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elius-learns-to-write · 3 years ago

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Do You Need A Hug?

To the anon who gave the idea that the reader gets hurt on a mission and Wanda helps them out, you are a genius and this is for you so I hope you enjoy <3 (I just realised there isn’t much hurt comfort and a lot of Mother!Wanda oops)

Summary: Reader gets hurt, Wanda wants to help, hugs.

Wanda had bonded with you as soon as you came to the table

You had originally lived with your dad but once your abilities started to show at the age of 14 he didn’t know how to cope so he sent you to go live with the avengers

You had similar powers to Wanda so of course they set you up to train with her first to make sure you wouldn’t lose control

You looked so nervous. That was the first thing Wanda thought when she saw you, the next thing was that you had this sought of kindness that seemed to envelope you as you walked towards her. Kind eyes. “Hey Y/n I’m Wanda and I’m gonna help you learn how to control your abilities, okay?” she asked as you stepped onto the large grey mat that took up the centre of the room, “Nice to meet you, I don’t really understand why I’m here but you seem cool enough” you giggled at her enthusiasm. You didn’t remember much about your mum, of course you knew the basics like what she looked like and what she sounded like but she had walked out on your dad and you when you were only small. Wanda gave motherly vibes off (not that you had much experience with those vibes) and she was kind.

Training was the only interaction you really had with Wanda for the first few weeks of living there

But after a while constructive criticism and praise turned into small talk and suspiciously long water breaks filled with gossip instead of hydration

And in about a month you had been invited shopping with her

“Hey Wanda, what do you think of this?” you said opening the curtains to the dressing room so the woman could see the pale blue top you had decided to try on, “uhm do they have it in purple? I think purple would suit you better” she replied, searching the mountain of clothes she had in her arms and handing you a nice pair of jeans “here go try those on whilst I go check if they have that top in purple” she shooed you into the dressing room before walking off. That was the thing about Wanda, she had seen you at your worst, sweaty and panting for breath as you were pinned by Nat for the 10th time yet she always tried to help you look your best.

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You waited at the table as the woman went up and ordered your drinks at the counter of this dainty cafe you had found when trying to take cover from the rain that had started to come down only minutes after you had left the shop. You ran into the doors laughing your head off as she helped you push it open and then sat you down at a table and went off to order. “I got you a slice of cake whilst I was up there because I thought you might be hungry” she smiled handing you your cup and slice of heaven “now I feel bad you have paid for everything today!” you whined still going in for a bite as she added sugar to her tea “don’t! You are 14 and don’t have a stable income, the adults are meant to treat you”.

After that trip you decided to make it a monthly occurrence

And were rarely seen without each other

She would do anything for you and you would do anything for her

That’s why when you turned 16 she wanted to be the one to get you the best and most personal present

You looked up at Wanda then back at the box then back at Wanda. You couldn’t believe something as simple as a locket had made you cry. As you opened it the dam broke and tears started to pour from your eyes as you saw the picture you and her had taken in a photo booth on your second ever shopping trip. She started to tickle you as the countdown started. The photo that had come out was one of pure joy, something you had never been able to get a photo of , hence the tears. “I know it’s not driving lessons but I hope those are tears of joy” she laughed lightly as Tony threw his hands up at the car jab (even though if you ask him he will still say he had the best present) ��of course they are! I love it so much thank you” you replied launching yourself into her arms.“Great now my bop it toy seems like a stupid gift” moaned Sam falling back onto the couch in defeat“It was stupid before the damn locket came out birdbrain” scoffed Bucky

So naturally after that the bond you had was even stronger

Which meant going on missions meant a debriefing from Wanda on the most random things, such as: How to properly stop drop and roll, What not to say to Steve when he’s in captain mode, Why annoying Sam won’t do well in a Hydra base, and so on

But when you failed to listen to her advice and come home hurt she is sure to patch you up

You could tell by the way Steve had prepared you for the incoming mama bear Wanda attack that she was worried about you. You hadn’t really had time to fully process that as the woman came flying at you shooting questions at you left, right and centre. “What happened?” she finally took enough of a break to inspect the growing black eye and small cut on your right arm. “I wasn’t paying attention when Bucky called over the comms that the building was coming down and I got a bit caught” you mumbled knowing she would find the situation both comic and concerning. “This is why I said to you always pay attention” she scolded, the motherly tone she had taken to using with you coming through.

After the initial shock of “my baby is hurt” she took you to her bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit ready to sterilise the wound. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she asked after hearing you sniffle, pausing her actions to look at you, concern clear in her eyes as she “I feel like I let you down” you replied taking the tissue from her hands to blow your nose “No no sweet child you just scared me” she said tucking a strand of hair around your face. “are you sure?” you asked, feeding the tissue to the bin “of course, now do you need a hug?” Wanda giggled, wrapping her arms around your body gently as you nodded in confirmation. “Nothings better than a mothers hug” you muttered into her jumper (one you had tried to knit her for Christmas last year).

She couldn’t stop smiling

Made sure to make your favourite drink and have a movie marathon with you

This isn’t to say she got any less protective of you

(Sam is still upset about the bop it so when you see him you just whisper “Bop it! Twist it!” as you walk past him)

#the avengers #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #wanda x teen!reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda imagine #wanda fanfic #wanda #wanda marvel

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xavvia · 3 years ago

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Schoolboy

(Scumbag!Eren x fem!reader)

Warnings -> dark content, humiliation, corruption, dumbification, finger sucking, dubcon (taking explicit pics without consent), eren just being an all around scumbag

Summary -> Eren is a the popular boy who is captain of the basketball team and he fucks the class president in the supply closet. All characters are 18+

You didn't fully understand how you got yourself into this predicament. Your chest was flush against Eren Yeagers as his skillful fingers circle your clit. Your back was pushed up roughly against the wall of the supply closet and your skirt was waywardly discarded somewhere.

Eren fucking Yeager. He was certainly quite the character. Some people would describe him as the esteemed captain of the basketball team with an unmatched boyish charm but that was all a ruse and you knew it. He smoked behind the science labs, gave Jean a black eye just last week for seemingly nothing and womanises anything with a hole. But no one sees that side of him. Their golden boy.

Eren sucked purple bruises along your neck as you whined into his shoulder dragging your nails into his muscular back. “Come on baby I know you can be louder than that” he cooed brushing his lips against your collarbone

“Fuck you Yeager” you retort. “Oh but you are princess and if that’s what you meant all those years I would have gladly made your wish come true a long time ago”.

All those years you would chastise and nag at Eren for coming in late, lowering the class average and being a menace to new students. All the times you acted superior to him had all come to bite back as you are now a filthy whimpering mess under his hands. Your brain had become foggy with pleasure and your body was willing to do anything just to feel that release, even if it was from Eren Yeager, especially from Eren Yeager

“Eren mmmh need more” you manage to say between whimpers as you bury your face into his shoulder in embarrassment not wanting him to see how flushed your face has become.

“Are my fingers not enough for my little class president” Eren mocks removing his fingers from your folds and admiring the way your slick looks lathered around his fingers. He roughly pushes them into your lolling mouth and forces them down your throat. You suck on them a little too eagerly as you can see him chuckling darkly at your actions, just admiring the way you bop your head mindlessly around his digits. “Come on beg for it then” he asks sweetly with his fingers still invading your mouth as you try to dumbly speak around them. Whenever you try to say a word he would push further down causing you to gag and laughing at the choking sounds you produced and how tears started the form at the corners of your eyes.

“Eren . . . . Mmhhh ple-ease I need- your cock . . Ahhh” you managed to gurgle out. Eren had a satisfied grin on his face and looked down at you and wiped the remains of your own spit roughly against your face and patted your cheek.

“Undo my belt” he commanded with a heavy grip on your shoulder pushing you down to your knees without much difficulty as your legs had already become limp with pleasure. You fumble quickly with his belt with childlike enthusiasm as he pats your head lovingly urging you to keep going.

You take his cock out in your hands and your eyes widen to the sight of it. It stood thick and longer than you had seen before with two prominent veins running along the sides. The tip was already oozing precum and twitching as your mouth instinctively opens to the sight of it.

“There’s no brain in there anymore is there angel” he said tapping at your head. “ don’t worry you’ll have plenty of opportunities to suck me off later” he said while dragging you back up by the arm and pressing you firmly against the wall of the closet. He lines his cock to the entrance of your hole and looks you with feral eyes before pushing just the tip in. He mumbles out “fuck” to himself as you can see his composure waver

You grab a hold of his shirt crumpling it in your hands as you wince at the feeling of him inside you. He grabs the back of your thigh and lifts it up to get a better angle as he pushes himself deeper into your pussy. Your cunt practically sucks him in and he groans at the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing him. He lets you adjust to his length for a minute or two before he starts thrusting into you slow and deep.

You are completely lost in lust as your head lolls back and hits the wall behind you and your pants become increasingly ragged. You still have a death grip against his back as you dig your nails in further into his flesh. You could see a ring of white slick at the base of his cock as he watched hypnotised by the way he skid in and out of you

“God you’re so tight, I thought for sure Reiner would have stretched you out” he said calmly, grinning as he saw the reaction on your face. You couldn’t process anything happening your brain was too clouded with the way Eren sped up his thrusts. But your heart sank when you heard this.

“He told you” was all you could muster in between your breathes. Eren knew exactly what he was doing.

“Aww baby he told the whole team. Kept going on and on about how dumb you go for cock. Whoring yourself out on the second date was a bad move what did you expect was going to happen” he chuckled softly.

He started moving his hips faster so they snapped loudly against you skin filling the small closet with the sounds of your pussy being abused. Lifting your thigh up a little higher and he thrusted straight against your g spot. You arched your back and let out and obscenly loud and gutteral moan. “There it is” Eren mumbled to himself as he thrusted again and again against your sensitive spot. Your thigs start to quiver and your little sex addled brain is beginning to combust

“He told the whole team what a needy cunt you have, how good you pretend to be. Jean’s fucking his fist to the thought of you I bet, he loves corrupting sluts like you” he whispered into your ear

“But that’s what you want isn’t it. Pussy wants to be used as a cumdump huh baby” you nod your head frantically. You had no thoughts in your head anymore just the pure feeling of Eren deep inside you was all you needed. You started rutting against his hips like a bitch in heat trying to get more and more friction.

You head is swimming in desperation and you feel a familiar sensation bubble in the pit of your stomach. “ ‘m close eren” you whine. You can see Erens eyes light up and his thrusts get sloppier and he loses his rhythm so you can tell he is also close.

“Come around my cock baby, clench around me” he said slowly losing control of his hips as he starts grinding into you. His fingers wander back to your clit and a few rough strokes were enough before you start convulsing around him. Your pussy clenched hard around his cock and you moan so sweetly against his ear. Drool drips down from your chin as yo come down from your high.

Eren without warning pushes your now limp body down to your knees again. You smile dumbly up at him through tear filled lashes as he pumps his own cock in his hand muttering what a good girl you were for him in a strained voice. Your mind is still foggy and dazed and nod your head sweetly at everything he says to you.

“Say ahh” he says as he grips your jaw and shoots ropes of white cum all over your face and in your mouth. He groans lowly and squeezes your face harder as his cock twitches in his hand. With a final sigh he tucks his cock back into his pants and you both hear a faint bell ringing in the back.

Eren grabs his bag and slings it over his back “ k I guess I gotta go now don’t wanna be late for class” he says cheekily before he looks down at you.

You on your knees with a dumb innocent smile, cum and drool drips from your chin and mascara tracks run down your cheeks. You lips are puffy and pouty from the harsh kisses and deep bruises are littered around your collarbones and neck. You’re still panting lightly and looking up at him with those pretty dazed doe eyes that were still a bit teary. Your hair was a mess as well and you had a bright blush on your cheeks and ears.

Eren takes out his phone and before you understand what he’s doing he tells you to smile and you see a flash. “The team’s really gonna like this one, you look so pretty in it” he says nonchalantly admiring the picture.

“You might want to clean up as well, we don’t want the class president being late and looking like that in class now do we” he says before closing the door of the supply closet leaving you sitting with the pussy still throbbing as you wonder where you left your panties

#aot headcanons #aot smut #eren brainrot #eren x reader #eren smut #eren aot #eren yaegar #h word h word h word

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kuroos-moon · 4 years ago

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Pretty Setters’ Regrets After Breakup

Part Two of ��Breakup Prank With Pretty Setters Who Actually Want to Break Up’

Pairing: Kageyama x reader, Atsumu x reader, Akaashi x reader

Warnings: more angst & heartbroken setters

Wc: 2.9 k words

Kageyama Tobio || Walk You Home

He regrets everything with all of his being, he simply wants you back, to hold your hand as you walk home and to listen to your steady breaths as you lean on his shoulder and take a nap during lunch. But it isn’t that simple anymore, you were always with some guy from the basketball team.

He would secretly hope that you’d say hi to him or even look his way at least as you both pass by each other in the crowded hallways. He also hoped that he was the one you’d be looking for during lunch, cutely bopping in your head inside their classroom’s doorway, eyes alight as you search for someone— but it wasn’t him, at least not anymore.

One night, in the loud and noisy basketball gym, he wasn’t surprised at all to see you there—loudly cheering for your precious boy, giving him water and a towel every single time he approaches you between breaks. It was an eyesore, his chest hurt, he was in pain. You used to do all those things with him and a lot more, but why in the world did he let you go? He was a dick, that’s why.

With a sigh, he makes his way towards you, hands inside the pockets of his jacket. “Y/n,” he says to get your attention, and he was almost knocked out when your eyes meet his, it’s been too long since your beautiful e/c eyes stared back at his black ones. You look at him in surprise, what does he even want with you?

“Can we talk outside?” He asks and you nod at him. You silently follow him from behind, and when you reached outside you realized it was already dark and you knew you had to go home. “What is it Tobio?” You ask him, it even hurt to say his name, the pain from that night resurfacing.

“I miss you y/n,” he says in a small voice, looking away from you as a faint blush adorned his cheeks- expressing how he feels was never his forte after all. “What?” You ask with wide eyes, you heard him fine but it was quite a surprise, not once have you heard him say that to you.

“I miss you. I miss you so much, I just want to be with you again. Come back to me y/n, I won’t let you down this time,” he says in a soft pleading voice that tugged right at your heartstrings. You wanted that too, in fact, you ached for it; but you’ve already let him go—you’ve met someone you knew was going to treat you better.

“I don’t want you back,” you say, looking away because it wasn’t entirely true. You missed him too, but things can’t go back to the way they were.

He didn’t know what to say, so the both of you merely stand there in silence, preoccupied with your thoughts, before you finally decided you were done waiting for him to say something. “I’m going back inside Tobio, take care of yourself,” you say with a small smile before turning around to walk away.

Without saying anything, he tightly grips your wrist. He doesn’t even know why he did that, he just knew that if you left now, it’d be permanent and just giving it a thought brought him misery he never felt before. “Let me go, Tobio, you’re making this harder for the both of us,” you sigh.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he shamefully admits. “It’s dark, just let me walk you home and I’ll never bother you again,” he says in defeat, his own words clawing at his heart. Before you could even respond, you’re both interrupted by the sound of footsteps getting closer to where the both of you stood.

“Y/n-chaan! You waited!” A cheerful voice calls and his stomach drops when you don’t spare him another glance as you free your wrist from his hold and walk towards the guy. “Let’s go home?” You ask him, and he could only stare at your backs as you both walked away.

He looks down on the ground, tears wetting his cheeks because this was an all too familiar scene. You waiting until after practice, going home together, talking about all sorts of things while holding each other’s hands for warmth, he knew how this all played out. You’re happy, you’re in love. He knew it all too well because he used to be the guy you looked at that way.

Miya Atsumu || Hold Me Again

“Where are you even going?” Osamu asks his twin who was holding your favorite flower in hand. “To finally get my girlfriend back,” he sighs as he paid no mind that his brother was following him. He regrets what he did that day, he knew he was hurting and he knew he was being stupid but he was in denial— he stupidly wanted to believe he made the right choice.

But look at him now, no longer able to lie to himself as he makes his way over to the school grounds, your friends said you were probably there. He was going to win you back, no matter what you say to him— he’ll take it all, he deserves it anyway. He comes to an abrupt stop though when he sees you, Osamu running into his back in the process.

“What?” He asked his brother who was petrified to the spot. Atsumu’s eyes were wide in pure disbelief, how could you be kissing someone else? He couldn’t bring himself to accept it at all, he was confused and puzzled, he was simply incapable of processing what he’s seeing right now.

Wasn’t he the only guy you’ve ever kissed? The only guy you’ve ever loved? So why? He felt so overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions flooding in, his mind was a wreck and his chest felt so tight; but his attention shifts when Samu places a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t wanna state the obvious but I think you’re a little too late,” Samu tells him and he simply shoves his hand away. There’s no such thing as too late, he could force himself to forget the sight of you kissing someone else, and then you’ll both be happy together just like you once were.

You look at him questioningly when he makes his way over to you, you also didn’t fail to notice that he was holding your favorite flower he always got you back then. You sensed this wasn’t going to go well but luckily, the guy you were with tells you he had some stuff to do so he walks away.

“Ah, it’s good that he left,” Atsumu smiles loop-sidedly as he stood in front of you. “What do you want Tsumu?” You ask him and your breath hitches when he suddenly tugs at your hand and brings you against his chest and wraps his arms around you. Your arms were limp at your sides and you were speechless, but his all too familiar warmth, his scent, and the way he hugs you with his chin rested on top of your head— it broke you all over again and you find yourself crying.

He was alarmed, but he doesn’t pull away, he just holds you tighter. He caused this, he caused your heartbreak, but he was going to make it up to you. You cry for quite a while, and the whole time he securely has his arms around you, rubbing your back gently. But as you calmed down, some sense finally found its way to your head, “Let me go Tsumu,” you whisper.

“Y/n I’m so sorry,” he sighs as he kisses the top of your head, still not letting you go. “I was an asshole, I took you for granted, I really love you y/n and I will never stop loving you, so please,” he begs. “Let’s be together again.”

“I’m done loving you,” you sigh, and you felt him tense against you. “I’m happier without you, and I just want to move on.” He didn’t want to believe a word you said but he knew you meant it, his brother was right.

