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rjthirsty · 16 days ago

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Gilbert Voyeurism

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Tags: College AU, Smut, Kink Negotiation, Clavis/Dahlia (OC), PIV Sex, Male Solo, Ruined Orgasm - sort of, Kinktober2024

Gilbert thought about them constantly - about his neighbor Clavis and the woman he was fucking on a near nightly basis. It was hard not to think about them when they were loud enough to hear even in the earlier days when they were trying to be quiet. Now, though, now they were toying with him, announcing their fucking with a simple knock on their shared wall. First the knock, then she would moan and whimper and call out his name.

They got louder and more frequent when he dared to make it known he knew of their rule breaking. They got louder and more frequent when he answered the knock to let them know he could hear them loud and clear the first time they teased him. And while it was fucking hot to hear her moaning, to hear the noise she made and imagining himself in that position, fucking her stupid and filling her cunt with his cum as he masturbated to his own climax, it still left him aching having to rely on his imagination alone based off the sounds he heard.

If they were already delighting in putting on show after show after show with sound for him, the next reasonable step would be to make it an actual show he could watch. And so, when Clavis went to let his girlfriend in the fire escape like clockwork, Gilbert took it upon himself to invite himself into Clavis’ open, waiting dorm room. He took a seat in the chair at the desk and greeted the lovers with a friendly grin, deeply enjoying their shocked faces when they hurried inside and found him waiting.

“Uh… Hello?” Dahlia offered a confused smile to go with her confused greeting.

“Evening,” Gilbert happily returned the greeting. “I'm Gilbert. And you are?”

“Dahlia.” She answered.

“What are you doing in here?” Clavis annoyedly asked, moving around in front of Dahlia as if to protect her.

“The door was opened. I thought it was time to make an introduction.” Gil's different colored eyes shifted from Clavis to Dahlia. “You sound as beautiful as you look.”

Understanding flashed in Dahlia's eyes as she figured out who this stranger was. “You're the sketchy neighbor!” She laughed and it was a wonderful sound - not as wonderful as her moans, but lovely in its own right.

“Yes, and he was just leaving.” Clavis said pointedly, reaching for the handle of his dorm room door.

“Aw, don't be like that. We're friends, aren't we?” Gilbert made no effort to move from his seat. “I'd like to be your friend too, Dahlia.”

“I wouldn't call us that.” Clavis rebuked.

Dahlia wrapped her arms around Clavis’ waist, hugging him from behind as she peered at Gil around Clavis’ arm. “Hmn. Your kind of friendship sounds like it comes at a cost. Were we not paying enough already to keep you happy?”

“You're quick and to the point, I like that.” Gil crossed his legs, folding his hands together and resting them on his knee. “I enjoyed your gifts very much. The payment wasn't necessary, but it intrigued me. Now I’d like a live showing, if you feel so inclined.”

“Absolutely not.” Clavis answered immediately, not giving Dahlia a chance to voice her thoughts.

“Hang on, Clavis, why not?” Dahlia peered up at her boyfriend with genuine curiosity. Gil was starting to realize it must have been her who started the voiced act he had been listening to.

Clavis looked down at her with surprise coloring his features. “You're interested?”

“It's not a question of if I'm interested or not, I want to understand why you're opposed.” Dahlia gently pushed.

It was interesting seeing them so focused on each other. There was honesty in their conversation, and trust in their eyes. This is probably the closest Gil had ever seen to what love should look like.

Clavis stood silent for a moment, sorting through his thoughts. His golden eyes searched Dahlia's, her soft gaze showing a willingness to accept and listen without judgment. It was one of the reasons he loved her so much. “I thought by refusing you wouldn't have to be put in an uncomfortable position of needing to do so yourself.”

“So you said no on my behalf?” Dahlia clarified.

“When you put it that way, it sounds like my good intentions were ill-conceived.”

“I love that you fret over me and consider my comfort, you know that. But I'm not uncomfortable with this. I find the idea kind of thrilling. Are you uncomfortable?” Dahlia leaned her cheek against Clavis’ shoulder as she continued to look up at him.

Clavis stared at Dahlia, his eyes wavering. He didn’t want to admit that he felt threatened at the thought of someone seeing his lover at her most vulnerable. But why he felt threatened made no sense. It wasn’t jealousy, he simply thought that it was a moment of intimacy that you only shared with those you cared greatly about. And if she didn’t care if someone else saw it, did that mean she cared for them as much as him, or that she cared for him as little as them?

“I'm not uncomfortable.” Gil chimed in.

“Clearly.” Clavis glanced at Gilbert, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“I'm yours and you're mine, Clavis. I love you, and whether someone else sees that or not doesn't change that you're the only one for me.” Dahlia smiled as she spoke.

Dahlia reminding him that she saw no one else but him helped alleviate his discomfort. Her eyes were filled with only him, and her heart was only for him. Whatever anyone else said or saw, he was always first in her life. Clavis hadn’t realized how powerful and loved she had made him feel, knowing that she wasn’t interested in anyone else. Not once had she glanced at Gilbert the entire time she asked about his thoughts. She was utterly taken by him, and he by her. “I have nothing to worry over.”

“It's settled, then.” Gil concluded, now that everyone had said there were no issues. Things were about to get fun.

“I suppose so,” Dahlia drew out her words, smiling coyly at Clavis.

Gilbert turned the desk chair towards the bed, assuming that’s where the couple would be copulating. A glance towards them showed the two kicking off sneakers and pulling off clothing as they met each others’ mouths again and again. Gil made himself comfortable in his seat, his heterochromatic eyes following the movement of their hands peeling layers off, the subtle steps of their legs as they edged across the room, and of course the way they sucked each other’s faces.

As Dahlia fell onto the mattress, her eyes cut to Gilbert, making sure he was watching them. He was certainly watching them. Gil gave a smile in return, crossing his legs and folding his hands together to sit on his knee. He was serious about having a live show, and didn’t intend to interrupt. All he wanted was to watch. He wanted to burn into his memory the way she looked with every sigh and moan. It was her that he heard, afterall. It was her that he dreamt about.

Gil tilted his head to get a good view of Dahlia’s profile that was quickly being overtaken by Clavis. She was like a centerfold that he couldn’t hold up and examine in his own time and leisure. Clavis was in control of what it was he’d get to experience, and quickly Gil was realizing he didn’t like someone else dictating what he was looking at. But… it was better than the alternative, and who knows, perhaps this could become some sort of weird regular thing from time to time.

Clavis’ hands groped Dahlia, pinching soft curves and kneading into pliable tissue. The couple continued to kiss, filling the room with the noises of lips smacking and small huffs of pleasure. Dahlia had barely started to make noise, though it was early enough that Gil wasn’t surprised she had yet to moan. The way their legs tangled with each other, rubbing and shifting in a writhing mess while their sexes tried to find something to stimulate them seemed almost like a punishment when they could start fucking at any time. Nothing was preventing them from getting right to it. Clavis was stiff and Dahlia appeared to be enjoying herself as well, she would likely be wet already.

Gilbert wondered if the heavy petting was more for Clavis than Dahlia. He seemed to be prolonging entering her. If Gil was in his place, he’d probably enjoy toying with Dahlia’s body as well, pinching nipples and setting his teeth to her skin, but the desire to be inside her would grow too strong for him to really ignore. His cock ached at the thought. He considered how warm her cunt would be. The way she’d squeeze him. Hell, her whole body would likely be warm and inviting, a toasty fire for his constantly cold form to heat itself up with.

Clavis’ hand dragged down Dahlia’s body, and the anticipated moment of him slipping a finger or two inside Dahlia’s pussy finally came. The roll she managed - the way her hips tilted to let him get inside her and then dipped so her back could arch to show her enjoyment - Gilbert was certain a view like that was better seen on this side of things. Clavis would be too close to appreciate the way her form flexed under him.

The quiet moaning began. Gil recognized the way it always started. At first Dahlia still held her voice down, still attempted to choke down her enjoyment. Perhaps she had been shamed for expressing herself so honestly. A previous lover who couldn’t find the beauty in hearing her as they fucked? His loss. She should have never been quieted. Who wouldn’t want to hear your lover’s appreciation come unbidden? To have her sigh every unspoken word in sounds of pleasure that transcended language barriers.

Dahlia spread her legs wider. Clearly they were gearing up for him moving between her thighs. They seemed to have a sequence they went through. It looked so practiced and expected - which didn’t mean that it looked boring - simply that they knew each other and what worked best for the both of them. It was like a dance in sexuality. They made love in the way they touched and performed their movements without needing to change it up; they had practiced many times before, as Gilbert knew. He heard them. So many times.

Dahlia’s fingers were pressed into Clavis’ back, leaving indents where she dug into him, but no welts from nails scratched roughly. Gil would have liked to feel her tear into his skin. The heat that comes from the rush of blood that kisses just below the outer layer… Well, he could keep that to his own fantasies.

Gil’s eyes moved to Dahlia’s face. Her moans had gotten louder, and with it her back began to curl inwardly, lifting her chest as her arousal built up. How sensitive she must be. How easy she must be to bring to climax. What a lucky guy her lovers were to have someone so receptive and free with sex that she could come again and again in one night.

Her breathing came in short gasps. Her moans became high and needy and keening. There was a frantic bit of movement between her legs, and Gil noticed Clavis had pulled out his fingers to shove his cock inside Dahlia. He watched as their pelvises came together, Clavis must have bottomed out, and with one thrust as well. Impressive.

Dahlia hit her peak. Her fingers twisted in the blanket she lay upon. Her chin lifted and her voice took on a huskier tone as she cried out in a series of moans that ebbed and flowed like waves. Her body was taut, flexing and while he couldn’t see between her legs, surely her cunt was clamping down on Clavis. His timing must have been perfect, to bring her to the edge and then make her orgasm as he entered her so he got the full enjoyment of the way she would spasm around his cock.

Clavis slowly rocked, riding her out. His hands held her in place so his thrusts didn’t push her up the mattress. Dahlia clung to the bed as if she were trying to hold her body down, her toes curling, her thighs threatening to clamp together with every clench of her cunt on Clavis’ dick. And then she went limp, gasping for air and trying to ground herself while Clavis continued to fuck her. She wanted to rock with him, she wanted to hump and rub him inside her, but she needed a minute. The problem was that he just felt so good.

Despite her own need for a momentary rest, she found herself rolling her hips in rhythm with him. Clavis kissed her parted lips. He kissed her jaw. He kissed every place his mouth touched, layering affection after affection onto Dahlia.

Gilbert shifted in his seat, opening his pants to free his own cock. He fisted it, stroking himself slowly as he watched Clavis flex and thrust into Dahlia. Pinching his glans lightly when his hand slipped towards the head of his cock, he suddenly wished to have been more prepared by bringing some lube to help feel more like he was sliding inside Dahlia himself. She was moaning the way she did every time he had listened in. Now, however, he could see her face as she made those sexy noises.

A momentary pause in their playing had Clavis winding his arms under Dahlia’s thighs from the inside to grab her hips. Spreading her legs wider, he also sat up and spread his knees to pull Dahlia onto his thighs. Dahlia curled in on herself without complaint, as Clavis held Dahlia half on his lap and half hanging between his legs so he could manage to bury himself as deep in her cunt as possible in this position. Nothing was between them like this. Pelvic bone tapped the fatty padding cushioning pelvic bone, and Clavis started pumping into Dahlia in earnest.

