#no but actually though. she’s always like ‘you sound like you’re thriving to me!’

[itspileofgoodthings]

i love my counselor because she refuses to pry. don’t even know if she knows that’s an option, I have so rarely met a person who stays so thoroughly in her lane.

[foodiegoogie]

request for james potter x sunshine gf? like yapper x yapper <3

note: thank u for requesting my sanny angel <3 i was so excited to write this when i got ur req hehe :P thanks 4 being so patient as well !! hope u like this :P

paint me a picture

james potter x fem!reader ✮ 2.2k cw/tags: established relationship, that ‘couple paints each other’ trend on tiktok, MOO DENG CAMEO, tooth-rutting fluff mayhaps? and a lil crack :>

If you were ever put in a situation where you’re stuck in a room full of complete strangers, chances are that you’d strike up a conversation with one, two, or a handful of people no matter how off-putting they might seem as a stranger. You had a knack for talking people’s ears off, your mouth running faster than your brain ever did—spewing word after word before you could even finish your train of thought. 

Frankly speaking, you were well-aware that your talkativeness came across as annoying to most people. It was a hard pill for you to swallow, because you really, really liked to talk to people. You thrived in sharing your interests and whatever it was that came to your mind with other people. But the pressure was immense, and society—cruel, so you had to make do and shut your mouth if you could handle it. 

When you met James, however, it was like one of those cliché moments in movies—the ones about destiny and fate and soulmates. Because who knew that you’d find your match in being a chatterbox in someone as charming, and lovely as him? 

James Potter, in all his bumbling, comical, and boyish glory, did not stray away from you from the very first sign that gave away your talkative nature. 

And it appeared that he wasn’t planning on ever doing so in the near future. 

“Oh, but have you seen the one of her biting that zookeeper’s leg? She’s so adorable– I can’t!” You gushed as you filled in the gaps of James’ uncolored ears—the James in your portrait, not your actual James—with brush strokes of warm, chocolate brown paint.

The real-life James who sat across from you chuckled softly at your enthusiasm. “I know, right? She’s a little troublemaker, that one. I’d steal her away if I could.”

“Me too, me too,” Your vehement agreement amuses your boyfriend. “Gosh, what I wouldn’t give to have a hippo as a pet!”

James’ nose wrinkles, as if in distaste, at your statement. “Wouldn’t that be hard though? They’re always covered in mucus, and they’re always underwater. Hippos are a little high-maintenance if you really think about it.” 

“Respectfully, James, I never asked for your opinion.” 

James’ mouth hangs open in shock, his hand frozen as it holds a paintbrush in front of his own canvas of his portrait of you. 

“I can’t believe you’d say that to me,” He fakes a sob, shaking his head in disbelief. “I thought we had something special, love.” 

You sigh, going along with his act. “I’m sorry it had to come to this, Jamie. You know how I feel about pets.”

“So that’s just it, then? You’re leaving me for a hippopotamus?” James cracks his voice at the end of his lamenting, hand flying up to cover his mouth, suppressing his “sobs.”

It was getting admittedly hard for you to keep up the act, though. But you persevere.

“It’s nothing personal, James. I swear,” Your voice wavers at the end, the start of an uprising laughter in your throat.

“Do you, actually?” 

You count what seems to be like five seconds of you and your boyfriend just staring at each other. It was almost as if James was challenging you to break. Ironically, you were starting to think that you were going to. 

But then he beats you there as you watch his face split into a wide grin, his canines doing nothing to quell his boyish handsomeness. Your boy always looked good, but he looked especially nicer when he was happy, smiling. 

Laughing, too, most of all. James had the kind of laughter that sounded like a wind chime when a breeze passed by, making you feel light and floaty as if on a cloud. He also had the kind of laughter that you just couldn’t help but join in, and share the moment with him.

“Absolutely nothing,” was what he would say whenever you asked him what you wanted to do together. 

But if you asked him what you’d want to talk about? James would say, “Absolutely everything.”

“Now I can’t remember what I was supposed to do!” You exclaimed, your laughter dying down to soft, involuntary chuckles as the lighthearted air of James’ relentless quips lingers between you both. “If my portrait turns out wonky, I’m blaming you.”

James’ grin could only grow with pride. He always loved to make you laugh. “Hey, that’s not fair. I only asked if–”

“No, don’t start again!” You rushed to stop him, pursing your lips to contain yourself.

“I haven’t even said anything,” He beamed at you, unashamed of how cheeky he was being. 

“You were gonna!” 

Your boyfriend shakes his head resolutely, pushing his glasses up his nose with a careful finger. “No, I wasn’t!”

“Top ten things a liar would say.”

James scoffs, affronted. “Top ten things an unfair person would say.”

You tut, shaking your head disapprovingly. “You need to come up with your own comebacks, you know.”

“Well, hey– it’s not my fault I decided to date the loveliest, most creative, most swell girl ever in the entire world,” Your boyfriend reasons, his million-dollar smile ever present on his lips.

You feel your face grow warm by his words. Even after a year (and counting) of being with James romantically, you could never quite get used to his praising you. But that had been the deal—if you couldn’t get used to it, then he’d have to do it more often so that you would eventually get used to it.

So, you clear your throat, returning your attention back to the task at hand: painting a portrait of your boyfriend. James can see right through your feigned indifference, but mirrors your actions with his own painting. 

“‘Swell?’” You place the finishing touches of your painting of James on your canvas. There’s colours of red, brown, orange, yellow, and all its shades from the most subtle to the most vibrant. You’re not really a painter, you’re more of an appreciator of paintings. But you hoped that the message would get through to your boyfriend—to you, he was love and warmth personified. 

He shrugs in response, eyes glimmering with mirth as he works on his own portrait of you. You couldn’t help but wonder what he had drawn and painted of you. The anticipation was high. “Yeah, you’re swell.” 

“Where’d you get that from?” 

“Er,” James scratches behind his ear with his free hand. “Sirius.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I knew it.” 

Your boyfriend spares you a glance over his canvas, and you meet eyes with your smiles mirroring each other. James hears you snicker as you turn back to your painting, and the dimples in his cheeks deepen.

“Alright, I think… I’m done,” You lean back against your chair, observing your portrait of James with criticising eyes—though not necessarily criticising the muse of your painting, but rather the painting you’d done yourself. 

Real-life James from across you makes a humming sound. “I think… I am, too.” 

“So, who’s going first?” The pair of you chorus, then laugh.

“Ladies first?” Your boyfriend asked.

You consider it for a moment, eyes never leaving your painting as you continue to observe it. You were afraid of mucking it up further than how messy it looked now to you, so you refrain from making any more adjustments. 

“Uh… no. I think it’s best if you go first,” A rueful smile graces your lips. 

James sighs, and you just know he’s downplaying his own efforts before the painting is even shown to you. “Alright, then. Here we–”

“—Also because I think we should save the best for last,” You rushed to say, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him.

Your boyfriend’s eyes go comically wide, and as you do your evil cackling, he scoffs indignantly. “I see how it is. Well, feast your eyes upon my greatest creation of all time–!”

James grabs his canvas by the sides with careful hands, then flips it around so the front of his painting is finally facing you. 

Behind the canvas, the artist—your boy—has his gaze fixed on your face, waiting for any sign of a reaction. In truth, he’d be devastated if you didn’t crack a smile or gasp! “This is amazing, James! I love you with my whole heart!” 

But he’s also aware that he wasn’t Van Gogh or Picasso, so he should be cutting himself some slack. But damn it all if he doesn’t get your stamp of approval on his painting of you—the most beautiful work of art he’s ever seen. 

Said “beautiful work of art he’s ever seen” now sits across from him, rendered speechless—which was out of the ordinary, so you had James worried. You did expect something “humble” to come out of his work, something worth placing in the Louvre museum that would rival the Mona Lisa, and something you’d both argue over like, “James, this is amazing!” and he’d respond, “Nah, I could do better.” 

Well, your expectations were met, but they had exceeded you by a lot. A lot, a lot. 

The background of the portrait is painted in a pastel, sky blue colour, adorned with symmetrically shaped clouds in white. And there’s that sun in the corner of the canvas, a smiley face drawn on it, too—a staple in a child’s painting. 

But it didn’t stop there; alongside the clouds were some painted flowers. There were daisies, your favourite. Tulips, also your favourite. There were little bees and butterflies and hearts all around, there was so much going on in the background of the painting that you didn’t know which to pay attention to.

Though you did know, realistically, which to pay attention to. It wasn’t in the birds and the bees painted haphazardly across the background—in the middle of the painting was a rather messier variant of you. You in your candid, cozy glory, donning your jumper. The curve of your jaw, the size of your eyes. James had managed to capture you in your likeness. You could see yourself in the painting. 

Most of all, however, you’re speechless of the fact he’d managed to capture you beautifully. Have you always looked like this to him? Is this what he sees every time he looks at you? Is this what he sees now as he looks at you?

“Erm, do you–“ James clears his throat, his fingers drumming against the sides of his canvas as he held it up in front of you. He was anxious because you still hadn’t shown any reaction whatsoever in the span of half a minute. “is it that bad?” 

A lighthearted jest. Probably to dissuade the brewing anxiety in his mind from your lack of a reaction. His leg was already starting to bounce restlessly from under the table. He’s thankful that you’re unable to see that, at least. 

“‘Bad?’” 

“Yes, ‘bad.’” A beat passes. “Is it?” 

You shake your head at once, having gathered your bearings after all. A smile slowly starts to make its way onto your face. “It’s not bad. Not at all, James, this is–“ 

James doesn’t know what to do now, if he’s being honest. He wishes you could just come out and say it in his face that he was a trash painter, and that his portrait belonged in the dumps. He’d rather that than wait in agony—

“It’s so nice,” You finally manage to say, your voice dripping with fondness for him. His heart skips a beat at the sight of your smile—all sweet and pretty and lovely, so lovely. So loving. 

“Really?” James gains a smidge of his confidence back with your reactions. “You like it?” 

“Like it? I love it!” You abandon your chair, rounding the table to tackle him into a hug, planting a loud smack of a kiss on his cheek. “You made me look so pretty! Best boyfriend ever!” 

Said boyfriend feels like he could melt in your arms right now, but he returns your affections by tightening his own arms around your waist, pulling you down so that you sit on his lap. 

“‘Best boyfriend ever?’ Now that’s a title I can get behind,” He chuckles, grinning widely up at you as you did the same at him. Two birds of a feather, their love mirrored in one another’s eyes, and hearts. 

Long story short, when you show your portrait to James, he makes sure to let you know that he loves it. Absolutely, indubitably adores it. He declares that he’ll frame it and hang it up in his room. He’ll contact local historians to let them know that, “Hey, I think we’ve got another revolutionary artist in our time and it’s my girl.” 

(He also makes a few comments of how you “didn’t quite get his nose right” and how “his hair looked exaggerated in your painting” and that that was “hair-racist.” What?)

At the very end of your date night, the pair of you decide to paint another picture—a third to add to your collection—but this time around, it included the two of you, with a grubby look of a house beside you both, three other little people, some dogs here, some cats there, and then some. 

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[grimm-writings]

Can I please request a namari x shy female dwarf reader.

The reader is shy but admirers namari from afar ( especially her muscles😍). And namari likes to make her flustered. caging her against the wall, flexing her muscles.

(THERE ARE NO NAMARI X READERS ANYWHERE 😭😢🥺 SHE NEEDS LOVE TOO!)

sweet thing

…ft! namari x fem! reader

…tags! fluff, headcanon format, reader is a dwarf

…wc! 1150

…notes! namari my darling my dearest!!!!!!!! my biggest flex is that her english va clocked me being extremely normal on main for their performance of her 😶 . twice . 

Is anyone immune to Namari let’s be real here.

She may not have the most stellar reputation because of her father, but that doesn’t stop her from thriving where she can.  Under Mr. Tansu’s employ, she’s been making a better name for herself!

Namari knows what she wants in a partner but she falls apart in actually trying to communicate that.  She can be rather shy herself!

When it comes to you, though, she’s determined to make you see that she’s serious about you.  Your anxiety overwrites her own!

…That doesn’t mean she won’t go to Kiki and Kaka and ask for advice on how to woo you.  She still is pretty shoddy at that.

Honestly, you were mortified when Namari suddenly approached you one day and started talking to you as if you were any other buddy she hung out with.  You hardly speak.

Sure, she’s noticed you staring at her from across the bar, and you tend to be somewhere around the corner when she’s in public, but honestly she couldn’t be mad at it!

How can she, when every time she shoots a big grin at you, you immediately flush red and hide your face from her?!  You’re just adorable!

Namari asking you out is her avoiding eye contact as she tries to ‘casually’ ask you if you want to get some dinner together.  Once you’re out of earshot, she’s pumping her fist and celebrating to herself.  She scored a cutie like you!