“Let go of me,” you firmly say as you attempt to push at his chest, but he doesn’t budge. He felt numb inside but at the same time he also felt so weighted down, like he was carrying something too heavy, maybe it was his guilt or the pain of losing you— he doesn’t care, he just felt so desperate.

“Hug me back y/n,” he pleads. “Please, just hold me like you used to, I’ll be happy with it even if it’s for the last time, I swear,” he begs, losing sense of his pride.

“Well your happiness really isn’t anything of my concern anymore,” you snap before succeeding on pushing him away. He just looks at you with wide eyes, surprised that you actually pushed him off. He searches your eyes for any hint of love and affection left for him, but there was none and it broke him. “Goodbye Tsumu,” you say in a quiet voice before walking away.

Somehow, he found himself on his knees, the events a while ago still hasn’t sunk in; but he gets up after a while, his mind blank as he makes it through the day. He found it ironic that he was never hugged back, just as how he didn’t hug you back that day you hang onto him. Oh, what he’d give for just another one of your warm embrace and a glimpse of the loving look in your eyes instead of the cold ones that looked back at him earlier.

If only he knew how important you were to him, if only it didn’t take for you to leave before he realized it.

Akaashi Keiji || Let You Go

It has been months since that day, and little by little, you started becoming friends again, that’s where you both started at after all. He was happy for you, you were genuinely happy and you’ve move on with someone else; but what was he gonna do with the regret he felt and the realization that he did love you in a romantic way?

Akaashi had rarely ever been selfish in his life, and he was much more selfless when it came to you. So he embraced the pain and accepted the reality that he was the one that let you go, and he was the one who gets to suffer in the end. He simply did everything he could to be someplace else when you were with your new boyfriend, but in occasions he couldn’t escape, he’d smile a bittersweet smile as he sees you being so affectionate with someone that was no longer him.

Class has just ended, and he didn’t have practice. He was extra gloomy today because he had to sit across the both of you all through lunch, he envied how he could hold your hand and kiss your cheek but he also beat himself up for it, considering his feelings invalid.

He sees you as he exits the school’s doors, you were sitting down on the top stair and he can’t help but smile to himself. You were so pretty, your h/c hair has also gone a bit longer, for a moment he remembers that one time in your bedroom— he was behind you, brushing your hair as you told him about your day. Dismissing such a depressing memory, he stands beside you and you look up at him.

“Kaashi!” You say with a wide smile and he smiles back at you, ruffling your hair. “Come, sit down, we haven’t talked in a while,” you tell him. So he sat down beside you, knowing all too well that he was gonna be in much more pain later on but he simply can’t pass up the opportunity to be with you.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, the sunset illuminating the side of your face in a golden red glow— it made his heart flutter, his breath hitch. You were too breathtaking. He didn’t mean to be selfish at all, he wasn’t thinking when he did it; when he suddenly leaned in towards you, gently stroking your cheek with the back of his hand before finally kissing you.

It was all short-lived as he snapped out of his trance and pulls away. “Y/n, I- I’m sorry, I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking,” he stutters, feeling so guilty at what he had just done. To his surprise though, you lean your head on his shoulder and he stiffens.

“I’m sorry, allow me to be like this. I just can’t look at you right now Keiji,” you mutter and though you can’t see him, he merely nods. “If I do, I might just come running back to you, we don’t want that, do we?” You say with a chuckle, and a surge of hope bubbled up within him.

“Can we really not go back to the way we used to be, y/n?” He asks, ignoring the guilt he felt inside because he knew this was such a selfish thing to want and ask for. “I loved you Kaashi, and maybe I still do,” you sigh. “But I’m happy with him, and I love him more than anyone else,” you confess and he just stares ahead and lets out a long breath.

“Is everything okay Kaashi?” You ask, pulling away to look at him. This time, he was the one to lean his head on your shoulder, not wanting you to look at him with such a sad face. “Let’s stay like this for a second,” he mumbles. “Akaashi, stop, it’s unfair for him. You’re making my heart flutter,” you shamefully admit.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he closes his eyes, he can’t bear with the pain in his chest anymore but he still wanted to be with you just a little longer. “Just for a while y/n,” he pleads. “And after that I promise to let you go,” he softly says before silent tears rolled down his cheeks, somehow unfairly escaping his closed eyes even though he closed them as an effort to avoid them from falling.

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! headcanons #hq #kageyama tobio #akaashi keiji #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #kageyama x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! angst #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #hq scenarios

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myheartissetinmotion · 4 years ago

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to quote elphaba thropp, MY HEAD IS REELING

I am. emotionally destroyed

EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR MANDY MOORE

my heart is literally racing rn and the episode has been over for quite a few minutes

SO. MUCH. HAPPENED. gotta try to put Actual Thoughts here

I absolutely love the Deb development; Bernadette Peters is once again and always phenomenal

Maggie’s storyline rn is so interesting to me

I just really love the development of that relationship (oh what I’d give to go on a cruise with those two)

the little pronouns exchange was so lovely and so important

all of the acting in this was just unbelievable. so vulnerable and real and ahhhhh

okay this episode had a lot of serious themes but I just have to get this out: MACTOBIN MACTOBIN MACTOBIN MACTOBIN MACTOBIN MACTOBIN

THE MEDITATION ROOM GIVES US A FANTASTIC SCENE ONCE AGAIN. I WILL BE SCREAMING ABOUT THIS AS LONG AS I LIVE

can we talk about that letter opener line bc-oh my god it’s perfection

they’re genuinely so good together and I hope they end up okay-there are a few lines hinting at Tobin’s insecurity that it might just be an “angry hookup” or bc they kissed after he said he hated Leif that might factor into it but. hopefully they can all be good with each other, I just love them a lot

and the scene with him and Leif was just pure joy and I missed seeing them so much-they’re such good friends and they care so much about each other and ahhhhhh

THE JUMPING UP AND DOWN

also it’s fascinating to see a return to “We’re Gonna Freakin Do This, I’m Very Sure That This Office Will One Day Be Mine” Leif

was the shot with his legs on the table a callback to ipasoy or am I just overthinking this bc we’ve barely seen him for the past few episodes? who knows, anyway, he’s a fascinating character and I love him so much

okay time to Get Into The Drama

first order of business: Alex Newell and David St. Louis deserve every single award ever made

that storyline destroyed me and it’s so nuanced and real and my GOD this show

also?!?! unwell?!?! sir how do you do that

now the elephant in the room: Zoey, ma’am, I love you more than life itself but idk how you’re gonna get out of this one

my show choir did New York State Of Mind a few months before the pandemic hit and that song has meant everything to me since then; Skylar’s rendition was incredible

I am so nervous about the implications for...every single relationship

Jane Levy is the queen of acting

don’t stop me now was a BOP AND A HALF

John Clarence Stewart and Katie Findlay...ilysm

SHE IS STATIC ELECTRICITY!!!

does she still have feelings for Max? is it just the loss thing that the therapist (and most of the fandom) predicted? is Simon eventually getting sidelined (please god don’t let that happen)? what about Rose? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

also I want to go on a cruise with Maggie and Deb

I really hope the gambling thing doesn’t become a real addiction; it’s good that it worked out (and rich girl was such a vibe, my friend and I are dying to recreate it)

Mackenzie’s outfit was once again off the charts

have I already said this a large number of times? yes. am I gonna say it again? yes here goes HEY SIRI HOW DO I BECOME MORGAN TAYLOR CAMPBELL

I feel so much for Mo; that relationship seemed so real and I can’t imagine being told that being your truest self is causing your partner pain

okay speaking of tears WE GET MITCH NEXT WEEK?!? HEALTHY, UP-AND-RUNNING, WONDERFUL AND SUPPORTIVE MITCH? I’M GONNA S O B

also WHAT THE 🎸 WAS LEIF’S HAIR EVEN DOING-I am very very intrigued

so much has to be done in just two episodes and I’m terrified but so ready to be taken on this ride

please renew this show. please let me be part of this show. everyone go vote in that poll a million times because this is life and this is what needs to be on television

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alolowrites · 4 years ago

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Gold Coins and a Gold Heart

Summary: Bakugou is forced to help give out candy at your factory’s annual Halloween trick-or-treating event—costume included.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m back with another story and this time it’s for Bakugou (yay!!). It is a sequel to Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth! I had fun writing this, so hopefully you all enjoy it too :D

Word Count: 1.6K+

Bakugou collapsed on the chair.

His afternoon patrol was crazier than usual today, which meant only one thing—it was Halloween. The early dumbasses roamed the streets like brainless hooligans disturbing the peace. As always, Bakugou reined them in with a simple blast to the face. It was fun at first, but Bakugou’s patience was wearing thin after dealing with the twentieth fool that day.

He ripped the mask off and closed his eyes. All he wanted was some peace and quiet—

“Knock, knock!”

He spoke too soon.

Bakugou’s irritated eyes watched as you gleefully skipped toward his desk with a large garment bag. Your beaming smile never wavered despite feeling the hero’s heated glare; you were practically immune to it. An exasperated sigh left his lips. Bakugou knew better not to ignore you whenever you visited him. You were persistent, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with your childish pestering afterward.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t even get a ‘hello’? My heart, babe,” you pouted, gripping the bag in your hands. Bakugou mumbled a half-assed greeting in return. A shit-eating grin stretched across your face; he was so whipped. “Thank you. So, are you excited for tonight?”

“What’s tonight?” Bakugou rested his chin above his hand, barely paying attention to you.

“The annual trick-or-treating festivities at my factory!”

“And?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot,” you huffed, slamming the garment bag on his desk. Bakugou jumped, mouth ready to bark. You wagged a finger at him like a parent scolding a child. “Ah, ah, ah! You promised me you were going to help give out candy tonight for Halloween.”

“Since when!?”

“Glad you asked!” you clasped your hands together, standing up straight. Bakugou wouldn’t be surprised if you whipped out a detailed PowerPoint to support your case. “On September 18th at exactly 10:48pm, you agreed to help me out. As a matter of fact, your exact words were ‘Yeah, I’ll do the damn thing’ in between our passionate make-out session—”

“Oh, for fucksakes!”

“You still promised!” Seconds later, you added: “Besides, you can’t back out of this. Kioshi officially added it to your schedule, and your PR team approved it, so you’re going!”

“I’m gonna kill Small Head.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, you’re not. Stop being such a drama-hoe.”

“Fine, I’ll do this stupid event,” Bakugou’s finger lifted the bag before letting it fall again. “What’s this?”

“Your costume, silly!”

“I’m not wearing a fucking costume!”

“Oh, don’t be such a sour puss,” you chastised him, walking around his desk and planting yourself on his lap. Bakugou made no move to push you off, but he also refused to look at you. Your soft, lovable kisses peppering along his cheek proved otherwise. “I know wearing a costume sounds stupid for you, but it’s Halloween, Katsuki.”

“Can’t I just go as Ground Zero?”

“You’re Ground Zero every day! Halloween means dressing up as someone you’re not.”

“This is stupid…”

“No, it’s not,” you slapped his chest lightly. As Bakugou continued to brood, you lifted his chin and bopped his warm nose. “C’mon—your fans will love it, the kids will love, and, most importantly, I will love it. Won’t you do it for me?”

Bakugou’s throat tightened at the sound of your melodic voice; it was like pure honey. On the surface, it sounded innocent, but Bakugou knew this voice well. You only played this card when you wanted something from him. At first, the hero refused to succumb to your wicked spell. Except it was hard when your delicate fingers danced across his hero costume. A shudder ran down his spine, and he squirmed slightly—you drove him over the edge.

You shot Bakugou a smug smile when he gripped your waist. His intimidating glare proved useless against you. Especially since you both knew who won this battle. Bakugou banged his head on the leather chair, grumbling a curt ‘fine’ shortly after. You squealed and delivered a quick peck on his lips.

“I knew you would understand,” you perked up, ruffling his soft mane before checking your watch. “Well, I gotta skedaddle. There are still some last-minute preparations to get done before the kids come. Ooh, this is so exciting!”

You hopped off Bakugou’s lap much to his displeasure; he wanted you back. Your steps fall in tune with a Halloween song you heard this morning. His eyes silently follow you toward the door, and you called over your shoulder, “See you later, babe! And don’t be late!”

Bakugou gruffed just as the door closed. He slumped back against the chair while pinching his nose. Why does he always get dragged into your ridiculous shenanigans? Damn your infuriating but cute personality. Red eyes narrowed at the garment bag sitting patiently on his desk. He unzipped it halfway to take a peek at the costume…

…and exploded.

“Fuck!”

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Bakugou gritted his teeth.

“I can’t believe I’m wearing this shit.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” you chimed behind him, smoothing out the costume’s wrinkles. Bakugou huffed and grudgingly turned around. Your Cheshire cat-like smile grew as you stepped back to admire the final outcome. “You look so handsome!”

“Shut up.”

“My handsome pirate—”

“I told you to shut up!”

Your giddy laughs bounced off the walls; Bakugou snapped his head away with a growl. However, he was betrayed when a slight blush dusted his cheeks. He felt absolutely ridiculous in this outfit that belonged in the dumpster. Except for the jacket—Bakugou secretly liked how it emphasized his broad shoulders.

“Was this why you attacked me with that damn measuring tape last time?”

“Honestly, it was more fun than just asking Kioshi for your measurements.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Sorry, not sorry,” you shrugged, smirking as Bakugou’s eyes raked up and down your own pirate costume. It was seductive yet tasteful for tonight. Only your bare shoulders were exposed and Bakugou’s clenched his mouth—they were his weakness. “Behave tonight, and I’ll make sure to reward you well, captain.”

“Tch, damn tease.”

“I know,” you winked, tugging his hand as you both walked out the door. It was almost time to start tonight’s event. Bakugou grumbled as he followed your lead. “But seriously, behave. That means not making any child cry tonight.”

“Let me blast any idiot who tries to pull some shit on you, and we got ourselves a deal.”

”Fine, but not the kids.”

“Deal.”

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Tonight was harder than Bakugou thought.

No one flirted with you, much to his relief. However, the hoard of kids screaming at the gates drained his energy and tested his limited—or nonexistent—patience. Security guards safely managed the crowds while staff members let in a few groups of kids at a time.

You hopped on your tippy-toes every time a new batch approached the steps. Bakugou, on the other hand, showed disdain and tried—unsuccessfully—to keep his distance from them; the kids stupidly disagreed. Bakugou scowled, but it wasn’t enough to scare away the waves of mini vampires or superheroes. Instead, they rushed up to him with goofy smiles.

“Trick-or-treat!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, here’s your candy.”

Bakugou reached inside the large treasure chest for the black pirate pouches. A friendly-looking skull graced the front and contained delicious goodies inside—chocolate gold coins and colorful sugar jewels. You spent weeks designing the Halloween candy so they fit with the pirate theme this year. It was a lot of trial and error, but you never settled for anything less.

That was something Bakugou noticed and silently admired.

A small tug pulled his attention away from you. Crimson eyes peered down at a little girl wearing a butterfly costume. Fuzzy red antennas bounced in the air as her innocent eyes glanced up at the pro hero.

“Are you really a pirate?”

Bakugou froze and blinked at the question. You softly laughed while handing out the pouches to the other kids. Before Bakugou could answer, a young boy blurted out: “Of course he’s not a pirate! That’s Ground Zero, dummy!”

“I’m not a dummy!”

“Yes, you are!”

“No, I’m not!”

The young girl was on the verge of tears. You were about to step in to defuse the situation, but Bakugou quickly beat you to the punch.

“Hey!” Everyone stood at attention after Bakugou’s rugged bark. All eyes were on him as he pointed a stern finger at the robot boy clutching his candy bag. “Does Ground Zero wear a pirate hat and carry a plastic sword?”

“N-no.”

“Then I’m not Ground Zero today, I’m a pirate,” he raised his head up high while adding, “and a captain pirate, too. Do you understand, kid?”

“Yes-s, sir.”

“Good, now apologize to the butterfly for calling her dumb.”

Mr. Robot did, and surprisingly, Bakugou dropped a pirate pouch into his bag. Muttering a curt ‘Go,’ he watched the young boy waddle away. Faint sniffles interrupted the silence shortly afterward. Bakugou averted his gaze to the little girl again.

“Hey,” he called out with a gruff but soft voice and crouched down. Round, puffy eyes stared in disbelief when Bakugou dumped two candy pouches inside her Halloween basket. “Don’t let anyone call you dumb, got it?”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

“Thank you, Mr. Pirate!”

The girl happily skipped away. Bakugou stood up and bristled at the sight of your shit-eating grin. He forgot you were still here, which meant you saw everything. You sauntered toward him with amused eyes and teased, “You’re such a softie!”

“Eh?! Quit spewing bullshit,” he barked weakly, folding his arms over his chest. “You said no kid should cry, right? I did just that, so slap that stupid grin off your face.”

“Technically, I said you shouldn’t make any kid cry.”

“Whatever.”

“Softie,” you whispered before pecking Bakugou’s cheek; he grumbled an insult to save face. You poked his forehead while laughing, “Frown all you want, but you can’t hide that gold heart of yours. At least not around me.”

Bakugou’s lips twitched into a genuine smile reserved only for you.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

A pirate who managed to steal his gold heart? Yeah, it all made sense now.

Thanks for reading!!

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jungshook69 · 4 years ago

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Comforting him

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy.

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

PAIRING/S: Taehyung X female reader

GENRE: Idol x Staff au ; Best friends au

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Being an idol brings an overwhelming pressure on one’s shoulders. And that pressure is heightened when there’s an audience in front of you and you’re in a very vulnerable emotional state. Taehyung needs your help. He needs your comfort. And that’s exactly what you give him.

A/N: This is not necessarily my first fanfiction, but it is the first one I’m ever gonna post on Tumblr! Well hope you guys like it and it does well:) Also I’m sorry in advance if there’s any spelling errors:(

Hi, my name is Min Y/N. I’ve been working as an editorial assistant under Big Hit for a group known as BTS for the last 5 years, ever since BTS had their debut.

I was sitting in my hotel room on my desk eyes fixed on my laptop screen as I watched some of the boys on their own Vlives. Yes this became a part of my job for the last 2 years. I was responsible for watching their Vlives and making sure nothing went wrong. By wrong I meant there were incidents when fans asked questions that were too personal or idols lost their cool on Vlive but Bang PD-nim trusts the boys and I was just assigned to do this as a precaution.