The room was no longer just heavy breathing and kissing and moans and gasps, but the slapping of skin and the wetness of Dahlia’s sex being plunged into. Fuck, it was a lot hotter than Gilbert had thought it would be. He couldn’t hear all these extra little details from his side of the wall. The pressure in his groin was growing more from the sounds of sex than his own pumping of his cock.

Clavis knocked moan after moan out of Dahlia, forcing her breath out every time his cock rammed into her. With his hands securely on her hips, she had no concern about how roughly he pistoned his cock into her cunt, she wouldn’t slip out of their position. The way Dahila’s hips were tilted squeezed Clavis’ cock to another degree, both by her pelvic floor along his frenulum, and the way the head of his dick prodded her inner walls that flexed in protest and pleasure, hitting that sweet spot that made Dahlia’s eyes roll back.

Through half-lidded eyes, Gil continued to watch, mixing reality with fantasy. He had no real feelings towards Dahlia, but at the moment he couldn’t help but imagine he was the one fucking her in Clavis’ place. Her legs wrapped around him, hooked over his arms, held fast in his hands. It would have been even better if he could get a birdseye view of his cock disappearing inside her hole. Burying into her bush and between her labia. It wouldn’t be enough. He’d want to go deeper. He’d want to fuck faster. To pound harder. To have her screaming and not just moaning.

He’d want to feel her between his hands and between his teeth. He’d want to mark her skin and leave himself etched across her body. He wanted to cum inside her and fuck her again, and again. Surely she enjoyed such things, with the way Clavis and her constantly, purposefully requested his attention by knocking on his wall. He had noticed they hadn’t used protection, what a dirty girl she must be. She’s begging to be filled with seed, to have it drench her already soaked pussy.

Clavis slammed into Dahlia, and Dahlia climaxed again. Her voice poured out of her with every breath, there was not a moment she wasn’t making sound. Her body flexed again, beautifully arching as muscles contracted. Her nipples stood stiffly. Clavis slowed down and the sounds of their sexes faded under Dahlia’s moans. Clavis softly joined her, grunting and groaning, and clearly he had reached his own orgasm, coming inside Dahlia as he thrust without pulling the two of them apart.

Dahlia went limp, gasping for air. Her chest heaved and her tits rose and fell with each labored breath. Clavis dropped to his hands, not falling on top of Dahlia, but caging her between his arms on the bed. He huffed and sighed. The two had a sheen on their bodies, a sweat they had worked up with their activities.

Gilbert sighed quietly, finding the conclusion of the show to have come too soon for him to come. Slowly, he felt the pressure subsiding and he knew it would be more work than enjoyment to hold onto his dissipating climax and work it until release. He gave himself a few more slow tugs and tucked his dick away, straightening his pants.

Clavis bent down, lavishing Dahlia with opened mouth kisses. He looked to be coaxing her into another state of arousal. Gilbert raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting to see what would take place now. He promised to just watch, and speaking up in the middle of a performance was rude. He wouldn’t want to interrupt. Maybe he’d get to come after all.

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moriartyluver · 6 months ago

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FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XXVII

"IVE ALWAYS WONDERED if this day would ever come. I'm sure that some of you have already heard of this.." Albert turned his head from the dark window to face the others, attempting to speak over the thunder outside "The situation has become extremely worrisome..this crisis is the first of its kind that the moriarty family has ever had to face."

Crack

Lightning had hit a tree outside, burning it to ashes dramatically. Rain poured down in typical British fashion, the windows foggy, covering the gloomy sky.

"Let's work together in order to build strength." The brunette clenched his fist tightly, brows furrowed with determination as they all huddled together, hands upon hands. "we'll overcome this no matter what the cost..! Is everyone ready? All for one and One for All! Let's go!"

The door creaked open mysteriously, pulling the attention of the men to the entrance.

"Sorry we're late..what the hell..?!" Bonde had opened the door with (name) and Josephine stood behind him, bags in hands after they had just returned from a shopping trip

"What on earth is going on?" (Name) asked, her eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Tea party...?"

"That's right Bonde. As you know," Albert informed the trio who were stood in front of him "families hold tea parties on a rotational basis. Tea parties are often held in the day time, opposed to night parties. I've tried my best to hold it off but the other day, Earl Rockwell finally called me out.."

"It was about time," (Name) commented, sitting down with a sigh, legs folded over each other. "Frankly, I think we've been avoiding them for a while now."

"I was reluctant, but I agreed to host the party at our manor this weekend." Albert added

Josephine nodded "If the party is to be held on Sunday, we don't have much time to spare. We should get started on preparations as soon as possible, provided there aren't any obstacles in our way."

"I have business to attend to on Sunday," (Name) said abruptly.

"Care to elaborate?" Louis asked

"I..erm.." she hesitated, looking for an excuse to not go to the tea party "I have a research project due in a few weeks for the university."

"No you don't," William said, debunking her excuse. "I recall you saying you wished to spend Sunday reading-"

There was a moments silence, all eyes on (Name) who suddenly found her shoes rather intriguing. She lifted her head with a groan "Fine, I don't want to host the tea party. Why on earth would I? All I'd do is have disturbing older men explain concepts of various natures which I am clearly more educated in, or worse, they'll flirt with me and treat me like they do a common harlot."

"If she's not doing it then neither am I!" Moran exclaimed quickly.

"(Name), you're attending the tea party just like the rest of us," Louis said sternly, turning to Moran. "We all are."

"I don't want to," she folded her arms over her chest with a childish frown "You can't make me!"

Albert sighed, glancing at William as if asking for help. He should've known having his brother marry a spoilt noblewoman wouldn't be easy, regardless of how in love with her he may have been.

William nodded, scoring over to (Name) and leaning in to whisper into her ear as she listened attentively before sighing, speaking up reluctantly.

"Fine, I'll do it."

Albert blinked in surprise, curious as to what he said to make (Name) agree so easily.

"Despite the whole fake marriage ordeal, many ladies still have been attempting to gain access to Will using various excuses." Albert spoke, continuing after the small issue. "Such women will use the party as an excuse to approach him which means that you..!" He pointed to the (hair colour)-ette dramatically "Will have to keep them off, alright (name)?"

"Roger that." She said, much more cooperative than before.

William chuckled. "In that sense, you're also in danger Albert."

"Of course I know how to deal with the ladies but when they gather in large groups..they gossip and become impossible to read.." all the men in the room shifted their eyes over to (name), who was still despairing over the thought of socialising against her will.

"Huh...?" She murmured

"You're the only one of us who'll be able to outsmart the ladies, (nickname), considering both the brat and moneypenny will be acting as maids." Sebastian said to the confused woman "So we'll need you to keep a close eye on them"

"Shut your mouth," Josephine frowned in annoyance at Moran "I'm far more capable than you are..you'll probably just go drinking whilst the rest of us are working hard.."

"Surely you wouldn't place such a grand burden upon only me," (name) said, returning to the point "you all know how difficult it is for me to socialise. I can't even read basic social cues half the time."

"You'll be fine, (Name)." William placed a hand on hers reassuringly "We wouldn't choose you if we didn't think you were able."

"The only reason you chose me for anything was because I'm handy with a knife." She said, revoking her hand "But if you insist, I suppose I could always try.."

"Okay..let's go over our responsibilities one last time." Jack said, pulling out a small folded piece of paper from his breast pocket. He unfolded it, reading aloud from the list "As soon as young Al's toast is over, I will attend to the guests at the main venue."

"I mainly manage the party's progress" said Louis with a nod

"And as head maid, Josephine and I will take charge of the maids to serve you." Moneypenny stated, adjusting her head piece.

"I'll be in the garden, talking to a few of the guests while keeping a close eye on the more curious ladies." (Name) sighed. She wasn't a fan of tea parties. Ball room parties were usually much more entertaining, possibly because someone would usually somehow die during them but also because she was able to stand aside without any need to talk to anyone. Even at her own wedding, she refused to speak to any guests who weren't her family or close friends because she had gotten so fed up.

"Our position is in the garden, William." Albert reminded the blond.

William nodded, "Yes, brother. Let's monitor the situation and help each other in need."

"I'm mainly here to protect you two." Spoke a butler-ified Moran.

"I'll be in the rose garden and entertaining the guests there." Fred murmured, fidgeting with his gloves.

"And I'm in charge of the guests in all areas of the manor." Bond grinned, too enthusiastically for (Name)'s liking.

"That's right," Jack nodded "Bond is our so called 'Fighter', because a 'battle field' needs personnel who can respond quickly to unexpected situations."

"Battle field..?" Fred repeated nervously.

"It won't be that bad," Josephine reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder "Believe me, I've had a lot worse with (Name)..once she got carried away and murdered a man in one of the Marquis (Last Name)'s villas during a party, but in my lady's defence, he had deeply offended her with his remarks."

"what did he say?" asked Fred in a mousey voice

Josephine chuckled nervously "let's just say, you can't insult the female sex without provoking (Name)."

"By the way," James said, changing the topic promptly "What's Herder doing?"

"Ah, he's already in position," Moran explained. Herder was stuck in the basement, doing puzzles whilst listening out for guests who might find the weaponry.

The instructor glaced around "Everyone is ready." He confirmed "It's time..!"

Not even a second later, the street outside the manor's gates were filled with carriages, full of noblewomen, their giggles echoing as they stepped out of their carriages

(Name) flinched upon hearing all the loud noises coming from the ladies leaving their carriages. She noticed there were a few males amongst them but not nearly enough as the noblewomen. A ratio of about 1:8, she had observed, and all her comrades would be counting on her to navigate this all in the appropriate manner.

"Now that we're all here.." Albert started his little toast once all the fawning ladies had surrounded him whilst the young noblmen who were waiting for the toast to be over so they could instantly made a bee-line to the poor overwhelemed (Name) "It's thanks to Lord Rockwell that we were all able to welcome you here today. As you can see there are many shy people in our family," he side eyed his sister-in-law, resembling her deceased brother for a moment "even standing up here is making me a bit nervous. Please take this as an opportunity to look at our rose garden. It has been blooming very well."

Albert picked up a glass of champagne carefully and raised it as he ended his toast

"Last but not least, there are refreshments laid out for everyone to enjoy. Please take as much time as you'd like to talk to us," He lifted his glass higher "Well then..cheers!"

Within seconds of the toast ending, both William and Albert were surrounded by multiple noblewomen. Of course, (name) hadn't had it any easier and was soon approached by multiple noblemen who were exited to converse with her. During her time in University, multiple peers were interested in her but disliked the idea of getting closer to her in fear that she, a woman with an education, would go against their ideals for such a lady, or rather their stereotypes.

How abhorent! A woman with the ability to think for herself!

She had a mysterious charm to some. Usually she would be seen with a blank look on her face, whilst other times, she concealed her ture nature with a polite yet deceiving smile. Although she was 'married' in the eyes of the law, it wouldn't hurt anyone if they merely converse with such an elegant lady.

