#its hard to think a little bit; i keep feeling upset at myself

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[talkorsomething]

Too [insert adjective here] for guard ...................

Well, it's only half related.

We "hit a pothole", "had a slipup", whatever you want to call it — sunday. Aka: for the sake of my sanity we are not labeling it a relapse but good god does it feel as though I have invited the demons back in.

I know why, but I don't really know why. Because, I mean... I never have, to begin with. So: when I decided i was doing it sunday, i accepted it. "Let it happen", as someone would probably say to me. It's not...

I've been thinking about it for a while now. It's like anything - it comes and goes, a few times a year, and no matter what, I always ignore it.

Except, maybe there's something I'm not paying attention to? Or, ignoring, is the better word for it?

Of course it would be the one thing I have happening in my life.

November, I was burnt out for unrelated reasons. It was a lot to take in. That made sense. Now? ... why now?

There's not really any pressure on me. Yes, I have to do things, yes, it will be noticed if they're bad, but ...... it's not important. We don't spend time on it. I'm coming back next year, but it might be at the cost of ... all of this. I think it's progress. I haven't touched my guitar in any serious capacity in over a year. I think it's progress.

I don't take compliments well. I can't tell if that's why I don't get them, but I'm not being corrected much either. Only when I drift too far from what the work is supposed to be, only after weeks of it going, I can only assume, unnoticed. I keep getting stuck.

...push it back down.

Telling me I'm doing good isn't telling me what I know I have to be getting wrong. I could take it, at the cost of... all of this. I'm anticipating, and I know it can come. This is not where I was when I started.

It's been said, I haven't been told, that not starting it means you're more of a burden, by making the other person have to do it first. I know that. I do. And still it doesn't help. I'm not drowning. It wasn't an accident, but it wasn't planned, either. I don't know you.

I don't know you.

I'm not a good person. I'm not a nice person. Every week I tell myself this is really it, and every week I come back, and ... what? Forget I ever said anything? Forget we're not friends?

Well, we're not, huh? Nobody is, with me. What you see I swear you misunderstand. You don't ask. If you do, well, I can't answer. We're at an impasse.

It's not even my fault we didn't make it. I shouldn't feel like this over nothing. I don't do anything. You will, correctly, not let me do anything, because potential doesn't matter if you can't back it up. If you won't back it up. I let things happen to me.

I don't even feel better. And, actually, ironically, i think i know what would let me feel better. If I can't be upset with anyone else, at least I can be with myself.

... but, well, not even that. Your heart in my hands, but I mean it diegetically. And metaphorically. I hate putting myself out there, I hate having to actually perform, and yet every time, no matter what, I do it. I'm fine. I only cared at the start, and even then not very.

I don't feel anything. Not a lot, anyways. I don't let it happen. I can't. I don't know what it'll mean if I start being honest with myself.

...

I've pulled myself out of this before. A few times, now. Different circumstances, but I've done it all the same. Seasonal depression notwithstanding.

I'm only here because I did things I was scared to. And still, I'm the same. No progress made. The only way out is to do it again but I feel like I can't. I can't.

Will someone just let me say that?

Will someone just fucking help for once?

[thestarrynightslover]

The Trials of Dating in Secrecy

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 2,374

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, workplace romance, nudity, and verbal sexual harassment (all very light).

Summary: Okay, so this one features a bit of work issues (workplace romance), and a bit of jealous!Harvey + Harvey taking care of his girl, as requested by Anon.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way, or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: Well this is the first request I took and I’ll admit that it was a bit challenging, not cause it was particularly hard but because I wasn’t super inspired at first, nor did I have the time. Though, now, I think it worked? Idk, don’t feel like this was my best work either but feel free to leave some feedback, and thanks for reading!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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“Seriously, Harvey!” You let out annoyed. “I think I should probably go home now,” you said, thinking that if you did go home you could keep yourself from saying something you might regret later. 

“Oh, really? So now you're mad at me because I’m simply asking a bit more of this relationship?” He asked, looking ready to have a full-on fight.

“No, Harvey! What I’m actually upset about is how you’re making today all about yourself and your needs, when I’m the one going through it all!” You really didn’t wanna shout but the little bit of patience you had left vanished when his questions reminded you of the little stunt he’d pulled today.

Earlier that day, at the firm, you had been giving a consult to a prospective client on an intellectual property lawsuit he may be looking at and the guy seemed a bit disinterested in his own situation, giving you — and by you, you mean your body — most of his attention. But that was fineish, it was a regular occurrence, being a young woman in that field, so you didn’t really mind it anymore, at this point — after all, ignoring the occasional sexual harassment was usually the easiest route to advancing in your career. The problem was that the man started interrupting your professional analysis to hit on you, and eventually, he reached for your forearm, caressing it as he spoke. And that was exactly when Harvey, the man you’d secretly been dating for about 7 months now, decided to walk into your office. As he entered your office, you yanked your arm out of the man’s grasp but you couldn’t shut him up just as quickly, so your boyfriend got there just in time to hear a “So, if you really like yourself a sturdy stallion,” he pointed at a framed picture of you riding a horse on the wall behind you, “you should ride mine, someday. If you know what I mean,” he finalized with a wink, and how on Earth could you — or anyone hearing that — not know what he meant when he had said it so suggestively? 

“What did you just say to her?” Harvey’s voice came sharply, indicating he was about to get into a fistfight with the man who was probably not going to be your client now.

“Oh, we’re just chatting about- uh, who are you, again?” The shorter guy had the nerve to ask.

After that, Harvey was so quick to hoist the man up from the chair in front of you, by the collar of his dress shirt, that you didn’t even have time to react before he started punching the guy right in the face.

“I’m her boyfriend, that’s who I am! And you will be out of here before I take you out myself.” The man didn’t fall backward solely because Harvey had a hold on him, still, so he just stared at the other attorney in shock. “What are you looking at? Get out!” Harvey shouted once again, tossing the man towards your office door.

After that, you tried calming Harvey down but you barely had any time for it before Jessica and Louis barged into your office, revolted by their partner’s behavior and asking what had gotten into him to attack a prospective client like that.

“The prick was propositioning my-” But you cut him off before he could complete his sentence.

“He was harassing me during the meeting, and Harvey walked in and heard it, and, as a good colleague, he wanted to defend my honor, I guess,” you said with a short, humorless laugh while making air quotes with your fingers.

“A good colleague?” The tall senior partner asked quietly, hurt pooling in his eyes.

“Well… That’s terrible but you know better than to do this, Harvey,” Jessica told him.

“You know, I’d never thought I’d see the day you would act like such a caring gentleman for anyone, Specter,” Louis added, as always, eager to make things worse. “And, (y/n), at the very least you need to reach out to that man and take him out to an apology dinner. Because you are well aware of how important it is for you to get more clients.”

“Yes, I-” You stopped what you were saying mid-sentence because the man you loved was storming out of your office and all you wanted to do was chase after him.

“And now you’re gonna let him get off with that shit he pulled this easy?” Louis shouted, obviously trying to be heard by Harvey too. “I mean, this firm is turning into a complete mess, Jessica! It’s like you can’t control your office anymore! A junior partner who barely has her own clients and a senior partner battering prospective clients? We’re gonna go bankrupt like this, if not sued for malpractice altogether! And-”

“Louis, will you shut up, for God’s sake? I’m the managing partner and I’ll deal with both of them. Now go and let me talk to (y/n) alone!” Your boss responded, making you apprehensive about the conversation you were about to have with her.

As he left the room, Jessica motioned for you to sit on the couch with her. “(y/n), first of all, are you okay? Because if that man did something to you, then…”

“No, no! The harassment was just verbal,” not that that made it any better, you thought to yourself. “Harvey intervened before it could get to that.”

“Right. Well, that’s a relief.” She paused for an instant, giving one of those smiles she used when she was going to convince you of something unpleasant. “Now, as much as it pains me to admit it, Louis is right. You need more clients. I didn’t think it’d be good to tell you this after our conversation but the board has been pressuring me about making personnel cuts. Directed mostly to the partners who aren’t producing much. And you know that I like your work, and see your value to the company but those old men in suits only care about numbers, so if you don’t manage to bring in a new client by the end of the week… I am going to push for you to go after that man’s account again. Using whatever means necessary.” She declared, still sporting that smile. “Are we clear?”

At that, a defeated “Yes, Jessica” was all you could mutter. And then she left. And all you could think about was how you’d somehow managed to screw up both your professional and personal life, all at once.

Leaving work that day, after setting up four meetings with potential clients for the following days, all you could think about was making up with Harvey, so you went to his place to talk. And that’s how you got to the argument you were having now. He was upset about the whole ‘good colleague’ thing and you were upset because you could have handled the situation without burning that bridge with the guy, which was multiplied by ten when you remembered that you were on deadline to get more clients — something you hadn’t told Harvey.

“Making it all about-” He’d started saying angrily but stopped himself and his voice instantly took on a soft, caring tone, “wait, what do you mean you’re going through it all?”

Now you realized what you’d said.

“Uh, I meant nothing. I was just being dramatic, is all,” you stated unconvincingly.

“No, that doesn’t make any sense. If anyone is dramatic in this relationship, it’s me and we both know it,” he said, making you crack a small smile, thinking of how right he was. “So tell me, honey, what’s going on?”

“I, um, I’m being encouraged, or, better said, ordered to expand my client list.” There, you’d said it.

“What? Why?”

“You know why, Harvey. You just can’t be a partner at the firm if you don’t bring enough money in.” You told him, defeated.

“But… but you’re so good! You bring such good attention to the company’s name, your clients might actually be more satisfied with your work than mine, and they are very satisfied with my work,” he said matter-of-factly with a grin on his face.

“Yeah, maybe. But you might not know this because you've always been a man and Jessica’s protégé but for the rest of us, women trying to be successful at Pearson, the bar is just much higher, babe. And they're threatening to take away my partnership, maybe even my job altogether, if I don't get it done,” you finally finished your confession with teary eyes, even though you didn’t want to cry about it.

“That’s… that’s just unacceptable!” He let out, running his hands through his hair, “Did- does Jessica know about that? Because I can-” He tried to go on with his speech but you cut him off.

“She knows, Harvey. She says she likes my work but her hands are tied.” You let him know, sighing a little.

“But… that’s not… that doesn’t make any sense! It’s just not like Jessica to give in like that…” Harvey commented, starting to look defeated as well.

“Maybe when it’s about someone like you. But with me? She might not even be trying all that hard.” To which he responded with a mischievous glint in his eyes, perking up.

“Then, I’ll talk to her! I’ll tell her that, if she doesn’t secure your place in the company, I’m going to start listening to those offers I get all the time!” He said smiling widely this time.

“Harvey! You can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’d be incredibly stupid, and unprofessional, and-” You didn’t wanna finish your sentence but you had to. “And, that way, she’ll know.”

“Know?”

“About us. That we’re dating,” you finished sighing again.

“She’ll kn-” he stopped mid-sentence, full of disbelief. “And what’s so wrong with that?”

“Harvey…”

“No, don’t ‘Harvey’ me, (y/n)! If you don’t want me to help because it’d be unprofessional, then that’s okay. I can understand that. But what exactly are you trying to tell me, huh? That our relationship’s never gonna see the light of day? Or are you trying to break up with me?” That last question came out of him in such a low tone you could barely believe had come from him.

“No! Of course I don’t wanna break up-”

“Then tell me what do you want? Because I don’t understand why I can’t tell the world that I’m your boyfriend. I don’t get what’s so wrong about your boyfriend telling off a prick who can’t keep his hands to himself around another man’s woman-”

“Do you seriously think now is a good time to be possessive?”

