#lorelei shut up

[mocksfate]

much love to dn.d characters who are non believers. as in, they are aware that the gods exist, but they never really listened to their pleas or helped them when they were in need. so, who cares? i'll carve my own path, i don't need the divine to watch my back. i'm the architect of my own destin-

[adelidae]

🖊️ lilith and lorelei :3

hiii <3 thank u for the ask :]

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lilith comes across as a lone wolf most of the time tbh. she's gruff. not very personable. people tend to stay away from her because she makes them uneasy.......most of the time she prefers it that way.

there are a few notable exceptions to this though and oscar is one of them. they've been companions for a long time and though their loyalty to each other has been tested they have yet to fail such tests. they actually enable each other a lot when it comes to their wilder sides. lilith is the devil on oscar's shoulder that tells him why not indulge in carnage? and oscar is the devil on hers telling her that it's her right to punish anyone who gets on her bad side.

relevant lilith lore i can't remember if i've said on this blog before; she's actually a plant/flesh hybrid. she has a plant-like exterior that contains flesh and organs and blood and bones etc. so if she gets cut she also bleeds chlorophyll and such. she's capable of manipulating that too in order to create a hard bark shell or thorny vines to protect herself. not to mention she can ALSO change her general shape and often takes the form of large beasts.

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lorelei my beloved <3 she's from my main untitled wip and i'm actually still figuring out just how she fits into things! in terms of connections to other characters, she's teo's best friend and azar's paternal cousin. she comes from a large family and considers teo to be one of her brothers, even if they aren't blood related. she also knows a little bit of magic! i'm still figuring that part out but it's definitely something that's handy to have in a pinch. between lorelei and teo, she's the realist.

lorelei actually grew up in a town built over a river system, so she's a strong swimmer and has grown quite familiar with skills like knot tying and operating small watercraft. i'm still figuring out what her family's trade is but i'm considering something mercantile, since they live in a town on the main route to the coastal cities.

one of the things lorelei values most is her family. that's actually why she decides to accompany teo on his mission to find his missing mother. they're her brother and aunt, family she's always known. she wouldn't allow teo to sneak off on his own and potentially get himself killed if she could watch his back instead. along that same vein, once she realises azar isn't happy with his current life she makes it her top priority to help him escape and be welcomed back to the family he's been forbidden from for all this time.

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from this ask game <3

[little-lovett]

20-something-year-old baby nellie lovett rockin out to better than revenge by taylor swift while cutting up pictures of lucy barker

[loreleilarai]

Crying

[trashbaget]

luke danes sitting on a park bench watching lorelei at her wedding shower wishing he was up there with her and all the tiny brides next to him are like 🥺🥺🥺 and SO AM I !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rissas]

thinking too many thoughts about my ocs.

ace and rowan look almost identical despite not being biologically related in most universes. the only real differences when ace's hair is dyed black are that they have different eye colors and rowan always has freckles where ace doesn't until he gets older. they have the exact same face shape & bone structure and both really cherish that physical connection & representation that they're brothers, blood or not. rora fits in perfectly too because she looks like a slightly rounder ace (they're blood related).

asja and kayjel look very similar too, but in their cases it's something they both feel very mixed about because they look like their mom. blah blah their mom disappeared when asja was 8 and kayjel was 11 and the twins were 9. nobody knows what happened to their mom & asja & kay both view their looks as an unfortunate reminder of her. plus asja & kay have a strained relationship. lowkey a little gamora and nebula ish. kay was always the golden child and asja was always the failure. so again, looking in the mirror reminds asja of kayjel and she's angry at him for a lot of reasons (not all of them right).

something something ace's family is so important to him despite him having no blood relations to ray (adopted mom) or rowan (adopted brother), and asje hates that her looks & genetics tie her so strongly to kay, the twins, & her parents because she doesn't consider them family. anyway.

oh btw ace's family loves asja. they're just another addition to family outings. invited to every family dinner. always at family outings. she has cried happy tears over this more than once.

[stxrsfxte]

Oops I forgot three

Dragonrider, Tiger of Natlan, and the Phoenix of Snezhnaya

Introducing -

Alya, codename Iskra, who's true name is Carina, Child of the Pyro Archon Mavuika, Member of the Tsaritsa's Fatui, and the 2nd Harbinger Il Capitano's specialist and most favored soldier

[yeonjuns-beanie]

Numb My Pain

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, friends to lovers lowkey, use of alcohol, talk of feeling numb, inference of depression, public sex, sex in a bar bathroom, seeking comfort in euphoria, marking, panty stealing…, biting, hair pulling, being alone in a bar, katoptronophilia(mirror sex), light overstim, (please don’t be like y/n. or do...) 

a/n: wrote this while listening to like crazy by jimin...would suggest listening to it as well while reading this just so the vibe is complete. hope you enjoy, per usual, much love and requests are open ! ~ nero

Mingi x female reader 

Word Count: 5.1k

Another night. It’s all your current life was. The same night one after the other, forever chasing the feeling of the euphoria you once felt for life itself. Your enthusiasm was stripped from your precious center with only your mortal shell left in its wake. It was like you weren’t even alive, just simply letting the hours tick by as you tried your best to seem present in the moment, even though that was the furthest thing from the truth. 

As you finished applying your gloss, you heard your phone vibrate. When you picked it up, a notification from your group chat flashed on your lock screen. Before opening the message, you looked outside your bedroom window and saw your friend’s car parked near your apartment building. You unlocked your phone, texting that you’d be out in a sec. 

Walking out of your bedroom, you grabbed your favorite pair of heels and gazed over your appearance in the mirror you had placed out in the hallway. You smoothed out the fabric of your dress, fussing with the material near your stomach. You looked terribly enticing, something you prided yourself on these days because it was one of the few times you could actually feel something besides the imminent numbness that drastically took over your mind. 

You walked into the kitchen grabbing a few bottles of flavored soju to pregame with on the drive to whatever bar you guys were going to tonight. Grabbing your purse from the couch, you walked out of your apartment locking the door behind you. Strategically you placed the bottles in one hand and balanced yourself down the stairs by leaning on the handrail. When you reached the bottom, you inhaled a deep breath focusing on the cool night air that rushed through your nostrils. 

Walking to the car you watched the windows roll down as your friends catcalled you on arrival. 

“Heyy, sexy.”

“Everyone shut up, my girlfriend is here. Hey Y/n/n.”

You smiled finally feeling something similar to joy, an emotion you could only find a distant memory of. You could always sense it but never get a full grasp of it. As you plopped yourself in the passenger seat your friend Lorelei simply moaned from the backseat. You couldn’t place whether it was directed at you, from the bottles of alcohol clinking as you sat, or both. 

“Please tell me you have a plum in your hands.”

“When do I not have a plum in my hands?” You turned your head around smiling while handing her the bottle.

“I also brought strawberry, didn’t want too much going on before we got in the bar ya know.” 

Your friend Fay chimed in from the driver’s seat giggling while observing the interaction. 

“Y/n is definitely planning on getting drunk tonight.” Your mouth hung open in disbelief wondering for a moment if you were that predictable. “And before you ask, yes it is that predictable because that’s the only time you wanna pregame, babe.” Nodding and throwing your hands up in defeat you cracked open the other bottle of soju taking a swig before Fay pulled out of the parking spot. 

The drive down to the bar didn’t even seem real. The windows were slightly rolled down letting a distinct spring smelling breeze overtake the car. Music blasting and the three of you laughing about random events that happened throughout the week when you guys weren’t together. You almost felt like yourself again but suddenly, the buildings you passed seemed so distant even though you had been in this area what seemed like a million times. 

You turned your head fully towards the window so neither Lorelei nor Fay could see the smile that you felt beginning to pain your cheeks fade, and your mask slipped for a moment. It was like everything was passing you in a high speed haze. All you could think about was how you used to feel and if everyone around you could feel the change in your energy these days. 

Were you hiding it well enough? Were they getting sick of you? Would this be the last time you hung out before they realized that you were going through another period of change yet again? Did they want you around or was it all out of pity? Before you could think of other unreasonable scenarios, Fay pulled into a parking spot near the bar. You reached down between your legs to grab the soju before handing it off to Fay to take the second swallow of it. The three of you passed around the bottles until they were both empty and you let them lay on the floor in the backseat. 

Getting out of the car you guys walked maybe a block to reach the building. The night air cooling your now hot cheeks. The pain you felt on the tail end of the ride was something on the back burner right now. Right now you felt like you were in your own personal music video. Feeling every possible sensation you could all at once. 

