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I told you so- Utahime Iori

summary: You and Utahime had a fleeting love affair when you were young, but tired of Utahime not being brave enough to admit your love or show it in public, you decided to leave. 10 years later you meet again and seeing her again only confirms that you are still in love with her.

paring: Utahime x fem!reader

tags: +18, angst, explicit smut content, oral sex, scissoring, mentions of gojohime(?), mentions of arranged marriages, mentions of satosugu, happy ending, no use of y/n, all characters are in their late 20s early 30s

words: 3k

notes: before pride month ended I needed to post this. I love Utahime sooooo much and I came up with this idea but I didn’t know if I should post it or not because there are not a lot of Utahime fics/one shots but I decided to give it a try. So everyone please enjoy. Also I still recovering, after hurting my shoulder but gladly it’s not my dominant arm so it’s fine 🤗

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

You looked at her, trying to hold your breath and trying not to jump, but you were one second away from breaking down. But you couldn’t scream at her, not her.

“Listen.” Utahime spoke, holding the sheets against her chest.

“I get it.” You murmured. “For you this means nothing.”

“No!” Utahime shouted. “That’s not what…”

“Listen ‘Hime, I know you don’t want us to go out as a couple. I know for you it will be hard.” You turned around and grabbed your clothes. “But I can’t… I can’t keep going like this. I don’t want to call it off but we can’t keep going like that.” You looked at her. “I don’t want to be your secret.”

“Please just…” She tried to grab your hand.

“Utahime I think this is the best way.” You said, holding back your tears. Gathering courage, you looked into her eyes. “But Utahime, you can kiss a hundred boys in bars but I know you won’t be able to stop this feeling.” You said talking about what you felt whenever you were together. “So, good luck babe.”

You left the room, putting on the dress that you had taken off with so much haste and anxiety last night. You had gone from ecstasy, from the heat of each other, from the wet kisses of both of them and your bodies knowing each other perfectly to waking up that morning, facing the feelings you had had since high school, so that Utahime would tell you that your “love” could not get past those walls.

You knew that Utahime repressed those feelings out of fear, fear of many things. Fear of her family, of what they will say, fear of the looks. But you wanted to protect her, you wanted her to feel proud to walk with you down the street while you held your hands and showed your love. But that didn't seem to have worked and you were already too exhausted to continue fighting.

With giant steps you left the apartment without looking back. That day you not only lost the love of your life, but also one of your best friends and that destroyed your heart.

10 years later

Shoko had invited you to eat after you called her to tell her that you had returned to the city, now you were both happily eating in one of the many restaurants in the city.

“I missed this.” You said.

Shoko nodded with a smile. “Me too, it’s been so long. You left for college and have been out for how long?”

“10 years this year.” You shrugged.

“God.” Shoko gasped. “A lot of things have happened and changed since then.” She shook her head. “You probably don’t know, since you both fought but Utahime got married.”

You pursed your lips. "Oh really?" You faked a smile. "I'm happy for her."

Shoko never knew about your affair and you doubt Utahime would have told her. Even though it had been 10 years since you and Utahime had met, you couldn't deny that you were still completely in love with her. Of course in those 10 years you had had a partner, but none had ever filled you up like Utahime had done.

“You could fix whatever happened between you.” Shoko said, bringing you back to reality.

You shook your head. “I don't think it's possible.”

She sighed. “You really are the same.” She said in a whisper. “Anyways, are you coming to the party?”

You smiled. “Of course Shoko.”

The day of Shoko's party arrived and you opted for a tight dress, which highlighted your figure. Meeting the guests, you walked around the place with a smile, most of them were new faces that you didn't know, but there was the occasional face that seemed familiar to you and that had probably been a classmate of yours in high school, but you honestly didn't remember them.

After a while you went out to the balcony, looking for some air and tranquility away from all the noise of people.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes when you heard the balcony door open, your moment of peace over faster than you would have liked.

But then your name sounded behind you and you felt your heart skip a beat in your chest. Her sweet voice still sounded the same as it did ten years ago. With your heart in your throat you turned slowly, meeting those brown eyes. Utahime was in front of you 10 years later and she looked beautiful, if that were possible. Your heart began to beat strongly in your heart and you felt like you had no words left. You were still too in love with her.

“You are here.” She whispered.

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I… I came a few days ago and Shoko invited me.” You tried to put a smile on your face.

She nodded. “That’s great.”

It could have been 10 or 20 years but you knew her too well to know that her voice sounded hurt and that she was about to cry. You wanted to walk up to her and wrap her in your arms, but you couldn't, you shouldn't. It was then that your eyes landed on the ring resting on Utahime's left hand and a knot formed in your stomach.

“Shoko told me you got married.” You forced a smile. “I’m happy to hear that.”

Utahime looked at you. “Are you?” She whispered.

You swallowed and looked down. “Of course.”

“I know you are lying.” She said.

“And what do you want me to say Utahime?” You looked at her. “That I’m still in love with you? Well yes I am and seeing you standing here right in front of me and seeing how my whole body and soul reacts it’s only proof of that.”

You saw how Utahime’s chest rose and how her eyes looked at you with intensity. Your name being just a whisper on her lips she took a step forward. But soon enough she was interrupted by a male voice.

“Utahime, you are here.” The tall guy entered the balcony. “I was looking for you like crazy.”

You looked at the guy and then back at Utahime, you assumed it was her husband. Biting your lip, you coughed and the man stared at you.

“Oh, hi I didn’t see you there.” He smiled.

“No problem.” You shook your head with a smile.

“Satoru.” Utahime finally spoke. “She is a friend of mine.” She introduced you.

“Oh nice to meet you, I’m Utahime’s husband.” He greeted you with a smile and you felt a punch in the face as those words came from his mouth.

“Nice to meet you.” You faked your smile. “Now if you excuse me I need to leave.” You said passing by.

Without turning to look at her, you walked as fast as your feet could allow you, feeling how that knot in your stomach was getting bigger and bigger. Your gaze searched for Shoko and you saw her animatedly chatting with more people. Walking over to her, you grabbed her arm.

“I’m leaving.” You whispered to her ear.

“Already?” She said with a sad look.

“Yeah, tomorrow I have some stuff to do and I don’t want to oversleep.” You lied. “I will call you okay?” Shoko nodded and you walked out of that party.

Feeling how your heart was still pounding and at the same trying holding not to break up from that love.

Utahime Iori pov

Utahime rolled over once again on the bed. She hadn't been able to sleep since she and Satoru had arrived at the apartment. Sitting on the bed she clutched her head and sighed heavily.

Utahime rarely regretted things, but there was one thing he had been regretting for 10 years. And it had been not stopping when you walked out the door of her apartment that day. Because when you told her that that feeling that you loved and shared would never be repeated even if she kissed a hundred boys... oh how right you were.

I should have stopped you, told you that I loved you and that I would face anything for you. But Utahime was a coward and now she resented it.

Getting out of bed, she looked at the side of the bed and saw it empty, something that didn't surprise her in the least. She left the room and to her surprise she ran into him there.

“You are already back?” She whispered.

“I told you it was not going to take long.” He said back.

“Satoru you know, that I don’t mind if you spend the whole night with him.” Utahime crossed her arms and walked to the refrigerator.

“I know but since we are married.”

“You know our marriage is fake.” She said. “You don’t love me and I don’t love you.” Satoru looked at her. “Romantically, you know I do care for you.”

“Good.”

“You were a pain on my ass but now you are almost like my best friend.”

“Almost?” He said offended, Utahime rolled her eyes. “It was her?” Satoru then suddenly asked.

Utahime froze and nodded after a few seconds. “Yes…” She said with a thin voice.

“Utahime…” Satoru sighed and approached her. “You know we can always end all this show.”

“But our families…” She whispered.

Satoru laughed. “We are both CEOs of our families companies, we are not kids like back then.” Utahime looked at him. “I know you are not happy and we will never be happy in this fake marriage, we work well but there will never be that love between us. And you know that.” Utahime closed her eyes. “I saw how you looked at her and I have seen that look before.”

“Where?” She asked.

“It was the same look Suguru had when I told him I needed to marry you.” He sighed. “A gaze of logging mixed with a feeling of losing something dear to you.”

Utahime stifled a sigh and looked at Satoru. “I wanted to go after her.” She said with glassy eyes. “Tell her that I love her and love her then too. I wanted to go… but I'm a coward.”

“Don’t say that.” Satoru said. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have lost Suguru, it was thanks to you that I didn't give up and I don't know how many years may have passed for you but you still love her and…”

“She also told me that she still loved me.”

Satoru smiled. “So what are you waiting for, go get her.”

“Satoru, I don't even know where she is.”

“Call Shoko.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“It's 4 in the morning!” She protested.

“Come on try it.” He said. “How romantic would it be if you showed up at her door at 4 in the morning, confessed your love, and the two of you melted into a passionate kiss?”

“God you are unbearable.” Utahime rolled her eyes and dialed Shoko's number. “Shoko! Hello… yes I'm sorry but it's urgent.” She said with her heart fluttering. “I need you to give me an address.”

Your POV

A knock on your apartment door made you wake up. It was still dark outside and the clock on your phone didn't read past 4:30 in the morning. In silence you approached the door and looked through the camera to see who was the person who was knocking on your door with so much force. Your lips dried when you saw the figure on the other side. Taking a moment to breathe, you pinched your cheek, making sure you were awake.

With a trembling hand, you grabbed the knob and pulled it open. “Uta…”

“I love you.” Utahime said before you could ask anything. “I have always have. And I was a cowardly idiot for not stopping you that day. For letting you go.”

You looked at her and had to mentally remind yourself that she was real and that she was there. “No, you…” You shook your head.

Utahime said your name again and you looked at her. “I love you, I love you too much and… I don't want, I don't want to lose you, not again.”

“You are married.” You told her, shaking.

She shook her head. “It's not real. Satoru and I got married for our families but we don't love each other, we've never been together, we were just pretending.” She looked at you with her big brown eyes, which you were too weak for.

