#making me wish i had hills like that in my area that looks so pretty whattt

[brosif40]

Hi friend, I have offering for you

Here are some pictures of some cool clouds I have taken, I hope you like them and that you are settling back in well

THESE ARE SO PRETTY WAAO

putting all of these in my brain forever tyy :3 and yeee i am!

[tmwcs]

reina, if u aren't busy can u do how heethan and y/n spend their new year🤩🤩

😏

Of course babe. ♥️

“Agora Hills”

Warnings: you already know. 😈 don’t read unless you’re comfortable with. Non-con, dub-con, implied rough smut, oral (fem receiving) etc. heethan is a menace in this one…he kinda gets excited…too excited.

“Babe, what do you want to do for New Years?”

You ask with an inquisitive look displayed on your delicate face as you raise your brows in earnest, yearning to hear Heeseung’s response. “H/n and the other girls mentioned this event and they’re all going with their boyfriends, I was wondering if you-“

“Babydoll…” he pauses after tossing the small towel he used to dry off his wet hair. A larger one is wrapped around his slim waist, the dry fabric is a stark contrast to his glistening wet skin. Like pearls, it shimmered under the glaring light above head, planted at the center of the ceiling. “I was hoping you’d be down to spend the evening with me—alone.”

Your eyes flicker downward. “I do, but can we just go and make an appearance? It’s just that—“

He cuts you off once more. “Are you getting bored, pretty girl?”

You shook your head vigorously, urgently relating that was not the case. God forbid if he ever thought you were bored with him, even if it were true, you would have to hold that piece in within yourself and avoiding the risk of receiving a punishment. “No, not bored.”

“Then what?” His deep voice quakes your legs. Quick on your feet, you quickly answer with the ball-bearing response that creases a permanent smile on his handsome face. You pleased him, so greatly.

“I just like to show you off…my man.”

‘Her man…she just used those words. Oh fuck almighty this girl…’

“You want to show me off…pretty girl?” He raises a brow, eyes wide with amusement, seemingly pleased by your affirmation. “Oh baby….”

You made him the happiest. Because of that, your wish is granted, and he took you out to said event.

‘I too, wanna show you off.’

He helped you pick out an outfit for the occasion, a white satin mini dress with a subtle flare on the hem. Skinny straps that delicately rest on the skin of your shoulders, and your hair remains down—it was the way he liked it. He loved the carefree and natural style of your beauty; little makeup and red glossy lips.

After mingling with the crowd, everyone joined inside the living room. You walked behind them but a sudden pull of your arm halts you. You turn around and see Heeseung’s dark eyes staring down at you. They looked so demeaning, you could feel the manipulation and corruption oozing from the glistening glare as he bites down in his bottom lip. He says nothing, but shifts a quick tilt to the side, hinting for you to migrate to the lone closet in the separate room. You didn’t even get to respond. The moment you tried to beg him and let you stay to participate in the countdown, he had already been snagging you, nearly flinging you across the kitchen floor. “Get over here.” He grits out through a clenched smile, eyes exuding malice and pure evil.

Dragging you away behind turned heads, nobody witnessed the explicit end to your night. “Please, Heeseung wait—“

He opens the door and tosses you in, almost as if you were a ragdoll. You find yourself in pitch black; the closet is a finite area. The light remains off as you feel his strong hands snag you by the waist. Shoving your back against the small built in cabinet that lies narrowly in a nook corner, he levitates your thighs harshly as he raises them up against the sides of his hips. “I’d love…nothing more than to show you off—“

He kisses you, violently mashing his lips against yours. “But you’re all mine. Part of me wants to show the entire world how viciously I can fuck you. But the other side of me just wants to keep the visual model of perfection that you are…all for myself.”

His hand snaps forward with viper speed as he grabs hold on your neck, giving him perfect leverage to push you down flat against the table surface of the shelf. Sighing out an ‘aww’ sound against your ear. “Oh baby…I love it when you smile…” he kisses your neck. “I love it when you frown.” He kisses your breasts as he pulls the straps of your dress down, revealing them. “I love it when you scream my name.” Another kiss finds its way on your inner thigh. Scooting your panties to the side, he dives his nose in, and exaggerating a sniff as he drags it against your clit, from top to bottom.

“But the best of all baby…” he flickers his tongue against the soft and swollen slack of skin in between the overly plush lips that cradle it. Soft kisses accompany the beating of his rhythmic tune as he swirls and twirls the tip in circles, increasing stimulation as the tightness of pressure formulates in your pelvis. “I love it when you cry…”

You gasp at the sudden force of his face jamming in between your legs. Your instinctive reaction was to close your thighs against his head, but his hands remained steady against them, pushing you apart as he continues to devour you of your senses. Pulsating, throbbing, and stinging with a pleasure so intense, it becomes painful. He gives it all to you as he wildly moves his tongue in and out of your most sensitive spot. He didn’t bother using his fingers, no. Enjoying the increase in moisture that was secreting out of you, he slurps up every drop, knowing that it was only going to add on to the state of pleasure you were riding on.

Your hips buck up as you wave them up and down, rolling onto your shoulder blades as you arch your back. Your chest protrudes towards, reaching high for the sky as you gasp out your pleading moans. Hips shaking, chest heaving, stomach churning, and legs quivering, you beg.

“Please! Heeseung please—n-not so much…I-it hurts! I can’t take it!”

The overstimulation pulls you into a state of sting pulses. They were piercing, making you squirm as he kept up with his vigor. “Mmmm” he mumbles with a mouthful of your sensitive skin.

He pulls away and licks his lips, replicating the expressive act of feasting on a meal. His lips taunting you through the display of the sweet scented shine, telling you of how much he savored the taste of you.

“Yummy.”

You shiver upon hearing him, while also watching g him unbuckle his belt in front of you, stationed between your legs as he glares his offensive look from above. “P-please…Heeseung…I-i can’t…”

You barely breathe out your words as you felt the life sucked out of you by the beast before you. “Shut up y/n. Don’t speak unless you plan on screaming out my name, deal?”

He swiped the tip of his phallic muscle up against your overstimulated clit, causing you to yelp out in pain and pleasure. He inserts himself in, but not in the traditional manner he normally displays. He was rough, demeaning, and entirely too offensive as he punched the tip in, dragging it further as he burrows deep into the depths of your cushioned gut. What in the world have you brought out of him? Did your earlier statement cause him to lose himself in the bliss happiness of your desire to show him off? Or did it excite him beyond the limits of satisfaction, causing him to yearn for you even more? So much that it hurts.

Deep into you, he buries his face into the soft spot of your neck, serenading you with soft kisses as you pinch out subtle tears from the mixture of pain and pleasure calling up in your gut. Your womanhood pulses with a beat that was much more steady than your heart. The blood rushes through your veins, heating your body temperature beyond comfort. His hands grip around your wrist as he continues to lavish your neck with his kisses. Your eyes winced shut as you overhear the crowd commit to the countdown of n the next room.

‘10…9…8…7…6…5…’

Snapping open, your eyes widen as he whispers the remaining numbers into your ear. “4…”

Oh no…

“3…”

Please God no…what is he going to do—

“2…”

when he reaches to…

“1…” he grins against your skin. “Happy New Year baby.”

Propping his palms flat by the sides of your head, he remains buried deep into you as he hovers his chest above your breasts, gently grazing against your nipples. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong but—I haven’t seen you cry since last year…think we’re overdue…don’t you?”

You shake your head. “N-no…heeseung please…not too hard…please?”

His thumb reaches up and swipes a teardrop away, gently smearing it across your cheek.

“Let’s see how many times you’ll scream out my name this year….both of them.”

Heeseung…and Ethan…

[blissfullyapillow]

“Okokok” or “Lalala”

My interpretation of various genshin men being “Okokok” or “Lalala” 

notes: Trying a new format, ngl guys I’ve been going through it lately (૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭, mainly fluff but Tartaglia’s part is mildly spicy 

wc: 5,365~

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“Okokok”

Baizhu, Diluc, Dottore, Zhongli, Tartaglia, Xiao

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Baizhu ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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♡ Surprisingly a tease.

♡ He’s pretty and he knows it. He’s not afraid to use his looks as a means of persuasion.

“I promise I’ll rest soon. I’m almost done.” His soft voice betrays just how tired he is, yet the deep stare he gives you as his lashes flutter have the words “Okay, five more minutes” leaving your lips faster than you’d like.

As he finishes his work for the day you undo his braid. He makes a startled sound of surprise as he continues to work. He knows he won’t be able to extend his time any longer after successfully doing so twice already.

Your hands begin to braid his hair. He involuntarily shivers at the pleasant feeling of your fingers in his hair.

He manages to finish his work just as you're at the end of his braid. You help him clean up and close Bubu Pharmacy for the day, and as you’re walking home you ask if the two of you can take a detour tonight.

He’s tired, and he almost asks if you can go on this detour another night, but the stars in your eyes and the way you’re holding onto his arm causes him to say “Okay, but only for a short while.”

Huh.

Looks like he’s not the only one who knows how to use his stunning looks to his advantage.

He follows you to a secluded area on a hill, and he looks to the sky in awe alongside you.

It’s a full moon, and the stars are clearly visible tonight without a single cloud in the sky.

As you continue to look at the stars he subtly shifts his gaze to your face. As your eyes glimmer with profound emotion, the truth reveals itself to Baizhu. 

He realizes he can see the stars anytime he wants.

“It’s getting late, it’s time we rest. Sleep is vital to your health, you know.” Baizhu ushers you away from gazing at the beautiful sky with a teasing lit to his voice.

“But I remember when you told me that you’re usually too tired to come here and see the stars at night. You said the other night when you had enough energy to come here it was raining, so you just went home…” He glances at you as he intertwines your arms together once more, and he chuckles at the adorable pout on your lips.

“Yes, I did say that. However, I recently came to the realization that I could see the stars whenever I wish since you’re always by my side.” He enjoys the way your eyes widen in surprise as you quickly decipher the meaning of his words.

Just in case you don’t come to the correct conclusion, Baizhu clues you in. He leans forward to press a kiss against your now closed eyelids.

Before you can open your mouth to speak Baizhu announces your shared arrival home. 

“Oh, would you look at that. We’re home.” You can only chuckle as he opens the door for you, and you follow him into the comfort of your shared abode.

Diluc ☆.｡.:*ヽ

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

♡ This man is definitely “okokok”

♡Anytime it rains, he always has an umbrella for you to use. He doesn’t need one, but he always has one on him in case you need it.

♡ Whenever he makes a new drink he’ll have you taste it before he releases it to the public. If you don’t like alcohol he’ll make a virgin version for you to try if you still want to taste it.

“Diluc, rest your head here.”  He’s silent for a moment, openly contemplating whether he wants to do what you asked of him.

It isn’t long before he comes to a decision. He moves to stand in front of you, and you motion for him to sit in front of you.

His expression is absolutely adorable as he fulfills your request with a sigh of false exasperation.

“Honestly..” He begins to say, but he’s silent once your hands are in his hair. He visibly shudders as your fingers comb through his thick red strands. You get to work on your usual self care night time routine with Diluc. 

First, you comb through the tangled strands of his hair. You know he enjoys this part the most, but he refuses to acknowledge it whenever you ask him. Once you’ve combed out all the tangles, you usher him up to follow you to the bathroom.

“Do we really have to do this every night?” He asks this as he leans his face closer to you, allowing you to place the face mask on him. 

“Yup. Stop complaining when we both know you enjoy this. Now, come cuddle with me.” Diluc is happy you put the face mask on him already so you can’t see how flustered your words make him. He dutifully follows you to the area of your choice, which is the couch tonight, and he doesn’t voice a single complaint as you pull his body towards you.

He sighs in content as he rests his head on your shoulder, careful not to smudge the face mask. You’ve scolded him countless times for resting his head there with a face mask on, but somehow he always manages not to smudge it so you let it slide.

As you two sit in silence, enjoying the warmth your bodies provide, Diluc quietly begins to tell you about his day. You comment when he pauses to hear your thoughts, and you pride yourself on getting a chuckle out of him when you tell him a joke. 

It feels like hours pass before the timer goes off. When you tell Diluc to get up, he groans as he begrudgingly follows your command. “Can we go to bed after this?” Diluc’s voice is unusually soft as you lead him to the bathroom. You giggle at how cute he sounds.

He’s perfectly still for you as you follow the instructions for removing the face mask. As Diluc washes his face you return to your shared bedroom to hand his clothes to Adelinde to be washed for tomorrow. 

When he returns from the bathroom he looks refreshed and ready for bed; his eyes are noticeably droopy, and he yawns into his hand. 

Diluc joins you in bed, and he wastes no time in cuddling up to you as he places his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Goodnight, love.” His whisper, combined with his lips pressed against the skin of your neck, causes a shiver to go down your spine. You run your fingers through his hair as you reply, “Goodnight, my love. Sleep well.” He’s asleep moments after you wish him goodnight, and it isn’t long before you follow suit.

You’re both asleep in each other’s arms soon after.

Dottore * ੈ♡‧₊˚

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♡ How did you get this man to be in a relationship with you? Are you sure it’s him and not one of his clones?

♡ Well if you weren’t sure before, you are now. After all, he wouldn't stop grumbling over the inconvenience of losing his clones due to ‘a fair trade with the dendro archon’ for weeks. 

Will gives you crumbs of kindness to keep you hooked.

That is, until he finds himself buying your favorite treat for you at the nearest grocery store. You ran into his arms crying after a bad day, and he has to do something to cheer you up. He was disgusted by the tears streaming down your cheeks, and aggravated that the source of your angst was another human being. 

As he quickly makes his way back to you, your favorite treat in hand, he suddenly stops walking as his anxious thoughts of you come to a halt. He’s come to the unfortunate realization that you’re not the only one in love. 

He’s a busy man with things to do and places to be, yet he finds himself content holding you in his arms as your tears slowly subside upon his return. 

He hates the way his cheeks warm when you finally smile as you eat the treat he most definitely did not go out of his way to retrieve for you. 

He silently contemplates if he ever felt this way for another person before as you make yourself comfortable in his arms.

He decides it doesn’t matter as he sneaks a picture of your sleepy face, with your cheeks squished against his chest and droopy eyes struggling to stay open.

Hm.

Maybe he enjoys your company more than he lets on.

♡ He will begrudgingly happily go along with whatever you ask of him. His annoyance and snarky comments are only for show.

“Dottore, hold my hand.” “And why should I waste my precious time heeding your childish request? I have research subjects I need to test on, and I need both of my hands available to do so.” You roll your eyes as he slips his hand into yours, even as he continues to complain and ridicule your request. 

Good thing a kiss never fails to shut him up.

You relish the rare flustered look he gives you when you pull away, and you internally swoon when he chases after your lips.

Speaking of expressions, has he ever shown his face to others beside you?

Zhongli * ੈ♡‧₊˚

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺

♡ You’re still struggling to solve the mystery of where this man gets all his money from.

♡ There’s no way Zhongli has the funds to be buying you all the extravagant gifts that he does, but somehow your room is full of gifts. All of the finest quality.

He’s a calming presence beside you wherever you two go, and you love to close your eyes as he tells you facts about something that has caught your interest.

You may or may not go out of your way to think of things to ask him, things that you know only he’ll know being the Geo Archon. 

Just so you can hear his voice.

As you two are walking side by side around Liyue Harbor, you decide to ask him something so you can listen to him talk. You slip up and ask him something that’s virtually common knowledge to the people of Teyvat. His eyebrows rise in question. You anxiously hope he doesn’t catch on as he remains silent.

It takes a moment before his facial expression changes, almost like something registered for him. You realize he’s finally caught on to the truth behind your endless slew of questions. You can only hope he isn’t offended by your actions. 

Zhongli starts chuckling, and soon he’s hunched over and slapping his knee in amusement.  

You start laughing at the sight of Zhongli bent over and slapping his knee like an old man, but you don’t tell him that.

Zhongli literally has tears in his eyes as his laughter continues. Since he’s bent down, you move closer to him before you press a kiss to the unshed tears on his pretty lashes.

He awkwardly coughs as he suddenly stops laughing; your actions clearly fluster him. His face is as red as a Jueyun chili, and you adore the sight of him in this state. Oh, the tips of his ears are red too. Wait, is he.. shuffling his feet?

Aww.

His hand searches for yours, so you waste no time in fitting your hand in his. He squeezes your hand as he straightens himself. 

You squeeze his hand back as he begins to tell you everything he knows about your very obvious topic of conversation.

You take note of the way his eyes soften as he looks at you, and a warm smile presents itself on your lips. His eyes follow the curve of your lips with a gentle smile of his own. 

Oh, he loves you more than you’ll ever know.

