#just straight up fibbing for fun

[vulpixhoney]

why does Rick Riordan hate the original myths so bad 💀

the Asphodel stuff?? regret? where is that coming from? you fully just made that shit up? out of his ass fr. the fields of Asphodel are specifically an area of neutrality, where the pretty much all mortals go when they die. it's for anyone who lived a normal life, who isn't a hero or a literal monster. it's specifically a neutral zone for people to exist once they die, it has nothing to do with ~your regrets in life~. it's like, a peaceful field of flowers where all your life's troubles are left behind on the surface.

the closest things to that is the fields of mourning/sorrow, but that's specifically for unrequited romantic love and also not called the fields of Asphodel (and also I'd bet money that rr doesn't know what that is) (and also only in Virgil's The Aeneid and not the Odyssey with the rest of what we know of the underworld)

[vonlipvig]

Did Patrick mention he had kids or no? I thought he did but, I could have misheard.

I think so, that's what I remember as well, but then again, he says it during sportsboard, so is it really the truth? Choose your own adventure, I guess.

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

✌🏻 That was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again… ✌🏻

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Channie’s Room is live, but you’re bored in the bedroom. Good thing he’s already looking at his phone.

✎ CW: Established relationship, sexting, nudes, vibrator use, swearing, teensy bit of dirty talk, unprotected sex

✎ Word count: 1,373

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“Everybody put your hands up, Stray Kids sing it loud loud loud…”

As usual, Fam plays at the beginning of Channie’s Room. The webcam is pointed at an empty chair, and he appears as the song comes to an end.

“안녕하세요!” Chan sings, greeting the fans watching his stream. “Helllloooooo!”

The chat is full of the usual comments and questions:

ur so hot!

what are you working on? excited for the next album 💕

marry me!

when are you coming to Brazil?

But then there’s yours:

check your texts, babe 🎡☄️🛋️🎒

It’s the odd combination of emojis you agreed to use if you wanted him to know that one anonymous fan was actually you.

He’s reading through the comments, humming between replies. The chat moves so quickly, you’re prepared to send your comment multiple times before finally catching his eye. But then his finger stops scrolling and thumbs at the bottom of the screen to close the app. Bingo.

The “delivered” under your photo changes to “read,” and you can see his expression change ever so slightly. He clears his throat and tries to keep his cool, but blood rushes to his head, spreading from his ears to his cheeks to his throat. Practically every inch of visible skin is now a deep pink.

“Uh, Stay are being so nice today, you’re making me blush,” he says kind of convincingly. But you know better.

While he set up for the stream, you freshened up and donned your new lingerie. You considered being sweet and waiting until he came back to the bedroom to surprise him, but honestly, this is way more fun.

You took a bunch of selfies: one angled down, one angled up, one straight on your tits, another right on your ass. Lots of options, but you decided on the full body shot from above — your lower lip pinched between teeth at the top of the screen, fingers pulling at the bra strap in the middle, and your long, smooth legs crossed in front of the tiniest pair of underwear at the bottom.

He’s having trouble focusing on the chat now, and who could blame him? You look amazing, and there’s just a wall and some wiring between your bodies right now. Two dozen steps, and he could be on top of you, inside of you.

Chan readjusts his body in the chair, undoubtedly making more room in his jeans for his stiffening cock. He fidgets uncomfortably and tries his best to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

Whoosh

Off goes the second image — this one focused on your chest. But the straps are pulled down and one hard nipple sits just above the edge of the bra’s cup, pinched between two fingers.

This photo goes unseen for a little longer than the first, and you’ll let him open it in his own time. He’s seemingly back in his groove on camera, reading fan-suggested pickup lines and discussing whether a tomato is actually a vegetable or a fruit. You know he won’t be able to resist forever, though.

And of course, you’re right — you know him too well. A shaky inhale from virtual Chan encourages you to check your phone, and, yep, he saw the second one. The blush is back and this time, it’s accompanied by a tiny smirk and narrowed eyes. He cheekily stares at his phone’s screen for just a second too long, prompting commenters to ask if something’s wrong.

“Oh, naur, all good here!” he reassures. “I’m gonna play some songs for you guys and I’m just picking the first one!”

Ok, liar. Fib your way through this one.

Whoosh

Photo number 3 is simple, but speaks volumes. A long, thick vibrator sits atop your bare thigh. It’s a new toy, and he’ll know that. He’ll also know you’ll use it if he takes too long, and the thought of him sitting there listening to music on a livestream while his girlfriend fucks herself in the next room over will drive him crazy.

🎒🎡 wow i’m so bored……. ☄️🛋️

Another comment to push him to check his texts. You may get some less-than-nice replies from Stay for this one, but that’s fine. This is for him, not them.

…but there’s no reaction. You’re not sure if he didn’t see it or is simply ignoring it, but he’s vibing to Le Sserafim’s Antifragile like he isn’t thinking about your tits. Too bad you don’t give up that easily.

💕 you look so good today, 🛋️🎒 차니 🎡☄️

Still nothing. Fine, you’ll just start without him.

Your slender fingers pull the lacy underwear to the side to check how wet you are. Teasing your boyfriend like this always revs you up, so you’re not shocked to discover that two fingers slide in with more than enough room to spare. Time for photo number 4.

This one crosses the line from suggestive to straight-up filthy. Half of the vibrator is visibly slick from your arousal, and the other half is buried deep inside your cunt.

Whoosh

You were so distracted with your little photoshoot that you didn’t notice he replied two minutes ago.

you’re so bad

The last photo shows up as “read” almost immediately, and you glance at your laptop to see his reaction. He’s slumped into the corner of the chair, nervously giggling at his phone. So much for keeping his cool.

He’s stopped paying attention to the chat almost entirely, but you don’t even know if he’s noticed. You tend to have that effect on him. One more text while you know he’s still looking.

get your ass in here 🫦

He bites his lip just a little too seductively for YouTube, then he’s saying his goodbyes with unmistakable urgency.

“Bye Stay!!! Big hug? Big hug!” he coos, leaning in and closing his arms around the camera.

Even the hug is shorter than usual.

“See you next time, byyeee,” he chirps, throwing up that signature peace sign with a wink before disappearing from view.

Seconds later, he’s at the door with the same eagerness you saw on screen. But this time, you can also see the outline of his huge, hard cock in his jeans, complete with a small wet spot of pre-cum where the tip pushes against the denim.

“Hey, handsome,” you hum. “Need something?”

“You know what I need, you fucking tease.”

He’s on top of you before you can blink, groping at your tits and sucking at your neck.

“That stupid thing is nothing compared to me, and you know that,” he says, pushing the shiny new sex toy off the bed.

He unzips his pants and unsheathes his cock, giving it a few solid pumps before sliding those panties he saw earlier to the side and driving himself inside you.

“Oh fuck,” Chan breathes. “God, fu-”

Your lips engulf his, ending his moaning and mumbling. His mouth is citrusy, and it’s making your tongue tingle.

There’s really no rhyme or reason for any movement or grasp. You’re going at each other just like you did when you were nothing more than horny teenagers exploring something — and someone — new. Fingers and nails drag on skin and rake through hair, and you’re not sure how much longer you can last.

“Channie, I’m gonna…” you moan, breaking the sloppy kiss. “Are you…”

“Yeah, baby,” he pants. “Come.”

Manicured nails dig into his shoulder blades and you finish with force, crying out his name over and over. God, you hope he actually ended the livestream.

Then he’s coming too, emptying his balls deep inside you. His thrusts weaken, but the small movements are still enough to push some liquid down your legs and onto the comforter. Something to worry about later.

He collapses on top of you, lacking the strength and will to even pull out. His deep breaths tickle your neck, and you’re still seeing stars on the ceiling. Warm, wet fingers caress your damp collarbones, then he speaks.

“Baby, that was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again. I will fucking block you.”

“Agreed, and deal. I’ll only do it when you’re live on TikTok.”

He can’t tell if you’re serious, and if he’s bothered by the idea, he doesn’t show it. As he said, it was hot. And he was 100% right.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

What do you think Katniss and Peeta’s unexpected turn ons are? Like a small innocent thing about the other that drives them wild just because they really love them so much? And makes the other one go “really? 😉”

This was way too much fun to answer and got out of hand. I could probably think up a thousand more of these if I had the time.

<3 kdnfb

Canonically, Peeta cannot lie to Katniss and look her in the eyes. When she figures out that he still can’t post-mj, she uses it to her advantage. She can always tell when he’s trying to fib his way out of accidentally revealing an innocuous secret or a surprise he’s planning, like what he’s getting her for her birthday. And it drives her a little insane. Like “either look me in the eyes when you try to lie to me or take me to bed right now, since you won’t give me my present right now.”

Katniss is a consummate caretaker, to an almost annoying degree. Fortunately for her, she husbanded someone with a caretaker kink. That boy was dying of blood poisoning, raging with fever in a deathmatch arena, and he was still laying down the lines and making her laugh. Every time she fusses over him or bosses him around when he’s got a minor injury or just a little sniffling cold, that man is in full on flirt mode and dragging her into bed with him. “I’ve got a surefire way you can make me feel better.” “If we have sex, will you stop whining and get up so I can wash the sheets afterwards?” she sighs in exasperation as she’s stripping off her clothes and crawling under the covers with him.

Meanwhile, Katniss goes feral whenever Peeta gets a little protective of her. Some whackadoo from the Capitol comes out to Twelve to check on the progress of the new medicine factory and brings a limousine with him on the train, but the roads in Twelve are not made for cars like that and the idiot almost runs people over. So of course, Peeta wraps his arm around his wife and bodily lifts her out of the path. One second she’s walking through town, reciting her shopping list, the next she’s pressed up against a storefront with Peeta’s body caging her in and some idiot driver is careening past, honking his horn. And if you think Katniss doesn’t almost climb him right there and he has to toss her over his shoulder to drag her home before she tears his clothes off, I cannot help you.

Both of them become unhinged morons whenever the other one is a complete mess. 

By this I mean Katniss comes in from tending the garden, her shirt all sweaty and clinging to her. Her hair’s a mess and she’s got a little sunburn on her nose and cheeks and Peeta’s already naked, demanding she take him on the spot. 

Similar response when she comes home a little disheveled from a hunt. “At least let me put the meat in the freezer first, Peeta.” Nope. She gets railed up against said freezer and can’t keep a straight face when they have to invite Haymitch over to eat all this meat because they had to cook it immediately after or it would’ve gone bad.

Peeta starts coming home from the bakery deliberately a little messy. Flour in his hair, sugar stuck to his neck. A random smear of frosting on his arm. Why? Because Katniss starts squirming the instant she sees him and honestly, he really likes it when she mounts him in the hallway because she couldn’t make it the five extra feet to the bedroom.