“So, see you tonight?” Namari cocks her head to the side as she smiles at you.  Trying to play it cool is tough.  She has no idea how others do it without exploding on the inside. Your smile is enough to make the butterflies in her stomach fly more freely.  “I… yeah, tonight!”  You nod and grin, turning on your heel to walk away. Once you’re a number of steps away, you stop as the sound of whooping and cheering fills the air just when select conversations die down in volume.  Loud and clear, you hear Namari celebrate asking you out. You turn to her, eyes bulging in embarrassment, and Namari mirrors your expression. She tries to brush it off as soon as possible by sending you a thumbs up.  “S-Sorry!  Just real excited!” You can’t help but giggle.  Who knew she’d be such a funny person too.  “As am I!”  You call back before returning on your way with a dumbstruck grin.  “As am I…”

Once you’re officially an item, Namari is a super loving partner!  She has her boundaries – such as no PDA around her employers – but when you’re in private this dwarf is all over you.

She gets over the sheepish, unsure wall she previously found it difficult to pass through the more comfortable she gets around you.

Yep, this woman loves to tease.  She’ll pick up on things she couldn’t before now that she has the knowledge you’re attracted to her.  Oh, you were staring at her so often because you like her muscles?  Aw, how cute?  Wanna touch?

Take all the time you need to stare as she pushes you up against the wall with a grin.

She’s still pretty easy to fluster herself if you know what to do though.

(LEGS.  USE YOUR LEGS, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.)

Her favourite nicknames to use for you are “my girl” and “sweet thing”.  Your hers, and you’re awfully sweet to boot!

Namari opens her arms wide for you as you run into her embrace.  Her hugs are always the tightest, warmest.  If she weren’t so gentle with you she would have noogied you by now. Instead, she instead wraps her arms around your waist and picks you up.  You squeak and cling onto Namari’s shoulders as she swings and twirls you around in a circle and then places you down on your feet again. Your giggles are always so musical to the other dwarf’s ears.  It’s great to be home. “So,” she releases a breath of laughter with you, “how’s my girl been doing while I was away?”

Since dwarves probably grow body hair pretty frequently, Namari and yourself probably take a lot of days to have self care days!

(I am whispering directly in your ear, reader.  Shave your legs in front of her.  Do that and she’ll be sent to another dimension and the higher ground will be yours.)

If you’re too shy to be too personal with her, Namari understands, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try and help you out of your comfort zone with baby steps.  She’s super encouraging that way!

…Though if you’re like me and prefer a woman with some body hair then you better let her know before these self care days!  There’s some motivation for ya.

She’s so endlessly proud of you if you do end up standing up for yourself.

But depending on what you do…

Namari is quite privy to how people tend to talk about her at this point.  Even from across the tavern she can sense the sneering and gossipy whispers of a group in a booth further away. You worriedly glance at the group and then back at Namari.  “Aren’t you going to do anything?” “No point,” Namari sighs with a shrug.  “I’m used to it.” She goes to take another bit of her drink.  You ball your fists together.  She shouldn’t be. Namari stutters in confusion at you when you push the barstool out and hop off, marching over to the group.  She’s so surprised she couldn’t take the chance to stop you. “Do you have anything better to do?”  You ask the group.  They stop to stare at you.  Namari is sure that you’re about to stutter and shy away from the glares you’re being given, but you don’t. One of the people speaks up, “what, like you aren’t hanging around her?  Drinking an’ hardly speaking with anyone else!” “Namari spent all day in the dungeon actually making a living for herself.  She deserves a break.”  You remain steadfast, crossing your arms.  Even if you’re smaller than a lot of other races, you still use your bigger proportions to your advantage.  “And you’re here just day drinking?  I don’t see any spoils, armour or weapons under your table…  Goodness, what might your families say?” You soon return to Namari’s side to leave the assholes to ruminate in guilt.  Your girlfriend’s mouth is in an ‘O’ shape as she keeps her eyes on you.  You glance up at her, your shyness returning.  “W-Was that too much?” “Too much?”  Namari repeats.  “Sweetie, that was the most badass thing I’ve ever seen!” “H-Huh?”  There you go, flushing red again. Namari takes your hands in her own, squeezing them.  “Whaddya know, you ended up being my hero today!” The grin she gives you is the happiest you’ve ever seen her.  She really loves you, you know?

[7s3ven]

UNDER THE MASK pt 1 - collecting samples. recoms (avatar)

IN WHICH… the marine recoms find out the scientist they’ve been teasing for about a month now has more to offer than they thought.

Notes: scientist! recom! reader, a little suggestive, indecent jokes from the recoms (just a bunch of flirtatious, inappropriate jokes from the recoms tbh)

( includes fike, mansk, quaritch, brown, and lyle )

series list

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You didn’t asked to be revived in the form of a Na’vi body. You thought the RDA was only taking a precaution when they asked you to consent to the program. You didn’t expect to actually wake up after your death in an entirely new body.

You were one of the only scientists brought back from the dead; there were seven of you in total. The rest were military soldiers.

You didn’t remember much about your old life. Though, it wasn’t really yours to begin with. You just had the memories of a woman.

Your sole purpose on Pandora remained largely the same after your revival. You continued to dedicate your life to science and medicine as the faint memories of your old life swirled around in your mind.

You were the first recombinant to be brought back. The RDA thought it was best to revive the scientists before the soldiers. They were right. You were much calmer than they expected, fascinated by your new blue skin and swishing tail. A year later, the soldiers were revived.

You were expecting to remain uninteresting to them. After all, they never paid you much attention when you were human. But you had Grace to blame for that. She always swiftly hid you when Colonel Miles Quaritch and his team walked by, knowing the Marines had a taste for women who looked and acted like you.

Unfortunately, as one of the only females in the operation, the soldiers noticed you a lot more. Ja and Prager only sent you lazy smiles as you passed, fully intent on letting you do your thing, but five other military recoms were a nuisance to your daily life.

The annoying military Recombinants—Quaritch, Lyle, Mansk, Fike, and Brown—were a rough bunch, the kind of men who thrived in the presence of violence. You were the complete opposite of them, preferring the quiet lab and rarely ever talking back. The difference between you and them couldn’t have been more obvious, and boy, did they love to remind you.

You were no stranger to wandering glances. You noticed them back when you were human. Yet, you still felt uncomfortable when the Marine recoms stared at you.

Every time you passed by their little group, they turned silently, their gazes watching your every move. Today was no different from that. You clutched the data pad in your left hand as you strolled through the base, on your way to the science lab once again. You noticed the dreaded group almost immediately; they were laughing pretty loud after all.

They were all leaning against the wall, exchanging teasing remarks. Mansk was the first to spot you. He whispered to his teammates and the mood suddenly shifted. Your ears pinned against your head in annoyance as you passed them, feeling their eyes burning into you.

They said nothing for the first second before Lyle opened his mouth. “Hey, Doc!” He loudly called out. You paused, glancing over your shoulder. You knew if you ignored them, they’d just follow you and you’d get no work done. “Looking good in that body. How about you come check on me later? I might need a… personal examination.” You didn’t have to look to know he had a snarky grin on his lips.

Quaritch deeply chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Not necessarily good ones, though. “Careful, Wainfleet. She might take you up on that offer if she didn’t have her hands full.” His eyes roamed your body, not even trying to hide it. You felt your face heat up.

Your tail swished from side to side in frustration, which only encouraged them. You began walking again, merely rolling your eyes at the remarks. However, Mansk didn’t let you go so easily.

“Don’t be coy, Doc. You’re practically part of the team now. Why don’t you join us for some drinks?” He pushed himself off the wall and stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“You’ve got us all wondering what you’re hiding under that lab coat.” Brown chimed in with a smirk. You lightly huffed, casually stepping around Mansk.

You wouldn’t usually reply to their biting comments but you were on your last nerve today. “I’m here to do a job.” You said, “And so are you. If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate if you stopped annoying me.”

You tried to walk off but a firm tug held you back from important work. “Feisty today, aren’t we?” It was Quaritch. You pulled your arm back, lips curving into an unimpressed frown.

“I am not here for your blatant entertainment, Colonel. I’m here to get my research done.”

Despite your sharp tone, Fike still muttered something to Mansk that had them both snickering. You clenched your jaw.

Quaritch’s grin widened at your words. “You definitely find a way to keep things interesting, Doc. If you ever need a break from all that chatter in your brain, we’ll be happy to relieve some stress.” His voice dipped into a suggestive tone, and you knew what he was implying.

You took a deep breath, barely holding onto the last of your calmness. “I have work to do, Colonel.” You briskly walked away, the sound of your boots growing fainter as you shoved past the laboratory doors.

You sat at your desk for a minute, calming yourself from the annoyance bubbling up. No matter how hard you tried to stay focused on this godforsaken planet, the weight of the soldiers’ gazes and their various taunts still drew a reaction.

You knew you’d be seeing them much sooner than you liked. You were due to collect some samples and you needed someone to keep guard. Though, the RDA gave you five idiots to keep watch instead.

An hour after your run-in with the particular group of soldiers, you were forced to see them again. You trudged through the base, trying to delay the process. You saw them waiting outside, tapping their boots against the floor impatiently. They were expecting to see another scientist, a less amusing one, but when you swung the door open, they grinned.

“Let’s get this over and done with.” You muttered, pushing past them.

You hated Pandora but you could never hate the beauty of it. Sometimes you wished you had been born Na’vi so you could appreciate everything the dangerous world had to offer.

The jungle was alive with sounds and the chittering of animals as you moved carefully through the vegetation, ducking occasionally to avoid a tree branch. You stopped every five minutes to take a sample, labelling it and storing it away before continuing on your way.

You knew you weren’t alone, you had five military recoms trailing after you, and that made everything less beautiful. Their forms moved heavily through the foliage, not really caring where they stepped. The group was meant to keep you safe but they only felt like a distraction.

You were observing a particularly interesting plant before you heard the rather obnoxious voice of the Colonel. “What’s the matter, Doc? We got you all hot and bothered?”

Your ears flicked at the unnecessary remark. “Only doing my job, Colonel.” You muttered, careful not to show any emotion Quaritch would use against you.

“That all you’re doing?” Lyle piped up, the grin evident in his voice. “You should be focusing on something else. Like us.”

Oh, how you wished to throw a rock at him or shove a handful of dirt into his mouth.

You heard Mansk snicker as you straightened up, walking further into the forest without another world. You had no intent of taking part in their banter.

“Don’t be so cold, Doc.” Fike called after you as they followed close behind. “We’re just tryna keep you company, can’t have you lonely out here.”

You wished you were alone. Perhaps you should have specifically requested for Z-dog and Walker to accompany you instead.

You slowed down and that was enough for Quaritch to take long strides to stand behind you. His tall frame casted a shadow over you as he fell into unified steps. “Loosen up, Doc. This’d be a lot more fun if you did.” Again, he didn’t try to hide the way his gaze flickered to your chest. He was never subtle in the slightest.

Your grip tightened on your tool kit as your tail flicked him. “For the last time, I’m here to collect data.” You coolly said, “That’s all.”

Quaritch chuckled, “Can’t blame a guy for trying. You’re the only interesting thing out here.”

“Yeah.” Brown, who wasn’t too far behind, voiced. “Watching you work is a nice change from the military crap.” You would have preferred if they were actually doing their jobs instead of focusing on you.

You ignored them to the best of your ability but it was difficult with the group almost circling around you, their remarks growing bolder by the second.

You were scanning a tree when Lyle broke your trance of concentration. He leaned in, "You know, if you ever need a different kind of data… We’re more than happy to volunteer."

You quickly recoiled, a little disgusted at his words. Quaritch placed a hand on your lower back before you could step away. “Easy, Doc.” He uttered, “Wouldn’t want you to trip and fall.”

You held back a scoff. “Can you all just stop?” You said, the frustration seeping into your voice. “I’m trying to collect data here, and you’re all acting like animals.”

They clearly enjoyed your reaction. Mansk steeped forward, “You don’t like our attention, baby?”

You almost succumbed to the urge of throwing a pair of scissors in his face. “I’m collecting samples. If you have nothing scientific to say then leave me alone.”

Quaritch raised his hands in mock surrender yet the smug smirk on his face never faltered. “Alright, we’ll back off.” You doubted that.

The uneasy feeling of their eyes never truly disappeared. You could hear their muffled laughter and murmured comments following you, a reminder that you still weren’t alone.

Barely an hour had passed before the sky darkened. You didn’t think much of it before the first raindrop hit your nose. You tilted your head up, eyes scanning the sky. It only took a second for a heavy downpour to drench you. The droplets of water crashed against the ground with such intensity that it made it hard to see, and it almost hurt.

“Shit.” Quaritch muttered over the booming thunder. “Everyone, under the trees!”

Mansk, the closest recom to you, grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you under the nearby tree. The canopy offered some form of shelter but still not a lot. It did little to keep you dry.

Your clothes were already soaked, specifically your thin shirt. It uncomfortably clung to your skin. Your straight hair was curling in the humidity, sticking to your face.

Lyle shook his head like a wet dog, his braid sending water flying everywhere. You covered your face to block the droplets. “This rain is something else.” He said, “Never seen such a heavy downpour.”

Mansk was the first to check up on you since the rain. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Doc, you look a little… soaked.” His eyes lingered on your drenched form while you glared at him.