"I had looked forward to talking to all of you, but I can't talk to any of you if you all are speaking at once.." Albert said, snapping (Name) out of her thoughts. "and I don't think a tea party is supposed to be like this. I was hoping we'd be more elegant and austere..." He trailed off, gently grabbing a lady, who stood beside him, by her chin, guding her gaze to his emerald eyes.

The noblewomen and noblemen had caught onto what Albert had meant and slowly dispersed, allowing others to take their time. Some had headed for the greenhouse, full of flowers that had been cultivated by none other than Fred, whilst others stuck around with the two brothers, batting their eyes and attempting to gain their attention.

(Name) could only furrow a brow and sigh as she watched, quickly distracted by a young man whwo haad caught her attention with a question once it had all died down, far more unique than the ususal questions about her life in England, even if she had been living there for 8 years, or older men attempting to make her feel like an idiot.

"My apologies if I am out of line, but what are your opinions on the recent Jack the Ripper case," a man with dark hair hair asked her. He seemed around her age, maybe a little younger, and had a polite smile which made his eyes crinkle slightly in the corners "You seem so knowledge on all subjects of conversation, not just superficial ones like most men may assume.."

"Well, I as a sophisticated lady of polite society, could never be exposed to such tragedies, I have no knowledge of such a case," She jested, a smile on her lips "Although, I'd say the Yard are trying to cover it up with their recent list of suspects, surely nobody would believe that.." she said under her breath

"Yes, well," He took a glass of wine from a servant, swirling the drink in his glass, "I have a theory that the entire thing was a hoax to promote that Conan Doyle's next story."

"You read the Sherlock Holmes series?" (Name) laughed at his theory"That's interesting, I've actually made his aquaintance, we met on the Noahtic.. and a train to London, both times a murder had occured. He just seems to be riddled with bad luck, it must be something to do with his hair."

"Is that why he covers it up with that dreadful cap?" the man asked with an amused tone

(Name) shrugged her shoulders as she bit into a small cake, "Personally, I think he looks better in darker tones, and that cloak does him no justice whatsoever." She paused, realising she was actually having fun "I don't believe we've been formally introduced, dear stranger. Perhaps you could change that?"

He took her left hand, kissing her knuckles over the silk glove she wore. "Lord Oliver Hastings, first grandson of the Duke of Hastings it's a pleasure to make your aquaintance, Lady Moriarty."

"I really shouldn't be surprised you already are familiar with my name," She smiled, a genuine smile at that

"Well why wouldn't I? You are rather famous amongst the ton, after all, although, I first saw your name in a research paper you had published in your Almer Mater, Oxford ring any bells?" Oliver reciprocated the smile

"I'm surprised anyone would read that, I was half asleep whilst I wrote it. Do you still study there?" She asked, her eyes drifting over to William, who stood in front of a group of ladies

Oliver shook his head with a laugh "God no, do i really seem that naive? I graduated last year, personally, I was more fond of subjects which frequire critical thought rather than just making up numbers to solve, so I studied Literature and Philosophy mostly, but I made an exception for what you had to say in that little thesis of yours, and I must say, I've been dying to talk to you since."

"Well consider yourself saved from such a tragic fate." She chuckled, glancing again at William who seemed to be struggling with a flirtatious young, no scrath that, she was definitley considered a spinster, woman.

"Is something bothering you? You keep looking over there."

"Oh no, I'm fine. It's my husband I'm worried about." She turned back to face him, her (eye colour) eyes on his blue ones "He's even more socially inept than I am."

"And that's why you're seen so frequently in polite society?" He asked

She frowned in faux annoyance "Doesn't mean I enjoy it." He laughed once more in response whilst (Name) sighed looking back at William, the damsel in distress needed saving "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to cut the conversation short...I don't think I'm a fan of bigamy." She half joked before walking away, seeing the look of relief on William's face as he noticed her presence.

"What's this, darling?" A sweet voice, almost unrecognisable, called out to poor William, still embarrassed after that 'subtle' confession. If he had taken any more steps further back, he would have tripped and broken his skull in half.

"(N-Name)." William, face somewhat flushed, managed to utter.

He didn't often stutter, rather his speech was always elegant and sophisticated, the 'confidence' he exuded was never not noticeable in his speech and yet, that voice...that siren like voice had The Lord of Crime trembling and nervous. William could feel his heart speeding up, eventually pounding in his chest even though his wife was a good few feet away from him, but of course even the mere mention of Lady (Name) could make his brain numb with overwhelming thoughts.

(Name) walked through the other noble ladies, admittedly rather jealous now that she had finally come to terms with these feelings she had. She gave a polite smile, whispering a few 'pardon me's and 'good afternoon's

"Now that I recall," She said, pushing past the woman who had attempted to make advances on William "We really bonded over one particular consultation, didn't we?"

"We did indeed.." William said, still flustered. His cheeks grew a deeper shade of red as (name) cling to his arm, her frame pressed against his as her fingers caressed his bicep.

"I really am lucky to have such an intelligent, and not to mention handsome husband," (Name) complimented, using her palm to cup his chin and bring him to face her. She turned to the other ladies, flashing a glare at the woman who seemed to have made her husband uncomfortable and then returned back to her lovey dovey expression, smile from ear to ear.

"My apologies ladies but it appears you must seek consultation another time. I have something my dearest William and I need to discuss in private." She said with a wink, dragging a stunned William towards the nearest entrance to the manor.

Once they had entered, climbing upstairs, away from the guests, (name) dropped his hand promptly with a groan.

"A 'thank you' would be nice." (Name) said as they walked down the quiet halls. "I had to practically fight off all the men, no thanks to you involving me in this boring tea party..although I must say, I expected a lot less gentlemen within our age range, I typically would attract the older, perverted sort, rather than the nice ones we had this afternoon."

William clenched his jaw, fighting back his jealous feelings "You found them attractive?" He managed to say.

"Well, there were a few handsome ones, I suppose." She put a finger to her chin, lips pressed together in thought.

Was she aware of the effect that she had on him? William was always so rational and calm and he hadn't ever felt so envious of anyone, not in his entire life. Of course he could be occasionally jealous when he was but a child, often looking towards those more fortunate and wondering 'why not me?'

The last time he had felt like this was when (Name)'s first lover wasn't 6 feet underground and torn to pieces, whenever he would see her smiling with the older boy or laughing at some very clearly not amusing joke (he often thought he was much more entertaining than that dull man, his personality was like that of a lemon which had been squeezed dry). Once he had even seen him kiss her, not very skilfully and much too rough for someone like (Name), he would be so much better for her.

It was in between some shelves in the library when he was trying to find a book on probabilities of all things. He had to resist the urge to throw it right in his hideous face, at the very least (or murder him but (Name) beat him to something for once). William actually remembered asking himself what the probability that she would rid herself of that fool and turn her attention to him.

"Actually there was one particular man, dark hair, rather beautiful, very funny...what was his name again..? Oh yes, Oliver..." She was almost giggling like a teenager, hands clasped behind her back in an innocent manner. The description seemed rather familiar. Was she really attracted to 'amusing' dark haired men?

God, she was aggravating.

But so beautiful too, and witty of course. And her eyes were so captivating, so enthralling. William had known this since forever. Nobody knew it more than him.He'd often gaze into her eyes, especially if she was enthusiastic or explaining a mathematical concept to him.

"Is that so?" He choked out, eyes lingering on her as she brushed her gloved hand against the textured wallpaper.

She hummed with a nod "I was convinced he fancied me, but of course, you being you, you had women practically throwing themselves at you and I had to come to your rescue."

"Women do not throw themselves at me." He stated curtly.

"Oh yes they do, professor." (Name) teased "You aren't exactly an eyesore, are you? A nice physique, a pretty face, and a tolerable personality. You're considered desirable amongst the women of the upper class."

But was he desirable to her?

He had to take a deep breath. She was doing this on purpose, she had to be. She must have caught onto his attraction for her and now he was being tormented by a higher power for his desperations.

"More so than this Oliver?" He blurted out. He had meant to say something completely different, but it was as if his brain was no longer thinking for him, rather his heart was.

Had Freud been well established in 1879, one may call such a mistake a 'Freudian Slip', but of course, he wasn't. He had to wait till the 1900s for that. For now, though, dear reader, we could call this a "Liam-being-a-desperate-man-whore-slip."

(Name) had to fight back the smirk on her lips, wrestling with her desire to laugh at him for now feeling the same way he had made her felt, although William wasn't flirting with anyone in an attempt to make (Name) jealous, he was just existing and trying to give advice to women who couldn't help but adore him.

She leaned against the wall, inches away from her bedroom door. "Is someone jealous?" She asked, voice sickeningly sweet. William could never truly hate her, well he did at one point, but it wasn't hate so much as it was irritation at her antics, yet she was only a child, a mere teenager. He couldn't blame her. But God, the way she smirked up at him made him want to wipe that expression off her face, it was so unlike him.

"Jealous?" He repeated slowly, processing and analysing his own feelings. He had long known how he felt for (Name), that was certain, but he hadn't expected it to become more than simply admiring from afar..and yet here they were.

"The mere mention of another man seems to be making your blood boil.." she said smugly, eyes shining in the sunlight "I never knew your affections for me were so grand."

"It's not that," William spoke, trying to articulate his speech when all he truly wanted was to press his lips against hers, his voice slowly raising as he grew more tense. "It's improper in polite society for a married woman to act flirtatiously with other men."

"I didn't take you as one for polite society, William." She retorted, fingers ghosting over his shoulder "I thought that was something you aimed to destroy, sweetheart."

"You know what I mean." He said, red eyes piercing through her (eye colour) eyes. "What would everyone think knowing you've had extra marital affairs?"

"Now this really isn't like you," (Name) laughed, hand slowly drifting down to his arm "I thought none of that bothered you? We don't exactly have any commitments to one another-"

"It was implied." He cut her off, almost aggressively. How dare she bring up the initial regulations for this contract marriage when she knew the lines were blurred so heavily at the point, ever since they had slept together, no, ever since they had even kissed! His palms rested against the wall, just short of (Name)'s ears while she tried to stand straight, unwilling to allow him the upper hand. "During our past two years of marriage, you haven't expressed any interest in any men, and there is no need to change that now."

There was a short silence. The only thing (Name) could hear was her own rapid heart beat and the sound of William's soft breathing as he lowered his face away from her gaze. The position she was in was truly unfortunate, but not exactly unwelcome. He had both arms caged around her while she leaned against the wall, her knees feeling slightly weak as they bent slightly, making her feel much smaller than she was. She had retracted her hand from him, holding to wall to keep herself steady as she attempted to anticipate his next move. It was like chess, except with just the king and queen. Actually, maybe it wasn't that similar.

"And it does bother me," William eventually spoke, voice ragged and breathless "Ceaselessly. I hated seeing you with that womaniser. And when I had finally thought he was gone and you would turn your attention elsewhere, more only followed..but once we had both left university, I had to witness you sneaking off at balls, usually with that Lord Henry and-"

"So you did know who Theodore was?" She asked, irritated by his confession "And you felt the need to pretend you didn't, as if you weren't spying on me the whole time! God you are insufferable!"