Tartaglia ✧˖°.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

♡ Surprisingly really serious??

♡ Once he’s closer to you he drops his whole ‘happy go lucky’ act since he feels he can be himself around you without judgment.

♡ He’s still friendly and silly at times, but it’s significantly less than the front he puts on for others.

He almost hates the way his heart lurches as you finish getting a bath ready for him.

“Come.”

He’s silent as he obeys your command. He sits on the edge of the tub as you do your usual scan of his body for any new cuts, bruises or scars.

“Has this one always been here?” You suspiciously eye a cut that, yes, has been there for two days now. He recalls you scolding him when you initially discovered it.

“Actually, it has-“ The rest of his sentence gets caught in his throat when he feels the press of your lips against his skin. You mindlessly trace the scar with your finger as your beautiful orbs stare into his.

“Are you okay, Ajax? You seem a bit.. out of it tonight.”

A lump forms in his throat at your question. His emotions threaten to spill over as he gives a shaky exhale. He’s not sure how you can tell he’s had a rough day today, but he’s thankful for your keen eyes.

“Join me tonight?” It’s almost as if your clothes magically come off as you usher him into the welcoming bath. 

He steps in first, and you’re right behind him. Your arms wrap around him as your fingers locate the scar they were previously tracing.

“Want me to wash your hair?” You reach over to grab the shampoo bottle, already knowing what his answer will be.

As you gently rub the shampoo into his hair he closes his eyes in bliss.

He always appreciates your doting.

So it’s no surprise that once you two exit the bath, you open your shared bedroom to an overflowing pile of expensive gifts ranging from clothes to a physical copy of the newest video game, if that’s something you’re into.

“Ajax.” Your stern tone only causes his grin to grow larger. “I have to show my appreciation for you in some way.” His playful tone is quite adorable, but you push that thought to the side. 

“Ajax-“ He stops your scolding with a passionate kiss to your lips as he wraps his arms around you to bring you closer. 

“Well, there is another way.”

He loves the knowing look you give him. “Oh really? You might have to show me, I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

He loves the way you shiver as he presses a kiss below your ear. “Gladly.”

Xiao ༺♡༻

Reader is implied to be afraid of heights. If you aren’t afraid of heights, imagine it’s high enough to make you feel a bit nervous. 

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♡ Bro’s touch starved.

♡ King of hand holding and innocent touches.

♡ He loves to caress your thigh as he rests his head on your shoulder, watching on with whatever you’re doing.

If you happen to be on your phone and you scroll past a cute couple video, he tells you to scroll back to it so you two can watch it together.

Will shyly suggest you two do whatever couple trend is going on, but make it seem like you were the one who asked.

“I know humans love their silly trends. You don’t have to look at me like that, we can do it. I’m only doing this for you, you know.” He even sighs as he says it, making it seem like you’re really forcing his hand when he’s the one taking the initiative.

You honestly don’t mind and find it adorable.

Although some trends he’ll hesitate to do, especially if they’re a bit more hands on.

“Do I really have to guess what flavor this is?” He’s asking this as he leans in to kiss you, his cheeks blossoming into a hue that’s as red as a rose.

Despite his obvious hesitance, he enjoys any and all “incomprehensible” fun human past times you two do together.

Cue going to an amusement park as Xiao somehow wins all the rigged games and all the oversized stuffed animals you could ever ask for.

When he rides roller coasters with you his face becomes more expressive the more intense the roller coaster is. You love the subtle wide eyes he’ll make or the clench of his jaw as you two go barreling down the coasters’ track with the other riders.

Your favorite part of the whole day is when you two go on the ferris wheel.

I know, cliche, but it’s the feels good warm butterflies in your chest cliche.

When you two reach the top it stops, and as much as you’d love to enjoy the beautiful orange and purple hues of the sky your heart is pounding in your chest.

You look anywhere but down, eyes darting left and right.

Xiao huffs in annoyance, and when you turn to look at him he’s walking over to you from across the small pod.

“How could I forget? Humans and their weak minded fear of heights.” Before you can retort his comment with a snarky reply, he’s beside you and pulling you into his arms.

You muffle a weak “sorry” against his chest, and his response is a heartfelt sigh. 

When he presses a sweet kiss against your hair, your heart pounds for a different reason. 

“Be quiet. I like holding you like this. I don’t need the sunset with you here in my arms.” Although he probably wasn’t intending to be romantic, your cheeks warm and a giddy giggle escapes you.

Que the adorable sight of two idiots holding each other as the ferris wheel makes its slow descent down, the orange hues of the sky faded long ago, as the stars glimmer and wink in the romantic night sky.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ˳༄꠶ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“Lalala”

Alhaitham, Kaveh, Ayato, Wanderer, Albedo

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Alhaitham ✧˖°.

Listen, I know Alhaitham would be an “okokok” person in a relationship. Just let me indulge in my delusions for a moment, okay?

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♡ Alhaitham has never been in a relationship before; he’s a busy and productive man who has things to do. He goes home early to be alone and read in relative peace.

♡That is, until he got to know you.

Alhaitham doesn’t see himself as the romantic type, yet he finds himself doing simple acts of service for you without a second thought.

Do you wake up completely exhausted after studying all night? A steaming cup of coffee is gently placed into your tired hands as soon as you greet Alhaitham. You don’t like coffee? Alhaitham substitutes it for something that’s more your taste.

You’ll find fluffy blankets draped over your previously slumped figure on cold nights, your papers neatly organized after a quick bathroom break, and even little note cards placed on your belongings with encouraging words.

It took you multiple instances of these caring acts of kindness before you realized Alhaitham was the one behind them.

The notecards are what gave him away.

You thought you were being delusional as usual when you recognized Alhaitham’s handwriting on one of the note cards, despite sparsely seeing it. You confront him about the little note cards you've been seeing despite your apprehension of him behind the person behind these kind acts. 

Lo and behold, a few conversations and a study date later, Alhaitham is your dedicated boyfriend. Although he’s different than you thought he’d be in a relationship. 

In a good way, of course!

During a late night stroll in Sumeru, Alhaitham gently intertwines his hand with yours. When you look at him in surprise, he looks away with an obvious redness to his cheeks.

In another instance, Alhaitham walked in on you dozing off over your study notes. “I thought you said you were going to study all night, no interruptions?” Alhaitham’s teasing voice against your ear catches you off guard, but what really surprises you is the lingering kiss he presses underneath your ear.

With your study partner Kaveh gawking at him from the other side of the table.

This time around, Alhaitham’s head is resting on your chest as his tall figure is basically sprawled across your lap. It’s honestly adorable, but if anyone were to see this scene with their own eyes they’d probably think they’re hallucinating. Surely there’s no way the Akademiya’s scribe would behave this way, right?

Well they’d be proven wrong, and quite quickly.

Alhaitham reads his book without a care in the world as his head rests on your chest, flipping a page to continue reading out loud to you. “Honestly Alhaitham, I didn’t expect you to be so… openly affectionate like this in a relationship.” You hope your words don’t come across as offensive, but this is Alhaitham you’re talking to; You're not worried.

Alhaitham’s silent for a moment before he looks into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat at the swirling emotions you see in them, a rare sight for a man like Alhaitham.

“I feel at ease when you’re around, and I love many aspects about you, including your flaws. Why should I be bothered to conceal these feelings? Doing that won’t get me anywhere. Only a fool would hesitate to show how much they love and care about their partner.” Alhaitham’s words are concise and brutally honest, yet it’s as if he’s serenading you with a romantic ballad.

In a trance, you hardly register the way he presses a sweet kiss to your lips before he continues to read out loud to you, distracting you from your many assignments as he originally intended.

…

Oh.

“Okay.” Is the only breathy response you’re capable of. 

You don’t miss the smirk on his lips when he hears your response.

This time, you’re the one who kisses him.

Kaveh ♡˗ˏ✎*. ˚

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹⨯ . ⁺

♡ Putting Kaveh anywhere other than lalala wouldn’t feel right.

♡ Kaveh, the hopeless romantic who smothers you with affection like it’s his job.

♡ Kaveh, who’s somehow always up before you to make you breakfast and ensure you have everything you need for the day.

♡ Kaveh, who pepper's your face with sweet kisses before you walk out the door in the morning and when you return home for the evening.

♡ He was a blushing mess when he asked you out, and his face was an adorable display of elation when you happily agreed to be his partner.

Now, Kaveh rests his head on your shoulders as he peers at the video you’re watching on your phone. “Honestly if that were me I would have broken up with him by now. Did you see the way he rolled his eyes as he let go of their hand? How disgraceful.” Kaveh clicks his tongue as he criticizes the male lead. 

You burst into a fit of laughter when Kaveh begins to cheer the male’s partner on for dumping a glass of wine over his head.

“He doesn’t understand how lucky he is to have someone care for him so deeply and intimately.” Your words strike a chord in Kaveh, and he reaches over you to pause the video.

“Wait, what do you mean by that?” Kaveh’s worried tone reaches your ears. You’re quick to turn around and press a loving kiss to his lips to dispel his worries.

“What I mean is, I’m lucky to have you in my life. You’re a ray of sunshine on my sunniest and darkest of days. I can only hope I make you feel as loved and cherished as you make me feel Kaveh. I’m the luckiest person in the whole of Teyvat to be able to wake up to your pretty snores.” Kaveh blushes as he scoffs in indignation. “Snores? I do not snore. Even if I did, you're wise to realize they’d be the prettiest snores you’ve ever heard. They wouldn’t be as obnoxiously infuriating as, say Alhaitham’s, would sound.” 

You chuckle at Kaveh’s indignation, before your chuckles quickly morph into uncontrollable giggles as Alhaitham chooses that moment to return home.

Unfortunately for Kaveh, Alhaitham heard his name being said. As Alhaitham questions Kaveh on your topic of conversation, Kaveh's fingers trace imaginary hearts on the back of your hand.

You enjoy the sound of surprise Kaveh makes when you grasp his hand to place a kiss against each of his fingertips.

Thankfully Alhaitham takes the hint to leave the two of you alone, and you two spend the rest of the day in each other’s arms, enjoying the irreplaceable warmth your bodies provide each other. 

Ayato❀

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

♡ To be the partner of Kamisato Ayato is a blessing in and of itself.

♡ Waking up to his pretty face resting beside you is now your favorite way to start your day.

♡ You love the way he’s always one step ahead of you. When you suddenly remember you forgot to bring an important item, Ayato’s calming you down with hushed whispers of love as he hands you the item in question.

You groan in annoyance as you put the paper in your hand down. You’ve been craving your favorite snack since this morning, and it’s getting harder and harder to resist the craving. You come to the conclusion that it’s worth putting your work down to get it, and at that moment Ayato enters the room.

It’s almost creepy how Ayato walks into your shared room with said food item you are currently craving.

You love how Ayato’s not afraid to kiss you in front of his retainers, and how he often brags about your achievements to others in front of you.

“Thank you for your hard work. Oh, speaking of hard work, my partner successfully completed that assignment I told you they were so worried about. Haha I know, they were worried over nothing. I’m quite proud of how far they’ve come. They even- my, what’s got you so riled up?” Ayato knowingly teases you when you approach him with a flustered expression, dismissing the retainer's soft chuckles and fond expression as they watch the two of you.

Ayato’s not one to shy away from cuddles and spending time together. No matter how busy his schedule is, he always makes time each and every day to spend with you.

 Whenever you’re together Ayato always has some part of him touching you. Whether that be his hand against the small of your back, his chin on your shoulder, or even his hands tangled in your hair, he’s always touching you.

When asked about this habit of his, he’ll simply respond, “It brings me a sense of comfort.”

Whenever Ayato’s seen with you, he’s the physical embodiment of  “…and all of the stars and infinite galaxies could be found in the vast beauty of their eyes. All it takes is one look at their partner, and their eyes shine like the sun's first rays of dawn.”

Wanderer *ੈ✩‧₊˚

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰ ─── ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰ ───

♡ You fell first but he fell harder… and when he did fall, oh boy.

♡ He’s severely touch starved.

He’ll make any excuse to cuddle and be physically close to you. “This pillow isn’t fluffy enough and it’s hurting my neck. Move closer so I rest my head on your chest.” “But my chest isn’t fluffy???”

“I’ve never been in a romantic relationship before, and I need practice.” “Practice holding hands? That seems pretty straightforward to me-” “Silence.” You only watch in amusement as he averts his gaze, shyly holding your hand.

He looks so cute like this, you know you have to take a picture. As he’s preoccupied with avoiding your gaze, you deftly maneuver your phone in one hand and open the camera app. You snap an adorable photo of him.

Unfortunately for you, your phone flash was on.

You talk your way out of deleting the picture by agreeing to take a selfie with him.

When the alarm on his phone wakes you up the next morning you tap his phone to turn it off. You stare at his phone in shock as it lights up. His lock-screen is the selfie you two took together a few hours ago.

♡ Will literally do the sweetest and most heartfelt gestures without being asked, and then get defensive about it when it clearly makes you happy.

You wake up to a bouquet of flowers and breakfast in bed. Wanderer’s silence as you stare at him says all the tender words he struggles to voice.

When your eyes water and a wobbly smile presents itself on your lips, he clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes.

“I returned home late last night and missed the opportunity to fall asleep beside you. I figured you’d appreciate this sweet gesture, but clearly your mind is too addled with sleep to properly thank me. ..Wipe those tears away, they’re unsightly.”

He’s the one who gently wipes your tears away without complaint. 

As he presses a chaste kiss against your lips, you tell yourself you chose the right man to be your partner.

Bonus: If you ask for him to pray with you to whichever deity you follow, including the archons, he will. Despite believing in no deity or higher being, he’ll happily pray with you since he knows it’s an important aspect of your life. He’ll respect that and pray with you. It’s no big deal; he enjoys the thankful expression you have anyway. Don’t worry, he knows he doesn’t have to, but he chooses to do so with you because he wants to. Plus, he gets a free favor out of it every time. What he uses that favor on differs each time, but it’s always a good result for the both of you. 

Albedo ｡･

.・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜

♡ Albedo is known to not be the most.. expressive individual, yet he has no trouble expressing his love for you, consistently and with the same amount of fervor every time.

♡ Overall he’s the best partner you could ask for. He's your safe space, and you’re his.

♡ Albedo’s experiments are of utmost importance to him, so when an emergency arises that you need assistance with, it warms your heart when he stops his experiment mid way through to help you.

“I’m sorry I asked for your help while you were in the middle of an experiment. I couldn’t reach anyone else, and-” Albedo stops your hysterics with a tight hug and a kiss against the crown of your hair.

“You’re just as, if not more important to me than any of my experiments. Please, don’t hesitate to contact me at any given time, even if it’s not an emergency. I’ll always welcome the opportunity to hear your lovely voice, although I’d prefer if you didn’t sound so distressed.”

“Hey, ‘bedo, you’re zoning out again.” “Oh, my apologies. Here, I’ve completed it.” He hands you yet another sketch of yourself. Your features are beautifully depicted to be looking off into the distance, with dragonspine serving as a mystical background.

“You could sell these you know. You’d make a lot of Mora.” Albedo looks at you with clear offense in his eyes. “The day I sell my drawings of you is the day I stop loving you, and that’s a day that will never come to pass. Come, the temperatures are dropping and I’ve gathered enough starsilver for my next experiment.”

Your heart skips a beat as your hands effortlessly find each other’s. Albedo’s flushed cheeks are prominent as he presses a kiss against the back of your hand.

“Oh, there you are. I made you hot chocolate, the temperatures are lower than normal… Do you want to cuddle?” When your response is an immediate “yes” Albedo wastes no time in guiding you to a comfortable area and tangling your limbs together.

Don’t worry, you’re still able to drink the hot chocolate. 

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Three

Jasper Hale x Reader

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: None

Notes: So sorry last weekend’s chapter was late this week, I’m back to my regularly scheduled posting! I’m so excited so many of you like this series so far!!

Word Count: 1131

Series Masterlist

• January 25, 2005 • Forks High School •

Reader

My second day at Forks high school started much smoother than the first. It was pretty much uneventful until I decided to eat lunch alone outside on the picnic tables in the quad. It was an overcast day much like all the others and maybe a little chilly, but still decent enough since it wasn’t currently raining. It made for the perfect condition being that no one else really wanted to eat outside.

That is, until I spotted none other than Jasper Hale headed in my direction.

“Mind if I join you?” He asks, pointing to the opposite end of the table I’m currently occupying.

“Not at all.” I respond, idly tidying my area self consciously.

“Sorry, sometimes it’s a little overwhelming inside and I come out here to get away.” He says by way of explanation, laying down the sketch pad he carried with him along with a few pencils and a smudge stick. “Mostly I just come out here to draw uninterrupted.” He sits and flips to an empty page, tilting it a little away from my view.