You tugged at your shirt, a fruitless attempt to keep it from sticking to your skin. The fabric was nearly transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination. Mansk’s words had brought you the undivided attention of his teammates.

“This weather is really doing a number on you, Doc.” Quaritch drawled as he leaned against the thick tree trunk.

“It’s only rain, Colonel.” Your response came out sharper than you intended it to. But you knew even if you screamed at him, he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of hard not to look.” He chuckled.

Fike, who was standing on your left, smirked as you tried to wring out your shirt. “That’s one way to distract us. Keep it up and we might forget why we’re out here.”

Lyle was the next to comment. “Loving the view, Doc.”

You shot Lyle a look before forming your arms over your chest. “Let’s just focus on staying dry.” You grumbled.

“Don’t worry, Doc. We’re just appreciating the scenery, right boys?” Quarditch’s gaze shamelessly traced every curve that was now exposed by your wet clothes.

You opened your mouth to snap back but the words never rolled off your tongue. Quarditch had reached out to brush a strand of wet hair away from your face. His warm touch lingered for longer than necessary before pulling away.

You impatiently waited for the rain to stop but as the long minutes dragged by, you lost hope. It had been half an hour of a continuous downpour and you were still soaked, forced to shiver as you paced back and forth.

Quaritch and his team had settled at the base of the tree, sitting in a circle and trading jokes. They seemed unconcerned about the delay while you were basically gnawing at your fingertips.

Your tail flicked back and forth as you paced, flicking droplets of water with every step and narrowly avoiding whacking Mansk. The longer you waited, the less time you had to gather data. You were already on a tight schedule.

Quaritch noticed your unease and he parted his lips to speak up. “What’s wrong, Doc? Can’t stay still for two seconds?” He teased. You glowered at him.

“I don’t have time for this, Colonel. I have limited time and this damn rain is wasting it.”

“Relax, sweetheart. You’ll get your samples eventually.” Lyle butted in. You gritted your teeth, the tip of your tail swaying in annoyance.

“That isn’t good enough.” You seethed.

“Pacing isn’t gonna make it any better.” Fike called out.

Quaritch looked up at you, sending you his signature smirk. You despised what he was going to say next. “I’m sure we can find a way to occupy you, Doc. Just to pass the time.” There was nothing innocent about his words.

“I don’t have time for distractions, Colonel.” Every time you tried to push him and his team away, they tried to reel you back in.

Quaritch was clearly amused by you. You turned to watch the rain again, your patience wearing thin.

You waited for another ten minutes. You tried to sit still for as long as you could before you couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck it.” You cussed, grabbing your tool kit. The recoms watched as you stepped out from under the tree without a word, letting the hard rain hit you again.

“Hey, where you going, Doc?” Lyle exclaimed, though his tone sounded more amused than concerned as the soldiers watched you.

You didn’t reply as you stalked forward, determined to collect as much data as you could, even if it meant catching a cold later.

“Guess she’s serious about that data,” Mansk commented with a chuckle.

The recoms watched as you disappeared into the jungle. None of them stopped your stubborn pursuit as you marched through the rain despite the miserable conditions.

“Do you think maybe she’s just crazy?” Fike voiced.

It took you twenty minutes to trudge back to the group. You were drenched and shivering and overall not in very good condition. But at least the last sample rested safely in your kit.

Your shirt was completely see-through by this point. It offered you no protection against the frigid rain. You maintained some of your calm composure despite the chills racking your body.

The soldiers were still lounging under the tree, only raising their heads when they heard the sound of a twig snapping. They all stared at you in amusement as you finally reached them.

Quaritch immediately locked eyes with you. “Look who’s back. You look like you’ve been through hell, Doc.” His eyes scanned the small tears in your shirt.

It surely felt like you had. You were glad the soldiers weren’t there to witness you tripping.

“Shut your trap.” You sneered, dropping the sampling kit before sitting down and slumping against the tree. “I fucking fell down a hill and into a river. Hit a few trees too. Hurt like a bitch.” They had never heard such strong language from you but then again, they didn’t know you had the willpower to walk through the heavy rain.

Lyle whistled lowly, “Damn, Doc, you’re practically giving us a free show over here.”

You didn’t reply. Your ears were pinned back against your head in annoyance as you watched the rain. “Let’s just get out of here.” You grumbled, going to collect your supplies before Quarditch grasped your arm.

“No can do, Doc. The rain ain’t letting up and we can barely see a meter in front of us. We’ll get lost or some of us might fall down a hill. Again.” He grinned, showing off his fangs as he searched your face for a reaction.

“We can’t stay out here for the night.” You fired back. “We’ll get eaten alive.”

“Nah. This area is relatively safe. Good thing we didn’t go too deep into the forest.” Quaritch’s tail lightly flicked, showing he was in no hurry to get back to the base.

You tilted your head back, almost hissing in frustration. You didn’t want to be stuck out in the forest with these military imbeciles. You didn't want to admit it, but Quaritch had a point; you could barely see the next tree over.

Agonising hours dragged by as the rain poured down. The soldiers aimed to entertain themselves, sometimes throwing a few teasing remarks your way. You merely rolled your eyes at their jeers.

"Alright, Lyle, time to pull out the tent. Looks like we're stuck here for the night." You heard Quaritch mutter. To your surprise, you watch as Lyle pulls a tent from his bag. You let the soldiers set it up, knowing you wouldn't be of much help anyway.

"Ladies first, Doc." Quaritch grinned, stepping aside for you to enter. Your tail flicked him in annoyance as you brushed past him. The interior of the tent was large, tall enough to fit your avatar bodies, but it was still a tight squeeze. Your Na'vi body was well-built, your arms toned from the harsh terrain, but the soldiers were almost huge. They were tall with large muscles, taking up almost all the space.

Military gear and supplies were strewn all over the floor of the tent, making it impossible to walk without stepping on something. The heavy droplets of rainwater hammered down onto the tent's fabric, creating a sort of ambience.

Your shirt, which had taken most of the rain, clung to your skin uncomfortably. The cold was beginning to seep through, making it hard to focus. You shifted around, lightly groaning.

With a sigh of exasperation, you had reached a breaking point. You lifted your wet shirt over your head, peeling the thin fabric off. You weren't particularly concerned with how the soldiers' eyes flickered to stare at your bra. You were just glad that awful shirt was off.

As you began to wring the water out of the shirt, Quaritch spoke up. He let out a low whistle before speaking. "Didn't expect this kind of show, Doc." Oh, how insufferable he was.

The tent felt even smaller now with how their gazes lingered on you. You settled into a dry corner of the tent, wrapped in a towel. Your eyes were drooping before Lyle made a biting remark. You quickly grabbed your shirt, throwing it at him. It hit Lyle in the face with a loud slap.

The soldier yelped in surprise and stumbled back. "Watch it!" he exclaimed. His teammates burst into laughter, their amusement evident.

"That's one way to shut him up," Quaritch said through a small laugh.

You eventually dosed off, exhausted and sick of the icy cold. The soldiers stayed awake, their guns at the ready. They lowly murmured amongst themselves, continuing their playful banter.

Lyle nudged Quaritch, a grin spreading across his face. "Look at that, Colonel. The Doc's out like a light." Your tail was lazily draped over your body as you curled up into a ball to retain warmth.

Mansk leaned in, lowering his voice. He didn't want to accidentally wake you and end up being slapped in the face with a shirt like Lyle. "You think she'll be annoyed if we keep making these jokes?"

"Nah, she's out cold." Fike softly chuckled under his breath.

Brown glanced over his shoulder, grinning. "Think she's dreaming 'bout us?" He lightly snorted.

Quaritch raised an eyebrow, his gaze still focused on your still body. "Careful now. If Doc wakes up and hears you say that, she won't be so friendly."

Lyle quietly laughed, "Yeah, you don't wanna get hit in the face with that shirt, trust me."

The quiet atmosphere was interrupted by a shrill cry. It was unsettling, making the soldiers jump in surprise. The sound cut through the night enough to jolt you awake. You blinked dazedly, squinting in the dim light.

"What is that noise?" You groaned, pushing yourself to your feet. Your annoyance was apparent as you moved the tent flaps aside. You stumbled out, the rain hitting you like a sturdy wall. You shielded your face from the heavy downpour, your gaze searching through the storm. You found the culprit—a large bird the size of your long torso rummaging through the scattered gear you had dropped.

"Get out of here!" You yelled, throwing a rock at the strange creature. The bird squawked again before scrambling off, leaving your seething form in the rain.

You re-entered the tent in worse condition than before. The soldiers tried to suppress their amusement as you shook off the water.

Lyle didn't even try to hide his laughs. "You're back at square one, Doc. Might need to take your pants off this time." You ignored him, returning to your previous spot.

"We’ll have to put a bell on you so you don't end up in the rain," Quaritch added, only humiliating you more.

You slumped against the side of the tent, stuck between a state of sleep and awareness. You jumped again when the same screech erupted from outside, testing your patience.

You slowly pushed yourself up once more. The gazes of the soldiers burned into you, clearly amused. The bird had not learned its lesson from the first time, plucking up the courage to scour through your gear once more. You saw how its beady eyes glanced at you, glinting with mischief.

"I've had enough of you!" You exclaimed, "You keep interrupting my sleep! And get away from my stuff!" You launched yourself at the bird, tackling it. Its screams escalated in volume as you swatted at the animal. It tried to avoid your advances, darting and hissing at you.

The soldiers poked their heads out of the tent, wanting to watch the chaos unfold. "Never thought I'd see a scientist take on a wild animal."

"Yeah, get some, Doc!" Lyle shouted, "Beat that thing!"

Fike turned to Quaritch, lightly nudging him. "You think she'll give up any time soon?" He muttered.

The Colonel shook his head, huffing in amusement. "Not a chance."

The bird scampered off, and you turned around, drenched but victorious. You ignored the soldiers' encouraging shouts as they clapped you on the back. You were desperate for rest, even if it meant fighting an animal. Everything began to settle down again, finally, until that bird returned.

"Oh, that is it!" You screamed. Your rage boiled over. "I'm going to cook that thing!" Lyle quickly grasped your shoulder, holding you back.

"Hey, calm down, Doc!" He shouted.

"I've had enough of that bird! I'm hungry! I'm gonna cook it if it doesn't shut up!" You tried to wriggle out of Lyle's grip, ears pinned back in anger and fangs bared.

"Might wanna rethink that, Doc. We ain't in the middle of a kitchen." Quaritch spoke up.

Eventually, you calmed down. You reluctantly sat down beside Mansk in the circle, arms folded over your chest in frustration. "You look cold, angel," Mansk commented, earning a glare from you.

"No, I'm perfectly warm. I might be sweating a little." You sarcastically replied, mockingly fanning your face. Mansk handed you his jacket, but you hesitated before taking it. Slowly, you slipped it on, wrinkling up your nose at the smell of his strong cologne rubbing off on you.

As handy as ever, Lyle pulled out a portable battery heater after noticing your intense shivering. "Forgot I had this." He laughed while Fike and Brown rolled their eyes. The heater softly hummed, and you almost closed your eyes at the much-needed warmth.

The soldiers fell back into their usual conversation, keeping their voices low so as to not disturb you.

"You finally warming up, Doc?" Quaritch glanced at you with a small smile, though it was more of a smirk.

You silently lifted your hand, showing him the middle finger. He chuckled, not offended in the slightest. After an endless night of rain and exhaustion, you finally drifted off. Your head lolled to the side, falling onto Mansk's shoulder while your tail was draped over Lyle's lap.

Mansk glanced down at you with a grin, his eyes trailing over the curve of your tail. He lowly chuckled, "I could get used to this. Not every day you get a warm spot and a cozy tail.”

The other soldiers exchanged glances as they caught the meaning behind Mansk's joke. You slept soundly while the Marines kept watch, their guns nearby. They continued to banter amongst themselves while allowing you to gain the rest you desperately needed.

[msmk11]

A Tiny Favor

Katniss Everdeen x gn!reader

WC: 683

CW: Katniss has a panic attack; hurt comfort; fluff

Summary: You try to help Katniss in any way you can, even if it means pretending that you’re the one that needs help. (Could be read as platonic or romantic.)

Day 13 of mk’s mad dash

You thought that when District Thirteen said everyone got recreational time, you’d actually get the rest your body craved. Instead, your afternoon was rather rudely interrupted by loud knocks on the door of your compartment. You were tempted to ignore it, but they remained incessant, and you knew you’d never go back to sleep with all the ruckus. You crawled out of bed and padded across the cold floor before yanking the door open.

“Can I help y- oh, Prim. What is it? What’s wrong?”

The blonde stood before you in her nurse uniform, “It’s Katniss. She’s sort of freaking out and no one can calm her down. We’re trying to wean her off tranquilizers and I thought you might be able to help.”

“Yes, of course, Prim. Just- give me a minute.”

You left the door open and walked back across the room. You slipped on your boring gray gym shoes and then raked your fingers through your sort of messy bedhead.

“Alright, Prim. Let’s go.”

