson in some kind of twisted way, and I’m sorry you’re getting mixed up in it, but I’m…I can’t be around you and be with her at the same time. Clearly, I can’t handle boundaries.”
“So…so what does that mean? Not talking at all? Is that what you want?” He asks, shoulders dropping, eyes filled with hurt as he inches closer. “Heaven-”
“Sure. If that’s what it takes for it to get you to get I can’t do” she gestures between them. “This, then fine, let’s say that’s what I want.”
Art clenches his jaw, blinking quickly as he tries to think something he could say. Anything to change her mind. “Heaven, please, I’ll…we’d be friends. We can just, I can’t…please don’t.” he finishes, giving up on trying to articulate his thoughts through his panicked haze. Through all of this back and forth, chasing and running, he’d forgotten the chance that once Patrick was out of the picture, that he might get written out too.
His eyes scan her face as she shakes her head, shoving the last of her stuff back into her purse and standing. “Art, it’s not like I don’t wanna be around you. But stuff is getting too complicated. This shit is just too much. I haven’t been back to my school in days, Tashi’s leg is fucked and I don’t want to make things any harder for her, Patrick is just fucking gone and I really can’t handle anything more. So when you say we can be friends, I need you to mean it. I need you to tell me we can do that.”
Art finds himself in between a rock and a hard place. He wants to be honest. He wants to acknowledge that he can’t see himself getting over her within the foreseeable future. He wants to tell her that he’s glad she’s probably not with Patrick anymore, and as bad as he feels about Tashi’s leg, he quite frankly does not understand why it has to change anything between them.
But he’s desperate. Art is humiliated to admit it to himself but, he would do anything to keep the line of communication between him and Heaven open so if he had to appease her by saying that they would be platonic despite the fact that he quite literally gets dizzy standing next to her, fine. Like he’d told himself before, he was playing the long game, collecting the points that matter. So, offering her a tight smile, Art sticks his large hand out to her, encasing her smaller one and jumping to stand at his full height. “Friends. But, friends don’t ignore each other for days, Hev.”
Heaven bites her lower lip, choosing to ignore the blue-brown eyes that drop to her mouth before looking back up at her and shaking his hand. “Okay. Yeah.” The pair slowly pull their hands apart, Heaven shivers as she feels the calluses on his palm slide across her hand. “As my friend, can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Is,” the girl rolls her eyes to the ceiling, releasing a heavy sigh. “Is she done? You saw it, and you obviously know more than me…is that something she can keep playing with her knee like that?”
He can’t bring himself to dash the hope she was clearly harboring on the behalf of Tashi but the girl’s recovery is…unlikely. Art tucks his hands in his pockets, tilting his head as he chooses his words carefully. “Tashi’s strong, and really fucking good, if anyone is going to recover from that kind of injury, it’s her.”
“So…no.” Heaven sits down on Tashi’s bed, staring forward at the wall that’s littered with pictures of some of the best tennis players in the world. A shaky breath leaves her as she stares at the professional posters, accompanied by the posters Adidas had made with Tashi on them.
“You’re a really good girlfriend.” Art whispers.
“I cheated on her with you. I’m pretty much the worst girlfriend ever.”
“No, I mean, you’re really invested in her. In the thing she loves, like you care about tennis the same way we do, f-for her.”
Heaven smiles softly to herself, grabbing Tashi’s pillow and hugging it to her body. “I fell in love with Tashi watching her play tennis. Just like everyone else does.” she jokes, poking Art’s leg with her toe. “When I’m watching her, it’s like I’m getting to witness something. It’s…corny but tennis is her calling. She goes to some other little world when she’s playing, and, even though I’m not a tennis player, she takes me with her. It’s this feeling of closeness that I can’t get anywhere else, you know?” Or at least, nowhere else I’m willing to talk about.
He does know. Art does know exactly what she’s talking about. He felt it. Once, when he and Patrick sat and watched Tashi play for the first time. It’s an all encompassing feeling. He was so caught up in watching her every move that he hadn’t looked anywhere but at Tashi. If he’d just looked three rows in front of him he’d have seen the girl in front of him now.