“I get it, large crowds aren’t my thing either. Plus in the two days I’ve known Emmett I can already tell that he probably creates a hostile drawing environment.” I finish with a light chuckle, turning my attention toward the unfinished apple in my hand.

“You draw too?” He asks, eyebrows lifting as he begins a rough sketch on the blank paper.

“Oh heck no, I don’t have any artistic abilities like that, as much as I wish I did.” I frown, taking a bite of my apple.

“I didn’t think I had it in me either, but I took some classes, watched some videos online, and doodled around a lot. Finally got the hang of it although I still don’t really think I’m that good.” He trails off, concentrating on his pencil strokes. “It helps with the stress though, especially when there’s a lot going on.”

“That is… actually kind of neat. Having an outlet that’s also inspiring, creating art and it centering you in the process.” I muse out loud, watching a face beginning to take shape on his paper.

I’m about to ask who he’s drawing when the bell signaling the end of lunch rings out in the empty air surrounding us. I gather my trash and stand while he tucks his supplies away.

“Thanks for keeping me company today.” I tell him as I gaze into his beautifully golden eyes, not quite ready to part ways with him.

“Thanks for allowing me to disturb your peace and quiet.” And as if reading my mind, “Mind if I walk you to your next class?”

“Oh um, sure.” Trying not to seem too excited by the proposition of spending more time in this gorgeous boy’s presence. I tuck some loose strands of hair behind my ear and walk towards him.

“Lead the way, darlin’.” He announces, sweeping his arm in the direction of the main school building, a smirk on his lips.

I laugh and shake my head at his antics, a blush creeping up my cheeks as I walk past him in the direction of my economics class.

Ditching my trash in the trash can as we leave the quad, I miss the way he grins at the accomplishment of making me giggle. I also fail to notice the astounded looks of his adopted siblings as we pass them unaware of their presence through the windows of the cafeteria. Faces reflecting their shocked thoughts at seeing their brother openly flirting with a female compared to his normal stoic facade.

“How did you do it?” Emmett asks, leaning against the locker next to mine.

“Could you be a little more specific?” I ask, a little confused by his blunt question.

“You’ve been here less than a week and my brother is wrapped around your little finger.” He says, holding up his pinky to wiggle in my face.

I laugh and shut my locker, “Emmett, I’ve had all of like two interactions with Jasper, you’re looking into this a little too much.”

“He usually keeps to himself, this isn't the normal Jasper we’re talking about.” He falls into step slightly behind me on my way to the last class of the day, his large build not moving through the throng of students as quickly as I am.

I turn to look at my new friend, “I literally have no clue, it’s probably nothing Em!” My heart picking up speed at just the thought of Jasper. Is he actually interested in me? Is that what Emmett is getting at?

There’s no way, beautiful people like him don’t go for people like me.

I turn and leave Emmett behind in the hallway as students finish rushing through the halls, the tardy bell ringing.

American History, the class I share with Jasper Hale and it also happens to be the last class of the day. Unfortunately though, his assigned seat is on the other side of the room. At least it’s more forward than mine, leaving me to observe him for most of the class period without him seeing.

History is also my worst subject; whether it’s world or US history, I hate it all the same. So many mistakes and atrocities, I wish I could let it flow in one ear and out the other without having to remember it for tests.

Today though, I get the sense our teacher has had a difficult day since he’s decided to let us work together freely. Seeing as I don’t really know anyone yet, I’m forced to work alone.

As if he could feel my discomfort and irritation with the assignment, Jasper Hale appears at the edge of my peripheral vision, claiming the abandoned desk next to mine and turning a few heads of our classmates.

“You’re thinking so loud I could practically hear it from across the room.” He mutters lowly without looking up from his worksheet.

“I’m thinking too loud?” I respond defensively as I cut him a look that would normally skin boys alive.

“Would you like some help or not, doll?” He asks, a grin sliding across his lips as his eyes meet mine in challenge.

“I-uh, I hate history.” I manage to blurt out, a little flustered that he so easily bypassed my frustrated facade without a blink.

“I do want that explanation eventually, but we have work to finish and only,” He breaks eye contact to glance at the clock above the board, “thirty seven minutes left before you’re on your own.”

“Alright Hale, what did you get for number four?” I deflate and accept his offer to save me from the misery of suffering through this stupid assignment alone.

Next

[vulpixisananimal]

(You breathe a sigh of relief as you open the door to the homestead. This was your destination, Riverside homestead. It was placed directly on your family's route from Jouvente to Worlworth, the city Ramos' guardian lived in. The sun had almost disappeared, geetting here by twilight wasn't bad.)

(It was a sizable building. With two stories and stables for any horses. There were a few broken down buildings around it that suggested it used to be a much bigger complex. up a hill, you could make out a large tree, it looked like it was a Favor Tree.)

(When you entered the main door, you were greeted to a cozy and large common area, a main desk of sorts was to one side. There were stairs leading up, and a few doors, one of them you were pretty sure lead to a kitchen.)

(There was a lady sitting at one of the tables, who, upon seeing you enter, got to and went over to the desk.) "Welcome in! Got here just in time!"

"Haha, had to run to make it." (You reply, putting on your smile. The rest of your family was coming in behind you. Oh yeah, you reach up and take those singing stones out of your ear. You still don't remember who gave them to you, but Mal liked them. You did too.)

(The person at the desk smiled seeing Mirabelle enter.) "Miss!! You're back!!" (She said excitedly.)

"H-huh?!?" (Mira looked surprised for a second, before smiling.) "O-oh yes!! I told you I'd visit again once the country was saved!!"

(Oh yeah. Mirabelle and Isabeau would have stayed here on their journey, over a year ago now.)

"Well looks like ya won! This lot the rest of the great saviors of Vaugarde?"

"Not me, or Ramos here." (Nille said, patting Ramos shoulder. She looked for a place to sit down.) "We're just along for the ride."

"Don't care, c'mon in, take a seat, staying the night?"

"O-oh yes! We we're probably going to make it here tomorrow, b-but-" (Mira starts, going over to the desk.)

(Odile cuts Mirabelle off, joining her.) "-But if I spend one more night in the forest I will go postal."

(. . . Not bringing up the sadness is probably a good call. That would just cause a panic. You let Odile and Mirabelle deal with rooms and such, you wander around the common area.)

(Frozen in time. . .)

(You still couldn't get over it. You got frozen in time. Months after the kings defeat, despite there being no sign of frozen time anywhere in the country. And no sadness anywhere, either.)

(Well, except for Ramos. But Ramos was turned into a sadness. And turned back when you broke that emblem embedded with mind craft. Does that mean this sadness was also someone turned into one? Apparently there wasn't any visible star, and it smelled of sugar, not mint. What was it then?)

"That alright Sif?" (Mira called over, oops.)

"Huh? What?" (You reply, you weren't paying attention.)

"There's only a few rooms left, you and Isa ok with sharing?"

"O-oh! Oh sure!" (You smile, heh, that'll be nice, sharing a room. You hadn't gotten to do that yet. At Bambouche you all stayed at Nille and Bonnies. At Jouvente you had a solo room. So finally you'd get some time just, the two of you. Well, four? Five of you? Heh, that was something to talk about.)

(Back to wandering and thinking. The common area was nice, it was well furnished, with a lot of random trinkets around. On the walls shelves, etc. Hmm, there's a sign near the front door that's covered with some cloth. Weird. You go over to it and uncover it.)

(It's. . . Oh! Your language!)

"O-oh! Careful, that'll give you a headache." (You turn, the lady at the desk was calling over to you.)

"How'd you get this?" (You say, now with a real smile on your face.)

"Huh?" (That got her by surprise.) "Oh! Uh, that's one of the things my gramps put up when he started the place. Never got the heart to take it down."

"Hah! Must have been a funny guy." (Your smile gets wider.) "It says 'make a wish, check it thrice, stay here a while, don't mind the mice.'"

"HA! He sure was!" (They lean on the desk.) "You can read that? Those other guys said they could only translate the first couple lines."

"The-" (What.) "Who?"

(Walk over to the desk, we need to know who-)

(And hello to you too, Mal. You do walk over, though, and ask.) "Someone else was reading that?"

"Yeah!" (She tapped her temple.) "Couple who're traveling, said they'd been researching that, Island stuff. Figured out the first part of that sign, asked about gramps and-"

"Are they still here?!? Where'd they go??" (You need to know, WE need to know. Mira and Odile leaned to the side, it was your time.)

"Woah there bud, I'd be a bad host if I just told you that kinda stuff." (They put their hands up.) "I know, I know, island stuff is. . . Important. It was important to gramps too."

(. . . Right.)

(She probably had more than a handful of islanders who'd recognized that sign and had a. . . Bad reaction. You still had your silver coin, after all.) "S-sorry."

"No issue, though, how'd you read it? It gives everyone else a headache."

"Savior secrets~" (You say, sticking your tongue out.)

"He's always like this." (Odile said, sighing.) "I am so, so sorry."

"Ha! Nah It's fine. Oh yeah!"

"Name's Jan (she/they). Been managing this place for a while now, y'all are all happy to stay anytime."

"Oh! T-thank you Jan-" (Mira starts.)

"Free of charge, naturally." (Jan finishes.) "No buts! You saved the country!"

"B-but-!"

"Don't try, Mirabelle." (Odile shakes her head.) "I've tried paying for supplies before to no avail."

"Hmph, fine." (Mira pouted.) "Thank you very much, I-I just, feel a bit weird about it."

(Ha, you kinda did, too. You were still kinda broke though, you had two silver coins to your name and didn't want to get rid of either of them. So you did appreciae the freebies.)

(Just take the free food and shelter, Siffrin.)

(You know, you know. It just, still felt weird, taking things for free.)

(Jan handed over the room keys. A room with three beds for Odile, Mira, and Ramos. A room with two beds for Nille and Bonnie, and a room of two for you and Isabeau. Stay for a few days, get on the road again. It sounded nice! You and Odile headed upstairs to check the rooms out.)

(You unlock the door to your room, sizeable, little table and chair, wardrobe, window, and-)

"O-oh."

"Something wrong, Siffrin?" (Odile leans over to look in your room.) ". . . Hah!"

"S-shut uuuuupppp." (You hide your face in your cloak.)

"My my, is there something wrong with sharing a bed, Siffrin?"

"I-it just, feels," (You mumble.) "it feels kinda different i-if we're, y'know-"

"Bonded-to-be?" (Odile teases.)

(You choke on your words, your blushing, really, really hard.) "I-I-I'm I'm gonna, get, uh-"

"I understand Siffrin. I'll see you tomorrow, if you survive."

"Night. . ."

(You close the door, stars. What a day. What a weird stupid day. You put your pack down by the SINGLE bed and take a breath. You fought a sadness, you were walking all day, you found another blinding island thing. . . You try to open the window.)

(Great, the window didn't even open. It was stuck.)

(You sit down on the bed.)

(. . .)

(What, have nothing to add, Mal?)

(I do not.)

(You do, c'mon, share it.)

(I do not like this homestead. I do not like Jan. I do not like that there is a sadness, or that it froze us in time.)

(Well? What do you want ME to do about it.)

(Nothing. That's why I didn't want to bring it up.)

(What about that island phrase? Since that seems to be YOUR buisness.)

(. . . It's the equivelant of one of those, sarcastic, cheesy slogans some have in their homes here.)

(What? Like one of those "Change, Craft, Care" things?)

(If you must know, yes.)

(That makes you laugh. Even if your home is gone, some people still have those cheesy nicknacks.)

(Jan could not understand it. And did not mention their grandparent.)

(. . . Right. You'll ask about it in the morning, but you're tired. You start getting dressed into your nighties.)

(Isabeau. . . What do you do about Isabeau. You really like, no, no you LOVE him! You really, really do! Whenever you're around him you get a weird, bubbly feeling that you've never felt in your entire life.)

(But, what do you do about that?!? What would be ok?!? How, how do you talk to him about it! STARS why was this so complicated!! At least in a play relationships had a script, but trying to script out your relationship with someone in real life just, doesn't work.)

(You knew that all too well.)

(Go to Bonnie, favorite foods are rice, pineapple, and samosas WITH potato NO cheese. Go help them get stronger, trip, hug. See Odile, get the book from the bakery, find a clearing, talk. See Mirabelle, ask about papers, talk. Go see Isabeau. . .)

(You get the idea.)

(You had the perfect day down to a formula. You scripted it, orchistrated it, crafted it. But that in itself made it less real. The first time it was a back and forth, you all played your parts, and got your rewards. But every time after? You were the director telling them where to stand. For an audience you could not see.)

(. . . You did miss it. It was nice-)

"Hey Sif- O-oh--"

(You freeze up. That was Isa's voice, and, a-and-)

"S-sorryIshouldhaveknockedsorrysorry-!"

"N-noit'sfineit'sfineI-I'mfine." (You desperatly and quickly cover yourself. You dared not look at him.) "J-j-just, just, u-uh--"

"I-I didn't see anything!! I promise!!"

"A-alrightalright, alright, t-turn around a second I'll finish up quickly."

"O-okay, I'm not looking, sorry, oh crab I'm sorry Sif-"

"I-it's ok! Just, just give me a second." (You breathe in, and out. Stars, you could NEVER live this down!! You very quickly get your nighties on. Stars, your head feels hot.) "Ok, o-ok I'm good."

(You turn around, Isabeau was banging his head softly on the wall before turning around. He had the biggest blush you'd ever seen, impressive, honestly.) "I-I'm, so sorry Sif. . ."

"Y-you're good!! You're good, my back was to you so it wasn't that bad right?" (You smile at him.)

(He looks to the side, blush growing.)

(You squint.) ". . . . Did you see anything?"

". . . . . . . . . . . . . M-maybe-"

(Oh!)

(Oh okay! Got it! This is actually a nightmare and you're still asleep in Jouvente! Wow! It makes so much sense now! Stars, how could you-)

(Shut up, Siffrin.)

(You wince, right, Mal du Pays was here. Sorry.)

(Isa bowed his head.) "I-I'm really really really sorry."

(. . . . . Ah Stars to it. You wink at him.) "Hope you liked what you saw then."

"WH-" (Isabeau froze, processing, prioessing, processing. . .)

(Stars, Siffrin. You are as bad as Loop. Eugh.)

"W-well! I'm going to bed! If you get changed I promise I wont peek."

". . . . . One bed?" (It sounded like the air was being squeezed from Isabeau.) "I-I mean I'm fine with one bed it's just I thought it was two and y'know I just thought that-"

"N-no I was, uh, taken by surprise too! It's fine!" (Taken by surprise? You were being teased by Odile. Can we just go to sleep already?)

"R-right. . ." (It souned like Isa was getting slowly killed.)

(You turn around, getting comfortable. STARS how embaressing. . .)

(Why do you like him?)

(Why? Why not! He's kind! Funny, smart AND strong! He's just, uh. . .)

(You trust him.)

(And you don't?)

(. . .)

(Isabeau finishes up getting ready for bed, you feel him climb in the other side. You turn around.) "Hey."

"H-hey. . ." (He replies, still blushing.)

"Fancy meeting you here."

"W-what a coincidence, right?"

(You laugh softly, stars, now that you're in bed the days exhaustion was catching up to you.) "Is it, fine that we're sharing? A bed?"

"Y-yeahjust-" (He looks away all blushy.) "S-since we're. . . Y'know. . ."

(. . . Stars. He's beautiful.)

(You didn't think you'd like someone like this, you never really got it, after all. But now? With Isabeau here? Next to you in a comfortable, warm bed. You get it.)

(. . . . . Your eyes feel heavy. You can't have The Conversation tonight.) ". . . We can talk about it tomorrow, ok?"

"O-oh! Alright then, I am pretty tired. . ." (You had both been walking all day, of course you're tired.)

(. . . You wish you could kiss him goodnight. Not tonight.)

(Let's just go to sleep.)

"Night, Isa."

"Night, Sif!"

(Night Mal.)

(. . . Just get to sleep. Night.)

[fandomnsfw]

My Sexy Little Siren - Stile Stilinski x Reader

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x shy!virgin!Reader

Prompt: I did a poll and Stiles won! Congrats 🥲 sexy bastard.

Warning: smut, dirty talk, 18+. Virginity, making out. Fluff.

No beta sorry pups.

ENJOY!!!

****

You checked your bandana hadn’t slipped in your drivers side mirror before hopping out your baby blue F-85 Cutlass nervously. You brushed the front of your yellow sun dress before you started strolling into the school.