Your walk to the hospital was not an unfamiliar one, having visited Katniss nearly every day since she’d taken residence there. Still, you’d never been personally requested to visit out of visitation hours just to help. It felt good, being useful for once. You had the feeling Coin didn’t like you much, only seeing you as an extra mouth to feed and another of the Mockingjay’s stipulations.

When you arrived in the sterile, white hospital, you instantly found Katniss in her bed, hyperventilating, panicked doctors surrounding her.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, “what a bunch of idiots.”

You stalked over to the staff who were staring worriedly at Katniss, “all of you, scram.”

“We need to supervise her,” some douche doctor huffed cockily.

“You’re only making things worse,” you hissed, “I’ll take care of it. Now leave her alone.”

If your words didn’t convince them, the glare you gave certainly did, and they all skittered off. You rushed to sit at the edge of Katniss’ bed, and watched the girl’s wild eyes flit about and her panicked breathing increase.

You reached out carefully and gripped one of her hands loosely, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Katniss? Hey, Katniss.”

The brunette was still obviously freaking out, but you could tell she heard you somewhere in her anxious haze.

You placed your hands gently on her cheeks, trying to focus her attention on you, “Katniss, love. Can you focus on me? I needed to see you.”

Her glazed eyes shifted into focus, though she continued to pant, “When did you get here?”

“Just now. I came to find you cause I needed your help.”

You stroked some wild strands of hair back from her face, hoping that your touch would calm her a little.

“My-my help? With what? I can’t do anything?” she sighed sadly.

“Well I do have something you can help with. If you’re feeling up to it?”

Katniss’ breaths began to slow a little and she nodded. If you knew nothing else about the girl you’d grown up with, you at least knew that she always thrived the most when she had a purpose.

“Could you braid my hair for me? The way your mom always does. I’m gonna start my work shift soon and my hair always gets in the way,” you huffed with feigned annoyance.

“Yeah, I can do that for you,” she answered quietly, her voice shaking a little.

“Lovely,” you climbed all the way onto Katniss’ bed and took residence on top of the covers, between her spread legs. You crossed your own legs under you and rested your hands in your lap.

Hesitantly, the brunette reached out and buried her fingers in your hair.

“I’m warning you now, this won’t be half as good as when my mom does it.”

“That’s alright,” you answered with a chuckle, “it’s bound to get messed up at work anyways.”

After that, you fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound the small swooshes of Katniss’ fingers as she crafted your hair into a beautiful braid. And for once, everything felt simple again.

[aseplant]

what does pain even mean, if you're the only one who remembers?

sayeon & min because the new chapter is fucking pickling my brain alive, but mostly a sayeon character study. chapter 68 spoilers.

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The gym is dark when Sayeon enters. She’s used to this part by now; they’ve established a routine, for these nights they spend training, and turning on the lights is not a part of them. No sense attracting unnecessary attention, after all.

Inside, Min is already stretching, a deep lunge with flexibility that would be the envy of any dancer. He could have been a lot of things if he hadn’t had the misfortune of being born an aberrant. She could’ve been, too.

But there’s no use crying over the things she can’t change.

The door clicks shut behind her. She joins him, quietly. Arm circles, hamstring stretches, a few jumping jacks; she knows the drill by now. Sayeon excels at routines. She has always thrived in environments that pay for hard work.

Today’s focus is sparring again. It has been the entirety of this week; Sayeon supposes her performance against Juni must be embarrassing enough that Min took note. He’s been correcting her on it after the fact, footwork and weight distribution noted and realigned in ways that Juni doesn’t usually pay enough attention to to fix herself. It helps, a lot, but she’s still a long way off from even Iseul, never mind Ryujin. Never mind Min. Beating him in a pure spar is still embarrassingly unthinkable.

Point in case: three broken ribs and a fractured ankle later, Sayeon slumps against the wall, exhausted, as Min calls it for the night. He hasn’t even broken a sweat.

She sighs, taking a long swig of water. She can’t tell how much she’s improved when her only measuring stick is as immovable as a boulder. Not that it matters that much anyway, though. If it’s not results, it’s not worth a damn thing. She should—

“Are you afraid of hurting me?” Min asks, rather abruptly for someone who’s scarcely said a word all evening, except to correct her form about kicking someone’s head in.

“Huh?” Sayeon stares at him dumbly. “Um—not really? I don’t think I could seriously hurt you even if I tried.”

His little punching trial was one thing. In an actual fight, with nothing holding him back? There’s no way it’d end any better than it did with Ryujin. Plus, Min’s probably working for Samin. He must not be afraid to kill.

Speaking of Min. His face is as unreadable as ever, gaze unwavering. She meets his eyes questioningly.

But all he says is, “You pull your punches sometimes. When it matters most.”

No she doesn’t. She… she knows better than to do something like that, doesn’t she?

“It’s not unusual,” he says, essence gathering toward his left arm. “You don’t understand it yet”—(yet? She doesn’t want to understand)—a blade forms—“just how much damage”—against his arm—

(Something coils in the pit of her stomach. Her heartbeat is too loud. She doesn’t want to know she doesn’t want to know she doesn’t want to know)—

—an aberrant can take.

His arm hits the ground. It lands wetly, blood already beginning to pool.

Holy—

“Min!” she shouts. “Oh my god!”

He ignores her, nonchalantly picking up his own fucking arm. Tells her that she must think of amputated limbs as more serious than they really are—(that’s pretty fucking serious, isn’t it!?)—because of Taeho, but really, he would’ve been fine if he just hadn’t frozen up.

Christ. She’s listening, sort of. But mostly she can’t get the sound of Min’s arm hitting the ground out of her head. “Okay, sure, still—you shouldn’t… do that, Min.”

He doesn’t even look at her. “Why?”

Well, obviously—!

—she.

Doesn’t actually have an answer for that.

Why?

He can heal himself almost instantly. It clearly doesn’t affect him much anymore. Isn’t she the one who’s always saying it—that pain is just something to be conquered? Here’s the epitome of it; something to strive for, just like everything else.

(So why is it so horrifying to watch?)

But what does pain even mean, if you’re the only one who remembers?

Min’s arm is healed. Ryujin’s death was erased. One of them might as well have never happened, and one of them genuinely never happened; the unease lingers in her mind only, so what is she still dwelling on it for? Being stabbed, being amputated, being killed—what does any of it matter, if the consequences don’t last? And…

Once, a lifetime ago, when she had still thought it was possible to outrun her own blood, she’d traded years of misery and migraines, literal blood and sweat and tears, for a chance at a future that will never be hers. So once she inevitably forgets, that, too, may as well have never happened, is that right?

Ha. Haha, haaaaaaaaaaaaa. All those years really just—

…fuck. She really is still stuck in her old worldview. She wanted all that suffering to have meant something, but of course: if it doesn’t bring about results, it doesn’t mean a damn thing.

She sighs, leaning back against the wall. Min was born into this; if she wants to be truly rational, she needs to take her cues from him. She’s the one who needs to leave behind this emotional nonsense. “Right. You’re right. It’s… nothing.”

It’s all mental. That’s it. This is just one more block that needs to be overcome.

[streamluckybyriize]

Doesn’t compare…

features-

Belle and Natty from Kiss Of Life

Hyunjin, Jeongin and Jisung from Stray Kids

-//- angst, bad ending, swear words

You’re hurt. You’re so hurt. He told you, he wasn’t ready for one. Wasn’t ready for commitment. Well clearly that was a fucking lie.

And what hurt even more? The fact he still tries talking to you, ignoring the fact he hasn’t told you while also not knowing you already know. You saw them on a date. And they kissed. And they were wearing matching clothes. They were together. You heard it from the girl herself. The girl from his history class. The girl who he didn’t want, because he wanted you. Again, clearly a fucking lie.

So now, you’re doing what any girl in this situation would do. Because if anyone forgot, you’re just a girl. A girl so hopelessly in love. A girl who’s tired of waiting. A girl who knows she deserves better. But she’s so in love.

You’re avoiding him. You’re skipping classes you have with him. You’re not spending your lunches at school, instead, driving to the basketball courts to distract yourself. You don’t play basketball. But listening to music while you sit on the hood of your car, eating take out, was so fun.

You’re mother doesn’t really mind, seeing that the classes you skipped weren’t were classes you thrived in, and weren’t that important. So yeah, she didn’t mind. Hyunjin did though. “He always stares at your fucking seat, all sad and shit.” Your best friend, Natty, scoffs. “He’s making it hard to believe he doesn’t care.”

“Just because he looks like it, doesn’t mean he’s only putting up a front. He hasn’t even spoken to me since the day they got together.” You explain, referring to last week, on Thursday. He had texted you, cancelling your plans once again. You realise now it’s because he was with Belle. Belle from History. Belle who everyone liked. Belle who liked Hyunjin. Who swore liked you. You shove a chicken tender into your mouth, relishing in the taste. Natty shrugs. “I never liked him anyway. Pretty privilege.” You roll your eyes. “You’re the actual definition of pretty privilege.” Natty winks before hopping off your car, taking all your rubbish to the bins. She wipes her hands on her shorts before sitting down again.

“We should probably head back. Unless you just wanna go home and get ready now.” She suggests and you actually like the sound of that. “Alright. Let’s go to yours though, Mum doesn’t want me leaving through half the day.” Natty nods before you both head to the doors.

“You both look so damn good.” Your other friend, Jisung, who also is Natty’s step sister, compliments. You rolls your eyes, smiling, while Natty spins, showing off the whole fit. “Where did you get ready? I didn’t see you when I was over at yours.” You ask, taking a sip of your drink. “Hyunjin’s.” You freeze at the mention of his name, and Natty slaps Jisung’s shoulder. “Don’t say the ‘H’ word, bro.” “Hoe? That word? Im sorry, and I love you to bits, Y/N-ie, but you need to lighten up. Please, get drunk.”

You nod. That’s the plan, after all.

And you are so good at following plans. You’re definitely on your way to being drunk. You are at the point where you don’t care how you look, or how loud you’re being. You’re having a good time, and you ended up joining a group to hang out with. The group includes you, Natty, Jisung and three other dudes you’ve known since basically diapers. You all went to the same schools ever since you learnt how to count, and you consider each and every person around you family. They are also helping you have a good time, all wrapping your arms around each other, screaming to the lyrics with drinks in hands. You even forgot about Hyunjin. That is, until he waltzed in, Belle from History under his arms, giggling at a joke he said to her. You immediately sobered up, all happiness wiped from your existence and it was clear all colour drained from your face because Natty looked so sad for you. Her mood was ruined too. But, you felt even worse when a pair of eyes that were happy, now shocked and remorseful, met yours. You turn, shoving your solo cup into Jeongin’s hands before hurrying away, looking for a place to run and hide.

You weren’t followed, thankfully. You really needed to be alone. You don’t understand why you’re so sad about this. Whatever you had with Hyunjin, wasn’t a relationship. Maybe it was the fact he would tell you to wait, and that he wasn’t ready, only for him to get with a girl a little less than later. He was so good at treating you right though. He always held your hand, sent you good morning and good night texts and a ‘x’ after. He called you pet names and he’d pick you up for random hang outs that were so much like dates. How could you not fall for him? Your heart felt heavy. Liked it was being absolutely shredded alive. Was wanting to disappear so bad now? No. It really couldn’t be. Not when it seems to tempting now.

“Y/N.” You heard someone call from outside the bedroom. You recognise that voice. You always could, even from a mile away. “Open the door please.”

“Go away. You have a girlfriend to accomodate.” You snap back, sitting on the bed. Tears fall, stinging your eye lids.

“Y/N, please.” Sadness washed away, anger replacing in a heartbeat. You stand up, walking to the door. You rip it open.

“You know what sucks, Hyunjin? I fell for you. I fell for you so fucking hard.” Tears stung your eyes again. “I know. I’m so sorry-“

“No because you don’t. You don’t know. If you knew, you would’ve felt the same. But it’s so fucking clear you don’t.”

“Y/N, please. I didn’t- i don’t deserve you. I didn’t want to hurt you more then I already was-“

“Hurt doesn’t even begin to explain what I’m feeling. You told me you weren’t ready for a relationship, Hyunjin. Then I hear last week on Thursday that you’re with Belle, after telling me earlier that week that you need more time. What were you planning on doing because you never brought that up.”

“You were avoiding me.”

“Rightfully so! You did want a relationship, but not one with me.” Hyunjin looked so defeated, and on a different situation, you would have held him and let him cry in your embrace. But he doesn’t deserve that. He now goes to Belle’s embrace instead. “And you don’t even deny it.”

“What am I supposed to do, Y/N?”

“Be fucking honest!” You yell. He flinched but you don’t care. “You didn’t want me until you needed me and after you were done with me, you tossed me like a rag. I was in love with you. I wanted you to have my children. I wanted you to sleep next to me in our bed. I only wanted you, but you wanted someone else. Then you lied about your plans and ditched me for Belle.” “I’m sorry.”

“You fucking should be.” You then walk past him. You’re tired. You just want to get drunk and forget about him. Hyunjin watched you leave for downstairs and his heart hurt. Badly.

Nothing compared to your pain though.