The second time, the feeling was more intense, more of a sensation than a mere feeling. It was when he was sitting in an empty theater, watching Heaven dance, just for him. Art had never felt the things he’d felt before. He’d never had the thoughts he thought. He’d held his breath for the entire minute and 26 seconds that she gave him. He sat on the edge of the red, fabric auditorium seat, scared to blink and get left behind. He wanted to capture the feeling and keep it forever. And he has. He’s kept it. And everytime she gives him another taste, a smile, a kiss, a laugh, a touch, he goes back to being alone in the theater, experiencing euphoria for the very first time.
If that’s the feeling Tashi gives Heaven, then he’s very jealous. And he wants it.
And that’s another new feeling the girls introduced him to. He’d never wanted something like her…or…uh them.
Jealousy. Longing. Needing.
Art knew exactly what Patrick was talking about when he said he liked seeing him fired up about something. Because, as much as he loves tennis, it didn’t make his blood boil. It didn’t make his stomach muscles clench with intensity. He didn’t feel that satisfying nervous burn. Not until…
Art needs to test a theory.
He scratches the back of his head, looking down at his sneakers before clearing his throat. “Uh, so, Hev, I’ve got a match this afternoon. And, I know things are weird right now, so you might think I’m a dick for even asking-”
“Arthur.”
“Come watch me play.” He blurts. Heaven’s eyes widen and he finds himself taking a tentative step forward as if he was trying to soothe a spooked horse. “I don’t know, I just figured…I mean, you might miss watching someone play, with Tashi taking a break and Patrick being…himself.” When Heaven continues to look unsure, Art puts himself out there again, trying to entice her the way he knows how. He moves to stand in front of where she’s seated on the bed, crouching to be just below her level. “When I win it will be for you. I’d like you to be there.” Art carefully tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, before grabbing her chin between his thumb and index finger, moving her face around playfully. “As a friend.”
As a friend. That’s exactly what Heaven repeats to herself, over and over when she carries her bags over to the tennis courts, placing one foot onto the metal bleacher and opting to sit in the seats down on the front to rows. Just so she can see better. And it’ll be easier to slip out before the match is over. Besides, she couldn’t bring herself to sit with the women’s tennis players towards the top. All she could think of when she saw them was that it should have been one of their legs cracking instead of Tashi’s and it didn’t exactly make her feel like a great person.
She slips into the seat and crosses her legs, struggling as she pushes her overnight bag under the low seat.
“Hey, let me help you.” A blonde girl crouches beside her, pushing along with Heaven and getting the back underneath.
“Oh,” Heaven offers her a bright smile. “Thanks, I have to head back to my school after this so I have all my shit with me, didn’t think I was gonna come.”
“No problem,” the girl chirps, plopping down into the seat next to Heaven. “Sara. Myles’ girlfriend, he’s playing after this first match. Whose girlfriend are you?”
Tashi’s name is on the tip of her tongue. She swears it is. But the girl is clearly talking about the players that were starting to filter in, with their red shirts that Heaven could see fitting Art perfectly from her seat. His blond curls flopping as his head moves side to side, she knows he’s looking for her. Heaven gives a soft wave to catch his attention and can’t help but match his smile when he spots her, waving back. “I’m not dating a player.”
“Well these are girlfriend seats, so don’t let anyone else hear you say that.” Sara says lightly, pulling her shades down over her eyes.
Heaven turns to look at her, tearing her eyes away from Art stretching. “What the hell are girlfriend seats?”
“They’re seats…where girlfriends sit?” The girl sits up to get a pixelated picture of her boyfriend on her razor. “You know, the players’ girls sit, so they can see them. No wonder I don’t recognize you, you’re a plant.”
“I’m Heaven, I don’t go here, I’m just watching my friend before I go back to UCLA.”
“Oh, shit,” Sara’s eyes widen in realization. “You’re Donaldson’s girl right? Myles’ cousin Kyle, trust me I know the names kill me too, but he was saying how Donaldson brought his hot girlfriend out with them the other night and was dick trying to show off for her.”
“Again, we’re friends, m’not his girl.”