He’s lost count of how many times they’ve had sex because he didn’t get all the paint washed off his hands before a meal or before bed. And he almost never notices the smear of paint or pencil dust that winds up on his left temple because he brushed back his hair at some point while he was painting/drawing and why is that so hot? She has no clue, all she knows is that she wants to bathe in him. Usually, she manages to wait a little while for that one, mainly because she wants to see what he was painting before she jumps him. What he was painting often dictates the flavor of their sex.

He doesn’t paint the Games as much, after the first time she tells him ��Real,” but when he does, the sex is tender and usually happens in the art studio itself, on a paint splattered sofa or on the floor, rolling around on his floor tarps so that both of them are smeared with paint afterwards.

If he’s painting her or other people that they love, they’ll make it up to the bedroom before clothes start flying, laughing and teasing each other the entire way. Katniss will be laughing so hard she snorts while she’s moaning and coming at the same time. Peeta lives to make her snort laughing while she’s coming, btw. Huge turn on, switch flipped to feral mode as soon as she's done coming, and Katniss feels like she won’t be able to walk straight for a day after he finishes inside her.

He uses her as a canvas? Well eventually he's gonna wind up covered in paint too. They go until the paint starts to dry and by then, they're sleepy and content and can barely move anymore.

Painting landscapes and nature scenes? Absolutely feral pig sex where the neighbors worry about them and ask each other if they should… knock? Make sure everyone is still alive in there? Katniss really can’t walk straight for a day after that, but she’s not complaining. Instead she’s demanding her husband carry her around, because he did that to her, after all.

Sadly for Katniss, Peeta carrying her around is something she absolutely loves for the tenderness and silliness of it, but also at times it turns her into a raving madwoman "take me to bed and throw me on it then fuck me this instant before I pull out all my hair, husband!"

And ho buddy, when the two of them come home all sweaty and gross from rebuilding the district? Round one on the floor in the entryway. Round two with skin squealing on shower walls and borderline screaming moans echoing off the bathroom walls. Hair pulling, biting, clawing sex. Let me inside your skin, ten minutes later we’re still actively sweating well damn it that shower was fucking pointless in terms of getting clean sex.

Katniss eats her pie backwards, crust first and Peeta doesn’t know why, but for some reason, he thinks it’s adorable and needs to have her instantly. Haymitch wonders why he no longer gets pie on nights when he eats dinner with them. There’s always dessert… but no pie. So Peeta starts baking Haymitch his own pies and dropping them off, because he’s not giving up his absolute need to toss Katniss on the table and eat her out like he’s a dying man whenever she eats her pie like that.

Peeta looks like he’s solving all of the world’s problems when he’s brushing his teeth. So serious. Sometimes, Katniss will throw small objects at his prosthetic until he notices and giggles when he does, looking at her like she’s an annoying brat. Sometimes, she sneaks up behind him and makes faces at him over his shoulder until he laughs and spits out the toothpaste. Other times, her hands on him are incredibly naughty and the next thing he knows, he looks like a rabid animal in the mirror while he’s bent over the sink, holding on for dear life with her hands on his dick, unraveling him one caress and stroke at a time. But whatever she does, it ends with their sheets an absolute wreck and both of them naked and sweaty and staring at the ceiling going “Wow. So that… happened…”

Katniss bites her nails when she’s nervous and Peeta fixes it by snatching her hand and kissing her from her fingertips up her arms to her neck… where he blows a raspberry until she’s laughing. Do smutty things happen after that? Depends on the setting.

Peeta still flirts with her. Like blatantly, let's see how red I can get my wife’s face flirting with her over the bakery counter or in the town square, in front of literally everyone’s salad. And Katniss just melts like a loon but is secretly plotting how to get him naked asap. She’s not against throwing him against the nearest tree if only there weren’t so many people in the district. Oh but she’s absolutely savaged him against several trees in the woods because he was flirting.

Peeta whistles when he’s working in the bakery. Katniss thinks it’s adorable and sexy as hell. She sings in the shower and Peeta never misses the show, sitting on the toilet or just standing against the sink just to hear her sing. It’s the only time he manages to move silently.

Katniss cannot keep her hands out of Peeta’s hair. Girl is obsessed. And Peeta finds it at turns, adorable, adorably annoying, a mild turn on, or holy hell hot. Like “pull my hair again when I make you come” hot. Conversely, she absolutely loves it when Peeta brushes and braids her hair for her. He’s trying to have a tender, loving moment, and she’s often “are you done yet because as soon as that hair tie is on, i’m gonna be all over you.”

Both of them absolutely love it when the other one laughs. It’s not always a turn on, per se, but when it is… lord have mercy they broke a whole ass bed one time because Peeta laughed at something Katniss said.

Peeta wearing loose, soft pajama pants or the like. Katniss is all hot and bothered and “i’m not that big you can definitely fit me in there with you…” Peeta looks at her like she’s lost it, but they actually do try it once or twice. Numerous pairs of pants have been ripped and sewn back together in this pursuit, and not because she couldn’t fit in there with him.

He’s long since accepted that if they’re dressing up for some occasion, he has to get dressed two hours early. To give Katniss enough time to rip it all off and have her way with him and still have time for them to shower and get dressed again so they’re not late.

Anytime Katniss wears one of his shirts, sweaters, etc, he’s pretty sure he’s going to die unless he gets his mouth or hands on her and then his cock inside her because half the time, she’s not wearing a bra or pants with them, just panties, and he just… has to have her. NOW. While said garment is still on her body. Especially a particular red sweater he was wearing the day they had sex the first time and she wore it the morning after.

She absolutely has a sunset orange nightie that nearly gets removed (or not removed) every time she wears it, but removed or not… either way, Katniss can’t feel her toes after Peeta makes her come as many times as he can whenever she wears it. 

[arcaneacolyte]

I think Mountain likes to make Epsom salt concoctions for all of his packmates, and especially ones with chronic pain.

He likes to mix and test and create on a good day, splicing flowers and plants together and seeing what effects he can create. He just loves botany and what he can get his element to give him, so it makes sense that making bath salts would be so fun for him.

Working out formulas for everyone's specific needs is so enjoyable too; be it migraines, anxiety, aches and pains, relaxation. He just thrives in the throws of *creation* and also problem solving. The fact that it will end up helping his packmates is a huge bonus too. The sparkling eyes and bright smiles he gets from them when he pulls the perfectly packaged salts from behind his back--with self made paper bags and labels to boot, Mountain doesn't do handmade gifts by halves--makes the long hours it takes to get the recipe just right for their needs worth it.

He always asks for a report back on how this batch works, and if there's anything he can do to improve it. The other Ghouls don't tell him, but he gets so cute like this, genuinely eager to provide but also improve. Really the mixes are all perfect already, but the wide forest green eyes and not-so-subtly wagging tail behind the giant is enough for them to tell a little fib and come up with something arbitrary, but will make Mountain double his efforts.

He loves his pack, he loves his element, and he dives straight back to work so that the next batch is all ready to just as soon as this one runs out.

[mjrtaurus]

Have you considered the comedy potential? Of Dragon and Robin teaming up to pull on of the biggest pranks in history?

And by that I mean they pretend to be father daughter

Cause like the theory is awesome but it’s so much funnier if the whole thing is just them lying

Dragon (known homosexual) - ah yes this is my daughter who I got from a woman I was in a sexual relationship with

Robin (known shitdisturber) - yes it is I his daughter who was produced through sexual intercourse with my female mother.

The whole thing gets way too out of hand during the two year arc and results in one very angry ex warlord kicking down Dragons door.

You’re right, this is so much funnier.

And people believe it because not only do they look similar enough to pull it off, but Robin’s weirdgirl energy and Dragon’s commit to any and all bits energy just. Click. Right into place. No gaps. Seamless.

I’m on Zou Arc right now and Robin is fucking with everyone like “my god, they’re cannibals”. Meanwhile, if he were there, Dragon- 100% running with her shit-stirring because it’s the funniest thing ever- would have gone “can they really be called cannibals since they’re Mink? Or does the term apply to all sapient humanoid species?” Cut to Usopp screaming because if the leader of the Revs (who’s there for whatever reason) is saying that, then it MUST be true!

Except everyone knows he’s bullshitting because everyone knows- including him- that Robin is bullshitting.

And it just kind of happens one day at the end of a discussion, back in her two year stay on Baltigo. Dragon’s been talking with her a lot, getting to know her, making sure she knows that she’s as welcome and accepted among the RA as she is with the Strawhats. The standard practice of “feed the stray cat so they know you’re a nice human and can be trusted”. You know the one.

Just.

A sip from the drink in her hand, like she’s already concocting more schemes.

“I hope you’ll forgive me, but some have been asking me- indirectly at least- if I’m your daughter. And I’ve been telling a few fibs here and there because of it.”

A twitch at the corner of his mouth, like he’s fighting a grin.

“Interesting… What sort of fibs, for the sake of keeping the story straight?”

Full shit-stirrer to shit-stirrer communication. Except it goes a little too well when Robin has reunited with the Strawhats for a while, and Dragon gets a very livid call from his dear and beloved nicotine addicted reptile. Accusing him of… sleeping with a woman? How rude! How unoriginal!

And that’s how Dragon learns that Robin’s been using her talents for fucking with people in a “good and friendly” manner to routinely put Crocodile through the wringer. Untraceable calls in the middle of the night that have the man feeling like he needs to be locked in a padded cell. Seastone muzzle and straitjacket optional.

The sudden shock of that revelation makes Dragon break, and then he’s cackling and wheezing like a madman until even the snail is concerned for his health.

“Wani, are you really that surprised that she would gaslight you for fun?”

“… Fair point…”

Oh, if Robin wasn’t going to get adopted into his dysfunctional garbage fire of a family before, she definitely is now.

[midnight-coll]

My name is ebony dark'ness lucifer raven way. Like gerard way, but we're not related or anything. Im glad we aren't, because he's sooo hot. I have long ebony black hair, like my name, with red streaks and I'm wearing knee high boots with a black mini skirt and sexy fishnet tights with a cut black top with cut off sleeves and my hair is in my eyes because im emo. That prep chuck or whatevr is staring at me. I put my middle finger up at him.

Im walking through a random foggy street somewhere in the midwest. There r murders here and its sooo Gothic, im a vampire but my teeth ate straight and white and nobody would ever know but ima actually a good vampire because the ones who suck SUCK. Its like if edward cullen didn't suck. Anyway i look over at the gotjic murders sadly and watch as the the sexy fbi agents ask the mother of the murder about... Vampires. When they turn around, they look at me and oh my god that's not an fib agent its DEAN WINCHESTER?