“Oh, honey, I am possessive by nature. Especially around you,” he stated coming closer to where you were standing. And you could do nothing but welcome his warmth, after all, it’d been a long day.

As you stepped fully into his embrace and rested your head on his chest, you told him “I love you, Harvey. I don’t wanna break up with you. And I want you to tell the world that I’m your girlfriend, even Jessica,” hearing that, his eyes lit up. “But, as much of a prick as that man was, you need to understand that I can handle myself and that you need to give me space to make my own way at work, just like you made yours.”

“You’re right.”

“I know,” you joked, trying to shrug your shoulders at him.

“And I won’t try to interfere at work anymore. But don’t think that I’m just gonna stand around doing nothing if I see someone trying to mess with my girl again.”

“Well, that-”

“I’m not done yet,” he said, silencing you in an instant, “you should also know that, when you’re home with me, you’re mine to take care of.”

“Yeah? And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” You asked him with a smug smile.

His only response was swiftly picking you up and taking you to his suite’s bathroom, where he gently sat you down on the edge of the tub, just to start running the hot water into the bath he’d already filled with delicious-smelling bathing salts. “Wait here, baby.”

A bit later he came back carrying some candles he started lighting with one of the matches from a box he had in his other hand.

“What are you doing, Harv?”

“Just come over here,” he said after having spread the candles all throughout his spacious bathroom. They were scented too, you noticed. The second you reached him, though, instead of holding you close, he started taking off your clothes, slow and gentle, piece by piece. Which he followed up with little kisses all over your now bare skin. After being satisfied with his work of making you forget everything, he picked you up again and, this time, carefully dipped you into the bathtub. “Now, you just lay back and relax, darling.”

“You’re not joining me?” You asked him hopefully.

“No, I’m taking care of your dinner,” right after he left, though, one of your favorite songs started playing softly on a speaker he’d set somewhere.

You probably dozed off in that tub, because before you knew it you were being held by your boyfriend in his bed, still completely naked. “Hey.”

“Good morning beautiful,” he greeted you with a grin, “you know, you were taking so long to wake up, that I was starting to think that the breakfast I made you was gonna get cold.”

“Wait a second, last night you were making me dinner and this morning you made me breakfast… two for two! What’s happening to you?” You asked, giggling like a child.

“Nothing, nothing! It’s just… I told you, at home, I take care of you, that’s all.” He told you while he guided you out of the bed, handing you one of his shirts altogether. 

“You know, you keep saying ‘at home’ but this isn’t really our home…” As you put on his dress shirt, you followed him towards his living room. 

“It could be…” And that’s when you saw a set of keys at the dinner table by the cutlery.

[romaevelizz]

My little love ˖ ࣪⊹

Aemond T x blk!cousin!reader(Targaryen)

sum: never did you think you’d be paying for your husbands actions this way, covers in blood that’s not yours.

warnings: reader is daughter of Dameon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon(this makes everything worse), mentions of death, blood, child loss, pregnancy, cursing, more mature themes perhaps!, targcest(typical incest erm..), ocs used! events a bit different from show. not proofread!

The night was still whispers of handmaidens and Guards heard through out the echoing walls of the castle, your footsteps slow as you walked through the darken halls soft clanking from her sworn guards walking behind her. The maids bowing their head as she past by on her way to the room she found her husband most days now. Aegon had him, Aemond helping with the war, he was someone the king trusted in this specialty.

Her hands went to rest under her small grown belly as she stoped in front of the door waiting for the guard standing there to open it. She walked in a small thank you leaving her two toned lips as she entered.

Aemonds gaze turned towards her his brow raising slightly catching sight of her “My dear, what keeps you awake?” he asked standing up, his tall figure moving around the couch he was at approaching her his hand out to take hers.

“ Ah- tis nothing my love, just wanted to come see you while you’re awake and unaccompanied.” she smiled her hand coming to his face her thumb creasing his cheek.

His lips met your wrist kissing her softly, soon leaning down taking her lips into his, “Youre worried, no?” he whispered.

She hummed intently “Of corse i worry, this is you were talking about.” she smiled taking his hand leading him back to the couch.

The pair sitting down her feet coming under her comfortably, she let her eyes wander the plans on the table in front of them. He was to set out soon again, meaning she’d continue to see him less and less. The feeling of his hand brought her out of her thoughts her Light eyes meeting his “I’ve been abandoning my husbandly duties have I?” he spoke pulling her closer to him.

“I’ve missed you dearly, worry that all be mothering Zhuriya and this new babe by myself..” she spoke truthfully. Aemonds brows frowned at her worry, he was putting himself in great danger while he had a family to come back to… that he needed to come back to.

The fire cracking made its soft sounds in the quite room, the flames shining pleasantly on her dark tone, the nigh robs she wore being a light silk of such creating and orange hue. “No need to fret sweet girl, I’ll come back, I alway-”

“Until you won’t Aemond.” she sighed irritably.

“I still need you. Our daughter still needs you.. what am i supposed to tell our girl when her beloved father doesn’t come home..”

Aemond had no words, Zhuriya was a light that shined brightly on her father and what would it make of him to take her brightness away because of an accident?

She shifted moving herself on top of him, her robs bunching up. Aemond looked up he hands holding the small of her back his thumbs softly caressing her swollen belly, her eyes were always so kind her touch and words nothing but kind to him. Her hand held his face carefully, no words were spoke. Just her admiring him his eye patch off as her finger trailed along his scar, what did he do to deserve such a loving woman.

Even upset, she treated him with such care, such gentleness, the gods blessed him the moment their fathers betrothed them. She had always been kind just as her mother, now a mother of her own she was everything he’d wished for. Zhuriya being their first daughter a hard labor thag he couldn’t be by her side with and it pained him. Her screams echoing through the red keep and she called out for him but they wouldn’t let him in the room as she gave birth to their daughter.

“Forgive me my dear wife, i’ll soon accompany you to bed, but you should go first, you and the babe need rest.” he spoke kissing her collar.

She hummed “I need to grab our daughter from your sisters chambers, I expect you to soon be following after i get her.” she spoke softly pushing off him, Aemonds hand followed her her body stoping next to him.

“I love you.” she said her lips kissing his, “I love you too.” he responded her face still close to his watching her smile and soon walk out.

The doors closed behind her she stoped her guards before moving on “how about you stay her ser Maliki you can meet and mine and my Husbands bed chambers, ser khalil wait for my husband and be sure to remind him if he’s out soon he’ll have and upset wife.” she spoke through a smile.

“With all due respect Princess our duty is to be by your side and,” Ser Maliki started

“And answer and listen to me, so do as said i’ll be just alright i’m just going to Helaena’s Chambers to retrieve my daughter.” she hummed walking away, her lips holding a sweet smile.

A smile that would soon fall from her face as she entered. Three men stood in the room with her and Her cousin aswell as their children. One mad large held a knife to Helaenas throat as the other two looked as the three children, “Get her quickly.” one spoke, soon she’d been in the same position as hers. The dagger stabbing into your throat and her body trembled.

“What is it you want?” she questioned barely above a whisper, her eyes watching as the man pointed at her child.

“No! stop what is it you want!?” She cried.

“son for a son but since Aemond Targaryen has no son, a daughter shall do.” the man spoke as he held your daughter her cries breaking your heart.

“Stop! Please no I beg of you, take me instead!” Helaena cried out. They were gonna kill her niece, so she offered herself.

“Please don’t do this what do you want? Gold? Land? what is it? Just not my girl!” she cried struggling against the man behind her a bit causing her to get cut a bit.

“We weren’t sent here for that” that man spoke holding her three year old still.

“Mommy” she cried out, a cry from the bottom of her throat a true blood curdling one. “SHUT HER UP!” the man holding Helaena yelled.

one swift hit and your baby was out cold, he soon drew a blade “I’m to bring him her head.”

“WHO? NO STOP! Who are you to bring her to!” She cried out, watching the man hesitate.

“Demond Targaryen.”

no… no, no. how could her own father send for her daughter to be killed? to please Rhaneyra? because her husband took her son by Accident? “no don’t speak such lies..” she muttered

Her eyes watched as the man holding Helaena throwing her to the side “ Don’t hesitate you coward!” he said grabbing the blade.

Helaena watched as she struggled soon getting her arm to his pushing his away the knife that was once in her captors hand now in his neck. But Even when she did get to the two men that held her daughter it was too late. Zhuriyas throat was slit clean open, deep. Deep enough it soon no longer be on her small body.

Helaena had never see a women rage, yes her mother when Aemonds eye was taken but it was nothing like this, she watched terrified as the dagger that killed Y/ns daughter not being plugged over and over into her killers chest. Was this the rage of a mother? A Deep throat cutting cry coming from her and she stabbed him over and over. Cursing him and his soul in old Valyrian. Helaena finally got up moving past grabbing her two children running out the doors. Y/ns Cries and screams ran everyone chill throughout the castle.

Aemond stepping out quickly as he saw his sister with her children in her hand Aegon and Otto popping around the corner as Aemond grabbed his sister. “What happened!”

“Where is Y/n, Helaena WHERE IS MY WIFE?!”

she only could from a few words “Men, they came in, killed..”

That was enough to make Aemond, his brother and Grandfather to run towards Helaenas chambers. What had happen, why was there blood on her? Aemond though as he ran opening the doors more there she was, two men dead one close to the door a dagger still in his throat, the other laid in front of her, the sight gruesome he had no face to recognize.

Aemonds eyes finally landed on his wife who rocked back n forth sobs leaving her mouth and she prayed in old valyrian “how could he do this to my you sweet girl” she spoke in between sobs.

“How could they, i’m so sorry my sweet girl, oh my baby girl i’m sorry mama wasn’t here fo’ you”

no they couldn’t have Aemonds though as he quickly walked behind her. There in her arms laid their daughter, their firstborn. Blood spilling coming from her nose, mouth and throat. the wound clearly sliced through her small neck.

“No, no- Who, gods no who’s done this!” he stuttered fat tears building up soon falling down his face as he fell down to his knees next to his wife his arms wrapping around both of them “My dear who did this to her!” he cried out.

“they were sent one escaped.” she sobbed out of breath.

her voice breaking “they were told son for a son, but a daughter of Aemond Targaryen shall do..” she cried on.

“they were sent by her father..” Helaena whispered to Aegon and her grandsier..

“dear fucking god.” Aegon said his hands whipping his face as he softly pushed Helaena out of the room.

Y/ns face covers in tears her words sloppy and broken as saliva dripped form her mouth mourning her daughter. Aemond holding onto her soft cored coming for him aswell,

“What hap-” Alicent began the sight in front of her making her gasp. Blood was everywhere and Her son and his wife held their daughter. Their dead daughter.

Time had past on and and there were now people trying to take her daughters body out of her arms but she only protested, Aemond was no longer next to her but yelling at ser Criston in the hall, his mother begging him not to kill him for not being on guard like he was supposed to.

Helaena was being seen by maesters and others stood around Princess Y/n needing to collect her child’s body but remain unsuccessful. Aegon stood with Otto watching as them as they desperately tried getting the princess to let go of her daughter.

Otto finally turing to get her husband “Aemond you need to get her to let go of the body… i understand how hard but only you could get her to let go..”

Aegon as stepped to her his hand comforting her as it laid on her shoulder “My dear friend you have to let them take her…” he whispered.

“I.. I cant.. they cant take my girl away from me..” she cried her head softly resting on Zhuriya now cold forehead and she continued to rock.

Aemond soon replacing his brother comforting touch his face falling into the crook of her neck and softly begged of her to let go.

“i know my dear,” he spoke softly his body shuttering as to holding back a cry. “It’s time to let her go like to let her rest with your mother now. She’ll be safe now, she’ll forgive us, I promise my love, she’ll be safer now than when you protected her. when we protected her.” he spoke in old valyrian softly placing soft kissed on her shoulder.