You were excited to enter the dimly lit and humid building. A sense of relief taking over because you knew at least for a few hours you could feel something. As you walked in you were almost stunned at how many people had crowded in already. You weren’t sure what happened in the past few months, but suddenly a lot more people knew about this place. A significant amount of bodies littered the walls and hallways of the bar leaving you feeling a little more charmed by the entirety of the night you had planned. 

You and your friends wormed your way to the bar and ordered your drinks, all three of you double fisting two plastic cups before walking towards the main floor where everyone was crowded at. The music was loud and you could feel the bass thumping throughout your entire body. As you tossed your first drink in the nearest trash can you began gently sipping on your second, careful to monitor how you were feeling. 

As much as you wanted to feel something other than nothingness and you were well on your way there, the last thing you wanted was to have to deal with being sick. Completely defeated the purpose of why you were out in the first place. You could feel your eyes get a little heavy and started to become aware of you getting a little more touchy with your friends. You were lost in the fluorescent lighting of the bar and the weightless feeling that was overcoming your body. 

Before you could truly lose yourself, you felt a certain need kill your vibe. Leaning over to Lorelei’s ear you spoke a little louder than usual trying to beat the music without demolishing her ears. 

“I gotta break my seal.” She looked over to Fay and mouthed ‘bathroom’ before she nodded and you all went to the bathroom. You left your drink on the toilet paper dispenser as you slowly felt yourself become just a little bit more sober feeling a sense of relief somewhere within yourself. As you came out of the bathroom, you set your drink on the sink counter and began washing your hands. After you dried them off, you finished off your drink, throwing the cup away. Fay looked at you as Lorelei came out of the other stall. 

“You good?” You nodded a little more smiley than usual. “Think I’m gonna get some water though.” You all wandered out of the bathroom and luckily for you, there were three open seats at the bar. You slowly sipped on your water knowing you were almost at your limit for the night but still wanting to savor that euphoric feeling. 

Fay was looking at you like she wanted to ask a question so you raised your eyebrows hoping it would be enough to prompt her response. 

“Do you wanna smoke tonight?” You thought about it for a second but realized even though the idea sounded great it would be a little too much for you to handle right now. 

“I think I’m good for tonight, but if y’all wanna smoke you can. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

‘You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m a big girl I can watch out for myself. Honestly, I’ll prolly just stay here unless I have to go to the bathroom.” 

“Okay, we won’t be long.”

“Take however long you want, I gotta sober up anyway.” 

Lie.

That couldn’t be further from the truth. If anything that was the last thing you wanted because this feeling you so desperately chased would fade away. As your friends walked out of the bar you swirled the ice in your water, with blissful moments of fabricated peace rummaging through your mind. Before you could get stuck in your thoughts there was a voice that pulled you from your head. 

“I see someone still doesn’t know their limits.” You turned your head a tinge of fear settling in your stomach, but that anxiety dissipated when you tilted your neck to see the tall blonde frame behind you. 

“Mingi?!” You stood up wrapping your arms around him for a hug. 

“What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since you left for your debut!” You had known Mingi since high school but you guys became kind of estranged as he prepared himself for his idol career. You’d touch base with each other occasionally but nothing elaborate came from it. And if you were being honest, you kept up with everything that happened even if it was from the sidelines. You had the biggest crush on him in high school but left it alone not wanting to interfere with his artistic endeavors. You had to admit, he just kept getting hotter and it was borderline painful watching him become the man of your dreams. 

With his hair so short and dyed blonde, he had a certain edge to him that you hadn’t ever seen before. He commanded even more attention than usual and it seemed like he was relishing in his new look, a cocky overtone shining in his aura. You motioned for him to sit in the seat next to you so you guys could catch up. 

It was slowly getting harder to pay attention to the words that were coming out of Mingi’s mouth, as you were distracted by the terrible beauty that was his face. You were paying more attention to the details on his face and how his muscles moved when he talked rather than the content of the conversation itself. You felt that haze wash over you again and a new feeling was overwhelming your body. 

Your eyes were heavy again, you swirled the ice in your water with your straw looking at Mingi through your lashes, trying to hide your smile by rolling your lips around your teeth. Mingi paused his story as the bartender handed him his drink and his voice pulled you from your wandering thoughts. 

“Y-You know you look incredible tonight…just saying.” You smirked at him, not dismissing the hesitation. You opted to brush off the validity of his statement by seeming unaffected but even a stranger could tell it stirred something up within you. In the dim lighting, you could tell his energy shifted and you wanted to see how far you could go. 

“I see you’re still stuttering when it comes to the ladies.” You smiled knowing he’d try to defend himself, but as he opened his mouth you just held up your hand. “I’m just messing with ya, and for what it’s worth I think you look pretty incredible yourself.” 

Chest puffed out and neck held a little higher, his timid nature was swallowed by something more arrogant. “Oh yeah, well what do you like the most then?” His smirk almost pissed you off but you were tempted with the excitement to insinuate something more. “Well I love the hair, but really I’m just a sucker for you.” You leaned forward nudging his shoulder a bit in a poor attempt to soften the blow of your honesty. 

“C’mon, you’re just saying that cuz you’ve been drinking.” He took a swig of his drink not prepared for your reaction. You finished off your water and tossed it in the trash, newfound confidence surging through your veins. “Min, if you’re implying that I’m too drunk to tell the truth, I’ll have you know I’m still sober enough to remember everything by tomorrow AND this is the most honest I’ll ever be.” He laughed, his eyes scrunching and the echo of his sounds rang through your ears soaring over the music. His smile made flowers bloom in your darkest pits and you hated the feeling that was regurgitating its way up your throat. 

That crush you had never went away. Why would it? He was everything you wanted and more. In fact, every time you had the chance to see him it got worse. Because somehow in the back of your mind, you felt you’d never be good enough for him or anyone for that matter. But fuck it. Why not pretend, even for a moment,  that you were? That you were worthy enough to at least get a taste of him. 

You both stood up, your heels placing you at the perfect height to reach his ear. You shelled your hand around it and uttered a truth you previously were petrified of revealing. “And with that same honesty, I’m about to bare all my bones here. I want you in every way imaginable.” You stepped away, not wanting your heartbeat to give way to your anxiety. You needed to keep your cool. 

Mingi’s eyes followed your body as you backed away, committing every part of you to memory. His pupils were blown but you were too far away to see. With an overwhelming sense of exultation and a devastating aura of lust, Mingi was in the palm of your hand. 

He didn’t even respond, he just grabbed your hand and dragged you through the crowd of people, and led you to the upper level. Once you made it up the stairs, you were more than relieved to notice that the only people up here right now were the DJ and a few others looking over the balcony. While Mingi stared at the people hanging over the balcony, you swapped roles and you pulled him into the bathroom behind you guys. 

You locked the door, thankful for the fact that the stalled bathrooms were only downstairs. The light was dim and seemingly on the verge of burning out. The bass of the music rattled the walls, the graffiti on them dancing with every pulse. Mingi pressed you up against the door, his frame shrouding you. Even though you were comparable to his height in your shoes, the way he was devouring you with his eyes made you feel incredibly small. 

You looked up at him, eyes heavy with residual alcohol and blooming lust. Your hands wandered his upper body, finding haven at the nape of his neck playing with the hair that ignited this whole excursion. 

“Kiss me, please. If it’s the only thing you do, I-“, he cut you off with his lips slamming against yours. It was messy and urgent, kissing you like you were gonna disappear at a moment's notice. His hands encased your waist, making you feel dainty in a way that you never felt before. 

His hands ravaged your body, pawing at your skin trying to bring you closer in any way possible. His lips trailed away from yours allowing you the chance to breathe, but your breath was stolen just as quickly as he moved to pay attention to your neck and that special little spot right under your ear. Your body shivered and you unconsciously rolled your body into his granting you the knowledge of the growing bulge in his pants. 

“Jump.” 

You didn’t even give yourself the chance to think otherwise. Not letting any self-deprecating thought sour the moment. Your dress rode up as you wrapped your legs around his waist and his hands found comfort in squeezing the delicate flesh of your thighs. He turned both of you around placing your body on the edge of the sink. 

“You’re so fuckin beautiful.” 

It was a fact to him. He didn’t need to elaborate; he meant every word. His lips found yours again and rolled his hips into yours, desperate for some type of friction while he was slotted in between your legs. You pulled away from him, cupping his face in your hands trying your best to find sobriety so this wouldn’t just be a faint memory come morning. 