Dean walks over sadly and introduces himself as bill ward with his partner, geezer butler. I laugh sadly and tell him "too bad i know who you really are... Dean and Sam winchester" they look at me.in shock. "Im a friend of the sexy bobby singer too i know you" they both gasp mournfully. "Well if you know Bobby why don't we.meet up later and uh go out later." I smile and accept. Omg im going out with dean winchester!!¡!

Gothically time skips

When i go to my gothically shutty hotel i call bonby "oh my god dean is taking me out later" and bonby replied "i cant believe you didn't tell me you liked him earlier" "i didn't want to tell yoi bwcause you wouldnt believe me" bonby hung up the phone bc he had ither things to do.

Getting dressed i put on thigh high platform boots, a short black jean skirt, and a hoodie crop top with zipper in the middle and skull.hands on the front and the sleeves ripped down to my hands. I put on a chocker and black cross star earrings (a.n. if u dont know what.that is too bad, leave my story alone prepz xoxo) i put on black lipstick and black.eyeliner and pulled my bangs down to my eyes and shown the red streaks in my long raven hair.

Dean drives up in his shiny black 67 impala and when i get in i am happily shocked. Instead of the normal interior, he had painted the my chemical romance black parade album cover on the dash!! Maybe he is gothic after all, because when inlooked over to him he was wearing ripoed jeans, black nail polish, a chain necklace with black eyeliner on his green eyes and black boots. "Im surprised there is no Sam" i say gothicaly happy for it to be just him. He said and gloomily replied "Sam is busy being a nerd preo" i look at him confused. "Wym he is a nerd prep?? That's nor sam that's his weird gothelganger (a.n. get it?? Like doppelganger but goth?) Jared padeleski" "oh yeah, Sam is reading about werewolves and demons i forgot" i look concerned. "How could u forger about ur own brother??" He gothically says "i did a lot of cool weed before i picked you up, i brought some for you too" he stops and looks shyly under his combed forward banhs "if you would take some from me" i nod happily and.off we go.

"I hope you like good charlotte because that's.who we are seeing" i am so.happy, dean truly is emo now.

At the.concert we dance and laugh and make fun of that evil prep Hillary fucking duff. On our way back.he makes a stop ourside of the woods. "What r you doing???" I asked confused. He sighs and says "enoby, ibe known who you are for a while. Bobby told me all about you. I've lobed you for a while" i gasp "really!!!" "Really" he says gothifically. We get out and wander into the forest. He pins me against the wall. "Omg are we gonna do a sex" he laughs and smiles bwfore putting his thing in my thing and-

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!"

We stop and look up. It was.... Chuck? The weird guy? "Ur not supposed to be doing this dean! I have a headache" i look at him sadly, poor weird guy. Dean stops and says "chuck i know you wamt me but my heart belongs to enoby" chuck looks angry "no not you dean, her" i gasp. Dean looks angry "all this time i could have been with cas?" Chuck looks sad. "No the cw was too homophobic, you cant be balls deep in your angel. Not right now. You cant be balls deep in her either, she's mine" i stop. "Who even r u" i ask "i am god" i laugh at him. Dean looks at me and confirms. "Oh my god" i say deprezzedly. "No its chuck" says dean.

Suddenly Sam runs through the trees being chased by his gothelganger jared padaleski. Chuck gets angry and shoots the annoying guy. "Thank you" says same before he stops and says "chuck? stop trying to fucj my brother. When his gay love for cas reached through the veil of death and saved the day even though cas actually stayed dead.into superhell because of the evil cw it turned him gothic he's too goffic for you" chuck sighed and said "i know its not.him i want."

I stop and realize.that dean winchester and god are fighting over me. Same looks and says "wait, i hear someone else in the trees." As we all looked and waited and staired in comes... Bonby and.. Cas? But i thought cas was dead? Bonby speaks "here is the man who killed the cw sniper.. He has something to say" i look at him gothically "i am not your "cas" i am his gothelganger misha collins" i gasp. He says something about killing god and makes some metaphor about how he killed the cw sniper cw is god wharever i don't care but then.... Misha collins gave me a gun!! I wasn't.really listening to him, i was too busy thinking depressing thoughts and.i yell "im not killing dean u weirdo i lobe him!!!" Bonby looks at me and starts "you idjit" but then stops as one more person comes through the trees. It was jensen ankles!! "Jensen ankles??" Dean says "i don't want a gothelganger that.isn't goffic" Jensen replies "i will be soon, i need to reach through the veil of death for my own gay love" and he ... Shoots god??? "That's what i wanted you to do" mischa says before kissing jensen gothically depressedly i look and see dean looking jealous so i go and kiss him "im better than your gay angel anyway" and he agrees and then same and bonby are looking at each other depressedly and start clapping.

Prepz don't hate.on mah story okay??

[moodymisty]

Sorry for this 5am longpost. I just got jolted awake by a really intense nightmare and while waiting for my heartrate to chill, I had a daydream vaguely based on your tag about Sanguinius being down bad for Horus lover. I hope this doesn't get cut off by tumblr due to length.

Mortarion is my favorite right now, and of course the fungus took over. I am a sucker for a cynical bastard falling for someone who secretly has a heart of gold despite appearances.

I was thinking of Horus' lover being a princess for her foreign planet, but she's unknowingly a low level psyker or something. Somehow, someway, she can always without fail tell when a person lies. This sort of thing plagues her life terribly, everyone from the lowest servant to the most noble lord constantly lying straight to her face and she has to try and not show that she knows.

Horus is the one to conquer her planet, and a situation like Fulgrim and his wives happens where she is offered to him for marriage, as is typical on her world. She is silently a bit miserable, she is now a prop to a man's ambition(as having a wife would probably make Horus seem more human, more relatable, making him less 'other' to baseline humans and he would be very aware of that) and watching him lie to so many people's faces at big events, or even political talks, is just soul-crushing to her.

At some big Terran event different primarchs are taking turns meeting Horus' new wife, and telling plenty of fibs about how excited they are to meet her, how lovely she looks, so on. And then she meets Mortarion.

I am new to the books so far, but Mortarion seems so blunt. Like he doesn't waste the effort to lie. And I feel like that may be one of the (many) things that made him difficult to get along with, even for his brothers.

I am autistic, not entirely high functioning, and lying is difficult to me. I can't do it well at all. So I don't bother. And boy do I know that people hate when you're truthful with them. So maybe I am projecting onto him lol.

So Mortarion bluntly says some rude but truthful comment to her, like "This is a waste of time." the room gets quiet, and instead of being angry she SMILES. She thinks it is genuinely impressive he just said exactly what was on his mind despite the expectations placed on him. And in front of such a crowd, too.

At some point, a serving person does an oopsie and drops a drink, some of it getting on her, and Mortarion is just stanking it up in the corner waiting to see her berate the poor soul. Typical entitled nobility.

But she gently reassures them, and even goes so far as to help them wipe up the little mess. He's surprised, but his cynical side wins out and he just files it away as her pretending to be kind.

In the future, at another event she is sitting alone and brooding in the gardens a bit tipsy from wine. Morty has the same idea to escape the banquet and notices her. They have a heart-to-heart about how fake their lives feel, having to put on little shows and shows of force for social gatherings and parades. How the upper classes are all snakes lying to each other, and ruining the lives of regular people in their little games.

After seeing she isn't just a spoiled little girl with her head in the clouds putting on airs, that she laments the suffering of the "lower" classes, maybe he starts catching feelings.

This is as far as I got lol. My brain skipped ahead to Mortarion being uncharacteristically deferential with her at some other big gathering, like getting down on one knee to gently take her hand and greet her and his brothers all being flabbergasted. The drama would be hilarious. It'd be like an extra middle finger to Horus especially. Fulgrim would have a field day.

The extra angst of Morty finding out she is a low level psyker would also be interesting! He'd be struggling to reconcile the monstrous image he has of psykers with the gentle nature of his lover.

ANYWAY I got strangely inspired!! I've never written anything just for fun before, so I know I wouldn't be good at it, but maybe I'll try? It's like I've got this thing in my brain screeching at me to at least attempt it lol.

(By the way, I hope the crazy weather yesterday missed you! That shit was scary.)

This is fantastic, I fucking love this. I've been wanting to write more for Mortarion but I struggle to find a good idea sometimes, this is really really good. I also think that Morty wouldn't have the energy or care to lie, and that seeing someone who doesn't flaunt their stature, and even treats him kindly would make him catch feelings.

I've already gone so off the rails doing random writings that I held myself back from doing this one, but once i get a few more requests done I hope you don't mind if I come back and write this. Unless you wish to keep it only to yourself ;3

the worst of the weather missed me, but it was still pretty intense, the wind was like 60mph. i hope you were safe as well!

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Lipstick (Highschool AU)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:Despite trying to keep your relationship a secret, one kiss may just ruin that plan.

It wasn't as if we were ashamed of each other. There also wasn't any fear of judgment or strict parents. There wasn't any real reason for keeping our relationship a secret other than it sounds kind of fun. Honestly, just sneaking around also made when we were together even more special. Besides, we were wondering how long our friends would take to figure it out.

Right now, the decided destination was under the bleachers during class. I had never really skipped before now, but it was just worth the risk. 

“Not gonna lie. I have no idea what's going on over there,”She remarked, referring to the football practice.

“Maybe I should try out,”I deadpanned. She rolled her eyes before cuddling up to my chest. Wrapping my arm over her shoulder, I pressed my lips to her temple.

“No you're not. You're my book nerd,”She sighed.

“I've got no clue what you're talking about,”I lied. Throwing me a look, she pointed to my bag that was in fact full of books.

“I may have an idea of what you're talking about.”

“You're such a dork,”She teased. 

“Ouch. What’d I do to deserve that?”

“Is it better if I say you're my dork?”

“Yes. Very much so,”I nodded. 

“Okay, fine. You're my dork,”She corrected. With a grin, I cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead again. The second my lips weren't on her skin the bell rang.

“I’ll see you during sixth period,”She sighed. Taking her hand, I helped her off the grass. 

“I’ll see you there,”I agreed as we snuck out. Once we were out in the open she risked kissing my cheek before walking to her next class. With my bag on my shoulder, I headed to lunch where I’d be interrogated on where I was last period. 

♡ - - - ♡

With my tray in my hand, I sat at our usual table outside. With Sonya on one side and Harriet on the other, I gave a small wave before going to eat. Just as I opened my sandwich Sonya straight up squealed, almost making me fall out of my seat.

“Why don't you be a bit louder? I don't think the south side of China heard you,”Minho remarked.

“Where did you go last period?”She asked.