It was your first day at beacon hills and honestly you couldn’t be more nervous. Being supernatural meant you had to check with any other creatures living here before moving but after seeing Derek Hale the alpha in the area he’d gave you the go ahead telling you most of his pack resides at the same school.

You stared at the doors to the school with a shaker breath before finally opening one door trying to slip in undetected however the second you came in all eyes were on you. God why did you wear yellow today, you cursed yourself.

You look at your locker number on a sheet of paper you were holding and finally found it. You opened it and stuff your books inside before grabbing what you’d need for your first lesson however before you could close the door someone did it for you.

You looked up to see a guy with blonde hair and muscles but you weren’t swayed by his looks you were more angry that he could’ve trapped your hands in your locker but you decided to ignore him and try to walk past him but he quickly grabbed your wrist and dragged you back slightly.

“Where you going babe? My names Sam what’s yours?” He questioned in a tone that implied I had no choice but to answer.

Silly boy.

“Let go of me.” You huffed angrily your southern accent as prominent as ever.

“That’s a really pretty accent where you from?” He tried again and you were very quickly losing your patience.

“Hey Samual how about ya’ let the lady go before I tell Scott you’d be better on the bench.” A voice suddenly said from behind you. You spun around as Sam let you go and stood in front of you was possibly the cutest guy you’d ever seen.

He had little beauty spots all over his pale skin, the most amazing amber coloured eyes you’d ever seen with slightly messy brown hair too. His plump lips left you wondering what they would feel like pressed against yours.

“Whatever Stilinski.” Same grumbled before walking off.

“You the new supernatural?” He asked softly making your eyes widen but you gave him a nervous nod.

“Wolf?” He asked casually as he started strolling down the hall. You followed after him with a small smile.

“Siren.” You responded easily and he stopped quickly glancing at you with shocked eyes.

“I have so many questions.” He chuckled as he continued walking again.

“I would be happy to answer them all…Stilinski?” You replied cheerfully you southern accent causing him to smile.

“I like your accent and you can call me Stiles.” He grinned down at you as you flushed slightly.

“T-Thank you.” You muttered shyly as you looked down at the ground.

“I honestly thought you were gonna tell me you were a fairy.” Stiles suddenly said as he stopped in front of what also happened to apparently be his class.

“Why?” You asked curiously a slight frown on your face.

“Cos’ you’re pretty and delicate looking.” He answered honestly making you flush again.

“Stilinski stop flirting and sit your ass down!” The teacher shouted making you jump slightly.

“Yes coach!” Stiles shouted with gritted teeth making you giggle behind your hand.

“You’re the new girl…Y/N Y/L/N?” The coach asked and you nodded shyly making him look around the room.

“Lydia you can show Y/N around today.” He instructed and a small red head waved her hand at you and the seat next to her.

“I see you met Stiles.” Lydia spoke quietly as you opened your economics book.

“Yes he’s very charmin’.” You drawled softly making her eyes widen.

“Stiles? Stilinski?” She raised a brow at you making you blush once again. For goodness sake you wish you stop blushing.

“Mhm. He saved me from a jerk called Sam then said I was pretty and delicate like a fairy.” You giggled softly as you looked over to his seat noticing he was already looking at you, he gave a you a small wave with his slender fingers making you flush again.

“Stiles did?” Lydia huffed like she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing but you didn’t noticed as you were too busy staring at Stiles who had turned back round to face the front.

His shoulders were broad and strong looking and those beauty spots spread round the back of his neck too. It was very distracting so when coach called on you, you had no idea what to say.

“I’m as lost as last years Easter egg Sir.” You blurted out making everyone laugh and coach look at you in confusion.

“I ain’t gotta clue coach.” You stated clearly this time making him roll his eyes.

“McCall.” He growled as his eyes flicked to a dark hair tan boy.

“Coach have you done something different with your hair?” The boy called McCall laughed nervously and Stile buried his head in his desk to contain his laughter.

You casually leaned onto your hand hiding your mouth as best you could unfortunately coaches eyes clocked both you and Stilinski he was seething.

“Detention. Stilinski. Y/N. And let’s not forget McCall!” He screamed making you jump slightly but you had to bite you lip to stop from laughing.

Great detention on your first day.

*****

You glanced around the cafeteria as you spotted Lydia waving to you. You strolled over to what you assumed was the pack table with grace as you found a seat next to Stiles.

“Hi.” Stiles said sweetly as he shot you a grin that made you flush with a small shy smile occupying your lips.

“Hi.” You muttered softly looking up to see everyone staring at you.

“Stiles says you’re a Siren? What exactly is that?” McCall asked carefully with furrowed brows.

“Oh my god do you have a tale?” A curly haired boy asked across the table.

“Not that I’m aware of.” You snorted softly making stiles smile.

“So what can you do?” Stiles asked casually as he ate a French fry.

“I can sing. I’ve been told when sirens get older they can single handedly stop wars.” You informed seriously making everyone nod thoughtfully.

“So does it work on everyone? What exactly happens when someone is sung to?” He carried on his questions which you happily answered throughout lunch time.

By the end of lunch you’d learnt everyone names and their place in the pack. You found them all so fascinating and it was nice to belong to a group so quickly.

******

You were making your way to detention with coach when you bumped into a rather sturdy chest making you stumble backwards however a strong arm wrapped around your waist stopping you from falling on your ass.

You automatically placed your hands on whoever’s chest it was to steady yourself before looking up to see it was Stiles. Your eyes fluttered a little as you took in his featured this close up.

“S-Sorry I wasn’t w-watchin’ where I was goin’.” You stuttered nervously before taking your hands away from his chest but still not stepping back.

“It’s okay Y/N.” The way he said your name made you shiver and your heart to start to pound in your chest.

You moved around him to walk into coaches econ room as your tried to contain your heart rate knowing Scott would hear it. Scott was already sat in the room where coach stood up and stared down at all of you with a glare.

“I have stuff to do so sit here and read or something. No talking.” He stated before leaving the room.

You sat there reading a book you’d bought yourself last week in silence until the boys started whispering to one another making you look up catching them looking at you.

“Is it genetic or because you’re a siren?” Scott asked nervously making you frown. You ween’t sure what they were referring to so you just raised a brow at them.

“Your…well everything.” Stiles pointed to your body and waved his hand awkwardly.

“Are ya’ll asking if am attractive because am a siren?” You drawled with an eye roll.

“Yes?” He chuckled unsure of whether he was offending you.

“The answer is I don’t know. My mama was real pretty but she was human. So could be either as I got the siren side from my daddy.” You giggled softly making them nod with a small smile.

Detention came and went without a hitch and you were now walking with Scott and Stiles to the parking lot, giggling softly at them as they bickered with one another like brothers.

“Would either of you like dinner at mine? I usually make way too much for myself?” You asked as both boys walked you to your car.

“I would but I promised my mom I’d bring her dinner tonight.” Scott chuckled making you nod softly.

“My dads working all night so yeah I’d love to.” Stiles answered honestly making you smile at him gently.

“Just follow me. Oh an I’ll give ya’ some for you to take to your dad.” You offered, flushing a little when Stiles opened your car door helping you in like a true gentleman.

He nodded at you offer for food for his dad as you clicked your seat belt in before closing the door. You rolled down your window and gave him your best and brightest southern belle smile.

“Why thank you.” You replied playfully your southern accent making it even more humorous.

“You are quite welcome Miss Y/L/N.” Stiles said with a fake southern accent making you giggle.

“I’ll see you soon.” You muttered before waving him to his car.

As you drove home you occasionally checked you mirror making sure you still looked put together before applying a little gloss with one hand as you tried to pay attention to the road still.

You brush the ends of your hair a little, your waves falling nicely over your shoulders as finally pulled up at your little house.

“So you live alone?” Stiles asked as he got out his jeep.

“Mhmm ma’ daddy left me the car and both parents left me enough money to buy myself and house and live off until I finish school.” You answered honestly making him smile understandingly.

“It’s a nice car.” He stated as you unlocked your front door.

Your house was small and on the edge of the woods but it had a nice garden in the front and back which allowed you to grow fruit and vegetables. You also had two chickens in the back allowing you to live mostly off the land accept for meat.

“I used to live on a big farm.” You stated with a chuckled as he observed you house quietly.

“How was that?” He asked sweetly making you grin.

“It was fun. I spent my life raising stock and riding horses in the country but after they died I couldn’t stay there so I sold the farm and started looking for somewhere to live. I eventually decided on California but I didn’t wanna live in the city so I looked at near by towns and found this one had the most supernatural activity and decided I’d maybe finally have friends that understood being different.” You rambled as you took some vegetables, you’d picked this morning, out the fridge.

You had been living here a few weeks before you started school so you could get yourself settled and now everything in your home was exactly how you wanted it.

“That sounds nice actually. I’ve always been more of a wild card I guess. Scott actually got bit one night when I thought it would be fun to go and find a dead body in the woods. My dads the Sheriff so I listen in on all his calls and radio stuff.” He chuckled darkly making you smile sadly.

“Ya’ couldn’t of known Stiles.” You stated seriously as you touched his arm sweetly before taking out a knife and began chopping some tomatoes up.

“Did you not have a boyfriend you were leaving behind?” He suddenly asked making you pause in your current task.

You looked up at him in shock before giggling and shaking your head. You weren’t exactly popular in your old school in fact most people thought you and your mother were witches.

“No I had a boyfriend a few years ago but he dumped me when everyone kept telling him I was a cursed witch.” You chuckled softly making his eyes widen.

“I used to be in love with Lydia. She was popular and I was a serious nerd so I wasn’t in her league but I guess we are friends now.” He huffed with an awkwardly laugh.

“Well her loss.” You stated sweetly as you smiled at him.

“Most would argue that. Including me.” He laughed making you frown.

“You’re hot, sweet, a gentleman and smart I don’t under how people aren’t flocking to your door.” You replied honestly but blushed at your own words avoiding his eyes as you continued chopping up more vegetables.

“You think I’m hot?” Stiles asked in disbelief.

“Well you think I’m pretty and delicate.” You retaliated slightly childishly.

“That’s because you are.” He whispered suddenly you were very aware he wasn’t stood across the room but was now stood behind you.

As he spoke his breath had fanned against your neck causing a shiver to run down you spine and goosebumps to make an appearance.

His hand were on you hips lightly pressing as he turned you around to face him, effectively trapping you against the kitchen counter. His amber coloured eyes lit up under the glow of the late evening sun and his lips were looking much more tempting.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked sweetly as his hand pushed your hair away from your neck softly before cupping under your jaw.

You were so captivated by him the next words that came out weren’t exactly voluntary.

“You…can do whatever you want to me Stiles Stilinski.” You muttered breathlessly.

That’s all it took for him to lean down and close the gap between you. His lips were just as soft as you’d pictured them but the way he kissed you took you by surprise. He gripped onto you tightly, his kiss was passionate yet so loving like you were lover he couldn’t bare to part with.

You whimpered against his lips as his tongue swept across your bottom lip slowly as if he didn’t dare ask for permission but you gave it him instantly.

Yours arms came up to his chest gripping the black tshirt under his plaid one. Once your tongue met and entangled with his, your legs instantly felt weak underneath you. So when they collapsed from under you, you weren’t exactly surprised.

However Stiles seemed to be as he caught you up but pulled back from the kiss to look down at you with wide eyes. His eyes scanned your entire face as if looking for the reason your legs gave out but all he saw was how fucked you were just from a kiss.

“Jesus…you look…blissed.” He whispered in utter disbelief before diving back down and claiming your lips again.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands never letting go of his black T-shirt as honestly the rest of your body wasn’t cooperating you were a puddle under his strong arms and sweet lips.

His hands skimmed across the tiny patch of skin exposed on your ribs and your face flushed and you stuttered out a breath. He pulled back again his eyes scanning you whole body this time.

“Are you always this responsive?” He asked shyly as he finally stepped back slightly making you grab onto the counter to steady yourself.

“N-No.” You whispered quietly.

“I would like to take you on a date.” Stiles suddenly asked making you flush slightly but smile at his words giving him an enthusiastic nod.

*****

It had been a few weeks since you and Stiles had started dating but you’d yet to tell the pack because Stiles said he wanted you all himself for a little bit.

However as the weeks went on you began hating the secret more and more. Mostly because you weren’t able to touch him in school and it was killing you. You’d only made out a few times since the first kiss and you didn’t want to pressure Stiles but you were really starting to feet a tad bit touch starved.

It wasn’t like you didn’t have other people who hugged you and left little touches on your shoulder but it wasn’t Stiles. Which is how you found yourself absolutely bewitched with your hot sweating boyfriend as he ran around at lacrosse practice.

You didn’t even know how long you’d been staring but when Lydia’s voice spoke next to you, you jumped a little.

“Do you see what I see Allison?” Lydia teased as she watched you closely.

“Oh you mean the drool coming off Y/N’s lip?” She laughed as she looked down at the field.

“Which one is it? Hmm? I know all the players I could introduce you!” Lydia exclaimed making your eyes widen half thankful they hadn’t realise who captured your attention. You look back down to see Stiles lift his shirt to wipe his face before taking a drink, your face flushed as you let out a little squeak.

“Oh my god is it-” You covered Lydia mouth before she could say it and he face lit up.

“Shh the boys have Wolf hearing you know!” You snapped quietly making Scott look up at you guys.

“But the one your looking at doesn’t!” Lydia squealed like it was scandalous.

Scott nudged Stiles throwing his head in your direction with a smile making Stiles look up at you with a grin. He gave you a wink before running back off to practise occasionally catching your eyes on him.

“Did Stiles Stilinski just wink at you!?” Erica laughed making you bury your head in the book you had been trying to read before you got distracted.

“You guys are so embarrassing.” You grumbled with a pout as you sunk into your seat on the bleachers more.

******

Once practise had finished you and the girls made your way to your locker so you could grab your jacket they gossiped away about random things happening in school but quickly shut up as soon as Stiles started towards your locker.

You closed you locker quietly but suddenly your back was against your locker and Stiles was in front of you, arm leaning next to your head as he bent down slightly so his eyes were boring into yours.

“You got plans?” He asked casually making Lydia whisper something to Allison you didn’t quite catch.

“I’m going shopping with the girls tonight for the dance on Friday.” You answered quietly glancing at the girls who were wide eyed and very interested to see where this was going.

“You look good in red.” He stated seriously before before glancing at the girls then back to you.

“Wanna go to the dance together?” He asked teasingly making you flush and look at the floor with a nod.

“I’ll pick you up at 7.” He chuckled before walking off with a smirk.

“What’s gotten into him?” Erica laughed like she couldn’t believe that was even Stiles.

“Your gonna have to drag me to the car. I’ve suddenly lost the ability to move my legs.” You sighed dreamily making the girls giggle.

“So how long you guys been dating?” Allison suddenly asked making your eyes bug out there head before you started choking on thin air.

“Since my first week…but we kissed the first day.” You informed them shyly.

“Oh my god. How have you guys kept this a secret from wolves?!” Lydia laughed as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Because we haven’t gone on that many dates and we’ve only kissed a handful of times.” You muttered with a blush covering your cheeks as you arrived at your car.

“Why?” Erica asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know…maybe I seem too desperate. Whenever he kisses me I always looked like I’ve had my brains fucked out.” You mumbled shrugging your shoulders.

“Oooooh.” Lydia says like she finally understands.

“What?” You asked quickly earning a few giggles.

“He’s treating you like a delicate flower.” Allison answered honestly making you frown.

“He needs to know you want him to take control. You’re a sexy siren he probably thinks that if you wanted to go further you would.” Erica suggested as an alternative.

“Or maybe he doesn’t wanna push you. You maybe a sexy siren but you’re also very shy. There’s one word that might work to push him over the edge.” Lydia sighed softly before raising her brows as if trying to build tension.

“Please.” She stated seriously and you frowned in confusion.

“Erica you drive I need more context.” You say passing her the keys to your car.

You got in the back with Lydia as Allison took the passenger seat. You glanced at Lydia and gave her a nod letting her know you need more information. She clicked her seatbelt on and launched into her explanation.

“So you look like that after making out so the easiest thing to do would be look him in the eyes when he pulls away say ‘please’ in a quiet voice and then bite your bottom lip.” She stated like it was common knowledge.

“That will work?” You questioned uneasily.

“Yes 100%.” Lydia nodded enthusiastically.

Okay so that’s what you’ll do the next chance you get.

*****

You ran you hand over you dress as you stared at your reflection before spinning round to Allison who was getting ready at yours since Scott would be riding with us too.

“You look amazing stop doubting yourself.” She stated without you even saying a word.

“If you don’t get laid tonight we’re going back to that shop for a refund.” Lydia said over the FaceTime on Allison’s phone.