Enveloping your lips on his, you were lost in the feeling again. That is until, you heard a vibration coming from the floor. Your phone. Reluctantly you pulled away, your intuition telling you it was your friends. Before you picked up you had a lie prepared. Reaching it out of your purse, Lorelei’s contact photo flashed on your screen. Swiping the call button you answered. 

“Where are you??” You sighed amping up your fib. “I’m in the bathrooms upstairs. Wasn’t feeling too well.” 

As you were crouched down hovering over your bag, Mingi saw this as a perfect opportunity to toy with you. He pushed himself off the sink and shrouded his body over your own, rubbing the sides of your legs before his hand trailed up your thigh and ghosted over your heat. 

Your breath hitched igniting concern in your friend. “Y/n, are you sure you’re okay?” Internally trying to calm down your heart rate and arousal you found your voice. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I promise. Imma just be a few before I come back down I’m s-sorry.” You almost could feel his smirk as you stuttered over your words. He picked up his pace, rubbing acute circles over your clit. 

“Okay. Call us if you need anything we’ll be down by the main floor.” You hummed in response and ended the call as fast as you could, throwing your phone back in your bag. You wormed your way up out of Mingi’s frame and he followed your movements. You went to push on his chest but he was faster. 

Backing you up against the sink again, he picked you up and wrapped your legs around him. He moved your dress up further so that your panties were exposed. His lips were on yours, urgency and heavy breaths being the only thing exchanged. 

You moaned into him as his large hands palmed at your breasts over the material of your dress. Never did you think something so simple would be so restrictive. Your hands were back in his hair and you pulled away from his lips, dragging his bottom lip with you. Something reminiscent of a growl emanated from his throat as you wiggled the straps of your dress off, allowing your tits to be viewed in all of their tempting nature. 

“I’ve wanted you so bad, baby.” 

He moved his attention towards your neck, sucking a dark mark of him in memory of the moment he finally could lay his hands on you. His lips trailed down your body ending their journey as he wrapped his lips around your nipple. Sucking and biting gently at your sensitive skin as his fingers played with your other delicate bud. 

You rolled your hips against his and you began to grow frustrated at the lack of contact. Snaking your hand in between your bodies, you tampered with his belt trying to get it out of its buckle as fast as you could. With the restraint of it falling limp against his pants, you undid the button and zipper and wormed your hand into his pants. Finally feeling something other than his lips. 

Mingi’s mouth detached from your nipple,  moaning out something close to a whine just a little bit too loud. His breathing heavier, he looked up at you, his eyes blown black. His eyes were glistening with want and you stared back at him with equal intensity. Slowly adding more pressure as you palmed him through his underwear. Your lips found his again, biting and pulling away as he rolled his fingers around your nipple again. 

Moaning out, you were suddenly violently aware of how your slick was soaking up against the fabric of your panties. With every move you made you felt the wetness between your lips become more and more unbearable. Pulling Mingi by his belt loops, you forced him to look at you.

“Mingi, please. I need you so bad I can’t take it.” He scoffed, letting his neck fall into yours biting at the skin. You didn’t care where you were anymore, your moans were louder and your desire was even louder. You needed something. Mingi’s hand slipped down underneath your dress teasing you through the fabric. 

He began to kneel, separating your legs a little further apart. You felt his breath fan against your thighs and it sent jolts of excitement to your core. As much as you wanted to feel his mouth send you into various stages of oblivion, you were crunched on time and didn’t want your friends to start looking for you. 

You threaded your fingers in Mingi’s blonde locks, committing the feeling of it to memory and you angled his head up to face you. His eyes were glassy with lust, lips swollen, and a faint sheen of sweat was cast on his skin. You were almost certain that if you were to turn around and face the mirror you’d look the same. 

“As much as I’d love to have you like that, I’d hate for our time to be cut short. If I take too long they’ll definitely start looking for me.” Mingi rose back to his feet, his hands engulfing your face. His eyes told you he felt like this would be the only time he’d have you. 

“We’ll have plenty of other times to explore that with each other.” 

“Other times?” His brow cocked and a small smile began to pull at the corners of his lips. 

“I’m not having you just once. I’ve waited too long for just once.” 

Mingi’s lips were on yours in a flash and the passion you felt made you feel worshiped. Mingi tapped your thigh as a signal to lift your hips. Bracing yourself on the sink, he pulled your panties off and stuffed them in his back pocket. Removing his hot and salacious cock from its confines, he nestled his face into your neck biting at the skin. 

You felt the head of his cock brush up against your folds and you whined and rolled into him. The anticipation being far too much to handle and left you more than needy. He looked up at you, features full of wanton mischief. He pushed his tip in, hand cradling your neck. 

“Let’s make our first time one to remember then.” 

Inch by inch he slid inside of you, the stretch of him feeling better than you could have ever imagined. As he bottomed out, both of you moaned out and kissed each other with equal fervor. His hips rolled at a slow pace, making you savor every inch of him. You were grabbing at every part of him needing more from him. You bit at his lip grabbing his attention, he looked at you eyes blown and heavy. 

“Faster Mingi, please. I need more.”

Something about the desperation in your voice tipped something off inside of him. You felt him become domineering within a second but it was precisely what you needed in your current state. He slipped out of you and you whined out a tiny ‘no’ before he turned you around making you face each other in the mirror. There was a sort of sadistic and coquettish smile decorating his face as he reentered you causing you to moan out in pleasure—no time to moderate the volume of your sounds. 

“You need more, baby? Wanna cum around my cock?”

Mingi threaded his hand in your hair gripping at the base so you could face him. Your brows were furrowed in desire, your breath heavy. You tried to find the words to respond but all that came out was a frenzied nod and your cunt occasionally squeezing around his length. 

“Words, princess.” 

“Please Mingi. Let me cum around your cock. Please move, don’t make me wait an~ah!”

If you begged anymore, there wouldn’t be much of a moment left between you two. His pace was unrelenting, your walls clinging to him like your life depended on it. “God you’re so tight, baby, fuck.” His head fell back in pleasure, his grip on your hair releasing and your head falling forward. You gripped the sides of the sink poorly trying to ground yourself as your knees weakened at the pleasure. 

You raised your head, getting a glimpse of how completely fucked out you looked. Your face was flushed and tears were beginning to well under your lids from the overwhelming sensations you were feeling. Losing all sense of control when your eyes trailed up to Mingi. 

“Oh fuck!” 

You could feel a familiar warmth begin to pool in your core, your silken cunt sucking him even further inside of you. The music was still littering the building somehow adding all the more to the sensuality of the moment. You were brought from your thoughts as Mingi groaned and grabbed your wrists one by one bringing them behind your back. Lifting you so you were flush against his chest, this new angle had you stricken with zeal. Your walls were fluttering around him and you could feel your climax on the horizon. 

Mingi groaned above you and the sound brought you right to your edge. You wrapped your hand around his neck trying to grab any bit of him. Panting you looked at him through the mirror, the sight of him something you’d know would plague your memory for the days to come. 

“Mingi, I-I’m gonna cum!” 

“Me too, baby, fuck. Where do you want me?” 

“Inside Mingi. M-make me yourss~.” Your voice trailed off into a small squeak, too enveloped in the pleasure. Mingi moaned, his head falling back into the crook of your neck his breath sending chills throughout your body. “God, you’re so fucking hot y/n.”

 Mingi let go of your arms and let you catch yourself on the sink. His thrusts were becoming more and more sloppy and you could feel his breaths quicken with each second. As he brought one of his hands down to your aching clit and brought you to your peak, the sounds that erupted from your throat were impossible to contain. The heat flooding your core finally exploded throughout the entirety of your body and left you in sheer euphoria.

“Fuck! Mingi! I’m cumming I’m cumming!” 

“Me too, baby. Me too~uh!”

As Mingi lifted his head from your neck, you looked at him through the mirror still feeling the aftereffects of your orgasm. Pleading with him with your eyes your voice hoarse you sent him over his precipice. 

“Cum inside me, I need it so bad, baby. Wan’ feel you.” 

With a string of expletives leaving his mouth, you felt his seed spread throughout your saccharine walls. You milked him through his orgasm, watching him unravel in the mirror. The bathroom was humid now and the stench of sex filled the air. As Mingi pulled out of you, you felt his cum begin to dribble out, but before it could escape your pussy, his long fingers pushed back in as much as he could. Your messy cunt sensitive to the action. 