“To the nurse,”I shrugged. When she raised an eyebrow I added that it was for a headache.

“Cut the act. Who’s the girl? What is she like? Do we know her? Does she go here? Are you going to introduce us?”She threw at me.

“What girl? I don't know what you're talking about,”I denied, doing my best not to fiddle with my sweatshirt strings. That would be a dead giveaway that I was fibbing.

“You have a lipstick mark on your cheek,”She informed me. Without realizing I was covering it with my hand as if I could just go through all of lunch like this. Not letting that slide, she pulled it away and took a photo before passing her phone around the group. The second they saw it they crowded around me like I was a new species.

“What are we looking at?”Gally asked, coming out of nowhere. With a wide smile, Teresa pointed at my cheek making my face flush.

“Aww. He's blushing. Who is it? Who?”Thomas repeated.

“Nobody,”I lied.

“Just tell us.”

“Who do we know that wears this color?”

“We won't say anything.”

“We just want to know.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Where do you guys sneak off to when nobody's watching?”

“Stop asking questions,”I demanded. The second the words left my mouth they were silent. Still, they were staring into my soul as if they could read my mind. 

At that moment my phone buzzed. Staring at it, before I could check it Thomas snatched it up. Getting up so fast I almost lost my balance, I reached for it when Gally pulled me back. 

“It just says, “hello my boy. I’m getting picked up early so I wanted to tell you I love you.” It even has a heart,”He explained, ready to fangirl out.

“Who’s it from?”

“Love of my life. That's literally too cute. Look,”He urged, showing them. The second he did, their jaws dropped. 

“Thomas, you moron. Look at the lock screen,”Gally directed as I was ready to elbow him in the face. That was the only confirmation they would need. It's not like anyone else would be my background, but the picture was so sweet, so lovely, so genuine. She made me do facemasks with her, and I took it when she didn't have time to pose. It was just her being happy which was more beautiful than any staged photo. The point is that it's my favorite picture in the entire world so of course it was my phone's background. 

Turning it around, he was flipping out so hard he almost dropped it. With Gally finally releasing me I grabbed it from his hands. 

“Aris, how dare you not tell us. Where'd you meet her? When can we? Does she know we exist?”Sonya asked so fast I don't even think she was breathing.

“I have her first period. She's really nice,”Teresa spoke up.

“It is a crime that you would keep this from us,”Fry added. 

“Yeah. That seems bloody adorable,”Newt chipped in.

“I’m really just interested in the drama,”Brenda admitted.

“Can you guys just stop? There's not even any drama,”I promised.

“Then, why’d you hide her?”Harriet pointed out.

“Because it’s fun, or it was,”I answered.

“Tell us about her,”Sonya urged.

“You do not want me to do that,”I promised.

“But why?”Thomas groaned.

“Because I wouldn't stop talking, and I still wouldn't even be done with half of what I want to say.”

“Awww,”half of them gushed. 

That damn lipstick mark.

I mean I do get to talk about her now though, so it's definitely not all bad. Besides, I was getting sick of only holding her hand when we're alone.

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Fourteen: It's The Merriest Time Of Year

Summary- 5k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Christmas is just days away. You and Curtis finalize your plans for the holiday. You also meet Mason Academy's newest teachers aide and then it's off to Paulie's to celebrate the upcoming winter vacation.

Warnings- this is a pretty tame chapter, with mild talk of smut but nothing explicit, drinking, and improper use of a Santa Hat.

A/N- I know I have been piling on the chapters but I wanted to get the holiday chapters out during the season. Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and shared. You all are the reason I continue posting. Thank you so much! Special thanks to @what-is-your-plan-today for all the speedy editing. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Thirteen / Masterlist

“So… you and Y/N have a good date at the aquarium?” Ella asked as she set down a steaming mug of coffee in front of Curtis while he colored with Sophia at her kitchen table. The little girl already had stolen his beanie hat and had it crookedly sitting on her head while she kept switching crayons with her uncle, informing him that Rudolph had a RED nose, not a green nose. 

“Yes, thank you for hooking me up with tickets. She absolutely loved it.” Curtis was sure to be careful sipping from the mug around Sophia. Ella smiled sweetly as she sat across from him. 

“Soph, how about you go watch some Doc McStuffins while Uncle Curtis and I talk.” 

“No.” She said without looking up, studying her coloring. 

“Sophia Jean.” Ella gave a warning tone and Curtis tapped his niece's nose gently to have her look at him.

“Do as your mother says, I will come to play before I go.” With a sassy roll of her eyes, she gave in, Curtis easing her off his lap so she could march into the living room, giving the adults privacy. 

“She is just like her mother.” He joked and Ella smirked. 

“Good means she ain't gonna take shit from anyone. So… back to the date. Tell me about it.” 

Here Curtis got suspicious of his cousin, narrowing his eyes at her. “We walked around and looked at stuff like you do in an aquarium. Why?” 

Ella gave a laugh, her grin going secretive. “Well, that's not what I heard.” 

“What did you hear?” 

“I was told that they had a couple going at it in one of the fire escapes.” 

Ella studied him closely and Curtis could feel his face heat up, sure enough, she knew so they must have actually been seen as well as heard. But he wasn't ready to admit to anything. “What makes you think it was me?” 

“Laurie told me that the girl said your name.” Ella chose to dip her spoon into her mug and scoop out some fluff she had in hers. “You gonna lie to me and say that it wasn’t you?” Curtis did his best to keep a straight face and Ella narrowed her eyes at him. “You were always a terrible liar. Grammy always knew when you were fibbing. I got her gift.” 

Giving a roll of his eyes that would put Sophia's earlier sassy look to shame, he growled out.

“Fine! Yes, we got a bit distracted.” 

Ella cackled over her mug, flashing him a thumbs up. “Good! About time you had some fun. You two are fucking like rabbits though, first Tanya’s, now the aquarium.” 

“Can we like… drop this? I don’t want to discuss my sex life with you.” Curtis scoffed and Ella shook her head. 

“Oh stop, I’m not asking for details. And I mean it, I’m really happy for you Curtis. You seem… “ She paused, looking for what she wanted to say. “Lighter? Y/N is good for you. I haven't seen you like this with anyone.” Curtis let her words sink in, if anyone would notice a change in him, it would be Ella. “Even Tanya has noticed, although I didn't tell her you defiled her mudroom.” 

“It wasn’t the mudroom.” Curtis interjected. “And we have a good thing going, I really care for Y/N, Ella, probably more than any woman I have been with before.” 

"Damn it, I thought I guessed it." Ella teased but her smile softened this time. “I can tell. Grammy and Grandpa would have loved Y/N.” They both grew quiet, Ella withdrawing to her own thoughts. Curtis thought about his grandparents, having to agree with Ella’s observation. They would have welcomed Y/N into their home just as quickly as Curtis had.

“I think you are right Ella, both of them would have absolutely loved her.” 

“Well, you certainly have Sophia’s and mine approval. We both adore Y/N. Oh, Christmas!” Ella quickly switched subjects, which Curtis was a bit relieved about. “I’m sorry Curtis, Grey’s parents really want us to come up to stay with them for a few days. I know you usually come here to spend it with Sophia…” 

“I was hoping you would.” Curtis shrugged it off. “Sophia should see her grandparents. What about your mom?” 

“Oh Mom is coming with me, you know my mom refuses to give up holidays with Soph. They invited all of us anyways. We will be going up for about a week, and be home just before New Year. So how about you come over then? I will leave stuff here for Sophia to unwrap, there will be more than enough at her grandparents. We can do a little Christmas here with you and Y/N.” 

“Sure, I will bring it up to Y/N and see what she says, but I know she loves holidays. I’m sure she will.” 

Christmas time was fast approaching and you were feeling the pressure to get everything sent out to both New York and Florida. Curtis stopped at your apartment with the shipping boxes he offered to pick up when you were currently on skype with your parents. 

“I wish you could come to visit this year Baby, but it just doesn't make sense for you to fly all the way here for that.” Your mother said on the computer, your dad in the background with his kiss the cook apron on. The familiar scene caused a sharp pain in your chest, but it was also heart-warming as well. Curtis was quiet as he came into your apartment, hearing you talk to your mother. “Besides, it's your father and mines twenty-fifth anniversary. You should bring your new boyfriend and have him meet the family in August.” 

You glanced at Curtis setting down the boxes. “Well, we will have to discuss it Mom.” 

“You know we want to meet him properly, none of this skype over the computer, it feels impersonal.” 

Curtis chose this moment to come into view of the camera, waving at your mother. “Hi Mrs.Y/L/N.” 

“Curtis! It’s Shelly, or Mom, whatever you wanna call me. I was just telling Y/N that you two should come up to Lake George this summer.” 

“I heard, I’m sure we can work something out. I should have some time off. Y/N and I will talk about it and she can let you know.” 

“See Mom.” You cut in, pointedly giving your mother a look. “Is dad making his no-bakes?” 

Your mother conveniently ignored the look, glancing at your father. “Scott, come say hello to your daughter before she has to get off.”

“I'm right in the middle of these!” He remarked as you saw him scooping out big hunks of chocolate onto wax paper. “I love you kiddo!” 

You laughed. “Mom, it's okay. Just be sure to send me some of those in your care package.” 

“Will do Sweetie, talk soon?” 

“I always do. I love you both, I will chat soon.” You waved goodbye to the screen and as soon as your mother disappeared, you closed the screen. Curtis sat on the other end of the couch for a second till he scooted closer. 

“So… New York in August.” His arm came over your shoulder and you let yourself cuddle into his side, ignoring the mess of gifts spread around your living room floor that needed to be wrapped. 

“What do you think? I mean, I know it's a lot, traveling to meet my parents and essentially my whole family as I know my parents will be having a party. My sister will be there with Frank and Mary, my aunts, uncles, and cousins, not to mention their friends.” You started picking at his pendant, rubbing it between your fingers. “It's a lot, and I hate for you to have to take time off from work to do this…” 

“Honey.” Curtis reached to grasp your chin and make you look up at him. “Do you want to go and bring me?” 

“It’s like eight months away still, we don't have to-” 

“Y/N, do you want to bring me to your parents?” 

You blinked up at him, the worries about how inconvenient it would be still festering, but he asked a straight to the point question and expected you to answer in the same sense. It was almost relieving in a way, not to have to guess and wonder what Curtis wanted to know. It was one of those things you appreciated about him. “I would like us to go together.” 

“Okay, then we will plan for it.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and moved to get up. “So I got you these two from the office, Tanya says she uses them all the time to ship stuff. Are they big enough?”

You followed along behind him into your tiny kitchen. “Plenty big enough, thank you.” You inspected them for a moment. “I can get things done tonight and shipped out tomorrow. They should reach them in time.” 