“Okay I’m ready.” You stood with your head held high as Allison put the last leaf clip on your hair.

“Good because I think the boys are here.” She said as she glanced out your bedroom window.

You both came down and opened the door before Stiles even had chance to knock, his eyes widening as they ran down your full body.

“I think he’s broken.” Scott said to Allison as he escorted her to the car.

“I am not broken I was trying not to say something inappropriate in front of company.” He growled with a smirk on his face as he offered you his hand.

“Shame on you Mr Stilinski.” You giggled softly before taking his offered arm.

“Not yet.” He muttered under his breath but you heard it causing you to flush.

*******

As you walked into the dance on Stiles arm a lot of people looked shocked. You weren’t sure if it was your dress or your date but you didn’t care.

Stiles was looking at you like you were the only one in the room and that was worth more attention than other people. He was wearing a black suit jacket a black shirt and red tie with plain black slacks.

“To the dance floor sexy lady.” He chuckled as he spun you playfully on your way to the dance floor.

You happily danced to a few songs before you dragged him off to sit down. He kissed your head, before telling you he’d get you a drink. Allison smirked at you the second he was gone but you just rolled your eyes at her.

“He’s so confident. It’s weird.” Scott laughed as her glanced over at you.

“It’s probably because there’s only room for one blushing mess in a relationship.” You joked softly making him shoot you his famous dopey grin.

“Or maybe you make him feel sexy.” Erica snorted making you flush once again.

You ignored all of them as Stiles brought you a drink. You took a sip before looking over at him with a sweet smile. He shot you a small grin before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m gonna get some air.” You whispered in his ear so he’d hear you okay, he nodded and put his jacket over your shoulders before holding out his arm for you again.

You shot a look over your shoulders letting the girls know you were gonna try now. Their eyes widened as they looked at each other with a grins on their face.

You leaned against the wall outside the school taking a deep breath as you let the cold air take away some of your cheeks redness.

“You look like a goddess.” Stiles whispered as he approached, blocking you against the wall, both his hands laying flat beside your head.

“And you look hot as fuck with your sleeves rolled up.” You giggled playfully making him bow his head against your collar bone with a laugh.

He looked up again his eyes flicking between your red lips and your Y/E/C eyes. You slid your hands up his ribs to his chest as he leaned in and finally kissed you.

He started slow but when you accepted his tongue into the equation he quickly became more frantic. His hands moving to your hips as he pulled your body towards him so you were pressed against him completely.

When you nails raked down his chest he pulled away and stared into your eyes like he always did only this time you looked back.

“Please.” You moaned before biting your lip. It happened faster than you thought it would his eyes went from amber to almost completely black as he gripped your hips in a way you knew would leave bruises.

“Fuck.” He groaned as you pulled you in for a quick yet passionate kiss.

“Go get in the jeep.” He instructed, passing you the keys.

As you turned to go to the jeep you noticed the girl peeking round the corner and shooed them away. You jogged over to the jeep getting in the passenger side before popping the key in the ignition.

Stiles got into the car started it, his free hand coming to rest on your thigh and he didn’t say a would the whole ride home. Once we arrived he ran round and opened the door for you, holding out his hand so you could stepped out.

He locked his car before dragging you towards the house still not saying anything as he took your keys and unlocked your front door.

However once the door was shut he spun around pushing you against the wall next to the front door, his lips on your immediately.

“Say it again.” He murmured against your lips.

“Please. Need you Stiles.” You added this time.

His hands were in your hair gripping it as he pulling you into another heavy kiss. Your tongue didn’t even try to battle it yet gave into him like he was in control of your body.

“God do you know how hard it was to stop after kissing you all those other time?” Stiles groaned as he began kissing down your neck, nipping and sucking the skin around your collar bone as he reached it.

“I wanted you on that first day.” You moaned softly as his hand wandered down to your ass.

“If I had known that I would’ve taken you on the fucking kitchen counter sweet girl.” He whispered in you ear seductively.

“Run to your bedroom, get out that dress and wait for me on the bed.” You gave him a nod before running to your bedroom.

You hurried to unsteadily unbuckle your shoes before kicking them off and then you unzipped your dress. You let the dress fall to the floor and took off your jewellery finally leaving you in a simple blood red thong.

You laid down on your bed kicking your legs in the air for about 5 minutes before Stiles came in with two waters and a bunch of snacks making you furrow you brow at him in frustration.

“Don’t worry that’s for after I’m done with you baby.” He chuckled as he stripped his shirt and tie before doing the same with his pants leaving him in boxers only.

He crawled onto the bed with a smirk before flipping you over some he could take all of you in. His long slender hand trailed down your neck and in between your bare chest and you stomach before you got to the edge of your panties.

“May I?” He asked sweetly making you flush but give him a nod of confirmation.

He pulled down your panties at an agonisingly slowly pace leaving kisses in his wake. When they were finally on the floor he opened your legs and really took your whole body in as he bit his bottom lip.

“Look at you all laid out and wet for me. You really are a goddess sent just for me.” He groaned as he admired your glistening sex.

“Need you to touch me Sti.” You moaned as you hand your own hands over you erect nipples.

“Okay baby. I got you.” He whispered seductively as his head disappeared from view.

His breath was suddenly blowing across your wet folds. You shivered nervously but opened your legs more for him which he rewarded with a small kiss on you thigh.

“Your so pretty baby.” He muttered as his tongue came out to lick gently up your slit.

You quickly realised he wasn’t just talking about you in general, he was talking about a specific part of you that he was currently spreading out gently.

You felt so exposed but you never once tried to hide yourself from his gaze or touch. You knew it was because you trusted him with all of you, even your heart.

“Come here baby.” He whispered as he gripped your thighs, pulling you closer before his tongue was on you.

He was gentle and very attentive, he listened to your body and responded. When he thrust his tongue inside of you, you couldn’t help the long dirty moan that came out your mouth as you grind against his tongue.

“Stiles.” You whimpered as your hands thread through his hair pulling slightly as his tongue went back to your clit drawing random shapes on it.

As he continued his ministrations there whilst he used the wetness from your entrance to coat two of his fingers. He circled around you hole causing your hole to flutter.

“Please need yer’ long fingers. Been thinking about them since you first waved at me in class.” You pleaded quietly, blushing at your own words.

“So needy aren’t you baby?” He whispered against your clit before continuing his task.

He pushed twos finger in causing you to feel a slight stretch. His fingers were a lot bigger than yours but you didn’t care you loved it. He curled his fingers upwards and started massaging that spot you had honestly never bothered to find.

“Oh god…love please.” You begged as you started grinding against him again and he he never stopped you.

Suddenly you had a boost of confidence and gripped its harder pulling and pushing him where you want it seem to turn him on further making him moan against your clit.

He suddenly started licking faster, his fingers never stopping but then he pulled away sitting up as you teetered the edge. Before you could say anything he start thrusting his finger in an upwards motion as the heel of his hand grind against your swollen wet button.

“Oh fuck!” You screamed as you gripped the sheets at either side of you desperately trying to ground yourself.

He sped up his hand making you arch your back off the bed. He moved his palm but his fingers kept up and he dove back down using his tongue again. The switch to soft and wet had you cumming without warning.

“Fuck.” Stiles moaned as he sat back to watch you come undone.

You body shook as your legs slammed shut twitching slightly. You looked up at him with hooded eyes as you pulled him towards you.

“You should know…I’m a virgin.” You whispered breathlessly

“So am I baby.” Stiles chuckled before kissing your chest before moving to your nipples.

“How did you make me cum better than I’ve ever done to myself?” You giggled softly which was broken my a moan as Stiles bit your nipple and a predatory grin on his face.

“I like research.” Was all he said before sitting up again.

“You got a condom?” He asked cautiously.

“No but I’ve been on iud since about a year ago for other reason.” You blushed at the implication but when you saw Stiles eyes darken further it was worth it.

“Need to be inside you.” Stiles groaned before bending down to kiss you passionately.

He lined himself at your entrance as he pulled back from the kiss to look into your eyes. You gave him a nod as you wrapped your arms around him. Fuck he was bigger than you’d expected.

You dug your nails into his back as he pushed into you slowly, his forehead leaning against yours as he stared into your eyes.

It felt so intimate and right even as he finally broke through your barrier. You whimpered in pain a single tear falling down the side of your face which he wiped away sweetly before kissing you lovingly.

“That’s the hard bit done baby. I’m sorry.” He whispered against your cheeks the guilt in his voice made your heart flutter as you clung to him tightly.

You looked into his eyes and in the moment you knew. You were so utterly in love with him.

“I love you Stiles.” You whispered thought it came more out like a moan when you moved by accident causing him to push in deeper.

He stared at you for a second as if process what you’d said before he kissed you again for a few seconds then pulled back.

“I love you too.” He huffed with a small laugh like he was trying to contain his happiness.

“Make love to me Stiles.” You whimpered as you grind against him, the pain mostly gone.

“I got you.” He whispered breathlessly against your skin.

He pulled almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in, changing his angles with every thrust until you cried out loudly making him chuckle softly.

“That the right spot baby?” Stiles teased as he grind into that spot again.

“Mhm. Feel’s so good.” You whimpered as your fingers came to thread through his hair.

You tugged at the strands making him thrust into you a little harder still hitting that spot. God you told him to make love to you but honestly with how you felt you really wish he’d just fuck you.

You ran your hands down the back of his neck gently before you got to his back and scraped you nails down in. He arched his back pressing his chest into yours but did exactly what you wanted and sped up.

“Oh shi- Yes!” You moaned rather loudly which only seemed to have Stiles speeding up more.

“Come on baby.You gonna cum for me?” He smirked but that quickly dropped as he moaned when you clenched around him.

His hand snaked down to your clit rubbing slow soft circles on it which paired with the fact that he was fucking you like a wild animal tipped you over the edge.

“Shit Stiles! Oh y-yeah cum inside me Sti. Want yer’ to fill me up.” You moaned as you rode out your orgasm.

Stiles pulled his hand away and started pounding into you with everything he had. You clenched around him and finally you felt him twitch inside you as he coated your walls.

His thrusts slowed down until they stopped as you collapsed on top of you however quickly rolled you over so you were on top.

He didn’t move to take himself out of you as he laid there catching his breath as you laid on his chest your eyes drifting slightly. Stiles sat up with you in his lap, still inside of you.

You whimpered a little clenching around his now half hard cock. You stared up at him with so much love as he stroked you cheek sweetly.

“Was that okay baby?” He asked softly causing a dopey grin to take over your face.

“Was perfect. Love how ya’ feel inside me.” You giggled drowsily as you threw your arms around his neck.

“I love you.” He whispered against your hair before rolling over so you were under him again.

“I love you too.” You replied as he pulled out causing a moan to leave you mouth.

“Stay there my love.” He muttered as he ran off to you bathroom across the hall.

He came back with a cloth, wiping you down which made you flush and hide you face behind your arms. He chuckled before taking the cloth back to your bathroom you popped on you things before passing him to go into the bathroom and pee.

You came back and he was sat in his boxers drinking some water and texting he someone. But as you came in topless he soon dropped it and crooked his finger telling you to come here you sat down on his lap and curled up into his chest.

“I’ve just told my da-”

His phone started ringing seeng his dads name on the screen he rolled his eyes and clicked the green phone icon before putting it on speaker as he passed you your water.

“Your not with Scott because his mom just left the hospital to pick him up cos you left him and Allison at the dance.” His dad huffed with what you could feel was definitely and eye roll.

“Fine I’m at my girlfriends.” He answered honestly but his dad went silent.

“What girlfriend?” He suddenly said like he wasn’t sure he heard right.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” Stiles grumbled making you giggle.

“Oh my god that was a girl! Is that why you bought a new suit?” The sheriff laughed.

“Good bye Daddio!” Stiles shouted as he hung up.

“Aww you bought a new suit for me?” You giggled softly making him roll his eyes playfully.

“Come here my sexy little siren.” He chuckled as he pulled you on top of him.

[ranscutedoll]

Solid Land

Rindou x reader W.Count: 1058 Genre: Angst to Fluff, reader has family problems, incredibly self-indulgent

Rindou didn't know what to expect when you called him. Truth be told you had disappeared on him and he was growing a bit worried. So when he answered the phone and heard you sniffing, he abandoned everything to run to your side as fast as he could.

The moment you saw his car make the turn and enter your street, you ran towards it. You knew that disappearing wasn't healthy, but so far it was a coping mechanism that had been working for you. Sadly the amount of times that Rindou had reassured you that it was ok to talk to him when you needed someone, assuring you that you were not a burden, seem to had fallen on deaf ears once more. But he couldn't be angry with you. You may had been putting on a strong front most of the time, seeming almost unapproachable, but he knew that deep down there was a gentle soul, that longed to be cared for. And he vowed to himself to be there for you.  So seeing the tears that were running down your face pained him dearly.

The moment you sat yourself into the passenger seat, Rindou pulled you in a hug. A hug you realized you needed more than anything at that moment.

"I am here for you, darling. I am here" he comforted, while running his hands up and down your back to sooth your nerves. "Let it out sweetheart" he said as he kissed your temple, encouraging and letting you process the emotions you were feeling. It took a while, but once you seemed to have finally relaxed a bit, you retracted from him with a shy yet grateful smile, which Rindou made sure to reciprocate. He momentarily broke the eye contact to retrieve a blanket, he had brought with him, from the back seat, throwing it around you, trying to make you feel as comfortable as one could in such a cramped space.

"Want to talk about it?...I am not going to force you, but I am here for you, you know that" he spoke calmly, without a hint of judgment in his voice or tone.

"I...Thank you, Rin... I, I guess I have been feeling overwhelmed? My family has been pressuring me in every area of my life and it is getting a bit much. I feel like I am suffocating" you confessed feeling a new set of tears. Rindou knew of how your family was; and he hated it.  He hated how they always kept asking for more and more, draining your energy and motivation. You had to be perfect at school, perfect at social interactions, perfect, perfect, perfect.  Nothing was good enough for them.

"And the control...the micromanaging...sometimes it feels like I am not even an actual human being, that I am just a robot made to cater to their needs" you chuckled bitterly.

Rindou didn't know what to say...he knew that whatever he could or would say could only be words of encouragement.  And such words mattered of course they did. He just wished he could do something to actually help you, other than just listening to you.

"Wanna go for a drive, pretty? And get some comfort food? Or go to the beach?" he inquired. A night away might be of help, he thought. And you smiled, like you always did.  "You are an angel,  you know that Rinnie? A knight in shinning armor"

"Only for you, milady" he said and sealed it off with a wink, starting the car.

You soon found yourselves in the drive through of your favourite fast food places with Rindou rolling down the window to order for the both of you.

"...and a kid's meal, please...Yes, thank you" and that cracked you up. A kid's meal? At your age? Rindou looked at you defensively

"You know you want it! I even told the cashier to put the toy in there" and you laughed. He was honestly so precious.

"I love you so much Rinnie.  I appreciate having you in my life so so much" you said solemnly while playing with his hair a bit. Rindou was your safe space amidst a sea of chaos and uncertainty, he was your solid land.

Once the goods were retrieved, Rindou drove the two of you up the hill and parked at a spot that overlooked the city. The stars above you shining, reminding you of how fleeting life's problems can be.

The two of you sat quietly for a few minutes, taking in the view and basking in each other's presence. It felt serene, calm...rejuvenating. 

You were the first one to make a move to grab the food, and you truly felt grateful

"Thank you Rinnie.  I know i probably said it many times already, but thank you"

"You're welcome, baby. I'll always be there for you, no matter what. Don't let the problems of others affect your life or define your worth. You're priceless to me...now c'mon...open that meal, i wanna see what toy they gave us" you snickered at that. Of course he did. So you complied making quick work of the box and pulling out a small plush toy.

"It's Cinammoroll!!!"

"Bleh...too soft" he teased and you both burst out laughing.

"What, I thought you liked soft things?" you said with a fake hurt voice. Rindou hummed and reached for your cheek.

"Well, I do like SOME soft things" he said and pinched your cheek hard. You made a sound of genuine hurt and before you could say anything, he moved his head to kiss the spot he pinched.

"Are you feeling better sweet angel?” he asked once he had retreated back to his seat.

“Mmm, yeah...Thanks to you” you smiled at him as you reached towards the rear-view mirror hanging the Cinammoroll plush there. “A small present” you joked a bit. You knew how Rindou would react.

“There’s no way that stays there!” and reached to remove it, but you slapped his hand away.

“Noooooo, it’s cute!!!!” you laughed

“But-”

“No buts!” you laughed not having any of his arguments.