“But… your family.”

“I don’t care about them.” She said. “I only care about you, about us.”

You closed your eyes and held your breath. “I love you too.” You whispered.

Utahime walked towards you and cupped your face. “Let’s start over, let’s do it the right way, okay?” She smiled, the both of you were crying. “Satoru and I will go to the lawyer tomorrow to start with everything for the divorce.”

You nodded, whipping away her tears. “I missed you so much.”

Utahime smiled and knocked both of your lips in an urgent kiss, which mixed with the tears that you loved had shed. With clumsy steps you closed the front door and leaned Utahime against it, working your way into her neck, biting it and leaving it full of wet kisses while Utahime's soft moans delighted your ears.

Breaking away from her, you grabbed her hand and led her to your room. The dream you had a few minutes ago was completely gone and had been replaced by the urgency and desire to make love to the beautiful woman in front of you. You got rid of your pajamas and Utahime got rid of her clothes, leaving you both completely naked. Utahime lay down on the bed with a smile and you began to kiss her, first her lips, then her collarbone and then her breasts.

”You've only gotten more beautiful with time.” You whispered against her skin.

“Look who spoke.” Utahime said as she stifled a moan. “When I saw you in that tight black dress, I only had obscene thoughts.” She whispered.

“Oh yeah? Like what princess?” You said with a smile.

“I wanted to get down on my knees and devour you completely and have everyone hear you scream my name.” She said mischievously with a smile on her face.

“Well, it's a shame, because I'm going to be the one who devours you.” You said lifting her legs and placing them on each of your sides. “I hope my neighbors find out how good I make you feel tonight.”

You kissed her lower lips getting a moan in response from her and her hands on your hair, with your tongue you dug her hunt searching for her weak spot. She moaned your name, while she gasped with pleasure and writhed between your sheets while your tongue fucked her.

You looked at her through your eyelashes and smiled when you saw her, all red and full of pleasure. Her mouth was slightly opened and your name was constantly repeated.

You pushed your tongue into her faster, making sure to taste every part of her and making her feel in heaven.

“Oh fuck!” Utahime moaned, arching her back. “I missed you so much!”

With those words you began to suck her clit causing Utahime's moans to only increase. You wanted to taste her again, you wanted to have her like this forever, for her to be only yours.

Her walls tightened around you, she was close you could feel it, you knew her too well. Her moans became increasingly high-pitched and the atmosphere in the room became increasingly hot. With a loud moan she came, her head falling back, seeking to catch her breath.

You turned your head away from her and licked your lips tasting her with a smile.

“That was…” She said with a cracked voice.

“I know.” You smirked, sitting on the bed you grabbed Utahime by the hip and sat her down as well. “You don't think I'm done, do you?”

"I did not expect it." She answered.

Getting into position, you began scissoring, grinding harder and harder against each other. You both started to kiss while the room filled with noises of your moans and the sound of that old bed.

Grinding faster with each passing moment you felt how your body was starting to tremble. You ground your hips into Utahime's as your intimacies collided, sending shockwaves through your sweaty, desire-filled bodies. Grinding your pussies together for a little longer, you both came with a long, agonizing moan that filled the room, which then fell completely silent. Only your labored breaths were audible.

You grabbed Utahime's hips and laid her down, wrapping your arms around her. You felt her pulse and her warmth invading your body and her smell of flowers hit your nose.

Utahime turned to look at you and smiled. “Thank you for not giving up on us.”

You shook your head with a smile being drawn on your face. “I could never give up on us.”

Utahime chuckled softly and your grip tightened around her. “I love you.” She whispered.

“Me too.” You whispered, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“I feel like I'm forgetting something.” Utahime whispered.

“I'm sure it doesn't matter, now let's sleep.” She hummed in response.

And so with your bodies intertwined with each other and feeling your warmth and your heart pumping, you fell into a deep sleep.

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Extra scene

“It’s been 30 minutes, you think she was able to talk with her?” He said. “Or maybe should I go and check that she is not there crying in the hallway?”

A sighed came from the other side of the line. “Satoru… they are probably having makeup sex.”

“Oh.” Satoru gasped. “You think so Suguru? Oh that will be awesome! There could be two weddings soon.”

“Two weddings?”

“Of course, you and me and them.”

“I don’t see a ring on my finger Satoru.”

Satoru turned the car on and started driving. “Well Suguru, give me 10 minutes and I will be on one knee asking you to marry me, if you want me to be on both knees to do other things we also can.”

Suguru chuckled. “I will be waiting.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[pumpkin-bats]

Speed Running SFW Alphabet - OP Boys Headcanons Pt 2.

Splitting the previous post because it was getting way too long.

Featuring: Cross guild members! Mihawk, Buggy, Crocodile.

Mihawk:

C for Cuddling - He doesn't really do/initiate cuddling. However! He doesn't mind if you're the one cuddling. Snuggling into his side while sitting together on the couch? Yes. Completely stuck close to you when asleep in bed? Absolutely!

G for Gifts - He's an average gift giver. He'll give you small things or especially fancy meals for holidays, birthdays, and special occasions. One thing to note, he ALWAYS gets you something you either really wanted to get or something you really needed.

U for Upset (angry) - He handles you being upset with a straight face, which often just makes you more upset. Despite this, the first thing he'll try to do is talk things out with you, before asking if you'd prefer to have some space.

V for Vaunt - He doesn't verbally brag about you to others, but he certainly does to you. He'll casually tell you every single thing about you he loves or finds impressive. His way of showing you off to others is to watch you do your thing, look at the other person, then gesture at you while nodding like saying 'see that? awesome.'

W for warrior - He's more of a lone fighter, and will often tell you that though he appreciates it, he doesn't necessarily need your help to fight. The times that you insist and do it anyway, he'll just smirk to himself while he fills with pride, and fight back to back with you.

T for Time - It took about a month for him to fully fall for you, and by month two he actually did something about it. So it wasn't really until three months in that you ended up dating.

R for Rhythm - Too Sweet for Me by Hozier

L for Love (language) - Acts of service is his main way of showing he loves you. He really enjoys doing things for you and taking care of you. He also enjoys spending quality time with you. Nothing puts him at ease like sitting in comfortable silence, reading a book beside you.

Buggy:

C for Cuddling - He adores cuddling but never admits that's what he does. He'll throw himself into your side or wrap himself around you and pretend it's because he just wants to lean on you, but it takes less than a minute for the leaning to turn into snuggling for him. He cuddles like a cat, big spoon, small spoon, face to face, doesn't matter. Just wants to be with you.

G for Gifts - He'll give you gifts for every gift giving occasion and also when you're feeling down to try and comfort you. He tries, and fails, to look casual about it but he secretly is very excited to see if you like the things he gets you.

U for Upset (angry) - You don't often get upset with him, so when you are he gets fairly surprised. Most of the time he'll try to argue back for a bit first but he always apologizes and immediately tries to work things out with you. He doesn't like it at all when you're upset with him, and half the time he gets upset back at you because he's upset that you're upset.

V for Vaunt - Oh he brags. He brags to everybody. Literally anyone who will listen. You'll be walking, holding hands, and he'll lean over to a nearby person and go 'that's my partner' with a smug grin. He's especially proud of your skills but his favorite thing to boast about is your laugh and smile.

W for Warrior - Fighting side by side with you is like a dance for him. He never feels more in synch with you than when you're fighting together.

T for Time - About four to five months. Mostly because it took time for you to adjust to the life he lives (and his massive, protective entourage), and for him to muster up the courage to say something. He didn't really believe that you liked him at first and it took some time to really let it sink in.

R for Rhythm - Hot To Go by Chappell Roan

L for Love (language) - He mostly shows his love for you through physical touch and words of affirmation. The amount of hugs from behind that he disguises as invading your space for fun and giggles is astronomical. Also he won't say much sentimental things up front, but when he does, it's some of the most romantic stuff you've ever heard come out of anyone's mouth ever. He denies having said anything after the fact though.

Crocodile:

C for Cuddling - His cuddling consists of having you in his arms or on his lap. He doesn't care about height or size, his arm is around you or you are basically plastered against him when it's time to cuddle (which is more often than you thought it would be).

G for Gifts - Too many. All the time. That's it. you need to stage an intervention with him at some point, it's getting ridiculous.

U for Upset (angry) - He won't lie, he finds it incredibly attractive when you get angry at him. He won't tell you that though, and he'll take you seriously, but the heat in your eyes makes him feel a certain type of way. He's more likely to give in when you're upset than to fight back, he doesn't like arguing with you for a multitude of different reasons.

V for Vaunt - He flaunts you in a classy way. He'll brag about your resilience and can't help the admiration on his face when he does.

W for warrior - He'd prefer you not to fight because he doesn't like the idea of you getting your hands dirty. Especially because he himself would rather not do the dirty work, therefore he wouldn't force that upon you either. But if you have to he'd rather be back to back so he can fight and defend you, knowing you're doing the same for him.

T for Time - It took about a year for you two to end up together. Given his circumstances, it takes him a while to trust and get to know you. When he does, he tries to court you formally instead of straight up confessing, which took longer than he meant it to. But you got there in the end so it worked out!

R for Rhythm - Sway With Me by Michael Bublé

L for Love (language) - The main reason he gets you so many things, gift giving, to show his love for you is because he wants to pamper you. He hopes that you can see how much he loves you through how much he can give you with what he has. When he's not doing that, it's physical touch. Gentle touches like rubbing your shoulder where his hand rests to show how much he cherishes you.

[cherrycola27]

Red Wine, Fall into me

Warnings: Language, Alcohol consumption, Smut. 18+ (Phoenix x Female Reader) banner by the wonderful @thedroneranger Fic inspired by the Chappell Roan song "Red Wine Supernova"

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You know they say not to waste a Friday night on a first date.

Yet, here you were, in a nice dress, walking into a cocktail bar, to meet some guy, from some app, on a Friday night for a first date. You'd spent a ridiculous amount of time doing your hair, makeup, and picking out the perfect outfit that was the right balance of "I'm a good girl," and "I just might let you take me home if you play your cards right."