“Hey, Hev!” Sara ducks her head, watching out of her peripheral as Art jogs over, racket in hand, pushing up onto the fence so he could be eye level with Heaven. “Match is about to start, kiss for good luck?” He grins, holding his racket handle out to her. He playfully pouts until she gives in, leaning forward and pressing her glossed lips to the handle, looking at Art through her lashes. The blond wets his bottom lip and pulls the racket back. “Eyes on me, okay?”
“Whatever, just remember you promised me a win.” Heaven giggles, crossing her arms as she settles back into her seat. Art beams even wider, hopping down off of the fence and jogging backwards back to where the players sit. “And spit out your gum!”
Faintly, she could hear Art’s teammates reprimanding him for ‘making the rest of them look bad’ and she smiles to herself, bringing a hand up to play with her name chain.
“Girl.” Sara snorts.
“Just friends.”
“Yeah sure.” the blonde girl shrugs, pushing her shades back down. “Don’t tell me, tell Donaldson.”
Art delivers a win, as promised. It wasn’t hard, really. One thing Patrick had gotten right was that college kids weren’t really much competition. And maybe he had some very good motivation sitting out in the crowd with her eyes locked on him. So he showed off a little, served a little harder, made the other guy run a little bit more than necessary. He could always explain that away as wanting to impress his coach and any possible reps looking to endorse him. And sure, he might’ve looked over at her for each point he wrenched out of the poor guy from Temple’s hands but…well he didn’t have an excuse for that other than it gave him a rush knowing that she is sitting pretty, legs crossed, perched with the other girlfriends, watching him, rooting for him, breathing heavy for him.
When matchpoint is declared his, Art smiles cockily, strolling up to the net and shaking hands with his opponent before making his way over to Heaven again, this time climbing completely over the fence, leaving behind his tennis bag on the opposite side of the court. This time she stands, catching him a little as he lands in the small space in front of her and the fence. “Well?” he pants, lifting his hat to adjust his hair before placing it back on his head.
“Well, what? You want me to say congratulations?” Heaven grins, sweeping some sweat that dripped from his forehead off of his cheek. “Congratulations, Arthur.” she hums.
“Thank you.”
“Mhm.”
“Yeah,” Sarah calls from her seat, smiling smugly up at the pair. “Good job, Donaldson. Why don’t you try to pass some of that mojo to Myles, huh? Getting kinda tired of coming out to these things just to watch you play.”
“I’ve got a lucky charm, that’s all.” Art nudges Heaven, wrapping an arm around her waist so she doesn’t stumble too far away from him.
“Yeah, so, lucky, or the other guy sucks and Art is good-”
“No, I think you’re my lucky charm, don’t try to ruin it-” Art laughs, taking his hat off again, his messy blond hair falling all over as he places it on Heaven’s head, holding her to him as she squirms.
“Ew, Arthur, it's sweaty!”
“It’s the fruit of my labor, Hev, that win was for you!”
Sarah scoffs, shaking her head as she watches the pair, leaning away to avoid getting hit when Art lifts Heaven, swinging her to the opposite side of him to help her get to the steps before grabbing her bags. As she sees him guide her by her waist down the bleachers, both of them cheesing as they chat as if no one else was there and she realizes that Art is leaving the courts before his fellow teammates play, Sarah commends her own instincts.
And then she makes a note to herself to start saving the returning girlfriend seat next to hers for Heaven. The other girls were sort’ve bitches, anyway.
“So, I should head back.” Heaven leans back against the driver door of her car, clasping her hands together behind her. “But, this got my mind off of things for a little, so thank you.”
“It’s what friends are for.” Art laughs, stepping in front of her, hand behind his neck.
“Pft, you’re such a dick. Aren’t you supposed to be the nice one?”
“I am nice.” he smiles, rocking on his feet, feeling his chest tighten as Heaven bites her rose petal bottom lip again. His eyes soften as he stares down at her delicate features and thinks about how right things feel when they’re together. How he hasn’t felt this good in…ever. “So nice, I’m not gonna say what I want to say. I’m just gonna say,” he takes her hand gently, toying with her fingers, pushing her thumb with his own, “goodnight.”