Your body was tired, Mingi turned you around and cupped your face before he found his lips on yours again. The kiss was much less urgent than the ones you shared previously and you relished in the softness of it. Before you lost yourself in the kiss, you felt his cum begin to trail down your thigh. Pulling away you went to grab a paper towel, but he was one step ahead of you. Reaching behind him he grabbed the towel and wet a part of it, gently wiping up the mess on your legs. 

Tossing the towel, he placed his hand under your chin looking at you with an intense softness. “You okay?” You nodded, a small smile crossing your face. As Mingi situated himself, you waddled to the toilet letting the rest of him drip out as you peed. As you got up to flush, you turned to Mingi. 

“Can I have my underwear back?”

“Nope. Keeping it as a souvenir.” 

“Seriously?” He nodded, lips rolling around his teeth obviously pleased with himself. You shook your head somewhat surprised by his admission. Washing your hands, Mingi was standing behind you watching your every move. It flustered you and you let out a small giggle to yourself trying to quell your nerves. 

“What is it?” His voice made you smile to yourself and you knew you were in far too deep than you expected. 

“Nothing, nothing.” Drying your hands, he came up behind you hugging you from behind. 

“Tell mee.”

You turned around to face him, “Really, I was just thinking about you.” Looking up at him you wondered how you were ever gonna come back from this. Your mind was rattling with so many different questions and it was translating to your face. 

“There’s a lot more goin on in there besides me, y/n.” 

“This isn’t the last time we’re gonna see each other, right?”

“Definitely not. Was kinda hoping I could follow you home actually.” 

Your eyes lit up elated that he wanted to spend more time with you outside of this moment. Picking up your bag from the floor, you fixed yourself in the mirror one last time before turning to grab the knob. 

“Let’s go home then, I’m pretty sure they’re sick of waiting on me.” Before you could open the door, Mingi placed a quick kiss on your cheek and you bit your lip trying to lessen the smile that was about to spread. When you opened the door, the air was significantly cooler. Your stomach dropped when you saw your friends sitting on the bench near the bathroom and you realized the looming body behind you was in plain sight. Lorelei looked up from her phone noticing the light peak out from the bathroom. 

“No fucking way.”

[slutforwwewomen]

Fantasy (Ghostface)

Part One.

LivMorgan X Fem!Reader X RheaRipley

Warnings - Mentions of blood, knife’s, all that stuff. you can’t watch horror movies, then I’d suggest not to read this. Eventual smut at some point.

Summary - Weird things have been happening lately. You keep getting calls from unknown numbers, every time you answer it, there’s just heavy breathing. Until finally, they speak up.

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Murder.

That’s what is happening in my small town. As long as I’ve lived here, I’ve never known of anything like this to happen.

Maybe a few robberies here and there, but nothing like this.

What makes this even worse is that I’ve been receiving calls from these unknown numbers. Heavy breathing and sometimes this…low pitched growl noise.

I’ve been wondering if this could be the killer, but I always come to a point where I believe it’s just some kids prank calling, trying to scare others.

I work morning shift at my job, meaning I get off later during the day. I work at the diner owned by my mom and dad. I’ve always been here with them, so I know pretty much all of our customers.

Except for the few drunken truck drivers who pass through here and there.

As my shift ends, I tell my parents goodnight and I clock out. I walk outside to my car, get in and go to crank it up.

But...

It wasn't starting.

"Shit!" | screamed.

All I wanted was to go home and get some sleep.

Tomorrow is halloween. So the diners gonna be busy and I have to fix up some of the decorations out front.

I pull my phone out, seeing if I can call a taxi to come and get me.

I get a call.

"UNKNOWN NUMBER" again..

"Hello?" I say aloud.

No response. Only loud, heavy breathing.

The deep breathing was the only response I was getting. No words, no hello, no greeting...Just the breathing.

“Hello?” I say again.

“You know... you're not supposed to answer calls at this hour..” A voice finally speaks up. Its deep. Raspy.

“Who is this?” I ask.

“No no.. I ask the questions.” The person says to me.

The voice chuckled a bit, before clearing their throat. “Do you like scary movies, Lorelei?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Nuh uh, answer the fucking question bitch.” The voice says to me.

“No- What? Why does it-Just..please stop calling me!” I hang up.

My heart dropped. What the fuck was that.

I try my car one more time.

It finally cranks.

I don’t think I’ve ever drove home faster. As soon as I stepped in the door, I slammed it shut and made sure to lock it. I went around, checking my windows and doors..making sure no one could open them.

I was scared shitless.

I sit down on my couch, trying to calm myself down.

“It’s just a prank, that’s all.” I said to myself, breathing in and out.

After about 15 minutes of repeating this and breathing in and out, I go upstairs to my bedroom. Ready to wash this day away.

I grab my clothes, and walk to my bathroom.

I shut the door behind me, making sure to lock it as I was still paranoid, and placed my clothes on the sink. I turn the water on in the shower, steam immediately beginning to fill the air. I get undressed and step in.

I begin washing my hair, but suddenly I hear the bathroom door knob wiggling as if someone is attempting to open it.

I shrugged it off, thinking it’s just my mind playing tricks on me.

But it happens again.

This time, I stick my head out, watching the doorknob rattle.

I turn the water off slowly.

Suddenly, loud banging on the door begins.

I scream but cover my mouth immediately, as if the person doesn’t know I’m in here.

“I know you’re in there. I can hear you.” This person speaks out behind the door.

I look at the counter, my phone not there as I left it in the bedroom.

“Shit!” I scream.

“Ahhh there you are.” Says the person.

The banging and rattling begins again.

I rush out of the shower. Grabbing my clothes and throwing them on.

I was not about to die naked.

“Open the door. I’m not gonna hurt you. Come on..I just want to have a little fun, yeah?”

Holding back tears, I run and stand on my toilet, trying to open the window that sits above it.

My heart rapidly beating, palms becoming sweaty. Filled with instant panic, fear for my life.

I finally get it open, but the only thing is, I’m on the second floor.

Suddenly the door is broken down, a tall black figure rushing at me with a knife.

I decide to take the risk, I jump out of the window. Landing on the patch of grass next to my driveway.

The land twisted my knee but I can’t stop due to that. I get up and run as fast as I can to a nearby house, banging on the door.

“PLEASE HELP, THERES SOMEONE AFTER ME! HELLO? PLEASE!!!” I scream whilst banging on the door.

The door opens up, an older lady asking me if I’m alright.

I beg her to call the cops, too tell them someone’s in my house, and she does just so.

She sat me on her couch, wet and all. She gives me a towel and a blanket, telling me the cops should be arriving soon.

Small Time Jump!

After arriving at the hospital, the nurses put me in a room. Checking me out to make sure I’m okay, also checking my knee to see what happened. When the nurses are done, the cops follow in after them.

The cops sit down, now asking me questions about what happened exactly.

I tell them everything I knew. Including the calls I thought may have been random kids.

After about an hour of talking with the cops, they leave me be.

Sometime after, my mom and dad came in.

She ran into my arms, tears immediately falling from both of our eyes.

Everything felt okay at the moment.

“Baby I’m so glad you’re okay.” My mom says.

My dad following behind her. “Me too.” He too comes up to me and hugs me.

“I was so scared..” I speak up, my voice slightly raspy due to my screaming.

“You’ll be okay baby. You’re a strong girl.” My mom caresses my face with her hand.

I nod my head.

“Are you hungry?” My dad asks. “I can run to the diner and make you something?”

“Uhm- Yeah. I am. Thank you, dad.” I smile at him.

He nods to me and then walks out.

“I’m gonna go find a restroom, hunny. I’ll be right back, okay?”

I smile at my mom and nod in affirmation.

After my mom walked out, the nurse followed in after her. “Your mom’s on the line.”

My mom?

It was probably my dad, using mom’s phone.

I pick the phone up. “Hello? Dad?” I ask.

A deep voice responds. “Guess again.”

No.

Oh god.

“What do you want from me..” I ask, tears once again forming in my eyes.

“All I want is for you to answer my questions. Can you do that?

“You’re not gonna leave me alone are you?” I question.

“That all depends on your answers.” The person says. “Tell me, Lorelei..Do you like scary movies?”

“Mhm”

“What’s your favorite..scary movie?”

I answer, holding back my tears and sobs. “I- It’s..The Exorcist.”

The killer lets out a slight laugh. “Good pick.” They say.

“I’ll start you off on some easy questions okay? Let’s say a…practice round, yeah?”