Today only Taehyung, Yoongi oppa and Jin oppa were doing Vlives. Jin oppa wrapped up pretty quickly with his EatJin Vlive segment and signed off. Now the only ones left were Yoongi oppa and Taehyung. Yoongi was bopping along to his own lyrics while Taehyung was just sitting and staring at the camera.

Even though it was just me watching his Vlive, I could almost feel his eyes bore through the screen staring straight into my soul. I suddenly saw Yoongi oppa’s screen go black. I didn’t hear him say anything it just stopped. I texted him asking him if he wanted any help with setting it back up but he said that he didn’t have any problem he actually ended it by saying goodbye and everything. Maybe I didn’t hear him because I was busy staring at Taehyung.

And yes I texted him. I know they don’t really text too many people and very rarely females, but me and Jungkook’s makeup artist Park Min-Young, were the only females from the staff that the boys were closest to and most comfortable with. Personally I am the closest to the ’95 liners Jimin and Taehyung, not just because of the same age but we just get along the best.

Soon I shifted my gaze back onto the only Vlive left, Taehyung. He was leaning over and reading the comments. He remained still for a long time with a blank look on his face.

Soon curiosity got the best of me and I wondered what he was reading and began reading the comments too.

Comments:

@army1: Oh my god your guys 3rd muster performance was amazing!!! I was there Taehyung oppa!!

@army2: Aww I’m broke I couldn’t go T-T

@army3: Taehyung oppa are you okay?

@army4: What happened?

@army5: Didn’t you hear Taehyung cried during the concert?

@army6: Oh my god I cried too T-T

@army7: wHaT?! send me a link aSaP!! T-T

@army8: The concert was just yesterday it’s not up yet!!

I was going through the comments when I heard Taehyung speak up. He looked up at the screen with a serious face. I knew exactly what was gonna happen. He was gonna tell everyone the same thing he told people on the day of the concert. About his grandma.

I was surprised at how calm he was because everyone knew how sensitive he was when it came to his grandmother. He kept a straight face and told everyone about his grandmother. I suddenly heard his breath hitch and looked at him concerned. I knew that face. He wanted to cry but he was holding himself back. I watched as he suddenly picked up his phone and began doing something on there. As soon as he kept his phone back down my phone lit up with a little ‘ding’. I opened it and saw what he had written.

I was surprised he texted me and not Jimin. Without overthinking it too much I quickly put on my hoodie and my white sneakers and put my phone in my pocket and stepped out of my hotel room.

I was on the 2nd floor and got into the elevator to ride to the 4th floor. I reached his door and stopped in front of it. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard a bit of shuffling on the inside and about 5 seconds later the door opened and my eyes met with his.

“Come in…” he said.

“Yeah…”

I said as I proceeded to take of my shoes.

*A/N: don’t come at me with the whole stinky feet thing y’all where I live its normal to be barefoot in the house*

“Soooo….” I started.

“Here take a seat”.

I sat down on his bed and he pulled up his chair in front of me.

“I want you to know that you can tell me anything okay. Whatever you feel whatever’s been on your mind just pour it out don’t hold anything back. I’m listening okay?” I said trying to comfort him.

With that he burst into tears in front of me.

“Heyy heyy its okay just let it all out its okay” I said softly.

“You must be thinking I’m such a baby right?” he said sniffling.

“No no no no who said showing emotions is being a baby?”

“T-t-thanks.”

I raised my hand to touch his arm to comfort him. As I touched his arm he looked up at me. I thought he felt uncomfortable so I quickly jerked my hand away from his arm.

“I’m sorry.”

“No no no just—“

With that he engulfed me in a warm embrace. And its not like we haven’t hugged before. We have plenty of times. But this was different. He seemed more vulnerable now. He buried his face in my neck and sobbed onto my hoodie. I could feel his tears soak my hoodie but I didn’t mind it at all. My hand instinctively flew up to his back and started rubbing it.

After a while of enjoying each other’s comfortable silence and warm embrace I felt him stir under me. He pulled away desperately trying to wipe away his tears. I pulled my hoodie over my palm and grabbed his face with one hand. Using the other hand I wiped away his tears slowly. We looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds till I broke the eye contact.

Smiling I said to him, “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Ok good. Lemme get u a bottle of water.”

I stood up and walked over to his side table and picked up his water bottle. I walked over to the bed and sat back down. I handed him the water bottle and he took a sip as I waited for him to finish.

“Don’t look at me I’m a total mess right now.” He said.

“Personally I think you guys look better without makeup.”

He stared at me and the corner of his mouth lifted a tiny bit.

“Yaaahhh there’s that smile.” I said.

“Thank you so much Y/N.”

“Anytime Tae Tae.”

I giggled. I checked my phone. It showed the time 11.00pm. I didn’t realize I had been here for an hour.

“Well are you sure your feeling okay?”

“Yeah much better” he said smiling.

“Ok cool. Its not like I wanna escape or anything but it’s 11 so maybe I should let you sleep and I should be heading back to my room.” I blurt out. Truth being I wanted to stay with him. But I didn’t want to seem too clingy.

“Oh yeah right.” He said with a disappointed look on his face.

I grabbed my phone from beside me and put it in my pocket.

“I’m sorry I soaked your hoodie.” He said.

“Heyy don’t worry about it.”

“Ummm Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t mind me asking how’s your life going? I mean I feel like all we’ve been talking about is me…”

“Yaahh I’m…” I sighed. “…fine.”

“What’s wrong? Is it about the guy your crushing on?” he asked his tone slightly off.

Yes I told Taehyung and Jimin that I’m crushing on a guy but I refused to reveal his name. Well if I would reveal his name to anyone all hell would break loose.

*A/N: I think you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

“N-no… I mean m-maybe” I said stuttering, scared to accidently reveal the truth.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” he pressed further.

“Don’t you have to sleep or something?”

“No talk to me.”

“Well I haven’t told him that I like him.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because—because I just can’t. Let’s just say it’s forbidden or it’s against the rules or something.”

“You’re still not gonna tell me his name huh?”

How can I tell you that the man I’m in love with is you.

“You’re still not gonna tell me his name huh?” he pouted.

“Nope.” I said popping the ‘p’.

“Are you afraid?”

“Yeah, that he won’t like me back, cuz I’m me and he’s…” I sighed. “It won’t work out.”

“What do you mean you’re you? You’re literally one of the smartest and prettiest girls I know. Your kind, forgiving, humble and caring towards everyone around you.” He said practically ranting.

“Aaaaww thank you Tae but correction I’m not pretty… look at me c’mon?!”

“I am looking.” He says in a deep voice.

He stares into my eyes and his hands reached out to my face as he took of my glasses.

“I think you have beautiful eyes it’s a pity I can’t see them well because of your glasses”

“Yaahh that was Jimin’s line!!” I smile.

“But I meant it.”

He said putting on my glasses.

“Oh god it’s so blurry”

He said pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his eyes. His gaze didn’t falter once from my eyes. I looked down at my lap trying to avoid his gaze. I could feel my cheeks heating up. I froze when I felt a finger gently lifting my chin up.

And there he was the man that I couldn’t have, the man that I was too afraid to confess too, about to steal my first kiss. He stared at my lips while licking his own. He slowly leaned forward and I closed my eyes waiting for the impact. And then I felt it.

Soft plump warm lips gently brushing against mine. He pulled away to see my reaction and I sat right there with my eyes closed and lips still puckered waiting for his warmth to come back again. He clearly saw me wanting more and leaned in again. This time his hand went to the back of my neck as he pulled me closer to deepen the kiss. He got up from his chair and leaned over me. He began to push me back gently as I felt my back touch the bed and felt him hovering over me. We remained in that position for like barely 10 seconds until the loud doorbell rang.

Me being me, I panicked at the loud sound of the bell and and jerked my head up to sit up and accidently banged my head with Taehyung’s who was hovering over me. I immediately apologized and touched his forehead.

“I’m okay, are you?” he says brushing my forehead.

“I’m fine”

He begins chuckling as he made his way to the door.

“Wait! What if someone sees me here at this time?” I freak out.

“It’s probably just one of the guys relax.”

He opened the door to reveal Jimin look up from his phone.

“Taehyung-ah I saw your Vlive and I cam— oh hi Y/N what’re you doing here so late?

“Taehyung texted me to come over so I did.”

“Oh Taehyung-ah are you okay? Cuz I saw the Vlive…”

“Yeah I’m fine now thanks to Y/N.”

He said biting his lip and smirking at me.

I blushed looking away.

“Anyways it’s pretty late. I just came to check up on you and now that I know you’re okay I’m gonna have to get going. I have practice early tomorrow morning with hobi hyung. I’ll leave you two alone now! Byee!!” he spoke in a blur and left immediately.

As soon as Jimin left I got up from the bed and checked the time, it read 11.20pm.

“I should really get going Taehyung.” I said looking down at my feet unable to meet his gaze.

I started walking towards the door. Suddenly a hand flew from beside me and pushed the door close. I turned around to see Taehyung looking down at me, trapping me between the door and him.

“So your still not gonna tell me his name?” he said, his voice extremely gruff.

“W-who?”

“Aaaww look who’s all flustered.”

“I-I’m… n-not…”

“You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“Well whoever he is, I think you should tell him that you love him no matter what the rules are. He deserves to know. And if he says anything to hurt you I swear to god I’m going to break his spine in half!”

I think he was trying to be threatening but I found it rather cute. I giggled. Oh Taehyung-ah if only you knew…

“You really think I should tell him?’

“No, be mine…” He mumbled.

“What?” Did I hear him right?

“Y-yes.”

“Ok then I will.”

“Great.” He sighed.

He moved away from me and started walking away towards his bed.

“I love you Taehyung.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly his gaze fixed on me. I looked down at my feet feeling the heat crawl up to my cheeks. I jerked my head up in shock when I heard what he said next.

“I love you too Y/N.”

With that he walked towards me grabbing my face with his hands as he smashed his lips onto mine as we stood there against his door, not wanting to escape each other’s warm embrace. That’s when I knew that something called true love does exist.

*A/N: I hope you guys liked it:) Smile for me:)*

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tiny-belle · 4 years ago

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My @secret-shifters gift for @write-1t-bop-1t. Hope you like it! 😊

I wanted so badly to get away from there. I felt put on the spot as all eyes were upon me, waiting for me to make a decision right in that moment. How on earth was I supposed to choose a suitor, someone who I was to devote the rest of my life to, without the chance of truly getting to know any of them? Sure, some of them did try to genuinely impress me, but there were still quite a few who only wanted me because of my title or money or appearance. The notion of simply throwing a fancy ball and expecting me to suddenly fall in love with at least one of the male attendants is ridiculous. So when the time came for me to announce my choice, I fled.

I flew away as fast as I could, but the guards chased after me. Luckily, I managed to throw them off my trail as I tossed aside the tiara from my head. Before I knew it, I had reached the edge of the kingdom; a giant barrier of roses. No one ever dared to leave the kingdom because apparently there were rumors about horrible monsters on the other side who supposedly tortured or even killed fairies. According to the stories about them, they were a hundred feet tall with sharp teeth and bloodthirsty eyes and booming voices, and they would snatch up anyone who dared to venture outside the kingdom. Between their frightening appearance and horrible actions, yet no actual proof of their existence, they were usually relegated to scary stories children told each other and warnings parents used to scare their children straight. But I was so caught up in the heat of the moment that I was willing to take my chances of potentially dealing with them if it meant getting away from my royal obligation.

I flew into the rose bushes, only to get tangled up in the thicket of thorns. I pushed myself as I maneuvered through the stems, despite my gown tearing and cutting myself along my arms and legs. The worst damage was when my wings got caught, resulting in the thorns poking and slicing holes into my wings. I could no longer fly because of this, so I grabbed ahold of the stems to prevent myself from falling. I was so close to the end of the barrier that I could just see the other side, only to notice just how high off the ground I was. I could only hold on for so long that my hands became sweaty and I lost my grip. The roses cushioned my fall so that I didn’t die upon impact, but from what I can recall because it happened so fast, I blacked out before I hit the ground.

I don’t know how long I was out for, but I woke up to find that I was no longer outside. Rather than waking up in darkness, I awoke to the soft glow of firelight. The first thing I noticed upon opening my eyes was just how high the ceiling above me was. It seemed to stretch all the way up into the sky. Not even the highest ceilings in my castle reached anywhere near as far as this. I felt the extremely cushioned surface below me to find that I had been placed on a giant pillow. I tried to sit up, but between feeling too weak from my injuries and the lack of support from the pillow, I couldn’t. It took a while, but when my consciousness fully returned to me, I was able to actually take in my new surroundings. That’s when I saw that I was inside an enormous house. It was so huge that my castle could actually fit inside, and it would be no bigger than a dollhouse. Heck, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the entire kingdom could fit inside.

What really startled me awake was the sound of footprints stomping into the room. A monster! I panicked, unable to fly away due to the condition of my wings. I couldn’t even find a place to hide without getting caught as I could barely sit up, let alone walk. I shut my eyes as the stomping became louder with each step closer towards me. I then heard something tiny being placed beside me, followed by feeling the tip of a giant finger stroke my head before walking away. I opened my eyes to see that beside me was a thimble full of water. I looked over, but the “monster” was nowhere to be found. I slid off the pillow, sitting against it as I took a much-needed drink, not realizing just how dehydrated I was from the adrenaline of running away.

It wasn’t long though before I heard the “monster” return. There wasn’t enough time for me to scramble back onto the pillow, so I lay down on the table and closed my eyes again, pretending to be unconscious. I heard a couple objects being placed down beside me and the “monster” pulling up a chair to sit down. I then felt four fingers push their way under me and gently lift me up, causing me to tense my whole body. Not only did the physical contact sting my cuts, but I froze with fear that this was the beginning of the end for me. I wanted to retaliate so badly, but I was afraid of what would happen if I dared to move. I wasn’t held for very long, as I was immediately placed back onto the pillow. I wanted so badly to see what exactly was going on, but I couldn’t bear to look at the terrifying creature who I was at the mercy of. Suddenly, I felt the tip of a finger just barely touch my chest, only for it to be immediately removed. “Oh, thank god,” a deep yet soft voice said just under its breath.

I couldn’t help but be confused. So far, this thing has had every opportunity to do whatever it wanted with me, but hadn’t done anything even remotely harmful. I heard the sound of scissors cutting something, and the tips of fingers reached for my arm and carefully held it up. Whether it was due to the physical pain or the fear of what it would do to me, I flinched and pulled my arm away. It tried to grab my arm again, only this time I swatted away. My eyes still closed, I scooted backwards. I didn’t realize that I had reached the edge of the pillow, so just as my body tilted off backwards, a giant hand caught me. I screamed as I pushed myself off of it, falling forward onto my knees. Almost as if against their own will, my eyes opened, and without meaning to, I saw the “monster.” I only looked for a split second, but because I was so overwhelmed by its size, I immediately shut my eyes again and curled back into a ball, my breath staggering as I trembled like a leaf. I so desperately hoped that what was happening was just a nightmare and that when I opened my eyes, I would be back in my bed.

I then felt myself being moved onto the hands and lifted up into the sky. “Please, don’t be afraid,” the voice begged. I slowed my breathing down as I recollected myself. “It’s alright, you’re safe.” The voice was calm and gentle, lulling me into a sense of security; so much so that I slowly opened my eyes. Surrounding my field of vision was pure flesh, causing me to freak out again. “No, it’s okay!” the voice said assuredly.

Still unable to look at its face, I winced as I squeezed my eyes shut so tightly that tears began to trickle out. “Please don’t hurt me,” I cried. “Please just let me go.”

“I promise I won’t hurt you. You’re safe here.”

“What do you want with me?”

“I just want to nurse you back to health. You’re clearly hurt and I want to give you a safe place to stay while you heal.”

“Really? That’s it? You’re not going to torture me or kill me?”

“What? Of course not! I know you’re scared right now, but if you look at me, you can see that I mean you no harm.” I remained practically motionless. “Please, trust me.”

So far, nothing in his voice, words, or actions had indicated any intention to harm me, so I gave in and looked. What I saw was nothing like what the stories about the “monsters” had described, with the exception of the enormous size. The face right before me alone was taller than the average man, but the face itself was as normal as any one I would see back home. I still couldn’t help but be overwhelmed just by the scope of the being before me, but I was just as much in awe. I never took my eyes off him as his face grew further away while he lowered me back onto the pillow. “You’re not a monster,” I said as my voice trailed off.

“No, I’m a human,” he said with a slightly nervous chuckle.

“A human?” I tilted my head in confusion.

“Yes, you’ve never heard of us?”

“No. We were told that giant monsters lived outside our land. But you’re just like us, except bigger and without wings.”

“Exactly,” he smiled.

I looked around. “So is it just you here?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“But doesn’t it get lonely and boring without anyone else around?”

“It does, but I’ve never really been good with other people.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just never really got along with anyone or had anyone to talk to. I prefer my solitude and being surrounded by nature anyway.”

“I understand how you feel. I’m the same way.”

There was a moment of silence before he picked up the two objects I heard from earlier, a pair of scissors and a roll of bandages. He cut up an extremely thin piece and asked for my arm. This time I willingly gave in and he bandaged up my cuts and bruises. “If you don’t mind me asking,” he said as he bandaged my other arm, “what exactly happened?”

“I ran away from home. There’s a barrier made of rose plants blocking my land from the rest of the world, but I fought through it to escape.”

“Why did you run away?”

“Because I’m being forced against my will to get married, even though I want to find my future husband on my own.”

“That’s awful. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you.” I paused before I spoke up again. “How did you find me?”

He finished bandaging me. “I was outside for a stroll when I saw you lying on the ground. I was afraid of what would happen if anyone or anything else found you or that you would die if I left you, so I brought you back here.” He reached over for my wings, which flicked in his touch. “Does it hurt when I touch them?”

“Not really. Wings don’t have any feeling to them. They’re like hair in that you can only feel them if pressure is applied or if they’re pulled on.”

“I’m guessing that you can’t fly given the holes?”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry, they’ll heal. They’re like broken bones or cut hair, the holes will fill in, but it just takes quite a bit of time.”