Heaven’s lips part, and looking up into his eyes, how kindly he looks down at her. What she can see in them almost does it. She almost got lost, just like that. But a buzz in her jacket pocket has her grabbing her phone and the message has her taking a small step backward and placing her hand on her door handle. “Goodbye, Art.”
“One two three, one two three, and Peter please keep up with Heaven, Heaven a little less hatred on your face, thank you, two three and up, I want her in the air-” Madame Fontaine claps her hands to the pace of the movements she wants from her two leads, following them as they move across the floor. Heaven holds her breath as she’s lifted into the air for two counts before she’s slid down Peter’s body, draping herself across him romantically as he kneels to accommodate her. “Yes, that is exactly it. Now kiss.”
Heaven feels herself wince, squeezing her eyes shut as she feels Peter’s lips press against hers.
“Still doesn’t look good, Madame.” Fallon calls from her seat.
“No, no it doesn’t, does it? You two, what’s the issue, tu veux m'humilier et me faire me suicider ou quoi?”
“No, Madame,” Heaven huffs, swatting Peter’s hand away from her waist. “We don’t want to humiliate you or make you kill yourself, I don’t understand why we have to do the version with the kiss, there are plenty of variations without it-”
“You understood her?” Peter squints at the girl next to him before huffing, “Fine, whatever, MacMillan intended for there to be passion between Romeo and Juliet, and you curl your lip up everytime I kiss you.”
“I don’t like doing it.” Heaven shrugs. “I’m a professional dancer, not a porn star, and I’m playing a 15 year old girl, I don’t know why any sane, adult audience would want to watch me lay on top and kiss a grown man and then kill myself to be with him-”
“We open tonight. We are doing the ballet as we rehearsed, you two will kiss and you will tolerate it. Practice if you must, pretend he’s someone else, take a shot before you do it, I don’t care.”
“Madame, we’re 19.”
“Oh please.” The older woman storms off, her assistant behind her and the two dancers are left side by side.
“So…should we practice?”
“Absolutely fucking not, thank you very much.” Heaven pushes past Peter, snatching her dance bag from the floor. “You’re gonna practice until your knees bleed for the next hour and then you’re gonna soak in the athletic building so you’re actually ready for tonight and I’m gonna go…I don’t know, pray.”
As Heaven storms away, dramatically slamming the theater door behind her, she can recognize she was in a bitchy mood. She felt like she had a lot of shit to be annoyed about and was frankly pissed to feel her world collapsing around her on the first night of her first college role in which she’s the fucking prima.
First, she once again demonstrated to herself that she has absolutely no fucking self control when it comes to Art Donaldson, a truth that she’s learned about herself that really agitates her. She discovered this as she struggled into the routine of only responding to the blond every couple of days and found herself sitting up in the privacy of her own dorm, reading and rereading every message she sent, the bright light of her phone shining brightly on her shame.
Second, she still hadn’t heard from her boyfriend (ex?), Patrick. She’d watched a couple of his matches while she was on the treadmill at the gym and as he does, he wins the first two rounds only to lose in the third. He found time to get lazy in his tennis playing but failed to pick up his goddamn phone and call either of his girlfriends.
Which leads to the third thing haunting her. Tashi is fucking irritable as shit. Apparently, surgery does not agree with her, because Tashi had been crabby for the last few days. It started with the day of Art’s match when she’d sent her perfectly timed message. 'Did he win?' It was like she was taunting her. Like Tashi knew Heaven couldn't stay away. It pisses Heaven off even more that she was right. Then Tashi had moved on to venting about how Patrick was absolutely wasting his talent, how the fact that he’s not winning pisses her off even more now that she can’t play. How she’s going pro as soon as she gets the chance because if this injury told her anything, it was that there was no time to wait. How now that she’s got time on her hands, she’s been thinking more about her plan for her life and Heaven’s.