“Okay.” I mumble out.

“Friday the 13th. How did Jason die?”

“I- he uhm…I don’t-..” I get cut off.

“Oh come on..don’t say you don’t know? Think, Lori.”

“Drowned. He drowned!” I say.

“Ding ding ding! Correct!”

“Just a couple more..When did the original IT movie come out?

“1990! I know this one!” I say. Getting a bit more confident in myself.

“Mhm, good job, alright.. last one, What is the song played at the beginning of Halloween II?”

“Mr Sandman! Yes, I know this one!” I scream slightly.

“Wow! Someone knows their stuff…” The person says.

“I won right?! Did I win?” I ask.

“Oh no no..that was just the practice round, remember?”

“Time for the real round. What item did Nancy pull out of her dream in Nightmare of Elm Street?”

“What? I- how am I supposed to know this? I don’t..”

“Don’t leave me hanging Lori! Come on…I’m sure you know it.”

“I don’t- I’ve never seen that movie! Please.”

“What’s the answer lori?”

“I don’t know!”

“Is that your final answer?”

“I- fuck!” I hang up the phone.

I get up off the hospital bed and try to run to the hallway, but suddenly I’m grabbed.

“You hung up in my face Lorelei! That’s not very nice…”

The killer grabs my face, shoving a rag in my face.

One second I’m awake.

The next, I’m not.

A/N - Hi again! This is only part one to the story, if it seems a bit rushed, that’s cause it is. I wrote this quickly, just to see and get a feel of what I really wanted. I promise part two will be much much better!

[oneknightstand-if]

ROs reactions to MC going around introducing themselves as their husband/wife ? Also bonus if F MCs also stuffs a billow under their clothes and say something like " Yeah we are pregnant four months in and so deeply in love and happily married!♡"

(Crushing and relationship stage)

In the crushing stage they're all doing some variation of the MC reinacting the rings marriage scene or the MC asking for child support with pillow stuffed down their shirt scene.

Relationships

Merlin: This is how Merlin usually ends up married. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Adrian: *see the actual game for how he reacts to this*

Arthur: *has a long talk with the MC about the repercussions of being married to him and how even claiming so in jest can be dangerous*

Percy: . . . . . . *oh lord did he accidentally get married again?!*

Cassandra:

Maybe she's the one who should've given the talk about the dangers of being married to her instead of Arthur

Vivian: *Merlin runs up and clamps the MC's mouth shut before they can say anything else because OH BOY THE REPERCUSSIONS OF CLAIMING THAT REGARDING A FAE*

4̴0̴4̷ ̵E̶r̵r̷o̵r̸ ̶N̵o̶t̴ ̸F̴o̷u̵n̴d̵: The other Harbingers are holding an intervention for the MC

Gwen: You're married now.

Lorelei: Whoa, whoa, whoa slow down, bub, she hasn't finished her subplot yet!

Broderick: ....is this supposed to be some sort of hint or something? (Being the most normal one here, he probably starts shopping for rings now)

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

She slams the car door, hitting ignore on her phone again.

Bucky calling again.

Thumbing out a text to my brother, without her seeing me. We look up as the door opens to the house. Pepper, Y/N’s mom steps out on the front steps.

“Miss?” She lifts a perfect strawberry blonde brow at us.

Y/N looks to me, glancing at her we look back at her mom. Pepper looks from her daughter to me. Snapping her eyes back to Y/N they have a secret mother daughter conversation with the look between them. She nods once.

“Come in. We’ll discuss.” She ushers us into the house.

Hurrying past Pepper, hot on Y/N heels. “Sorry Pepper.” Speaking in a small voice.

“What?” They both turn on me, the door closing behind us.

Looking between the two. “I knew, I was there when Eddie made the threat.” Sighing softly.

“Bec’s, why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N looks almost defeated, something I’d yet to witness from her. “And if you give me that bullshit about giving myself up for you, I’ll drop you like your brother, and mine.” She gives me a pointed look.

Running a free hand through my hair, I turn slowly.

“Because Y/N! Look at this, look at the scars on your body, look who died! Who my brother killed! For you! Look what your brothers, hell TC did for you!” Suddenly shouting at them.

Her head tips watching me.

“For you. For a queen. I’m just a wife, Y/N.” I whisper softly.

“Is that what you think of me?” Pepper asks, turning to look at her, I can’t find an answer to that. “I’m just a wife?” She wonders. “Silent, unworthy to kill for?”

“You’re a Stark.” I shrug.

“You will be too, Bec’s.” Y/N reminds me.

I scoff rolling my eyes. “Sure, right.” I nod.

“I’ll drag Howie through the streets if I have too.” She smirks at me. “I got a pretty badass girl gang.” She shrugs, flexing her power.

“If you think you’re not worth killing for, do you think it was a mistake for Y/N to stay and help you, when Brock attacked you girls?” Pepper wonders.

I gap at her for a moment. “I owe her my life for that.”

“Back at you, bitch. Don’t ever tell me you’re not worth killing for. I’d kill my own brother over you.” Y/N huffs, folding her arms over her chest.

“That’s the difference Y/N, I can’t allow you to be taken from my brother. I’d give myself up for the two of you.” I shrug.

“You ever say that again and I’ll make sure your jaw needs to be wired shut.” She points a finger at me. Pepper smirks at us.

“And you say you’re not a Stark.”

Y/N and I stare at each other for a moment before she grins at me. Something dark and dangerous, ruthless. Like the devil making an underhanded deal.

——

“Those your boys?” One of the guy’s points past him. Tony turns to find the boys climbing out of James’ car.

Peter’s corner of his mouth and jaw discolored and bruised. A cut in James’ cheek. They look concerned and defeated.

“George?!” He calls looking over at his partner in crime. James’ father looks up, finding the boys he starts moving towards them, Tony follows.

“What happened?” George asks instantly. The five of them glance at one another.

Tony looks between his own boys, to his future son in law. “Well, nobody took her, you’re all breathing, that would be there first mistake.” He smirks.

“Really? I would think taking Miss, would be the first mistake. Second leaving them alive.” George looks over at him chuckling.

“We fucked up.” Peter swallows, looking at him.

“How bad?” He asks his oldest.

“Bad.” James’ answers, watching his own father.

He looks to George, sighing. “Into the office.” He nods, together they turn heading into the warehouse.

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Sitting in Tony’s office in the warehouse, his father hands him an ice pack, putting it to his cheek. Peter sits next to him holding one to his jaw.

“That looks like a Miss special.” His father chuckles, settling back on the edge of a table along one wall.

“Two for one.” Steve nods.

“What did you do to deserve it?” Tony wonders, looking at the five of us.

Clint clears his throat.

Steve stares at the wall.

Howie shifts uncomfortably.

Peter suddenly gone mute.

Both their fathers look to him.

“A few weeks ago, after putting CK down.” He picks his words slowly. “There was a threat.” He looks at Peter.

“Pete?” Tony looks at his son, worry flicking in his eyes.

“Not on smalls.” Peter mutters.

“On whom?” Tony sits up.

The word burns his tongue, like acid filling his mouth.

“Becca.” Clint swallows.

“What?!” Both their fathers jerk up, his father standing on his feet.

“Why are you just now telling us?” His dad demands.

He looks away. “We weren’t sure. It was a mild, cryptic comment.” He mutters, ashamed.

“I heard a threat was put out. But I never heard who it was towards. Honestly, I assumed it was you boys it would be on. Perhaps still revenge on my boys.” Tony admits. He had a fair point.

“You’re not far off dad.” Howie finally speaks up.

“Meaning what?”

Howie drags his hands down his face, leaning forward. He groans slowly straightening up again, leaning against the wall. “Eddie, the threat. It’s part revenge for us messing up his line.” Howie swallows hard. “He lost out to Smalls, dad. You weren’t even taking bids on her, those putting them in you didn’t even hear them out.” He can’t help but smirk slightly, glancing at Steve and Clint, who smirk back. “But we fucked up. We’re the biggest players in the game at this point.” Howie struggles.

“We’re untouchable. Smalls is lethal, she’s got her own mafia going.” Peter speaks up. “Look at all we’re connected too. How many pots we have hands in.” Peter shrugs, Tony and his dad look at one another. “Look how connected we are with other powerful families.” Peter glances around the room. He drops his head, knowing. “We keep it in our families, sisters marrying friends, partners. Eddie realized what we have going. Instead of killing us, he wants to take from us. Crippling one of us,”

“Cripples all of us.” His dad swallows.