You texted your date that you were there and that you'd be at the bar. You were there a few minutes before your agreed upon time, so you walked up to the bar top, which had a middle-aged couple at one end, and a pretty dark-haired brunette at the other.

You took a seat a few stools down from her and ordered a glass of merlot from the bartender. He sat it down quickly in front of you as you checked your phone to see if your date had responded to your text. You felt immediately defeated to see that it still had not been read.

A few minutes ticked by, and it was now the time you and your date had set to meet. You fired off another text asking if he was there, with no response. Several minutes later, you sent one asking if he was on his way and nothing. Finally, a full thirty minutes and a second glass of wine later, he sent you a message saying that something came up, and he wouldn't make it.

You huffed as you sat your phone down on the counter and groaned. Of course, this would happen to you. This was the last time you agreed to a date from an app.

You sighed and finished the last sip of wine in your glass and rummaged through your purse for your card. Before you could pull it out, though, you heard a soft voice speak. "Put her last two on my tab, and bring us another round if you don't mind."

You look up and see the pretty brunette from earlier handing her card over and taking a seat next to you. "Thank you, but you don't have to do that." You smile at her. "I know, but I want to." She smiles back at you, extending her hand for you to shake, "I'm Natasha, by the way. What's your name?"

You tell her your name, and she repeats it back, slowly, savoring every syllable of it like it's a fine wine. You don't think your name has ever sounded as good as it does coming out of her mouth.

"So, what's a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?" She asks you. "I was supposed to have a date but—he stood me up." You sigh. "His loss is my gain then." Natasha says as she brings her own wine glass up to her lips. You blush at her words.

"What about you?" You fire back at her. "I just wanted a nice quiet night out, away from the crowds. Somewhere that I could relax and make a new—friend." She winks at you and slides her stool closer to yours.

"So, tell me about yourself." She says, and she rests her foot on the bottom of your stool. Your thighs part just enough to accommodate her toned leg that's exposed from the slit in her dress.

A shiver runs down your spine as you tell her about your job and some of your friends and what you like to do for fun. Her eyes stayed glued to yours, and she nods and questions and seems genuinely interested in you. "What about you?" You ask her when you finish.

"I'm in the Navy. I'm an aviator." She says as if it's the most casual thing in the world.

"Oh. So I guess you're used to going fast and doing what you want then." You smirk at her. "I can go fast." She says as she leans into your space. "But—" she sighs as she places her hand on your thigh. "—I actually have a partner in the backseat that I have to listen to, so I'm very good at taking directions. And, there are so many controls in the cockpit, that I have to be excellent with precision." She breathes out.

Natasha leans in closer to you. "I've always been amazing and zeroing in on my target and finishing the job. She whispers in your ear before pulling back. You swallow thickly and shift in your seat, unable to ignore the wetness pooling between your thighs and the heat that you feel in your belly that isn't from the wine.

"Is that so?" You say, cocking your head to the side. "Now, what exactly would one have to do if they want to see these skills in action?" You pry. "I think after a few glasses of wine and a dance or two, I might be convinced. Care to find out?" A crimson smile curls at her lips as she extends her hand to you.

You nod your head and slip your hand in hers. She places her palm on the small of your back, just a tad too low to be considered decent as she guides you to the dance floor. She presses closer to you to avoid the other people already there. You can smell her perfume. Floral and spicy with a hint of sweet. It is so intoxicating that it makes your head spin more than any glass of wine ever could.

Natasha drags you directly to the middle of the dance floor amongst all the other couples. She spins you around and presses your back to her front. There is absolutely no space between the two of you, and you can feel every soft curve of her body pressed against yours.

You sway to the beat of some song you don't know as her hands skim up and down your arms before resting on your hips. She pulls your hair over one of your shoulders and rests her chin on your newly exposed skin. You shiver as she places a gentle, fleeting kiss on your shoulder. You feel the blush in your cheeks spread all over your body.

"You okay there, pretty girl?" Natasha asks you. "Y—yeah." You stammer out. "Just a little warm is all."

"Why don't we go get some air." She whispers hotly in your ear. Her breathy voice has you weak in the knees. You nod your head in agreement, unable to trust your own voice.

It's quieter outside. So quiet you can hear your heartbeat racing in your ears as the two of you make your way to a secluded spot on the far side of the deck. The fresh salty air fills your lungs as you try to take a deep breath to calm yourself. You lean against the deck railing and watch the waves roll in as the moonlight dances across the dark ocean.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Natasha says as she comes to stand beside you. "It's breathtaking." You say as you turn to face her. "It's not the only breathtaking thing out here." She says, looking you directly in the eye. "No, it's not." You counter.

You inhale deeply as she takes a step forward and places on and on your hip, drawing you closer to her. She uses her free hand to brush a few stray strands of your hair away before cupping your face and pulling you closer to her.

Her lips are pillowy soft when they connect with yours. Her hand slides to the back of your hair, tangling in your locks to hold you in place. You wrap both of your arms around her neck as she trails her tonuge across the seam of your lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

You gladly grant her access, and you moan as her tongue caresses yours. The kiss is sweet, with the last drops of your wine still on each other's mouths.

You moan and lean into her when you feel her fingers dig into your hip. She takes a step closer and pushes your back against the metal deck rail, her lips never leaving yours as her kisses become more hungry, more demanding.

She pulls her mouth away from yours, and you gasp as she trails her perfect pout across your chin and jaw before grazing your ear lobe with her teeth. You inhale sharply, and it's like music to Natasha's ears.

She continues her assault, trying to draw even more new sounds from you. Her lips skim over the sensitive flesh of your neck. You find yourself arching towards her, silently begging her for more. You feel her smile against you before she carefully grazes her teeth over the sensitive flesh before pulling back and laving it with her tongue. She repeats the action and your hand tangles in her dark strands, holding her in place. She chuckles and continues to work the space between your shoulder and ear, surely leaving a few dark marks behind, but you don't care. You want her to mark you up—claim you as hers.

You draw her mouth back to yours and kiss her until you're breathless. She pulls back and her lips are swollen, and her cheeks are red.

"I don't normally do this, y'know." You confess to her.

"Neither do I." She tells you truthfully.

You heave a sigh of relief. "I don't think I've ever done this, actually. But there's something about you that's—magical." You say as you bite down on your lower lip and bat your eyes at her.

"If you think I'm magic here, you should let me take you home. I've got a wand and a rabbit that I can show you all kinds of tricks with." She smirks at you.

................

A few minutes later, the two of you are in the back of an Uber going to Natasha's place. Her hand rests brazenly on your upper thigh, and her nimble fingers are tracing deft patterns across your skin. You squim in your seat, trying to keep yourself calm, when really, all you want to do is plant yourself in her lap and kiss her again.

The two of you somehow make it up the small path that leads to her front door. She unlocks it and pulls you in. Once the door is shut and she's clicked the lock, she pushes you up against it and kisses you roughly. You meet her kisses with passion. Both sets of your hands roam over each other, desperately.

Natasha has enough sense to practically drag you into her bedroom. You stand there a little awkwardly until she comes up behind you and slowly unzips you dress. Her lips trace your spine, leaving faint, wine colored kisses from her leftover lipstick on your flesh.

The garment drops to the floor, and you turn around to face her. She admires how your nipples are peaked and perky with anticipation. The scrap of lace, that could barely be called underwear, that you chose to wear tonight has an obvious dark spot on it. "Such a shame you date didn't get to see this." Natasha breathes out as she lightly grazes the front of it.

You shiver, and she lets out a breathy laugh. You reach for her, catching her wrist and pulling her to you. Your hands reach for her zipper. "Fair is fair." You mumble against her lips as she lets you pull it down before tugging the fabric off of her.

"Lay dow for me, pretty girl." Natasha says when she's kicked her dress to the side and shimmied out of her underwear. You take a moment to take in her form as you slip if your own panties.

Her dark hair falls gracefully over her shoulders. Her breasts are perky and lovely. She has a neatly shaved landing strip that draws your eyes to where you most want to be.

You lay back on her bed, making yourself comfortable on her pillows. Your breathing is shallow as her eyes rake over you.

"You're so fucking beautiful." She says as she crawls towards you. Beautiful. Not pretty, not hot, beautiful. You love how she talks about you. How she makes you feel seen.

"Thank you." You say before you can even think about it. She laughs as she reaches into her nightstand and pulls out the wand and rabbit that she mentioned earlier.

She sets them to the side before gently straddling your hips. She leans down to kiss you. Slowly, this time, it's more deliberate and precise. The two of you let your hands roam over each other's body. She tweaks your nipples, rolling them between her fingers and your arch toward her touch.

Not to be outdone, you wrap your lips around one of her peaks, and she lets out a gorgeous breathy moan that has your heart racing. She whines when you release the flesh with a soft pop but groans and leans into you when you repeat the action on the other. She subtly grinds her hips against you, seeking friction to relieve the ache between her thighs. You grab her thighs and help guide her, and she hums before stopping and sliding off of you.

"Mmm, not yet beautiful. There will be time for that. Let me take care of you first." She smiles at you. You huff a little, but don't protest. Natasha trails her lips across your breasts and chest and down your stomach. She circles her tongue around your navel before placing a kiss on your cunt, right about your clit.

You sigh as you sink deeper into her pillows, inhaling more of her intoxicating scent from earlier. She carefully parts your thighs and slots herself between them.

She grabs your left leg, and feathers kisses up from your knee towards your center and back down, a few times before switching to the right. She's taking her time building you up. And just when you think you are going to burst from her teasing, she places a fleeting kiss on your clit. You squeal and rock your hips upward, chasing her mouth.

She does it again, gently parting your folds with the delicate tip of her tongue, circling the sensitive bud and sucking it into her mouth.

She laps at your core, drinking in the taste of you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Wanton moans leave your mouth, and your chest heaves. One of your hands tightly fists her sheets, the other curling on her hair to hold her right where you want her. You squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back as pure ecstacy washes over you when you cum.