“but i couldn’t protect her.. we failed her..” she cried “I failed her” she whispered old valyrian rolling of her tongue.

“you could never.” he spoke moving her hands slowly letting the maesters take the child slowly and gently.

“you did everything you could. You did just as you needed.” he spoke taking her in his embrace, she was covers in their daughters blood as well as the men she killed for her. He couldn’t tell if his wife was hurt herself.

He didn’t try moving her but held her until she got up herself. “My sweet you don’t have to yet..”

“Why wasn’t he here..” she spoke her eyes meeting ser Cristons, her own two guards standing to the side of her and prince Aemond.

“Why weren’t you at your post.” she knew why. but she wanted to hear him say it.

“Princess I was-“

“don’t lie to me Criston or i’ll have your tongue for it.” she spoke raising a dagger to him.

Aemond watch with no intent to stop her if she killed him herself. Her guards Maliki and Khali watched carefully incase they had to kill him.

“i was abed.”

“With whom?” Aegon asked.

“our mother.” Helaena spoke.

the silence was thick, Aemond and Aegon looking at their mother in disbelief. “You’ve been fucking your kings guard!”Aegon yelled.

“We’ll take our leave Aemond i can’t be covered in her blood anymore..” she spoke whipping her tears. the dagger soon dripping from her hands, and she began to walk.

“Princess!” ser Maliki spoke up, “your bleeding my love.” Aemond said standing up quickly.

turing around to face him “no it’s not mine-”

“Princess your legs.”

no, no. There can’t be anymore loss today..

she looked down slowly noticing a deep red puddle forming under her “this can’t be.”

“all the stress and grief of tonight..” Alicent spoke up.

Aemond watched as she shook her head her lip quivering “I’m sorry, i’m so sorry Aemond.”

he grabbed her face “No stop that this is not your fault, stop that my love please.” he said soon after picking her up.

“i love you to much, i can’t lose you to..” he spoke

“I promise we’ll shall get revenge.”

Rushing her to their chambers, she’d had to deliver the unalive baby soon and it wouldn’t be there. Handmaidens held her aswell as the maeaters Aemond in the room helping her too. There was no end for them, they couldn’t possibly be happy two of their children no dead.

And she couldn’t prevent them.

it was her fault.

“I’ll kill him for what he’s done.” she cried out. pushing the head of her dead child out of her tierd body.

“i’ll kill my Father for what he’s done!” she huffed her lilac eyes melted her husbands.

“I’ll take his head myself.”

[evilmoldywizard]

Hey guys, recently been turning evil about Stanford pines again because of book of bill, so here are some headcannons I have of him

- as someone (myself) who has a lot of hand issues that come from joints in places they shouldn't, I feel like he has a lot of chronic pain with his joints and wrists specifically. (I'm an avid Stanford pines finger splints believer), because just trying to make the anatomy work when drawing his hands makes mine sore just thinking about it. I feel like as he gets older especially he starts to need extra support for his fingers and wrists with all the tinkering with machinery, and stealing heavier tech parts he does.

- the scalp over the metal plate in his head has trouble growing hair like it used to before surgery, and its partially why his hair has started going gray heavier around that area, its overall a bit of an awkward patchy area, he doesn’t really care much though. It also gives him headaches whenever the weather is off, but he only really notices this when he is back home in the mystery shack.

- he of course is covered in more dumb tattoos that he picked up throughout the multiverse, as well as some actually good meaningful ones too. He's also had a lot badly removed but just enught that you can still see them faded.

-transgender because he just is

-i would say “did his own top surgery” but I feel like he would of never bothered, because of the recovery time. He would probably be one of those trans guys that just work out an insane amount to sort of even out the muscle.

- regularly gets confused/ straight up forgets details about the dimension he's in. (canon, I know but listen) he has been through so many versions of so many realitities and god knows how long he spent in each, trying to relearn customs, languages, names of things, etc, and genuinely gets upset when he forgets which pieces are from what dimensions. It just reminds him how much he has missed out on. This also leads to a lot of derealisation issues and paranoia about finally being in the right place.

-in some dimensions he has been able to study up and get some more degrees on some like really obscure topics. I feel like he did this in the really early years before he became an outlaw in nearly every dimension. He probably wanted to fall back into as familiar of a pattern as he could with all the constant chaos around him, academic approval is the closest thing he can feel like to having control over his current situation. It also kind of reminds him of Fiddleford, but he doesn't like to dwell on it, or really think too hard about it.

- he genuinely loves hearing about new changes to his home dimension from dipper and Mabel, even dumb little memes Mabel keeps showing him. He doesn’t really get it, but he just likes to be included.

-he visits Fiddleford almost every day since they reconnected. Trying to find pretty much any reason to see him. He misses him more than words can say and feels guilty about how things ended with them, and Fiddleford knows this. He just likes having Stanford around too much to say anything about how obvious he is being.

[the-princess-of-loki]

Attraction

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, graphic description of smut.

I stood before the big mirror in Loki and mine’s extravagantly huge dressing room. I made sure Loki wasn’t in our chambers in the palace before I took a deep breath and took off my dark green satin robe. I looked at my reflex dreadfully and let out a little huff. An involuntary pout formed on my lips as I took in the new details on my skin. I knew, theoretically and logically, that pregnancy changed a woman’s body. But knowing and seeing were definitely different. I couldn’t help touching my new white stretch marks on my enlarged breasts and belly, my pouting increasing almost naturally. I didn’t dare to turn around and take a look at my ass and my thighs. No, the front view was a downfall enough to even consider adding more.

“My dear?” Loki called me while entering the dressing room. I shrieked and immediately covered myself with my robe at the look and voice of my handsome husband in his sexy leather green, black and brown armour. He laughed softly at my reaction. “Why are you covering yourself, princess? There is not an inch of your beautiful body that I haven’t kissed, licked, sucked, bitten, worshipped, devoured…” He smirked at me, taking a step closer with his green eyes lust-filled.

“Not like it is right now,” I murmured under my breath, taking my gaze away from him for a moment.

“What’s the matter, my princess?” I could hear Loki’s worry even when I wasn’t looking at him. I took a deep breath and faked a smile as I looked back at him.

Why does he have to be so handsome?

“Nothing, love. Could you please leave the dressing room so I can get dressed?” Loki crossed his arms on his chest, still looking at me with worry in his beautiful features.

“Do not try to trick the trickster,” he warned. I sighed and looked down at my feet again. My lower lip trembled, so I bit it down to try and stop it. Loki closed the distance between us with a long step. He delicately grabbed my chin and made me look up at his emerald-like eyes. Worry kept clouding his handsome features, and I felt my eyes filling with tears, although I fought hard for them not to fall out. “My wonderful princess, why don’t you trust me with your bothering thoughts? Since our son was born, you’ve been acting distant and cold… Have I done or said something to upset you, my dear?”

“No!” I gasped immediately. I couldn’t let him blame himself for my insecurities. “No, Loki, you’ve been the best husband I could ever imagined. Please, do not think for one second that any of this is your fault.”

“Then, tell me, my love. What is wrong?” I took a deep breath before answering.

“I am feeling…self-conscious since our son was born,” I admitted, trying to avoid his gaze and failing. “My body has changed and…you are always so handsome… I…” I had to stop talking as a lump formed in my throat. Loki smiled sweetly at me.

“My beautiful princess, you are as wonderful as the day we met. No, that is not right. You are even more wonderful now,” he left a sweet kiss on my forehead before he looked down at me again. “What your body did- growing, nurturing and delivering our son: that is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen in all my 1058 years of life. Those scars and marks you’re so ashamed of are the living proof of your awesomeness.”

“Loki, I…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I appreciate your kind words, but-”

“Oh, you don’t believe me, princess,” Loki interrupted me with a smirk. Then, he lifted me, causing me to let out a small shriek of surprise. He started to walk with me in his arms towards our bed.

“What are you doing, Loki?” I asked, trying in vain to keep my robe on. He had decided its place was on the floor since he started to carry me. Loki left me carefully on the bed, still smirking as he stood up before me, unclasping his cape.

“Since you don’t believe in my words, I am going to show you just how much I mean them, my dear, beloved, beautiful princess.” Loki kept smirking and he kept undressing while speaking.

Once he was fully naked in front of me, he laid down on top of me, resting his weight on one arm as he caressed the side of my body with his free hand. I shivered involuntarily at his touch and he left a trail of goosebumps where his hand travelled on my skin. We hadn’t been this intimate since a lot before our son was born, so each movement, caress, kiss and even breath felt like the first time. I even felt the same butterflies in my belly as Loki’s emerald eyes looked at mine with devotion filling them.

Loki moved his face closer and closer to mine very slowly, at the same time his hand kept caressing my naked body almost lazily. He captured my lips with his in a loving but passionate and hungry kiss. I moaned against his lips as soon as they got into contact with mine at the same time he let out a throaty groan. We hadn’t kissed like this since I was on my second trimester of pregnancy, six month ago.

Gods, I missed him. I haven’t realised how much, but I missed my husband terribly. It wasn’t like Loki hadn’t been present during my pregnancy. Quite the contrary: he’d been there for me every step of the way, always making sure I was comfortable, happy, safe and loved. But, of course, after the sixth month of pregnancy, I had grown so big that the healers in the palace had all recommended I moved little to nothing. After all, nobody could be sure that the half-Jotun growing quickly inside me wouldn’t want to come out before we were expecting him to. Thus, Loki and I had been very careful and haven’t shared more than a peck here and there.

Being kissed by Loki with his usual hunger, desire, lust, adoration, love and devotion was something else on so many levels that it was difficult to put into words. His thin lips moved against mine feverishly, letting his tongue inside my mouth, dancing sensually with mine. I felt my heart beating faster with each of his tongue movements, my breath getting heavier as the seconds passed by. His large and capable hand moved down, slowly caressing my skin from my hip to my thigh. Loki purposefully traced each one of my white stretch marks there with the tip of his fingers, almost reverently, before he moved my leg softly to the side so he could accommodate comfortably in between my legs. I could feel his hard, throbbing member on my lower belly and just that got me letting out a soft moan. He moved his lips from mine, going down my chin, up my jawline until he met my ear.

“Let me worship you like you deserve, my divine, wonderful and gorgeous princess,” he whispered in that sultry voice of his before he nibbled my earlobe.

A gasp and a small moan/whimper were all that I managed as a response. Loki bit down my neck, leaving an ownership mark there as he liked doing every single time we made love. His lips moved down my collarbone and his green eyes looked straight into my eyes as he sweetly kissed every stretch mark on my breasts. He was, indeed, worshipping me. He gave the same treatment to every mark on my body that my pregnancy had left, both in my front and in my backside.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Loki gently cupped one of my breasts in his hand. Then, he lowered his mouth to my nipple, gently sucking the hardening bud. I moaned as I felt a shock of pleasure going from my nipple straight to my core. I let out a surprised gasp as I opened my eyes and saw him drinking my milk, just like our son does every few hours. Of course, Loki’s touch and mouth around my nipple were completely different and had other effects on me. Loki licked his lips, his green eyes shining with mischief and a small smirk on his lips.

“Mmmm…delicious. Everything that comes out of you is simply exquisite,” he hummed and continued smirking.

I was, as always, speechless and completely fascinated by my husband. And he knew it. Loki shifted a little his position on top of me so he was able to caress my body down to my very core. I could feel his hard, leaking pre-cum member on my thigh, making my body shiver with need. Loki teased my entrance with his fingers, rubbing my clit with his thumb until I was a shivering, panting, needy mess below him. He then licked his fingers with my juices on them, making the same appreciative hum he had made when tasting my breast milk.