“He commented on Bec’s said she was cute. Said we all have weaknesses in common now.” Howie spits.

“He showed up in the school parking lot today. With me and Chaos.” He admits.

“Fuck.” The room breathes.

Nodding slowly. “He said I made a crazier deal with CK, so he wants a deal. Y/N for Bec’s.” The room erupts.

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Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[coffeeandcrossword]

alex blake x reader drabble, 951 words summary: picking up a coffee for alex while on a case author’s note: this is my first time writing anything for fun in my life and it’s obviously my first time uploading my writing to the internet, so needless to say, i’m very nervous. i really hope you enjoy <3

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It was 2pm and you and Hotch had just pulled into a parking spot outside of the precinct in the town you’ve been holed up in for the last three days. You had been out all day, first to two of the crime scenes and then to speak with the coroner who had examined one of the victim’s bodies and, if you were being honest with yourself, were really starting to drag. The thought of the slightly sludgy and flavourless coffee sitting in the pot in the kitchen of the precinct seemed very unappealing to you. “Hey do you mind if I grab a coffee before heading in?” you asked, while shutting the car door. “Not at all,” Hotch said as he rounded the SUV and started heading towards the precinct. “Want anything?” you called back as you split off from him, heading towards the coffee shop a block away that you had noticed on the drive back. “No, I’m okay.”

You walked into the coffee shop and were struck with how charming it was. Nothing like the trendy but admittedly stark type of coffee shop you’d normally frequent back in DC, this one was adorned with kitschy decorations and reminded you a little of Lorelei’s inn from Gilmore Girls. You ordered two oat lattes, one for you and one for Alex, who you knew was back at the precinct going over some notes with Spencer. Feeling slightly guilty at the thought of Spencer and not wanting to arise suspicion from him or Hotch about why you brought back a coffee for just Alex, you ordered an americano for Spence — and “oooh how about three snickerdoodle cookies? And you know what, I’ll take a bran muffin as well, thanks!” (You didn’t want to come back with nothing for Hotch, even though he said he didn’t want anything, and for some reason he didn’t strike you as a snickerdoodle type of guy)

While waiting at the end of the counter for your drinks, your four treats stuffed into your bag, your mind drifted back to Alex. You sort of had feelings for her (okay, you most definitely had feelings for her) and you were pretty sure those feelings were reciprocated, but it wasn’t something either of you have ever talked about or acknowledged out loud. But there was definitely something there. The way she adoringly looks at you has to mean something, as do the smiles you share, the constant glances you catch from her in your direction, the glances she catches from you in her direction. The lingering, but casual touches to your shoulder, her leg, the small of your back, the constant desire to be near each other. The wordless communication you seem to share, understanding each other’s feelings from just a look or a nod. The coffees you buy each other, the lunches, the dinners when you’re stuck late at the office together. You think back to that time in Seattle, when you, JJ, and Morgan were at a crime scene in the pouring rain. Alex had taken a detour while en route to speak with a witness just to drop off your FBI jacket you had accidentally left back at the precinct, wanting to get it to you because she knew you’d be freezing without it. It’s these little things that show you’re always thinking about each other and you know it has to mean something. You smiled at the memory but were taken out of your reverie by the barista calling your name to indicate your coffees were ready. You slipped your three drinks into a to go tray and headed out back towards the precinct.

You walked into the BAU’s designated conference room with your to go tray of coffees and saw Alex and Spencer standing at a whiteboard — Spencer scrawling something messily on the board, Alex’s eyes following his hand, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She turned her head when she heard you and gave you a sweet smile as you crossed the room and handed her the latte. “Got this for you,” you said and your fingers brushed as you transferred the cup into her hand and you felt her fingers linger over yours a bit longer than necessary before she fully pulled the cup into her hand. “Oh! and…” you said, as you pulled out two snickerdoodles from your bag, handing one to her and the other to Spencer. You offered the tray of drinks toward Spencer and instructed him to take the cup closest to him. His face lit up and he gave you an excited thanks before grabbing his drink and setting it on the table next to him and pulling the cookie out of its bag and taking a bite. 

Alex was watching you — no surveying you — throughout this interaction and couldn’t help herself but to smile, which you caught when you turned back towards her. She looked thoroughly enamoured with you and took a small sip as if to hide her smile and gave you a quiet “thank you” and a gentle squeeze to your arm before turning back to the board, making a comment to Spencer about something he had written down. You walked over to the conference table and joined Hotch next to the daunting stack of files he had waiting for you and passed him his muffin and received a thank you and rare smile in return. You took a sip of your latte and stole one more peak at Alex and noticed she was looking back at you with an appreciative, soft smile. You returned a smile before turning back to your files and concentrating on your work, albeit with a few butterflies in your stomach.

[poorwritingandstalecoffee]

“Love’s such an old-fashioned word”

WC: 2K

Summary: It’s Lorelai’s birthday and what better way to celebrate than at a David Bowie concert.

Lorelei felt the sunlight warming her eyelids. It dragged her out of sleep, and she groaned before rolling over and plopping an arm in the direction of your side of the bed. She flinched at the cold sheets and peeked an eye open to see that side of the bed empty of the warm body she hoped to curl into. Lorelai sat on her elbows and frowned at the empty room around her. The bedroom door was still shut, and she was just about to make up her mind to start stomping down the stairs looking for you, when she heard the toilet flush.

You washed your hands and walked out of the bathroom, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Lorelai squinted up at you as you stumbled back to your side of the bed. She half wanted to laugh at you, not noticing her awake. The other half was still focused on you not being there to hold her when she woke up. Lorelai grumbled, “What are you doing?”

“Jesus!” You flinched and stared at her. “When did you wake up?”

“Uhh, when you decided to freeze me out in the sheets to go pee.” Lorelai tugged your arm sleeve until you laid back down with her. She wiggled back into her favorite position and tightened her grasp around your waist.

You kissed the top of her head while she sighed into your neck. You chuckled at her response. “I did not freeze you out. I wasn’t gone that long, and it’s not cold here.”

You felt her pout against the skin of your neck. “You don’t know since you weren’t here. For all you know, I could have become part of the polar ice caps by the time you got back. And on the most historic, fabulous day of the year. Hello, that’s got to be a red flag or something.”

You smiled because even if she was being a tad dramatic, it was a tell that she missed you. So you hugged her closer to you and kissed her hair again. “Well then, my apologies, birthday girl. Let’s go ahead and get you warmed back up, shall we?” You placed your cold feet on her calves.

“Hey! Bug off, Frost!” Lorelai squealed and pushed against you.

While still giggling, you placed your hands under her shirt, ran them up her back, and delighted in the second, much louder yelp she gave you. “What’s wrong, Lor?” You teased, “I’m just trying to do what you asked. You know skin-to-skin contact is the surest way to increase body heat.”

“If you think placing your icy fingers and toes on me will increase body hea— HEY HE- Ahh!”

You snickered while letting your fingers tickle her rib cage and laughed harder when Lorelai tried and failed to glare at you.

“Okay! Okay! Truce! Truce!” Lorelai gasped through her laughter.

You fell back against the comforter and grinned up at her. Lorelai sucked in gulps of air and turned to glare at you. “Meanie,” she half-heartedly grumbled.

Your grin grew into a dopey smile, and you leaned forward to kiss the pout off her face. “Happy birthday, Lorelai.”

She giggled and kissed you harder before rolling over on top of you. “Happy birthday to me.”

You ran your hands up her thighs and squeezed her hips. She moaned into the kiss and ran her hands up your chest, over your neck, and into your hair.

She pulled back and mumbled against your lips, “So, what do you have planned for the birthday girl today?”

You moved a strand of hair behind her ear and smoothed your thumb across her cheek. “Mmm, breakfast at Luke’s with Rory, the time-honored morning stroll about the town followed by lunch at The Inn with Sookie, a brief pitstop at the mall to pick up that outfit you were ogling the other day—

“I was not ogling it!” Lorelai slapped your shoulder playfully.

“Oh, you were ogling badly. Who would’ve thought my girlfriend would cheat on me with an expensive dress and shoes?” You clucked your tongue at her.

Lorelai shrugged at you, shook her head, and sighed. “Hey, you gotta do whatcha gotta do for some Jimmy Choo’s. Sorry to break it to you like this, hun.”

You snickered at her, and she giggled while lying on your chest. “What else?”

“After completing our afternoon shopping spree, the three of us will briefly stop in at the Inn again to say hello to all of your Stars Hollow fans, snag some cake, and pick up Sookie and Jackson before heading to our final destination of the night in New York.”