Natasha works you through it until you push her head away. You lean up on your elbows and meet her eyes. She has a satisfied grin on her face. "How was that?" She asks almost cockily.

"Fantastic." You reply breathlessly. "I'm not done with you yet." She tells you as she reaches for her wand. You swallow and spread your legs for her.

She turns it on a low setting and starts by rubbing it over your nipples and down your body to get you used to the sensation. Slowly, she lowers it to your clit. You jump, still sensitive from your first orgasm, but you relax as she circles it around you bundle of nerves.

You feel one of her slender fingers circle around your entrance. "So fucking wet. All this for me, pretty girl?" She asks you. "Yes." You breathe out. You're jilted by a smack to your cunt. "Say my name, pretty girl. Tell me who's got you like this? Who got your pretty pussy absolutely dripping?" She commands.

"You—you did, Natasha. It's all for you." You babble out. She's satisfied with your answer and rewards you by sinking not one, but two of her long digits inside you and curling them upwards. You cry out her name as she finds your gspot impossibly fast. It should be a crime at how well she already knows your body as she strokes it with the perfect amount of speed and pressure.

She gages each sound you make and adjusts the wand on your clit and her fingers in your cunt. You have to give it to her, she wasn't lying when she said she could take directions.

Your head thrashes from side to side, and you're babbling out her name as she brings you closer to a second orgasm. Your toes curl against the mattress and you bite your bottom lip in an effort to keep your sounds at bay.

Natasha immediately tells you to be loud for her, and you're too for gone, and she has you so damn pliant that you'd do anything for her right now. So you release your lip and scream her name as you cum, gripping her fingers tightly, never wanting them to leave you.

When she does pull them out, you whine at the loss of contact, but it's short lived, because Natasha is crawling up your body and tapping her fingers on your lips.

You obediently open your mouth and close them around her digits, dutifully cleaning them for her. You groan at the taste of you on her hands. Once you've cleaned her, you pull off with a pop and kiss her. Your tongues meld together as you pull her onto of you.

You cradle her head and hook your legs around her waist and flip her under you. "Mine turn." You giggled as she looks up at you, bewildered. "Okay, then." She smiles down at you.

You cup each of her breasts in your hands and roll her nipples between your fingers. She lets out a small gasp as you kiss the tops of her breasts and the valley between them before continuing your journey south. You leave wet kisses across her hip bones and suck a dark mark into her right one, a little reminder of you for later.

You don't tease her like she teased you. You're too impatient. You've been dreaming about what she tasted like ever since you watched her bring that first glass of red wine to her lips this evening.

You tenderly part of folds before licking a long, broad stripe from her opening to her clit.

Natasha arches up off the bed, her hands flying to the sheets, clutching them for dear life. You repeated the motion over again before hooking one of her thighs over your shoulder. She's much more squirmy than you expected.

You work her over and over, tongue diving into her her sopping wet opening, nose bumping her clit.

She cries out your name, fingers in your hair, as you blindly reach for her other toy from earlier. You silently cheer as your hand wraps around her rabbit vibrator.

You turn it on and pull your mouth away from her. Natasha groans at the loss of contact but whimpers when she feels the tip of the vibe at her entrance. You push it in slowly until it is fully seated in her tight, wet, perfect cut.

She lets out a shaky breath as you slowly withdraw the toy and push it back it. You repeat the motion, picking up speed with each thrust. Soon, her hips are meeting it, and the sounds of lewd, wet fucking mixed with cries of your name are bouncing off her walls.

"Guess you had a few tricks up your sleeve, too." She laughs and rolls on top of you and sits up she slides down your body until you can feel her warm pussy right above yours.

Her walls grip the toy tightly, and her voice rises in pitch as she cums hard for you, back arching so hard that you're afraid she might hurt herself. "Fucking magical," you praise her as she comes down from her high. You slide up beside her on the bed. She's panting, trying to catch her breath.

"Think you have one more in you, pretty girl?" She asks you. "Yes, ma'am." You reply. She smiles at you before drawing you up to her lips.

She kisses you tenderly, rocking your hips together, creating a delicious friction between your clits. Your previous orgasms have both of you so wet, that you glide along each other with ease.

Your fingers dig into her thighs as you help guide her, pulling her tighter against you. You feel that familiar coil curling deep into your belly, and your head drops to her shoulder as you roll your hips to meet hers.

Natasha wraps a hand around your throat and draws you back to her. There is a glassy look of pleasure in her eyes, but she squeezes just enough to let you know that she's still in charge. "Cum with me." It's not a request, it's a demand, and who are you to deny her when she's making you feel so good?

You cum together. It's hard and messy and absolutely the most amazing feeling you've ever had. You collapse on the bed, and Natasha falls into you, both utterly spent.

Sometime later, when you can both feel your legs, the two of you make your way to the shower. After cleaning each other, you help her change the sheets, and the two of you get tangled in each other's arms and fall asleep.

..............

Six weeks later, you're slipping your hand into Natasha's as you follow her into the Hard Deck on a Friday night. This time, you're not meeting some guy from some app that you deleted ages ago. Instead, your girlfriend is introducing you to her coworkers.

You had already met Bob, her backseater, a few weeks ago because he insisted on meeting you because Nat, or Phoenix as she was known to her friends, couldn't stop talking about you.

Natasha quickly got the two of you a beer before weaving through the crowd to a pool table in the corner.

She takes her time introducing you to each one of them. You smile and wave and try not to be awkward.

"Well, what do we have here? If it ain't Phoenix." A male voice draws out. You turn, and you have to bite your lip to stifle a laugh. "Bagman." Natasha replies flatly. "Always a pleasure, Nix, but what I want to know is who is your friend?" The tall blonde asks.

"This is my girlfriend, jackass, so don't get any ideas." Nat says. "Babe, this is—"

"Jake. Right?" You say cutting her off. "Yeah? How did you know that?" She looks at you with a questioning glance. Jake looks at you equally, confused, trying to decide if you're familiar or not.

"Remember my date that stood me up a few weeks ago, the night we met?" You ask her.

"No. You're kidding." Nat smiles before belting out a laugh. Suddenly Jake's eyes go wide as he connects the dots on who you are.

"Son of a bitch, Bagman, I think I owe you a drink." Nat laughs as you and her other friends join in. Jake's cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Nat wipes a stray tear from her cheek. "But seriously, Jake. Thank you for being a dick. If you hadn't stood her up, I might not have met this amazing woman. Seriously, I owe you one." Natasha smiles at him before pulling you in for a kiss.

............

Eeeekkk! I hope yall enjoyed this! This was my first time writing for Nat! Let me know what you think with a comment or reblog!

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[circebutbetter]

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Hard to describe something ill never miss"

☆my name is Jana/circe!

☆my pronouns are she/her

☆biggest hater of green apples ever ever I HATE THEM THEY SUCK UGHHSGEHE

☆an avid reader and an wven bigger music consumer

☆biromantic/asexual/IN A QPR<3 @garden-of-runar

Transphobes, racists, homophobes, abelists literally anyone who somehow somewhat fits into these catogories is not welcome on this blog<3

Otherwise my ask box is open!

♤Interest(?): marauders, the secret history, a series of unfortunate events, my babysitters a vampire, the hunger games, fnaf, true crime, murders, cannibalism, bugs (although i hate them sigh), makeup, law(?), conspiracies, rabbit holes, weird stuff ™, mythology, MORE STUFF IVE BEEN IN SO MAMY FANDOMS BEFORE SO YES I KNOW LORE 💔

im not weird i promise <3 im very sane and normal☝️☝️

Dislikes: GREEN FUCKING APPLES RAHHHHHHHHH, polos, umum alot of thibgs i js dk how to list them☝️

Music: olivia rodrigo, paramore, flyleaf, wisp, pierce the veil, billie eilish, falling in reverse, mother mother, the living tombstone, my chemical romance, deftones, paramore, nirvana, MITSKI, david bowie<3, alex g, liily, south arcade, sleeping with sirens, black sabbath, YEAH THERES MORE I LISTEN TO BASUCALLY EVERYTHING SIGH

slytherin, child of apollo(cabin 7), entp-t, sag

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@garden-of-runar SIGH GUYS RUE IS LITERALLLYYY THE SUN PERSONIFIED ANDNADN SOSOSO COOL LIKE UM DUDE WHAT AND MY PLATONIC PARTNER <333 AND MY LIKE WIFE/P LIKE RAHHH🩷🩷🩷 MAJOR CHAOTIC ENERGY HIS LIFE IS LITERALLY A MOVIE??( she got stuck in a chait once guys a CHAIR)(The Time Runar Got Stuck Upside Down In A Chair For An Hour ™)

@definitionoffuckup STAR ML HES LIKE LOWKEY AMAZING GUYS has his issues but is literally wonderfuk and deserves everything good and also has no sense of online safety like um☝️☝️andand lowkey one of my favorites on tumblr☝️☝️☝️

@omelettejunkie ethan. Is there anything more to say? Jkjk ethan ,eeth, eef ,spleen , eef the furry and an omelette junkie through and through (theres rumoirs of alcoholism too but hmm☝️☝️) also has the most diverse music taste ive ever met

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I did one of these ages ago, but I thought I would update it since my knowledge and skills have developed 🐦‍⬛🏴‍☠️☠

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESFJ

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Leo Sun, Scorpio Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You had two weddings; one on land and one at sea

・One traditional and one the complete opposite

・It was mostly Elizabeth's idea. But you would happily follow wherever she went anyway

・In saying that, Elizabeth always listens to you and takes your opinion into account.

・(Obviously) going on adventures and finding the most glorious objects. I.e., gold, silver, jewels, and other valuable goods.

・Your favourite piece of jewellery that you found was a necklace that seemed to be apart of a matching pair.

・A marriage with Elizabeth would most definitely involve a life that's full of adventure and excitement.

・As a pirate, as well as a resourceful individual, Elizabeth would constantly put both of you in thrilling journeys and perilous situations.