“Good.” Curtis grabbed a beer from your fridge and unscrewed the cap. You returned to the couch and he followed along, you cuddling up into his side once more. “I also stopped at Ella’s on the way over, she is going to go to Grey’s parents for a few days so I won’t be going to her place on Christmas morning. She did invite us over on New Year's Day to do a small Christmas with her and Sophia.” 

“Perfect, I can pick up a few things for under her tree then.” You sidled up to Curtis. “So… you are all mine Christmas day?” Rubbing a hand against his chest. 

“Christmas Eve too, naughty girl.” He wiggled his brows playfully. “I told Gilliam we needed the twenty-fourth off too, everyone at the freight yard deserves to spend it with their families.” 

You nodded, taking all that into account. You would be out for good around the twenty-second, you could do your deep clean of your classroom on the twenty-third and spend the rest of the time with Curtis without having to worry about returning to school till the beginning of the new year. “I have an offer.” You stated while shifting to sit up. 

“Oh, you do?” Curtis swept you into his lap, simply because he could. You were starting to get used to him pulling you on top of him whenever the mood struck him. “Let's hear it, Honey.” 

You resettled yourself till you were straddling him. “Well, Edgar gave us those tickets for a couple of nights in the cabins. What if we drove up there to spend Christmas? It will be a nice little first-time getaway for us, you said it’s only an hour away.” 

Curtis let his hands settle to your waist, pondering what you said. “Let’s give them a call, see what they are willing to do. Do you have the number?” 

You slipped from his lap to go collect the tickets and call while you wandered back to where he was waiting. After a few rings, a friendly voice answered. 

“Lakeside Cabins, How can I help you?”

“Hi. My name is Y/N and I have a gift certificate for a couple of nights I was hoping to use.”

You felt Curtis's hands fall back to your waist and make you tumble back into his lap, wrapping you up in his hold. You flashed him a look and he returned it with a smirk.

“Sure! What nights were you thinking? We have quite a few openings right now, so anything specific you were wanting?” 

“Well, I was hoping to arrive on the twenty-fourth and leave on the twenty-sixth. And as far as something special… one with some good views and maybe a hot tub?” You asked hopefully while Curtis nuzzled at your free ear, whispering. 

“We gonna get kinky in the hot tub Pretty Girl?” 

You swore the person on the other end would hear him, making you reach over your shoulder to cover his mouth to shut him up, making him laugh deeply while you did your best to keep it together. 

“Oh, I have the perfect setup. It's an open loft bedroom with a double bed, and the views from the porch make it all worth it. And it has a hot tub. In fact…” You heard some clicking on the computer and a triumphant sound from the person. 

Although it might have been Curtis behind you trying to mess with you. 

“... No one will be in this unit till after New Year, I can give you another night half off?” 

You didn't even have a chance to answer when Curtis pulled away to answer for you. “We will take it.” 

“You heard him, we will take it.” You exclaimed into the phone, after everything was finalized, you tossed your phone at the other end of the couch, twisting to face Curtis. 

“You’re a menace.” 

Curtis couldn't hide his grin, wiggling brows as he swept you up in his arms and pushed himself to a stand to carry you off to the bedroom. “Not me, I've been nothing but good.” 

“Santa’s leaving you coal in your stocking.” 

He lowered you to the bed, kissing you deeply while shifting over you to push you back. “All I care about is who's in my bed, not what is in my stocking.” 

You couldn't help but laugh as he pinned you underneath him on the bed.

Days before Christmas Vacation were hectic at the school. More so the kids were excited about the long upcoming break and having a hard time focusing. You chose not to assign them any homework during the break, knowing first that your colleagues had all given them assignments and you didn't want to set up half of them for failure. You knew that if they did manage to finish the work, it would probably be half-ass. 

Besides, it was their vacation as much as yours, you didn't relish the thought of having to grade those papers. 

So, you were doing your best to engage them in class, hushed whispers oftentimes rising above you speaking until you flicked the lights off and pulled in one of the school's ancient television and DVD sets. You turned to one of your trusty David Attenborough films and plugged it in. In your last attempt to gain their attention, you promised them a pop quiz before stepping from your classroom, the hallway was quiet for the moment as you took a deep breath. “Just a few more days Y/N.” You said to yourself. 

Coming up the hallway, the principal came, trailing a young woman behind her. “Miss Y/L/N, do you have a moment? I want to introduce you to the newest teacher's aide for the eighth-grade class, Yona.” You put on your most genuine smile as you held out your hand to shake the woman's hand. 

“No, kids are just getting ready to watch a film for their course. Hi, welcome to Mason Academy.” 

The woman shook your hand, smiling in return. “It’s my pleasure to be here.” 

“Miss. Y/L/N will you show her around a bit if your class is occupied?” 

“Of course, they should be good for at least another half hour. I will just have Claude open the door between our rooms, and keep her eye on them.” You offered and when the two of you were left alone, you started the tour. 

“So this is the science room, where I teach, then we got the math room, a computer lab, and then the two at the end of this hallway are the English and social studies rooms. Teachers' bathrooms are back towards the principal's office, so it's just easier to use the student ones. It also kind of keeps them from hanging out in them too much. The library is right across from us and if you go through there the cafeteria is the high school wing just down the hall. The gym is through these doors and that's really all I know. I don't go the high school side often.” You shrugged and walked the hallway with Yona. 

She was quiet, you observed her wide-eyed glances seemingly taking everything in and filing it away. “It’s smaller than I thought it would be.” She admitted. 

“It is, Duluth has quite a few other schools, I think it's split pretty evenly so we got lucky, no school has an insane amount of kids. I have been teaching here since September and so far have really enjoyed the atmosphere. Where are you coming from?” 

“California, so I’m used to everything being overcrowded,” Yona admitted. “I like this, it is exactly what I was hoping for. Smaller classroom sizes to work with the kids.” 

“Then I promise, you are going to love it.” You two had circled back to your classroom and peeked in. “And why not start now, the film is winding down.” You opened the door and stepped in, Yona following behind. 

“Class, we have a new addition.” 

Yona settled right into the flow of the school that day. You always looked forward to having her join your classes when her schedule was set up. There was an instant connection to the students, she was able to draw some of them out of their shells and open up to her in a way you had struggled to do. 

Yona also had the uncanny talent of keeping them focused, the students that you knew struggled at times she would pull up a chair to their desk, talking through the work till it seemed to click for them what you were trying to teach, enabling you to focus on the class as a whole. You were incredibly relieved the school hired her. 

But, you were still incredibly grateful when vacation rolled around and you wished everyone a happy holiday and to see them in the new year. The only one to stick around with you afterward was Claude as you two were going to ride together to Paulie’s to celebrate with some beers and games. 

“I didn’t think we would ever make it to today!” Claude exclaimed as she helped you pick up your classroom and lock away anything of value. “What are your plans for the next week and a half?” 

You were grabbing your bag and shouldering it while digging for your keys. “Curtis and I are getting away for a few days with that gift certificate Edgar gave us.” You paused at your desk and sorted through some papers till you found the picture Steve had drawn all those months ago and tucked it in your bag as well. “I will skype with my parents and sister on Christmas day but that is really it. We will be soaking in a hot tub with a snowy lakeside view the entire time.” 

“Sure you will… or you two will never leave the bedroom.” Claude smirked and you shrugged. 

“Open loft actually and that's a fact I’m counting on it. I hope they have a really comfy bed.” You laughed. “Then New Year’s his cousin invited us over so Curtis can have a Christmas with his niece. What about you?” 

“That all sounds… really nice and relaxed. I'm jealous.” Claude pouted as you two made your way down the corridor to head into the teachers' parking lot. “I’m driving to my brother's place. His wife is like a freaken warden.” Claude started mimicking her sister-in-law. “The kids will only go to the best of the best. “I don't want the kids slumming it in those low-class public schools,” she states as I’m across the dinner table. I’m tempted to suddenly get a cough and can’t go.”  

You hurriedly unlocked your doors for the two of you to pile in out of the cold. “She sounds like a real nightmare.” 

“She is the worst. I don't know why Francesco puts up with her.” Claude shuddered as she rubbed her hands together, the two of you waiting for the car to heat up. “Think they are already at Paulie’s?” 

You glanced at your dashboard clock. “I’m sure of it, Curtis told me they were getting out early today. I'm sure Paulie has them nice and tipsy already.” 

Claude grinned. “Good, Grey is fun when he gets liquored.”

When the car finally heated enough to see out of the windshield, you changed the subject on Claude. “What do you think of Yona?” 

“Oh, I like her a lot. I almost invited her out with us tonight.” Claude admitted, giggling at her phone. “Yeah, they are already celebrating.” She flashed you a picture of Curtis and Edgar taking some shots of dark liquor. 

“I do too, you should next time, see if she will come.” You snorted in laughter seeing the picture.

“They are gonna put poor Edgar under the table if they keep doing shots.” 

“Probably.” Claude ditched her phone and started to check her appearance in the car's vanity mirror. “I have to make tonight count with Grey, he will be heading to his parents with Sophia and Ella.” She flipped the mirror back up. 

“And how are you feeling about that situation?” You asked, knowing that Claude had questioned it before, not wanting to step into something that would turn into a mess. 

“I’m learning to adjust to it. After you told me what Curtis said, Grey and I talked about it. He was flat-out adamant that he and Ella were never getting together, that they were friends and were before Sophia was in the picture. But they don't have any feelings outside of a friendship. It was really just a night they both were drunk and vulnerable. I mean, I get it. I've had those nights where I went home with someone from the bar.” 

“Grey also really loves Sophia.” 

“He does. I haven't met her yet, but he has shown me pictures and talks about her. She sounds like a sweet little girl. I honestly hope she will like me when we are to that point.” 

“Sophia is an absolute sweetheart. You two getting serious?” You turned into the parking lot, parking next to Curtis’s truck. 

“I think so, I mean we haven't put a label to anything or said exclusive but it feels like it's headed that way,” Claude admitted with a bright smile. “And I’m excited about it. I never thanked you really for introducing us at Halloween.” She leaned over, hugging you quickly.

You returned the gesture. “Right place, right time. Life is short, we gotta take our advantages where we get them.” 

Going into the bar, you were met with the blaring of Christmas music over the loudspeakers, decorations plastered around, including what looked like a singing Rudolph head lovingly covered in Christmas balls above the bar, glowing red nose and all. Claude split off to find Grey while you approached the bar, knowing Curtis would probably be behind it helping till you got there. 