“You are always ready for me, aren’t you, my sweet, delicious, princess?” Loki asked with a smirk, obviously knowing the answer. But he always wanted my express consent, ever since the first time.

“Yes, Loki. Please, take me,” I half asked and half begged, surrounding him with my arms in a tight embrace. Loki grunted a little in pleasure at my plea.

“As you wish, princess,” he whispered in my ear.

In one swift movement, he thrust inside me, filling me with his big, hard, throbbing member completely. I let out a gasp followed by a moan as soon as I felt him. I moved my legs up, crossing my ankles behind his back as Loki grabbed both my thighs to help me keep my legs up. He looked straight into my eyes as he pulled himself out of me and then thrust inside with full force again. As I had my legs up, he could go deeper inside me, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust. I moaned his name as he sped up, forcing my eyes to stay open and look into his green ones, now darkened with desired as he looked back at me. His thrust became faster and wilder as the moments passed by, our chambers filled with sex smell and the lewd sound of skin meeting skin.

Loki collapsed on top of me as we both reached our climaxes together. I hung to his back as if my life depended on it as I finally allowed my eyes to close. I nuzzled my nose into his neck, basking in his beautiful scent. How this wonderful being had chosen me out of all the options he had was beyond my understanding.

“You are the most precious, divine and beautiful creature in all the realms, princess. Never doubt it again.” Loki whispered, his voice, usually controlled, was no hoarse because of our lovemaking.And after hearing those words, my heart melted. Again.

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 69

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 5K

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Monday, March 14; 9:30 AM - Manchester

A small routine had developed over two weeks. School continued, where I was pushing myself hard with revisions. It had become difficult to fit my friends into my schedule, but I had to make a choice. I wanted to pass my exam at any cost. I received some reproaches from them, though. Only Alexia and Alessia stood up for me. Maybe even Leah and Lotte now, too. Thanks to Alessia, I was able to talk to Leah and resolve our issues. She understood my intentions for studying, and I think she wasn’t as upset anymore about my relationship with Lucy.

"I just found it strange at first and was worried for you. I get that you're being careful. Now, give me some time to get used to it," she had told me.

I thought that was sweet of her. It wasn’t for nothing that I liked her so much. As for Lotte, we also had a conversation. I apologized for not remembering her. She was surprised and told me she had wanted me to figure it out on my own. Still, she accepted my apology, saying we could maybe reconnect now. I agreed, though I still struggled with the idea. I don’t think knowing each other from before changes much about our relationship today.

Outside of my friends, I’m happy with my life right now. Things with Lucy are going great. We spent a quiet weekend with her friends, which I needed after the last one in Barcelona. I’m still waiting to hear back from the galleries. It’s nerve-wracking, but I haven’t lost hope. I continue sending letters with Beth’s help and Lucy’s encouragement. On the other hand, I still haven’t called my mom. We left without seeing her, as she was called to the hospital urgently. In a way, I was relieved. I avoided confrontation at least. Knowing her, she probably thinks I’m angry at her. I can’t blame her; she’s borne the brunt of my outbursts. Lucy advised me to contact her soon, but I haven’t had the courage yet. I still feel guilty about what happened. One positive thing is that I’ve long been prepared for the idea of marriage. My father drilled it into me, and I’ll go through with it, if only to honor his memory.

"Are you okay?" Lucy asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I jump slightly. We were in the car, on the way to my meeting at the gallery with Mr. Fields. I was glad Lucy was coming with me. At least we’d get to spend some time together outside of school.

"Yeah," I exhaled.

"Are you nervous?"

"A little… Not too much, honestly."

I had no idea what would come from this meeting. I had already resigned myself to not having high expectations. I didn’t want to be disappointed by the outcome.

"Actually, I wonder why I even accepted this meeting. I should have declined, and it would all be over."

"Don’t say that. We don’t know what’s in store. Maybe it’ll go well, and he’ll offer better solutions."

"Hmm..."

I love her optimism. I’m not as hopeful. Maybe she’s just trying to reassure me. We arrive at our destination. This time, it’s the real gallery in the center, not the workshop. Mr. Fields said he’d be here today. He insisted that Lucy accompany me, and I couldn’t be happier. We walk into the building, and I’m struck by its splendor. Everything is beautiful, modern, white, and sleek. There are so many paintings on display. Some are for sale, others aren’t, or at least that’s what I gather since some don’t have prices. I feel a bit lost. I see Mr. Fields nearby, but he doesn’t seem to have noticed us. He’s talking to no one in particular as he approaches a woman at the reception. She notices us and looks uncomfortable as he gives her cold instructions before walking back down the hall he came from.

"Great start," Lucy whispers.

I nod slightly, focusing on the paintings to keep myself busy. The receptionist has seen us, so I assume she’ll come over. My mind wanders a little. I wasn’t expecting a gallery like this. Could I work in a place like this? It’s so large. Honestly, it’s massive. I don’t even dare explore the whole place. I understand its reputation now. This isn’t my thing. I’m not sure I belong in an environment like this.

"Hello, can I help you with something?" the young woman approaches us.

She seems uncomfortable, and I get it. Her boss spoke to her like dirt right in front of us without even realizing it. She knows we saw everything. Seeing me frozen, Lucy steps in first.

"Hello. We have an appointment with Mr. Fields."

"Oh yes, he mentioned your arrival. I’m sorry, I can’t remember the name he gave me, though."

No surprise there… Lucy nudges me to snap me out of my daze. The woman looks at me, waiting for an answer.

"Batlle. Ona Batlle, that’s my name."

"Yes, that’s right. Thanks for reminding me. He’s on the phone, but I’ll let him know you’re here. Feel free to look around while you wait."

"Thank you."

"Excuse me," Lucy stops her. "Are you an apprentice here?"

The young woman turns bright red in front of my girlfriend. Okay, I’ll admit Lucy can be quite intimidating when she wants to be, especially with that serious look. Why is she asking about this? The woman stammers a sort of "yes" before hurrying away. I sigh and start fiddling with my fingers. I’m starting to feel stressed, and I don’t like it. I wait until she’s far enough before turning to Lucy.

"I’m not feeling good about this," I mumble. "And why did you ask that question?"

"Relax, I’m here. I just wanted to know. Do you still want this job?"

Lucy is completely calm. I can tell she’s up to something. I shrug.

"I... I don’t know. This environment isn’t really me," I admit hesitantly.

She smiles and runs her hand through my hair.

"I know, but we’re not leaving now that we’re here."

"Fields seems really busy."

"Hmm, you’re right. I hope he’ll give us the attention we deserve, or I’ll get mad quickly," she tells me. "He’s already late," she points out.

I laugh softly. If he’s late, he’s definitely not winning any points with Lucy. I hope she’ll be able to keep her cool. I’m glad she’s with me. Unlike me, she has enough character to speak up if necessary.

"Hey," she says, catching my attention. "Don’t feel so uncomfortable, okay? If Fields wanted to meet with you, it’s because he believes in your talent."

I blush, feeling easily seen through.

"Do you want to know what I think?" she continues.

I nod. I think I need to hear what she has to say to lift my spirits.

"I think your talent is even bigger than this empire, so don’t lose confidence because of this," she says, gesturing to the room around us.

"Are you sure...? Then why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

"Because it doesn’t reflect your personality, but that has nothing to do with your talent. What I’m trying to say is that not every gallery will be the right fit for you, but that doesn’t mean you should doubt yourself. Okay?"

I take a deep breath and nod. I knew I could always count on her to lift me up. I felt like a burden in the middle of all this.

"It’ll be fine," she reassures me with a gentle pat on my back. Maybe things don’t happen by chance after all...

"Ladies!" a deep voice calls out, startling me. "What a pleasure to finally have you here."

Mr. Fields walks out of the hallway he had disappeared into and comes toward us. It seems he really hadn’t noticed us before... I force a smile.

"How are you? Come on, let’s go to my office."

His initial question, just for formality, is quickly forgotten. He leads us to his office. It’s more spacious and better furnished than the one in the workshop. Everything is so different from my first meeting with him. There’s no doubt he must host more people here. It’s more contemporary and softer. The one in the workshop was clearly more personal and better decorated in my opinion.

"Please, have a seat," he said, motioning to the chairs in front of his desk before walking around to sit down.

Lucy let me take a seat first before joining me. Her presence gave me confidence. She made me feel safe.

"I'm happy to finally meet you, Miss Bronze. May I also speak to you informally?" 

A lump formed in my throat. During our first meeting, he had addressed me informally without asking. I hate people who seem to have more respect for some than for others. It feels like he's categorizing people to decide how to speak to them. He doesn't help me feel any better. It’s like he’s a completely different person, someone I’ve never met before.

"If you like. It’ll make the conversation easier."

He smiled, nodding.

"Oh, excuse me. I have a call," he said, touching his ear.

Until then, I hadn’t noticed, but he was wearing an earpiece. Now I understood why he seemed to be talking to himself earlier.

"Would you like a coffee before we start?"

"No, thank you."

"I'd love one," Lucy said at the same moment.

"Alright," he chuckled. "I'll go get that for you. Would you like anything else, Ona?"

"No, thank you, I'm fine."

"I’ll be right back."

I rubbed my hands together as he left. He took the call. I could hear his voice echoing in the hallway. What a jerk... He dared to take a call in the middle of our meeting. It’s so disrespectful. I jumped slightly when Lucy placed her hand on my thigh.

"Hey, are you okay? Is he making you uncomfortable?" she asked, frowning.

"No, I'm fine..."

"Ona. I can still tell when you're not alright, so don’t lie to me. I don’t like that."

"He seems different. But really, it’s okay. It’s the place that’s making me nervous."

This time I wasn’t lying. I know my reactions affect Lucy, and that’s the last thing I want right now. She nodded understandingly, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

"Relax, okay? I’ll handle the talking."

"No, ple-"

"Shh. I hate seeing you like this. I’m just going to ask him a few questions. Let’s see if he gives me the answers I want."

"W-what do you mean by that?"

"I want to know if this place is right for you. We’ll see based on his responses," she said, shrugging.

"And if it’s not?"

"If it’s not, I’m not letting you work somewhere you won’t feel comfortable. You’ll just end up hating your job, and that’s not the point when you’re just starting a career."

I bit my lip, lowering my head. She quickly lifted it back up with her fingers, brushing them gently along my chin.

"I fully intend to put this guy in his place when he gets back."

"Y-you’re really going to do that?"

"I’d do anything for those beautiful eyes of yours."

"And what if we manage to negotiate a chance for me to work here?"

"Then it could stay an option, if you have nothing better," she sighed.

I smiled, realizing that the idea didn’t seem to thrill her. It was adorable how she was acting.

"Baby, if this interview doesn’t lead anywhere, don’t see it as a failure, okay? I’m sure there’ll be other galleries that will appreciate you a lot more."

"You think he’s going to conduct the whole interview over the phone?"

"He better not if he doesn’t want to face my wrath. That’s exactly why I’m planning to set him straight."

I smiled despite myself. That was exactly what she was aiming for, given the grin she flashed back at me. Footsteps echoed in the hallway, giving us time to adjust ourselves before he ended his call and opened the door. As he re-entered, he smiled and made his way around the desk. I already missed Lucy’s touch, but I knew that here, she had to play the role of my manager, not my girlfriend, unfortunately.

"Here you go," he said, placing a cup in front of Lucy. "Careful, it’s hot."

"Thank you."

"Do you take sugar?"

"No, no, it's fine like this," she replied as he placed a glass in front of me.

"I thought I'd bring you a glass of water, just in case," he said with a small smile.

He’s so fake. I hate it. But I thanked him anyway. He finally sat down in front of us. Our meeting should have started half an hour ago, and I had to admit it was getting tiring that he kept doing his own thing without acknowledging us.