・She would never make you accompany her, but she would love if you followed her

・Meeting (Captain) Jack Sparrow is one of the things you didn't really think would happen. Elizabeth's stories always seem like they're from another lifetime, which is ridiculous because you've experienced the same amount of danger since meeting Elizabeth.

・When you do meet Jack, he meets your expectations and more.

・Your wife was very honest about him (because you swore to each other to always tell the truth, no matter how much it may hurt the other).

・When you saw Jack in the flesh, he took your hand and kissed the back of it. It ... was on the verge of sleezy you couldn't deny. But he redeemed himself later that day by saving your life (okay well, he was the one to put you in harm's way ... but at least he got you out of it...)

・Whenever Jack tries to pull you into his escapades, Elizabeth is always there to shut it down.

"She's mine, Sparrow. Go get your own wife."

"Ohh, wife... I see it. My apologies..."

・Elizabeth is a fierce partner. She will always stand by your side, ready to support you and protect you no matter what.

・Even though Elizabeth does love being around you, she is a free spirit. The adventures she goes on, she asks if you want to come along but never makes you.

・Living/being married to Elizabeth, is unconventional... and that is putting it mildly. Your home is a grand ship. Cosy, in the Captain's quarters, which overlook the sea behind the boat through big glass windows.

・As her partner, you would likely find yourself breaking free from the constraints of conventional life and embracing a more adventurous and unconventional lifestyle.

・Elizabeth's love and loyalty are unwavering.

・Once Elizabeth says she loves you - that's it, she truly loves you. There's nothing in this world or the next, that could separate you two.

・She would move heaven and earth to find you

・Go to the most influential people and bargain with her soul to get you back.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Elizabeth)

Dumbass (You) x Oh God That’s My Dumbass (Elizabeth)

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Elizabeth)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

HOT TO GO by Chappell Roan

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Elizabeth likes all sorts of sex, and although she hasn't been with many people at all, she is quite kinky.

・Leaving bite marks, hickies on your breasts and thighs; having you lick her finger at the dinner table when she's got something on it (when you're alone obviously)

・She's a soft lover, gentle; touching you with so much love.

・Foreplay is very important; she loves grinding against you. Licking your skin - she feels like she needs to bind your soul with hers.

・The most sex you have is after a raid, or when something dangerous has occured. Almost losing you puts her in panic mode, and when she knows your safe; that hot determination doesn't erase so quickly.

・She needs to feel you; to touch you, caress, lick, bite and suck.

[thelesbianpoirot]

What do u think about Renee Rapp? I thought she was a Chappell lesbian chic kind of bisexual because she used to adamantly correct people and state she was bi she came out as gay in January, is dating a woman and one of her most recent releases was about being in love with her female costar—very cute song. Idk if she’s released anything this year but my friends are super into her music. I think like Roan she makes boring pop and don’t really care for it. It’s cool that so much of it is about women tho. But idk I always feel like if these young women have the guts to come out as lesbians knowing being lesbian and female exclusive isn’t popular and having claimed bi before then maybe they are lesbians? But it’s also been trendy to claim even bi and then admit down the line that they were trying to be trendy/sexy etc. I guess time will tell but either way I think more women need to know about febfems because it would save so much trouble and stop making people think lesbians are ‘fluid’ when the ones that are bi eventually drop the act. Like Kirsten Stewart gets clowned a lot but she’s a perfect example of a thriving febfem even if she’s never used the term.

I don't know who she is, but I can look up in my free time. I'll take your word for it, I am not a big pop fan, but I will give any female popstar a listen. I think some of these women could be lesbians, and some are not. Chapell is not in my book, but I am not an authority on another woman's sexuality, it just seems she was hurt or neglected by multiple men and women are her safe haven to protect herself. "I am not going to date men anymore, men can't make me come, here are sad love songs about men." The signs are all there. Every female popstar identifies bisexual, it is so common it doesn't stand out anymore, I am shocked when a female popstar says she's straight, so I think to stand out, some of the bi female stars say they are lesbians, especially if they are dating women at the time, knowing well they have been and are still attracted to men. Bad relationships with men, either abusive or insensitive make them excited for their relationship with women, they feel actual love from these women and it makes them think they must be lesbians, because men have never treated them so well and they have never felt so connected to a partner. But this is just the affect of some light female Seperatism. Especially since people are abusing the term comphet. I really would like if the term febfem got popular outside of rad orbit because some women really need it. It's not because I think only gold stars are lesbians, it is because you tell who is going to soon start saying lesbianism is limited, we need more men dressed as women, dick, or they are caught with another man. I applaud kristen stewart for continuing to call herself bisexual, and really being an example for bi women who primary date women, so girls can feel more pride in themselves. Same for Michelle Rodriguez the love of my life.

[audrey-carr1]

Good Luck, Baroness

A/N: This is the other side of my Chappell-inspired fic. They are not related to each other except for the fact that they were inspired by Rebecca saying she loves Chappell Roan. For extra feeling, listen to this orchestral cover while reading: Good luck, Babe. It'll help set the mood lol

Summary: At a party, you try to warn Hetty of a life-altering event for her. Hetty alters the trajectory of both of your lives instead.

warnings: fem!reader, Angst, all hurt no comfort, young hetty

word count: 2.5k+

1893

Hetty cannot sleep, or atleast she cannot sleep well. Her mind constantly racing with thoughts and worries. She has tried countless remedies, and nothing seems to ease her troubles. She is not the best mother to her children, she does not have close friends, and her marriage is on the rocks. A stark contrast to when she was younger. Hetty was always being called upon by friends especially one in particular. Your name hangs on the tip of Hetty’s tongue, almost bitter to the taste as she has tried to forget it without much success. A lump forms in Hetty’s throat as she remembers that dreaded night almost 18 years ago. Getting up from her bed Hetty makes her way to her desk and quickly pulls out her stationary. 

1876

You watched as Hetty charms the room of the party. Hetty has always been the better socialite, while you preferred being a wallflower. Your mother always scolded and wondered why you for not putting yourself in the view of potential suitors. It’s not like you could tell her that you and your best friend have been romantically involved for over a year now. 

This night, however, Hetty has not spoken one word to you barely acknowledging your presence. A little fire burns within you as you watch her flirt with the men around her. You hear the orchestra start to play, and you then feel the presence of someone next to you. 

“Excuse me, but I noticed you from across the room and I was wondering if you would like to dance,” The man says. You would like to say No, but you do not want your ear talked off by your mother if she were to find out you declined a possible suitor. You watch as Hetty makes her way to the center of the room to join the other dancers. You plaster the sweetest smile on your face before saying, “ I would love to.” 

The man takes your hand as he leads you to the dance floor, and it’s by chance that you and Hetty are in each other’s line of sight. She finally acknowledges your presence, surprised to find you on the dance floor with someone. You decide it is your turn to ignore her, and you give your attention to your dance partner. You cannot remember if he as introduced himself, but you also cannot bring yourself to care. 

Hetty watches you glide across the room with the ease of a practiced dancer. She snorts to herself as she knows that you hate dancing, at least not with her. A bit of jealousy forms within her as she watches you give your entire attention to him. Her nails dig into her partner’s suit jacket as she watches you smile and bat your eyes at someone who is not her. Hetty realizes her tenseness and takes a relaxing breath. She tries to focus on her own dance partner, but she finds it nearly impossible to break her eyes away from you. She must admit that you do look beautiful tonight. The color of your dress compliments your skin tone, and your is hair curled and pinned in an updo that shows off the delicate features of your face. Even from a distance, Hetty can tell that the light of the room gives your eyes a warmth that could melt glaciers on sight. Hetty is absolutely smitten by your beauty. In her admiration, she notices as your partner’s hand slowly grazes your back, and Hetty’s jaw clenches. Hetty tries to tell herself that she has no right to be jealous. Especially after what she is about to do to you. 

Even still Hetty cannot draw her eyes from you. She has never knew her little wallflower could dazzle the room in such a way. The swell of the music along with her predicament made the room feel a bit stifling. She watched as your dance partner whispered something in your ear, and how you blushed. Hetty now realized why you had would always stare daggers at the men who would do the same to her. Only Hetty wanted to be the one who could make you blush or bring out the melody of your laughter. Hetty quickly shakes her head of her thoughts. She cannot think like that. Not tonight.

The dance soon ends and everyone applauds the musicians. Hetty watches as you excuse yourself and resume your post at the back of the room, and your dance partner going elsewhere. Hetty goes back to her group and continues the conversation from before.

Finally you allow your attentions go back to Hetty, and for a moment you two lock eyes. You smile at her, and she does the same. You both quickly avert your gazes, but in your peripheral you see a man lean in closer to Hetty to whisper something in her hear that makes Hetty cover her mouth hiding her laughter. You sharply inhale at the gesture, but soothe yourself. You know where her loyalty truly lies and it is with you.

Quite frankly you enjoy watching the party-goers, it is much easier to obtain gossip if you are not perceived as a threat. Although, the latest thread of gossip you hear almost causes you to leave the party all together. You have learned that Hetty’s father is considering a marriage between her and Elias to secure a land deal.

A small fire starts inside of you as you want to throttle Hetty’s father and Elias for treating women as property. You wish you could tell them, society, and their rules to screw off, but you knew better. That would only cause shame upon yourself. If it were even to get out that you were attracted to the fairer sex, that would be enough to bring shame and misfortune upon your family. 

While you are so deep in your thoughts you do not see Hetty finally break away from the group that she is been talking with and making her way over to you.

“I wonder if the men I’ve been to talking can feel you stare daggers into them” Hetty says quietly standing next you. You try to hide the surprise from your face.

“I hope they can,” You say quickly, your lips in a slight pout.

“(y/n), stop pouting. You know how these parties work. Nothing has changed, and nothing will change,” Hetty says her eyes scanning the room. There is a beat of silence between you as you ponder if you should tell Hetty now or later. You decide on the former.

“I need to speak with you privately,” You say looking up at her, “It is urgent.”