“Well, until you can fly again, you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you like.”

I looked up at my savior and smiled for the first time. “Thank you.”

#g/t #giant/tiny #micro/macro #story #fairies

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years ago

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Could you do another GOT7 little space please? Where Yugyeom is a closeted little whose headspace is around 4 and JB walks in on him regressed. And Yugyeom ends up slipping into baby space and JB has to figure things out. I really enjoy your fics

Oh, alright

Fandom: GOT7

Little: Yugyeom (age 1-4)

Caregiver: Jaebeom

No one’s POV.:

Yugyeom had first learned about age regression during highschool. Two of his closest friends had come out to him as little and he occasionally took care of them. He found his friends quite cute when they were little but never considered slipping himself. His height making it difficult for him to feel small. Until he started to train under JYP, that is. A few months into his training, the pressure was already getting to him and for the sake of his sanity, he tried age regression for himself. It was difficult in the beginning but after a while, slipping felt more natural to him and he established his typical headspace age of four years. It was young enough to get away from the stress but he could still take care of himself and make sure he wouldn’t get caught. Regressing still remained his favorite and most effective coping mechanism after debut, though Yugyeom never told his band members about his headspace. They all knew the dancer wanted to be cute and yearned for affection from his friends but they never knew why. Sure, Yugyeom trusted them but he was too afraid of being rejected to ever out himself. He regressed every time he’d get the dorm to himself or cover his face during his sleep, so nobody would see him suck on his thumb. It had worked pretty well all these years, so he never even considered telling the others, despite wishing for a caregiver who’d treat him all soft and affectionate.

Today Yugyeom was tasked with choreographing one of their new songs. It was easy, the beat taking over his body and within the next two hours he was done. He kept practicing it for a while and recorded it to teach his members later that week. The dancer had expected to be spending the entire day in the practice room but to his surprise, he was able to go home shortly before lunch. He had no other schedule that day because no one expected him to finish up that quickly. The other members all had their own schedules, that would last the whole day too, which meant the dorm would be empty for at least five more hours, probably longer. A spark of excitement lit up his face. It had been ages since he had been little for longer than an hour. On his way back to the dorm, Yugyeom picked up some kimbap, so he wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of cooking for himself. Kicking off his shoes at the front door, the dancer dropped his bag and took a quick shower. The rubber duck he had taken with him, made it easy to let go of all the adult thoughts clouding his head. Afterwards he changed into black shorts and an oversized yellow sweater. He took his sippy cup and filled it with juice before sitting down at the table with his kimbap and juice. The little also tied a tea towel around his neck to create a makeshift bib. Little Yugyeom was not necessarily a messy eater but the bib made him feel small and it protected his favorite headspace sweater from any potential stains. He hummed happily, nibbling on his kimbap. He had really missed this.

After his meal, he cleaned up after himself and threw the tea towel into the wash. He picked up his sippy cup and took it back to his and Bambam’s shared room. Sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, Yugyeom pulled out a small box from under his bed. For a second his eyes became glossy, when they fell on his light blue pacifier. He usually preferred his paci over his thumb but when he slept his thumb was easier to hide, so he hasn’t been able to use that comfort item in a long time. Slipping the paci between his lips, the little instantly relaxed and started to suckle on it softly. He also pulled out a coloring book and some crayons for later, as well as a few small toy cars to play with now. While the coloring book sat on his bed untouched, Yugyeom let the cars race all over the room, over his desk and up him closet, making quiet ‘vroom vroom’ noises behind his pacifier.

Jaebeom had, similar to his dongsaeng, gotten off of work early that day. He had been in a meeting with their management which was supposed to last all day but was unexpectedly cut short due to the absence of one of their managers. Whispering lightly, the leader made his way back to the dorm, happy to have some time to himself. He might go for a walk later to relax and clear his head but for now all he wanted was to go home. Kicking off his shoes, he stopped whispering to engulf in the rare silence. It wasn’t all that silent though. Further down the hall way Jaebeom heard some weird muffled noises, coming from the direction of their maknaes’ room. Furrowing his browns, the leader made his way down the hallway to check it out. He didn’t expect either of the two to be home already, so he peaked into the room without knocking. The leader had expected anything, literally anything, except coming face to face with their giant maknae, having a pacifier in his mouth and a toy car in his hand. The younger was frozen in his spot, staring at his hyung in horror. Jaebeom was frozen too, taking in the scene but unable to make any sense of it. Thick silence hung over both of them, only interrupted by the car slipping from Yugyeom’s hand and clattering to the ground.

The little’s breath hitched and the tears started to spill. He was frightened, slipping fast. From being scared of his hyung finding him weird to not being able to identify why he was scared, only knowing what was happening was extremely bad and a reason to be terrified. Yugyeom was sobbing, harshly sucking on his paci and hiding his face with his arms. Jaebeom, though more confused than he had ever been before, sprung into action upon seeing his youngest dongsaeng cry. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the maknae’s shaking frame. “Hey, it’s alright. Don’t cry! Gyeommie, what’s going on? Please talk to me”, the leader frowned, giving the crying boy a light squeeze. Yugyeom just continued to cry his little heart out, clutching onto Jaebeom’s shirt, afraid his hyung would leave him. The leader was starting to get really worried, their youngest was not himself at all and he wouldn’t calm down. His breathing sounded so ragged, that Jaebeom pulled back a bit to look at his face and shushed: “Deep breaths, Gyeom. You’ll be fine, just breathe, yeah?” To Yugyeom it didn’t feel like anything would be fine ever again. He just knew that he couldn’t let his hyung leave him, so standing quite close to his bed, he gave the older a push and tackled him onto the bed.

Still breathing heavily, the little pressed himself against the older’s side. “Oh, alright. …Cuddles, I – I guess we can do that”, Jaebeom stuttered, surprised, “can you at least try to take a deep breath for me, brownie?” Yugyeom’s kept choking on his sobs, not even trying to follow the leader’s instructions. The Jaebeom it seemed like the pacifier between the maknae’s lips made it more difficult for him to breathe, so he grabbed it and with some struggle extracted it from his friend’s mouth, hoping the younger would be able to take a proper breath in and calm down afterwards. Quite the opposite turned out to be the case. The little misinterpreted his hyung’s actions and thought, the older would throw his comfort item away before scolding him for using it in the first place. Watching Yugyeom freak out and desperately reach for the blue object in Jaebeom’s hand, the leader looked at him horrified and quickly put it back between his swollen lips. The older found a plushie concealed by the blanket and pressed in into the crying boy’s arms. At a loss for what would calm his doongsaeng down, Jaebeom started to sing softly, one arm wrapped around the little’s waist, the other rubbing his upper back comfortingly.

It had been half an hour but Jaebeom still hadn’t gotten a single word out of Yugyeom. His sobs were slowly quietening down to weak, little hiccups, accompanied by the occasional tear, dripping onto the leader’s shirt. The dancer had exhausted himself with his anxious meltdown and he wandered on the edge of sleep, with the pacifier bopping softly between his pink swollen lips. Jaebeom continued to stroke his back until he was absolutely certain the maknae was asleep before shifting a bit to pull out his phone. If he couldn’t get an explanation out of his friend, he’d have to ask the internet as to why a full-grown man would be using a pacifier and children’s toys. He had to try out different search terms, since none of the results seemed to fit their situation but after a while he found something that seemed close to what he was dealing with. Age regression, a coping mechanism to handle emotional stress and possibly anxious thoughts. Jaebeom did more research on this as it seemed like Yugyeom was what people called a ‘little’ or ‘age regressor’. When he was satisfied that it was a harmless thing to do, he tried to find out how best to care for somebody in headspace. All it said was to treat the little like a real child and the age the regressor feels like in that particular moment. That seemed difficult. First treating somebody who’s taller than yourself is hard and second, how could he even find out how old Yugyeom was feeling if he didn’t talk?

Deep in his thoughts, Jaebeom remained in his spot on Yugyeom’s bed and let the little rest on his chest. His heart clenched, remembering the pure horror in the younger’s eyes. ‘He must have been so scared of me judging him’, the leader thought. Looking around the room, he didn’t only spot the abandoned toy car but also a coloring book and crayons close to his feet and a sippy cup on the nightstand. His attention was back on Yugyeom when the younger sniffled softly before sitting up and rubbing his fist over his swollen eyes. “Hey Gyeommie. How was your nap?”, Jaebeom asked softly, cringing inwardly at his awkwardness. The maknae’s eyes went wide and almost filled with tears again before the leader sat up, smiling: “Don’t cry, cutie. Hyung figured out what’s going on and he’s not thinking badly of you, okay? Need a hug, little one?” Yugyeom blinked at him in confusion but snuggled into the older’s broad chest anyways. Jaebeom picked up the sippy from the nightstand, afraid the younger would get dehydrated from all the crying he had done. “Here, have a few sips. We can’t have you dry out from crying now, can we?”, he asked gently. The little shook his head to that and reached for the sippy himself. Jaebeom had other plans though and removed the younger’s pacifier, promising when he saw the worried frown: “You’ll get it right back after drinking something.” Then he raised the sippy up to the little’s lips and had him drink a bit before letting him have his pacifier back. They both knew they’d have to talk later when Yugyeom got out of his headspace but till the others get back, they’d still have some quality cuddle time together.

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sole-cuore-amore-e-droga · 4 years ago

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Bulgaria brings a mentally reassuring anthem to Rotterdam 2021

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I’ve said so that VICTORIA herself sort of agreed to have done “Tears Getting Sober” if she was allowed to, but for one I have to thank that EBU said that the artists can’t have their 2020 songs back? You’ll see why when I get to the review after two boring paragraphs of text with technical info, for the country that is Bulgaria!

ARTIST & ENTRY INFO

Victoria Georgieva (or VICTORIA, but I can’t be arsed to continuously capitalize her name so I’ll just say Victoria from now on) was born a singer, for she started to sing at the age 11, went to a specific school of angel voices (no really that’s what it was called), and tried to go to the X Factor while a liiiiiittle too young until realizing that she needed to wait for a few years, and wait a few years she did, and went on to the X Factor again.

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She didn’t win, but she still got to sign a contract and sing some stuff in Bulgarian before she decided to rebrand, started singing in English, and completely decided that ballads is her style. She cannot really do upbeat most of the time. So you can’t really have a bop from her in the future. (Well except that there’s a couple of songs in her discography that I personally classify as “bops” but they’re more like... idek sad bops?? but they can be danced to, but I get her, she doesn’t do anything that’s more loud and upbeat and clubby and summery kind of - in short, nothing you can go “YAAASSSS QUEEEEEN” over to.)

The entry she ended up singing, “Growing Up Is Getting Old”, is what I can describe to be about overcoming the emotional twists and turns inside of you as you grow older, because as it turns out, it ain’t what you thought it would be - but if you push just a little further, you realize that if you’re growing up, maybe the life isn’t so bad, afterall - you are able to get up. Somehow. It was written as part of Boris-Milanov-led songwriting camp held during summer, and a lot of people seemed to be a part of it because multiple different folk have songwriting credits on the potential Bulgarian entries this year.

REVIEW

Let’s get this out of the way immediately. I prefer “Growing Up Is Getting Old” to “Tears Getting Sober”. The former sounds a lot less irritatingly underwhelming and a lot more positively overwhelming you with warm emotions and sunglow. “Tears Getting Sober” was a song I could never really connect with - maaaaybe the last chorus is much better on there, but it doesn’t do much for me either, I guess.

Their 2021 forray however is a much different kind of thing - once again, going for lyrical non-cliches, Victoria tells a tale about her inner turmoils and continuing in life, in a way that’s personal to her and also kind of relatable to all of us. We all have these moments of fear and anxiety and nervous systems aching. If only there was someone who’d tell us that we’re worth saving... thanks a lot Victoria, you’re the MVP. Filling in the void that Netherlands from last year had brought us but not anymore - another personal song about getting old and having those kind of feelings inside - and doing a great job at taking the baton in the right way (even with featuring the word “grow” in both of the titles, neat coincidence).

Not only the lyrics feel like a hug, the song just emulates ray of sunshine and golden glitter coming down from the sky, Molly Sanden style. The violins in the G major key playing so precisely, building up momentum throughout the entire song, slowly but surely - starting with the ticking clock in the first verse that may have subtle violin in there; and the first chorus is just so simple piano, and then the second chorus has a tinge of electronic something, and the last chorus goes full in with the backing vocals boosting the song, after Victoria performs the quite magnificent bridge... now I don’t have synesthesia but I associate music keys with colors, and to me G major would always come across as something yellow or orange - “Growing Up Is Getting Old” is a perfect example of why’s that for me. And obviously, Victoria’s love for harmony-humming (even if there’s just one instance of it after she sings “star crossed soul”) complements the song to a T.

And it turned out to be a much better choice than last year’s. Maybe finally a female ballad I am getting behind.

Now I wanna know why the bookies don’t appreciate THIS entry as much as last year?

Granted, now it’s 2021 and the environment is so much different, and the songs have changed, and the dynamics have changed, and now there’s suddenly more competition at stake. And for Bulgaria it fares quite much more underwhelmingly - well, at this moment they’re like 6th, which isn’t bad, but there’s a lack of sung praises coming its way, not quite a feat that “Tears Getting Sober” actually achieved, being the bookies fave right before the cancellation of last year. In general the year has been pretty dry for the previous winner picks like Iceland, Lithuania and this, but I can’t say that the previous winner bets from 2020 are all that dead either? Though I gotta say that Bulgaria wasn’t gonna win 2020 anyway, so it’s a lose-lose in this case.

Also I just can’t at that music video being a little dramatic at the beginning, with the cancellation of Eurovision being presented as if it were a worldwide disaster during which we all shall lock ourselves into bunkers and wait until the better days, eventhough the panini is not war and war supplies kit is not just enough to survive it. But it seems like that the world is quite literally falling apart, as evidenced by Victoria going through all kinds of pathways away from her living room, meeting a (presumably) mini version of her somewhere in between, and literally surrounded by the shaking environment by the last moments of the song

before we realize it was just reality recursing from the TV’s point of view that Victoria was watching all along, and then she leaves the living room again, but in her world, everything is normal and she could just go wherever she wants by car. Even I can’t come up with a storyline ending that’s somewhat intertwined and all plot-twisty and more confusing than that. But props to her team I guess

Approval factor: Let’s say I somewhat approve this message. Follow-up factor: For the sake of argument let me just say that Bulgaria is moving on a great path, eventhough the former entry leaves me cold, at least the current entry keeps me warm at all times, like a cup of cocoa and a good blanket. Please Bulgaria, never run out of sponsors. Qualification factor: I’ve seen one or two people throw around the “surprise NQ” tag for this song and I don’t get why??? There’s no way that the tense atmosphere of semifinal 2 would sure-fire-ly kill Bulgaria, even if they have a lot less chances to win this year than they had the last one. There can be some shock NQs indeed though, and if there are, I am paging... uhhhhh Finland? Idk why but you might see what I mean if I ever get around to reviewing “Dark Side”. Bulgaria? Never. It may not win the semi but it will cradle around the top 7 somehow.

INTERNAL NF CORNER

That’s right, Bulgaria managed to do both.

At the time when one other of Bulgaria’s songs got released, within the *Special* Eurovision September 1st-onwards range, people naturally succumbed to their primal instinct of asking whether that’s her Eurovision song... only for Vic to probably announce this early on that no, it’s just *one* of potential ESC entries she’s harbouring. And the remaining potential ones were all on her debut EP. Who actually got a more well-orchestrated schedule for everyone to follow, and yet, people were much more keen to cling on the first EP song out of the gate, “Imaginary Friend”. Now I get that the fans of that song were super upset at the revelation that IF is not going, but it is a technically strong song for the sake of being a technically strong song, and I don’t want to think that Victoria is only forced to choose the songs that can win for her, so she’s such a sweetheart for gravitating towards a song she could dearly care about. So props to her team saving the initial winner for last to be revealed, lol.

Though wasn’t her personal favourite a Billie-Eilish-lite-upbeat-kinda-track Phantom Pain?

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Which was also my personal favourite?

Look, I know that favouring the only non-ballad in the whole lineup (well “Ugly Cry” is also not quite a ballad but its beat is kinda so-so, so I tend to ignore it) is kinda sus, also, y’all are sick to death to Billie Eilish comparisons, but I do believe that Billie would never be able to do an “Imaginary Friend” while Victoria could do a “Lovely”. This makes me remember the cover art of Billie’s debut album where she sits on her bed, dressed in white, and so is Victoria on this very MV, with strange shit going on behind her in the mirror. To the mirror, her reflection acts creepy, back again.

The other 2 I don’t feel like caring about enough, sure they got their cred, sure there’s one entry properly crediting Milanov (who seems to not have an actual entry this year that’s purely attributed to *him*, as opposed to 3 last year, 2 of which were performed by acts that returned this year????), sure there’s the funny thing about having a funeral song where out of this and Finland only Austria managed to send a quote unquote “funeral” song, but I think the funeral song would’ve sounded better if the pre-section of it on the “Phantom Pain” video was THE “funeral” song itself, and not whatever was that other funeral song.

In between there was a public sort of survey where people could submit feedback and positive words to Vic’s choices to help her decide - I didn’t get to vote but I feel fine with the winner eitherway, and that counts for something! And the end result was revealed at the very end of Victoria’s very own rooftop concert.

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The colors on the circle thingy of this, they were meant to symbolize all Bulgarian entries up to Victoria’s 2nd one, in pictograms that kind of reminded me of Coldplay attributing every song on ‘Mylo Xyloto’ its own little symbol.

The concert was not only full of music and also adverts for the inaugural sponsor iCard (that also included some element of foreshadow in between the suspense, you’ll see why), but also the Bulgarian folk talking before each song, saying all the positive nice words they can for Vic; that she’s talented, and that they were so excited that Bulgaria was doing well in the odds last year prior to cancellation, bla bla bla... also some people were proud of voting for Bulgaria outside Bulgaia, and they made puns about the forthcoming songs on the concert that they were introducing, and so on, and there was also someone called Dara, whom I really want to be sent by Bulgaria one day to show off that they’re not afraid of doing trashy-esque bops that don’t necessarily win

Also they reminded me that Lucy from No Angels (aka the sole reason Bulgaria 12′d Germany in 2008) still exists.