"Alright then. Let’s not waste any more time. I apologize, but I’m very busy today, with many appointments and important calls."

"We noticed," Lucy remarked pointedly. "I hope we won’t be interrupted again."

He didn’t respond to the comment, but his expression showed he didn’t like it. He seemed uncomfortable. He tugged at the sleeves of his suit and clasped his hands on the desk, sitting up as straight as possible.

"Certainly, we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again," he muttered. "Well, then. The reason we’re here is that I’ve offered Ona a position as an apprentice at my gallery next year."

"A position in Cardiff," Lucy corrected.

I stifled a smile. For some reason, it seemed like she was irritated. She wasn’t holding back at all. I recognized her now, acting like she did in the beginning, with that heartless demeanor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Fields was a bit thrown off.

"Yes, that’s right," he responded as calmly as possible.

"And why is that?" she pressed on.

Her tone had shifted completely. She was clearly challenging him.

"I must admit that I was a bit surprised by your decision. You have an enormous gallery at your disposal, and yet you can’t find a spot for her here? Ona has already made a long journey to Manchester, she’s settled in, stable, and now you want to send her elsewhere."

Fields was momentarily at a loss for words, as was I. She had asked me to trust her, and now I was starting to understand why. She was protecting me while trying to find common ground. I shouldn’t be surprised. She would always fight for what’s best for me. Fields, who had been eager to meet her earlier, must have been regretting it by now.

"Well… I must admit that Ona’s application came in rather late," he replied without faltering. "I’ve already promised two apprenticeships to other students for this gallery. It’s difficult to take on a third, knowing that I already have two students moving into their second year. That’s why I suggested Cardiff. It’s the closest gallery I own in the area. I’ve already coordinated with the school, should you be interested."

He pushed some documents toward us. He had prepared everything. There was an enrollment form for Cardiff’s school right in front of us, pre-filled with the company’s details. Lucy had been right. He had no intention of leaving room for negotiation. The student’s section was still blank, and something told me that if it weren’t me, he’d have no qualms about finding someone else.

"I understand this is a tough decision, but you have to understand that I receive a lot of applications. Ona is incredibly talented, which is why I made this offer, but she isn’t the only one. I hadn’t even planned on taking an apprentice at Cardiff since it’s just opened. This is a significant opportunity I’m offering."

I looked at Lucy after hearing this. He knew how to respond too. She remained focused on Fields. It was a real battle between them. One thing was certain: he wasn’t willing to accept any other alternatives.

"And from what you’ve said, Ona seems to be doing quite well. I didn’t think a change of city would be an issue."

"It is an issue. She’s found stability here with new friends and even a relationship. You don’t realize it, but you’re asking her to leave everything behind."

Fields absorbed Lucy’s words with understanding. Maybe he wasn’t exactly the person I had described earlier...

"I see. You are in a unique situation, but I’m not sure I can offer anything better. I’ll have to take a look before giving you my final answer."

"Alright..." Lucy murmured, sounding as surprised as I was by his retreat. "May I ask what her tasks will be?"

"Of course. I’ve already discussed this with Mr. Davis, the head of my new agency. There will be no shortage of work. He wasn’t convinced about taking someone on, but I managed to persuade him."

"I’ve noticed the young woman at the reception is an apprentice. Will Ona be doing similar tasks?"

"Yes, of course. She’ll have the opportunity to vary her responsibilities. Reception work will be part of it. »

- She won't just be doing that, right?

- No, he replies with a small laugh.

He had realized by now that she was defending me. I saw him bring his hand to his ear. He had another call, I was sure of it. I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

- I hope you're not going to take that call, my girlfriend warned him.

- Excuse me, we have an exhibition opening this weekend, so there’s a bit of stress, she laughs. I'll call back later, he adds, taking off his earpiece.

- Hmm... Can you elaborate now?

- Well, yes, the tasks then. Ona will have the opportunity to work in the studio, of course. She’ll be able to practice and learn with the other apprentices, and then, who knows, maybe even exhibit her work. It’s rare that we sell them since they’re not professional, but exhibiting is still an opportunity to be noticed by potential clients.

- OK... But I sense there’s a “but.”

- Indeed. There will be alternation between the apprentices. Sometimes they’ll be here in the gallery, interacting with buyers and handling tasks we assign them. It might not be the best part of the job, but I believe it’s a good experience for them.

- We saw you shouting at one of them earlier. At least, you didn’t seem very approachable and didn’t even notice us.

He takes a deep breath. Lucy is perfect. She doesn’t attack him, but she knows how to unsettle him in other ways.

- True. We sometimes get stressed and lose our composure. Of course, that won’t fall on you, but it might happen from time to time, he tells me.

- All right. Will she be invited to exhibition openings?

- Yes, yes, of course. She might even organize one. Well, not at the beginning, but that will be part of the learning process—learning the organization and maybe even assisting if she stands out among the other apprentices. It’s a kind of reward for us.

I nod. The job description is more than interesting... I’d be crazy to say no...

- So, you guarantee she’ll have the opportunity to improve her art through all this?

- Normally, yes. We do allow them some time, but let’s not have illusions. It will be a small part of your work here. You’ll be able to practice the most at school.

School. I had almost forgotten that detail. It’s true that that’s where I’ll get the most help to improve. Still, I hope to have some opportunities for professional advice here. I have my doubts about that. This guy gives me the impression he's selling us a dream, but in the end, we’ll just be there to keep his business running. That’s definitely not what I’m looking for. If I want to do this job, it’s out of passion, not for anything else.

- How big is this gallery? Lucy asks.

- It’s the largest one here. The studio was recently relocated to expand the gallery. As for the one in Cardiff, it's just slightly smaller than this one. However, we managed to keep the studio in the same place, which is obviously better.

- Are you planning to expand your circle even more?

- Definitely, yes. If the Cardiff location does well, there’s a good chance new branches will open in the south, he replies proudly.

- You manage everything by yourself?

- Yes. I don’t like delegating.

- So, the training won’t be from you.

- No, indeed. My agency managers usually handle that part, especially for the studio. However, that doesn’t stop me from overseeing my apprentices, I assure you. I keep an eye on everything.

They all say that... The one reassuring thing is that I won’t have to deal with him often in that case.

- OK, Lucy murmurs. I think I have my answers.

- Do you need more time to make your decision?

- Actually, yes. We’ll accept the offer if you can work something out regarding the location.

He raises an eyebrow at her request.

- I’ve been following Ona since her first day at school, and I can guarantee you that a change of environment won’t do her any good. She’s built a life here, so for her well-being, if we can negotiate that point, I think it would be perfect.

He sighs softly, running his hand through his hair. This doesn’t seem to suit him. He expected us to accept after he sold us on the position.

- Very well, I’ll get back to you in that case, but I can’t promise anything.

- No problem. The important thing is that you’ll have done your best to solve the issue.

- Do you have any other questions?

- No, I think that’s all.

- Good, then we can conclude here.

- Yes. We won’t take up any more of your time. Have a good day, she says, offering him her hand.

- I’ll walk you out anyway, he says, standing up.

I didn’t open my mouth once during this interview. In a way, that suits me just fine. He walks us to the entrance, where we shake hands.

- Thank you for your hospitality, Lucy says.

- It was a pleasure. We’ll be in touch in a few days.

One last goodbye, and we’re outside. I’m happy to take a deep breath of fresh air. I was starting to feel suffocated.

- Well, that’s that... Lucy murmurs. Do you want a hot chocolate? My treat. We can talk about the interview while we’re at it.

- If you’re being so kind, I can’t say no, I say, making her laugh.

I wasn’t going to tell her, but if I could skip a few hours of school, I was happy. It was clear I’d rather spend time with my friend.

Monday, March 14, 12:00 p.m. - Cafeteria.

Our little outing ended at a small café downtown, where Lucy had a coffee and I had a hot chocolate. I realized that Lucy hadn’t even touched the hot drink she’d ordered during the interview. We had a long discussion about it. Mr. Fields' answers were satisfactory, though Lucy still thinks he’s taking advantage of me. She believes he wants to make me work like low-paid employees. Yet, he’d sold the position to me pretty well. Maybe a little too well... She might be right. She explained that she’d already fallen victim to one of those companies before and doesn’t want the same thing to happen to me. I agreed. It was, after all, my only response. It would be foolish not to wait for the other offers now. So, we agreed to wait before giving an answer. Lucy plans to ask Beth for her opinion and to put some pressure on her to use her connections. I don’t like doing that, but at this point, I had no choice. Mr. Fields was right when he said I applied late... I might not get many positive responses, and that thought is starting to scare me. We went back to school afterward. We arrived at 11:30. Lucy didn’t push me to return to class. She wanted me to have lunch with her, but I declined the invitation. Meals are the only time I’m sure to be with my friends, so if I took that away from them, it wouldn’t go over well. She understood and let me spend my half-hour working in her office. I managed to finish my homework and I think I’ll skip my revisions tonight. It’s good to take breaks sometimes.

- Oh, you’re already back?

- Hey, I greet Alexia, whom I was waiting for at the cafeteria. Yeah. We got back half an hour ago.

- Cool! So, how did it go?

- Meh... I’ll explain later, I say as I see our friends approaching.

- OK... she says with a small pout.

- I’ll be around tonight, so we can talk then, I reassure her.

- Really? she says, surprised.

- Yeah. My homework’s done. Plus, Bronze thinks I’m working too much. She says I look tired. She wants me to take it easy.

She’s not wrong... We’ve barely seen you these past two weeks.

I shrug. Losing myself in my revisions allows me to forget everything else, in a way. It’s an escape like any other. Knowing Lucy, she must have realized it’s becoming an obsession.

- You’re not going to start, right? I replied with amusement.

- Oh no, she said, raising her hands in surrender. I said it, but I’m not saying anything.

- Of course, I chuckled. Anyway, I just wanted to say I’ll be there tonight.

- Really? Alessia, who I noticed was on my other side, asked. And what about your interview? It was super long, wasn’t it? You’ve got a morning to catch up on now. But be happy, you missed a surprise test from Johnson. He was upset because no one informed him about your absence after you left during second period. I think he wanted you to take the test.

I groaned in frustration. Johnson was the least of my worries right now. I hadn’t thought about the catch-up work. Skipping three hours of class had been nice until then.

- Damn, I cursed. Do I have a lot to catch up on?

- No, don’t worry. We got a lot of handouts, so I took them for you. I even got ahead a bit for you while I was at it. That way, you won’t try to dodge us tonight.

She nudged me with her shoulder, laughing. I smiled, picking up my tray to follow Ale to our table.

- That thought hadn’t even crossed my mind, you know, I joked. Thanks anyway, that’s really kind of you, I said. Do you think I’ll have to make up the test? What was it on, by the way?

- I don’t think so. It was on the last lesson. He felt like a lot of people were distracted recently, so he wanted to put everyone back in line. It was on those charts. You know what I mean, right? I think you understood it.

- Yes, yes.

- Well, look at you, becoming a pro, Ale teased.

- I wish, I sighed. I’m still far from it, unfortunately.

- Don’t say that. You’re doing really well.

- It’s only thanks to my revisions and Bronze’s help, otherwise, I’d be drowning.

It feels strange to say my girlfriend’s name. It’s like I have to think twice before speaking. Even though a lot of people already know, I wouldn’t want everyone at the table to find out. That would be quite dramatic, almost scandalous.

- Oh right, Alessia continues. We also got the date for the field trip after you left. Bronze didn’t tell you?

- Uh, no, I frowned. When is it?

- Next Thursday. The questionnaire he gave us is due by Monday at the latest.