“Lead the way,” Hetty says wishing she had a bit of wine to settle her nerves. 

The two of you go outside and into the gardens. You spot a bench underneath a tree, and pull Hetty along. 

“What is so important that we must talk so privately?” Hetty asks. 

“You know any other time you would be overjoyed to sneak away. To have a moment  to reach a hand under my dress and have one under yours,” You quip. You see Hetty blush underneath her pale makeup, and you smile to yourself. 

“I pulled you out here, because I have heard some gossip about you that you need to be aware of,” You say in a hushed tone even if you two were the only people around. 

“Well please enlighten me, you know I hate to be kept waiting,” Hetty says.

“I have heard that your father is intending to marry you off to your cousin Elias,” You tell her.

Hetty sits in silence, and you assume it is because she is as stunned as you were when you heard of the arrangement. Hetty clears her throat and avoids your gaze. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as she has never avoided your eyes before. 

“Hetty I did not mean to upset you with this news, I only needed you to know so you were not surprised later,” You explain. 

“I have known,” Hetty says quietly still not meeting your gaze.

“Excuse me?” You say not trusting your hearing.

“I have known of this arrangement. In fact it has already been solidified. Elias is set to propose any day now to make it official,” Hetty says finally meeting your eyes.

Your eyes begin to buzz as your brain tries to process what it is you just heard.

“How long have you known?” You ask. That tiny fire inside threatening to become an inferno. 

“I wanted to tell you sooner it is ju-” Hetty stumbles over her words trying to find the right words to say to not further upset you.

“How long have you known?” You ask again slightly louder. You quickly come to your senses as you remember where it is you are. 

“Six months,” Hetty admits.

“Six months? We’ve been together a year, so that is practically half our relationship,” You stand up quickly and Hetty quickly reaches her hand out to steady you.

“Six months! Hetty that is almost half a year,” You are beyond astonished at the news.

“I am aware how time works, my dear,” Hetty says a bit annoyed. Hetty usually loved how you were always so factual, but in this moment it only shows how poorly Hetty has been treating you. The last thing Hetty wanted was to talk about this predicament let alone talk about it at a party. This is last place she would chosen for a lover’s quarrel if that is what you could call this. 

“Do not “my dear” me. You have been keeping secrets. I tell you everything!” Your voice is edgier now. Raising in pitch as the fire within you blazes.

“Will you please keep your voice down,” Hetty says standing up to face you, “The last thing we need is an audience.”

Hetty sees the fire behind your eyes, and cannot stand to be the one who put it there. Still she maintains her posture, and does not show an ounce of regret.!

“What are you embarrassed? Does our friendship mean nothing to you? Has the last year meant anything to you?”  You ask, and Hetty does not answer. 

You try again, “Do I mean anything to you?”

You tried to ignore the bitter taste in your mouth at Hetty’s continued silence. Hetty tried to keep a strong front, but her resolve was starting to fall. 

“Hetty this is a mistake, you cannot marry him,” You plead grabbing her hands. 

“And whom do you think I should marry instead? You? Don’t be preposterous,” Hetty scoffs quickly freeing her hands from your hold.  

“You do not need to be cruel Hetty,” You say blinking away tears. Hetty does not get to make you cry let alone see it. Not tonight. 

“There is nothing cruel when I speak the truth. What future do we have together? The answer to that question is that we do not have one. What we had was a momentary lapse in judgement and sanity. I wager  a kiss from a boy would be feel better than what I feel for you” Hetty fights back the bile that threatens to rise to the back of her throat.

 She hates fighting with you, but she knows that you are not one to back down easy. The only way to truly break things off is to make the conditions of the “relationship” so unfavorable that you would leave. Even if that was the last thing Hetty wanted you to do. 

“You could kiss hundreds of boys Hetty, and nothing would change and you know that. You like girls and only girls or atleast that is what you told me. So please enlighten me to joy you will feel being under Elias as he ruts on you like some animal,” You say.

The thought of your words alone threaten to make Hetty sick, and she cannot believe agreed to make it your words her future. Still Hetty doesn’t say anything. She knows that you are right but she would never admit it. At least not yet.

You do not wait for an answer before continuing, “Actually this is not your fault. It is my fault for believing anything you had to say, as I have come to realize that you did not mean it. You are selfish and opportunistic. I should have known that you would jump for marriage if money was involved. Elias is not the only one who comes from a wealthy family Hetty.”

“No, you do not get to be a helpless victim. I did not have a choice in this matter. Either I say yes or my family faces financial ruin,” Hetty says. 

The fire inside you is raging. Burning anything that it is its path. “You have a sister. An older sister who is unmarried. She should be the one marrying Elias, not you. That is the rules and you know it, or is that you could not bear to see your sister have a life that you want. You can flaunt that you have do not have choices all you want, but we both know the truth. As a matter of fact, that is what you have been doing. You chose to enter this relationship with me. You chose to lay in bed and spread your legs, and you did not dawdle your time spreading mine. You chose to break my heart now when we could have ended this six months ago. You chose to string me along like toy for six months.”

The fire has engulfed every part of you with no signs of stopping. Your words continue to flow from your mouth with ease, “I should have known this would end badly. but Hetty please know that one day you are going to wake up and realize that you are nothing more than his wife. No longer the boisterous Hetty who charms the room, or the Hetty who is fun. You’ll just be Hetty, Elias the robber barons wife. The conniving, womanizers wife. And when that empty feeling eats at you, just know that I told you so. When you think about where it all went wrong I want you to think back on this moment. You chose this.”

You laugh bitterly to yourself, “I guess it beats being Hetty the lover or Hetty the friend or better yet Hetty the sappho,” You say angrily. 

A crack sounds through the air, and you feel a sting cross your cheek. You place your hand where it stings, and tears well up in your eyes. Hetty’s heart hammers in her chest. She did not mean for it to go this far, she would have never thought to lay a hand on you. Hetty began to feel cornered by your words. Your very truthful words. Hetty looks just as shocked as you are before she tries reaching out for you. She feels her chest crack open as you step back. 

Before you can get too far from Hetty, you see Elias coming down the stairs with a group of people behind him. 

“This cannot be happening right now,” You say under your breath. Your head dips low before coming back up with a mask of indifference. 

“Hetty, I have been looking all over for you,” Elias says once he reaches her. He looks over to you and nods in acknowledgement, and you do the same. You feel your heart begin to pound wildly in your chest as you watch Elias take Hetty’s hand and kneel to the ground. You watch Hetty glance at you and she notices your eyes are trained to her hand. 

“Hetty will you do me the honour of being my wife?” Elias asks with no hesitation. Hetty knows that this sweet act Elias is putting on is only for show for those who are watching. You feel as if all the air has been knocked from your chest. You already know the answer that Hetty will give, and you feel as if you are dying inside. The only thing keeping you from going cold is the raging fire within. Hetty does not delay in answering, and is surprised when Elias kisses her. You hear the cheers of everyone that came to watch the proposal, and you quickly fix your face to match their excitement. You try to leave to go back inside, but Hetty’s hand stops you. You look up to her, and you see a pleading look in her eyes. 

“Elias would you mind if I talked with my friend for a moment? I promise I’ll send your fiance your way when we are finished,” You say trying to disguise my loathing under a tone of sweetness.

“Of course,” Elias says adjusting his suit jacket. He turns on his heel and follows everyone else inside. Once they are inside, you turn to Hetty.

“What is it Hetty? Do you want to me see your ring sparkle in the moonlight? Do you want to giggle like schoolgirls over your upcoming nuptials?” Your tone quickly change from sweet to biting. 

“Please, I do not want to argue anymore,” Hetty pleads tries to interlock your fingers but you pull your hand away. 

“Hetty you do not know what you want, and I am not going to wait around for you to figure it out. Maybe you are right to end things between us, but I also should have had a say. Good night Hetty. Go find your fiance,” You say turning on your heel and entering the party. 

“Y/n…” Hetty says but she is so overwhelmed she does not know what else to say. 

“Good luck, Baroness,” You say walking away for good.

1893

You sit in your office at your desk looking at your blank stationary paper. As an author you rarely found yourself at a loss for words, at least not until now. You had received Hetty’s letter a week ago, and you had told yourself you were not going to read it. After reading it, you told yourself you were not going to respond. Now as you sit in your office chair pen in hand to write a response, you wonder why you are giving yourself such grief over a woman who broke your heart almost twenty years ago.

Caving in you finally push away from your desk, and walk towards the telephone. You take a deep breath as you pick up the receiver and dial the number Hetty had left in her letter. 

Once the call is connected you hear a now mature familiar voice say “Woodstone residence, Henrietta speaking.”

“I told you so,” You say releasing the breath you had been holding.

Hetty knew your voice instantly, and felt years of emotions bubble to the surface. Hetty could barely rejoice that you had telephoned before the line went dead leaving Hetty speechless and alone.

-END-

A/N: It took all of me to not give this a happy ending. Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Ciao

[mrsnancywheeler]

I know this is my third time in your inbox within like 10 minutes but I’m listening to ‘Casual’ by Chappell Roan. Like “Knee-deep in the passenger seat and I’m eating you out is it casual now?” (I changed them slightly) and “I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to the bathroom” and I’m changing the next lyric from parent to partner but “your partner at the table, you wonder why I’m bitter” and “I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself” because he let himself get so attached to you knowing it was just sex

you're all good pookie, I love hearing your thoughts 💋

billy didn't expect to like you as much as he did and expected to just stop seeing you after you've fucked the first time, but next thing he knows he's calling you up about future shows, to ask you if you wanna come to the studio and the rest is history.

except he still insists you're just a groupie, he calls you his girl, but not really his girlfriend (over a year in, when he's in a really good place he tells you he loves you and you're basically unofficially dating anyways) but he really does say that it's casual. you're just his favorite girl to fuck, he likes your personality, for so long he's sending such mixed messages fr.

and he hates that he can't just let you go, that he needs your presence, it was just supposed to be one time and now he wants to see you every damn day.

and like from reader's perspective

"my friends call me a loser cause I'm still hanging around. I've heard so many rumours that I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch."