Also Azis.

There was also an intermission where Eurovision 2021 acts could say all the nice words to Victoria on their own part. And several artists chose to... how shall I put it... use up their several seconds rather interestingly. Like how The Roop would say something real quick only to delve into more of their usual “let’s dance, let’s discoteque! *hand scissors* ;P” self-promo, and Senhit carelessly being allowed to say whatever she wants in Italian without subtitles <3 Sorry sis, they’re only given to people from another white-green-red flag-color country.

About the iCard foreshadow... so there’s their advert about Victoria waiting in the line to get something in the Soft Vocals Store, and people ahead of her giving her money the standard oldfashioned way, and the old lady at the counter is... slow, to say the least. After a good amount of time spent waffling around, Victoria finally pulls out the iCard application and pays for the imaginary items she wants, then narrates some stuff about said application, and a Eurovision entry of hers plays when the old lady is at home, spending time in front of TV enjoying the music. Before the concert, the song that played was “Tears Getting Sober”. The advert played once more before Victoria’s big entry decision and entry MV reveal, and in place of the 2020 entry, “Growing Up Is Getting Old” was the one that sounded out loud... Now you may think that there were attempts at some sort of spoilage here, but after that ad before the concert EP NF result, there was this other advert starring Victoria that played “Imaginary Friend” at the end, a last-ditch effort to trick viewers into going “see? just because that ad played the chosen song doesn’t mean it’s the chosen song!! this song could as well be a chosen song as well!!” yeah no shut up GUIGO IS the chosen song kthxbyebye.

ANY LAST WORDS?

Having said all that praise, I actually have “Growing Up Is Getting Old” fairly low on my ranking. It’s just because the year is so damn good and I have a lot more songs to care about more than this, but I appreciate the gesture that this singer is sending very much. Good luck on your road to conquer Europe, Victory-ia, I’m sure you get the best of the experience and all, because you would deserve it.

#eurovision #eurovision 2021 #rotterdam 2021 reviews #bulgaria #victoria georgieva #victoria #growing up is getting old #i was planning to publish this review on the same day as borisbubbles dropped his review of bulgaria #but my timing is lazier than his i gotta admit #so yeah #gif

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cherrybloomn · 4 years ago

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Delicate - Chapter 4

Alright guys, so here it comes. I am not really sure if anyone is reading this story, but for me it’s a great joy of writing it. I’m not much of a writer, but it’s a nice thing to give it a go. If there is anyone that would like to be tagged, let me know and I will. As for now there’s no tag list as I’m not really sure anyone reads this, lol

Once again, HUGE thank you for my most wonderful beta and supporters @musings-sans-muse and @shellbilee <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Warnings: strong language, (it’s a slow burn so.. no more warnings as for now), a bit of a breakdown.

Music inspiration: ( as I really love to discover all the music inspirations here on Tumblr, I’ve decided to put all the songs/music that have inspired me to write) -

1) Jacob Banks & Louis the Child - Diddy Bop -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxcsoynCkPk

2) Olafur Arnolds - Poland - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIq55s61KAE

3) Ruelle, Fleurie - Carry you - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i39fan8ow-o

Storyline: Naomi Poesy is a TV host of the show about acting and contemporary cinema. She is living life to the fullest, but for some reason she promised herself, she will never do any relationships. Much to her surprise she befriends one of her guests. Will she keep her promise?

30th of July, 2020

Naomi was driving her car home from her pure barre classes, when her phone rang. She quickly switched the Bluetooth on and pressed the dial button.

“Hello, boy. How are you doing? It’s your last Friday of freedom! Are you still in London or have you already got to the countryside?”

Henry chuckled. “Thank you I’m actually doing very fine. I can’t wait to get back to work. Finally. I’m in the countryside already. I’m throwing a small party tonight. Just closest friends. Shisha included. Hope you’re on board. Colin said he could pick you up.”

It took Naomi a minute to answer that question, as she was distracted by other drivers’ weird actions on the road.

“What the fuck is he doing!” She looked to her right and gave the driver sitting in the other car the scary look. “Oh, sorry. The party. Yes. Well, no. I’m sorry, I can’t make it. I’d love to though, really. I know we won’t be able to meet for a couple of weeks now, but BBN has a new CEO. Tonight there’s this introductory dinner. I have to be there. To be honest I don’t really know how I feel about it. This guy is so… disturbing. He visited us two days ago and said that he would announce who is going to end their journey with BBN, and I quote,“Some of you have nothing to add to the company”.

“Naomi, come on! You don’t really think you are one of these people! You are nominated to the TV Rising Star Award! Come on! But when itcomes to your presence at the party, well, I won’t deny I’m a little bit disappointed. I hoped we’d see each other tonight. But I do understand of course. Please let me know tomorrow how the dinner went. Oh, and I am keeping my fingers crossed on Monday. I sincerely think you do deserve to win the award.”

“Thanks. Alright, so, have a great time in the evening and don’t get stoned!”

“Thanks…” There was a short silence between them, Naomi felt like he wanted to add something more, but he didn’t, so she finally broke the silence:

“Ok. Oh, and Hen… I will sincerely miss you. I know how tight your schedule is” she stopped for a brief moment to rethink if she should ask for that, but decided to do so, and continued with soft voice “but just call me from time to time.”

“If I didn’t know you, I would have thought you fell in love with me, or something.” He joked.

Naomi smiled “Hm. I’m just curious. What makes you feel like you know me?” She asked playfully and grinned like a Cheshire cat at her question.

“Should I read between lines??” Naomi could only imagine him raising his eyebrow with the cheeky smile on his face.

“I don’t know. It’s you who said you knew me.” She giggled. “Ok, that’s enough. I’m almost at home, so I need to end this wonderful conversation. Keep in touch.”

“Absolutely. Now that you’ve admitted to falling for me, touching is inevitable.”

Naomi rolled her eyes and exclaimed quickly “Oh dear god, you did not just say that!” And also added with laughter: “Bye!”. She ended the conversation.

To fall in love with. Whatever being in love means. Naomi thought about it for a while. She didn’t really remember what that meant, how it felt. Was she in love with anyone right now? She knew she wasn’t in love with her fuck friend – James. Henry – on the other hand – was important to her. She thought about him every evening beforeshe went to sleep, she thought about him every morning. His messages made her smile, and the thought of their meeting made her feel warm inside. She knew that with every meeting, she wanted more – longer conversations, just one more movie to watch, another joke to share, another (un)accidental touch. She shivered at each thought of his touch. It has always been so casual and innocent, yet so powerful and soothing. Oh, fuck. Enough of this. He’s so not my type. Her own thoughts terrified her, so she tried to push them away.

***

The evening came very fast. Enveloped in a black, knee-length, silky dress by Dior and Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel, Naomi found herself in a cab on the way to the dinner. Her hair was styled in soft waves and her lips painted red. She was very stressed about losing her job, but tried to do as much as possible to make herself presentable and appealing. What a pathetic circus– she thought.

Just before leaving the cab Naomi fixed her makeup. She entered the Ritz, and quickly headed to the hostess, who waited to lead the guests to the tables. The young girl welcomed her with a glass of champagne, which Naomi politely accepted. She took a small sip. Let the shit show begin. Both women headed to the small room just behind the main chamber of the restaurant. Much to Naomi’s surprise the CEO was already sitting at the small table prepared for two. His posture was relaxed, his jacket hung over the backrest of the chair. He must have been waiting here for some time. He was a handsome man in his fifties, but his mischievous smirk was very disturbing. He didn’t bother to stand up to welcome Naomi.

“There you are! Our shining little star. Our nominee. Come closer, darling. Let me finally take a proper look at you.” He beckoned her. Naomi approached him and extended her hand for a professional handshake.

“Mr McKenzie, very nice to meet you.” She faked her sweetest smile and looked around. “Where’s everybody? I was sure I'd heard it was a meeting with all of the presenters.”

“Surprise, surprise!” He exclaimed and took a sip of his whiskey. “Darling I want to talk with you and only you. YOU are our future. I want to transfer you to the news section and make you the main news presenter. Excited?” He looked her up and down. “Turn around”.

“Excuse me..?” She looked at him with her eyes wide open. That request caught her off guard. She quickly looked around. All of the tables were occupied, and Naomi felt like everyone’s eyes were settled on them.

“Darling I said just turn around for me. I want to see you.”

The shit-show indeed. Naomi slowly sat down in front of her boss, never ceasing to look him in the eyes. “No, Mr McKenzie. I’m afraid I can’t do that.” She gave him a sly smile.

“Disobedient. I don’t like disobedience.” He slowly poured whiskey to the empty glass standing on Naomi’s side, and after filling it with the liquid he handed it to her. “Here’s to our new news star.” He took his glass of whiskey and clicked her glass. With his other hand he grabbed her chin and turned her head to her right side and then back to the centre, forcing her to look at him. “You’re so perfect. I will make a star of you. Just be good and obedient.” He let go of her chin and sat comfortably in his chair.

Naomi, usually so outspoken and forward, didn’t know what to say. At the very moment she felt exposed. Vulnerable. Fragile. Lonely.

“Mr McKenzie, I’m sorry but I don’t really see our cooperation like this. I am very grateful for the given opportunity, but I really love my show, and I have put so much effort to make it work. People like it, the guests like it. It’s not just another talk show, it touches important issues in theatre and film industry, it gives information about acting methods. I think it’s very refreshing and I have only got positive feedback from our viewers. We also have the social media account and the show has the biggest number of active followers. People like it and they associate the show with me. I wouldn’t like to give it to anyone else. I feel like it’s my child.”

“Naomi. I don’t really give a fuck about the number of viewers or comments made by spoiled, cocaine addict celebrities. This show is running to its end and you either become the face of the evening news on my terms, or you can consider yourself jobless.”

“Well, if so… I guess you will have the one and only chance to look at my ass, just as you wanted to. I’m sorry, but I can’t take this offer.” She half whispered all these words. She worked very hard on her composure, but inside she felt like bursting out. She quickly stood up, held her bag and left the restaurant. Just when she caught the taxi and sat inside, the tears started running down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she was deprived of her beloved child, just because someone decided to destroy it.

She gave the taxi driver her home address but after just a minute she changed her destination. Henry.

An hour later, she was standing at the door of Henry’s rented countryside house. She could hear laughter and screams from the inside. She slowly wiped her tears away, trying not to destroy the remains of her makeup. It must have been destroyed, as she felt her cheeks burning from crying. She took a deep sigh and knocked a couple of times. After what it felt like eternity, Henry opened the door.

“Naomi! You made it!” He looked her up and down “You look absolutely amazing! What a sexy dress. It’s more of a sweatpants party, but no worries. You will fit just perfectly.” Henry was in a very good mood, which made her smile a little. When he asked her in, he noticed her puffy eyes. Suddenly he got all serious and frowned at her. “Hey, come here.” He wrapped his big arms around her. He started to gently stroke her back with his left hand, and with the right one, he moved her hair to the side and placed the palm of his hand on the nape of her neck, pushing her even closer towards himself. When he felt that she started sobbing into his chest, he rested his chin on her head. “Do you want to talk?’ He asked gently.

“Not now.” was all she was able to say.

“Henners it’s your turn! What the fuck are you doing with the pizza deliv…” One of Henry’s friends ran into the hall, to check what was going on. “Ouch.. it doesn’t look like pizza delivery.. Sorry, sorry. Take your time guys. I’ve seen nothing.” He quickly got back to the living room. “Hey guys it’s not pizza delivery, it’s a lady!”

The comment kind of lifted Naomi’s spirit. She cry-laughed, and stepped backwards, breaking the embrace. “I’m sorry. Thank you.” She extended her hand and touched his arm. “Thank you. I feel much better now. We’ll talk later, ok? I need to relax. And I should change. I feel so overdressed.”

“Of course. I have my ex’s leggings and t- shirts here, if you want you can wear them. How about me preparing a good drink for you and you in the meantime taking a hot shower and changing?”

“Sounds perfect.” She said with a weak voice and gave him a faint smile. She looked defeated. She felt defeated. After a minute Henry brought her a pair of leggings and white tank top. Naomi took her time in the shower, she then fixed her makeup, dressed up and headed to the living room.

“Hello everyone. To those of you I don’t know yet, I’m Naomi” She smiled and waved her hand. She knew some of Henry’s friends, as they have all met a couple of times at the parties.

When the time passed, this small gathering made Naomi feel much better. Some got burnt down with shisha and weed. One of Henry’s mates was taking the piss at Henry being referred to as “daddy” on the Internet. Another one of his friends, excited with this news, went on the literotica website, picked up some spicy story and both guys started to read it aloud pretending it was about Henry. Naomi found it extremally stupid, but couldn’t stop laughing. Henry was just rolling his eyes and smiling, he was obviously embarrassed.

“Alright, enough!” He shouted after a minute and everyone got silent.

“Oh my god, Henry. That was so dominant” Naomi purred in a seductive voice and everyone started to laugh dramatically. Naomi just couldn’t breathe. “I’m so sorry, oh god. This is too good.” She covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry…but I have just found out about that kink I had no idea about!”

At around 2 am, when everyone left, Naomi sat with Henry in the kitchen. She told him about her evening. He didn’t talk much, but was very supportive. He was listening to her carefully. He furrowed his brows and grabbed her hand. “I’m really sorry.” He whispered. They talked about it for another hour, and Naomi finally said: “Alright. I’ve got to go. Not that I need to prepare to work or anything, but still.” She laughed bitterly. In the meantime she ordered the Uber.

“You can stay, you know that.” He was still holding her hand gently brushing the inside of her palm with his thumb. Once she realized that, Naomi quickly withdrew her hand and stood up.

“No, you need to get rest before the big day.” Naomi grabbed her dress and high heels and headed to the main hall. Henry followed her.

Once Naomi went out, Henry stopped her by holding her wrist and said “Girl, don’t worry. You are strong. You’ll survive”. He kissed her on the cheek. “Let me know when you arrive home.”

These two sentences crushed Naomi’s heart. She’s heard it before and she’d never forget it. You are strong. You will survive.

As a child, Naomi’s biggest dream was to become the Principal of the Royal Ballet. At the age of three, she started her first ballet classes. She was a natural, and not long after she was accepted to the national ballet school. She was very talented. This is why she started to work in the Royal Opera House at the age of 12.

One summer Naomi had an accident. She fell down from a tree and crushed her ribs and knee. She also suffered a spinal injury. She had to have an operation. She had to spend two months in the hospital.

In the last week of Naomi’s hospital stay, her beloved teacher – Mrs Selena Kurylenko visited her. When Naomi’s mentor entered the room, she quickly exclaimed: “I just cannot wait to get back to school and on stage!”.

Selena Kurylenko sat on the small chair next to the bed. “Naomi. What are you talking about, my silly girl? You are not going back to school, child. After this accident, you will never dance again as a ballet dancer. I only came to bring your stuff and say goodbye.” She said with her thick, Russian accent. Mrs Kurylenko put a small bag on the counter next to the bed. “Your pointe shoes. Keep it as a souvenir.”

Even as a grownup Naomi still perfectly remembered the chills running down her spine on that very moment. The chills that felt like needles. She still remembered Mrs Kurylenko’s last words: “It’s a shame your mother didn’t tell you that you won’t go back to school. She is a weak woman. Unlike you, Naomi. You are strong. You always have been, and you always will be. You will survive”.

You will survive. Naomi just nodded, said goodbye to Henry and quickly sat inside the car, which had arrived. The driver asked for the place of destination, but she did not hear him. She hid her face in her palms, and couldn’t help crying. She was so fed up with everyone expecting her to be the strong one.

Suddenly she heard someone knocking on the window, which was followed by opening the car door. She quickly wiped her tears and looked at Henry leaning his shoulder on the opened door.

“I’m sorry, I just needed a moment for myself.” She said to both Henry and the driver.

“Naomi, get your ass out of the car.” Henry turned to the driver “I am very sorry for that situation. Here’s for the drive.” He gave the driver some money. “My friend is a little burned down and it’s better she stayed here. Thank you very much for your service.” Henry extended his hand to help Naomi out of the car. “Come on, get out.”

Reluctantly she went out of the car. The driver was a bit puzzled, but quickly disappeared, probably thinking that the party must have been pretty rough.

Henry raised his eyebrow at her and wrapped his arm around her “Come”.

“Noo.. I’m going home.” Naomi said with a small smile and tried to get out of his embrace. It was more of a tease than a real need to break the embrace of course.

He didn’t let her go and tightened his embrace. He also leaned forward and whispered into her hair: “Don’t push your limit baby girl, daddy will be pissed.” He gave her the strict gaze, but after a split second both of them burst out with laughter.

“This is sooo wrong Henry! So wrong!” She said, shaking her head. She finally got out of his embrace and went inside the house.

They’d been watching the most ridiculous horror movie, and at some point Naomi dozed off on the armchair she was sitting at. She woke up at around 4 am, and with sleepy eyes she looked at Henry, who was lying on his side on the sofa. He must have fallen asleep too. She slowly and silently knelt on the floor in front him and studied his face for a moment. He wasn’t her type, but sure thing he was an extremely attractive man. Naomi smiled at the sight of his curls getting into his eyes. She gently moved a strand of his hair to the side. “Are you sleeping..?” She half whispered. He didn’t react. “Hm.. maybe that’s true what you’ve said in the morning. Maybe I am falling for you after all. Too bad it would never work out though.” She stood up, and covered him with the blanket hanging on the sideboard of the sofa. Afterwards, she called the Uber, and once it arrived, she went home.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #slow burn #henry cavill x other female character

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juju-on-that-yeet · 5 years ago

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There Are Worse Things I Could Do, Chapter 9/10

Summary: Dark comes to collect Yancy from jail and let him know of his punishment. Yancy is equal parts scared of Dark and eager to finally, finally go home. Warnings: None Characters: Yancy, Darkiplier

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It’s late the next morning when Yancy senses that something’s off.

For one thing, the lights start to flicker slightly. For another, the security cameras in the corners of the walls spark and die. Most tellingly, though, a tendril of inky smoke winds down the hallway, slips between the bars of Yancy’s cell, and coils around his arm.

“Dark,” he gasps.

Sure enough, a moment later, the man himself appears before Yancy, hands clasped behind his back, sharp gaze staring Yancy down through his cell.