I let out a heavy sigh. What a great time to hand out a questionnaire like that. We’re already so overwhelmed. We’ve got six weeks left, which means three before the next break. We received our exam schedule and convocations last week. Our exams will take place at the end of May. That’s why I’m putting so much pressure on myself. The serious stuff is finally happening. We’re in the final stretch, and it’s terrifying. If I fail, all my efforts will have been for nothing.

- Great, I muttered.

- Oh, come on, it’s not that bad. I took a look at it, and it’s mostly general questions about the company. There are also two or three management questions. Anderson said those would be the points discussed during the trip, so it’s important to fill it out properly.

I nodded, my mind elsewhere. Come on, just a few more weeks to get through... There’s so much pressure. Not to mention the anxiety about my future. What a mess! I really hope I can hold on until then because I’m slowly starting to feel overwhelmed. If there’s one thing I’ve gotten used to this year, it’s the stability Lucy has brought into my life, and I’m determined to do whatever it takes to keep it.

[dreamof-jeanie]

Just a little something I wrote to get some practice in! It's been awhile since I've written anything, so I decided to indulge myself ⸜(*ˊᵕˋ* )⸝

warnings in the tags

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“Get the fuck away from me,” Whumpee snapped, teeth bared like a rabid animal.

Whumper merely clicked their tongue, disappointed. “Now that won’t do at all. I thought I made it clear what was expected of you. It seems I may have to take some more drastic measures.”

Contrasting their calm tone, Whumper’s hand darted forward with a deadly precision, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of Whumpee’s jaw as they held their face tight. Whumpee struggled, but couldn’t pull their head out of Whumper’s grip. They shivered as Whumper stroked their thumb gently across their cheek, eyes softening once again. Whumpee couldn’t help but meet their gaze, almost feeling drawn in.

“It would be much easier for you if you would listen,” Whumper chided, their voice taking on an almost melodic lilt. 

Unease grew inside Whumpee at the strangely enchanting tone, and they jerked their head back again, lips twisting into a snarl. “Let me go,” they bit out, “Whatever you’re trying, it won’t work.”

Whumper smiled, and a hand snaked its way into Whumpee’s hair, further holding them in place. The contact sent a spark down Whumpee’s back that was both pleasant, and in a more distant part of their mind, unsettling. 

“I’m not doing anything,” Whumper said, their voice oozing like honey, “Just having a little chat. Keep your eyes on me, dear.”

Whumpee blinked slowly, finding it easier to listen to the gentle command than resist. What was the harm in letting Whumper monologue for a little? Anything had to be better than the pain from earlier. Shuddering at the memory of the still-fresh wounds, Whumpee settled a little further into Whumper’s hold, pressure on the back of their head and jaw grounding as their head started to feel light and cottony.

“That’s it, dear,” Whumper cooed, “Your body is starting to feel so heavy, isn’t it? You’ve had an awfully long day - you deserve some rest. Go ahead and let your eyes close, pet. You seem so tired.”

And Whumpee was so tired. But they didn’t want to close their eyes yet- not when Whumper’s gaze was so enrapturing. Despite their best efforts, though, their eyelids drooped, finally falling shut with a soft sigh. The rest of their limbs felt like lead, while their mind stayed blissfully floaty- moments away from slipping into unconsciousness.

Whumper seemed to know this, their hold tightening the slightest bit. “Ah, ah. Don’t fall asleep yet, dear. I have more I need to tell you. Though you are being so good for me, aren’t you?”

Whumpee’s brow furrowed, something inside them prickling uneasily at that. But their thoughts were too hard to catch ahold of, slipping easily from their grasp. And Whumper was holding them so gently- if this is what they got for being good, they never wanted it to end.

They expressed this thought out loud, their words starting to slur. “W’nna be good..”

Whumper laughed softly, “And you will be. Just keep focusing on me. Think about how nice it feels to listen to my voice. How nice it feels to be a good pet. You don’t even have to worry your little head about anything. Let all those thoughts in that brain of yours slip away- it’s all too confusing, anyways. Just listen to me, dear, I’ll tell you all you need to hear.”

As Whumper spoke, the feeling of having their head stuffed with cotton only grew, though Whumpee couldn’t find any reason to be against it. Whumper was right- it did feel nice to let go of their worries. They couldn’t even remember what they’d been so upset about in the first place. Thinking too hard about it made their head start to hurt, it was so much easier to just bask in Whumper’s attention.

Whumpee sighed, “I w’nna… w’nna lis’en…”

Whumper’s thumb over their mouth stopped their words.

“Oh, it must be so hard to speak,” Whumper cooed, their thumb stroking over Whumpee’s bottom lip. “Your tongue feeling so heavy in your mouth. It would be so much easier for you to not talk at all. Let me do all the talking, dear, I’ll take care of you.”

Whumpee nodded drowsily, a soft hum of agreement escaping them. They were glad Whumper had given them permission not to speak. It felt like their mouth had been stuffed with cotton, and words slipped through their grasp like sand. Having the choice taken away from them made things so much simpler.

“You must be so tired from all that struggling earlier,” Whumper continued, beginning to card their fingers through Whumpee's hair, scratching lightly at their scalp. Whumpee leaned into the touch with a soft, pleased sound. “I love a little fight as much as the next person- but isn't this so nice? All you have to do is listen to my voice. You don't have to worry about anything else. You can let go of all those little naughty thoughts, alright, dear?”

“Mmm.” Whumpee tried to make their mouth move to answer Whumper, but their tongue felt stuck to the roof of their mouth. 

Whumper chuckled, the sound making Whumpee’s insides flutter. “Look how good you are at listening already. Go ahead. Speak.”

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered dazedly, and they found they couldn’t remember what they wanted to say. What had Whumper been talking about? “Don’...” they slurred, brows furrowed “I don’ ‘member…”

A smile grew on Whumper’s face, and they pressed a gentle kiss to Whumpee’s forehead, soothing the crease there. Whumpee sighed happily, their eyes slipping shut again. All that mattered was what Whumpee told them to do. They never wanted this moment to end.Whumper’s voice broke in over their musing, sounding pleased, “Oh, such a good little pet. You'll do wonderfully for me, won't you? So obedient. You’ll make the perfect thrall.”

[irishmammonagenda]

Hii!! 🧚‍♀️It's Wee Emo anon 🍾

Really liked your last work, so here i am again

Can i request brothers reaction on MC who cry over small things?

Like they see little kitten on the street and - WHOOP! - they're bubbling sobbing mess

I'm kinda can't cry (sounds dramatic lol) and wanna MC to feel it instead of me 😬

Love your works, keep going bestie💐🏃‍♂️

HI WEE EMO <3 please ignore the fact you sent me this on april 27th and its now june i had gcses to prepare for 😔✊

anyway, who let you into my house 😧🤨

no seriously i've cried at multiple south park episodes. south park. sometimes i wanna cry when i see my dog i cannot be trusted i tear up so easily especially when im writing🙁

for not being able to cry that is not very good for you fr:

i used to not be able to cry + still only really tear up, some tears drip down and let out like 2 sobbing sounds before im good again, i dont even have to try and stop crying, two sobs and im done, but my biggest tip is, get tired like really sleepy to the point where your eyes water bc of tiredness then watch something really sad.

i ha to literally train myself to be able to cry again bro dw, i wish i could have a big long cry but like 3 mins of crying is better than none, trust me wee emo you'll feel better

#dontbottleupyouremotions

ANYWAY:

this was very hard to imagine their reactions to idk why, but i tried so 😔✊

grma wee emo for requesting <3 and grma everyone else for reading <3

Obey Me Brothers With a Sensitive MC <3

It was safe to say you were sensitive, back when Melanie Martinez's music was a lot better, you really could say that the song 'Crybaby' pretty much encapsulated your entire being, it still did, but you liked to think you were more mature in your music taste now. (You weren't)

Being suddenly catapulted into the Devildom did a number on your emotions, and you found yourself quite numb. But as you adjusted, and bonded with the others, you found that you were back to your usual self, which was a crybaby.

So then how do the brothers react?

LUCIFER

Great. Two Mammons.

At least Mammon No.2 (you) isnt a tsundere about it.

Lucifer does not like seeing you cry. Even if its because something is cute, (although he does find it quite adorable, not that he'd admit it)

This demon is of the opinion that tears should never disgrace your beautiful eyes.

He will invite you to listen to his records with him and purposely put on sad ones or really sweet ones so you grip onto him while you tear up,

He is a demon, after all. ;)

MAMMON

Finally. Someone who cries more than him!

It actually makes him feel safer around you, like you wont bully him for being more sensitive than his brothers.

Actually ends up dropping a lot of his tsundere act around you.

You watch movies together, but always have to check the Devildom version of 'doesthedogdie.com'

Idk, I feel like Mammon would give you a bit of bother for it at first but then slowly start to like, open up more, because he really does see himself in you like that.

LEVIATHAN

He blanks.

One day you start crying because of how cute the anime you both were watching was, Levi thought you were geniunely upset, so he tried to cheer you up.

You end up thinking that its really sweet and start crying harder.

Leviathan PANICKS.

Even now, he still gets really nervous when you start crying, and has popped into his demon form more times than he can count when you grab onto him and sniffle.

Please he's already so awkward he can't handle how cute you are.

You might make him start crying as well :(

SATAN

Satan 100% gets so angry he starts crying so he can kind of understand it.

He's just glad you cry over positive things :)

His favourite moment was definetly when you teared up over a small kitten. (He took several photos and also took the kitten home)

Like Lucifer he 100% invites you to read with him and picks the fluffiest most adorable romance he can find, or the saddest most heartbreaking romance he can find.

He likes when you cling onto him and look up at him with those big teary eyes.

He's a demon. What did you expect, ;)

ASMODEUS

He thinks you're adorable.

Any emotion on your face is adorable to him actually. <3

If you wear makeup he makes sure to get you waterproof mascara and other eye makeup so your beautiful tears dont ruin your beautiful makeup <3

If any of you remember that crying girl makeup trend? Yeah he deffo starts that up in the Devildom (a) to make you feel less embarrassed about it and (b) because he thinks youre so beautiful when you express yourself.

BEELZEBUB

He doesn't cry a lot, it's not exactly something that comes naturally to him at all.

Its not that he CANT cry or that he holds his tears back, its just that he doesn't normally process or reaction to things with tears.

Only in serious serious situations will he cry.

So when he sees you crying over one of those little onigiri things that are literally adorable, he thinks that you've somehow hurt yourself. (i nabbed this off of pinterest)

Beel panics, and mentally goes over the ingredients in his head, did he order something with an ingredient that was dangerous to humans?

He calms down when he realises that you're crying because it looks cute.

He feels you with that.

Makes an effort to take you to more places with food items displayed in cute ways.

Though you do have to look away while Beel cuts them up for you, otherwise you wouldnt be able to eat it.

BELPHEGOR

He laughs at you.

Point blank.

Originally when he's in the attic he uses your sensitivity as a way to manipulate you.

But post lesson 16, he really starts to appreciate it more.

This bastard will use his powers as the youngest sibling against you, he'll dress up in cute onesies and give you puppy eyes, all to coax you into taking naps with him.

Which you do.