"you said "we're not together" so now when we kiss I have anger issues"

"and I try to be that chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space. I try to be that chill girl, but honestly I'm not"

"I hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell"

[6leggedhorse]

Mimics: What are they? How to Prevent Them From Running Your Fade? Signs of a Mimic?

Aahhh, TikTok, a recent trend in TikTok is the paranormal phenomenon of Mimics. Mimics are essentially spirits that take the form of you or some else’s voice and or presence and attempts to seek you out or lure you out. You may have heard of them in a game called Phasmophobia or seen videos on TikTok depicting the presence of them. But before get into it, grab your favorite snack and drink, perhaps get your pet, get comfy and let’s dive into these creepy things!

What exactly is a Mimic?

According to a user on the r/paranormal subreddit, a mimic can be described as a phenomenon where you may be alone at home or the person you live with is a completely different spot of the home and you hear their voice, laughter or they’re trying to open your door. This could be left over energy from the home, it could be something much more sinister and or aggressive even. They want to use you for something, whether it is to feed on your energy, feed off fear, whatever their intentions are do not let them lure you into where ever it is they’re at or have them come to you. The more acknowledge the mimic with fear, the stronger it will get. In some cases they can physically manifest into humans; which is extremely bad.

How to Not Get Your Fade Ran

- Don’t answer it: it’s that simple, if you’re home alone or in a different part of the home, and you hear your partner’s voice from the stairway but their in the backyard grilling veggie burgers and listening to Chappell Roan, something is wrong. You hear your own voice? You no didn’t. You hear grandma’s voice but she’s been deceased for a few months and she’s speaking to you in a way that is out of character? No you did not hear anything.

-Don’t show fear: It finds fear to be delicious and rather mouth watering. Showing it fear gives it power, you really need to show no fear but rather bravery and with assertiveness that it needs to get the hell out of the home.

-Cleanse the home: either on your own, with friends and or family or with someone who knows what they’re doing. Now as far as materials go, you don’t have to use Sage, in fact sometimes sage can piss off the spirit. You can try other cleansing materials, invite your deity to help you banish it.

Signs of a Mimic

- energy feels weird/off/strange: the home doesn’t exactly feel like home, it might feel heavy, intense, or even dark.

-hearing familiar voices/noises: pretty self explanatory; if your alone or in different places of the place your at and you know your alone

-Seeing familiar figures: if you see your loved one or roommate or whoever you live with, but their not home but they want you to follow them into a dark place or random place, or just seeing them in general, again ignore it and cleanse the home.

References

Epilouge

I wanted to do something spooky because summer ween is here AND fall is coming! Even though I’m a Yuletide girly myself, summer ween is fun n’ cute. I know this one was rather short and sweet, but a lot of videos or information on these things are either fictional or faked footage. Low key I am a skeptic because it has yet to happen to men even though I’ve experienced creepy things both in a casino, at my parents home and at my home as well. I hope you guys enjoy this one! Hopefully I’ll figure out another blog idea soon lol. Until next time!

[autisticempathydaemon]

Ohmygod I love matchups

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

Too sweet by Hozier ofc ofcm I looove Hozier and the way he sings about relationships 😭 Im like not fixated on a specific lyric, I'm fixated on the wedding bells in the background of the chorus

What is your Enneagram type?

Okay it has been a FUCKTON of time since I looked at that stuff but iirc it was 2? Me being an infp is literally the only thing I can consistently remember bc ADHD brain

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

YESS I listen to them whenever I'm playing Sims or working on something. Any of Jenny Nicholson or Li Speaks’ videos are common for that Nostalgic Essay Stuff. SPECIFICALLY Jenny Nicholson’s jeff the killer fanfiction book video because I OWNED THAT BOOK. I WROTE CREEPYPASTA FANFICTION AND I OWNED THAT BOOK

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I did not have one and I pretended to because everyone else did and I felt weird for not having one

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Imagining being loved and cared for 😭 or whumpy fanfiction scenarios no in-between. But they usually overlap

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I named myself after a character cause I relate ofc but I also named myself echo because it was another birth name in consideration for me and it feels like… whimsical

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

ITS STILL “FLIRTY VAMPIRE LOSES CONTROL” BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH SCENES WHERE THE HUMAN PARTNER OF A “MONSTER” CHARACTER IS DIRECTLY CONFRONTED WITH THEIR MONSTROUS TRAITS AND LOVES THEM ANYWAY.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Gavin </3 I am simply not a sexual person and it puts me off a bit lol

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

This spectacular show called dramaworld about a girl whos obsessed with kdramas and gets sucked into the world of them, but not in a “the events are real” way, in a “the entire world is a setup for the same characters to go through various plots, forgetting and falling in love over and over again” and it's hilarious and it's such a comfort show even though I can't watch it anywhere anymore I don't think. The main romance is top tier. It's so funny. And the stakes and plot twists are actually pretty good

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Probably Sam? I want him to be my dad. I have issues.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

Apparently when I'm half asleep I start talking about horses? But when I'm still conscious, I mostly talk about like. Vampires mostly.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

doritos dinamita and mountain dew yes I am basic

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

I don't have favorite playlists so much as I play 4-6 songs over and over on repeat until I'm sick of them. Currently, those songs are too sweet by Hozier, no more birthdays by sophie may, and Every Chappelle Roan Song.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

I love bad romance novels the more ridiculous and bad, the better. kresley cole's immortals after dark are fun to make fun of (no. Hate if you like them)

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

Uhhh my favorite form of interaction is parallel play. irl or digital, in a digital sense it means “we're liveblogging two separate things we're doing at the same time” lmao

- Asher-Echo/vampire-bite

Ooh, there’s a lot of good info to consider here. Initially, it was hard because I find Type Two’s easily compatible with most of the Redacted bois, but what said about “not being a sexual person” made it easy to choose Ollie for you.

Because he has never and will never get a BA, I love to headcanon Ollie as either asexual, low-libido, or both, so that’s one reason I think he’d be a good match for you. I also love that y’all would like so many of the same things like open-world games, bad/silly romance novels, and spending time with one another without the pressure to actively interact or engage with each other. (Also creepypastas. I love to headcanon Ollie as a horror, creepypasta fiend, given he grew up on the internet around when Jeff the Killer came to be.)

Every day with Ollie would be so comfortable and domestic, so sweet. Like, on a long weekend like this one if you’re American, I can see y’all spending it at home, a little staycation. He’d be in the other room or one end of the couch reading, and you’d be on the other reading one of your romance novels. Cattywumpus would be on your lap, because you’re his favorite. Your music is playing in the background, and you both stop what you’re doing to dance to “Hot to Go!”, because Ollie would totes love Chappell Roan.

Song:

Spillin' wine and homemade drinks/ We throw a cheers, the worries sink/ Damnit, it's so good to be alive/ We know that we don't got much/ But, then again, it's just enough/ To always find a way for a good time

Ollie strikes me as the type of guy who loves simple, feel-good, folk-esque music, someone being honest and emotional with a guitar. That’s one reason I like this song for y’all and can imagine it shuffled with yours as y’all hang out. The other is that this love song is sweet, catchy, simple just like Ollie~

Runner-ups:

Your love of the Sims and cheesy paranormal romance novels compels me to give you Elliott as a runner-up, because he could bring the things you read and create to life in your dreams, and that’d be so fun! In contrast, your Enneagram type and identifying yourself as nonsexual makes me want to pair you with Cam who gives me an asexual, easily affectionate vibe.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[lundenloves]

i have no clue what your flavour of music is but i present you with mY mix of music, good luck lunden, i love u no matter what

pussy pop:

Chappell Roan's pink pony club, good luck babe, naked in manhattan... all bops, all FUCKING BOPS. anything by her. BOP. she is the definition of girly pop slay queen ok i am SORRY

When I Rule The World by Liz saw it on a bimbo playlist that's it, sold. slap it on the fridge. frame it. telling my mother about it.

Please Please Please by Sabrina Carptenderein in honour of u meeting Sabrinas bf. smash.

Fuck it, Celine Dion. take it OR LEAVE IT.

i like the way you kiss me by artemas

I am depressed today:

WILDFLOWER by Billie Eyelash

Picture You by Chappell Roan (i am actively writing ghost wanking it during sad boy hours to this song, its great... for me not him)

tolerate it by taylor swift, i am not a swiftie but this song slaps so hard it got me crying in the club on numerous occasions

i want to be a middle aged father who wears leather studded vests:

literally only made this section so i could tell u to listen to Sabaton. Preferably their song The Last Stand. Its metal. Its gothic. Itssssssss i am edgy but would like to understand the lyrics and would not like to die from screamo music.

i want to live in rural america and stare into the mountainside as my partner drives me through winding roads while i feel a glimpse of nostalgia even though i grew up in the city:

Noah Kahan. Dial Drunk.

man, i just cant stop being despressed:

ur so pretty by wasia project

two by sleeping at last

MITSKI AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Nothing's new by rio romeo

pussy popped 2 hard and now i am just in a fucking musical phase, ok JUST LET ME BE!:

No Longer You by EPIC. Similiar vein all of it. its poppy, its up and coming. it was all i listened to for a week straight.

Vioila by Barbara Pravi (i love eurovision)

World by Zeph (its only like a minute long ok, but it s'cute)

Je te laisserai des mots. fkn french. FUCK.

#holy fuck im drunk #anyway # enjoy #or dont # but if you dont #i will #CRY #thanks # THANKS.

how do i sign this off.

FUCKING FUCK love L! <3

dude. i severely love my anons so much, you people actually bring me through the deeeeeeepest bouts of depression sometimes and make me laugh everyday 🫂

in honour of music sharing under this format you have sent me (which is 100999% interesting i fucking LOVE seeing what other people listen to) i will share my own thoughts on music 141 style.

for reference i am a midwest emo, folk punk, screamo, metal, country music, grime rap, 60’s floorfillers and beatles vs stones, tøp hello tumblr, oasis v blur and britpop, green day mosh pits and everything else other than opera enjoyer ALAS i have my favourites.

ahem.