In the end, it was moments like these that life felt good and worth living. The night breeze gently rustling through the car, you and Rindou sharing food with each other, knowing that you had found solid land in each other.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.74 San Sequoia dreaming

Dub was such a blast to hang out with, and I really wished we could have spent more time together, swapping stories and figuring out our lives. But eventually, he had to leave and meet Maia to catch their train. It made me really happy when he said he wanted to stay in touch. I was planning to ask him, but he beat me to it, and I was stoked to finally have a new friend. When I got home, Sophia asked where I'd come from all suited up, and I told her about meeting Dub. Needless, she was thrilled to hear about my new friend. That night, as I lay beside her, the memories of the afternoon replayed in my mind, from the tour to our conversations. At that moment, I recognized what I need to do. Or rather, how I needed to do it. I hyped up San Sequoia so much, but I never actually showed it to her. How could I expect her to be on board with going to a place she had never seen? For all she knew, it could be just another sleepy little town, like Oasis Springs. We were partners, and I knew she would pack up and leave when I was ready, but I wanted her to be excited about it. I needed her enthusiasm because, without it, she could resent me later. So, the next morning, as she began to stir, I asked if she had any plans.

"I was gonna ask if you did," she said between a big yawn.

I smiled, happy to receive a green light, and moved some stray hairs away from her face.

"I do. I want to show you San Sequoia."

"Okay!"

She got up immediately and hopped into the shower. After we ate breakfast, we gathered the dogs and headed out to the Celebration Center. I was determined to be a better tour guide this time around.

"San Sequoia is a great place for families," I began. "And this neighborhood is the hub. It's called Gilbert Gardens, and I love it here."

She glanced around, taking it all in.

"It's pretty here."

"This place is like a community hangout spot. They've got something to build just about any skill you can name for all ages."

"Wow! That's so important. Is this an affluent area? You usually only see learning centers in nicer areas."

"From what I've learned, San Sequoia is a very diverse city, economically and socially. I personally have experienced the latter."

She nodded, satisfied with my answers, but the lake stole her attention.

"I just want to jump in there. I haven't been swimming in so long. My body is calling for it!"

"Swimming is allowed! And the weather is warm most of the year, so you could come here literally anytime you want."

I saw a sparkle in her eyes and knew that was the moment she saw herself in San Sequoia. My tour was successful, and she hadn't seen the best parts yet, so I kept going.

"That's the spa I told you about over there. They've got everything and-"

"Oh look at this," she shouted in the middle of my sentence. "This is the cutest, biggest splash park I've ever seen! We've gotta bring our kids here!"

That last part made me feel all warm inside, but I didn't want to give myself away yet, so I demoted my smile to a slight smirk.

"We will."

We walked around the lake, and I told her about the track. And of course I took her to the Arboretum and told her of the trail. I could tell she was eager for more, but we had another place to go. Next, we headed to what I hoped would become our new neighborhood. We strolled leisurely through the streets, hand in hand, looking at houses, making sure our dogs didn't wander too far. The back of the neighborhood, where the Michaels' lived, ended at the water. The closer we got, the faint smell of salt in the air got stronger. Like many cities, San Sequoia had its signature architecture, and many of the houses looked the same. But each one had its own unique characteristic, whether it was a garden or a cozy porch or even tacky stuff in the yard. All the homes comprised the tight-knit community I longed to be part of again.

"This is Hopewell Hills, my old neighborhood."

"That's a nice name. I see why you love it here so much. It's so quiet!"

I grinned in pride for San Sequoia never disappointed. As we rounded the corner, the salty tang of the ocean permeated the air, and my heart began to race because it was almost showtime. I wasn't nervous at all, but my excitement ate me up inside. With our destination just steps away, I created a diversion to set up my production. I slowed my pace and walked toward the marina, which had the most magnificent, unobstructed view of the bridge.

"This is my favorite spot in the neighborhood," I said.

The bridge stood there, tall and majestic, proclaiming to all who gazed upon it, "THIS is San Sequoia!"

"Woooow! It looks so close, like you could swim to it," she said.

"You can't get any closer without being in Anchorpoint Wharf."

I casually turned around to face the house we'd been standing in front of.

"I love this house, too. I ran by here every day, imagining what it would be like to live there and watch the sky change colors at sunset on the porch."

"That sounds amazing. And this house is beautiful, Luca. Is it empty?"

"Sure is."

She left me to walk around and peek in the windows. I watched her for a little while, hoping she saw something she liked.

"I want to buy this house," I confessed finally.

She ceased her exploration and came back to me with a look of concern.

"It's so big! Can we afford it?"

I guess after living in a tiny house for as long as she did, most houses seemed large to her. To me, it was the perfect size, with no wasted rooms or cramped spaces.

"Probably not," I replied. "But we can figure it out....make a plan."

Worry still radiated off her face, but that's just how she rolled.

"But...can your SimTube money really handle this?"

I grabbed her hands.

"It might take some time, but I think we can do it. Whatever it takes, I'll figure it out. One day, it'll be me and you sitting on the porch watching the sunset. I'll build get my dad to build that treehouse for our kids. Rosie will run around this neighborhood and Kooper will chill on the porch watching her."

She laughed, but her eyes began to water.

"Ha ha! I think that's what they're doing now. Gosh, Luca! You're an excellent salesman! I want all of that right now!"

"I do too. That's really why I brought you here today. I love you, Sophia. I've loved you for a really long time, whether or not I knew it. You're the only woman who could get me to this point. And you're the only woman I'd want any of that with. We've been tiptoeing around marriage and starting a family. It's something you've been wanting and waiting for. And I just want you to know...I want it too. All of it. And I'm ready and want to give it to you. Sophia, will you marry me?"

"OH MY WATCHER! OH MY WATCHER!!!"

I wished I could snapshot that moment. She was so adorably shocked. It amazed me that she didn't catch on, but I was delighted to see her sincerely surprised.

"YES!!!! Of course I will!! Oh, Lucaaaa!!"

The ring dazzled her immediately after she took it and put it on. I was so happy she liked it because I knew nothing about jewelry and didn't ask for help. But as soon as I laid eyes on it, I knew it was the perfect one.

"Awwwww it's a heart-shaped diamond! It's so beautiful!"

"We're getting married, Luca!!"

"I can't wait."

[archivalofsins]

It's been a good while since the end of trial two and a lot has changed in the fandom overall. Even more will change over the course of trial three. I think in this area of uncertainty and impatience it's easy to forget everything that transpired.

Admittedly I'm kind of proud of my growth over this period of time and how the experience has impacted how I interact with fandom and the internet overall.

Not to sound incredibly old fashioned but I think there's still much to unpack from trial two before heading into trial three. So, the down time between the end of trial report and now has been greatly appreciated.

A lot happened.

Haruka's broken 50/50 as people highlighted the risks of him remaining unrestrained not only to himself but others.

People stating that anyone voting Yuno guilty was a pro-life conservative, politicizing her trial as pro-life pro-choice debate. Even going as far to state that Milgram was a sexist series for including her at all.

Futa's was just funny because it was a bold faced admission by the audience that they were in fact too much like Futa to properly judge him. Amongst other things.

Mu's trial was a bunch of people politicizing it in the opposite direction using a bunch of right wing buzzwords like calling it fake news, for some reason bringing race into it from headcanoning her victim as half black, then victim blaming like her victim attacked first so she deserved to die.

Shidou well fuck we need a doctor so go off king. Like it wasn't even about him it was about Mahiru I know who I really cared about here. I couldn't give one singular fuck about Shidou even now. Oh he might hurt Kotoko I don't give a fuck if he does his doctor role what he does in his off time is his business. Nobody was thinking oh my god what about the harm the guy with the medical degree can do to others here when they voted him innocent nobody cared. Like honestly he has a medical degree he can do a lot of harm but that wasn't our problem or main concern.

Mahiru ah see he hung himself and he's probably a cheater anyway. Yes some people thought it was justified to drive a man to suicide for being unfaithful. That was a weird hill for some people to build a house on but they did. I don't know a lot of people just conveniently forgot women cheat and can be abusers as well. I don't know how some forgot that but I wish I were them.

Kazui the guilty shrine- seriously a shrine? Really... Oh also men shouldn't be allowed to get divorces because it makes women look bad. Isn't that what abusive husbands were saying when women wanted divorce rights and fought for things like no fault divorce wild. No one was thinking there yeah go on cook me nothing that would be better than the poison you're trying to disguise as feminism. It'd be less detrimental too.

Amane's second trial really was like,

"Sure her mom kills cats and beats children but we can't forget she's a cult survivor too and being a parent is hard."

Bro as someone with an abusive single mom who did some shit and went through some shit um no that's not an excuse. You can't just go parenting is hard get me my taser or my childhood was hard too it's my turn to beat kids. Like not tobring up Oshi No Ko again but the Amane trial really was just chapter 141 to me in real time (read it because that got messy later in).

"She had to live through the cult too. She was having a hard time as well what about her upbringing? Do you know how hard it is to raise a child by oneself."

Her husband was at work not dead what the fuck did y'all mean by this???

What were these takes? Nobodies trauma gives them a free pass to traumatize others- wait we'll get to you hold up put those dogs back where they came from! She's a single mom of one girl meanwhile the woman with two sons and an absent doctor husband. Not doing any of this shit. She was my rock Shidou says fully meaning it. Yuno mom two kids haven't heard a word about her killing cats or beating kids. Wild it's like it's pretty easy to choose not to do the things she did. Every other shit parent here did decide to be shitty Amane's mom included.

Mikoto oh suddenly your trauma does excuse how you responded to a situation. Work hard, such sad boy. Yeah I can believe the stigmatized version of dissociative identity disorder in this one niche situation. Japan is so backwards of course they'd still write it like this they don't know any better. So, of course the other alter is the evil one and Mikoto is still the goodest of boys- Also dissociative identity disorder isn't real unless you have a certain number of alters that act x specific way that's why there has to be this many.

With a tiny hint of if the child is guilty let's just kill this man too~

Fuck Mikoto he's had it too good. Bitch could have went home in fact we see him do it in the video! Where the fuck was Amane gonna go the streets?! We saw how that worked out in her video. Snitch ass streets, if these streets could talk- Don't worry with snitch advisory they can even if you don't want them to!

Kotoko well if you think she's bad then you don't have real trauma. Also grooming can only be sexual actually I heard the term from twitter and never looked into the act of doing this ever outside of that context. God don't even ask me to define groom as a verb.

So on and so forth. It's been a lot and this all just shit I personally experienced.

Trial two showed us one of the worst aspects of humanity,

Our ability as people to use our own experiences as the blueprint for all life.

Our stubborn commitment to seeing something only one way. Because that's always been how we've seen it. That's always been how it was. Milgram trial two and the audience for better or worse put the definition of closed-mindedness on full display.

Regardless of how inclusive, progressive, or forward thinking people believed themselves to be in the moment. We saw what a commitment to only one way of thinking could cause and who it ends up hurting. I think trial two can teach people that even the most progressive leaning individuals can cause harm.

Even those who want to support marginalized individuals or are marginalized themselves are capable of causing harm. Because when we convince ourselves that the only voice that matters is our own we silence, belittle, and ignore the experiences of those around us. It doesn't matter what politically correct framing a person attributes to their belief if one is being closed-minded it will still harm others and the movement they're purporting to care about.

It will more than likely do more harm to the people one is attempting to help the most whether that is themselves or others. That's the only thing being closed-minded can do.

[humblemooncat]

Primal

Ah yes, Eros' home turf. Time to round this out with the last of the addresses! <3

Per request, we're saving Exodus for last. Which works just perfectly for me. :3c

@zoroarkthief - Primal, Famfrit | Shirogane W13, P38

Though the placard says it's under renovation, what I did get to see was very charming! There were a lot of cleverly-placed items that made the space so unique and fun!

For example, I had no idea the faerie table fit so well in the Sharlayan sink basin! It looks so pretty together!

I also had a toot around the rooms available, and was wowed by all of them! The layouts of each were very nice, and they all had their own charms! <3

@katarh-mest - Primal, Lamia | Lavender Beds W5, P6

Okay. I am absolutely FLOORED by the interior here.

The designer did an absolutely stellar job on every facet of it. The idea of a cityscape leading to an elevator for all the residents is such a good one! And it was executed flawlessly, I feel! This FC has been spoiled, honestly!

I didn't pop into the rooms since they weren't mentioned, but will absolutely come back to if I get the okay!

@wind-up-nhaama - Primal, Leviathan | Lavender Beds W22, P27

Pendants Suite!!

I've been meaning to visit ever since I saw your post about it, and I'm so glad I finally get the chance to!

This place was so well-decorated, and really gives a nice spin on the Pendants suite we're so graciously gifted in ShB. It had such a cozy, homey feel while still sticking to the aesthetic we know and love from the Crystarium.

10/10, amazing set I'd recommend any of my fellow Shadowbringers fans to come visit!

@sae-mian - Primal, Exodus | Lavender Beds W17, P44

I didn't spend a stupidly long time outside doting Minasha, idk what you're on about...

Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't snooped around your houses already. xD

Both of the sets in your house are so lovely! I love all the greenery and water features! And the balcony area downstairs is so pretty! The dim lighting also lends itself really well to the atmosphere.

I might just come pose here every so often, they're beautiful backdrops!

Lavender Beds W17, Lily Hills Wing 1, Apt 89

I didn't expect to cry today.

This is a beautiful tribute, and I am so sorry for your loss. I've paid my respects. <3

If anyone wishes to visit - and I urge you to do so, it's beautiful - all that's asked of you is that you be respectful of the space.

Goblet W25, P35, Room 1

Oh, hey! I live here too! Have a lala Eros for the house itself. :3c

As for the room; It's very cozy! I like the simple two-tiered layout of it, and the knickknacks littered about the space which make it look lived-in. It seems like the perfect place to come hang out after a long day. <3

Just mind the fireplace. It's infested with rabbits. ;3c

And thank you, @sae-mian for coming to be part of the last picture. I hope 'Sae's *totally unrelated burns* heal up soon. <3

♥♥♥ - Primal, Exodus | Goblet W25, P35, Room 66

Whew, that was a LOT of houses-

What do you mean we're not done??

I figured, while I was in the house, I might direct everyone to Eros' room as well!

It's meant to be his little personal space in the Burrows where he entertains guests or simply rests with his husband.

Once I'm able to get him a home of his own, it will be an occasion, as I see Heimir being the type of Carpenter main husband to literally build his man a house. Until then, though, he's content in his little space. <3

And with that, we end out this housing crawl!

Primal had some real heavy-hitters, I'm impressed! Thank you all for allowing me into your beautiful homes!

And now to go compile all these loose posts for ease of perusing. <3

[theseusernamesarehard]

Stuck on the puzzle: Chapter three

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pairing: Luke castellan x Olivia Messer (daughter of Apollo oc)

word count: 2,8k

summary: Luke comes back from his quest and doesn't know which is worse, the injury on his cheek or the fact that his ex best friend is the only one capable of keeping him alive.

Luke awoke with a painful groan. The last thing he could remember was barely making it up the hill to camp Half-blood before passing out. Someone seemed to have found him, since he was currently on a bed in the hospital wing. He was aware of the burning pain in his face, but it had gotten better somehow, since he'd nearly passed out on the way back from the garden. He turned his head slightly, big mistake. His cheek felt like it was on fire.

From his new point of view he could see Chiron discussing something with Lee Fletcher, one of the healers on shift it seemed.

"She's on her way. End of discussion", Chiron told Lee.

"I'm just saying she seemed pretty serious in her promise", Lee said, hesitating a little. "I'm sure I could at least stich everything up."

"I'm sure you're a very capable healer, but this is something I could only entrust to her. I'm sure she'll be able to put any personal things aside."

As vague as the conversation had been, Luke knew exactly what they were talking about. He knew it had to go this way, but he wished it didn't. But of course the one healer he didn't want to see would be the only one who could help him. Classic.

He was lying on his bed for far too long for something that should've just been a quick walk from the Apollo cabin, but he got the answer when his savior came in a dark blue prom dress instead of her jeans and worn out camp Half-blood shirt.

"Did you do anything to the wound ? Try to close it?"

She always liked getting to the point. Although she might've been more brisk now that she hated her patients guts.

"No. Just cleaned the general area. Chiron told me to lay off", Lee said, sounding a little offended.

"Good, Ladon's poison works most effectively when the wound is closed. I need to get the blood out before I do anything."

"So if I'd closed the wound he would've-", Lee sounded horrified.

She softened a little.

"But you didn't."

Luke almost smiled. Although capable and bossy, she still had a heart. Just not for him. Not anymore.

"Claw or teeth?"

He didn't realize the question was for him until she looked at him and repeated it.

"Claw", he answered, not sure how to act around her. These were the first words they'd spoken since Will arrived.