Sure enough, he was standing under the red-nosed reindeer, filling up beer glasses for a couple of women leaning against the bar, making eyes at him. “You sure we can't get you to dance with us?” One batted her eyelashes at him and you settled a couple of seats down to watch the show. 

Another time, this would have sent you into a tailspin of doubt, expecting him to flirt back or take them up on the offer. Another man, like your ex would have jumped at the chance since these women were stunning. Curtis though set their beers on coasters, shaking his head. 

“Listen to me, I’m happily in a relationship.” He cocked his head towards you, still all in your work clothes, which were fairly modest compared to theirs. “And she just got here, so I’m also done being your barkeeper of the night but… I got someone who would love to meet you two?” They nodded, happily willing to move on to someone else. “EDGAR! Come’re.” He beckoned his friend who split away from Grey and Claude to approach the bar. 

“What’s up?” He asked, before turning to the ladies standing there. “Well Hello…” 

“These ladies would love some company, buy them a round?” 

Already they were flirting with each other as Edgar handed over a twenty, leading the two women away to talk with them. Curtis stashed the bill into the till and made his way to where you were. You arched a good-natured brow at him and laughed softly. “You know those were some good-looking women you passed up.” 

“Eh, I have someone a hell of a lot better waiting for me.” He shrugged as he wiped down the counter, looking every bit of relaxed as you knew him to be behind the bar. “They don't hold up to my lady, fuck no. My girl knows all the right ways to keep her man satisfied.” 

“Is that so?” You snorted in laughter at him. 

“Damn straight, what can I get you?” 

“Whatever you are having.” You threw out and he winked before turning to the wall of hard liquor. 

“Oh last time we snatched a bottle of tequila, we had a good time.” 

Paulie poked his head out from the kitchen, Santa hat perched on his head. “Not my good stuff this time Everett, I mean it!” 

This time Curtis took the bottle of Blue Label Johnny Walker whiskey, making the bar owner flip him off. “Merry Christmas Paulie.” 

Your eyes widened as he poured the two of you a healthy serving. “Are you trying to get me drunk Mr.Everett?” 

“Just to catch up to me.” He handed you a glass and clinked them together before the two of you took the shots, the lyrics to Rocking Around The Christmas Tree really starting to wind up. 

Waking the next morning proved to be difficult for both Curtis and you. You were hiding your face in his chest and Curtis had his arm slung over his eyes to keep the sunlight out. The idea of driving the hour to the cabins suddenly felt like a lot of work. 

You lifted your head first to peer up at him, licking your lips and trying to get rid of the dry mouth that drinking always brings to you when you groaned. “Curtis you broke me.” 

He groaned out too, peeking down at you from under his arm. “I broke myself. Whose idea was it to drink whiskey?” 

“Yours.” You pushed up from laying on his chest to sit next to him. Curtis let his hand fall to your back and rub slow circles while you worked on waking up, glad to see that the two of you made it upstairs into his bed at least. “Who drove us home?” 

“I think Grey and Claude dropped us off.” 

You nodded, peeking over your shoulder at him. “I’m gonna go shower, and see if that helps.” 

“Let me know if it does.” He said while you slid from the bed and he let his head drop back to the pillow, eyes closed, listening to the shower start. When he guessed you to be halfway done, he rolled out of bed, knocking a Santa hat to the floor. Picking it up, he stuffed it on his head. Tis the season after all he reasoned with himself as he went to the closet to find clothes, comfy travel-worthy clothes. Pulling on boxers as you came out, you looked reasonably more awake and ready to start the day. 

“I left you some Tylenol on the sink, guzzle some water too. It helped me.” You offered, a toothbrush sticking out of your mouth while you made a grab for some clothes. Curtis allowed himself a peek at your backside with an appreciative groan before going into the bathroom to take his own. 

You were right, the shower, water, and meds helped, and by the time he got out and brushed his own teeth, he felt like a new man. Wrapping a towel around his waist and donning the Santa hat again in the spirit, he stepped out to get changed. You were in comfy clothes, wrapped in a hoodie and sweats. You looked up from your phone, questioning. “How much of last night do you remember?” 

“Umm… “ He shrugged while drying off, grabbing his boxer briefs to slide on and then his gray sweats. “Not much why?” 

You snorted in amusement, looking back at your phone. “I wondered if you remember wearing the Santa hat on your dick.” 

“What?” He exclaimed while falling on the bed next to you and looking at your phone. Sure enough there he was, standing in the bed with the Santa hat perched on his cock. “Fucking hell Y/N, this isn't the kind of pictures I expected us to ever take.” He groaned, falling back onto the mattress. “What else is in there?” 

“Nothing, just a few of us messing around in what looks like Grey's backseat and some bar pictures. Nothing as good as you using Santa's hat inappropriately.” You checked your messages, seeing Claude assured you that your car was in the driveway but you two would have to go pick up Curtis’s truck from Paulies. You thanked her, asking what else happened but she said nothing, you all had a great time although you and Curtis did get thoroughly drunk. “I think…” You said, reaching over to grab the hat. “We should take this with us to the cabin.” 

“You want another show?” 

“Maybe, one I will remember. I mean…if I got my own Chippendales, I wanna remember it.” You laughed as he tickled your sides, pulling you down beside him. 

“What if I wanna see you wear it? Be my sexy Mrs. Claus.” He wiggled his brows suggestively, making you snort as you pushed against his chest to make him go back to laying down. 

“You need more than a hat.” 

“Yeah, a bow. So I can unwrap you.” 

“Maybe that will be your Christmas present?” 

“God I hope so!” Curtis grinned wickedly, tilting in close and pressing his lips to yours, stealing away any other smart remark you may have had at the moment.

[goodluckdetective]

Am I still writing “Sherlock Holmes but make it fantasy lesbians?” Yes, yes I am. (Previous Entry Here)

This has a very niche audience, but I’m having fun and isn’t that the point. And apparently some of you guys enjoy this niche so take this:

From “A Study in Sigils” by Dr. Joanna Watson “You were entirely right about me,” I told Holmes as she glared down at her foot, still stuck to the floor from the low level curse. She knew as well as I did that physical force wouldn’t help any, but I assumed it made her feel better to try. “Pardon?”

I bent down, taking a look at the sigil. It didn’t look too strong, in fact it might be the kind bought for keeping things attached to the wall when nails would not suffice. “You were right: I was a solider, I was shot, I did have a brother, and my sigil is related to my job. 

The notes of Sherlock Holmes, found in the margins of a copy of the Strand:

This is a lie, though one I do not begrudge. Watson fibs quite a bit when writing up our adventures: sometimes to persevere privacy but mostly because it “makes a better story.” More than once she’s written herself out of a chase scene or had Gregson say something especially foolish that he never uttered. I care not for fiction, of course, but she is quite steadfast about her changes to the facts, and I doubt I’ll ever convince her.

I digress. The above passage is perhaps one of the biggest lies Watson has ever put in print. It is a necessary one, that I agree, but I find the fictional version lacks what made the conversation so interesting.

Everything up to my blasted foot being stuck is the truth. I was indeed trying to pry it loose with force: it can be accomplished should one pull at just the right angle, but it takes a bit of trial and error to find the right one. Watson had indeed bent down to inspect the sigil and told me that I had made an error. 

“You were right: I was a solider, I was shot in the shoulder, and I did have a brother,” she actually said.  “But you were wrong about my sigil.”

This wasn’t a total surprise: I had considered Watson’s sigil might be related to her military career instead. I’d guessed medicine because most medical professionals had sigils that aided in medicine even if they had a particular non-medical speciality. “Combat skills then?”

Watson shook her head and she looked almost insulted. “That took work. And training. No, no, just-“

She reached forward towards the sigil keeping me attached to the floor. For a second, I thought she would get her right hand stuck along with my foot, and then we’d look particularly ridiculous when the Yard arrived. It wasn’t until I saw the glow of her sigil’s shape that I understood.

Watson’s sigil was not that of two interconnected circles, like those of medicine. Nor was it a shield, often seen in those whose magic aimed to protect. It was not even a straight line, which could be seen in some who excelled in a particular task. No, Watson’s sigil shape took the form of a circle. The shape of those whose magic worked on magic itself.

The sigil attaching me to the floor vanished under her touch. I had not stopped pulling my leg from the floor and almost fell over from the sudden change in weight. Watson came up to steady me and I stared at her, stunned. And I was rarely stunned.

“You’re a cursebreaker,” I said. The yard employed one or two but they often kept their sigils open to see and even if they didn’t, it was easy to deduce. Meanwhile Watson had been in my company for weeks and I hadn’t even noticed. 

People often wonder why I spend my time with Joanna Watson, something she finds amusing and I find insulting on her behalf. Those few who know of her true magical talent come to a more irritating conclusion; that I let Watson accompany me for her useful spells. While I will admit Watson’s magical talents are useful, it is merely a benefit in my adventures, not the main reason I have taken to working with a partner. To list a few of her better qualities; Watson is often more clever than she portrays herself (even if she often misses minor details), she’s loyal and open-hearted despite encountering some of the darkest hearts in London. But that I would discover later. In that moment, I took to Watson an entirely different reason:

Joanna Watson is many things but she is one of the few people who can surprise me. 

[lookatthestarrynight]

We Always Love the Things We Cannot Have - Part 3/3

Armitage Hux/Reader, on AO3, check my masterlist for more (including the previous parts).

Armitage Hux, General of the First Order, Destroyer of Worlds, regretted few things in life… but this? He regretted this very much. He had not meant to fall for his strange savior, a woman who claimed to be nobody, who disappeared with just as much ease as she appeared. They were bound to meet again… after all, the galaxy works in mysterious ways.

Warnings: it's like two inches to the left of smut. 1530 words.

A/N: I dropped off the face of Tumblr for three years but this has also been in a google docs for three years so I present: the long awaited, maybe much anticipated part three. i'msosorry.

As was their recurring habit, General Hux encountered his scarred savior for a third time when he was attending an admittedly very frustrating fundraising party in a Canto Bight casino. He was aware that the Resistance might show up, but he hadn’t expected to be cornered by her in a casino elevator following a successful business deal. He’d gotten in alone, assuring his troopers that he would be fine alone – which, at this point, he should know is not really true. He’d gone down two floors, and then the elevator had stopped with a beep and in stepped her. Her, in a shimmering red dress, her eyes like bright orbs, framed in perfect eyeshadow, her silvery scar on full display, her hair twisted in an ornate updo. Who knew the Resistance had money for such a look?

“Hello, Armitage.”

He murmured her name in greeting as she stepped into the elevator car. “What brought you here?”

She stood next to him, now. “The General wanted me to make friends with my mother again, so that’s what I did. And my mother wanted me here.” 

He nods, recalling her story from the first time they met. It was not Resistance business at all, then, not really.