I have no idea how half of these fuckheads would react tbh

[octoberautumnbox]

Thought about My number one IZ*ONE? 😍

underappreciated hottie! I wish she got more lines during IZ*ONE, but I'm also very glad she's doing much better for herself now :DDDD I particularly like how well she dances, talk abt hidden gems!

~~~

"I'm just curious, that's all."

"You already know what I think about you, Hyewon." Suddenly your burger looks like the most interesting thing in the world right now, and all your attention is poured onto it.

"Right. I can never beat Yuri. Thanks." She slumps back into her seat and sips on her Sprite defeatedly. The paper cup is slammed onto the table and the cubes of ice inside clink gleefully against each other.

"Don't be like that. It's different, you already know this."

"I just miss when I was your favorite. I'm not allowed to miss that anymore?" Her attention flies off to the registers again, as if calculating how much the next customer's total will be plus tax and tip.

She's right, though. You fell for her first, way back when you didn't even know what a bias was. Kang Hyewon caught your eye out of all of them, and with just a couple lines in that song she'd already been able to claim you as hers.

"Is it something you feel bad about? Me choosing someone else?" Your burger meets its plastic wrapper once again as you reach for a napkin. Wipe away the mayonnaise on the corner of her mouth, accidentally pulling her gaze towards you again.

She chuckles at the thought. "Am I supposed to say 'no?' Am I supposed to tell you 'Oh, I'm fine if you choose anyone else over me. It's not a big deal for me to let you shower someone else with the love I earned for myself six fucking years ago,' like some sort of pushover who can't fight for who she wants?" She pulls your hand off her cheek and looks down at her food tray. Three more chicken nuggets remain, as well half of a large order of fries. She takes one of the nuggets and tears it in half, eating one and throwing the other back onto the tray a bit too hard.

Silence surrounds the table and the air thins between you two. On one hand, you do feel bad about how things turned out, but on the other hand, you can't deny your heart belongs to Yuri now.

She sighs deeply at the situation, knowing she's getting herself upset over nothing. "Why not write smut about me? I'm at least worthy of that," she bargains. You note how odd it is that she's talking he way she does, as if she isn't holding any cards against you when you know she does.

"I'm... busy." Wonder how you manage to keep finding the worst things to say. Sure, tell her Yuri deserves four more fics and counting than she does. Show her how little she means to you. Shove it in her face how much you don't miss her.

"... Yeah. I guess that's fair." She takes a French fry into her mouth and keeps it between her teeth, not chewing nor attempting any more eye contact with you.

"Right. Sorry."

a/n: eme

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

Okay, I’m like halfway through and it’s been such an anxious read so far - like I’m so scared of what will happen (to Xaden and to XadenandViolet primarily). I think I blame Rebecca and the marketing of this book for all the anxiety I’m feeling 🙈 To prepare myself: can you say if the ending is completely devastating or if there’s at least just a teeny tiny little bit of hope there at the end? 😮‍💨😢

First of all, MOOD. Second of all, it’s complicated. I’m gonna put the answer below the cut even though I did my best not to spoil anything, just in case:

There are aspects of it that are really upsetting, but Riorgail are not broken up romantically (which was haunting me). I think if you think about it after you finish, it will become hopeful. It’s a situation where the characters have a plan that we’re not in on. I will say, it’s a harder cliffhanger for me to swallow than Iron Flame for sure. But! The nature of the series is that it WILL have a happy ending because it’s a romantasy. That’s the genre. Just gotta get through 2 more books first. That’s my best attempt at answering your question without spoilers. If you need extra motivation to push through, Xaden has some incredible lines in the back half of the book, and they have such clear love for each other. If you WANT me to spoil it you can dm me and/ or send another ask, and I will ❤️

Also, yes. The marketing and the hype made it way worse for me as well. You are absolutely not alone. I keep reminding myself that these characters are OURS. I can visit them in my head whenever I want to. I can write with them, and I can read with them. But it’s hard. The book is written to make you feel that intense anxiety, imo, but it is a romance at its core, and it’s all going to be okay by the end of book 5.

[danikamariewrites]

Nice to Meet You (part 2)

Helion x reader

A/n: someone in the comments of pt 1 suggested pt 2 and I couldn’t stop thinking about it

Warnings: none

Standing against the wall of the school auditorium you pick at the skirt of your dress. The children were buzzing with excitement as were a few other teachers and staff members. The High Lord himself was visiting today. You were told he does this at the start of each school year. It’s to, ‘inspire the children to work hard’ one of the older teachers had told you.

You were nervous. You never met the High Lord of Spring in all the time that you lived there. Tamlin had a complicated relationship with his people, even before Feyre. At times you could still feel the ghost of the ornate owl mask you had been stuck in for 50 years.

Your fingers brushed your cheek, lost in your memories of the thing that hid you for decades. It had been agonizing. That’s why you wanted to be so open to people now. You were happy to no longer be stifled by the mask.

Clapping brought you out of your thoughts. You joined in to make it look like you had been paying attention. As High Lord Helion walked out to address the school your jaw dropped. It was the male you met at the confectionery shop over a week ago.

One of the teachers around your age, Marceline, elbowed you after noticing your expression. “He’s gorgeous isn’t he?” She said with a bright smile. He is, but that’s not why you were shocked. You decided to keep the fact that you met him earlier to yourself. It was clear Helion was desirable and you didn’t want to make anyone jealous. Or make yourself a target.

As Helion gave his speech you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He was so kind and genuine in the shop. You had no idea he was the High Lord. And you can’t lie you were very attracted to him and had hoped you’d see him again.

Helion’s eyes met yours as he was giving his closing remarks. He paused for a moment and you gave him a light smile, standing a bit straighter. He finished and the room erupted in cheers again. Helion gave a wave, walking off to meet with the headmaster.

You wrangled your class, all still excited from seeing their High Lord visit. One little boy pulled at your skirt, looking down he asks, “Ms. Y/n, do you think Lord Helion will visit our class?” His big eyes hopeful. “Maybe Noah.”

After getting them back to the classroom and feeding them snack, it was time for their outdoor time. After they left you sat down at your desk to make sure you had everything prepared for the children’s afternoon lesson.

A soft knock on the open door had your head snapping toward the mystery guest. You froze as you saw Helion smirking at you. Remembering his title you quickly stand and curtesy, “High Lord, its an honor.”

Helion strides over to you, lightly holding your hand, “Please, y/n, just Helion is fine.” He chuckles. You blush and bite your lip. “Sorry. I’m a little flustered. I had no idea that you were High Lord when I met you.” He chuckles again. You loved that sound, it was light and carefree.

Mother above, you do have a crush on him. You hadn’t been able to get him off your mind since you met. And you couldn’t deny that he was very attractive.

“Not many do.” You crane your neck to look at him. He still had that glow about him, making his golden eyes even more exquisite. You realize he’s still holding your hand. Looking down you notice it’s you still holding on tightly. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You drop his hand. Helion’s face falls slightly, upset at the loss of contact.

“It’s alright.” A short, awkward silence falls between you. He breaks it quickly, “how are you settling in?”

“Great, everyone has been so nice and the school is wonderful. You were actually the first person outside of school that I introduced myself to.” His smile comes back at that. “Really?” You nod excitedly.

You swear you saw a blush creep on Helion’s cheeks. It was cute, his shy demeanor was surprising. He seemed like he was always confident.

Helion clears his throat, “I have to get going, but I would love to take you out to dinner. You haven’t escaped my mind since I laid eyes on you, so please allow me the honor of taking you on a date?”

You felt your eyes widen and your face heat. Your heart felt like it was going to break through your chest at any moment. “I would love that.” You said, as calmly as you could manage. You both breathed out a sigh of relief.

The bell rang, signaling the children would be returning in a moment. Helion started to back out of the room, his eyes still on you. “I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night.” “Ok.” “Until tomorrow night then.” Helion sketched a bow, turning on his heel and disappearing down the hall.

You were absolutely giddy with excitement. It looks like you’re move was just the thing you needed.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[zaidthefeederist]

Giving in to gluttony : A fit to fat story (part 1)

We were both at the gym after work just like most days. This is where we first met. I saw you on the squat rack and was enamored by your beauty (and the perfect ass you had definitely helped). I approached you and we went on a date and had been dating since then. Though we both were fitness freaks (i still am) there's a part of me i haven't told you about. A part of me that would rather have you tied up in my bed sporting a fat belly so big it hangs to your knees. I've kept it in check for as long as i can, you had only gained 10 pounds in our 4 months together and a lot of that has been muscle definition since we started working out. Today however, it all changes. One faithful injury changes everything.

"This….freaking….sucks" I say grumpy as I sit next to you in the car. We just came back from the first aid room. I look at my leg and shake my head "no lifting, no cardio…and no rock climbing for 6 months?!" I cross my arms and sigh "That also means I really have to watch what I eat…else I end up like one of those fat girls at the gym" The other day we had been making jokes about a chubby girl that was struggling to do basic cardio

"god i know baby, its not fair at all. Not having you at the gym is going to make me lose all my motivation, not to mention who else will i make fun of the fatties with" i look to you after we both laugh to ourselves.."dont worry though babe. ill take good care of you, You know i've been making myself a better and better cook. Ill make sure your diet goes exactly according to plan.." i say as i keep my hand on your toned thigh, giving it a rub and feeling ecstatic and the though of having a home bound girlfriend for 6 whole months.

**2 weeks later**

"im so bored" I sigh before taking another cookie that you made me. "Im usually at the gym right now" Another cookie goes into my stomach. I dont seem to notice the little bit of pudge that was pressing on to my waistband when I sat down like this. You had noticed that I did a lot of "boredom eating"…and recently…I had also started snacking when I was stressed or feeling a little down.

"Im done babe!" i yell, having baked another batch of cookies. The last 2 weeks have been heavenly. Turns out when liz is left to her own devices with nothing else to do, she becomes rather peckish. Its nothing insane yet but she'll never say no to a little treat every now and then. With the absence of the gym and with me making sure to always make every meal of hers just a bit more heavy, she's managed to maintain her weight at 140 pounds albeit with a major bonus. If before she was toned and slightly muscular, now shes lost her definition and is even developing a little pudge. I see her belly pressing against her waistband as she snacks on one of the cookies i made her and see it press further and further against the band as she makes the tray of cookies magically disappear.

You always made sure to take the plates away or split it in multiple portions, so I had no idea how much I was actually eating in a day. after finishing the third tray of cookies that day you see I am rubbing my belly…I was getting full and I hadn't even eaten a meal! "My tummy is a bit upset" I say as I rub it. "better drink something" I grab the glass of soda that you had brought me. I drink all of it in one go. "I can't believe this is actually sugar free" I say surprised "it tastes like one of those cheap soda's that is super b-BRUUAUUAUAAAAAAAAAP-ad " I look wide eyed and cover my mouth with a blush "s-sorry!"

"Haha that was pretty cool!" i say immediately so as to not make you think i dislike it. I cant let you know that youve given me a hard on with that deep nasty belch, at least not yet. "I don't mind babe" i say as i nuzzle in right next to you on the bed. "in fact if anything it lets me know you really enjoyed whatever i made for you so no need to apologize." i say as i keep my hand on your bloated stuffed belly, giving it a good rub. "I guess you reallly loved those cookies huh, hehe"

"I-I do" I say blushing as you rub my belly…it felt good, but it also made me a bit aware of the fact that I was softer now. "I mean…its just not very lady like to burp like that right?" I smile as you roll your eyes at me "BRUUAAAAP…ooohhff but it does make my tummy feel better"

I moan to myself making sure you don't hear me. "I'm glad you like them" i reply, both to your answer and to that big burp you let out. We spend a few more minutes like this with me rubbing your rounded gut, making you get used to the feeling, making you love my hands on your tummy, making you know i like those un-lady like burps. Im slowly easing your mind into its new state. The state of pure gluttony. Before i get up from bed i decide to try one more thing, i grab your belly and give it a hard pinch and lean up next to your ear "You were a good girl today, keep eating like this and soon you'll be like those fatties at the gym". I whispered it and said it in a teasing tone, but i could tell by your breathing…it did its job. My eyes go wide and my face goes dark red. Did he really just say that?…Is he making a joke?…why do I like him teasing and humiliating me?! I look down and my heart beats even faster, judging by the bulge in your pants…you really liked seeing me like this. "w-what?….a-are you trying to make me fat?" I ask in a soft voice. You just smile, gently kiss my belly before squeezing it again and leave with the empty plates…Am I really going to get fat?