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Showing your colours and being free - LuKitty Week 2024

So @lukacouffaineappreciation came out with this event and I decided I wanted to give it a go and decided to also connect it to my Wish universe. If you've never read any of those stories, Luka and Juleka have the Ladybug and Cat Miraculous, Lila and Adrien switched lives, except Adrien is thriving and not lying and Lila is miserable. Oh, and Lukadrien, though in this chapter, its only mentioned briefly and not really the focus. I had wanted to get a bit more in depth in some parts, like making some of their social media posts or other early performances before they opened for Jagged Stone, but I didn't get the chance. Anyway, enjoy! Kitty Section

How it started

“It sounds like a good idea right?”

Luka looked at his sister, who was on the side against the back of the couch they were sharing. They were sitting under the glass pavilion, listening to heavy metal after the day of akumas they had. Seated on either end of the couch, they both got to stretch out, though Juleka made use of his lap for her feet.

“I don’t know. we’re starting to really nail this hero thing down. you think a band is the best idea?”

“A year. And we’ve pulled some impossible odds.” Juleka reminded. “Tikki and Plagg are always reminding us that we’re also teenagers. Luka, you don’t have any outside friends, other than the few you’ve made online or at work and you rarely hang out with them. You’re around my classmates more anyway.”

Luka sighed, sliding further down in the couch, Juleka’s legs moving to his stomach as he draped his arms over her ankles. “What about if practise gets interrupted by an akuma?”

Juleka shrugged. “not like we haven’t made weirder excuses to escape class or mamman.”

True, except both siblings were 100% sure their mother knew what they were doing. The Kwami didn’t even argue against it, Tikki saying something about how some parents knew, though Plagg said some parents were morons. He respected the matriarch, so Luka couldn’t complain.

“Who would be in it? other than you, me and Rose?”

“Ivan plays the drums. Rose is really good at metal screaming, so that’s kinda what she was thinking. Ivan 100% could keep up with that. Besides, since Kim learned not to bully him anymore, he’s much more open to being friends with others.”

“I guess being Mylene’s friends help.” Luka said, digging his phone out from where it was buzzing in his pocket. “Ok, if you come up with a concept and a song and an actual workable rehearsal time, I’ll agree. But I still say we’re taking a risk. I got to go; someone placed an order for 3 different pizza places. For the same order.”

“People are weird.” Juleka said, moving her feet.

He looked at his sister who’d been cursed with not being able to be in pictures, loved horror and for a few hours sometimes, would wear a frilly black dress with cat ears and a tail. He was an empath who preferred music to words so much, that he went to an online school and would hop around Paris in a spotted sweatshirt.

His sister wasn’t wrong.

How it changed

Luka pushed the door to Dupain-Cheng Patisserie open, glad to spot a pigtailed girl carrying a tray of pastries – it looked and smelled like cherry turnovers – instead of her father. M. Dupain heard Marinette make one comment on Luka’s appearance and suddenly he was sure his daughter was interested in him. According to Adrien, Marinette had been interested in the blonde transfer student more, at least until Adrien turned her down.

“Welcome to – oh, Luka! Welcome. are you here for a delivery? Papa didn’t say we had one.”

“No, no.” Luka said, walking up to the counter, where Marinette met him after the turnovers were sitting on their shelf in the display case. “I was hoping to hire you for something. Rose mentioned that you opened commissions recently, specifically for graphic design?”

“Yeah! Jagged Stone had me do a poster for him for his latest tour and while he’s pretty easy to please, I thought if I got more practise with other people, that it would help me get better. That way, not even Bob Roth could try and get me to change things.”

Luka had remembered Marinette running around the hotel the day Jagged Stone was akumatized because of XY. He heard later the DJ was related to Jagged’s producer and since Luka himself wasn’t a fan of XY, he and Juleka had been theorizing if his fame was bought.

“Well, Adrien had brought up a good point when he asked if we were serious about doing Kitty Section. If we want to do this, we’re going to need a symbol to put on our social media. I’d like to hire you to design the symbol.”

“Oh, I’d do it for free.” Marinette offered.

“Nope. We’re going to pay you. Adrien has his hands full trying to get everything set up and still follow his mom’s rules for this, since it’ll be a public account, Rose is working on songs and I have to do melodies, Juleka is doing research for cafes or venues that’ll take auditions and Ivan is trying to convince his dad to be our roadie if we need to move our things and my mom’s out of town, who’s the main parent in charge. We need someone who knows our style to help us design a symbol. So, we are paying you to help make our lives easier because once we have that, a lot of the other things will fall into place.”

Marinette stared at him before smiling and nodding. “Alright. But I get to help film your first video. And make outfits!”

Luka nodded. “But symbol first. So, will you take the job, provided we’re happy with the price and timeline?”

“I will.” She said, holding her hand out so they could shake on it.

With Mme. Cheng taking over for her daughter, Luka sat with Marinette in her room, pictures Rose had texted him on his phone, along with blurbs the other members had written about the group.

“A band to show your colours and be free.” Was the main one she kept going back to.

With a picture of Lego Unikitty, Marinette decided to use it and the groups first song as inspiration. Pure white cat with rocker red eyeliner, horn and a heart shaped nose. She even did another with rainbow butterfly wings behind it.

“Ivan could have this version on his drums.” Luka suggested, when Marinette was about to scrap it.

In the end, Adrien had a symbol to make their profile picture, Juleka had something to attach to emails and flyers for places who were willing to accept amateur acts, Rose had something to reflect off of for them to write their band’s anthem and Ivan and Mylene ended up with a new date idea in figuring out how to press on the newly printed design to the front of Ivan’s drum set.

And Marinette had a significant amount of money in her bank account.

Luka using his last pay check – where he worked overtime 4 times –  was 100% worth it.

How it’s going

Luka loved the outfits Marinette made for their first music video, but sometimes, the jackets just made more sense. It was their first performance since opening for Jagged Stone and the restaurant’s owner had told them everyone who booked a table was there to see them. Adrien reposting clips Alya recorded from the concert seemed to be a major help. It was also a week after Fu wasn’t master anymore and Adrien said he loved him. Life might be insane but music was still his way of escape.

Their little group had expanded, with Nino and Alya helping Adrien with filming and Nino joining Max to get their equipment and sound set up. Nathaniel would help Marinette with any designs, Max getting them projected onto their backgrounds. Marc and Mylene were their roadies and assistants. Kim claimed to be their bodyguard, though Alix and Kagami could be more intimidating. After Scarlet Bug had rescued Chloe after she threw off being akumatized, she considered herself their ‘biggest fan’.

Luka didn’t actually believe she liked any of their music but he appreciated the effort.

“Hey.” Juleka threw her shoulder into his arm, Rooar letting out a squeak from where she hid inside Juleka’s jacket. Not hearing Plagg around his sister was taking some getting used to. He hoped Adrien was handling him alright. “How you feeling? Better?”

Since Luka didn’t attend classes in person, he had more free time, so he’d been taking a lot of the Guardian responsibilities, on top of being Scarlet Bug and leading a brand-new team. Juleka had been fighting him the whole way, like the best sister she was.

“Relaxed, for one. Do you think we can actually do this record deal thing with everything going on?” the thought had been running around his head all throughout rehearsal.

“I know we deserve it. you deserve it Lu. Music means the world to you and whether it comes from this or school or whatever you plan after, what we’re about to do, right now? You deserve this 100%. Rose might be the front man, but I like to think you’re the heart and soul of Kitty Section.”

Again, Juleka was the best sister.

She was slightly wrong though. It wasn’t just him as the heart and soul of the band, it was all of them.

“Ladies and gentlemen! We are Kitty Section!” Rose cried into the mic, her pink mask catching on the lights Max and Morvok programmed. The band was playing the opening for ‘Gimme Chocolate’, which Adrien and Kagami would test the singer on to make sure she still had the pronunciation right. “Are you ready to eat sweets and rock?”

It was the all of them, each member, all the people that helped with each performance. this was his main reason for loving music. For loving Kitty Section.

Showing your true colours and being free.

[taste-of-the-divine]

ꕤ | Love Languages | TLOVM Headcannon

— VOX MACHINA : TLOVM x gn!reader

✩ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊: headcannon, 623 words little wholesome headcannon about each character’s receiving love language!

vex’halia — you would have never guessed at first, but she’s enjoys physical touch quite a lot. elbow grazes, playing with each others hair, fixing clothing— vex’halia uses whatever excuse she can to put her fingers on you. she needs that reassurance, sometimes, that you’re there. soft kisses from her usually find their way from your lips to your neck, and she loves it when you return the favor with some teeth.

keyleth — you realize quickly that she seems particularly responsive to compliments, praise, and verbal affirmations. the response is usually a deep blush over her freckled face that you love so much. she looks adorable like that, so once in a while you pull her by the shoulders into your heat and whisper “atta girl, that’s right. you make me proud,” just to see her absolutely melt into you bubbling with incoherent sounds of flustered embarrassment.

vax’ildan — like his sister, he appreciates physical touch quite a bit. he’s enjoys brief touches though, as he’s not one for long periods of hugging or hand holding. but he enjoys the little kisses you give him as you walk by, and the way your hands squeeze his shoulders when he’s anxious. he particularly loves the feeling of your nails on any part of his body, though— you’ve learned that slow scratches in the right places are enough to keep him seated or laying around you for an extended while. you like to keep him in bed with you on lazy mornings with this technique.

scanlan — scanlan really enjoys quality time, actually. he likes to take you places, on dates and things, to show you new sights or to sing a song for you. he likes hanging out with you alone as much as he likes hanging out with you with everyone else, but he thrives off your attention. his heart swells when you sing along to his songs, almost as if you know them by heart, and he’s also written you countless ballads that he sings or hums to you every time he gets.

grog — grog is also pretty big on physical touch, but he’s huge on gifts. he keeps any little trinket or gift you give him in a little pouch that hangs by his waist, hoarding them until it gets too heavy sometimes and he has to leave a few home for safekeeping. then, he spends a whole day deciding which to leave home because they’re all so precious to him because they’re from you, and he wants to keep them with him all the time. it takes a few bear hugs and reminders that you’ll always be right next to him to give him more gifts before he can relax.

pike — pike is an acts of service kind of gal— she notices and is subtly appreciative of your love. you fold her clothes and leave it at the edge of the bed once, and after saying a thank you, she walked into the kitchen to make you a cup of your favorite tea or coffee. another time you cleaned her everlight shrine, and she was beaming for days after, boasting happily about the comfortable space and claiming that her connection with the everlight was stronger than ever.

percy — percy enjoys quality time a lot, particularly so he could still do work in his workshop. often times, you’d be in the room sitting somewhere with him in his peripheral as you read a book. besides the sounds of clinking metal as he tools with his pepper box, it’s quiet— quiet and peaceful. but he likes to be able to look up and see you there, oftentimes. your presence calms him whenever he felt the pull of orthrax.

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[straightouttheslendermansionn]

𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑮𝒖𝒖𝒋𝒊'𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏!? 

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: Yae Miko

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: Yae is a diligent kitsune with a broad imagination. She needs ideas to keep the publishing house thriving, and would go to any lengths to get what she needs. However, what if pretending to be in a relationship with a shrine maiden isn't just for the sake of inspiration?

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: Just really fluffy and just a little gay. Love you guys!

As sly as a fox is she, with her wits always about her but her playful nature running amok. The look in her eyes always either gleaming with a hint of mischief or glaring with the utmost solemnity. Yae is revered on all of Inazuma’s islands and even across the sea, where gods and their retainers alike recall her name and commend her for her power.

That being said, having the Lady Guuji casually walk up to you and strike up a conversation would have been unheard of. Especially if you’re a mere shrine maiden. She runs the show, always stern and diligent, expecting the same of those operating the Grand Narukami Shrine. This line of work is very sacred after all.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Yae greeted you as she walked over to where you were sweeping the deck of one of the small buildings. Everything in your brain was put on pause as you processed her greeting.

“Good morning, Lady Guuji!” You replied timidly, almost completely caught off guard by her specifically greeting you. The closer she got to where you were, the more the sinking anxiety feeling grew within your chest. She never usually has time for conversing with the maidens, so you start to worry that you either did something wrong or have boatloads of work– comparable to the cargo held in the ships that come in from Liyue Harbor.

You tried to focus on the task at hand– sweeping and cleaning up the shrine’s decks. Breathing along with the broom strokes, trying to calm down and catch your breath. However, the only sweeping actually happening was Miss Yae sweeping you off your feet. As per usual, it isn’t difficult to find yourself enamored by and in fear of the kitsune, but how could you not? With those purple eyes boring into your soul, you could drop dead any second.

“Why so scared? You did nothing wrong. You can untense. As if you even need my permission to do so.” She attempted to assure you with a slightly teasing tone. You let out a nervous giggle and tried your best to steady your breath and slow your racing thoughts. You propped the broom up onto one of the railings and turned to face her, bowing and coming back up with a sheepish smile on your face. Your expression is riddled with awkwardness and fear. 

She was trying to put you at ease, look eased, dammit!

“Is there anything important you need to make me aware of, Lady Miko?” You asked, expecting her to issue you orders or commend your upkeep of the shrine and walk away. 