Lorelai sat up in your lap with a frown. “What’s in New York?”

You pressed your lips together to contain the broad grin. “I’d hoped to surprise you with it at the party.”

“C’mon, tell me. Is it a dance, a play, a fancy restaurant?”

Who could ever say no to those puppy eyes? You sighed and slowly pushed her off of you before standing up. You kissed her forehead and said sternly, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“But–”

“Ah-ah. Let me at least have this much of a surprise. Two seconds.”

Lorelai huffed. “Fine.”

You grinned and kissed her cheek before bolting down the stairs. You skidded into the kitchen and flung open the freezer door. Your fingers tingled when you dug the plastic bag from the ice bucket. You shut the door and reached above the freezer to feel for the brown package. Once your fingers grasped it, you sprinted back up the stairs.

Stopping outside the bedroom door, you placed the presents behind your back and slowly walked back into the room and to the bed.

Lorelai quirked a brow at your excitement.

You exhaled. “Rory and Sookie are gonna kill me for not waiting for them, but…” You reached out, and she put her hand in yours. Turning it over, you glanced at her. “Ready?”

“I feel like you're gonna ask me to marry you.” Lorelai giggled nervously.

You snorted and shrugged, your leg bouncing from nerves. “It’s close to it.”

Lorelei’s eyes widened, and she sat up straighter. “Ohh…” Her cheeks reddened while you watched her pupils slowly eclipse the light blue irises of her eyes.

You cleared your throat and breathed deeply despite your racing heart. “Okay..” You slowly pulled out the two gifts and placed them in her hand. “O-open this one first.” You pulled the brown package on top before she could open the bag.

She glanced at you with a grin, and you bit your lip, waiting for it. She peeled open the wrapping paper and pulled out the square dark vinyl cover. Lorelai’s breath hitched, and she grinned ear to ear. “Shut up! You got me a Bangles vinyl cover?”

“Turn it over.”

She flipped the cover and gasped. Lorelai slowly ran her finger over the looping, cursive signature. Happy birthday, Lorelai! Thanks for always being our number one fan from day one!— Susanna Hoffs

“H-how did you…?” Lorelai gaped at you.

You giggled at her. “A friend of a friend knows her from grade school days. I just called in a favor for someone special. Someone I love.”

Lorelai’s eyes blurred with tears, and she leaped back into your lap. She kissed you harder and longer than before, making you wind your arms around her. “Mmm, you still have one more present, birthday girl.” You whispered against her lips.

She smiled softly and leaned her forehead against yours. “Is it the ring?”

You grinned. “Not yet, baby. Still working on the timing for that one.” You grabbed the bag behind you. “Close your eyes.”

Lorelai huffed with a pout but closed her eyes. You pulled the two tickets out and placed the vinyl behind you before placing the slips of paper in her hand. “Okay.”

Her eyes flew open, and she looked down. She gasped again and squealed again. Lorelai waved the two papers in the air. “You got us tickets to a David Bowie concert?!”

“The one and only.”

“Oh my god!! Y/n!!” Lorelai pushed you down on the bed. She kissed your cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw and finally gave you a bruising one to the lips that made your toes curl. You laughed and nipped her bottom lip.

“You know, we still have some time before breakfast at the diner,” Lorelai whispered against your lips, set the tickets next to the vinyl, and kissed down your jawline.

She nipped at your pulse point before running her tongue over the sting. You groaned at the feeling of her hands and mouth roaming over your body. “I thought I was supposed to give you all the presents today.”

Lorelai chucked. She kissed your neck while letting her hands dance down to the hem of your shirt. You ran your hands up her thighs and gripped her ass. “Ohh, this is as much a present to me as it is to you, baby. Plus, who said we couldn’t share?” She whispered, her hot breath ghosting your ear while her hands pushed your shirt up.

You arched into her kisses and ran your hands up her back, nails lightly scraping up her spine. She turned and caught your lips again in a kiss with a groan.

“Fine, but in the shower.” You breathed deeply into her mouth. She grinned before leaping up to tug you toward the bathroom.

**

“Ughh, my feet hurt!”

“But good feet hurting this time. Not waiting in line for a stale hotdog, feet hurting.”

“Hey! My blood sugar was low; you do not mess with the woozies.”

Sookie raised her eyebrows and giggled. “Oh! Remember the time when you scared Kirk into running around town screaming, “It’s here!” because he thought you were reenacting Godzilla.”

“He wouldn’t come near me for a month! I had to swear on my good tomatoes that I would not explode into a giant lizard and blast him with blue fire.” Jackson whined.

Rory and Lorelai snickered while Sookie patted Jackson’s shoulder.

You shrugged with a smirk. “I could see it. You’ve got the stomp down.”

“Hey!”

Lorelai and Rory giggled. You smiled with a deep inhale because even after four years of being together, Lorelai Gilmore still took your breath away with her thousand-watt smile and bright blue eyes.

Lorelai turned away from the group’s conversation when she caught you staring. “What? Something on my face?” She teased, head tilted.

You shook your head and gave her a lopsided smile. “Just the look of perfection is all.” You winked at her when she blushed.

She bit her lip, glancing away. “The, uhh, line’s moving.”

You inched closer and looped your pinky through hers, which she tugged until your hand fell into hers. “Then let’s go.”

Your group was next, and all of you flashed your tickets at the guy, watched him stamp your hands, and ushered you inside. The girls squealed in your ears, and you watched their eyes, including Jackson’s, grow bigger by the minute as you led them down to the front rows a few feet from the stage.

All of you filed into your seats and watched as other people crowded in. You chuckled at the four of them literally buzzing with excitement.

Once the doors were closed and people settled, the group gasped as the lights dimmed. People clapped, whistled, and whispered in awe as the show began. All five of you sang heavily through his songs. Your seats grew cold because you never stopped long enough to sit down.

You watched Lorelai belt through every song with all she had. Her eyes were wide, sparkling blue, her cheeks flushed, her hair bouncing in wild curls, her hands were shaking and pumping in the air, and she was smiling like she finally felt truly, completely happy and free. All of it made you fall more in love with her every second. Your heart nearly bursting with the feeling like you would give every ounce of yourself over and over for her to feel this exhilarated and free—smiling, dancing, twirling, and singing her heart out.

You glanced up at the stage when you heard the tune. You grinned, thinking of the night all three of you were dancing in your pajamas in the living room, singing, “It’s the terror of knowing what this / world is about.” You stomped your feet, feeling the beat grab ahold of you. You jumped, twirled, and screamed out lyrics with the rest of them while your heart felt like it was racing with the song to the finish line.

Lorelai glanced at you and gasped. She watched you sing with your eyes closed. “Cause love’s such an old-fashioned / word / And love dares you to care for / The people on the edge of the / night / And love dares you to change our / way of / Caring about ourselves, this is our / last dance.” You were swaying to the beat of Bowie’s melody with a soft smile. Your eyes opened, and they shined. Your skin glistened in sweat, your cheeks burned from the dancing, and Lorelai thought you never looked more beautiful.

She clasped your hand. You looked at her. Lorelai stared at you like you had become part of her entire universe. She leaned toward you and lost herself in your eyes as the both of you sang, “This is our last dance, this is / ourselves.”

Lorelai kissed you like you were the air she breathed. The music grew louder as Bowie started into another song. You didn’t care, though, because Lorelai was winding her hands through your hair. You grabbed her waist to pull her toward you as she deepened the kiss.

You felt the two of you swaying to the beat. The ground—the very air thrummed with the music. Lorelai wound her hands around your waist, and you cupped the back of her neck, your thumb running over her racing pulse. She pulled away for air, breathing hotly against your lips. “I love you, you know that? So much I feel like my heart might explode.”

Your smile softened. “I love you too, baby.” You nudged your nose against hers, and you cupped her cheek, thumb rubbing across her jaw to her bottom lip. “Happy birthday, Lorelai Gilmore.”

She grinned, tightened her hold around your waist, and kissed you again. “Happy birthday to me.”

[romanarose]

WHAT IF

(and I'm sorry if I ask something that's happened in canon. I haven't read all the bonus LAL content yet)

What if Santi and Laci traveled for a vacation and she got lost from him or just had a triggering meltdown (if this is too sensitive a question, that's okay, I understand!)