"Okay."

"Is that better?"

She shrugged.

"It's not worse. Still have to get all the poison out of your bloodstream. When did it happen?"

"Like three days ago."

"Shit."

"That's not very calming, Liv"

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry."

Luke cursed himself. It had truly just slipped out.

She directed her next words to Lee.

"Can you get me some regular clothes from the cabin, some shoes and a red bull if the Hermes cabins still have a stash."

"Sure."

"What do you want?" she asked Luke.

"A healer that doesn't hate me", Luke was getting annoyed. She didn't get to be the only one who didn't like the situation.

"I was thinking more like sugar free or blueberry."

"Why can't Lee do it?"

"I think that means sugar free", she said and Lee got out of there much too fast for Luke's taste.

"Luke-"

"You swore you'd never heal me again. You don't have to start now."

"You'll die if anyone else does it."

She held him by the chin and angled his face away from her to inspect the wound. Although the lack of distance between them was uncomfortable, Luke found it easier to talk to her when he didn't have to look in her usually kind eyes and see the hatred she harbored for him.

"And what do you care if I die? You haven't spoken to me in 8 months."

"I don't want you to die just because of some stupid fight."

"I'd love to agree on the fact that the fight was stupid, but seeing as I lost my best friend during it, it had to have meant something."

"Can you not?"

He didn't realize she'd started crying. Just a few tears, but it was still shock. Almost dumbfounding. She didn't like it when people saw her cry. Luke was the only one allowed to witness it for years. Back when they'd go by the lake after curfew and she'd sob into his shoulder while he scratched her back and told her whatever it was would pass. He didn't know if she even cried now or she'd found another shoulder, one of her siblings, perhaps. Or that Athena boy that he kept seeing with her. Not that it was even his business now.

"It's just that I'm going to have to do a very intense and long operation on you where I just might have to give blood in the middle of it cause we're running out. And you and me both have too be awake for the entirety of it."

"You can't put me to sleep?"

"Why do you think you're getting a red bull? You fall asleep, I can't tell whether the poison is slowing down your vitals or not, which I can't have, since we're probably already in a rush. As soon as I get out of this dress and these heels, I'll start extracting.

They sat in silence as she got her setup ready and gave him something to help the pain.

"It won't do much, but it's something."

"I'll be fine. I lived with this for three days."

"The poison isn't too bad going in. Your bloodstream is exactly where it wants to be. Getting it out is going to be the painful part."

"Am I going to die?" Luke's voice had gone quiet.

He knew he was lucky to be alive. He was 17 and a demigod, a lot of his friends hadn't made it past 16. But that didn't mean he wanted to die, even though he knew that was the risk with the quest. The stupid quest. It made absolutely no sense and even though he'd been excited at first for the attention he'd gotten from his father, he knew that it would be back to radio silence now that he'd failed.

"No."

"You can't be sure."

"Luke, my father is the god of healing, my blood can clear wounds and I've spent hours studying Ladon's poison. You're not dying on my watch."

"When did you study the poison?"

"When I found out about your quest."

Luke was shocked. He supposed he shouldn't have been since that was exactly like Olivia. At least like the Olivia he had known. Maybe she was coming back.

"If I don't die will you tell me the real reason we stopped being friends?" he had the impulse to ask.

Lee barged in before she could answer and she disappeared behind a curtain to change. Luke felt more at ease when she came back in the camp shirt, sweatpants and her hair up and out of the way. With the dress and open hair, she had looked like a goddess coming down to berate him. Although that might've been partly due to the blood loss. Still, she'd looked gorgeous.

Lee handed him his red bull. He opened it and almost winced (he hated sugar free, which she definitely knew).

"What do you need from me?" Lee asked Olivia.

"Just get some rest. You'll probably need to be on call tomorrow instead of me. This should be simple enough, just time consuming."

"I'll be right over in the cabin if you need anything."

"Thanks."

They were silent for the first hour, but even though she kept him on a constant yet small supply of nectar and ambrosia, the pain was getting to Luke.

"Can you distract me with something?" he groaned.

"Like what?"

"Just talking."

"About what."

"I don't know? We haven't said a word to each other in months, I'm sure we could figure something out."

"Okay, I think it would best suit us both if we went this operation acting like nothing happened. We don't mention the fight, the not talking. Just... just Luke and Liv, how it used to be."

"Deal", Luke smiled at her in an attempt to show reconciliation, but failed as the pain kicked in.

"Might want to refrain from facial expressions, by the way. I'm pretty deep into your cheek here already."

"Yeah, I figured that out just now. What are you even doing in there?"

"I'm using healing magic to get the poison out."

"I thought you had to hum spells out loud."

"Not for this. There's two main types of healing magic. One is used to speed up healing, its purpose is to assist the body in its natural process and we sometimes sing or hum for it. It's a way of being in harmony, connecting with Apollo. What I'm doing here is a more rare type. It's used mainly for viruses, but once strong enough, it can work for poisons as well. Whereas the singing is healing in the literal sense, this is a fight. Which is why it hurts so bad."

"Does it drain you?"

"Healing always drains me. But the more I do it, the better I become and the less energy it takes."

"But this is going to drain you bad, isn't it."

"It's going to be less draining if you don't bring it up."

"Okay, how was prom?"

"Interesting question."

"I'm still a little shocked you went."

"Me too. But everyone else was going and in Callie's words 'they barely ever see me' so I figured it wouldn't hurt. Plus not much was happening here anyway."

"So how was it?"

"Pretty boring, honestly. I never realized how crazy every day at camp is so I assumed that such a hyped up event would include something a little more fun than boozy punch and horny teenagers trying to grind."

"Were you expecting a lava climbing wall then? Or some impromptu sparring?" Luke smiled, even though he was just told not to.

"I was expecting something like the parties we have in the summer. Or just something with a little more adrenaline."

"That's a yes on sparring."

A pause.

"Did you go with anyone?"

"Yeah, Harry Mellows asked me."

"I hate that guy."

"Not bringing up the banned topic, but that may have been a reason I went with him. Regretted it though."

"He's just so lame."

"To put it lightly. It was so bad I was almost relieved to see Argus there early. And the feeling must've been mutual since he went to ask Helen to dance as soon as I said I have to go."

"Did Sheila go with anybody?" he felt her hand tense on his chin at the mention of his ex.

"I think she went with Brad Conover."

"They'll probably start dating now."

Olivia shrugged.

"She asked me where you were like a week ago", she replied.

"What did you say?"

"I told her you were sick with a weird bug."

"I guess you're right now."

"Well if you heal in a week and get to go to school before summer vacation you'll have some explaining to do."

"I'm sure I'll come up with an illness."

"I mean with the scar."

Luke froze. He hadn't even thought about the fact that the injury would leave a permanent mark. Then again, he had been quite certain he would die before that became a problem.

"Will it be bad?"

"Depends a lot on you. I can only say it's going to be there, but we'll see. Might be tiny. But injuries of the magical sort always leave a mark."

Luke's gaze fluttered to her waist, where he knew the scar from Olivia's entrance to camp still was. She always jokingly lifted her shirt up and said it was her permanent reminder of the day they'd met.

"Thinking about that day?"

He wanted to smile so bad. It had been forever since they'd talked without any tension and he didn't know if it would be the same. But she was still just as capable of reading his mind as always. Luke just wished he could read hers as well so he could figure out where he had gone wrong.

"I still think it should go down in history as the best entrance into camp Half-blood ever."

"I don't know, I feel like it's pretty ordinary for this scale. Most people have to clamper up the hill with a monster on their feet."

"But most people don't take spears of the campers to slay the monster themselves while being deeply injured."

"Most people don't also faint the second they set foot on the grounds."

"Most people also don't wake up with their wound mysteriously healing by itself."

"That I will admit was badass."

"It's when I knew you would fit in here."

"Self-healing is a pretty useful trick around here. Along with a proper use of a spear."

"Not just that, you were so tough. You were 14 and still managed to boss people around just a few days after you arrived."

"Although you found it incredible annoying."

"Well I had been there a year longer and I was a counselor so I was bound to be. I was supposed to do the bossing around."

"The poisons out", Olivia announced.

"Thank fuck."

"You toughed it out well. Now comes the hard part", she said as she brandished a needle.

"That is not going in my cheek", Luke felt, weirdly enough more queasy about this than anything else."

"That's fine, I can also put it in your arm. I just need a vein. Or like five, cause you're going to need a lot of blood."

"I don't think I've lost that much."

"You're running on nectar and my powers right now, so of course you don't think so. I'll give two shots and then set you up on an IV, okay? We just need to get the healing going."

"Do what you must."

"I always do."

Olivia administered the shots and told Luke to go to sleep, which he did immediately. She didn't know how he'd managed to stay awake for that long, but then again she knew the pain must've been intense, although he had attempted to hide it.

She was worried about him because of two things. First, there was the obvious question of his survival. She knew for a fact the poison was gone, she couldn't say how or why she knew, she just did. Like she knew that tomorrow was going to be a sunny day. But it was still uncertain whether or not he would survive the blood loss. She checked everything else while he was sleeping and luckily there wasn't much else. A broken toe and misaligned rib along with some unrelated scratches were quickly healed and they barely even took effort.

The camps last supply of her blood was currently slowly dripping into Luke's bloodstream from the IV so she sat down to draw some more. They tried to keep the supply quite full, but she'd had a cold in the spring that prevented her from giving for some time and they were running out now.

Olivia didn't like giving blood. It felt quite awful actually, but she was getting used to it. She didn't know if it was her or the fact that her blood had some remnants of her godly fathers power, but she felt so drained when she gave it away. The process felt agonizingly like she was giving away her life force, her essence and it always made her existential in ways she didn't fully like. Which is why she told Luke to go to sleep. She would've preferred to keep monitoring him, but she didn't know what she would've said during the process.

Which brings us to the second cause of worry, the fact that they'd had a normal conversation. She had been quite good at keeping the distance between her and Luke. If not physically at least emotionally. since they did still live at the same camp, just 100 feet from each other. She didn't particularly like being cold and unresponsive to the one person she'd always told everything to, but she knew she couldn't go back to the way things had been last fall.

But now she was left with qualm that she really fucking missed her best friend. Like missed him to a level she hadn't even understood until she'd been called from prom to make sure he didn't die. She thought never talking would make everything alright and she'd be able to live her life, but now, met with the reality that she could've lost him forever, made her realize it was the dumbest thing she'd done. And for what? So she could spare her emotions, avoid confronting them and eventually move on from the whole thing heart not quite shattered to pieces, but broken nonetheless?

She realized now, life flashing before her eyes, as it always did when the amount passed half a liter, that she'd been able to spend all this time without him just on account of her on stubbornness and the fact that eventually she forgot what it was like to actually talk to Luke. How everything flowed so effortlessly and she didn't need to sacrifice another thought to what she should say. But then he'd brought up Sheila and it'd been like a knife to her chest once again. She supposed she'd have to decide which hurt less, a life without Luke, or a life spent desperately in love with someone who only saw her as a best friend.

[mars101]

Act 5: -> Scene 3: Kim Younghoon

WRITTEN PART -> (1.2k) -> no ss after text

june 1st, 2002

hi travel diary i have one word to say as i start this..

wow.

STARTING THIS TRIP OFF WITH A BANG!!!

not literally sadly but idk maybe we'll get there.. :)

anyways so, there was this guy i saw at the airport and… how can someone look this good?? i swear, it was like i was looking at a statue. i think that i literally did stare at him like he was one..

he did look back at me and i winked at him, i wish i had a picture of his cute blush that he got after i winked. he sent me back a small wave and didnt look at me after it though :((

we are going on the same flight so hopefully i’ll bump into him eventually..

July 16th, One day before Yin's Wedding.

After sailing the boat for a while, Juyeon told Yin to stop by the shore near the back of the island. He told her that the four of them were going to have a small picnic.

Juyeon was releasing the anchor, Hyunjae was gathering what they brought, and.. Younghoon was still napping… Yin was lucky enough to lose rock paper scissors and be the one to wake him up.

“younghoon..? we're going to leave the boat now”

“Huh? Oh this wasn't a dream..” Younghoon sighs as he sits up and rubs his eyes slightly. With a tired smile he stands up and looks around, “Oh Yin, where's Juyeon and Hyunjae?”

“already off the boat, come on let's go! you also have to tell me how you met my mom”

“Oh do I?” Younghoon raises an eyebrow as the two of them walk over to get off the boat. “i've already asked hyunjae and juyeon, now i need to hear your story”

As the two meet up with Juyeon and Hyunjae on the beach, they find a spot on a hill with a flat area. Younghoon immediately going to lean on the tree that shades the area.

“Did Yin really ask you guys on how you met Y/n too?”

The other two men looked at each other before nodding, “I mean yeah, it's been years since I talked about y/n so why not” Hyunjae leans forward torwards Younghoon as he talks, “Are we going to get a live retelling on how you met Y/n??”

“Uhm…”

july 15th, 2002

no way…..

TRAVEL DIARY! DO YOU REMEMBER THAT EXTRA HANDSOME BOY AT THE AIRPORT???

WELL HES HERE!!!! i did not know that my luck would be this good during this trip. three men. call me what you want but i am living the dream right now

also.. you know what they say, the third time's the charm ;) ok but in terms of when i saw them would that mean juyeon’s the third man or if i actually talk to them. and i will talk to the cutie by the way, just want to make it clear that this time i will make a move on him.

i am actually a bit nervous this time it is so weird, ew usually im not so hesitant like this i should just do what y/n does and be y/n

(oh god he has me talking in third person)

good luck y/n you got this!!

July 16th, One day before Yin's Wedding.

“Fine. But I'm not telling details-”

“what?!? but they're the best part. at least leave some details in. like what my mom was wearing, how pretty you thought she was, when did you two-”

Younghoon waves his hand around at Yin. Juyeon and Hyunjae are already starting to eat while waiting for the story.

“Alright alright, I'll leave some details in, I guess.. and don't expect much. I'm not a storyteller”

“You will be” Juyeon said before shoving a spoonful of food in his mouth.

“okayyy come on, come on, let's hear it!” yin exclaimed as she got ready to listen intently to younghoon.

“Calm down, Yin. I'll get to it. I think I'll need to give some background first. It was around twenty years ago, and I was on vacation with my parents and their best friends, plus their kids too. I first saw Y/n at the airport, I think?”

“wait does that mean you were the first one?”

“First one to talk to her.. no. but yes first one to see her”

Hyunjae gulps down his food loudly, “I think I was the first one to talk to your mom. Early June was when I met her”

“July 6th for me.”

“Uhm yesterday day, July 15th..”

“happy anniversary!!” the three men all looked at yin with different emotions on their face. “okay sorry wrong joke my bad. you can continue with your story now” yin takes a sip of her water to ignore the stares.

“Alright uh, so yeah, I didn't notice Y/n at first because I was making sure I had everything. But when I did look up and made eye contact with her, I had gotten so shy. I think I had a small blush on my face” Younghoon covers his face in slight embarrassment at the way the three others are listening to him.

“Now, it's a month later, and my parents just told me I'm going to marry a childhood friend and so-”

“Woah woah woah, you're going to just skip over that?? What do you- How did- WHAT”

Juyeon's jaw dropped as he put down his plate for dramatics and put his hands out, reaching for the air.

“Oh right uh, at a dinner with my family and her's, our parents said that.. we were going to get married in a month…”

“What.”

“The.”

“flip.”

“Yeah… my exact reaction, well almost. I was the only one who didn't know, so I ran away. Sneaked on a boat and ended up here on this island. Met Y/n at the hotel from earlier, and she clinged onto me, and we went out danced on the beach, kissed on the beach, and… dot dot dot.”

yin tilted her head in confusion and looked at the other two men who were nodding their heads with a slight smile, “dot dot dot? what does that mean?”

Hyunjae and Juyeon put their hands out for a high five to Younghoon while he replied to Yin, “It's something from our time, I'm not sure if you know about it.”

“but you're saying dot dot dot, how can i not know when it's just dots?”

The three of them start to stand up and stretch as they jokingly ignore Yin, “Alright let's pack up” Juyeon looks at a nonexistent watch on his wrist, “Oh yeah look at the time Yin, your wedding is tomorrow remember!”