“Actually, I do have something I’d like to talk to you about. I feel this isn’t the time or place though, so all I ask is  that we meet at the Uyuu Restaurant at your earliest convenience. Sound good, little one?” She asked with crossed arms and a smile. You nodded.

“Of course, Lady Guuji.” You accepted her invitation, still very nervous. She chuckled at your worried expression and smirked.

“Glad we arranged this. I hope to see you soon, Y/N,” She sang before walking off. You waited for her to leave before continuing to work, as she instantly rushed off to check on other areas of the shrine.

What exactly did she want? You wondered to yourself. It would have been a valid question, had your words not been caught in your throat. It’s really hard to think when her sakura scent is wafting into your nose, her eyes are only on you, and that smile of hers on her face. You’re aware that she is planning something, but cannot pin down exactly what. 

Could it be something to do with the Shogun? No. She would have known better than to choose a simple shrine maiden. Chances are, she would have called upon that traveler, the one Yae called on to assist her in bringing the Shogun back to her senses. Surely they would be a thousand times more effective and helpful than you.

It definitely wasn’t something regarding shrine work, unless, of course, it is. She has had plots in the past where she would have shrine maidens play roles to assist in the success of her plans regarding the supernatural. This matter didn’t seem to worry her that much though, she didn’t seem too serious. Of course, the kitsune was careful and excelled in masking her true intentions and emotions, but it seems that this wasn’t something too urgent.

Could the Lady Guuji herself be asking you to accompany her as a friend? That would be sweet but doesn’t ease you or shake your skepticism. As unlikely as this seems, she does like watching people squirm in her presence, it can be fun for her if she’s in a playful and jovial mood. But you? Really? You shake the thought, highly doubtful that this is actually the case.

Throughout the day, your racing thoughts began to fade as you performed your duties. Assisting in practices and performing simple exorcisms (or rather, faking it because the person in question isn;t actually possessed), deciphering fortune slips, etcetera. By the end of your day’s work, you had almost completely forgotten about Lady Guuji’s request until thinking about dinner.

You hurried down the steps of the shrine, all the way down Mt. Yougo and through the grassy fields into Inazuma City. Upon nearing the restaurant, Yae already stood, anticipating your arrival. She didn’t notice you at first, this led to you tapping her shoulder and slightly jumping back when she turned to you, smiling.

“I expected you to take longer,” she laughed “shall we head inside?”

You nodded your head as she made way for you to walk through the doorway first, she immediately followed. The lights inside were charming and the setting itself was nice and cozy as well. Yes, you’ve been here before, but never appreciated it as much until being invited by her. You noticed every little detail of the place; from the various scents moving through the air, to the creaking wood and chatter from other patrons. All of these surroundings occupied your mind, consumed you as a distraction from the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

The two of you sat at the bar, where you both ordered the ever-popular tonkotsu ramen. The silence was awkward at first, even though the ambience of the other customers made up for the lack of conversation from the two of you.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for inviting you out tonight, Y/N?” the kitsune joked. Due to your tenseness and nervousness, you had to fight the urge to apologize profusely.

“My apologies, Lady Guuji. I am very grateful for the invitation and am glad to be here with you tonight. Thank you.” You responded, almost like you were reciting something pre-rehearsed.

“You are allowed to call me Yae, you know? I understand that you’re caught off guard but I imagined that the shock would have worn off by now.” she remarked.

“It’s kind of… see, you’re highly revered and in all honesty, I’m glad you invited me out tonight but I couldn’t quite put my finger on the reason.” You explained to her, trying your best to avoid eye contact, yet stealing glances every few words or so.

“Let me explain.” She smiled and cleared her throat subtly.

“Recently, my ideas for writing have run dry as of late. Then it dawned on me that maybe something different is in order,” She started, “After all, Yae Publishing House is renowned for paving the way, is it not?”

“What might that be?” You asked, your interest piqued.

“Well, how many romantic light-novels have you seen with two female protagonists pining for each other?” She proposed. Come to think of it, she has a point. There aren’t very many or any at all. None that are well-known anyway.

“That does sound interesting, especially since I’m big into light novels, I haven’t yet found any with that being the focus. I would definitely read it, that’s for sure.” You beamed. Yae chuckled, thankful for your insight.Your bowls of ramen were gently placed in front of , the steam warming your face and the scent making your mouth water. You were still intent to hear her plans, so you gave her a look that urged her to keep speaking.

“Come now, eat. I didn’t invite you out for you not to eat, after all.” She smiled as she raised her ladle full of pork broth up to her pink lips, savoring every last drop. You couldn’t help but stare at her pleased expression, but looked away as she noticed you looking. You heard her giggling as you picked up the noodles in your bowl and began slurping them up with delight.

After thoroughly enjoying your meals along with each others’ presence, Yae shifted in her seat to face you.

“Oh yes, one part I failed to mention,” she recalled “The reason I invited you to eat and speak with me on this matter.”

“You didn’t just want my input?” You asked her. She shook her head and giggled.

“No, I had something else in mind,” she started explaining “I wanted to see what it was really like, being in a relationship with a woman, solely to assist with  writing these two characters. What do you think?”

“You’re not proposing–” You were taken aback, absolutely shocked by what the kitsune was insinuating. Your face turned a bright red and she smirked at this physical response.

“Only for the purpose of writing this story. After all, I can split the sales with you if that’s a motivator of yours.” She proposed.

“No, no! I’m not money-hungry for anything, I’m just–” You shook your head and waved your hands, but she interrupted the oncoming explanation. She already knew.

“I know, I know. This is completely uncalled for and it concerns you that I proposed this out of the blue. Truly I understand,” Yae sympathized, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder “You have all the right to reject this offer. I will not force you to assist me, but I’d very much like it if you did.”

“I…” you tried to speak, but couldn’t muster up the words. While yes, this was quite uncalled for, you weren’t uncomfortable. Flattered, maybe, but not shifting and squirming because you wanted to leave. Only because this was quite sweet, in some weird way. She said it was fake but sincerity was sprinkled in her voice.

“I… I have decided… I will help you with this investigation of yours.” You accepted, turned away from her out of embarrassment.

“Are you certain? You look like you're quite bashful and unsure.” She asked to confirm, and you faced her.

“Miss Yae, all due respect, who in their right mind would reject an opportunity like this?” You deadpanned, causing her to giggle in response.

“I suppose you have a point.”

“So does this mean…?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. She nodded and smirked.

“Hopefully we’ll make the best of partners, my dear Y/N.” She cooed as she handed the man behind the counter a pouch of mora. She then proceeded to get up and offer her arm. You got up and grasped her forearm and smiled up at her. 

“Shall I walk you home?” She offered, a loving smile on her lips. You nodded and averted your eyes shyly.

“Yes, Miss Yae.” You grinned from ear to ear. You’d cover your face if you could. A feeling was boiling in your chest and you had no idea what it was. Not anxiety, not fear, but admiration? No. Too soon. That couldn’t possibly be it. It’s only been minutes.

“Alright, lead the way,” She said as you two headed out of the restaurant and into the beautiful night.

This is all just for the sake of inspiration, right? Then why does it feel so real?

A/N: Hi guys! I've had this idea in my brain forever and if you want the whole story (I haven't finished the second chapter yet lol), I will be regularly updating it on Wattpad! This post is the first chapter and the link below is the same thing but if you'd like to support the book, it'd mean a lot! <3

[fio-renze]

“I just feel so foolish.” 

Pyraelia glanced over at her sister and arched an eyebrow, watching as Fiorenze turned a small sea shell over in her hands. “You shouldn’t, really. Dwelling on it is just going to make it worse. You loved someone, that’s worth celebrating, regardless of the outcome.”

Fiorenze sighed a little and rolled a shoulder. In her bikini and beach robe it was easy to see how much she’d changed in a year. Soft fat had become lean muscle, the delicate floral tattoos that twisted up her left arm would never have been allowed to be displayed so openly in the salons and gardens of the nobles in Eversong. She tucked the shell into her pocket before reaching up to scratch at her scalp a bit and shake out her salt kissed curls, “I suppose. All I can control is what I do about it, right? Try not to go anywhere he’ll be, do my best to figure out what to do next. Cakes is off limits now, and the gallery’s going to be a bit of a nightmare, I suppose.” 

“Annya said she’d take care of you and make sure you knew where he’d be, didn’t she? She seems to like you, so hopefully that will work out at least,” Pyraelia shrugged and smiled a bit as the surf crept up the beach, running over her feet before receding. “I don’t think avoiding places your friends go is very productive, though. He did tell me a while ago that he cared about you very much.” 

“Did he? How quaint. Words mean nothing without action to back them up,” her tone was razor sharp for a moment before settling back into her usual silken ease, “It’s easier to avoid him at the after party, during the actual gallery show is another thing entirely. I could just show up fashionably late, but that’s rude, too. I trust Annya to do what’s best for herself, and in this instance making sure the show is lovely for most is that. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had that mysterious Sera fellow guide me around on occasion.” 

Pyraelia laughed quietly, “That doesn’t sound like it would be so bad, you do like giving people something to talk about, and there will be enough nobles and former nobles there to show off a bit around. You’re thriving more than you aren’t, you know.” 

Fiorenze smiled at her, eyes hidden behind her oversized sunglasses, “Thank you. Keep reminding me of that, please. It certainly doesn’t feel like it, most of the time.” 

“Sure, and for the record, you’ve always been foolish. He’s not special,” she was quick to smile back, earnest in the sentiment even if it was a bit of a sisterly jab. 

Another wave crashed onto the shore and Fio turned her gaze back out across the glittering blue, hiding her expression away, “We’ll have to agree to disagree on that for a bit longer.”

[sugudoe]

1, 6, 7, 9, 14, 18, 21, 24, 30, 32, 40

emy, love, i got too excited and started babbling .ᐟ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🪷་༘

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

morbid as it is, i believe my depression and anxiety are the two major factors, specially this last few months, it’s getting difficult as of late, but fortunately i have the third thing, which is love. i might have problems with loving my own life, but i love others and it makes worth living. there are greater things expecting me, so i keep being this optimistic, gentle and try hard person.

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

the best thing, without a doubt, it’s this whole community of strangers that follow me, likes my stuff and interact with it. any time i see a comment it turns into fuel for my writing, and therefore i keep making more and more non stopping. the worst part for me, would be my strong desire to keep getting better than what i was yesterday, so i burn my brains and my eyes with editing a new theme every night, writing until my fingers and arms go numb and the feeling of believing no one likes it. i had a talk with another creator this week, about this fear of never growing or making people hate what i do, it’s silly, but it has been plaguing me for a few weeks now.

what scares you the most and why?

be stuck. i have many goals, had always been a wanderer in my own mind, creating the life of my dreams, and it petrifies me the idea to never conquer them. to see myself in the future living something i did not plan or created, to be unhappy and grey, makes me very very scared.

tell a story about your childhood.

i don’t remember much of it, so i’ll tell you this one from before my birth. my mother was on her way to clip her tubes, and found out she was pregnant with not only me, but a boy as well, her biggest dream. she then decided to trick my older sibling, saying if the baby is a girl, my sibling can pick the name, if is a boy then she will. i guess whatever divine creature in the sky didn’t enjoyed her lying to a six years old, and then i ended up “eating” my twin. any opportunity, my mom tells this story and she says “you ate my boy!!”. sukuna aah story.

what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

to live by myself, actually. not in a house setting way, i actually mean i fear doing things by myself, i avoid wasting my money with me or going out alone. i thrive on having company, that’s why i like to interact with people.

do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?

yes for both! all the woman in my family could be considered mediums, specially my mom. we have always been followed by weird things. we have lived in three houses, the first one had a weird atmosphere to it, in the dark. the second one was were i grow up, constant nightmares, one person died and showed up demonically to two people, it scares me to be anywhere there, to look somewhere for too long and know you will see something. my current house, though, it’s fucking creepy as well and unfortunately i’m the most affected one. i’ve seen a girl on my siblings bed, something white jumping towards me, a black shadow following me, sounds of chains, screaming, footsteps and yet, the second one scares me the most. for aliens i believe in them, astronomy is my favorite thing in the world, my dad and i use our telescopes to see the astros and keep saying “you see that? that’s an ovni, for sure.”

are you a spiritual person?

i don’t know, my parents have never imposed religion on me, so i learned for myself. have always believed in the universe, i studied lots of religion and when i found all those similarities i started to believe that there is something that is behind all of this, and it presents itself for others with different names and faces.

what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

i’m proud of mini me, she was really pure and really smart. i learned english by myself when i was seven years old, i learned of astronomy, arrows and bows, of the history of the world, to write and to read and to talk freely of what i think. gosh, she was amazing.

what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

as of later, you guys. anytime i see an ask, a comment, a follower, serotonin is released. and also music, to sing and dance when the emotions are too much. my favorite song is a nova vida, by carter burwell.

how many tabs do you have open right now?

110 on safari and if asking about apps, it’s 6.

any bad habits?

bed rotting, and i used to smke, but it’s been a long time, yay!