"Not nearly as insufferable as you are!" He glared down at her.

"You know that they didn't mean anything to me, I don't see why this is even a point of discussion," (Name) defended herself, leaning her head against the wall "Why should I be held responsible?"

William unconsciously clenched his teeth, eyebrows furrowed together. "Must I make it any clearer to you? Are you really that foolish, that naive?"

"Perhaps I am, I'm just a stupid whore to you, aren't I?" She spat, a raised eyebrow as she waited for him to speak. "But I think I know jealousy when I see it."

"It's not that I'm jealous, it's just that.." he almost stammered before snapping, much to (Name)'s surprise. "You're mine, (Name). My wife, not Oliver's, not Lord Henry's, and certainly not Theodore Arden's."

Since when was he so possessive..? And why was it undeniably attractive?

His words hung heavy in the air, realisations to his rudeness hitting him suddenly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that.." he apologised, pulling away in embarrassment, averting his gaze. "I shouldn't have.."

(Name)'s fingers looped through his belt, grasping onto his arm as she pulled him back in for a fiery kiss. He was quick to return the gesture, his hands making theirway to her back and pulling her closer, seeking more of her.

"You're so irritating.." She murmured against his lips "I despise you with every breath."

He chuckled bitterly at her words, his lips parting and coliding with hers "And you aren't? Nobody has been on my mind more than you..you're a distraction, an obstacle. I can't believe I was foolish enough to marry you."

"Believe me, it hasn't been easy for me either," (Name) groaned against his lips, pulling his hair. "Can't you do anything right? Kiss me properly...I hadn't waited that long just for you to learn nothing from our previous encounter, or maybe you've forgotten."

"I promise, (Name), I haven't..I think about it constantly, to the point it haunts my dreams." He moaned as she bit his lip, twisting the doorknob to her bedroom and opening the door with a creek "But if I didn't, I'd trust you to help me recall."

She cupped his cheeks in her palms, walking into the room with him as he shut the door behind them, allowing them some privacy. "So I'm better than you at something for once, and you have no feelings of hatred? How underwhelming."

"I hate you." He said as he pressed her against her bedroom wall, the wallpaper contrasting beautifully with her skin. "I hate you so passionately I don't know what to do with myself half the time. I wish I could say I regret meeting you but then I wouldn't be here with you.."

"Mm.." (Name) hummed, her hand making its way to his hair again, her fingers tangling in those blond locks she adored "I hate you more..if you hadn't bribed me to attend this party, we wouldn't be doing this right now."

"Then thank God I did," he smirked against her lips, breathless from kissing her so long with barely enough room to breathe. His mind was hazy now, and he was just going to exert himself even further, but he didn't mind. Anything for (Name).

"Yo Patterson," Moran called out to the man in glasses "You- this was a difficult win.."

"I understand..it seems everyone had a hard time today," He pushed up his spectacles with his pinky

"What about everyone else? And the old man?"

"Albert and the old man already went to their rooms...William and (Name) left early, and I haven't seen them since, but they're around...and moneypenny's gone home." Moran explained

"Really? I brought some alcohol." Patterson smiled, holding up the bottle

"Sorry," The colonel smirked

"It seems Bond is already asleep..and I've come all this way..at least you can join me for a drink, Moran." Patterson said through the snores of Bond, Fred and Josephine who were curled up on the couch together.

"By the way Moran," He continued, gazing out of the window "I hope you didn't put your hands on any of the ladies during the tea party."

"I didn't have time for that! None of us did, we were all doing our jobs." He protested, already starting to get tipsy.

"Hm? I thought you said William and (Name).." the detective paused, shrugging his shoulders "I see you've finely seen the joy of hard work."

"You don't think they..?"

"You never know."

A/N: first false lovers chapter in months lol. The wait was worth it I promise. We’re getting closer to the final problem arc tho and that’s depressing ☹️ Anyways, I have finals soon but during the summer, I’ll be posting a lot more, I promiseee. Let me know if I guys liked this chapter because I made a few slight changes from my normal style soo. Okay bye byeee ‼️

#—false lovers 💋#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader

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dailydemonspotlight · 2 months ago

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Pixie - Day 110

Race: Fairy

Arcana: Lovers

Alignment: Neutral

September 13th, 2024

Kept you waiting, huh? As the unofficial mascot of the series next to Jack Frost, Pixie is no doubt among the most famous symbols relating to the series. While SMT itself is a relatively niche franchise, (surprisingly, given its connection to the giant that is Persona,) if you ask someone with even the vaguest familiarity of SMT to name a demon, it'll likely be Pixie. She's the tricky first partner of Nocturne, a frequently recurring character throughout many of the games in the series, and a perfectly emblematic figure for everything SMT as a whole is about- whimsy mixed with intrigue, with a slight splashing of horror. After all, Pixies are more than just pretty faces in the stories they originate from, so let's delve into the strange world of this archetypal fairy's past.

Pixies are actually a very common motif throughout much of England- while most famously originating in Great Britain, they recur in several areas, tying them to Celtic folklore closely, as their name may also originate in said Celtic areas. However, this has been disputed, as some argue it originated from the Swedish 'pyske,' meaning 'small fairy,' so the overall origin is rather controversial. However, we can pinpoint a concrete origin for Pixies, at least in some respects, in the towns of Cornwall and Devon, a pair of British towns who share quite a bit of mythology regarding said pixies. They're overall said to have a humanoid stature, though their actual size is up for debate in several stories- some paint them as being human child sized, others far smaller, though the general pop-culture consensus is them being very small, likely due to their role and importance in one of the most famous Shakespearean plays, A Midsummer Night's Dream. I'll save that talk for an eventual Oberon discussion, as we're not quite there yet, but they're very intrinsically connected to said play.

Pixies were very connected to magic and paganism, such as concepts like fairy rings, though they were separate beings from 'Fairies' themselves in some cultures- it's a very case-by-case basis, unfortunately, as sometimes Fairy is used as a catch-all term for small winged humans, and sometimes pixie, sometimes they're used interchangeably, etc, etc. Around southern Devon, an area known as Dartmoor, Pixies were a rather prevalent group who would commonly play pranks but were generally helpful, sticking around children and disguising themselves as children or as bundles of rags to catch their attention. Pixies seem to be generally agreed to not be malevolent, though they can cause quite a bit of indirect harm with their antics, whether it be playing around with children causing them to disappear or playing frequent pranks on adults in communities. Most famously of these pranks is one in which they cause a traveler to become 'Pixy-led,' in which they, well, lead a traveler astray and cause them to wander about aimlessly. To make up for this, though, Pixies are also said to frequently do housework and generally assist humanity when they need help, though this is still broken up by frequent pranks.

In terms of appearance, Pixies are generally seen as wearing very little, though there appears to be a very high valuing of bows within their culture- for the most part, they're generally naked, are very small, have a pair of wings, and look very young. While harmless for the most part, they punish neglect of children by stealing them away while playing with them from their parents, something that is actually far more of a general fairy thing to do, albeit minus the changelings. They're overall seen as a rather positive part of the British countryside, bringing joy and help in equal parts to many, though again, their propensity for bothering others and playing pranks may catch the ilk of some. Now, with all of that gone over, in terms of design in SMT... what is there really to comment on? If you think of pixie, you probably think of the SMT pixie, as it's a perfect microcosm of basically everything a Pixie actually is. 10/10, no notes. In terms of the games, Pixies are typically very early-game demons who have a specialty in magic, tying into their magical roles in folklore, and in many games they're actually the starting demon, most famously being in Nocturne, wherein if you take your pixie to the very end of the Amala Labyrinth, you can unlock...

SSSUUUUPERRRR PIIIXIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Which is probably one of the most iconic Easter eggs in the series. Overall, Pixie is an incredibly iconic and fun demon in the series, and one that I, and many others, absolutely love. Granted, I'm sure some have PTSD from the Demi-Fiend fight in SMT V, but... hell, whatever, it's Pixie.

#smt #shin megami tensei #megaten #persona #daily #pixie #smt iii #smt nocturne

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forgottenroderick · 3 months ago

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OOC | The Empress

felt like making crests, and so im back on this train heehee! ok so im thinking that maybe the white/silver in guin's crest is perhaps a nod to her mom's colors, so im thinking that's probs one of the main colors we're working w here and, w that in mind onto the charge!

as a reminder, doves symbolize loving constancy and peace, good tidings; represents the soul, the spirit of god; peace, purity, chastity; and argent indicates peace and sincerity

from [ this list ], the charges (in no partiucular order save the one i came upon them hahah) that felt most ~guin's mom~ lsdkjafsldkjf to me felt:

lion (probs white) -- dauntless courage; bravery, strength, ferocity, valour

winged lion (also probs white) -- prosperity, power, bravery, wisdom, royalty

golden fleece -- power, authority, kingship

pegasus (white) -- fame, eloquence, poetic study, contemplation; poetic genius and inspiration; swiftness

unicorn (white) -- extreme courage; virtue and strength; purity

sphinx -- omniscience, secrecy, mystery, guardianship, divinity, providence, intellect

pomegranate -- fertility and abundance

annulet/ring -- fidelity, mark of fifth son

fusil/diamond (probs white) -- travel, labor; industry; (of yarn) negotiation

lamp, ancient -- light, hope, purity, devotion, divinity, wisdom, intellect, good works

wing(s)/vol -- protection; swiftness; peace, flight, freedom, enlightenment

(i noted the cases in which the sigil is probs white vs the bg being white...idk if that really matters but here we are kladjsfkljsdf)

what do you guys think? (also, thinking abt this and idk if guin has any maternal family still kicking but even if they're distantly related they probs got a bigggg powerup at court the instant that woman died ironically enough lakjdsflkjsdjkf great husbanding, there, roderick! as always...)

POTENTIAL NAMES

also thinking of naming guin's mom elaine (the og ophelia!) given the arthurian connections and also the woman dying for love of a husband too concerned w another woman (who btw ~was guinevere whom elaine greatly resembled!) to notice vibes...what do you guys think of that? this name is v ancient and has lotsaaaa meanings but that thing i did about aria and eilionora's names include most of 'em! since this is, ofc, using different base languages, a basis for eilia's name and that of her mother as well which is why ive hesitated so long to just call her this hahaha

some versions:

elaine

elena

elina

eline

eliina

ella

elli

elna

helen

helena

hella

helle

leena

lene

ilona

these are all (except for elaine which is the welsh/french arthurian vers of the name) are of scandinavian derivation, like the visigothic language

another potential is dido, a legendary carthaginian queen who cast herself upon a funeral pyre when (in some versions) her lover abandoned her to go conquering. another hella old name manyyyy meanings by now but "beloved" and "wanderer" and "god + fire + woman" and "gold/golden" are amongst the most common/recurring

dido

dino

dion

dior

diot

dye

elisa

elishat

elissa

elsa

gusta

lilli

lise

tenney

side note that tenney might also serve as her ~house name instead so that's smth too idk

there's also

ophelia

who ~also famously drowned herself after her lover betrayed her. it means "help/advantage"

or, finally,

glauke/glauce

the second wife of jason who was poisoned by medea, his first wife, and means "gleaming/bright"

also obv down for any suggestions!! these were just some ideas based on the empress's own fate hahahaah

#ooc #guinevere varmont

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simonlynch · 7 months ago

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HI DEX I hope you've been well!! I see you've been Jack posting a lot and I haven't seen the movie yet but I need info about your s/i or your shop lore. Or just anything!!