He does not look happy.

“C’mon, say something! Make it good, you haven’t seen him in days! Some sort of justification, or apology, or anything, just don’t leave him hanging!”

“U-Um,” Yancy stammers, “Uh…good morning, sir?”

“Really?”

“Don’t be like that! I’ve been through a lot lately, what did you expect me to say??”

The cell door slams open with a metallic screech as Dark’s aura tears it open. Yancy yelps at the volume, but Dark doesn’t react. He only jerks his head towards the station’s exit.

“Come.” His voice is deep, echoing, colder than ice. His form shivers with suppressed rage.

Yancy scrambles to his feet and scuttles after Dark.

He wonders briefly why Dark isn’t just teleporting them. He broke the cameras, didn’t he? Walking through the station, Yancy sees unconscious officers and sparking computers. The place is utterly silent aside from the electrical pops and Dark and Yancy’s footsteps. Maybe Dark’s making them walk to intimidate Yancy. It’s certainly working: It’s a walk of shame on par with the road to solitary Yancy remembers from Happy Trails. It’s a similar dread, a similar fear of saying the wrong thing or making the wrong move. He’s still reeling from the night before, still exhausted yet too hyped up to think about sleep.

And he suspects his very long day is far from over.

This is confirmed when Dark opens the door to exit the station, and instead of seeing the street outside, the open door leads to nothing but blackness, thick like a wall.

Oh, fuck.

Yancy has no choice but to follow Dark into the void, head down, trudging sadly, nervously.

They don’t walk very long, but it’s long enough for Yancy to get uncomfortable in the darkness. His own footsteps don’t make any noise, but he can hear whispers around him, unintelligible and barely there. He knows he’s sweating, skin chilled. He strains to see Dark ahead of him in the blackness. When he hazards a glance over his shoulder, he can’t see the station’s lobby anymore. He shudders, tries his best to keep his cool, but he’s being reminded more and more of solitary every second: The darkness in that windowless room, the cold permeating every corner, the way sounds echo and just barely filter in from outside, not enough to listen to, but enough to remind Yancy of what’s he’s missing. This place, this void, is far too familiar. Dark’s back ahead of him is too similar to Warden Murderslaughter, he has the same confidence that Yancy will not dawdle or run away. But Murderslaughter at least pretended to care about Yancy most of the time. Dark has no such reservations. Yancy almost whimpers, but keeps himself quiet.

Finally, Dark stops. Yancy stops just after, too focused on Dark and on behaving well to accidentally keep walking (a mistake he’s made before). Dark turns to him and glares down at him. Yancy wonders how he looks to him; red-rimmed and purple-smudged eyes, rumpled and stained clothes that don’t belong to him, a bandaged gash up his arm, shaking with fear and hurt. It’s not enough to move Dark, though; his gaze is still sharp, still cold, unyielding and unwavering.

“Do you understand,” Dark begins slowly, form already cracking with rage, “Exactly how much trouble you’re in?”

“U-um,” Yancy stammers. He knows that what he thinks the answer is doesn’t matter; it’s only what he’s expected to say. “No, s-sir.”

“I thought not.” Dark steps forward, closer. Yancy resists the urge to step back, away. “You left Ego Inc. without informing anyone, with the intent to stay away forever, or as long as you could manage.” His form snaps. “You got yourself arrested, put into the system, putting every single one of us at risk. Do you understand why we are meant to live in Ego Inc.? Do you understand what could happen to us, to Mark and his channel, if we were exposed? If your recklessness brought trouble to the rest of us?” There’s three Darks now, transparent technicolor shadows of himself on either side.

“Y-Yes, sir,” Yancy whispers, unable to be louder.

“You understand, I’m sure, that you have to be punished,” Dark continues. He’s never reminded Yancy so much of Warden Murderslaughter before.

“Yes, sir,” Yancy mumbles, trying to meet Dark’s eyes but finding it very difficult. They’re flashing pure black every few moments.

A pause. Dark lets Yancy absorb the situation.

“Do you know,” he asks, “How long you’ve been away from Ego Inc.?”

It’s another question that Dark doesn’t expect a good answer from. Yancy tries to give him the correct response.

“A while, sir.” He nervously shifts his feet. “Dunno how long exactly.”

“Eighteen days, Yancy,” Dark growls, shell cracking around him with anger. Yancy winces; he must’ve responded wrong, and now he’ll pay for it. “Eighteen days, you’ve had us running ragged through the city searching for you. At any time you could have and should have returned, but you did not. You actively evaded us, didn’t you? We would have found you otherwise.”

“I did, sir,” Yancy admits, bowing his head.

“I’ve not had to punish an ego for running away in a very long time,” Dark muses, “The others, old and new, know better than to break the rule of living in Ego Inc. If I had my way, your punishment would suit that crime.”

Yancy shivers, forces himself to look at Dark again. The talk of punishing Yancy has calmed Dark’s aura, and his form does not waver when he next speaks.

“You vanished for eighteen days, and my plan, my desire was to keep you here in the void for eighteen days as well.”

Yancy’s eyes go huge. His breath catches in his throat. Only for the gravest offenses would he be thrown in solitary for longer than two weeks, and even that was horrible enough. Two weeks in a small room with no windows was a horrible but effective way to go mad, and the place Yancy’s in now, this awful dark void, seems much the same. Hell, maybe it’s worse. At least solitary had a wall to count cracks in, at least solitary didn’t have demonic whispers filtering in from everywhere. And after so long of being away from Ego Inc., being away from his friends, being away from Lio, as sad as the thought of him makes him, to finding out that instead of going home, he’s only halfway done with his separation?

This is hell. This is hell.

“Please,” Yancy gasps. He falls to his knees, groveling. “Please, please, don’t keep me here, d-don’t lock me away, I’ll do b-better, I w-won’t mess up again, I p-promise, I promise, please d-don’t keep me here, please, p-please–!”

But Dark is not Warden Murderslaughter. Even from the ground, Yancy can hear Dark’s snarl, vastly different from the smug, approving hum Murderslaughter would be making at Yancy’s display.

“Get up,” Dark growls, form snapping in pieces and recombining. “You’re making a fool of yourself.”

Yancy scrambles to his feet. His vision is blurry with tears, but he doesn’t dare wipe them away.

“As I said, my desire was to keep you here for eighteen days,” Dark sighs, “But that is not what I’ll be doing.” His lip curls as he looks at Yancy. “You are very fortunate that you are so close to Yandere. He implored for me to change your punishment on your behalf, so I have come up with something different.” His aura calms. “The Googles are in the process of designing a tracking chip, able to transmit a single out to a thirty-mile radius. While the chip is being developed, you are forbidden from leaving the building for any reason, no matter who offers to accompany you. When it’s finished, it will be implanted into your arm. Google, and by extension I, will always know where you are. If you attempt to run again, we will know.” Dark leans toward Yancy, composed but stony, quietly angry. “Make no mistake, you will not get away so easily next time. The only reason you are not staying in the void is because of Yandere. I can promise you that if this happens again, nothing he says will stop me from punishing you far, far worse than what I originally planned. Understood?”

Yancy is stunned for a moment. A tracker in his skin? Projecting his location at all times? It’s a daunting thought, but…not as daunting as spending two and a half weeks in Dark’s void. After the disastrous time he had, Yancy can’t imagine running again. In a way, it’s a lot like Happy Trails, to have such a restriction on himself. Yancy can’t help but find it a little comforting. All of that aside, it’s not like Dark is giving him a choice in the matter.

“Yes, sir,” Yancy says, voice hardly a breath.

Dark scrutinizes him for a long moment, and then nods, seemingly satisfied.

“Good.” He straightens. “Now, we’re going home. The others are waiting.”

“The others?”

“Yandere must’ve told everyone you called.”

Oh, to see Yandere again, to see Mags, to see Chrome and Bim and Bop and Wilford and even Lio after so long! Yancy’s heart is fit to burst. The tears from his earlier panic have dried, but they’re being replaced anew at the thought of seeing his friends again.

Dark doesn’t give much time to think about it; in only a moment, the pair appear in front of Ego Inc., with no trace of the void around. Yancy jumps at the sudden transportation. Dark, though, is unfazed, and merely opens the doors and walks inside. Before following, Yancy can’t help but look back, back at the streets he lived among for the past eighteen days. He won’t miss them much.

Most of the egos are gathered in the lobby. The moment Dark enters, a voice speaks up.

“Yami, did you find–”

Yandere’s voice cuts off as he spots Yancy, and Yancy looks back at him, back at everyone there. It’s obvious they’ve all been worried, all been searching, and they’re all wearing expressions of shock quickly warming into joy.

Magnum is the first to act. He approaches Yancy as fast as his giant wood legs will let him, laughing heartily. He scoops Yancy up in a huge, warm hug, squeezing a burst of laughter from Yancy’s chest.

“Yancy, I missed ye!” Magnum explains, “We all did, of course, but I sure was hurtin’ without ya, lad.”

“I missed youse, too, ya big lug,” Yancy replies, unable to help smiling, teary-eyed.

That seems to break the spell the others are under, and they gather around Yancy as Magnum puts him down. Yandere pushes up close, so happy to see him he almost picks him up, too. The others surround him as close as they’re able, full of questions, full of concern, yet full of exuberant joy. Yancy can hardly keep up with them all. Dark remains apart, watching from the door, but Yancy barely registers. He does, however, notice one other conspicuous absence. He looks up, over the shoulders of everyone around him, and sees Lio hanging back, leaning against the wall, deliberately casual in a way that betrays how un-casual he feels. Lio feels Yancy’s gaze on him, and lifts his head to look at him.

And oh, Yancy had hoped that Lio wouldn’t look so good when he came back, that his memory had inflated Lio’s importance, that he wouldn’t look the same in the flesh. But he’s still so beautiful, even with uneven stubble that used to be cleanshaven, even with tired, red-rimmed eyes that used to be clear. But they’re still so bright, still that same brown like dark leather, and his pretty face breaks into a smile like he’s been blind his whole life before now, and Yancy is the sun, so perfect and incredible that Lio might cry at the sight. Lio doesn’t approach, seems too nervous to, but he mouths something to Yancy from across the way.

I’m glad you’re back.

Yancy feels the tears in his eyes start to spill over. After everything, he still isn’t ready for Lio to see him cry. So he buries his face in Yandere’s shoulder to hide his tears from the man he still loves.

#yancy #markiplier fanfiction #darkiplier #markiplier #fanfic #my writing #kristin says stuff #worse things #;;;w;;;

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let-me-love-you-loki · 5 years ago

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Welcome to Oblivion--Ch. 8

Chapter 8

“Hey, baby girl,” Roman said as he dropped into the seat beside me in the cafeteria. He had a tray laden with food. There was so much that I couldn’t fathom how he was going to be able to eat it all.

A tingle ran through my limbs when he called me that. “Hey, Ro,” I replied, trying not to blush.

“Look at you,” came a lilting Scottish tone from my left. Drew appeared in my peripheral vision and took up the chair across the table from me. He directed his words to Roman. “All that on your plate and not a thing for Addy. You should be ashamed.”

I rolled my eyes, grinning. “I’m a big girl, Drew. I can get my own food. And for your information, I’ve already eaten.”

Black brows lifted over bright blue eyes. “Oh really?”

“Really,” I snarked. “I snuck three of Sonya’s donuts into my first class.”

Drew looked down at his watch, pointedly glancing back up at me. “That was five hours ago.”

Roman chuckled and pushed his tray so that we could both eat from it. “Don’t fight him, Addy. Just eat.”

Huffing, I grabbed a fork and dug into the food Roman offered. I wouldn’t admit how hungry I was or how absolutely broke I was. If it wasn’t for Sonya and her mysterious donuts, I probably would have gone most of the day without anything. Even though I had a meal plan, it was the end of the week, and my meals didn’t roll over until Monday morning. I was still trying to figure out how I was going to make two meals last over the weekend.

I let my head fall against Roman’s shoulder and tried to hold back the tears that were burning in the back of my eyes. Breaking down in the middle of the cafeteria was something I really wanted to avoid.

As if he could sense my discomfort, Roman reached down for my hand. Our fingers threaded together as he pulled me close enough for his lips to brush my ear. “What’s wrong?”

I blinked back the tears, doing my best to keep myself together. “Nothing,” I whispered, my voice cracking on the word. It was no good. I couldn’t lie to Roman.

To his credit, Roman didn’t pry right there. Drew didn’t say anything either, but I could tell he’d overheard. Shame rushed through me. I sighed and hid my face.

“Hey,” Roman’s voice lifted and fell. A moment later, he pulled me to my feet. Drew had somehow packed up the food that had been piled on the tray. Roman grabbed up the trays and his bag, then reached for my hand. “Come on.”

We walked in silence. Roman swept past the cashier girl with a wink and a grin… some privilege of football stars that meant they didn’t pay to take food from the cafeteria. As soon as the glass door shut behind us, Roman pulled me around the corner into one of the study rooms. He guided me onto a padded ottoman and squatted in front of me.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” The way he said it just then, it was a soothing endearment. One that promised that there was more to this than the electric spark between us. His palms settled on my knees, almost as if the touch was keeping me anchored to the present.

I meant to just tell him I was stressed out. That my classes were getting harder and it was taking some time to adjust. But what I said instead was far more personal. It was the pure and simple truth.

The tears came harder with every word. I was homesick. Alone. So tired that I was barely sleeping. I was either eating too much or not at all, leaving me going days without something real to eat once I ran through my meal limit for the week on my plan. More than anything, I was lost. My life had been about cheer and competition. Everyone said my college career would be the same. But it wasn’t. I busted my knee and the whole world changed. I lost my friends, my future, and everything I thought I knew about myself.

I didn’t know who I was anymore.

Roman didn’t say anything at first. He just took my hands in his and squeezed my fingers while he let me cry. I was so embarrassed, so thoroughly ashamed of what I was feeling and what I’d said. If there had been a chance of something happening between Roman and me, I’d just gone and blown it.

“It’s okay,” he said at last. His thumbs gently wiped the tears from beneath my eyes, fingers tucked my hair back behind my ears. I sniffled, and he dug a napkin out of his bag. “It’s okay, baby girl.”

“Don’t call me that. Not if you don’t mean it.”

“Hey,” Roman cooed, tilting my face so that I looked at him. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. You…” He stopped and looked away. I could have sworn that there was pain in his eyes.

“What, Ro? Just get it out.” I sniffled hard, gripping the ottoman until I thought my nails were going to break.

Instead of answering, he stood up, pulling me up with him. He tugged me against his warm, solid chest. I felt his breath rustle my hair as he cradled me against him, one hand on my head, the other on the base of my spine. The warmth of his body swept into me, working its way down to my bones.

He pressed a lingering kiss on my forehead. “Addy… I don’t know if you… when I think about you…” His hold on me tightened. “You’re easy to fall in love with. No matter how hard I try… I can’t stop how I feel about you. All the time.”

His words burst into my brain like a firebomb. It took a long moment for me to realize what he’d said. I closed my eyes, trying to grasp onto this moment, to remember how I felt when he told me he was falling in love with me. That’s what he said, wasn’t it?

“Roman…”

He shushed me softly. “You don’t have to say anything. And you don’t have to feel the same way. If all you want from me is to be friends, I’ll be the best goddamn friend I can be.”

“Roman,” I said again, more firmly this time. “Stop talking.”

His black eyes went wide as I grinned up at him. My heart wanted to burst out of my chest as I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. My fingers dug into the knot of his hair, pulling free the band and letting it fall free. I curled my fingers in it as I kissed him with every ounce of feeling I had in me.

Roman growled low in his throat as he clutched me tighter. He lifted me off my feet as he smiled into the kiss. The growl turned to chuckle as he pulled away.

“So… does that mean you like me?” The smile on his face was enough to brighten the darkest of days.

“Yes,” I replied, grinning right back. “It means I like you. A lot.”

For a moment, I thought he was going to start swinging me in a circle. Instead he gently sat me on my feet without letting go of me. He dropped another kiss on my forehead before he released his hold.

“Good,” Roman purred. He was quiet for a few seconds before his face turned serious. “Is there anything I can do?”

There was no hesitation when I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my cheek against his chest. He enveloped me in his arms, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with the scent of his cologne and his laundry soap. His hold was warm and soothing. Steady.

“Call me that again,” I murmured against his sweatshirt.

I felt the rumble in his chest and smiled. He leaned down and settled his lips near my ear. “Anytime, baby girl.”

***

“Hey, Addy!” I looked up to see Ember poking her head around our shared bathroom door, a grin on her face. I couldn’t help it. I jumped.

“Jesus, Ember. Scare the shit out of me, why don’t you.” I laughed anyway.

“Sorry,” she replied, slipping into the room. “There’s a cookout in the quad. Dana and I wanted you to come with us.”

I glanced over at the pile of books that I had to read. At the notes that were waiting for me to study. It was Saturday afternoon and summer would be fading fast in the mountains. After the week I’d had, it was time to take a break. Plus, it was free food.

“Sure,” I quipped brightly. “Give me a few minutes to get ready.”

Ember bopped her way out of the room, promising to come check on me if I wasn’t out on the quad in five minutes. Rolling my eyes, I pushed away from my desk and dug into my closet to find something. I finally settled on a pair of khaki shorts and a blue tunic top with some flip flops.

After sweeping my hair up into a messy ponytail, I grabbed my room key and headed out. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I could hear the music. Apparently, there was a DJ in addition to the food. People milled around in the lobby of the dorm, but it looked like most of the party was taking place outside. Sonya was sitting on top of a table with a pretty strawberry brunette next to her. I recognized the hair.

We’d finally gotten over that fight we’d had the day Roman came over to pick me up for the first lab. Even when we hadn’t been on the best terms, she still didn’t mind me swiping donuts.

“Hey,” I called, tucking my keys into my pocket.

Sonya looked up; a donut caught between her teeth. “Hey, Aththy. Isss ish Ey’on.”

I felt my brows lift in question. The girl smiled, rolling her eyes. “Peyton Royce,” she said with a beautiful Australian accent. She had big brown eyes and a winning smile. “I’m her girlfriend.”

I glanced over at Sonya and whispered, “Sparkly shorts?”