[suffarustuffaru]

The fanbase is scaring me, the redesigns brought up some weird people that are REALLY passionate about Liliana being half naked

Like theres a whole war going on on twitter rn and the poor character designer got harassed

My problem is with the amount of people upset with this, like i knew we had a bunch of pedos around because of the way tappei writes the girls, but damn i didnt think there were this many of them 💀

yes ive heard about that....... im answering your ask late oops haah but i hope the situations a Bit better..... the toxic parts of this fandom give me a headache but my usual motto is to stay off twitter, touch grass, ignore people, and then hold onto my own viewpoints unless proven wrong alsjdflsdj but like. yeah this fandom is a bit tough to stay in when it comes to certain circles (for example the amount of people low quality shitposting / ranting about the fandom or whatever on rezero ao3 atm in the past days/weeks is. mm. interesting). not my first time being in larger fandoms that make you sometimes feel like youre fighting in the trenches (you could name off a few big fandoms notorious for being toxic that date back to like 2016 and odds are ive been in a couple lajdlf) but yeah seeing people complain about liliana and capella's designs and then overly fixate on emilia's boobs when these three characters have more to bring to the table than just that and theres lots and lots of good things to say about the s3 trailer and their designs..... mm. yeah. im squinting hard at a few of the things ive heard on that. but anyway!!

like the new designs are an Improvement. In General. like ok, as a boob haver myself ("boob haver" is the funniest phrase to me alsdjfls but it is true nonetheless, i am one) i do not give a shit about emilias larger boobs like ok?? her boobs are bigger?? she is still my fav ever and sometimes it just happens when youre still a growing teen/young adult and emilias back to her more revealing main outfit when she wore a different outfit in s2 so the difference in chest size is really not that much. but liliana and capella? those are Improved designs. i think ive talked abt the treatment of underage characters / characters who appear underage on my blog before (and i definitely couldve worded myself better then but i stand behind the fact that some of the stuff otsuka and tappei do regarding this in rezero is just Unnecessary).

could designs like emilia's still be improved on in other ways? yeah 100%, just in the sense that there could probably be changed a bit to fit her slightly more timid and soft spoken personality. or you could take different directions on it in general if you wanted. ive seen some great redesigns of her main outfit!! though her main outfit in of itself is pretty nice to look at imo and its iconic and well-known for a reason. im of the personal opinion that i wish it was a little less revealing in the same vein that her s2 main outfit was (i like that outfit a lot!!) but its still a really solid design overall.

i had some faith after seeing the anime designers fix up typhoon's original design to be More Appropriate, and i love how the essence of liliana and capella's designs were kept the same. like its not just that theyre a little less revealing (and even then, theyre both still showing a lot of skin!!! which is good!!! i like the improvement while keeping the main stuff the same), but stuff like liliana's pants aren't transparent (probably to make it easier to animate?) and the yellow/orange gradient in capella's hair looks great!! they also both look more like grown women which is a bonus. unless youre Weird about this shit which is unfortunately a small percentage of the rezero community. like you cant win with those sort of people ig, bc capella's boobs are bigger too ljasdlfj youd think that win more people over.

also i appreciate capella's sports bra bc unlike elsa's outfit it Actually looks like it's supporting her chest. if youre someone with boobs and you dont have a flat chest, youre gonna need support when being active or itll Hurt. and elsa Does Not have proper chest support okay. ill forever wince remembering elsa's design in that sense HAH....

anyway but i digress. i got no clue what to do with toxic people in fandoms despite spending a lot of time lurking in large fandoms with loud toxic people haah.... its hard to do much about it especially with increasingly declining media literacy rates everywhere.... the notorious misogyny/homophobia/etc that can happen sometimes in anime communities.... that sort of thing. i kinda just avoid it when it comes to rezero in specific, or briefly talk about it on here, or rant about it to myself in my head or chat with pals about it in private if it really frustrates me that much!! and id say im a pretty patient person hah... im not frustrated often. and the fandom is not all weird people of course and i can attest to that as ive chatted with a lot of people here... ive also seen a lot of people leave due to the fandom's Issues which is. totally fair tbh.

and i think rezero is often a "baby's first fandom" so to speak... i dont mean that in a bad way of course but its more like its the first exposure to fandom and fandom etiquette and fic etiquette and that sort of thing when it comes to english circles. or at least its a pattern ive noticed, so my theory is that that occasionally that combines with toxic fans and then you get a few people complaining about the community and how bad our fics are on rezero ao3 ig lajdlfjsdlf. which is false by the way :<< and an annoying misuse of ao3 as a free creative archive :<<

but ultimately i hope the rezero character designer's alright (and honestly theyve done super super great work - like the anime Did Not need to give emilia a bajillion outfits and go above and beyond with improving liliana, capella, giving the suwens and their hometown a whole unique aesthetic, etc). and also while i have stuff to criticize with otsuka and tappei... and the toxic parts of the fandom hah... i still enjoy rezero apart from that and the uproar with the designs has not chipped away at me too much!! ive been in this fandom long enough i guess lmao i just roll with punches at this point T^T but i also just try to look on the bright side a lot in general so ;-;;;

these are the sorts of things i like to be aware about but i dont like to get myself super involved with it (since itll probably make it worse and/or make me stressed for no good reason lmfaoo) and i wont let it enjoy the parts of rezero that i do enjoy a lot (which is to say like. the other 98% of rezero hah). so. getting off twitter is the biggest godsend i promise lajdlsfj.

but anyway!! yeah i dont have much organized thoughts on all of this, this is just me rambling my feelings on it. hope this all makes sense anon <3

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Kristen Applebees S3 Playlist: Side A

Here's Part 1 of Kristen's Junior Year Playlist, I am obsessed with it so far and will probably continue to be. Descriptions and key lyrics below. Spoilers for Episodes 1-10

Genres include: Pop-Punk, Alternative, Punk, Folk

1. Lavender Bones, Stand Atlantic

I know I'm out of my depth, but I just float in it I try to do my best, stop picking fights with it I wanna be upset, you're not alright with it I can cover it up, I can cover it Try to speak my mind, wish it was by design But I can only confess to having doubts with it Don't wanna feel regret, I'm not alright with it I can cover it up, I can cover it

So this is a perfect background music for the start of a movie about Kristen's life right now and I LOVE finding those songs. It's perfect on so many layers, it talks about feeling trapped, wanting to fix empty habits, and not to mention how "lavender bones" really hits home to my queer little heart. This entire playlist is really a game of guessing when the "you" in songs chosen mean Tracker and when they mean Cassandra, level: impossible

2. Starchild, Sweet Pill

What do you want from me? I am not a charity Work hard at everything Do it all for free What do you want from me? I am not a guarantee Go all or nothing Lose your money ... Set up to win Wind up disappointing everyone In the end I am disappointing mostly myself In the end Hang your Head

I AM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS SONG Guys its like it was written for this very specific situation. AND THE TITLE???? FOR A CLERIC OF THE GODDESS OF MYSTERY, DOUBT, THE NIGHT, AND STARS???????

anyways just please please listen to it its so great like even without the connection to Kristen, go support Sweet Pill they have a new album being released tomorrow (March 15th)

3. Uneeda, Deady

What about the bones The bones have no problem Turn them into ash And this never happened Your ashes big asses Your brains on the pavement Oh no! I can feel myself rot Unless I take your hand

Ok so this is kind of a genre outlier on the playlist since it is very very alt punk but for me it represents the rage at the mall, Kristen's relationship to Cassandra, and both of their respective reactions to what happened. It's very chaotic, but it was a very chaotic situation and I stand by it plus I love adding modern bands to things

4. Bite the Hand, boygenius

I can't hear you You're too far away I can't see you The light is in my face I can't touch you I wouldn't if I could I can't love you how you want me to I can't love you how you want me to

Yeah, sorry had to whip out the queer break-up big guns. I don't feel sorry I feel right.

5. Untitled God Song, Haley Heynderickx

When you're drunk near a sunset, look straight in her eyes She's a quick glimpse of heaven, forgetting her headlights are on When you misread her fortune, don't misread the joke She's the note on your lampshade, the honeycomb holdin' you And she spins me around like a marionette Oh, my web is still spinnin' My web is still spinnin', you can't see it yet

Immediately going from having total contact with a divinity figure to having to grasp for straws once again to a memory you hold onto, literally holding onto the shards of your faith. Having to both embrace doubt and faith at the same time. Girlies, I'm ruined

6. C'est Comme Ça, Paramore

In a single year I've aged one hundred My social life a chiropractic appointment Sit still long enough to listen to yourself Or maybe just long enough for you to atrophy to hell ... I know that regression is rarely rewarded I still need a certain degree of disorder I hate to admit, getting better is boring But the high cost of chaos Who can afford it?

I love Kristen, and I think her arc this season is extremely relatable; currently, 90% of what she does are bits, and I KNOW it's a coping mechanism, but STILL, WHY ARE YOU SO MESSY. I love you; keep being 17, but god, keep your clothes on and stop going to the steel plants girlie you're gonna give Riz a heart attack

[rotfront-cunt]

Key Quest Update

Ok it has been awhile since I wrote down what has been happening with my key quest. As I state later in this post I'm giving myself a second strike

I have done both not much and quite a lot but the important thing is.. I finally have a lead. Before I get to that lead and my speculation on it, as always please no spoilers for getting these keys its been very fun to try and do this with as little help as possible and accidently spoiling myself a little for the second key was quite upsetting, i need a hint i will ask for one! Speaking of such, I've been talking with a friend about this quest and she wanted to help keep me from running around in circles so she gave me a hint: "the activity that will lead you to the keys is a hobby that Ariane may have had growing up" So I stumbled with this for a bit but then I decided to replay the final boss so I could reread the documents in the penrose after that, and I remembered this. (sorry for the terrible image)

So i decided to focus on the radio stations. My progress has been slow BUT I feel like I'm actually making progress for once. It took me a few afternoons but I was able to transcribe one of the audible radio stations that aren't transmitting the safe codes.

Here is what ive got for station 128.4 Some of the numbers I am unsure of and theres a reason for that (see next post). The other three stations remain un-transcribed as they are simply hard to hear. (This also makes me think they may not even matter, if this and one other station are the only ones that can really be understood, there may not be a reason to waste my time on them)

This brings me to my potential lead.

Two days ago I was watching someone play the game for the first time. Because she was reading everything out for chat i was reminded of this section of the mond&tochter safe manual. My current running theory is: What if this is what I have to do. To all of the safes I can open. There are 3 in my mind that you can access before making it to Rotfront, and there could even be more I'm not remembering. I'm going to decipher as many of the number stations as I can and look into the ones that could potentially fit as a safe code. Currently all the numbers read out on station 128.4 are either too short or too long. But I know that a certain ACHTUNG message reads them out in sets of 6. https://youtu.be/vq8Ny62379E?t=43 This is seemingly the source of the ACHTUNG message read out on the penrose before the crash. It is also read out on the profile screen of the game. So I'm going to transcribe it. Luckily for this one a good chunk of the numbers actually appear on screen in the game so I have less radio listening and game recording to do yay. And that is where I'm at in my key quest. The mensa key has to fit in here somewhere but im not entirely sure where. Maybe the 14 means the 14th string of numbers read out on one of the stations we'll see once I have things written down. If you've read this far you must be one of my friends lmao cause I cant imagine this is too inch resting, but thank you to both friends and followers alike!! it means a lot you'd care to hear my thoughts and speculations. Im also gonna be making a smaller post about the number readers i researched to figure this stuff out if u wanna see that.