♡ @eternally-smitten

thank you nat! i know i havent gone into much detail but it was because i was still trying to think through things. will put it under a readmore as well bc its fairly lengthy for an ask!

my s/i is named harley! they are an artist (and i use general artist bc they often dip into a lot of different mediums for their art), and use their platform to push for social change; they gained notoriety from a very hefty anti war effort in the 60s & well into the 70s through various public demonstrations and art projects -- it's why they initially were interviewed impromptu via phone by jack sometime during '68, though back then he was still doing radio in chicago.

fast forward a few years, night owls airs for the first time in '71. within the first year or so of running, jack (who has only heard of harley's recent projects, being an ny resident themselves) asks harley back for a proper interview, this time on the show.

it goes fairly well, with high ratings solely because before this, harley mostly kept out of the public eye, their art and its messages being the centerpiece of public consumption (think banksy), and jack really only having the means to contact them at all because of that mostly-unnoticed interview a few years prior. harley agrees, hoping to get their message out to a wider audience, but beyond that, harley and him just mesh well in personality and humor, and quickly become friends.

from there, they keep in contact as casual friends, with harls helping him with some writing once in a while until after a couple years (i imagine we're into '74-75 at this point) they quietly resign to a creative co-partnership after the us pulls out of vietnam (read: harley decides to take a step back from the big outspoken antiwar efforts and focus on philanthropy for affected parties, leaving them with a lot of downtime and a lot of creative constipation) of some sort, with harls splitting their time between their own art and being around to help with jack's show.

obviously harley at this point is absolutely in love with jack, but wholly respects his marriage and never breaks those boundaries, leaving it as a one sided, unreciprocated (?) crush for quite some time. after jack's wife gets sick and dies, though, harley presents themselves as a shoulder for jack to cry on, and maybe he realizes he was always a little in love with them too, and that it wouldn't be so bad to go through the next few stages of the grieving process alone...?

so. yeah! friends to lovers, with a lot of slowburn and quite a bit of angst thrown in 🫶 theres some fun hcs i have for them (like jack calls harley "ziggy" after ziggy stardust, since their fashion sense and gender freakiness is VERY similar to bowie's act...or maybe bowie got it from them...? 👁️) but that's the basis!!

sorry it is so long i just have been thinking abouy them nonstop for quite a few days now ❤️ i would LOVE to talk more abt harley and/or their relationship though so please feel free to ask anything else !!

#.jack #DEEP SIGH this was a lot. but thank u so much for giving me a chance to really sit down and talk it through to make sure it makes sense!!!#ily nat!!

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stvharrngton · 2 years ago

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"Don't drop the H-bomb on me during sex, babe, come on."

That's so fucking cute. He would definitely get all whiny about that. Especially if it was a strangers/enemies to lovers kinda thing and he's all "We're past that, first name basis. Actually no! Pet name basis. I am only 'baby'."

AHHHH IM SO GLAD SOMEONE ELSE LOVED THIS LINE AS MUCH AS I DID!!!!!

steve would so hate when you called him ‘harrington’ like in whatever setting but especially when you’re getting down to business 😭 he’d get so whiny and pouty about it fr

#the h-bomb it’s so dumb but soooo steve #k<3 #asks

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suugrbunz · 10 months ago

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hi anna!! i heard mota ships and came running 🏃🏃 so could i get a ship for that?

uhhh lets see i'm a pretty stereotypical enfj, so the mom friend in most of my friend groups haha i'm pretty quiet around people i don't know very well but boy if we're good friends i will absolutely talk your ear off!! i'm pretty empathetic and have a tendency to take on other people's negative emotions as my own which definitely leads to some long nights for me 😐 besides that i have a lot of hobbies, so i read a lot, do a buttload of writing (or at least i like to think i actually write) and i love listening to music! i'm in two bands as a guitar player/vocalist which is a lot of fun :) oh and when it comes to my looks, i have dark blue hair, pretty much dress like a depressed grandma, and am way too tall lol oh and then i'm currently getting a international relations degree! so if anyone talks to me about international politics i will go insane 😂

okay hopefully that's enough! this is so fun that you're doing the mota ships i'm super excited to see what you come up with ✨✨

ok based on what we know of the characters as of episode two!! I am going to ship you with (drumroll please)

︵‿୨Gale "Buck" Cleven୧‿︵

dude hows it feel to be shipped with the main character like if this were some canon ship, you'd be that blonde dame at the start. hows it feel to be her? but also on a funny note I hope you find his character attractive otherwise this is so awkward

yk what? you two met because our man fell in love with that voice of yours, perhaps you were singing an ella fitzgerald song and it just had him smitten because who doesn't love ella fitzgerald??

i feel like I managed to make that about Ella (yeah sure I'm on a first name basis with her, idk, I'm writing this at 2am, I might be a bit sleep deprived since I'm recovering from a flu) and not you... man may not dance with women, but he's enjoying some good music

he'll sit in a crowd whilst you sing, lazing around, but so smitten with you + happy to say he's yours (vice versa)

like his eyes just linger on you

like mmm yes love that's the emotion in his eyes

first date?

uh, well, how about just hanging out at a pub or something casual...like you two can chill, eat, and talk.

sounds like a plus to me

marriage?

we'll get there one day, just not today

first kiss?

I bet he's so fucking smooth about it

he just seems smooth about that

or maybe he's not

he doesn't dance...with women

Or drink alcohol

has anyone checked if he's mennonite or like puritan?

no but let's say he is really smooth about kissing, your first kiss will occur after some date, his hand just gently cups your face and he pulls you into a tender kiss

i feel like hes really touchy

just loves to hold hands

hug

whatever else people do

you can read your writing to him and he'd be so calmed by it

probably is a bit interested in your degree? not sure how often he'd bring it up, probably doesn't want to get you heated by the topic

but like he definitely knows the quickest route to annoy you

Being the mom friend, you might feel the need to take care of other airmen who serve with your... lover (if...this is a more canon era type of ship)

Feel free to do so!! :D

They're gonna end up scarred so like

go for it boo

oh song yeah so what's your song uh

Till there was you - Etta Jones 𖹭

(Feel free to ask for another ship when the series ends to see if I change my mind based on further character development)

#masters of the air #masters of the air ships #hbo war

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somethingboutafic · 10 months ago

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Friends to Lovers

make you never wanna leave by fairytalelights (E) word count: 9,126 (Omega/Omega) Harry is an omega teen who has trouble getting wet even when he's turned on, Louis is his omega best friend who helps him experiment. In a completely platonic way, of course.

i love you most by stylinsoncity (M) word count: 12,848 friends with benefits has always been enough for louis. until, of course, it isn't.

Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5 (E) word count: 24,526 AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)

Play the Odds by alivingfire (M) word count: 25,963 Harry and Louis are best friends since childhood who, after a night of drinking, find themselves locked in a bet: first one to kiss the other a thousand times wins. Wins what? They don't know. Glory, Harry supposes. Bragging rights, though those don't do much in this economy. All Harry knows is that this is one bet he can finally win. What he doesn't expect, though, is what happens when he starts kissing his best friend on a daily basis. Namely, he doesn't expect falling head over heels in love with his best friend. Now all he has to do is make sure the bet never ends, so he never has to stop kissing Louis.

Remind Me Again by momentofclarity (E) word count: 28,939 The romantic platonic friends to lovers AU where they are forced to speak about everything that has always been unspoken.

It's Been So Long by elsi_bee (Teen+) word count: 31,271 Harry Styles' first crush was one of his sister's best friends, a certain someone named Louis Tomlinson. And Louis? He just vaguely remembers Gemma's younger brother from back in the day. A lot can change in ten years. Featuring Niall and Liam as Harry's friends, flirting, fluff, and flashbacks to the awkward days of high school.

sweet like honey by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 33,117 Harry and Louis need money and they find an unconventional solution in the form of PornHub. It’s not supposed to be a big deal.

Listen To Your Heart by lovelarry10 (E) word count: 35,019 Louis has always been comfortable being Harry’s one and only. When Harry starts to branch out, Louis has a hard time letting him go. Harry is very lucky to have someone who listens to what he has to say, despite the fact that he’s deaf. He’s finally feeling like he’s coming into himself, but Louis seems bothered by his newfound confidence.

Bug Boy by FitzAndLarry (M) word count: 36,630 the one where Harry is obsessed with bugs and Louis can't wait for them to be Alphas together.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor (M) word count: 46,173 Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

I'm missing half of me when we're apart by hlftanna (E) word count: 83,867 AU in which OT5 are all in their 30's and a list from 10 years ago dares Harry and Louis to lose their virginity to each other. What happens when two best friends who are not only completely unlike each other but also the complete opposite of their assigned secondary genders find themselves in the position of fulfilling that goal despite Louis hating alphas and everything they represent and Harry being irrevocably and unconditionally in love with his best friend? Will they find to each other or will a stupid piece of paper from their Uni days ruin their friendship?

run away home by hattalove (E) word count: 106,008 louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart. it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.

nobody shines the way you do by wildestdreams (E) word count: 115,194 Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan.

Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10 (E) word count: 117,895 Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery. Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

Own the Scars by crinkle-eyed-boo(KimmieRocks) (E) word count: 144,707 Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

Of Mates and Men by bananaheathen (E) word count: 630,460 In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of. Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance. Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

#larry fic #larry fic rec #larry fanfiction #friend to lovers

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gaytransmalefeedist417 · 10 months ago

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Deep in Euphoria: Keys

Junno stared out the tinted window of the vehicle watching the strange world pass by at such a fast pace while sitting across from his interplanetary mate, Bjarnasson blushed with sympathy especially when they passed a few military houses with Christmas lights. The vehicle hit a bump in the road and Junno looked at one of the guards and they nodded to allow him to check on his encumbered partner. Junno approached Bjarnasson who was holding his undulating stomach full of fat and hybrid embryos. Bjarnasson grabbed Junno's tiny hand and placed it on his stomach. Junno felt some movement and rested his head on Bjarnasson's stomach.

The personnel pulled into the driveway of the dignitary housing. The guards step out first to check the perimeter. They wave the entourage to signal the "all clear" the Admiral and Junno stepped out with a handful of personnel. Junno was stepped through how to use keys and was given a tour of the place.

The personnel was moving Dr. Bjarnasson as Einarsson toured Junno around the master bathroom. They heard a thud and rushed down to the den to see the sliding doors being removed to move the imposing mass of the heavily pregnant Dr. Bjarnasson. He was clutching his ample bundle of blubber and extraterrestrial hybrid brood to protect them from being jostled too much.

"How are you holding up?" Einarsson inquired with concern.

Bjarnasson nodded with assurance and massaged his stomach and replied "We're okay."

Junno ran over to Bjarnasson and embraced him despite his arms not being able to go all the way around his lover's girth.

"If you need anything like clothes or food, not to worry we already arranged for someone to deliver what you need at the military's expense" Einarsson said before having the personnel present boxes of clothing and food from the commissary.