Leather and Lace

RomanaVerse Birthday Bash

I just let you skip right ahead on this one lol You actually get a fic bc i love the idea

Santiago Garcia x OC!Lacina Dumas

For context, although I don't know if it'll come out officially, I think of Laci as autistic. He non verbal episodes, sensitivities, overwhelmed by sounds and people that was only compounded by her trauma. She has lower support needs in her 30's but thats how i view her.

Santi, first of all, would be losing his fucking mind if he lost her on vacation. He would he blame himself so fast but he also was good at keeping a clear head. Maybe they traveled to Miami after Leto was born (Since you havnt read bonus content or Take your time and for the longest time, in the current timeline Santi and Laci just got maried and Laci is 5 month pregnant with their son, Leto Antonio Garcia-Dumas. Name started as joke between me and Mona and when talking baby names but then we decided we liked it.)

Imagine it, Santi carrying Leto in a front carrier, both of them with glasses and blue hates and looking cute as hell matching. Santi admittedly had a slight preference for a girl but he was absolutely head over heels for his son. Perfect wife, perfect baby, perfectly family. He carried the baby, wanting to do it until he knees or neck start really bothering him. Laci was recovered by the c-section but he liked spending time close with Leto. He liked having his son right up to his chest while holding his pretty wife's hand as she practically skipped at the zoo.

He cant remember why he let go of her, something about adjusting Leto's hat? Or fixing the straps? It didn't matter. He kept walking, trusting Laci was at his side in the crowded zoo. Then, when it was done and he looked to his right she was gone.

Logically, Santi knew she hadn't been taken. Santi knew that in the US, women weren't grabbed off the streets for sex trafficking. He'd worked with enough anti-trafficking missions to know these women are mostly tricked, and almost always by people they trust. He knew that, really. Still there was still that panic, that flash in his head that he'd have to see her again the way he did when he found her. Beaten and bloodied, grey skinned and bones jutting out. Laci's therapist said he was traumatized from all he'd seen, from the way he found Laci, now his wife, in such a state. He'd reflect on this later.

More realistically, he knew as soon as Laci knew she was separated from him, she'd panic. She'd been doing amazing, recoverying in a lot of ways but she still can't be outside their home or her work without someone she trusts. He immidietly starts looking for her, calling out her name, wishing they'd gone with Frankie and Jana or Will and Lorelei so it wasn't just him looking, His left hand craddles Leto, protecting the pre-me as he pushed through crowds, his voice getting more and more frantic.

"LACI!!!"

Then he hears someone calling for security and a crowd gathering off in the distance a bit. He thinks the worst, and rushes off hoping he's found her. When he gets close he hears her. Laci is crumbled on the ground, trying to curl into a ball but the security had his hand on her arm, trying to pull her, saying she has to leave. An older woman with a toddler holding her hand is trying to defusing the situtation, saying to let her go, he's making it worse.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" Rushes to his wife, yanks securities hands off his wife and drops down, trying to hold her but also be careful with Leto. He's crying now, the jostling of the search scarying him.

Security tells him they need to leave, Santi harshly tells him to shut up. He can't take care of Laci and Leto, Laci covering her ears but huddling close to him, crying hystericly. Santi hasn't seen Lace like this possibly ever, she usually shuts down during incidents. The nice older lady offers to hold Leto, and when Santi seems hesitant, she sits next to them on the ground. She can't run off with him, so he takes Leto out to where he is soothed by the stranger.

Santi gets behind Laci, squeezing her in a hug but not restraining her. He just knows she likes the pressure. She likes his arms around her while he speaks calming words. If she knows he's there, she knows she's safe.

*

Back at the hotel, Santi lets her rest. He orders her favorite foods and handles everything with Leto other than Laci breastfeeding.

It's 2 am, Laci is unable to sleep so they find I Love Lucy on the TV and watch it together in the warm glow, Letos travel crib safely next to their bed.

"I'm sorry baby." Santi whispers into her hair. "I shouldn't have let you out of my sight."

She shakes her head, pulling her hands out of the blanket to sign. "I'm 31. I should be able to go to a fucking zoo."

Laci doesn't swear. Not on principle, but its just not in her nature. When she does, he knows its real. She's upset with herself.

Santi knows he can't point out the obvious. That she hasn't lived a normal life, that she's experienced and survived horrors most people can't even comprehend. He knows that won't help. "It's okay, baby. You're making so many improvements, and I'm gonna be every step of the way with you. I'm so proud of how far you come."

It didn't have the desired effect. Her cute little face scrunched up, and she began to softly cry. How could he make her see? Make her understand how proud he was of her?

"I'll never be a good mom"

And Santi's heart shatters, breaks into a million pieces at the though she thinks she isn't. Laci hold a lot of guilt for Leto being premature and thus being born blind. She thinks she got pregnant too soon, that she didn't take care of her stress levels enough, or eat right or this or that. She loves Leto so much she feels she can't be enough.

"Munequita, no, no oh my god... you're a wonderful mother, the best he could ever ask for."

But she shook her head, signing, "I can't take him to the park alone. I can't go drive him to a friends house. I can't-"

"Lace..." Santi cupped her face, guiding her to look at him, his own eyes wet with tears. "Plenty of parents can't do that sort of thing, but that's okay. You don't have to do it alone. I'm gonna be here. We'll go to the park together, I'll drive you both around. You've shown me you can handle those high stress moments when it comes to the safety of those you love... You'll do it for him if you need to. But, Miss Lacina, listen to my words. You will be there for Leto in all the most important ways. You'll support him in all his activities, give him everything he needs to thrive even with hearing loss. You'll be the most loving mother the world has ever seen, and Lace? Leto adores you. He adored you now, and he always will. We're both lucky to have you."

Her body language relaxes, and Santi sees a little smile on her pretty face. He kisses her nose.

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I love them they are like my children ;-;

Tagging a few people who still show interest in lal stuff <3

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @itspdameronthings @poeedameronn @pimosworld @miraclesabound

[the-blossica-fan]

Shits and Giggles time for the holidays (and it being 2.1 lol)

Gothification AU

...Yeah, this is just because I think it would be hilarious 😭

Imagine seeing like, Lorelei dressing similar to Semmelweis, Jiu being convinced to wear cool accessories... and 37 with 37 piercings 😭

Again, shits and giggles; ppl just wake up and boom. Goth

Feel free to go wild ^-^ (or not, I can leave the kitchen at any time (words of an addict))

I'm cooking, but in a dubious, side-eye way yk?

Arcana has been doing her thing, I see...

37 is one of the funniest reactions in a while. She wakes up, uncomfortable because of something she feels but can't see, so she hurries to a mirror to see her own face and-

"Oh! A perfect amount of metallic parts fit for number 37. But, what are those?"

She has no idea what a piercing is, so she spends most of the day pulling at them and being mildly concerned once it bleeds. Not much of a reaction.

"This rocking pirate is about to have such a great and amazing da-- WHAT THE FUCK"

Regulus looks like a regular heavy metal fan, with all the black and piercings. She's shocked, she's not amused. She runs to Vertin almost immediately, because only one person could pull such a prank, one that can open any door in the suitcase.

"oh you nutter, open this door or this pirate will kick it down-- Huh? W-- why are you dressed in black too?!"

"...Morning Regulus, what does that mean?"

And that's when they realized that Vertin wasn't responsible for this...

Semmelweis wakes up normally, her daily routine, her usual emo make up, usual black clothes, nothing new. The thing is that when she walks to Lorelei's room to seek her out for another Dusk adventure and sees a gothic blonde instead, she's beyond shocked. Even Bela can't believe that!

"...Did Balloon Party give you these clothes?"

"I woke up with them, so that's a no."

"Okay..." "You look really weird" "Shut up Bela she looks nice" "She looks like you" "..."

Not Jiu Niangzi happily walking through her room just to trip over a gothic skirt. How did she get in these clothes? Why does she have so many rings and chains on her hand? Why is she dressed in black?!

Unsurprisingly for us but surprisingly for her, Yenisei and Spathodea have a similar look. And now, she is twice as gay. Maybe gothic style isn't that bad...

Tennant in a goth style serves in so many ways I just have to let you imagine. The lesbians would drop their wallets, trust me. I'll pick them up, and run with the money

[mcaquila]

All three of these kids would be horrible to watch movies with:

Heron will tell you all the fun facts about the film, during the film.

Lorelei won't shut up about illogical character choices, plot holes, etc.

Silas hums along with songs he likes (which sounds supremely weird when he's in wolf form, as his vocal chords, mouth, etc. aren't human)

I guess they deserve each other.