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

73. Love Story

Midge has gotten used to fighting with Joel.

She wishes it didn’t have to be this way, but here she is, getting yelled at by her ex about her set again. Well, he wants her to think it’s about her set, but the truth is that she knows he’s more upset by her current relationship than by anything she said on stage.

She’s accepted that her relationship with her ex-husband is always going to be like this. He’s never going to be okay with the fact that she didn’t just shrivel up and die when he left, that she’s, in fact, thriving now that she’s not married to him anymore.

It doesn’t mean she’s not going to defend herself, though. She stares at him for a long time after he finishes his rant, and then she takes a deep breath and says, “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

“You think this is a joke?” He snaps.

She exhales through her nose. “I do. I do think this is a joke,” she replies. “It’s not a funny joke, but what else would I expect from someone who can’t tell a joke he didn’t rip off?”

“Everyone borrows material!”

“I don’t,” she points out. “Lenny doesn’t. Neither does Bob Hope or Mort Sahl or Mel Brooks."

“Fine! I’m a shit comic! You succeeded where I couldn’t. You happy?”

“Very,” she answers. “And that kills you. Not because I’m a successful comic, but because I’m happy with someone else. You’re angry because I’m dating someone who makes me happy. You expected me to be devastated over your leaving for the rest of my life, and I’m not.” She shrugs and shakes her head. “I’m fine. In fact, I’m fantastic, and your ego can’t handle it. So instead of standing here and arguing with you and letting you make me the bad guy, I’m leaving,” she explains calmly.

She picks up her purse and walks out of the green room, back into the club proper, where Lenny’s leaning on the bar. “I thought you were meeting me backstage,” she says, cocking her head.

“But the drinks are out here,” he jokes. “And you were laying into Joel pretty heavily. I figured my presence would make it worse.”

“Probably,” she sighs.

“You okay? Want me to take you somewhere else?” He offers.

“Yes, please.”

He tosses a couple bills on the bar and wraps his arm around her shoulder. “Okay, where are we going?” He asks as they step out onto the sidewalk.

“Somewhere we can be alone,” she answers, leaning into him and wrapping both of her arms around his waist.

He kisses the top of her head and leads her in the direction of his apartment.

--

She’s relieved to get her shoes off, and Lenny helps with her coat, hanging it on the rack by the door. “Your set was great tonight,” he comments as he pulls off his jacket. She raises her eyebrows and immediately places the back of her hand on his forehead. “What are you doing?”

“I didn’t have to interrogate you to get that compliment. I’m making sure you don’t have a fever,” she teases.

He laughs. “I’m not allowed to compliment my very talented girlfriend?”

“No, you definitely are,” she answers, dropping her hand and giving him a quick kiss. She turns to head for the kitchen to make coffee, but he grabs her hand and pulls her back to him, kissing her more deeply. She smiles against his lips as she slips her arms around his neck. She hums contentedly as they part. “That was nice,” she murmurs.

“Very,” he agrees. She smiles and steps out of his arms, making it to the kitchen this time.

She’s pouring coffee grounds into the filter when he says, “I talked to Abe today.”

“A common occurrence,” she points out. “What was it this time? Space exploration? Cuba? Civil rights?”

“None of the above. Well, actually we did talk about James Meredith for a minute,” he corrects. “But, uh...I had something I wanted to ask him.”

She fills the coffee pot and pours it into the machine before turning to look at him. He’s standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Sounds serious,” she comments. “Is everything okay?”

He smiles gently at her. “Everything’s great,” he breathes, moving toward her.

She smiles. “Okay, so what was this question you had to ask?”

Lenny takes a deep breath as he stands before her. “If he’d be okay if I asked you to marry me.”

Her lips part in surprise, and he lowers himself to one knee in front of her, producing a box from his pocket. “Oh my god,” she breathes.

“Midge...” He opens the box, revealing a beautiful ring. “Will you marry me?”

She looks at him, feeling herself get choked up, and her mind goes completely blank for a moment. “I can’t think of anything funny to say.”

“You don’t have to,” he replies with a chuckle. “Just...say yes.”

A broad grin takes over her entire face, and she nods. “Yes,” she whispers. “Oh my god, yes.”

He slips the ring onto her finger and rises to his feet, pulling her into another deep kiss.

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 7 of The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars is here! 🌶️

It starts getting spicy and earns its Explicit rating in this chapter. MINORS should not interact! 👀

Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x female OC (Kate Mayflower)

Chapter features body worship, teasing, fingering, cunnilingus

Again, minors, do not interact! 🌶️

The full chapter is available below the cut, along with the AO3 link. Feedback would be greatly appreciated, as I am new to writing smut!

Chapter 7: Leave It to Me

Kate surveys her appearance in the bathroom mirror, having left Sebastian in the living room on the loveseat. She splashes a little water on her face and pinches her cheeks, in an attempt to appear lively, even though she has been up for almost 24 hours now. She brushes her long golden hair, which has gone just a bit frizzy and gotten tangled over the course of the night, and dabs perfume on her pulse points. Merlin. The most attractive man I’ve ever beheld is waiting out there for me, like a belated birthday present.

As she finally meanders back to the living room, Sebastian seems to be looking around in amazement, taking everything in. The room is tiny, reflecting the small size of the cottage. A fireplace crackles, close to the front door. He relaxes comfortably on the small brown couch, his legs spread out behind a wooden coffee table. Plants are scattered throughout the room, hanging from the ceiling and sitting in pots of various sizes. An open doorway next to an empty wall leads into the kitchen, and Kate herself wanders in from the other direction - a small hallway that leads to the rest of the cottage. 

“Kate, your cottage - it’s so cozy and welcoming. I love it,” Sebastian tells her genuinely. “It’s charming. This might sound stupid, but it feels like a real home.” 

His eyes roam over all of the plants, and he feels a surge of warmth as Kate sits directly next to him on the loveseat. Then, he looks directly at her, leaning over to get even closer. “What is your favorite plant?” he asks softly with a smile.

“In this room or in general?” Kate pauses, and when he simply nods, she chuckles and speaks enthusiastically.  “Well, in this room, I suppose I would say my Christmas cactus. I just love that it blooms in the winter! It’s so cold and dreary, but the cactus flowers bring color - a bright pink - to the dead world. Despite everything, it thrives.”

Sebastian listens attentively and notices her excitement as she describes the plant she loves. Her explanation was adorable. “It is a nice one, even when it’s just green. I’ve never seen a Christmas cactus bloom. I will take your word for it that it is beautiful.” He looks in her eyes still as he encourages her to tell more. “What about your favorite plant in general?”

“Sunflowers,” she answers without hesitation. “I have always loved sunflowers. Well, any flowers, really. Anything colorful and pretty and fragrant.”

Taking her hand in his, he replies softly and romantically, “Kate, you’re like the flowers. You bring color and life anywhere you go.”

Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, her heartbeat quickens. “That’s very sweet of you to say.” She blushes, her cheeks turning pink. “I love plants. My father taught me how to garden, how to tend to them all. He owns a business based around, well… tending to rich people’s gardens.” She quietly laughs, then asks, “Do you have a favorite plant or flower in general, Sebastian?”

“I’m a simple man,” he replied with a small grin, his arm brushing against hers. “You can call me boring, but I like roses. They’re classic and elegant. You can’t go wrong with roses.” Sebastian figured this would be an answer she would appreciate.

“Roses - interesting. They’re so delicate and require precise care. Their fragrance is one of my favorites and part of my perfume,” Kate notes. “You know, I actually thought that you might say something like a cedar or pine or some kind of fir tree. I hope it isn’t weird to say, but I noticed that scent on you earlier.” 

“Did you, now?” Sebastian smirks. He pauses, thinking about something. “I like trees, yes, and roses, but most of all, I like flowers that have meaning to them.” There was a deep sincerity in his voice that made it hard to look away from him. “I can see a sunflower being that flower for you.”

Kate contemplates what he said. It was rare to find a man who knew anything like that. “Do you… actually know a lot about the meaning of flowers? What makes you think the sunflower is symbolic for me?” Her curiosity is piqued, wanting to know his reasoning.

Sebastian moved his arm around Kate’s shoulders and leaned a little bit further into her space. “Sunflowers… They symbolize cheerfulness and joy. They represent the warmth of the sun. And that’s what you bring to the room. Sunshine.” 

As soon as he says the word sunshine, a look of wonder appears on her face. “Did you just say sunshine? That was my nickname growing up…”

He felt something stir inside of him; it felt as though lacewing flies were lighting up and fluttering around his stomach. He didn’t know what to think or say. It was as if the gods were watching down on them and their chance meeting. “Sunshine? It’s your nickname?” he asks in a hushed tone. 

“Yes. It’s a strange coincidence you said that, Sebastian…” Kate trails off, her eyes not leaving his. “One of my grandmothers gave me that nickname when I was very little, and it stuck. She said that when I was a toddler, I was always running around, smiling and giggling. I was a happy little girl, spreading joy everywhere I went. I also had very light blonde hair, just like the sun.”

Sebastian nodded appreciatively. “It’s still true. You have an energy to you - warmth and cheerfulness.” Her bright smile, her contagious laughter - he felt it all. She was just like a ray of sunshine. “Can I call you Sunshine?”

Kate’s cheeks turn pink again. “Um, sure… that’s fine.” She shyly plays with her hair.

“Shall I tell you my nickname as a child?” he asks.

“Absolutely! Please do.”

He chuckles. “Prince. I was always pampered by my parents when they were still living. I was spoiled. My mother always called me her little prince, and Anne was called her little princess. The little twin rulers.”

Kate bursts out laughing. “Seriously? That’s adorable. You must have been an incredibly sweet and spoiled boy, then. Or a little brat!” She giggles. She isn’t sure if she should ask about his parents and their passing right now. It seems like the wrong time, so she tucks it away. It’s too heavy. Later. 

Sebastian could not help but laugh with her - it was infectious. “Yeah, I was kind of a handful. What about you? Is Sunshine your only nickname?” He asked sincerely.

“Well, that was the main one. But my parents also happened to call me Princess, believe it or not. They spoiled me rotten. I pretty much always got whatever I wanted and was always ordering people around - even adults.” She stops to try to remember any other nicknames. “I can’t think of more at the moment. But I love that you were called Prince and that I was called Princess.” Suddenly a thought strikes her, a huge smile crossing her face. “Perhaps since my other nickname is Sunshine, maybe I’m the princess of the sun. You can be the prince of the moon and rule over night and darkness.” She chuckles, enjoying the idea.

“I like the sound of that. The prince of the moon and princess of the sun. It suits us both.”

“You know, I’d like to know so much more about the moon prince.” Kate gives Sebastian a sweet look. “I happen to find him handsome and romantic and intriguing…”

Did she just call me handsome? She’s adorable. He felt the need to make a witty comment back, but his brain was short-circuiting in pure bliss. “Intriguing? Why do you find me intriguing?”

Kate doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, she searches his eyes. “There’s an aura about you - you’re secretive, I think. I feel like I am compelled to uncover the mystery and… maybe solve it? I don’t know, maybe that’s just cheesy.” She blushes. “I guess what I’m actually trying to say is… I like you, Sebastian. There’s something about you that pulls me in.”

“I like you, too, Princess,” he replied without hesitation. “And it’s not cheesy. I understand what you mean.”

Sebastian thought about the aura that Kate said surrounded him. It was true. He tried to remain a mystery to most people. He had so many secrets. Ones that would probably scare Kate. He liked her very much, but he didn’t want to hide - couldn’t hide - who he really was forever. She would eventually have to know. But if he said anything now, he might not get any further. He once again decides to keep his lips sealed tight. “Well, I will allow you to uncover and solve any mystery of mine. I’ll only give you clues, though. It would be no fun giving you my entire life story right off the bat,” he teased.

“Oh, so you’re going to make me work for it?” Kate asks playfully. “What might make you share your secrets with me? How shall I find any clues?”

Sebastian smirked. “If I told you all of my secrets right now, we wouldn’t have much to talk about in the future, would we? But… maybe if you tell me a secret of yours, I will tell you something, too.”

“A fair trade,” Kate replies, pondering what to share. It’s difficult to concentrate, being so close to him. Flirtatiously, she whispers in his ear, “What if I told you that I am dying to kiss you right now?”

The lacewing flies pick up again. He wants to do it. He wants to kiss her right now. He couldn’t stop a grin from flashing across his face. He leaned in even closer yet, his heart pounding and excitement pumping through his veins. “Then, I would tell you that I want that, too.”

“A shared secret,” she murmurs suggestively, her eyes on his lips.

Sebastian’s mind was already made up. Without any further estimations, he leaned in and went for it. His eyes fluttered shut, and he slowly brought his lips to hers, enjoying every second of the sweet and romantic moment. 

“I don’t ever want to stop,” he whispered, his voice gravelly, when they pulled apart. His breathing was heavy; his heart kept beating wildly. 

“Is that another secret?” Kate asks in a quiet voice. “Because that’s one of my secrets, too…” 

She leans back in and kisses him again, deeper and longer and more tender this time. As Kate throws her arms around him, he locks his arms around her waist and continues to kiss her. All he wants is to hold her and kiss her, for the moment to never end, but he was still a little afraid that if he kept going that she might think he was moving too fast. “Princess…” he whispered, his voice soft. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? With me?” His fingers grazed her back.