"We took the liberty of getting anything in your size made with natural materials and natural blends since we noticed that you seemed safe in the cotton jumpsuit we issued to you." One of the members said while presenting a shirt and pair of pants from a box to Junno.

The personnel leaves and Junno was left to his devices to move Dr. Bjarnasson to the bedroom, with all of his extraterrestrial strength while being careful with the hybrid clutch growing within his human mate.

When in the bedroom Junno asked "Even though we've known each other for a short period of time and engaged in interspecies breeding, I never got your first name due to being on a last name basis at the facility."

The doctor looked stunned from the realization. He also understood that despite this feat for the sake of science there should be an even more intimate and casual approach. Since they were equals in their own right. Plus they had this controlled environment to themselves so more notes to journal while also including not just a human approach but a universal approach.

"My name is, Elías" He replied, "Since you want to go on a first name basis to provide comfort plus we're to be hand rearing not just to make things feel less sanitized but to also learn not just about how the Euphorian species raises their young but also have an emotional understanding especially since I'm carrying Euphorian hybrid children." He said with a deep, primal, sense of duty while cradling his massive belly and looking down with a deep sublime expression. ...

To Be Continued...

#feedism needs a trans person in the mix #transguys can be feeders #transguys can be gay #aliensex #maleimpregnation #male wg #male feedee #transmalefeeder #alienonhumansex

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abyssalpriest · 1 year ago

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I think.... I really needed to make peace with that game and reconnect with him and remember him as first and foremost being the Day Sky to me like at the same time... I guess it's a No Shit Dei situation, Leviathan is a damn world-widely worshiped spirit he knows what he's doing he is ancient but like

I can't.... Explain in words how much of myself and my will to do spirit work and my stability and trust in myself was lost when I broke up w my ex, figuring out the little cult he had started surrounding this game I won't mention by name was...... A fucking cult and a section of a larger organised cult that he purposely kept me isolated from for Cult Reasons ie he purposely isolated members of his religious followings from each other in order to stop them piecing shit together and like.... Look. It was a cult.

I... Was so ready, when I worked with that game as a basis for my spirituality, to be insane. To be mad, to be on the border of humanity and the spiritual, to say weird shit. My power is partially in the sky and partially in madness and partially in the eldritch (one day I'll find a name for this since I don't like lovecraft and fiction-based connotations for myself, because surprise surprise due to aforementioned cult reasons that's a bit of a sensitive thing), that's me, the intersection of the day and the madness of communion with knowledge and God and the deep and dark tendril-based watery depths.... and I associated the eldritch with my abusive cult leader ex and the madness of the time was all me spouting his cult ideas and things that explicitly were made up to a larger audience, and the sky..... I felt like I was a piece of shit and I was so disconnected from so much of myself that I couldn't be a part of the sky. Today marks a change

I'm allowed to be batshit insane and still know what I am talking about. I'm allowed to be eldritch and not inherently be a danger to people. I am (a part of) the overarching Day Sky which always takes up huge swathes of space and has a presence and is liminal and transcendental and undefined - and also is neutral and doesn't rule over incarnated Earth nor is it more important than Earth, the sky and the earth are eternal equal lovers with different skills and strengths and techniques but remain in love. The sky is allowed to exist in neutrality. I'm so sick of existing in discourse online where one team has to be righteous and therefore deserves power over the wicked and the other side is wicked and therefore must be punished... I'm sick of microanalysing every little thing I do because it gets completely in the way of what spirit work is. For fucks sake man I'm able to sit here discussing views on human sacrifice with gods where we're allowed to have very different views without judgement, I'm allowed to say woah but it's a human life and they're allowed to say yes but you eat animals, can't we eat you? And no one witch hunts anyone, we can debate.... And we talk (unrelatedly) how I want to consume because I am a living being and a growing spirit that hungers, and does that mean I'm ready to be consumed? When the hunt turns on me will I be ready to be eaten alive? having intellectual conversations on these topics with ancient nature spirits.... Enlightening. Mind-blowing. Completely new ways of seeing the world and then completely new ways of seeing what I'm seeing... Meanwhile back on this plane if I say the wrong word that I didn't know was bad I'm expected to lie down and take it when I'm hunted for sports, not because we admit we're all animals who want to enforce order but because Im a disgusting beast....

I can finally admit I am gentle by force of will because I do not wish to harm people, I do everything I can to stick to my morals and be gentle, I am simply existing, doing my job, spreading information which is by itself neutral - not even teaching, just leaving my records of my Tantric evolving journey into awakening to my true self for others to see as a curiosity.... I'm tired of That Game I Mentioned (or the version of it my ex taught me) and the cult I was in surrounding said game colouring my vision and I am tired of not embodying the part of nature I have been since before discourse was a thing because; despite the fact I know I cry if I offend people let alone actively hurt them, I am listening eternally for every other humans opinions on what I am doing before I do anything. But I do not work for humans. Why have I been so upset day in day out about every little wrong thing I do, every off phrasing of sentences, tearing apart everything I am and do and hating it because it's all marred with hurtful clumsy problematic takes and uneducated opinions and dangerous ideas? Why am I paranoid about hurting people to the point of wringing dry all my experiences of all their character and nuance? I do not work for humans.

I am allowed to make mistakes and mess up and I will correct myself. I need to trust that. I need to trust that most people will just tell me if I do something that's a social faux pas and just talk it out with me... And as my Lord said, I need to acknowledge that I work for him, a spirit to whom humans have been sacrificed and many have lost their lives - but also because of whom we are here today and who watches over us and loves us actively and constructively and teaches us things that progress our civilisation forward. I work for something that is beyond what our human minds can wrap around and confine into human morality and discourse... And I work for him as in I don't just bow to him but channel him, he possesses me, I am one of his vessels, my eyes are his eyes whenever he wants them. He comes round to eat my food, to read my messages to friends, to give opinions, to rearrange my furniture, there is increasingly less and less divide between us....... Which means I have to be ready to transcend past human imposed barriers on thought and progress. And that means I, a part of the Day Sky, need to trust my Lord, and I have learned.... That I can. And I want to. I'm ready to trust again. Accidentally just highlighted the text from need to trust my Lord to the end of the last sentence and it was highlighted in day sky blue lmfao. Thank you. I will.

#ramblings //#Also something really really really just soft and nice about having let myself say Lev here because that. Is. A. Lot of things to me #Diary //

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joonclouds · 1 year ago

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The Price Of A Wish | 5

The third time you meet Jung Hoseok, you realise the last ten years has done nothing to the way you were drawn to him, with a force as sure and inescapable as gravity.

CHAPTER INDEX

Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Idol!Hoseok, Chaebol!Reader, OT7 bangtan show up too,Slow Burn, Unrequited feelings, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Fluff, (we might include some other things later let’s see)

The teacup clinks shrilly against its saucer as it is set down on your desk with a trembling hand. You press a finger to your temple. It's throbbing slowly, and the throbbing will not go away.

“Jungkook. Please stop staring at our guest.”

The comment startles him and the second cup of coffee (that you most certainly had not asked for but he had taken upon himself to personally make and serve) makes the rest of it’s journey to the table with a loud clang. Your assistant clutches the the tray to his chest with a small gasp and folds into a little bow, embarrassed. Though, he still sneaks a glance sideways and turns pink while gasping noticeably when he makes brief eye contact with Hoseok.

“S- sorry, noona.”

“Jungkook." You say, without looking up from your notes.

Hoseok notes that you say this like you’ve said it a million times before.

Hoseok smiles, trying to ease the tension in the room. "Comeon, ____. Give the poor boy a break."

"It's unprofessional, Mr. Jung."

"Oh, so we're on a last name basis now?"

"Unprofessional. I run a business, not a daycare. It's Ms. ____ in the office."

“Sorry! Ms. _____.” The wide eyed boy worries his bottom lip between large front teeth.

It was going to be a long day. With a small sigh, you wave him away, turning back to the documents on your desk.

“Thank you for the coffee Jungkook. We’re good here, you can go now.”

When you don’t hear the door open and close, you look up again to find Hoseok smiling at Jungkook, who looks to be on the brink of a swoon that would put any victorian era lady to shame.

“Jungkook.”

“Yes! Yes!” He snaps out of it, nearly dropping the tray but now standing at attention. “What can I do!”

“We can get a picture together later.” Hoseok stage whispers to Jungkook, and it makes the younger boy’s eyes go even wider. He nods his head vigorously with a wide smile and a scrunched nose. Hoseok suddenly has an image of a little overly eager bunny in his head.

"Thank you, Jungkook." You repeat again, this time with emphasis.

Jungkook's smile fades in a moment of realisation and mouths a silent "ohhhhhh". He nods in determination and mutters something unintelligible under his breath as scuttles to the door. You note that his hair has now grown out to his jaw (when did that happen?), and it’s fluffy at the ends. From behind, he looks like a little bouncing triangle kimbap. It’s just a little bit endearing, you'll admit.

When the door shuts behind him, Hoseok takes a sip of his coffee. Silence sits heavily in the air.

“You don’t use your last name in the company?”

“No, I don’t.” You don't look up from your papers.

“And you let him call you noona?"

A begrudging noise rumbles quietly in the back of your throat. “I’ve known him since he was in diapers.”

“Well, we’re feeling chatty today.” Hoseok mutters from behind his cup.

You ignore his comment, thumbing your way through a stack of manila folders on your desk and slide one across to Hoseok, who sets the cup down and opens it.

“A contract so early on?” He looks a little smug when he flips the folder open to the first page. It's such a good look on him. It's so annoying. You want to slap it right off his handsome face. “Look who's eager."

You resist rolling your eyes because well, it was unprofessional and in this moment you wanted to be the poster girl for Professionally Detached and Unbothered.

Was it just you or had his ego inflated twice its size daily in the past ten years? You can tell he's trying to push your buttons to get a reaction out of you, and he knows exactly where to press. You were just beginning to face the truth that maybe your heart hadn't made all the same changes your appearance had gone through over the years, especially when it came to Hoseok. All it took was a smirk and a sentence to ruffle your feathers; so easily he rendered useless your emotional detachment and the protective walls you'd built around yourself. And in the end... well. You were just you.

"It's protocol for anyone we agree to headline our masterclass series. The contract protects us from any associated damages like unfavourable press, and your intellectual property. If I had this my way, Mr. Jung, you wouldn't be sitting there at all. You're only here because the board voted you in, not me." Technically, the last part wasn't all true because you could have said no if you had really wanted, but he didn't need to know that.

"Mr. Jung?" Hoseok repeats the cordial salutation, and it tastes bitter.

"Yes, that's you."

Hoseok purses his lips. "Feisty."

"No," you counter. Over the last few bits of conversation you realise you've been leaning forward, and you make a special effort to recline back into your chair. "Professional."

With a tiny huff, he opens the folder again, holding it up to his face so that you can only see the top of his head. You make no move to fill the lull in conversation as he gives the contents a cursory read over. At this point, the less you said, the better. After a minute, Hoseok glances at you over the top of the file.

He's met with a raised eyebrow.

“Is there a clause you have a problem with?”

“No.”