- i’m making a different post about this 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😭😭😭😭

i’ll link it here once i’m done

[lastlight-inn]

💜🩷🤍 🫶

💜 Purple: Name one song you're listening to while writing your next/current fanfic. How or why does it help the writing process?

HAHAHAHAHAHH oh, anon you've opened up the biggest can of worms😈

SO one thing to get out of the way is that I do NOT have an ear for lyrics. My partner makes fun of me for it, frequently. But given I started writing a bard-centric fanfic, I wanted what I included to make sense in some capacity (esp with the WIPs I haven't published yet for reasons people will hopefully see before I die).

Writing has been very hard atm so I don't have one song I've been focusing on for You're At The Top of My Lungs. But! I do have songs that I've been listening to for WIPs and also some fun stuff for future chapters that have already been written for YATTOML.

So...for the WIPs? It's still Very loosey-goosey atm AND this song literally just came out but "The girl, so confusing version with lorde" by Charlie XCX has been on repeat the past few days because it's a bop but also because I've been associating with a Modern AU with Gale x Tav but they WEREN'T childhood friends beforehand. The lyrics have nothing to do with it, but the song feels linked to them, now. It be like that sometimes.

Similarly, for YATTOML a song that accidentally became attached to a chapter is Femininomenon by Chappell Roan. I'll probably mention it in the chapter notes once the chapter is posted, but I have yet to decide if I'll put it in the fic's playlist or not. Again, lyrics have nothing to do with it but there's a lot of action in this particular chapter where the flow and energy of Femininomenon just fits.

Lastly, there's a Modern College AU that I've been trying to solidify that I have an entire album that's...perfect. But if I had to share One song it's Love by Hana Vu. I recommend her whole album, Romanticism to everyone. I like imagining that Poppy could have written this album, it fits her so well.

anyway...that's ONE question lmao let's get to the others.

🩷 Pink: Do you find a certain character (or characters) easy to write? More difficult -- and if so, do you avoid writing that character (or those characters) when possible?

Honestly? I have a hard time writing most of the rest of the party. I think I've said this in an AO3 comment or tumblr tags or something but I find it very difficult to Not start every sentence Karlach says with "Hey Soldier!" and every sentence Astarion says with "Darling." This can be fixed if I go on youtube and watch dialogue videos for all the other characters but I just...don't. Maybe the lack of Lae'zel in my fic also shows how idk how to write her 💀. I try to include the group as best I can because Gale x Tav doesn't happen in a vacuum but I definitely avoid writing the others lmao. I just want to listen and stare at our resident wizard hehe.

🤍 White: What's a fanfic scenario or idea you'd like someone else to write so that you can read it?

Gods. Hrm. So many of the scenarios I have in my head are so Poppy x Gale centric that I can't imagine other people writing them. But generally I would love more Modern AUs. There's a lot of Gale x Tav bg3 story/game playthrough fics out there and (if I can share a hot-take) an over-saturation of them. A little ironic/hypocritical coming from someone writing one of those very fics but ah whatever. No shade at all to anyone trying to write those fics, please please do it. The best thing I've done for myself this year is start writing about my Tav and Gale. Get those words out. Post it. Keep writing and keep posting. Don't let one millennial on the internet tell you what to do lmao.

Most of the Modern Gale fics I've seen are professor Gale x student Tav. Granted, I don't expand my reading horizons into many other relationship combinations (I read some Bloodweave here and there) but that's the go-to Modern AU because his good ending in bg3 is Gale becoming a professor (and professors are HOT!!). It's why I'm excited about my Modern College AU. I've very recently been inspired by The Season by Linnetagain and have been considering Actor Gale x Musician Poppy for that aforementioned "Modern AU with Gale x Tav but they WEREN'T childhood friends beforehand" I've been thinking about with Charlie XCX in the background. I have a hard time with making other Modern AU situations happen because of reasons I'll get further into in the next ask I have in my inbox (coming shortly) but in short, Poppy is a Very Very old OC and she has Always been a musician. I have a hard time inserting her anywhere else.

Anyway, PUT THAT WIZARD IN SITUATIONS!!! Gimme that yummy Modern AU goodness.

[foolishfern]

omg i love that we’re bffs now !!

what concert did you guys go to? concert dates are so fun ahhh

that leads me on to my next question: what artists do both of you both listen to?

ooo what musical did you guys go and watch? i love live theatre

i hope you both have fun on your trip !!

do you have any other dates planned soon?

🫶🏻

I’m making the friendship bracelets as we speak. What are your favourite colours? 😙

We went to see James Marriott. We both love him an embarrassing amount. It was incredible, the vibes were insane and we had so much fun.

She listens to a lot of stuff I’m not huge on. But we both like hozier (a given for gays) Chappell roan, The who, Megan thee stallion, phoebe Bridgers, typical basic sapphic stuff. But her main preference is Kpop, which I can’t really get into, but I did take her to a kpop club night to prove I wasn’t just a hater.

We saw The Rocky Horror Show. 10/10 it was brilliant. The whole cast was perfect, even the narrator was an amazing fit for it.

Thank you !! It’ll be my first holiday in over 7 years and my first with a partner.

We’ve been trying to brainstorm plans. We really want to go pottery painting, and we might be going to the pride parade in the city near us. A majority of the time we just come up with things on the day.

(Also feel free to tell me about yourself if you like !! )

[criedoverspiltmilkz]

So Hello…

I admit, a 4 year hiatus suddenly and without warning is probably not good ill-advised. I sort of, well…

I forgot. I literally forgot I had a blog. Crazy, I know! But true. There were also a lot of other things that happened in my life that have led me to where I am now. Whoops I guess? I had 3 kids, bought a house and adopted 2 kittens honestly, have been through it for the last couple years. Coming out of an abusive relationship, discovering I’m autistic, meeting the love of my life, getting a job, accepting who I really am and getting ready to start university really takes a toll on you. I’m getting there. But hey, you live and you learn. You’re due an updated about me…

ABOUT ME

I’m Milk/Kass, I will go by either. I use he/they pronouns and I label myself as nonbinary. I’m 19 and live in the UK. I like to travel, play games of all varieties and cook for the most part. I don’t really have a favourite colour but if I had to choose I would probably say red.

I play dungeons and dragons when I’m able and have been running campaigns for over a year (it’s a whole thing). It really opened my eyes as to what I want to do for the rest of my life. I’m a gamer through and through and designing games is for me. I also do art. I promise I have improved. I love telling stories in any form I can, whether it be acting , writing or drawing. I guess you can say I’m a creative at heart.

I don’t really keep track of my personality types anymore but I like to keep my irl circles quite small and I struggle to keep up contact with people, making it difficult to maintain some friendships. I’m open to talk most of the time although I am extremely busy with my job at the moment. I like to have specific schedules and struggle when things change.

I love burritos, like so much. Especially pork burritos. Or char siu bao buns. Or my partner’s mum’s shepherd’s pie. If I had to pick a favourite savoury food…those would be my top three. My favourite sweet treats are probably maple pecan plaits, hot cookie dough and pistachio chocolates. I’m very partial to a lemon iced tea at the moment as well and will rarely say no to a diet pepsi (NOT COKE).

I listen to a lot of music but my current favourite artists are Chappell Roan, Jesse Detor, Taylor Swift, Twenty One Pilots and Conan Gray. I don’t think that list will change too much. My favourite songs right now are Peter (Taylor Swift), Red Wine Supernova (Chappell Roan), Backslide (Twenty One Pilots) and Mirror (Jesse Detor).

As I mentioned before, I enjoy playing games. Some of my recent plays include Baldur’s Gate 3, Beacon Pines, Stray Gods, Paper Mario: A Thousand Year Door, Tears of the Kingdom, Mario Odyssey and a LOT of Pokemon games. I also collect Pokemon cards (gambling).

I don’t watch much anime anymore (due to not having time) but I am STILL a fan of haikyuu and mha. I don’t think that will ever change. I’m currently watching Criminal Minds for the first time and it’s very fun to watch. Voltron: Legendary Defender will always have my heart too.

I don’t know how active I’ll be but I will try. That’s all anybody can do.

[k-atsukibakugou]

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pseud — io/mercury/merc/gwen + pet/nicknames will get u a kiss

age — 22

pronouns — she/her/hers

sexuality — lesbian ⚢ i talk ab my partner a lot in my speaking tag, i do not have a tag specifically for them so if you don't want to see that it will be easiest to unfollow or filter my speaking tag

mbti — infj-a

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astrology — ☼ gemini | ☽ capricorn | ↑ virgo | ☿️ gemini | ♀️cancer | ♂️cancer

favourites — fav albums/artists: red (taylors version), starfucker deluxe, ashnikko, hayley kiyoko, peach prc, guts, carla wehbe — fav movies: saw franchise, jennifers body, gone girl, he's not that into you, double jeopardy, how to lose a guy in 10 days — fav books:/authors: gone girl, junji ito, sylvia plath, you by caroline kepnes, othello — fav food: tomato pesto gnocci, vanilla frosting, salad when EYE make it, anything guzman y gomez

currently — reading: emily dickinson, uzumaki by junji ito — watching: bnha season 6, criminal minds — listening: carla wehbe; chappell roan & slayyter — watchlist: chainsaw man; dungeon meshi

likes — uquiz!!!!!!! my piercings, the colour pink, spiderman, until dawn, chai lattes, horror movies, apple lychee martinis, mango loco monster, mountains, times new roman, poetry & web weaving

dislikes — men, customer service, sticky floors, sleeping with socks on, rose perfume, winter, star wars & bbq flavoured chips

misc — i love flirting with my friends, i have the too much gene, PLEASE ask me about my writing spreadsheets/statistics, middle child behaviour, The Spare to my cat, i'm learning tarot & attempting to relearn japanese

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blog birthday — april 26, 2022

updated: 20/09/2024 [dd/mm/yyyy]