“wait but-”

july 17th, 2002

what a night.

younghoon is such a dream. literally. men like him are only seen in my dreams, big sighs ahhhh.

with him, i feel like nothing can go wrong.

like first of all, he's so respectful, offered to pay when yin could literally give it to us for free, always asked me first, and has a fiance.

he's getting married.

younghoon is getting married and not to me.

y/n.. you are so stupid. there always has to be something going wrong in the end, right? just why..?

synopsis = a day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

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[faithfromanewperspective]

i grew up in this little suburb of sydney called beverly hills. it's a pretty average suburban suburb, very multicultural, the urban poor caught up in the sprawling metropolis of sydney interspersed with the go-getters whose double incomes paid off and allowed them to replace old aesbestos shacks with new, double story houses on the cookie cutter lots similar to the one I grew up running in the small yard of.

my parents used to joke all the time about the name of the suburb. used to joke about living in a bougie area of california full of celebrities, even though, when I grew up and saw more of the world, even though I've not actually been to california the two places could hardly be any more different.

and yet. we've had housing prices skyrocket over the last 15 years; it's weird to get your head around the concept of 'multimillion dollar houses' and think one of those new mansions going up in my old suburb, on one of those tiny lots. in my head, it's the wrong beverly hills for that. but the same thing happened in other areas of sydney also known to be generally poor. it's kind of dystopian, really, seeing all these households who I know can barely afford fuel and groceries, living in generational multimillion dollar houses, just because they or their parents played their cards right back in '99.

when I'm out in the eastern suburbs it's much the same: people are richer there but they're also interspersed with university students, the typical broke ramen-eating townhouse-living bunk-bed kind my dad was only a few years before I was born. but the freestanding houses out there? multimillion dollar houses. like, not just two million, maybe even five or six. celebrity expensive. (and yet all the local celebrities I know of have long since left the country because you can't really get anywhere in australia). make it make sense.

and it's the same walking around brisbane too. even though the sprawl of suburbia hasn't choked the city yet, I see freestanding houses in the inner suburbs and I look at the price tag and I'm like, who are we really allowing to live here, near all the amenities? I paid my share of rent for one of those houses once. I see the same houses in the outer suburbs, car dominated, near smaller hubs of amenities, I see the house prices double over the span of a year. rent doesn't double, at least. but who are we allowing to live here? who are we forcing out to here, who are we forcing out of even here to somewhere a lot further?

somewhere like the empty houses out campbelltown way in sydney? less vibrant, since the whole penrith cbd thing never quite took off like they wanted it to? brisbane is even worse, I almost moved to jimboomba for the farm lifestyle because I saw they put a new bus in in flagstone and grossly miscalculated the number of hours in a day. who are we allowing to live there, commuting 4 hours a day? who are we forcing to do that, whether due to finances or a need to be around nature for mental health, job reasons, or something else?

because the ingredients are there, to do so much better. it feels like a puzzle piece spread out on my desk, in the dozens of books I've got filed away on my shelf out of pure necessity to do something about the problems I see all day every day. every day I squint at the vision and it reveals a little more detail to me.

I can do this, listening to the songs of another artist who just left the country to make it on the global stage. I can do this, missing my linking bus because of the one bottle neck where the previous bus had to share the road with traffic and there was simply too much of it. I can do this, old laptop groaning on a train in the middle of nowhere as I complete an assignment, I'm stubborn like that, car-free and plane-free wherever I can be even if it meant no soccer this year. I miss soccer. I wish I didn't need a car to do it. I wish society didn't make my brain so dysfunctional I can barely do it. I deserve it, deserve all these things I'm working towards because damn it we all do. but no one seems to see how these pieces connect to enable us to get it like I do.

but sometimes i connect the dots to solve some other thing and it makes me think, no really I can do this. solutions for small things, solutions for big things, I know it's some chemical process in your brain that makes you more confident when you do well at something but didn't Jesus tell a parable about it? if you do well with something small you'll get to have a shot at something big? because you've shown you can do it? show me the next puzzle I can solve. build up that confidence. this is all that this is. every ambition. none of the multiple millions might be mine. but I can manipulate a lot more than you realise, simply because I see everyone's needs and I slot them together in creative and efficient ways. I grew up in beverly hills. I can turn poverty into a whole lot of profit just like my suburb did but in a lot more functional way--and promoting racial equality all the way.

[townsenddecades]

1323 – Day 2 – Townsend Farm 1

After the rain comes the cold, which two combine to grace Praaven with very pretty, but very wet and chilly mornings.

Benjamin frets about this. They have planted so much fruit that it could severely hurt them if it comes to nothing because of the cold. Their earning from summer will almost certainly tide them over, but it would still be a loss.

“Well, there is nothing to be done for it”, he says with a sigh, while warming himself near the fire she is knitting beside. “We can only hope that it doesn’t stay this cold all autumn.”

“Have you heard anything from George about his dealings with the guild?”, Malika asks.

Benjamin shakes his head. “And it won’t matter, anyway, if we can’t bring a harvest.”

She doesn’t press him further just then; they have talked about it often enough, and he doesn’t seem to be in the mood for that particular discussion. And he’s right: even if they were to risk it, a small harvest would mean little nectar, and the fewer bottles they’d have, the longer they would need to earn back their investment. Simply selling their produce would mean a direct profit. It’s a gamble, and she can tell that it’s not one her husband is willing to make.

She thinks about contacting Anna or George herself, but they don’t come to the farm very often, and she can’t write or read much of anything other than her name. So, there is not much she can do besides waiting for her moment and pondering what to do.

Until Clement Dudley reappears at the farm one day.

It is lucky for her that she is once again outside when he arrives; she spots him immediately and doesn’t know if she is glad or terrified to see him. If she is honest to herself, it is a bit of both. Her heart hammering, she rubs her hands clean and walks up to him.

“M’lord. You’re back.”

“I was in the area”, he replies breezily. “And it seemed to me we didn’t quite finish things the last time we met.”

“You were in a hurry”, she says softly. “Did you find the riders you were looking for?”

“I did”, he says, and nothing more. Then, he looks around. “Is your husband home this time?”

“He is, but he is in the house with our children.” She doesn’t ask if he wants to meet him, but takes a deep breath. They are far too visible from the main house, and if she is right about his intentions in coming back, she doesn’t know if she wants anyone else in her family to see them. “Let’s step behind the cowshed for a moment. I have some things I need to say.”

To her immense relief, he follows her, and when she turns to him, his is looking at her intently with those icy blue eyes of his. Piercing, she could call them. He is a handsome man, which may make sweet-talking him easier.

“You have something to say?”, he prompts her.

“I feel I must apologize for my abruptness the last time we met”, she says, lowering her eyes. “You surprised me, taking my hands like that. I didn’t know how to react.”

At this, his face hardens. “I think your rebuff was quite clear.”

“I was frightened”, she says, and takes his hands in hers, her pulse quickening. She shouldn’t be doing this. Anyone could walk over. While they can’t be seen from the house and are shielded on their other side by a hill, they can still be heard. And she doesn’t even want to do this. But she needs to provide for her family. “My husband and my older children weren’t home, but my father-in-law was. I was scared he would be angry with me if he saw us together.”

“And now?”, he asks.

She smiles slyly. “Now no one can see us, can they, m’lord?”

This surprises him so much that he laughs, low and sudden. For just a moment, he looks young and mischievous, like the boy she had fancied a decade ago. “So, you do still have that rebellious side. I have been wondering if marriage has smothered that.”

“I love my husband”, she says softly. “I wouldn’t wish to hurt him. But I am flattered by catching the eye of someone like you, m’lord.” She looks down again and hopes it appears bashful, while in reality, she feels ashamed of herself.

“Someone like me?”, he queries.

“You’re of the earl’s family”, she says. “You have a lady wife that I hear is quite beautiful. And I’m just a peasant.”

“A very lovely, very charming peasant”, he says. “And one that I’m glad thinks so highly of me.” He takes her hands in his again, and she looks up at his handsome face, wondering what he is planning to do – a split second before he leans down and presses her mouth onto hers, pushing her back against the wooden fence behind her. She is so surprised that she can’t move for a moment, but just when she feels him pull back, she regains hold of herself and responds to his kiss.

He is still a brilliant kisser. She gasps when his hands slide down her body and can’t help giving into him when he pulls her closer, burying her hands in the folds of his cloak to anchor herself so she doesn’t get swept away by his hungry passion.

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[crazysodomite]

my thoughts on fallout 2: fo1 was definitely better

ultimately it was. okay. it wasn't so bad i wanted to quit but there wasn't really anything gripping or memorable.

the beginning of it was ASS. it all went downhill after the starting cutscene which i liked.

i genuinely wish the whole tribal aspect wasn't there entirely because it makes me so uncomfortable and it feels out of place. i enjoyed myself way more when i pretended it didn't exist at all and that's pretty bad considering it's the main quest.

the whole 'chosen one' thing wasn't enjoyable to me at all. i liked that in the first game it was more down to earth and realistic. you weren't the most awesome or strongest or chosen, you were probably just the only one who agreed to go out or just looked like you could survive outside...

the geck thing is goofy. sorry. I didn't like it. Whats with this game and geckos? The gecko enemies also felt cartoony and out of place to me…

i would say the game feels scattered and confusing. a lot of the areas felt forgettable. its hard for me to even structure what i think because i don't know where to start.

arroyo: im glad i never had to go there after the start of the game. BORING AND BAD! ugly location with boring quests and unlikeable npcs.

klamath: boring. i barely remember anything about it and couldn't name any npc from there if you put a gun to my head. i severely dislike sulik. so so so so so uncomfortable. though i liked that toxic caves had a secret not accessible at the start!

mordoc: it was okay. once again the npcs are forgettable but i do remember when i saw the fake corpses and was shocked. i liked that a lot.

im writing this from memory so if i forget a location it was just so bad that i completely forgot…

vault city and gecko: i actually liked the quests here and it's where things picked up a bit. i liked lenny and his interaction with marcus later on. i liked harold too but there's not much to do with him.

uhhh…. the den i think?: i already forgot all about it. boring…

broken hills: i liked this location and the quest. marcus is one of my favorite npcs and i enjoyed having him as a follower. i wish there was more though…

redding: pretty boring and i really, really dislike the alien enemies. there was potential in the whole miner rivalry but in the end it was just. give it to one or the other person.

new reno: i didn't like it and pretty much didn't do any quests there but that's my personal opinion i guess. it was mostly because there was just too much going on and too many people and i dont want tofuck or do drugs so im leaving… i liked when they stole my car and i talked the guy into giving me upgrades and free batteries though!

NCR: it was fine. i didn't spend much time there except the bazaar to buy weapons. i enjoyed the fact tandi was there! i also liked talking down the guy with the bomb.

it was annoying having to leave my companions or tell them all to holster their weapons so that's why i rarely went inside. it definitely has potential

vault 15: i liked it!

vault 13: i really liked it, and i wish there was more to do there… the concept is pretty awesome

military base: i really really enjoyed this location. it was so fun to explore and get all the holodiscs. it was exciting.

san francisco: hands down the ugliest location in the game in my opinion. it had such great potential that i feel was wasted. it felt extremely out of place and like it didn't belong in the game. i WISH it was better because the concept of the location was great with the big ship and all. the girl i saved from the alien also got me stuck in a corner and i had to load a save. i couldn't name any npc from there if you put a gun to my head. though i liked seeing the big shuttle outside.

navarro: i liked it. getting there was fun and the side quests were okay. i hated that there were only 2 ways to get to the fob without fighting, and both of them were really stupid in my opinion.

i love the enclave soldiers talking heads. they look like adorable little critters to me.

the enclave: it was okay. i hated the electric floor puzzle. i hated how many npcs were there and i could only talk to like. 3 of them. it felt unrewarding when i talked a scientist into killing everybody with toxins and it looked weird when everybody except the important npcs died. the dialogue with the scientist was written really weirdly. the president is just boring and pointless? vice president even more boring and more pointless. the president is basically just there for you to kill him and get the card, and there's no way to talk him into giving it to you or stealing it or doing it any other way. you can only kill him which is annoying.

the end boss is just. okay… i don't remember him being foreshadowed or mentioned prior. you can't talk to him. killing him is surprisingly easy if you get the key card and talk the other guys into helping you. hes boring and forgettable as a final baddie especially compared to the master. i already forgot what his name was. to be entirely honest. he also looks like a cute little thing to me

i loved the cutscene of the ship taking off though. it was really good.

NPCs: idk if it's just me. This game is SEVERELY lacking in talking heads. There's WAY way more npcs but they're just completely forgettable and boring. There's a lot more 'flavor' npcs which is annoying because i can't always see who i can actually talk with. its really annoying to click through a whole room just to realize no one has anything useful to say. i know unique npcs usually have a unique description but hovering over each npc in a HUGE map is frustrating.

the speech options rarely made me felt like i accomplished something by choosing the right options and usually felt like "oh. i passed a check. how boring.."

in fo1 almost all locations had a talking head who was a pretty developed character with a lot to say and ask. here i can pretty much count them on my fingers which was disappointing… i can remember most important npcs in fo1 which is not the case in fo2

maps: maps are bigger and usually uglier to be completely honest. a lot of useless houses and useless npcs. a lot of maps also don't even label shops and look very similar so i have to run around aimlessly until i stumble on the one building i need. i would have preferred smaller maps with more condensed content. some maps felt cool and enjoyable and some were so bad i was kind of shocked.

in general. it was Okay. i wasn't ripping my hair out from how bad it was but there's really not much i want to replay the game for. there definitely were some fun moments but not A Lot. my favorite locations were probably the military base, vault 13 and vault 15.

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The first time I put on a singlet

When I was in high school, I found out that I was gay. I’ve always been a pretty vanilla guy, but the exception is sports gear, which has always turned me on. Being in high school, I always wished so many of the straight athletic boys in my grade would secretly turn out to be gay, and I would fantasize about them often. I think it’s something about the traditional masculinity of sports. I also found out at this time through gym locker rooms that I enjoy the scent of a guy who just finished working out, including my own sweaty underwear. While at first football and hockey gear were what I enjoyed jacking to the most, what eventually began to turn me on the most was wrestling. Something about the builds of the guys, the raw masculinity of the sport, imagining the smells, and of course, the singlets.

Throughout my teen years, I had longed to buy a singlet and try one on, but I didn’t go out that often, and I wasn’t sporty, so it would be hard to come up with an excuse to drive over to Dick’s; and I couldn’t risk ordering something to my house and being found out. It remained only a fantasy, until I got to college. Since I was dorming, and finally I got my own debit card, I could now order a singlet for myself. I’m really stingy with money, so it took a long time for me to give in: but eventually, I caved, and spent money on something purely for kink. I was already so busy with my music degree that I rarely had time to jack off anyway, but I specifically made sure to wait until it arrived a week later to maximize my orgasm.

The mail pickup location at my school was really close to the music building, where I spent all my time. As soon as I got the email that my package had arrived, I walked over to the building excitedly and picked it up. I wanted to try it on so badly that I couldn’t even wait to head back to my dorm, so I hurried over to the music building and went into the bathroom. I made sure the door was locked and started stripping to my underwear. I ripped open the package and felt the nylon singlet with my hands, taking in the new gear smell. I already had a boner at this point, but once I put it on I started leaking. The tightness around my body and the nylon surrounding my junk was so hot. There was absolutely no way I was going to jack off in the school bathroom, though, so I knew I had to get back to my dorm right away—but I also really didn’t want to take it off. Then, I got an idea: I took my clothes off the floor and put them back on, on top of my singlet. I carefully came out of the stall, looked in the mirror, and saw that the singlet was totally covered by my clothes. My face went red and I decided to leave the bathroom.

The walk from the music building to my dorm was about 15 minutes, but in the singlet it felt like forever. It’s kind of like when you smoke weed for the first time in public—you think everyone around you knows you’re high, even though they probably can’t tell. As I walked through campus and the common areas, there was this exhilarating rush I got from doing kink in public—I had to make sure nobody could see. It was agonizing but in a super hot way. To compound all of this, I was getting a little jittery from having not jacked off in a week, and I had to be careful with the way I moved my lower body, so as not to bust. This proved immensely challenging, especially when I had to climb hills and stairs.

Eventually, though, I made it back to my dorm alone. I was so excited. I took off my clothes, leaving just me and the singlet, and looked in my mirror. I was so fascinated to see myself in wrestling gear. I didn’t want to get the singlet cumstained any more, though, since I knew it would be a pain to air dry it with my roommate around, and I didn’t want to spend even more money on another one. I took off the singlet carefully and hopped on to my bed with just my underwear. It was already hot outside, and I was sweating a ton from the walk over, so I took off my underwear and inhaled. It smelled so damn good and I started stroking. Within fifteen seconds I came all over my stomach and even close to my face—thankfully the underwear stopped me from giving myself a facial. Considering that I basically edged myself in public on the way back to my dorm, it was the best orgasm I ever had. I was really worried that I was going to regret buying that first singlet in post nut clarity, but that was such a good orgasm that I didn’t even care. I felt so hot the whole time.