My roommate winked and gave me a thumbs up. I giggled. “Are you a pirate pom?”

Peyton nodded, her ponytail bouncing. “Yeah. I’ve heard about you. You’re Lynwood High Addison Holloway. You’re amazing.”

I felt the blush. “Just Addy. And I was okay. Until I blew my ACL.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ve seen your stuff. Sonya made me watch a bunch of it. At nationals two years ago, oh my gosh… is it true that you choreographed that?”

My face burned with embarrassment. Sonya just grinned indulgently as she munched on her donut. “Yeah, I did.”

Peyton let out a squeal that could burst eardrums. “You have to come to a practice. You must meet our coach. We just lost our choreographer, and with football season starting soon, we can’t afford to be without one. I’ll text you the schedule!”

Sonya took Peyton by the hand and pulled her back, as if she was trying to get a handle on her.

“Addy!” I turned at the sound of my name—just in time to get swept up in a tangle of arms. It took a moment to realize that it was Ember and Dana. “I can’t believe you actually came to the party.”

I made a face at Ember. “Geeze, what the hell, Ember? I know how to have fun!”

Dana grinned. “What’s this I hear about you being able to dance?”

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ghouls-dream · 5 years ago

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Could I please get something nsfw with dew and a dom s/o?

Hello, lovely! Thank you so much for the request! I really had fun writing this so uhhh, I hope you enjoy it!

"Congratulations!"

Dew x Reader SMUT! (WARNING: reader(dom), very NSFW, +18)

"Oh my fucking Lord! I got it!" I shouted as loud as I could, opening the door of my chambers. I knew that Dewdrop was in there - he warned me that he'll come in my room to get a rest before tonight's ritual and I was completely fine with that. But this! I couldn't contain my happiness - I had finally gotten my letter of approval from Sister Imperator. That meant that I was officially a part of the Sisters of Sin now... And that's all I ever wanted since the day I signed in for the "Nun school" in the Church. All the years of studies and punishments, the hard times and worthy troubles were finally paying off and I couldn't be happier.

Once I got inside my room I looked at the fire ghoul who was laying on my bed with his head burried in my pillow. He just raised his hand, doing a "thumbs up" sign as he growled. I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind me and quickly jumped in the bed with him. "Come on, aren't you happy? Your ghoulfriend (haha get it,im so sorry) is officially a Sister of sin!" I squeeled, kissing him all over his head and horns. Dewdrop let a small chuckle, before turning to face me and mumbled tiredly - "Of course I'm happy! You can't believe how happy I am that you're gonna be a part of the rituals in which the whole Church will see you naked. Excuse me for not jumping around, I'm saving it for later tonight". Even when he was drained he was a sarcastic little asshole. I know that deep down inside, he really was glad that I'm fulfilling my dream, but he wouldn't show it now. He had to bitch about it first.

I smirked at him, coming closer to his lips and whispered - "My, my is my little boyfriend a bit jealous?". After those words I gave him a gentle, teasing kiss before going on top of him. Dew's hands instinctivly got a hold of my waist before breaking the kiss roughly and saying "Wouldn't you be? If I went on stage, took off all my clothes and chanted latin prayers while some girls were "blessing" my body with red wax?!". I loved it how angry I could make him. In fact that was my specialty, something like a trade mark. While he was getting even more furious about it I bit my lips, looking at him seductivly before starting to slowly rub myself into him. Dew obviously felt that because he raised his eyebrow. After that he let out a small sigh, stating with a note of fake annoyance "Sex is not gonna change my mind. Also - who the hell told you you could be on top?". After those words I felt his grip getting tighter and my back suddenly hit the soft mattress. Dew then crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me agressively, as I lifted up my torso, desperately looking for any kind of friction between us. His long tongue was fighting with mine as always, but this time I was a hundred percent sure I wouldn't let him lead the parade... It was my "winning" day and nothing could ruin that.

I pulled the collar of his shirt, before breaking the kiss. We were both panting, because of both arousal and desperate need for air. I looked into his devilish eyes, filled with lust and whispered "You're not gonna get it your way this time". With that being said I made my way out of his grip. I could tell he was caught off guard by the look on his face, as I was once again on top of him. This time, I was feeling a growing buldge beneath me, which could only make me happier. I started kissing his neck, gently bitting it, listening to the sweet groans coming out of his mouth as I did so. My right hand travelled down his black boxers as my fingers wrapped around the ghoul's member. I smirked before bitting his lower lip and started moving my hand in slow motions. I could almost few how Dew was melting underneath me and honestly I couldn't believe it - he was for once okay with me being on top. "Fuck, Y/N do it faster..." he growled into my ear as I chuckled. I knew that this was driving him crazy, but little did he know - I was just starting... "Take off your shirt" I ordered him seductivly as I watched him strip. He then tried to kiss me, but I pulled back, still gripping his throbbing member and whispered "You'll see how fun it is to be submissive to me... Even for once. Besides, you'll need some rest for tonight. Let me take care of that". Dew then bit his lower lip, looking at me kissing my way down to the tip of his manhood. His eyes were begging me to do something, not just look.

And so I decided to give him what he wanted. At least for now. My tongue started dancing around his tip as I finally recieved the long waited moan. Dew tilted his head backwards as I heard him groan "Y/N take it...". "Excuse me? Are you bossing me around? Why don't you behave for once in your life?" I asked him strictly, before leaving teasing kisses around the lenght of his manhood. Another moan. His member was pulsating under my grip as I smirked. Every single motion and gesture in Dew's body was begging me to give him what he wanted - his clenced fists, his well shown neck veins... He was trying his best to fight the urge to fuck me and I knew it. That was making me even more wet than I was now, because I wanted him too. A little foreplay never killed nobody, right? "Say it, baby" I whispered again, placing another faint kiss on the tip of the head. Dew's eyes went shut as he almost cried out "P-Please... Please take it all!". And that's all I needed to hear - another small victory for me today. My lips wrapped around his member tightly, as my tongue began to swirl around his tip.

Soon after his groans became louder which meant that he was close, but not close enough to finish him off so I decided to bop my head up and down his lenght. His right hand instinctivly found its way to my hair as he gripped it and forced me to take all of him. I tried to pull away, but no matter Dew's small size, he was strong for two people. I struggled at first but after the first few tries i was able to have it all. Tears started forming in my eyes as I finally pulled away and looked at him in anticipation. I couldn't take it anymore, I was so aroused and my mind couldn't think right anymore. All i wanted was to get on top of him and finish us both off. But I wasn't ready playing yet... "Tell me what you want... Say it!" I ordered, clenching my jaw as I sat on top of Dew, taking off my underweak and kissing him roughly. His right hand went around my throat and squeezed it gently as he hissed against my lips "Make me come... Make us both come... Please".

That's all I needed. At this point we were a mess of body fluids, hormones and pure sexual rage. I smirked at him and quickly positioned myself onto him, feeling how his member penetrated me. I let out a loud moan, before kissing him and putting my own hand around his throat. My body started moving by itself with a little help from Dew. "Fuck, Dewdrop..." I cried out gripping his hand around my throat as he buckled up his hips against mine. The speed we were both moving as high enough to make the bed jump. "Y/N.. I can't anymore..." he growled before pulling my head to him as I panted, feeling the knot in my stomach... I looked at him, doing a few more moves before moaning loudly "Now! Dew now, now!"

And that was the end... The end of both of us. As soon as we felt the incredible, powerful release our bodies lost their ability to move. Deep, fast breathes were the only things left from us... It felt like time just froze for a few seconds before everything turning back to normal and both of us coming into our senses. My forehead was still leaned against Dew's one as I felt the sudden urge to giggle and so I did. After me he did that as well, saying "Really... Congratulations for your acceptance, babe. I'm happy for you I swear..." I looked at the fire ghoul, holding onto his horns gently and chuckled, whispering back "So that's what it took in order for you to congratulate me - a fuck session and endorphine. I'll be ready for the next time". After those words, Dew's laugh filled the room, bitting my nose playfully as his hands pulled me into him, hugging me tightly.

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lonelypond · 5 years ago

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Moonlight Becomes You: Apocalypse Midnight Dance Party, Ch. 10

Love Live/Love Live Sunshine, NozoEli, NicoMaki, KanaMari, 2.2K, 10/?

Summary: Eli finally gets a minute to talk to a cute girl. And Kanan finds her dinner interupted.

Nozomi In The House

The silence was too uncomfortable for Eli, the driver wasn’t going to talk, and Nozomi had almost started to say something several times, but instead pursed her lips and went back to staring out the window. IT WAS GOING TO DRIVE ELI MAD. But she didn’t want to talk about the crying or Nico or…

Ah, they did have two more people in common now. “How did you meet Kanan and Mari? Did one of them wander into your shop?”

Nozomi snorted and tapped the window of the luxury sedan, “I don’t think Mari’s ever set foot in that neighborhood. The property values are too low.”

Eli didn’t know how to process that response and just sighed, feeling her shoulders sag.

“I’m sorry, Eli. That was a serious question and I didn’t give you a serious answer.” Nozomi turned away from the window, her smile gentle, “That friend Kanan mentioned, Yoshiko…”

Eli nodded, now wary, but Nozomi continued brightly, “is married to my dear friend Hanamaru who owns a lovely little quirky bookstore on a very ritzy street it really has no business being on. But there it remains.” Nozomi chuckled, “Everything Yoshiko touches is a little like that. Very thoroughly unapologetic of itself and slightly out of place.”

Eli relaxed when she realized Nozomi wasn’t going to push Kanan’s ‘meet my friend’ suggestion on her. “That sounds refreshing. Almost everyone I meet is trying to fit in a particular slot somewhere for some role. I imagine there’s charm in a place unique like that.”

Nozomi’s eyebrows shot up in amusement, “I find it comforting myself. I’ve been having tea there a lot recently, while I was wondering if my phone still worked.”

“Huh?” Eli’s face wrinkled in confusion, “Is it a repair shop?”

“I was waiting for someone to text me.” Nozomi nudged Eli’s knee, noticing how Eli scooted away.

“Who?” It was a mumble, a completely lacking in confidence mumble, completely incapable of selling the suggestion that Eli didn’t know EXACTLY what Nozomi was talking about.

Nozomi just stared until Eli finished glancing everywhere but at her. Nozomi could see guilt wash through blue eyes as Eli acknowledged her lack of outreach, “Oh. Me.” Eli bopped her head, “Sorry. It’s been so many long days. And I just…” Eli had no words for what was happening. Or what she was feeling. Or how desperately she wanted to just be home on her couch, safe, not haunted with worries of the nights she couldn’t remember.

As Eli held her gaze, Nozomi decided it didn’t matter that Eli hadn’t texted her. What did matter was that some of the sadness that weighted Eli’s expression was lifted and that Nozomi found out if there was anything she could do.

“Eli?”

“Yes?” Eli was blinking, trying not to cry, with nowhere to go until the car stopped.

Nozomi just rushed right in, her hand nearly touching Eli’s. “Are you sick? Can I help? Did you get hurt at rehearsal?”

Eli stiffened, her shoulders raising, her chest closing, suddenly crunching in on herself, “No. Rehearsals are fine...dancing is…” A turn to the window, pulling her hand back, leaning into her elbow, eyes on the passing view, “dancing is the only thing that’s really working about me now.”

Eli was talking, reluctantly, but talking. Nozomi decided to press, “What isn’t working? Nico? I know you said you had roommate trouble.”

Eli’s voice sounded thick, “I’m the roommate trouble.”

Nozomi sat still as the car headed toward Silver Lakes and Eli continud, “Nico’s pretty amazing. I wouldn’t be in LA without her, she just...gets me.” Eli smiled wistfully, and Nozomi was suddenly caught by this breathing, touchable portrait of noble sadness, “People don’t do friends enough anymore. There’s something solid about Nico. We were never going to date, but...:” Eli looked straight at Nozomi, “we just get along, you know, really well. It’s fun.”

Nozomi nodded, glad that Eli trusted her enough to talk about some of the details of her life with Nico.

“And now there’s this DJ,” Eli frowned, “And I think Nico really likes her but I don’t and I don’t because I don’t know how it’ll change everything. And right now…” Nozomi could see tears as Eli tilted her head back to rest on the seat, “everything’s just too extra crazy…” Eli’s voice was the thinnest of whispers, ‘because I’m changing. Maybe I should leave...maybe that’d be better.”

“Where would you go?” Nozomi wondered. She knew so little about Eli.

��Home?”

Nozomi wasn’t sure if the question in Eli’s voice meant the home she’d grown up in or one she hadn’t found yet. Or maybe that was Nozomi’s own struggle shadowing the conversation. LA had been a good pause for a traveller, but Nozomi wasn’t certain that there was anywhere she could put roots down.

Nozomi could only offer a cryptic response. She had spent too much time changing places to really believe she might be happy in a more settled existence. “Home is such an individual craving.”

“Craving…” Eli chuckled, “Maybe it’s worse because I’ve been reminded of my grandmother recently. Russian spices in the house again. Nico hates it.” Eli hesitated, then continued, her voice gaining strength, her eyes clearing, “Grandmother would be proud I’m working on a solo show; she was the prima ballerina in her company. So much grace, you even can see it in the lines when she posed for still shots. Every gesture is another key to understanding emotion.” Eli fluttered her hand, sweeping it through the space in front of them, “I aspire to that level of mastery.”

“I’d love to see the photos sometime.” Nozomi wondered if child Eli was in some of them and if her eyes would be as shadowed.

“Sure. When we get to the apartment. Nico’s probably in the middle of cooking six things although she’ll claim she just wants salad. When she stress cooks and makes a curry casserole it’s a bit of fusion heaven.”

“I will take you up on that.”

Eli turned to Nozomi, mischief bright, “It’s a date then. Nico will be so annoyed when I have one and she doesn’t.”

“Are you going for friend or prankster?” Nozomi couldn’t help laughing as Eli bounced slightly in her seat.

“Both.” Eli leaned forward, amusement now the mood in the car, “Retaliating brings Nico unhealthy amounts of joy.”

This was obviously a friendship with its own rules. Good for Eli. Nozomi looked forward to the sparring match she was being invited to.

###

“So Yoshiko just dropped this poor girl from the sky? On her parents?” Mari left out the names. As much as she enjoyed harassing Maki Nishikino, Mari also understood fame and fortune attracted too many random ears.

Kanan tapped her water glass with her knife, “Well, in the pool. They were alone in a cabana, You and I were having a quick meeting at the front of the pool. And then everybody jumped in, one after the other…”

Mari giggled, playing with her champagne flute, “Nico looked like an undersized chihuahua rescued from a flood when she came back to our place.”

“It was worse for You. She was wearing that raggedy old pair of shorts she keeps for laundry and PMS days and drip dried in the ambulance.”

Mari froze, “You sent You to save the timeline in those awful shorts.”

Kanan shrugged, “She’ll be fine.”

“How hot is the time traveller?” Mari had switched to hotel magnate meeting planning mode, her voice crisp and resonant.

Kanan glanced around the room, as Mari’s voice was now carrying, a concern considering the publicness of their location and the topic, but everyone else was focused on their own meals and conversations. Eavesdroppers would probably just guess that they were talking about a movie, anyway. This was LA, after all.

“Kanan? Answer my question.” Mari prompted.

Kanan shrugged, “She was reasonably pretty, I guess. Very sharp clothes, looked like stuff you might wear so probably designer.”

“OH MY GOD!” Mari got to her feet, shoving the table at Kanan, who caught it before it bounced off her abs while glaring at her drama queen of a wife.

“Sit down, Mari.”

“No, we are going to bring that poor girl some decent clothes. Are they still at the hospital?”

“Maki took them home.” Kanan sat down, continuing to cut her farmed artic char into chunks

Mari clucked her tongue and shook her head at her wife, “Cazzatta! Such a bad friend. We are going to go get You some very expensive designer cute things to make up for it.”

“Mari, we can’t just invade Maki’s home and can’t we just pick up something from You’s apartment.”

Mari, having finished flailing her hands around like weapons, tapped Kanan on her shoulder, “1. Watch me and 2. No. Banzai!”

“Maaaaaari.” But by the time Kanan had finished her desperate plea, Mari had blown a kiss at the maitre d’ in lieu of paying the check and made it nearly to the parking lot.

###

Nico always missed her siblings, but on days when she got into stress cooking mode, it had always been nice to have growing teenagers to feed. Now, there was just Nico, two casseroles, one pan of brownies, one loaf of apricot quick bread, biscuit mix rising for breakfast, and a three layer chocolate cake waiting to be iced with the orange buttercream Nico was whipping into celestial smoothness with pure muscle. Maybe she should call Maki and take over some food. Nico glanced outside, nearly dark already, surely Eli was still okay, but it would be reassuring to actually see her here, blonde hair intact in a ponytail not breaking out into full body fluffiness.

A key at the door. “This is such a nice little place, Eli. In a quiet neighborhood it looks like.”

Nico froze at the not Eli voice.

Eli sounded in a good mood. “And you can sit outside at the back. We’ve got some plants out there. It’s a great place to stretch. Or read. Nico always takes her scripts out there, with a hat and sunscreen, of course,”

Eli and Nozomi stepped inside, Eli closing the door behind her. She looked quickly to Nico to read her best friend’s reaction to inviting someone else into their space. Nico put on her best smile, “Nico’s complexion secrets are so good they make K-pop stars jealous. You’re just in time, Nico was about to call a delivery driver to overnight some food to her teenage brother.”

Nozomi approached the bar where the food overflow had reached, taking in the details of the kitchen and front room, “This smells delicious, Nico. Eli was telling me how good your cooking was on the way here so thank you for inviting me to share. I’m glad we decided not to stop and pick up takeout.”

“Nico is too; food shouldn't be wasted...your choices are Eli’s favorite Nico’s secret recipe sausage and 3 bean curry casserole or a more traditional baked pasta, but with Nico’s mama’s special flair.”

“Ingredients also secret?” Nozomi inquired.

“Of course, Nico never breaks a confidence.” Nico’s eyes went to Eli, whose blue eyes dimmed with recent memories. “Hey, Eli, how’s your headache? Feel like eating?” Nico pulled plates out of the cabinet, handing one to Nozomi, while they both watched Eli warily.