And lastly, the real kicker, what had Heaven gritting her teeth as she did bar warmups this morning, was that fucking phone call. The one from her mother that she received at 5:00am when she was stretching. The one where her mother said she wouldn’t be able to make it to her first night of her first ballet in college in which she’s the fucking prima. And when she expressed her disappointment, Beatrice responded ‘It’s just a school ballet, I’ll come to your first professional one.’
So, yep, she was in a shitty fucking mood.
But she wouldn’t let all of that stop her debut as an adult dancer. She was going to be a pro, she was going to do it her way, even if the 5 seats she had reserved in the front row were empty.
So, she sits at the vanity backstage, putting her hair into Juliet’s first hairstyle. She listens to music that reminds her of when she was 15 to get into the right headspace as she puts blush on her cheeks. She offers Peter a soft smile when she sees him in his costume and forces herself to try to look at him the right way. Because the things that are pissing her off don’t matter right now. Right now, all there is is Juliet.
It doesn’t matter if Heaven’s smile is fake as the lights shine down on her when she first prances her way onto the stage. Juliet’s smile is real. It’s meaningless if Heaven’s tears are real when she squints and sees that her mother’s seat is indeed empty, her stepfather attempting to send her a thumbs up to distract from the woman’s absence. And so what, if Heaven can’t go to her happy place as she solos because she sees both Patrick and Tashi’s seats are empty as well. As long as she can still breezily get through her motions, as long as it looks beautiful for the crowd, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t fucking matter.
And it definitely doesn’t matter, that as she came out of her fake balcony in her sleep gown to blow everyone’s minds with the most loving, fucking passionate pas de deux they’d ever seen, she accidentally caught eyes with Art in the audience, staring up at her intensely.
So she doesn’t have to feel guilty that when she kissed Peter, she envisioned him with curly blond hair and heterochromatic eyes. Or the fact that Madame Fontaine told her when she stepped off stage to change into her next costume that it was the most romantic, realistic kiss she’d ever seen.
Does Art know he's stupid? Absolutely. He's never dared call himself intelligent. He didn't need the little voice that sounds like Patrick calling him pussywhipped. He knows. But, he still found himself on the highway, traveling at a breakneck speed, eyeing the bouquet of flowers that he has placed in the seat.
He'd known Heaven was serious about this whole friend thing. She's so good, and kind. And she cares so much about Tashi and Patrick. But Art knows he can treat her better. He's sure of it. Despite what he knows to be true, Art refuses to pressure her...anymore. He'd just rely on the fact that if they were supposed to be together like he believed they should be, they would be. Eventually. Soon. Hopefully.
So he came fully ready to play the dutiful friend. He was gonna stand politely by as Heaven leapt into Patrick's arms after the show. Art was gonna smile politely as she and Tashi shared kisses and exchanged giggles as they talked about inside jokes that they only understood. But then he got there. He'd been directed to the front where the two premier dancers families were arranged to sit and found three empty seats separating him from a man with peppered hair and smart looking glasses who had his own bouquet of flowers across his lap and a Chanel gift bag next to his feet. As he inches into his seat the man looks at him with a smile.
"You must be Patrick. I'm Heaven's stepfather, Luca Whitlock, I'm sorry I missed you at her birthday." The older man holds his hand out to Art with a kind smile. "Nice to meet you."
Art offers him his own awkward grin, accepting the tight squeeze of the man's hand. "Uh, no, I'm Heaven's friend, Art. It's really nice to meet you Mr. Whitlock."
"You as well." The man lifts his wrist to check his watch. "Show is meant to start in a few minutes, hopefully he will be here shortly. Stellina won't like for her boyfriend to be late.
Art shifts uncomfortably again, checking his phone. Patrick had reached out to him a couple days after Tashi's injuries. Mostly to make insults thinly veiled as jokes, clearly still pissed that he yelled at him. Art responded with short, one worded messages.
It's the least they'd ever spoken since they'd met.
The guilt he feels for his part in this fight they were having is very real. But it was currently heavily outweighed by his annoyance at the fact that his friend was seemingly punishing Heaven by not showing up for her big night. He knew Patrick didn't deserve her, and he was only proving his point.
"Is Tashi with Mrs. Whitlock or..."