“What about you?”

“First Order fundraising business.”

“Ah. Sounds like fun.”

“It’s not.”

She giggled. “Do you want to have fun?”

He looked over at her, at the mischievous glint in her eyes. “I’m not entirely sure.”

She smiled, reaching forward and stopping the elevator car, fiddling with the buttons on the screen and sending the car rocketing back upwards, towards the floor she came from. 

“They’ll notice I’m gone.”

She shrugged. “I’m sure you can come up with a clever fib, Armitage.”

He flushed, and watched as the car slowly approached her floor, coming to a stop with a ding. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the car with her and down the hall to the door of her suite. She pressed her hand to the panel on the side of the door and it slid open with a mute, satisfying whoosh. She pulled him in, the door closing behind them. They stood in the foyer of the suite now, and she spun to face him.

“Well? What do you think?”

“About what?”

A conniving glint passed through her eyes. “About fun, Armitage.”

Hux shrugged, noncommittal and stiff. He had a feeling he knew what she meant, but he couldn’t help but want to make her spell it out for him.

She huffed, stepping towards him, her hands going to thread her fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. Her perfume swirled around him, wrapping him in her aura once again. Slowly, he moved his hands to rest on her hips. He pulled her into him and she fell into his chest with a surprised gasp.

“Armitage!” she breathed, teasing. 

He smiled, looking down at her. “You’re the one that started it, darling.”

“Darling?”

“Would you prefer a different pet name?”

She grinned. “No, not at all.” She pushed herself forward, her lips meeting his. He could faintly taste her red lipstick as their lips parted and their tongues met. After a moment, she pulled away, breathless, and extricated herself from his grip. She stepped away and beckoned that he follow her down the hall that broke away straight from the foyer, and he did. It was only but a moment before she snagged his hand in hers and dragged him into what he presumed was her bedroom – and then she wrapped him up in her arms and their lips were connected yet again. One of her hands separated from him, reaching for her own hair and pulling out the ornate pins that held it in place. She reached to one of his hands and brought it to her hair, tossing the pins haphazardly on the dresser a bit away from where they stood. Hux curled his fingers into her locks, pushing himself closer to her. 

It occurred to him that there were many things about this that were inherently wrong – namely: he was an officer of the First Order, she of the Resistance. But, as she pulled him with her towards the bed, he couldn’t really find it in himself to care about the little things like that. Slowly, his fingers wandered to the clasps of her dress, and he undid them, one at a time, feeling the fine fabric slide through his hands and down her body like water. In likewise form, her fingers wandered to the buttons of his dress uniform, undoing them with oddly practiced grace.

Hardly but a moment later, he found himself on his back, on the bed, with her straddling his lower abdomen, a shining smile on her face as she leaned forward to kiss him again, and again, and again.

They seemed, as cliche as it sounded, to fit together like puzzle pieces. Hux was mesmerized as he watched her rise and fall above him, head thrown back in ecstasy. He held her hips, tighter and tighter, as if to hold this moment in time forever. Her little gasps of pleasure were music to his ears, a sound he would cherish forever; the warmth of her around him a sensation unlike any other. The sheets wrapped around them in a warm embrace, cocooning them in a moment unto their own, far away from the trials of the galaxy. In what felt like no time at all to Hux (but was, in fact, surely longer), they were separating, laying beside each other, breathing heavily. With his heart thundering away in his chest (whether from exertion, or love, or both), he pulled her closer to his body and held her for a moment, dreading the approaching instant that they would separate, again, for who knows how long. 

After a while, she pulled herself free of his grasp, and sat up in the bed. “I’m sure they will be missing you by now, Armitage.” She looked sad even as she said it, so Hux bit back his snarky response and nodded reluctantly – already beginning his evolution back into a stiff military man. 

She watched him with sparkling eyes as he redressed, as he stood in front of the mirror and fixed his hair, as he straightened his cuffs and pulled the wrinkles from his uniform. At some point, she got up from the bed, wandering over to him in nothing but the sheet – held loosely, at that – and quietly slid one of her ornate hair pins into the interior pocket of his uniform jacket, gently kissing his cheek as she did so. 

“I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, Armitage.”

He nodded, turning to her and pressing a kiss to her hairline. “Likewise, darling.”

And with that, he was walking out of the bedroom and down the hall, out of the suite and to the elevator, out to the casino, to the First Order fundraiser, back to the stuffy Senators and businessmen – and away from what he’d decided was the most beautiful thing in the whole galaxy. 

<>

He did not see her again soon. In fact, he did not see her again for a year, and for that entire span of time, he found himself desperately wishing he’d found a way to keep in touch with her – but today, he came to the startling realization that she had somehow found a way to keep in touch with him. 

Today, he received an encrypted message from a far corner of the galaxy, with the sender merely listed as “Darling.” He knew who it was, of course, he remembered everything. It was a message of five lines, five sentences that had managed to turn his entire world upside down. 

The first informed him that she had left the Resistance shortly after their last meeting.

The second informed him of why.

The third informed him of the name of her reason why: Amarante.

The fourth informed him that mother and daughter were in a place no military, no enemy of his would ever find them.

The fifth was three small, meaningful words. I love you.

And so, when Kylo Ren found General Hux later that day, he was precisely where her message had left him – standing in front of a glass viewport on the Finalizer, staring into deep space, wishing he knew which stars they could both see. 

“General.”

“Commander.”

“You look… surprised. I had not thought such a thing was… possible, for a man like you.” 

Hux could feel the fingers of the Force rifling through his mind, finding what was wrong in only an instant.

“Ah.”

Hux merely grunted in return.

“Well, at least they are safe.”

Hux wanted to smack the Commander, make him understand that there was so much more to this than safety, but he didn’t.

“When the First Order succeeds, I’m sure she will find you again, General.”

For the first time ever, Armitage Hux found himself genuinely afraid of losing – the war, her, Amarante – all of it.

Armitage Hux, General of the First Order, Destroyer of Worlds, regretted few things in life… but this? He regretted this very much.

Another A/N: I like to think this is what made him spy for the Resistance in the end. Some sort of misguided prayer for redemption, hope to see her, I dunno. In a perfect world, he lived happily ever after with his Darling and Amarante. But, well. We know how this story ends… if anyone is interested I could definitely write an AU epilogue, though. I have many thoughts (including, but not limited to, Poe x Darling, platonic or romantic). In my head a lot of this happens beginning before TFA, and pushing a bit into it but not far. Come TLJ and TROS, I’m feeling Darling and Amarante have been estranged from the galaxy for at least a few years, and Amarante is no longer a toddling baby.

[supervillain-smut]

Hoss we about Captain Cold being a little too warm 😉 and decides that being naked with you is more fun

Thank you ☺️

"Fuck! Oh, god!" Leonard Snart, aka Captain Cold, and your boyfriend, groaned for the 15th time in about an hour. "Too hot, fuck I'm too hot! WHY IS IT SO HOT IN HERE?! MICK! I'M BLAMING YOU!" Len shouted loud enough so hopefully Mick could hear him while he was working on the AC in the backyard of your shared house.

"YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW! YOU TOUCH THE THERMOSTAT ONE DAMN TIME, AND NOW IT'S YOUR FAULT IT'S BROKEN!" Mick yelled back, throwing a bolt at the window he'd regret throwing later as he'd have to find it in the grass.

You, however, sat relatively cool in front of a box fan working its hardest, peeking over at the two men every time they spoke or made a noise. Apparently, this time Len had accepted the AC would take longer than him getting heat stroke and chose to shed his iconic parka. A rare sight indeed. You took the time to admire Len in his joggers and black thermal shirt. The shirt was tight to his body, to effectively trap his body heat, but its main purpose right now was leaving very little to the imagination of his torso.

Len was no Olympic athlete; no six-pack to be found on the Rogue who did almost nothing but sit around planning heists, drinking beer, and watching the latest hockey game until there was action to be had. He was no slob when it came to him and his body, personal hygiene included. His outline from his shoulders to his waist still formed a V, and his arms got enough work holding that cryo-gun all the time, let alone his strong legs from constantly moving around to avoid getting hit while trying to hit back. He was soft and comfortable, while still being fit for his job. It was perfect for you to lay on him but now wasn't the time.

You had shed your own long-sleeved shirt and joggers that were usually required when living with the Captain Cold, and had traded them for a tank top and shorts; they'd shrunk in the wash last time James did laundry, so you were fighting to keep them covering your butt completely. "Babe, can you grab me a water from the fridge? I'm dying over here." Len always asked you so nicely for things. He mostly liked to spoil you, so asking was a big deal for him.

"Sure, Len. I was just about to grab one anyway." You fibbed as you got up and sauntered to the fridge, feeling eyes on you the whole way, especially when you had to crouch to reach the coldest ones on the bottom shelf. When you turned back around, you stopped in your tracks at what was in front of you. Len, while you were busy, had taken off the thermal and was now sitting leaning back on the couch bare-chested and patting his face dry with a damp towel. You walked over and handed the water bottle to him.

"Thanks, babe, you're the best. Could you maybe do one more thing while you're up?" "Sure, Len." "Could you run this under cold water again?" "Yeah, of course." You had to stop yourself from muttering or whispering your responses as you grabbed the towel and ran it under the faucet, wringing it out so it wasn't soaked, and handed it back to Len, who pulled you into his lap for a quick kiss. As much as you loved the sight and feel of him half-naked, the sweat was not a great feeling, and you really wanted to get back to your fan, so you brought your cold water bottle to the back of his neck.

This, however, backfired when Len straightened up for a second in shock before letting out a moan. "Oh, that feels so good..." The sentence had sent a wave of heat straight to your core, and you tried to laugh off the awkward feeling. Len pulled you even further into his lap and leaned his head back into the water bottle to cool down. "I hate this heat. I wanna just strip and lay on an ice block. Anything would be better than this." Len groaned.

"Why don't you put that cold gun to good use?" You suggested, gesturing to the weapon sitting on the workbench. "I told you, the gun's not a power to abuse. Besides, it's going to leave an even bigger mess once the ice melts." "... What about a small layer? Wouldn't it just evaporate after some time? We could lightly frost the bed and just lay on it." Len looked at you amused for a moment before he changed to thought. "You know what, that would work; and it sounds like a capital idea. Come on." Len said as he got up after you and grabbed the gun, following you up to your shared room, his eyes never leaving your ass.

As soon as you were both inside, you shut the door only to squeak in surprise as Len pinned you against the door, attacking your neck with kisses. "Fuck, those shorts look so good on you. Just can't keep my hands to myself. You want me to stop, now's the time to say so." Len panted as he looked you in the eyes and loosened his grip on your wrists, giving you space and wiggle room; neither of which you wanted.