Eli rubbed the back of her neck, “I think it’s going to be okay, Nico. I just need a good night’s sleep.”

“We all do.” Nico sighed.

Nozomi was piling pasta and creamy, stringy cheese on her plate, green eyes gleaming, “So want to watch a movie and do your podcast? Isn’t this when you usually record? I’m fascinated by how unrehearsed your conversations seem.” Nozomi then curled up in the comfy chair, her half smile promising mischief and her eyes catching every twitch of her audience.

Nico and Eli both gaped at their guest. With Eli’s wolf side making its surprise appearance last night, they’d completely forgotten their Sunday routine.

“Hell.” Nico muttered.

Eli started spooning casserole onto her plate. “Can’t disappoint our fans, Nico.”

“Nico never disappoints anyone.” Nico huffed, starting to ice the cake to cover her disgruntlement, “Guess it’s your week to pick the movie.”

“Ooohh,” Nozomi bounced, quickly swallowing her mouthful of pasta, “Let me, let me.”

Eli watched Nico’s eyebrow twitch like a sound level meter at a rock concert and bit back a laugh. Yesterday was getting further away with every minute of silliness.

“Romance or Comedy?” Nozomi trilled.

“Murder.” Nico hissed.

“What did you say, Nico, I didn’t quite catch that.” Nozomi asked innocently, Eli doubled over with laughter,

“Crime thriller.” Nico’s teeth were clenched.

Eli took her plate the couch. This was going to be even more entertaining than a normal Nico evening.

A/N: Happy Mischief Night. Or Halloween. No tricks, just another chapter.

#Moonlight Becomes You #Apocalypse Midnight Dance #NozoEli #werewolf #Tojo Nozomi #Ayase Eli #KanaMari #Matsuura Kanan #Ohara Mari #NicoMaki #Yazawa Nico #Nishikino Maki #LA #etc

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phaedrecameron · 6 years ago

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House of Fraser, Chpt 14 - The Final Fitting

Dedicated to all the anons & @holdhertightandsayhername who’ve been asking about this story. NSFW!!!

The razor glided just above Claire’s ankle bone. She stopped at her knee and felt the smooth rewards of her efforts. Her damp curls clung to her face and neck like ivy as she inhaled the humid air of her shower. Just on the other side of the bathroom door was Jamie. After his strange tale, ice water seems to invade every portion of her body; from the long bones of her legs to the smallest capillaries of her lungs. She turned the water hotter and breathed deep, waiting for the chill to leech through her skin.

She’d quizzed Jamie on everything he knew of The Woman from Balnain. A woman who touched a standing stone and traveled through time. A woman, who from destiny or choice, lived and loved while displaced from her tether to known existence and experience.

But did she believe it? She was a woman of reason; of science and rational thought. And so was Frank. No, no she didn’t believe it. She would keep her promise to Jamie, she would avoid all the places where superstition thrived, but no, this was not her folklore.

She stepped from the shower. Jamie. The thought of him made her smile as it had from the first. If she had a destiny, it was with him. Warmth burned in her body once more. She quickly toweled off, slipped on her knickers, sleep trousers and his rugby shirt. She reached for the bathroom door and stopped.

Destiny

She slid off the trousers and walked bare legged into the kitchen.

Jamie was hunched over a sketchbook at the kitchen counter. His body was precariously balanced on a small stool as his hand glided along the page.

“Did you forget you glasses? You’ll go blind if your face gets any closer to that page?” Claire teased.

“Aye, and it will be your fault…” The grin faded from Jamie’s face when he saw her legs. Long and smooth, he imagined those thighs pressed tight against his ears. He watched as she shyly touched her curls and pressed forward.

“Stop.” He held up his hand, a broad smile replacing the grin. “Mid calf or floor length?

Claire smiled in understanding as he picked up his discarded pencil. “Umm floor.” She started to walk closer.

“Stay put, Sassenach. This is serious.” The pencil flying across the page. “Now, purple or deep blue?”

“Purple.” She lifted a foot off the floor.

“Och, stubborn woman, be still.” A deep purple color pencil in his hand. “Okay, backless or…cleavage?”

“I’d say cleavage.” Her breasts tingled as his gaze shifted to her chest and then back to his sketchbook. She took a small step.

“Hmm, good.” Jamie was staring intently at the page. “Form fitting or..”

“Definitely form fitting.”

Jamie snorted and began to close the book. “Perfect. Thank ye.”

Claire sprinted to him. “Let me see. I want to see!” Jamie stood as she futilely reached for the sketchbook as he held it over his head and out of her reach.

“Nay, it’s no’ finished. Bad luck. I told ye, superstitious.” He placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose. “And dinna pout - gives me impure thoughts.”

Her towel dried curls swung heavy as she shook her head in laughter. “I suppose this is one of those secrets I have to figure out? Hmm? And I don’t pout, so any impure thoughts are clearly of your own design.” She pushed him back onto the stool and stood between his legs.

“Stubborn, lass, ye do pout.” He brushed a curl behind her ear, if only to keep his hands off her thighs. Suddenly, she buried herself into his chest. “Oi, ye got the shirt, but dinna tackle me to the floor.” His hands running up and down her back. “Christ, yer so cold.”

“Stay.” Her words muffled in his neck.

“Yer sure? It’s no problem for me to..”

She silenced him with a kiss as her arms wound around his neck. “I’m sure.” She felt his hands resting on the small of her back, just as when they danced at gala. She reached behind and pushed his hands to her arse.

“Better?”

“Mmmm,” he sighed, “much, I’ve wanted my hands on yer arse for a very long time.” He began to knead her buttocks. Claire wiggled closer and he felt himself harden. “I’ll go shower.” He brought their foreheads together.

Claire saw him wince as he stood. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to..well..I didn’t think….that you would so fast….”

Jamie smirked. “There’s no sense in hiding whatcha do to me. But dinna fash, my baws are a cerulean blue at this point. The couch is fine.”

“Nice try, Fraser. You told me you broke up with Geneva the night of the Gala.”

He smiled silently and started to walk past her.

“Wait,” Claire’s hand on his shoulder, “you don’t mean that you haven’t…that you two weren’t…”

“I havena had sex since I’ve met ye.”

Her mouth fell open.

“And ye know the reason why.” His thumb wiped a tear that had just fallen to her cheek.

“Jamie, I, Fra..”

He quieted her with his thumb, “it doesna matter, yer here with me now. I’d wait two hundred years for ye. Jamie cupped her face. “Dinna cry, lass.”

“Oh, Jamie, I can’t explain myself the way you can!” Her frustration evident.

He rubbed her nose with his, “‘tis alright, I ken. Ye think wi yer body. It’s how ye express yerself, no? Puzzle things out?” He smiled at her shock. “I noticed during the fittings; yer face, yer shoulders, yer hands, the way ye move.” He bopped her nose, “ye coming to me with yer legs bare.”

“Oh, and what were my legs telling you?”

“That ye decided I could stay. I dinna think ye could have said that fully clothed.”

Claire laughed and allowed him to pass. Once she heard the shower start, her anxiety started to increase. She puttered around the cozy cabin, picking up items only to immediately set them down. She might not be able to read him as he could her, but he wasn’t entirely a closed book. She knew he went to shower to give her time to think. He assumed staying meant sleeping on the sofa. To be fair, it was a large comfortable sofa that would accommodate even his large frame, but did she want that? What did her body think? Ugh! Damn him, what did that even mean?

Jamie emerged from the bathroom in flannel sleep trousers and a long sleeved t shirt. “Is somethin’ wrong?” He saw Claire folded onto the sofa staring at him.

She blinked. “How did you manage to get more attractive during a 20 minute shower?”

It was his turn to blush.

“Oh god, the words were spoken aloud?” Claire reached for the television remote to prevent herself from hiding behind the sofa pillows. She felt the couch sink as he sat next to her, but she wasn’t ready to look at him. “I was thinking Netflix?”

“Sure, Netflix and chill sounds perrrrfect.” Jamie intentionally exaggerated his natural burr.

Damn him. She kept her eyes straight and began to punch in her passcode. “Hey, no peeking!” She pushed him away as he tried to see her code. “We’re not at that stage, Fraser.”

“Yet,” he smirked.

Her eyes went to his wide mouth. Shit, focus Beauchamp. You’re not looking at him remember!

Her account popped up with the last movie she viewed. It was the romcom she’d watched after Geneva interrupted their fitting. She quickly tried to navigate to other options. “We could watch something with explosions or..fashion models?” What?! Stop talking!!

Distracted by her mortification, Jamie was able to swipe the remote from Claire’s hand. “No, I’d rather finish this movie ye started…’A Princess for Christmas’? Any good?” Much to his delight, she started to squirm like a worm on a fishhook.

“I’ve seen that. I don’t know why it says I just started it.” Claire strived for nonchalance as she reached to grab the remote from him.

Jamie moved the remote to his far hand. She’d have to move closer to retrieve it. Damn him!

“Says it’s a 97% match for yer tastes,” his eyes alight with mischief, “I crashed yer getaway, so it’s only fair we watch something ye like.”

Her eyes narrowed. Two could play at this game. “Fine. Let’s watch it. I watch it every Christmas.” She ignored his chuckle, straightened her shoulders and turned her attention to the screen.

Any doubts Jamie had about Claire’s shrewdness were quickly extinguished because what followed was ninety-one minutes of pure torture.

She pressed play and scooted closer, “I really like this actor. Scottish, actually. In his current show, he works on Mars and falls in love with an alien.”

“What? Sounds daft.”

“It’s very romantic. Ssshh quiet. Don’t you think he’s handsome?” She placed a hand on his thigh.

“Ppft. Him?! He..ye canna find him attractive?”

“Sure, I do. Lots do – women and men. He’s often naked on his new show.” She turned in time to see his lips pressed in a straight line. She moved her hand higher on this thigh.

“Ye said he was a Scot, why’s he speakin like a sassenach? They’re not even in the U.K.” His mood could best be described as sulking.

“Because Americans. Ssshhh! Don’t you like his riding breeches? Well designed..hmm?” She curled into his side.

“Och. His dancin is embarrassing! Ye canna, ye canna..”

“Oh, I can. I definitely can.” She poked his side.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close; his mouth at her temple. “Claire Beauchamp, yer a wicked wee thing.”

She shrugged and snuggled closer, nervousness forgotten.

“Next time it’s rugby, ye ken?”

They watched the rest of the movie in silence. Hands entwining and caressing, lips lightly brushing ears, noses to throats. Slowly, they fell asleep. Jamie awoke to Claire snoring lightly while nestled tightly in his side. He couldn’t wait to tease her about it. He then shifted uncomfortably. It was hot and he had to piss. She had quite the grip in her sleep, but Jamie eventually made it to the bathroom. Upon exiting, he discarded his shirt and decided to grab a lighter weight undershirt from his overnight bag. He stopped when he noticed Claire was awake. She was in the dark, sitting cross legged on the sofa, staring at him. Unlike before her gaze was direct. Undershirt forgotten, he walked into the living room.

He was too bloody fit. As the moonlight danced across his skin, Claire clocked the width of his shoulders, the roped layers of muscle leading to his biceps and down to his forearms. She watched as he sat one hand on his narrow waist. She licked her lips, imagining nipping her way from his taught belly button down to his cock.

Jamie saw her eyes linger on his waistband. He reached for the drawstring of his trousers. He pulled the string, but the trousers remained firmly in place. He dropped his hand and he heard her sigh in annoyance. He smirked at her pout. In one swift move he yanked off the trousers. He was wearing black boxer briefs that left very little to the imagination. His hand hovered in front of his groin as he raised an eyebrow in question. Claire slowly nodded. He brought a hand on top of the fabric and began to massage himself.

Claire stood and tore off the rugby shirt. Standing in only lacy panties, she felt dizzy as her heart pounded and wetness grew between her legs. As Jamie looked her over, she saw herself through her eyes. Strong. Capable. Beautiful.

She closed the distance between them. “We never had our final fitting.” She placed his hand on her breast.

His thumb circled her erect nipple. “Aye. The dress was almost complete, but I needed to make sure it hugged yer hips and arse just right.” His large hands slid down her sides, pass the flare of her hips and cupped her bottom. She fell forward and opened her mouth onto his collarbone. “Then the top.” He brought his hands to her breasts and then to her neck. “The top had to sit at just the right spot.” He bent and kissed the hollow of her neck. The dizziness returned and she grabbed his arms to steady herself. “Claire, yer the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She snorted and pushed him away. “All those models? Maybe you are going blind.”

He grabbed her chin. “I will never lie to ye. I say it because it’s true. Aye?”

He waited.

“Yes.” She forced down the tears and reached for his waistband. She pushed down the briefs, his arousal springing free. He stepped from the briefs and she grabbed him two handed and began to stroke. He groaned in her ear as he gripped her hair. She moved a hand to his balls, cupping and fondling the warmth of him.

“Claire.” He stilled her hands. “This I need to hear. This ye must tell tell me.”

Her eyes locked to his, “Jamie, I want you. Please, make love to me. Yes, yes, I’m sure.”

She stepped back and reached for her panties. Jamie quickly slipped his hands underneath hers and kneeled as he pulled them down. He slid a finger inside as he rose. He pulled out slowly and began to circle the wet swollen heat of her. She whimpered and her knees buckled. He caught and lifted her easily, “come, I’ll take care of ye.”

He deposited her on the bed and then was gone. “Jamie?” He returned, smiling, as he crawled between her legs. He put three condoms on the bedside table and kissed her as she fell against the mattress.

She laughed in his mouth. “I thought you weren’t expecting anything..hmm?” She jabbed his side.

“Och. I wasna, but a man can still hope.”

He took her smiling mouth. Their tongues danced and hands roamed freely. Claire began to move from side to side beneath him, reveling in the feel of his cock trapped on top of her belly.

“Christ Sassenach..” He raked his teeth down her throat. Claire began to buck against him. He slid down and sucked on a nipple while his other hand squeezed the opposite breast.

Claire raised her knees to prevent him from moving further down her body. “Come here!” She grabbed his head.

“But I want to..” he snaked a hand to her mound.

“Later,” her breath coming short, “right now I need you inside me! Right now!”

He rose up, bit her bottom lip, and reached for the condoms. She looked down her body, legs spread, as he sat back on his heels, cock in hand. With the condom on, he pushed one of her thighs flat with a hand, he used his knee to spread her other thigh wide. He leaned forward and entered her in one quick movement.

“Ah, Jamie, Jamie,” her arms came to his back. “Oh god.” She bit her own lip as she stretched to accommodate his girth.

“I ken…” he panted in her ear as he began to move within her. This was better than all the fantasies he’d been entertaining about this moment. A Dhia, she was so tight and so slick. He closed his eyes and let his body take over.

Claire writhed beneath him, meeting each thrust and trying to get closer. “Urg...” She bit his shoulder and grabbed his arse, urging him on. In response, his thrusts became deeper and more powerful. Her whole body was held willing captive to his power. Their bodies slick with sweat, Claire raised up and ran her tongue in his ear.

“Arhh..” he moaned in her shoulder and completed two deep thrusts that hit her cervix.

“Aaa!” Claire’s body shook.

“Sorry, sorry.” He grabbed her hips and pushed her entire body further down the bed. He hooked her leg over his hip and continued in a new angle that allowed his complete unfettered penetration.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod….” Claire felt her body coiling in on itself, her release close. She kissed and panted in his mouth. She was so close….

A deep guttural sound exploded from Jamie as he lost himself. Claire held him as tiny shockwaves flooded his body in the wake of his release. Their bodies flush, she felt his breathing and heart rate begin to normalize. She brushed a sweaty lock from his forehead and kissed him deeply.

“Claire, sorry, I couldna..”

“Ssshh…” she kissed him again.

Still joined, he buried his face in her neck. Slowly she felt him start to move again.

“Jamie?”

“Hmm?”

She thought she was imagining it, but he was definitely becoming aroused again.

He brought his hands to either side of her head, nose touching hers. “Woulda ye mind if we…”

“No, no I wouldn’t mind, but so soon?”

He shrugged helplessly, “I canna help it.”

He pulled out, replaced the condom, and settled behind her. Claire tried to turn around, but his arm came tight around her. “Be still, mo ghraigh, I want to please ye.” She relaxed her back against his chest, spooned on their sides, she felt his breath hot on her neck, “I want ye to burn for me the way I do for ye.” He pushed his hardness against her arse. She whimpered and pushed her hips back and wiggled her arse against him. His tongue flicked her earlobe, “that’s it lass, show me what ye need.” His hand squeezed her breast and then grasped her jaw, pulling her head back over her shoulder to look at him, “I’m yers, but I mean to make ye mine.” He released her face and moved his hand past the swell of her hip and around to the front of her need. She jolted as his fingers made slow circles at her apex. “Hmmm, like this? Does it feel good?”

“Yes, yes don’t stop,” Claire began to grind against his hand.

He bit her shoulder. She lifted her leg and guided him to her entrance. He thrust forward and filled her completely.

“Jamie, Jamie!”

His hips and fingers began to move in tandem. Heat flooded her entire body. She was surrounded by him, there was no place to hide. Her mind and body balanced on a precipice.

“Let go, lass. Yer mine, come for me. Tha goal agam ort.”

Her body jerked. Her nails dug painfully into his wrist as her body stilled and her contractions began. For 20 seconds her body gripped and released him, again and again. Jamie pushed his hips as far forward as possible to feel the heat of her pulling him deeper. Her body shook slightly as her orgasm began to pass. She sighed in pleasure; spent from the force and emotion of her release.

Jamie needed to see her face. He rolled on top of her, brushing the curls from her face. He thrust home twice and grunted his own release into her mouth, “Claire, oh god, Claire.”

Coming back to awareness he nuzzled at her neck and kissed her jaw. “Open yer eyes.”

She lazily smiled and a sliver of her smoke whisky eyes peeked through. He ran a thumb across her lips and her eyes opened fully. He saw her satisfaction, her submission, her dominance, and her trust and love.

“I love ye, Claire.”

She tried to rise.

He pressed a thumb to her mouth, “hush, I ken. Surprise me with it later, aye?”

She nodded as the tears slid toward her ears. He kissed them away and gathered her into his arms.

She closed her eyes; sated, soothed, and loved.

#House of Fraser #outlander fanfiction #thekingparrot

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