"Oh, my, my wife couldn't make it. And Tashi is still...healing. Her mother called right before I was supposed to pick her up."
Oh. "Oh."
As much as he's glad he could be here for Heaven, he knows that Tashi and her mother being there would mean more. His heart aches for her as he settles back into his seat and the lights dim. The pain he feels for her only intensifies when he sees her step out onto the stage. She's beautiful. The perfect Juliet. If anyone would make a man fall in love within a few glances, ready to die at the thought of not being with her, Heaven would be it.
Her eyes are sad as she eyes the empty seats, using them as a tragic point of focus as she completes her expert turns. Behind him he could hear people whispering about how gorgeous the girl playing Juliet was, how talented she is. All Art can think is that they have no idea. They don't know how she's managing to be so elegant, so beautiful, so perfect, even as she's in the type of pain she's in.
Art would do anything to bring the light back into her eyes so they would shine the way the rest of her was.
He loves her.
He knows it. He feels it as her eyes finally make their way to his seat and her smile is a little more real. A little bit of light slips back into her eyes. She dances even more beautifully, more genuinely than before. And his mind is filled with the same thought.
Yes baby, that's right. Eyes on me. I'll make it better. I'll make you happy.
And he means it. Friends or not. Lovers or not.
It's on Heaven's first night of her first ballet in college where she's the fucking prima ballerina that Art makes a vow to himself.
He was gonna dedicate himself to Heaven Whitlock's happiness. No matter what that meant.
3 Years Later (California)(Age: 22):
Tashi shakes her head to herself as she watches Art pace in the kitchen. She brings her coffee to her lips, blowing at the smoke slowly as she observes him from the couch, taking a small sip before setting the mug loudly on the glass coffee table. She rolls her eyes when he doesn’t stop his steadily paced steps across the floor. “You good?”
The blond finally pauses to look at her, jaw clenching and unclenching before he opens his mouth to speak. “This is just different, you know?”
“How? It’s still tennis.”
“It’s pros, Tashi, I’m just nervous.” Art says, running his hand through his blond curls. “These guys are good.”
“You’re fucking good.” She asserts, crossing her arms. “Look, I can’t make you believe in yourself. If you can’t do this, please, let me know now, because I need to know if you’re not going to make this happen. We have a deal.”
Art sighs, planting his hands down on the counter, staring down at the scattered marble with a frown as he tries to get out of his head. Suddenly, he feels a hand slide across his back and an envelope lands on the counter between his hands, into his line of sight.
“Something for you to consider while you decide if you’re gonna fuckin’ play like I know you can.”
With that, Tashi storms out, heels clicking on the hotel room floor and the door beeping as it slams shut behind her. Art stares down at the envelope, reading and rereading the name of the sender.His heart both clenches and races as he thinks about what the 4 little words on the small, insignificant piece of paper could mean for him. How those 4 words and whatever they’re hiding behind them will ruin his life.
The Paris Opera Ballet
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overstimulating onyy 🥰😍😍😍 (ok thats all 💋)
a/n: sorry for the wait i was busy with work anywayyy it’s kinda subby ony so i hope that is okay. tell me what you think and if you have any feedback i would appreciate it! Enjoy🩷
KEEP PLAYING
It’s been hours. you’ve been waiting for hours for Ony to get off his stupid game. “baaaaaabee cmonnnnn” you whined. “five more minutes ma” Ony said. You rolled your eyes, he’s been saying this for the past hour. You are needy and need his attention bad. You’ve tried everything to get his attention but the only attention he gave back was give you a quick glance or mumbled something back to you.
You were aggravated. Why can’t he just get the fuck off his stupid game and actually do something with you, you thought. Thinking of a solution so that he will give you your attention, which led you here, sitting under his desk, palming his semi-hard dick and brushing your lips over his still clothing dick. “What are you doing mama?” Ony asked a little breathless with a hint of surprise in his voice. Already slightly breathing harder from your small touches.