“Are the payment terms not favourable? That’s negotiable if you wish.“

“No.” He abruptly shuts the folder and puts it back on the desk pointedly.

"What's not to your liking then?"

Hoseok's lips sets in a line, like he's trying to figure out a difficult problem. You could always tell when he was struggling to figure things out - that little furrow in the middle of his eyebrows was such a tell, even when he tried to convince you otherwise. It was a tell then, and it's a tell now.

“Well. I’ll give you a few days to look it over then. You can have someone send me the amendments, but in the meantime - “ you give your watch a glance, and then look back at him “ - we can head over to the conservatory to view the practice rooms if you have time.”

He leans forward on your desk and laces his fingers together, eyes searching your face, looking for even a hit of emotion but your brows are relaxed, mouth straight, and eyes flat and still and dark as a lake on a windless night. There is nothing there and he hates it. Hates it even more when he realises he cannot read you anymore. He doesn’t know why, but it makes him want to grab you by the shoulders and shake some sense into you. It gets an itch under his skin, like a pebble in his shoe, rubs him the wrong way -

“We’re really not going to talk about it, huh.” He settles on that, finally. Beating around the bush was pointless right now.

“Talk about what?”

“You. Me. Whatever is going on here?” He gestures between the two of you.

“The signing of the contract?”

“No.”

“Then I have really no idea what you’re referring to, Hoseok -“

“_____. Stop it.”

You set the papers you were holding and stare him down just as strongly so as not to belie the way the tone he's taken with your name still makes you freeze. If the way he’s eyeing you testily is anything to go by, he’s not going to let this go so easily. Hoseok could be the most stubborn, obstinate piece of shit if he put his mind to it.

After a few tense moments, you decide to give in. "Is this about the other night at the opening gala?"

"Glad you're finally ready to stop dancing around this elephant." Hoseok snorts and throws a hand in the air.

“You said your apology, I heard it. We've been through this already, I don't know what more you want." You reply levelly.

“Come on, _____. That wasn’t even close to a conversation.”

“Conversation, implying two willing participants.”

Hoseok gestures at himself. “Willing.”

“Participants.” You correct him, stressing the plural. “In case I didn’t make myself clear, this is me being very unwilling.”

“______, If you’d just let me - ”

Something rises from deep in your belly and presses against your chest- a ball of indignance, anger, resentment, general feelings, because how dare he -

“Has it ever occurred to you that I really don’t want or care to hear whatever you have to say to me?” Your outburst is sharp and so unexpected it makes Hoseok flinch.

"I'll only say this once. Who is this apology really for? Me? Or is it for you? Because somehow, after leaving me in radio silence for ten years, let alone what you did, my working theory is that you suddenly need something from me, so you're trying to get back in my good books. Or even worse, for some godforsaken reason, you grow a tiny shred of conscience so you stomp back into my life and demand that I hear your apologies and explanations. You come in here, upend my life so you can go on with a clear conscience? You don’t get that right. Just because the world hangs off your every word, Jung Hoseok, doesn’t mean that I have to.”

Your voice shakes a little on that last sentence, but that is all you allow him.

For the first time in a long time, Hoseok’s lost for words. There's a slight ringing in his ears. In his eagerness to patch things up, make amends, apologise, what have you, he realises with a sharp and sudden clarity that you were right. He’d not spared a thought if you had actually wanted to hear it or not. That whatever he was doing might be painful for you. That he might have been selfish. He thinks he understands that a little now, as he lowers his eyes to your hands, fingers laced, mirroring his own. You’re only half a desk away, but to him, it feels further than you ever have been in the past ten years.

“Look, Hoseok,” you begin again, using his first name, voice softer now, but back to the level tone you'd opened with before. Leaning back in your chair, you press a hand to your forehead briefly as you tighten the reins on your senses and responsibilities.

“We were... who we were ten years ago. We aren't those people anymore. Now, either way, we’re still going to have to work together, and I really do want the best for this program. I’m sure you do too. It’s going to be good for both of us. Let’s both just… drop this, okay? So we can do this amicably, professionally. Believe it or not, I don’t want to fight with you. I want us to get along well. Let us leave things as they were.”

There’s a sort of quietness in his eyes when he next looks at you, but it’s so fleeting you think you’ve imagined it.

“Okay. I don’t want us to fight either. I won’t talk about it anymore.”

He unclasps his hands and reaches across to extend one to you.

“We can be colleagues, then? Friends?”

You consider it, and him for a moment, and against your better judgement, you slide your hand into his.

“Okay.” You breathe. “Friends.”

He squeezes your smaller hand in his for a short moment before releasing it. It feels warm, reassuring, constant. There’s a short but much more comfortable silence as the two of you figure out how to re-orient yourselves to navigate this new dynamic.

“So you said something about viewing practice rooms in the conservatory?” Hoseok starts, and you’re glad for something else to talk about. Work. Yes, you can talk about work.

“Yes, I thought I’d show you some of the rooms today so you can see which you’d prefer best for teaching.”

Hoseok looks at his watch and then back at you apologetically. “I can’t today, I’ve got to start hair and makeup for a shoot on the other side of the city in about forty minutes.”

“It’s okay. Hmm.” You chew on the back of your pen as you flip through your planner. “Next week? Say… Friday, around three?”

“Works for me. There’s a cafe nearby as well, we can get coffee after if you like.”

You tense up, and clearly, it shows, because Hoseok immediately backpedals and you feel a little guilty. The two of you had agreed to try to get along well, and this was him trying.

“I mean, we don’t have to, if you don’t want to, I was just thinking, and I’m sure you have better th-“

“No, let’s do it.” You offer a small smile and he relaxes. “It’d be good for us to get to know what our creative and working styles are."

“That.. that’s great. I’ll text you, what’s your number?”

“You can call my office.”

"You're not really expecting me to -" Hoseok rolls his eyes and holds out his hand. “Give me your phone, ____.”

After a moment of you not responding, he raises his eyebrows and thrusts his hand out to you again, spreading it in a come on, give it motion. You pass your phone over, albeit hesitantly.

He taps away at the screen for a few seconds. His own phone buzzes in a missed call before he offers the phone back to you.

“Text me.”

You reach out to take it wordlessly, but at the last minute he draws his hand back and your fingers close around thin air.

“Text me.” He empasizes knowingly. You try not to feel like a child who’s just been warned not to misbehave.

“Fine.” You concede, grumbling. “Give it.”

He slides the phone into your hand for real this time and standing from the chair. You say your goodbyes, and when the door finally closes, you heave a sigh and clutch your pen just to have something to grip, because if that wasn’t the most emotionally taxing meeting you’ve had this week -

“______!” The sudden exclamation of your name and your office door opening abruptly shocks you to attention. Your drop your pen, eyes wide and back ramrod straight.

Hoseok has stuck his head back through the door, and there's a smile he's biting back, knowing that he’s startled you.

“Text me, okay?”

“Jesus, what the heck. Okay, okay, I’ll text you,” You grit out.

His grin shifts into a lopsided half smile, and it looks so much like what you'd have given up everything for ten years ago that your chest tightens, whether you like it or not.

“Just reminding you.”

And with that he disappears back behind the door, letting it swing shut. You eye it tensely for a few moments. Just in case.

When you’re sure Hoseok isn’t going to come bursting back in, you slump back in your chair, one hand on your chest to calm yourself, heart still going a mile a minute. Unlocking your phone to text Taehyung, you nearly choke when you see Hoseok has saved his number with a little sun emoji at the end of his name. It’s cute and you want to fling yourself out of the window.

Dont you dare. You say to yourself. Don’t you fucking dare.

So you most definitely hadn’t planned your week around having the second half of your Friday free so that you could go home, take a shower, reapply your makeup, and then head back to where you just came from. You’d just felt grotty from a long day, and it was just courtesy to be well groomed, right? Those two full outfits laid out on the chaise lounge in your wardrobe that you’re currently eyeing? If they’ve been picked out with slightly more care? You pride yourself on being always perfectly dressed and all this pomp and circumstance was most definitely not because you were meeting Jung Hoseok, stop it, shut up, leave you alone.

There’s a soft knock on the door, and your housekeeper Madam Han enters with tea and a small plate of cookies on a tray which she sets on the small coffee table.

“Thought you might need snacks for whatever life crisis you’re working through in here.”

You make a vague approving noise in the back of your throat, and when it becomes apparent you’re not listening, she comes up beside you to peek at what you’re staring at.

“Date outfit dilemma, Ms. ______ ?”

“Mmm.” You purse your lips. “Do you think the pinstripe - NO?”

Your voice shoots through two octaves, but Madam Han just tucks the empty tray under her arm with a knowing smile and chucks you under the chin softly. “Never could fool me, little sparrow.”

“Madam Han, stop it, it’s not a date.” You fold your arms huffily and drag out the syllables, but your cheeks color anyway. Your housekeeper had an uncanny way for making you feel like a five year old caught in a lie.

No, hold on, it’s not a lie. This most certainly wasn’t a date.

She appraises the two outfits for a moment. “I think the dark jeans with the pinstripe blazer. Professional, but casual. Men seem to love that dressed down look these days.” Madam Han smiles fondly at you.

“Yes, I thought the - no, this is not happening.” You take your darling housekeeper by the shoulders with as much love as possible and steer her to the door, grabbing the plate of cookies as a last resort and thrusting them back into her hands. “Here. Please take these back. I don’t want them so you should go put them back in the jar. Or eat them, take them to Jungkook, whatever.”

Before she can get another word out, you’re closing the door in her bewildered face and stomping back to the clothes. You let the decision stew for another minute before you grab the jeans and blazer off the chaise lounge, muttering quietly under your breath.

You’re a leg and a half into your jeans when your phone rings shrilly for the third time in a row. Hobbling over to the little island counter in the middle of the room, you answer it and wedge the phone between your shoulder and ear, shimmying the pants over your hips.

Taehyung’s voice floats through the receiver before you’ve even had the chance to ask who it is.

“I’ve called to offer my services in solving the outfit dilemma you’re currently eyeballs deep in.”

You grab the phone from your shoulder and scowl at it for a moment before putting it back to your ear.

“Why do people keep saying that? I’m not having an outfit dilemma.”

“Don’t scowl at me. You are.”

“Did you install cameras in my house?” You look around the room.

“It was a hunch but thank you for the confirmation. And you always do that ugly scrunchy face when you’re caught in the act anyway. It gives you premature wrinkles, you know.”

“Do not.” You huff, but you relax your face.

Taehyung’s laugh rings crackily through the phone. “So? Have you decided? Send me a photo.”

You grumble a bit, but you figure your fashion afficionado best friend should be at least useful in times like these. Times like these, meaning a very non-date meeting. You finish buttoning your jeans, pull on a white t-shirt, and slip your arms into the jacket. Moving to face the mirror, you snap a quick photo and send it to him.

There’s a short pause and a ping as your message goes through.

“Mmm.”

“What does that mean?” There’s a panicked edge to your voice.

“It’s a good date outfit.” A short pause. “The Dior bar jacket is a nice touch. Makes your waist look small. I’m sure Hoseok will want to put his hands all over it.”

“Taehyung! For the thousandth time, it’s not a date!”