"Stop? I say go. Why don't we put that bed idea into action?" You spoke in a sultry tone as you gently pushed him backward towards the bed. "Fuck, I love you." Len breathed as he turned around long enough to lightly frost the bed, immediately throwing you onto it, and dropping the cold gun on the floor. You gasped at the sudden cold as Len climbed over you, resuming his attack on your neck.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and he began to grind into you half-erect. Len's hand drifted lower and lower down your body before pulling your panties to the side and dipping a finger into your heat, curling it. "Fuck! Len!" You cried out as he delved another finger past your folds. "That's it. You're being so good for me."

He continued to finger you for a while, and just when you felt that coil starting to tighten, he stopped. "Len! No! Please, don't stop!" "Sorry, darling, I have to if you want me to fuck you properly. You want me to fuck you, or do you wanna come like this?" You lay there panting as you thought. "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Len." "Atta girl. Come here." Len kissed behind your ear as he pulled his boxers down and pumped himself a few times, a bead of pre-cum spilling from the tip before he pushed into you with a groan.

"Fuck, you feel so good. All mine. So beautiful and perfect, just for me." Len groaned into your ear as he pushed in until he couldn't anymore. He slowly drew back until just his tip was sheathed, then slammed back into you, nearly knocking the wind out of you with pleasure. You locked your ankles around his hips, encouraging him to set a steady pace as he fucked into you.

the smell and sound of sex filled the room as you went at it, coaxing a few orgasms out of each other, not noticing the temperature cooling as Mick had fixed the air conditioner. By the time you were both spent, you were shivering. Len pulled you into him and kissed the top of your head. "Here, lemme go get your robe. Keep you warm until you wanna get dressed." Len said as he pulled his joggers on, commando underneath, he left and quickly returned with your favorite fluffy bathrobe and helped you into it before climbing into bed and scooping you towards him, nestling your face into his neck as he massaged circles into your hip and lower back.

[wereh0gz]

which oc of urs do u think would get along the best with fibula... personally i think he'd have the best first impression of ruby but only because he's fond of halloween monster-types. since, you know, he is one. her personality probably wouldn't gel with his antics though LOL

YEAH Ruby would not trust him at all. She'd probably be really weirded out by him too. It's not every day you meet a zombie. Also he'd smell weird to her. Like dead but also not really? And the sheer amount of Chaos energy inside him would probably be enough for her to smell too (she has a very sensitive nose) so he probably smells like. Irradiated to her lmao. Dark Gaia and Chaos energies don't mix well so it might just make her physically sick actually. Bad vibes all around. She keeps her distance

Melany and Max would stare at him weird. Not just bc he's a zombie but bc they can see his soul and it's probably Fucked Up. But it's like fucked up in a way they've never seen before so they're very curious. Also they're probably curious abt the whole zombie thing bc as far as they knew resurrection like that was just straight up impossible. I can see them (mostly Mel) asking a bunch of questions like excited little kittens (they like morbid stuff)

Nox would try to capture and disect him. Or try to inject him with Dark Gaia energy to see how it reacts to his body (it'd probably be Very Very Bad)

Livewire is chill as long as he doesn't hurt anyone close to them. They probably find him and his decapitation trick funny and would kick his head like a football if given the chance

Elysium would be. Quiet. It's not like it's very talkative in the first place but it recognizes Eggman's work when it sees it, and finds it hard to trust him (valid, considering he's actively working for Eggman and causing trouble). Would probably try to get Livewire to convince him to leave since it can't on its own. But ultimately it's Fib's choice and from what I know I think it'll take a lot more to convince him to switch sides

So in conclusion I think Livewire or the twins would be the best candidates for being friends with Fibula but he can potentially have very fun and interesting interactions with the others. Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[starres-stuff]

FFXIV Writes 2023 | Day 16 | Jerk

Dimitri meets the Conjurer who will be doing his woodsin cleansing, only to find out she may actually be a Shroud Witch.

“Watch Out!” A voice called from the path that led up to the Cottage, and it certainly wasn’t a familiar one, Dimitri realized as he jerked his neck and torso quickly away from where they originally were only to feel a sharp pain ignite in his neck and shoulder, moments before a branch fell from the largest tree in the yard and fell where he had been standing only moments earlier. Which caused him to flail and fall over himself.

“How did you..” Off his voice traveled as a small Miqo’te woman approached him, she had black hair with graying temples and glasses so large they took up most of her face; the basket hanging over her arm was stuffed to the brim and covered with a checkered cloth to keep everything including his eyes out. “Who are you?” he finally asked curiously, watching the woman as she came closer.

“Gotta watch out for those things, especially when you got the woodsin around you.” Her nose wiggled as she sniffed at him and she sneezed from what she caught there, her head shaking. “Have to be careful until we get you through that ritual. Names Xixa Loonsi, a friend of your Aunt Doshaine when she was alive. I am the one Viviane has sent to do your cleansing. Do you need my credentials too, Sonny? Or can we not worry about that? The Shroud is trying to kill you so the sooner we get that woodsin off of you, the less chance you have of ending up in a grave. Let’s go inside, I have some salve I can put on your neck so that muscle doesn’t seize up.” and off she padded towards the door without even offering him a hand up.

“Twelve of the women in my family have interesting friends.” He muttered to himself, finally getting up off the ground and following the Miqo’te up the stairs to the door. The interesting thing was the door just opened for her. There was no standing there all day, no slamming a fist into the wood repeatedly. There was just the door opening and her going inside, only for the damn thing to close right behind her before Dimitri could get in the door leaving him to stand out there yet again, begging the magic that secured the wards to let him in, and like usual they did not listen.

“Oi, you are a mess, Sonny,” Xixa called from the window, where she now leaned, eating an apple while watching him struggle with the door. “She warned me that you aren’t much of a believer just yet, but we’ll make one out of you. Now the first lesson I will give you, if it is made out of something born in the shroud it is filled with some form of Elemental Magic. Now keep in mind everything was exposed to the Calamity when it tore through here. The Elements are technically sleeping, well at least the big ones are. There are sprites everywhere and anywhere however that will make your life a living corner of one of the seven hells if you let them. Now with that out of the way. What Aethers are you skilled at?”

“Earth” Dimitri lied straight-faced, staring at the woman, who he now realized what the Shroud Witch Vi promised to send him. This caused him to grasp the handle on the door, and try to jerk it open, only to be met with a burst of aether that practically sat him on his rear on the front porch.

“I could have told you not to do that. I could also tell you not to spin your fibs with me either. I can see when a man lies, their tongue turns bright green and glows even in the darkest night!” A wide smile appeared on her face, showing off the cat-like fangs that occupied her mouth. What was even odder was that she just kept on staring at Dimitri as if she was waiting for something to happen.

Without thinking the Sharlayan stuck out his tongue, lifting his glasses to try and look down on it, practically admitting he had not only lied but was incredibly gullible at the same time. “Oh you are going to be a fun one, Sonny.” The Miqo’te cackled loudly. “You just gave yourself away. Now let’s try it again luv, what Aethers are you aligned to.”

Back into his mouth, his tongue went and he sighed dramatically. Nophica’s tits this was going to be a day, he could feel it already. “Earth is my preferred” he started again pushing himself to carry on “But I possess talents that come from the internal Chakras like a Monk and are largely unaspected aether that I infuse with an aether of my choice. The only known Aether I have no success with at all is the one termed Darkness. I have worked in every other one at various skills and levels since I was a child.” As soon as he got it all laid out, he heard the door handle click, and then the door opened on its own to welcome him in.

“I’ve got the mask! My boyfr.. My partner! Made it for me.” He said with a happy note in his voice. Just thinking of Laurent made him feel better, even when the rest of the world made him feel lost.”

“Today’s third lesson is the Elements can hear you, you just can’t hear them unless you are like me and a handful of others in the guild. Not every Conjurer is a Hearer and not every normal person isn’t. You don’t have to be in the Guild to hear them speak, but you likely don’t know what to do with the talent if you have it. That is lesson fifty or so we will worry about it then. Come in, let’s have tea” Disappearing from the window, the sound of the fire starting under a kettle of water could be heard echoing throughout the small main room before Dimitri even got inside.

“Try that again and with the truth,” Xaia said in a less than amused tone, looking suspiciously around the cottage as if she were waiting for something to try and fall on him again.

“My boyfriend! We don’t use titles.” Dimitri protested.

“Your mouth might not but your mind does. Have you asked him what he wants to be called?” She was beginning to sound like the cross of a Mother and a Teacher to him. Both of which were going to wear on his nerves before long, part of the process, but still uncomfortable as a grown Elezen.

“It is complicated. We’ve both been hurt. Things take time, you know.”

“Mmhmm.” Xaia agreed, “Ask him again.” and off she went to stand by the teapot leaving Dimitri to lower himself into the couch and look after her thoughtfully.

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I’m just as confused as you are! I’ll always mark myself as 🌴 anon unless I forget then I’ll correct myself. I’m pretty sure I know who the “other LA anon” is. I’ve asked if it’s them and haven’t gotten a response.

Not to create drama but I wanted to make y’all aware that there’s a few anons that actually are straight up lying as I’m sure most of you are aware. I’ve caught tons across tumblr even making up stuff about me lol. Anyway, I’m being told things from those who’ve actually been employed to work with Catfish and confirmed to know Van. So, there’s that. I wouldn’t say or confirm anything if there was not some truth to it. I mean there’s always the off chance that someone other than me actually has a connection to Van but I guess what I’m saying is I’m not here to waste anyone’s time. Nothing sounds entirely accurate honestly. Van’s situation is so misunderstood.

Anyway, Kettles are common in North America! Not everyone has them but those who drink tea do. I’d say at the very least 40% of us have a kettle. Most Americans run on Starbucks/Dunkin’/Coffee Bean/Dutch Bros and homemade coffee though as I’m sure you’re very aware. Also I think those flip flops have flamingoes! I’ve seen that exact pair before. Gosh I’m on the internet too much.

Hope you’re doing well! Have a lovely rest of the day/evening/whatever the setting is! ✨Now back to your regularly scheduled chaos✨- 🌴

I’m doing good thank you. I think there might be multiple LA anons as I never posted a couple of asks from one LA anon last night, I honestly cannot keep track, there might be several!

Personally I don’t mind too much if people send me little fibs about Van from time to time, it’s mostly done in fun I feel. It’s always been very lighthearted on here. Feel free to send me anything you feel comfortable in sending.

Flamingoes! I need my eyes testing lol

I think coffee is a lot more popular in the States than tea, but tbh I feel coffee is taking over here too. Hope you have a good day too ☺️