“shhh, just keep playing, baby” you said in a soft, seductive voice. Pushing his shorts down, his dick sprung out, hitting his stomach. You’re already started becoming so aroused at the sight of seeing him. You gently take his dick with your hand as you move your face closer to his dick. You gently start tracing around his base with just your fingertip, slowly you slide the tip of your tongue up the underside, so lightly he can barely feel it. You can feel Ony is holding his breath, careful not to make any noise that could give away to his friends. Wrapping your hand around his big dick, you give him a squeeze before slow gliding your hand from his base to the tip, your thumb gently stroking over his sensitive head. Your other hand started lightly and gently stroking his balls. At this point ony has ended his game and gave you his undivided attention, just as you planned to.
You continue pleasuring him for a couple of minutes with just your hands, looking up at him you notice how good he is looking. Eyes low, face full of pleasure and frustration “f-fuck ma, stop teasing and put it in your mouth.” he demanded while softly panting.
Getting closer to his dick, you start feeling the heat of his dick. Twitching as you squeezed his dick once more but this time harder. “I want to make you feel so good, would you like that? Would you like me sucking and licking your dick so good until you’re cumming into my mouth? Because that’s what i would love to do” You said in a soft, seductive voice while looking into his eyes.
Slowly opening your mouth, you start to swirl your tongue around the head of his dick, he start bucking his hips upwards to get more of your sweet touch. Sucking and swirling your tongue, bobbing your head up and down with your lips around his tip. As you found his small v shape under his tip, you start playing with it while circling your fingers around the base of his dick. You lower your face to start sucking and licking on his balls, while your hands keep stroking.
Ony’s becoming a moaning mess, “o-o-oh my g-godd. S-shit, that feels.. feels so so good. Fuck keep sucking me like that mama” his hips thrusting his dick into your face. His dick getting so wet because of your warm, wet mouth.
“y-your mouth f-feels so good. you’re making me.. ohh.. slow down.. you’re gonna make me cum s-shit” he said with a groan of pleasure. This time you take his whole dick into your mouth. You take it so deep, all the way until it’s pressing into the back of your throat. His hands tangling into your hair, forcing you to start working harder and faster. “uhh im-im going to c-cum” he loudly moans, his dick started twitching and it began to spurt his load into your mouth. You keep on sucking him until you mouth is filled with his cum.
Once he is slowly coming down of his high, you pull of his dick with a pop. As you get up and remove your panties, you lazily start gliding his dick back and forth onto your wet pussy. When you are done teasing him you lower yourself onto him and start riding him. His now overstimulated dick is continuously twitching and throbbing into your wet heat. “W-Wait, hhold.. hold on ma, give me a.. a minute” ony wimpers. “shh, just.. lemme make you feel good. Don’t you wanna feel good baby?” you moaned. Getting lost into the feeling of his hard dick so deep in you and the sound of his small wimpers and moans.
Ony’s face is full of pleasure, his closed eyes slowly opening to watch you bounce on his dick, his eyes are low lidded and hazy. The look on his face makes you start bouncing faster and harder on his dick. “f-fuck, it-its.. it’s , oh my goddd” he moaned.
“Are you enjoying the way i make you feel?” you asked. “Y-yes, i.. i do” ony whimpered. “You do? Are you enjoying it more than playing that game with your friends?” you amusingly asked him. Ony couldn’t answer, the overstimulation and feeling of you pussy clenching around him, it’s becoming too much.
Both of your orgasms are so close by, ony’s hips started thrusting upwards everytime you bounced down on his dick. Still looking up to you, his expression filled with intense desperation and pleasure. His mouth is slightly open, soft pants and whimpers coming out of it. His eyes are glazed and welling up with tears. “S-stop, i’m.. i’m.. oh my oh my.. f-fuck, im going to” his words are cut off as he filled you up full of his cum. The slick sound of the both of you making you feel even more aroused. You started using his body for your own pleasure as your orgasm was so close by. You kept grinding while his dick is hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you. Before you even knew it, your orgasm ripped through you, while ony’s thighs are slowly shaking.
You feel him softening inside of you. You slowly start to get up from Ony’s lap, his dick slipping out of you along with his thick white cum. “You did so good for me, baby.” you praised your man.
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feather , part 14
“ i feel so much lighter, like a feather ”
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