“Don’t sound so scandalised, princess. Thank me for validating your choices later.”

You scowl at your phone and finger mash the end call button, shrugging yourself out of the jacket and chuck it back on the chair. Grabbing your work bag, you sweep the essentials on your dresser in it and head out. The jacket grabs your attention again as you’re about to leave - it looks a little forlorn, tossed aside. You consider it for a long moment before swiping it off the chaise lounge and stomping out of your room, muttering all the way to the car waiting out front.

“It’s not a date.”

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#my sunshine hobi ☀️#poaw #hobi fic #hoseok fic #jung hoseok #bts

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buthappysoverrated · 2 years ago

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1 for the idiots to lovers prompt, I'll leave the pairing to your choice <3

Thanks for sending this Lidia!!! Sorry it takes a bit and almost all my writing turned out to be a little stream-of-conciousness like so they’re always confusing lol. Really hope you will like this! Also I ended it here because I don’t know how to continue

Prompt: "I don't like them like that. Absolutely fucking not. What the hell?"

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma (it’s my comfort ship even though I don’t talk too much about them) (also it’s not Ed it’s Riddler)

The Riddler woke up that day in quite a pleasant mood. Today he needed to settle some business with Oswald; yes, it was the business day with Oswald.

He caught his face smiling on a piece of broken glass.

"I don't like him like that. Absolutely fucking not," he said. His reflection looked a bit rueful, but was still smiling. "What the hell," he snapped.

"That's funny," Ed said, "that's really funny."

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Riddler could work things out just fine, mind you; the problem was, judging from past experiences, feelings were messy and unreasonable and not something that could be just solved. Annoying, that was what they were. He didn't like puzzles that couldn't be solved. Those really shouldn't be inside the category of puzzles.

He was sure about how he had felt towards Lee. It had been some kind of passion. Same towards Isabella. Huh, he was almost sure Oswald had always known her name; that bastard just pretended to not remember it out of sheer spite. Oswald. Why was he thinking about Oswald again?

Oswald did like him like that though, or at least at some point in the past, he had liked Riddler like that. Riddler still wasn't sure how to feel about that. Love. Oswald had loved him.

He had loved Isabella. He had loved Lee. One could argue part of him still loved them; love changed how he was and who he was, and he had carried on with the changed pieces and fit them together to a new him, and he would continue to live on with them. Sounded weirdly sentimental, but this was the most accurate way he could describe it.

Both Isabella and Lee were pretty. Riddler supposed he could say Oswald wasn't bad-looking either; he had pretty eyes and sharp cheekbones.

He was 99.7% sure Ed was straight. It was an accurate mathematical term. He could show you the distribution of data to prove it. Central limit theorem.

"But this isn't about me, is it?" Ed said from the small mirror on his desk. "nor is it about Math."

"Why do I have a mirror on my desk anyway?" Riddler said tiredly and irritably.

"You pull it out when you're in a hurry but need to check if every single one of your hair is in place or something," Ed supplied. "Mr. Penguin has full-length mirrors everywhere and constantly checks his make-up. At least you're not that bad."

"Why do you call him that?"

Ed stopped, then started again: "I always call him that. You're the one on first-name-basis with the mob lord of Gotham."

Riddler rubbed his eyes. He really should stop talking to him. "And why are we talking about said mob lord again?"

"Because we're thinking about it. Because you're thinking about him."

#hy writes!#purrvaire #thanks so much for the ask!#edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #riddler edward nygma #oswald cobblepot/edward nygma #oswald cobblepot/the riddler #idek the ship name #okay and I'll rant a bit in tags #this ship is my comfort ship even though most of the time I don't feel like it's my favourite #I just feel like #the whole point is that not everything works out and basically nothing is fine for long #and exactly that is what's fine #There was this infatuation at some point for either of them to the other #and then there's the real understanding and unconditional love #and they hate each other so much for reasons and just for this #and then it still doesn't work out where part of the reason is that they don't want it to #It doesn't work out; they didn't even really pick up the pieces and move on #and it's not a tragedy #because nothing needs to be perfect and healthy and Fine to just be whatever it is #it's a happy story or as happy as it should be #okay I'll shut up now #gotham #dc #gotham tv #nygmaobblepot

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1. What is your favorite trope to rp? 3. Who are your longest rp friends? 5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write? 13. Is there one trope you can’t stand? <3 Your writing is lovely!

{out of paprikash} Awww, thank you so much! ^_^

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

I think probably the "we're both new here and don't know wtf we're doing but soon we'll be friends and/or lovers" one, heh. Joining new teams together, moving to new places near each other, and then just meeting and derping hard together as they both figure out life. I don't know why but I love that whole setup, heh.

3. Who are your longest rp friends?

I have three friends that I still talk to on a daily or semi-daily basis and one who kindof comes in at out, but all four of them have moved away from Tumblr over the years. All four have original OCs (two fandomless, one in the Star Wars fandom, and one in the MCU/Agents of Shield fandom) that I ADORE. They were so incredibly detailed in background, psychology, family, world, lifestyle, preferences, mannerisms, and even things like races and languages and culture where applicable. Just... *chef's kiss*. I wish i could create characters that amazing. To me, they feel as real and detailed as any canon character, in some cases far more so. They're all great writers and I have such respect for their process and skills. =)

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

Ned Stark. I used to write him back in the day (2014 heh), but I had to stop after really not very long because the Game of Thrones / ASoIaF worlds are so freaking complex. People, names, ages, Houses, countries, lands, forests, titles, rules, laws, wars, battles, events, holidays, etc. I'm sorry but I just do not have a brain to keep up with that level of detail, heh. For my own books that were in the same vein, I had to keep many info files to keep track of everything. The show and books were just too complex for me to keep up the level of knowledge that a character like Ned would know, given his age and titles. I can't like... not know wtf I'm talking about, he's the head of a major House, heh. Or was. And that was the other problem. He quickly fell out of relevance to the plot and other characters, and interacting with characters that were introduced much later on or older versions of characters like his children wouldn't happen or would be very weird because... he needs to die for them to be on that path in the first place. So yeah, it just... wasn't easy to keep writing him for those reasons. But I love Ned, he's my kind of muse for sure, and I wish I could write him again. =(

13. Is there one trope you can’t stand?

I don't... think so? Nah. I seem to love just about every setup or direction I end up writing, haha. I love it all. XD

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hallo~ noticed the matchups are open? i'd like to request both a platonic and romantic matchup, if thats okay :] {if you can include 2 characters for at least the romantic part that would be super awesome bc im poly and thats always cool. if you can for the platonic too that'd be extra-cool but ik its a lot so dw if you can't!}

my pronouns are he/they, and my online name is valorant. everyone calls me valor, though, and i let my close friends call me val. i'm gay, so for romantic matchups, men, please! for friends it doesn't matter, i get along with almost anyone. i'm about 163 cm, or 5'5, i think? american conversions are not my strong suit. my hair is naturally a light brown, but i dyed it black in quarantine and it hasn't washed out. there's also a white streak in my bangs {also dye}. it's mostly fluffy, in a pretty standard boy's cut. i'm really pale, and i have hazel-ish eyes im really proud of. i'm also east asian.

in friends, i like to look for people with the same sense of humor as me. ive got a kind of dark, dry sense of humor, so anyone who gets kinda put-off by those easily is a no. i can always tone it down, but they need to be able to take it at least a little. clinginess and hyper-positivity are big nos for me. i don't mind if they're a bit clingy, but if they're really needy i can't handle it. and i dislike people who are super cheery all the time. i love people who can debate me, since i like to have some pretty strong discussions with friends. if they can hold their own in a debate, it's brilliant. i'm also really fond of people who can give me a bit of space sometimes. people who share my same interests are good, so i'm fond of anyone who likes to read, write, or enjoys good music.

in boyfriends, i look for roughly the same thing. he should be okay with me being poly {it's best if he is too, but i won't mind if he isn't}. i care a lot about honesty and personal space. i'm a sucker for back-and-forth, and really like when he can match me. i can be pretty strong as a first appearance, a lot of people think im intimidating or snooty, so i like when they can parallel my energy. if he can meet my headstrong nature and my wit, im going to crumble. i'm also really fond of a rivals-to-lovers dynamic. i like guys who can have a soft side, but aren't too touchy or bold in public, and don't mind being low-key on a daily basis. if the outsider cannot tell if we're just good friends or literally boyfriends, its perfect. i also like guys who are taller than me but thats not important. i really like people who are secret romantics, and have a soft spot i can use, aha. im secretly a sucker for cheesy gestures, but i will never admit it. i can be a bit of a 'tsundere', if you will, so if he's either similarly 'tsundere'-y or if he's someone who likes the challenge of getting past that, it's amazing.

as for what i'm like; i'm a libra with a scorpio rising and aquarius moon. astrology isn't something i care about, but it's cool to study, no? my love language is quality time, i think? i can get pretty busy, so taking time out of my schedule for someone means i really care. but i also really like getting gifts. i'm ambiverted, and an xntp, i think. i can be really scary when you first meet me, apparently. part of that is the rbf, and i think the other part is that i dress like someone's young student teacher from the 1960s. i'm normally a sarcastic person, with a short temper. i keep that kind of bottled up, though. i'm the oldest son, so im used to responsibility. i think my "toxic trait" is that i can get bored of people pretty easily. i'm the kind of person who would stop and help an injured puppy on the side of the road but tell no one. its really easy for me to get lost in the "tough guy" front i put up, but i promise i'm really nice and a secret hopeless romantic. i hide my utter inferiority complex with a god complex, and i flirt with anyone i meet, even if i have no interest. it's just the way i talk, i always sound like i'm hitting on someone even though i'm just trying to hold a conversation. im good with languages and love literature. i have a dry sense of humor that can get kind of dirty-minded tbh. i steal habits from other people around me, like speech patterns and body language. i'm really perceptive, usually the first one to notice if one of my friends is off. i keep mostly to myself and a small group of friends and {apparently} im really hard to befriend. {some people like the challenge, though, and i find that super endearing.}

sorry this was so long! you can find me @/arlo-ish.

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Hi friend! Usually my character limit for matchups is 2 in total, but I’m stuck in quarantine bc my brother tested positive for COVID and I just passed all my college classes for the semester so I’ve got a looottt more time to write 😊. I gave you 2 romantic interests and 1 friend :)

I think romantically you'd do well with Arlo and Blyke

*Arlo has a very sarcastic sense of humor

*And Blyke deals with Isen all the time so he’s used to dry humor

*Neither of them are that clingy or overly positive.

*Both are p opinionated so they’d be willing to debate

*While Arlo isn’t that honest most times (he seems to be getting better at it), Blyke’s known for his honesty

*Both of these guys have a soft side that they don’t show very often

And I think you'd be good friends with Isen

*Isen’s got a very dry sense of humor.

*He’s not cheery all the time. He’s a little bit more cheery than Blyke but way less cheery compared to Remi.

*He doesn’t seem like he’s clingy

*As long as he’s not scared of you, he’s pretty good at holding his own

*He’s a writer

#unordinary #unordinary headcanon #unordinary matchups #unordinary arlo #unordinary blyke #unordinary isen #berriwords

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