“Yes,” she replies. “I wouldn’t have brought you home otherwise, Sebastian.” Kate pauses, now worried that she is coming off too strong.

Sebastian felt her soft and delicate touch on his back. He thought he might go crazy, his mind racing with emotions. “Do you want to… go further?” He brushed his fingertips over her back as well.

Kate takes a deep breath, then eventually nods. “Only if you do.” She looks into his eyes and kisses his hand softly, then puts it back around her waist.

Sebastian bit his lower lip. He couldn’t believe he was in this situation. He pulled her closer, giving her another small kiss. He was starting to feel more comfortable with Kate in his arms. Asking for permission, he softly asks, “Can I…?” but his voice trails off.

“You don’t need to ask,” Kate whispers in his ear. “I only ask that you listen if I say no. And I really doubt I am going to say no to you. I’m not sure I could,” she admits. “There’s something about us. I need to see if it’s… real. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“I feel it, too,” he replies, taking a deep breath. “I want to see if it’s real as well.” 

Sebastian slowly leans in for another kiss, a much deeper one. Kate completely surrenders to his lips, meeting them over and over again. She presses a hand to his chest and curls another around the back of his neck. Her body feels so awake right now. Every sensation sends electricity coursing through her veins. 

What started as a flicker is now a roaring fire in Sebastian’s body. He cannot help himself, the flames so wild that they could not be contained by the strongest magic. His lips are pressing against hers bruisingly, his fingers weaving through her hair. His tongue tries to find hers as the kiss becomes more intense. He is ready to take her to the ground if she asks him to. 

Sebastian finally pulls away and takes a deep breath, needing air. They stared into each other’s eyes. “It is real,” he whispered, smiling softly. 

“Gods, it’s real…” Kate replies, catching her breath.

She gives him a seductive look, and then she climbs onto his lap, folding her legs around his on the loveseat. With fiery passion now in her eyes, too, she moves her arms to his back. “Is this okay?” She kisses him.

He smiles as he observes her red, swollen lips. “Of course it is. I couldn’t ask for anything better.” He gives her the same flirty look.

Sebastian starts to trail kisses from her lips to her ear, then down her neck. Kate leans back, breathing heavily, as his lips start moving lower. She gasps as he kisses a sensitive part of her neck over and over, teasing her. Her hands slowly move from his back to his shoulders, to the back of his neck, and finally to his head. She pushes her fingers through his chestnut-colored hair, discovering how thick it is. Sebastian groans in delight. 

His hands travel to the front of her dress and begin to unbutton the bodice. Sebastian’s lips work in sync, kissing her the entire time. His mouth then returns to the point where her shoulder and neck meet, hearing her little moan. 

Exhaling sharply, she pulls his head back up to her face, pressing her lips to his again. His hands release button after button as they deeply and passionately kiss. Her body temperature is rising to an exorbitant level. She nips at his bottom lip, then slides her tongue over it. He mirrors her actions, moaning and feeling his heart race. 

Finally, Sebastian has successfully unbuttoned the entire top half of her dress. He pulls back a little and looks down at Kate before pulling it down slowly, letting the fabric pool at her hips. She trembles as her corset is exposed, her large breasts heaving underneath. She slowly brings her eyes to his. Sebastian’s heart pounds faster and louder as he trails his hands around her body, pulling her closer to him. His frame presses against hers as he looks right into her eyes. 

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “So bloody gorgeous.”

Kate’s breathing is heavy as Sebastian reaches around to the strings of her corset. As he unties the bow and loosens the strings little by little, she begins to kiss his neck as well, leaving little nips at times. She starts to unbutton his vest, and once that is open, she works on his collared shirt. Her mouth explores every new piece of skin she exposes. When her work is complete, he slowly shrugs off his shirt and vest, dropping them on the floor, exposing his toned, strong, and freckled body. His fingers return to her corset as he kisses and lightly bites her neck. Her mouth falls open, little noises dropping out, as she surges upward in delight.

Feeling that her corset is finally loose enough now to take off, Kate raises her arms for him to lift it up and off of her. It is a real pleasure when the awful contraption is off of her body, but she also flushes, turning pink as she feels exposed. Sebastian stares at her breasts for a moment before leaning forward and kissing them with a moan. She cannot help but let out a groan as well when his lips discover a nipple, licking all around it. One of his hands begins to cup and caress her other breast. 

“Oh, Sebastian…” Kate whimpers. 

He couldn’t contain it any longer. Sebastian gently pushes Kate down, to the point where she was laying on her back on the tiny loveseat with her legs dangling off of it. He hovered over her, feeling powerful, and began to kiss down her body, taking his time and savoring every inch. There was no rush - only pleasure. Only he had the power to make her squirm and whimper like this.

“Sebastian… should we move… somewhere else?” she whispers breathlessly. “This couch - it’s not comfortable. It’s too small…”

Kate is right - the space is too cramped. And this is not where he wants their first time to take place. She deserves better. 

“Oh. Um… do you want to go to your room?” he replied, his face flushed.

“Yes,” Kate replies quickly, pushing herself back up. 

She kisses him hard in an attempt to keep the sensuous mood going before they move. Kate slowly stands, keeping her mouth on his until she simply cannot anymore. When Sebastian stands, his hands go to the small of her back, untying the bow of her dress and loosening it. Finally, the dress falls to the floor, leaving Kate in only her lacy knickers. She steps out of the dress and gives him a seductive look. Her hands reach forward to run over his chiseled chest and torso. Sebastian leans down to kiss her again. She only pulls away to take him to her bedroom. She grabs his hand and leads him down the short hallway, taking a left into her room.

Once they are in her room, the moment feels even more intimate. Sebastian looked around and noticed more plants, hanging and on the ground. He doesn’t have much time to observe anything, though. He suddenly moans as he feels her hands gliding from his chest to his abs and then lower yet. Kate begins to work on his trousers, unbuttoning them and unzipping his fly. She pulls his slacks down quickly, then appears unsure of what to do next. They are both practically naked, standing before each other, with Kate in just her knickers and Sebastian in just his shorts, though it sure seems like there is something rather large underneath. Kate gulps, understanding his size.  

“Sebastian… it’s… um, it’s been a while for me. I just want you to know that before we go any further,” she explains, feeling the need to warn him now that she has seen how big he is. She knows it’s going to hurt a little. She’s out of practice.

“It’s okay. I can be gentle for you,” he whispers, his tone soft and low. His hands moved around her waist and back to her breasts. He smiles gently, and looks down for a moment. “Can I… Can I do something first?” he asks in a raspy voice.

Kate whispers back, “What do you want to do?”

“Can I… Can I taste you?” His face turns slightly red. He feels something far more for Kate than just lust; he wants to be sure she is satisfied as well.

Kate’s eyes go wide. Her mouth drops. “I… oh, gods… uh… erm, this is embarrassing.” She pauses, looking away from him. “Alright, I am just going to say it. I hope you don’t look at me any differently. Sebastian, I am pretty experienced, but… no one has ever done that for me before.” Kate blushes. “I don’t know if I’ll like it or not…”

He lets out a small moan at her words, his fingers teasing one of her nipples as the other hand kneads her breast. “That makes me want to do it even more.” He pauses, leaning down to kiss her lips. “I’ll make sure you enjoy your first time with me. I promise.” He winks, putting his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“But… What about you?” Kate asks, searching Sebastian’s eyes. “Don’t you find it… disgusting? My ex-boyfriend never even wanted to try. He said that ladies were just… dirty down there. But I’ve heard that most women really like-” She stops herself from chattering on, closing her eyes in embarrassment when she realizes that he is gazing at her in surprise.

Sebastian takes a few seconds to respond. “I don’t find it disgusting at all. It’s exciting. I want you to experience that pleasure. And I’m sure you will taste delicious.” He caresses her cheek, brushing her hair away from her face. He focuses on her with a gentle smile. “I want to make you happy, Kate,” he whispers into her ear.

“You - you do? Truly?” Kate’s eyes widen. “My ex-boyfriend - to be honest, he never really made me feel…” She trails off, biting her lip and looking away. “He just - well, he just cared about himself when we were in bed.” She finally meets Sebastian’s eyes again. “I’m sorry. I know this is stupid. He just… kind of messed things up for me.”

Sebastian kisses her on the forehead, holding her tightly. The feeling of her skin against his is overwhelming and intoxicating. “Kate, you don’t have to apologize. Some guys are just selfish and don’t care about how their girl feels.” He pauses. “You don’t have to worry about me. I care about your needs and your emotions. I’m not just going to use you and ignore your feelings. You deserve to feel good.”

Kate nods, appearing hopeful. “Alright…” She takes a nervous breath. “What should I do, Sebastian? Should I lie down?”

He smiles, kissing her softly on the lips. He runs his hands through her hair, letting out a breath. “Yes, lay down and relax. Just leave it all to me,” he whispers in a soothing voice, trying to calm her nerves as he gently pushes her onto the bed.

As Sebastian lowers Kate’s body, he follows her down the entire way. He captures her lips in his again, and then begins kissing his way down her body, focusing on the most sensitive areas - her neck, her collarbone, each of her breasts, as she moans and whimpers. He sucks on each of her stiff, rosy nipples before journeying on to her belly button and below. His hand softly glides up her thigh. He slips his fingers under the waistband of her lacy pink panties, dragging them slowly down her legs and finally throwing them to the side. 

Now, Sebastian clambers off the bed. For a moment, he hungrily takes in the sight of Kate’s entirely nude body. By the gracious and merciful gods, he was somehow granted permission to glimpse and caress and ruin. It’s enough to make him twitch uncomfortably beneath the underpants holding him back.

Sebastian kneels and settles himself on the rug that covers the floor around the bed. He spreads her legs wide and encourages her to scoot her body until, directly in front of his face, lies her sweet cunt. For several moments, he greedily gazes upon his unwrapped present, untouched for so long but now completely and willingly open to him and him alone. She is well-groomed, with only a small, trimmed patch of brown hair leading to her pink, arousal-moistened center, where she wants - no, needs - him the most. 

Kate gasps when she suddenly feels the sensation of Sebastian’s hand gliding up her leg all the way to her thick thigh… and then between her thighs. Getting exactly what she craves, Kate moans as he palms her pussy. Then, he causes her entire body to spasm as he uses his index fingers to trace circles around her sensitive nub. She shakes erratically, her legs moving on their own accord, alternating between stretching and folding. Feeling intense pleasure, Kate begins to whine as he takes his time, doing nothing else. It feels so much better when it’s him doing this; satisfying herself when she is lonely and longing for a non-existent lover at night would never be as fulfilling as having a man she adores between her legs. Not even getting inspired, hot and wound up, by the most erotic of texts could compare. Sebastian smiles, increasing the pace while observing each reaction she gifts him, experimenting and learning and memorizing for further study. He begins to touch her clit directly but gently, moving his finger up and down over it, pressing lightly, as she whimpers loudly. Her legs flail; her back arches. He continues to do what she clearly likes, teasing her in all the right places as she makes high-pitched vocalizations of ecstasy.

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” Sebastian’s voice was slightly raspy. He was clearly having a grand time himself, ready to progress.

“Oh, gods, yes. Sebastian, please don’t stop,” Kate chokes out, her voice needy.

He smirks, then switches hands. He moves one index finger through her wet folds, preparing, while his other hand works at her clit. He finally slips his finger inside of her, feeling her tight walls cautiously accept him. When he is sure she is ready, an additional appendage joins in a moment later. He pumps his long fingers in and out of her - slow at first, just like a little fire gaining momentum. Then, as it turns into a roaring bonfire, she begins to whine uncontrollably as he increases his pace. Then, he curls his fingers inside her body, and she practically explodes, as though someone is using Confringo on her very soul.

“Sebastian! Oh, gods!!!” Kate cries out. Her hands search desperately for something to hold on to and eventually grab onto the quilt, twisting the fabric up in her fists.

He smiles at that, concentrating on her pleasure. She continues to whimper and moan his name in desperation, mewling more and more.

Then, Kate observes that he is changing positions. He removes his slick fingers from her sopping wet cunt and wraps his strong hands around her thighs to make sure her legs are wide open for what will come next. The anticipation causes her to shiver as she feels his breath between her legs. 

Sebastian is already turned on, his erection straining against his shorts and dribbling in a liquid plea, but he cannot wait to make Kate reach a breaking point, to see her unravel and give in to the chaos he is thrilled to provide. He wants to make her feel so good that she will never desire any other man but him. With that goal in mind, he starts to slowly kiss and lick her inner thighs, moving his lips and tongue everywhere, worshiping every centimeter of her skin, guided by her moans and cries. He loves hearing her this way - it is so satisfying and maddening at the same time. 

Kate does her best to rid herself of her nerves, trying to get out of her head and simply feel, just like he said earlier. Then, Sebastian licks a long, lingering stripe through the center of her folds, causing her to cry out and her eyes to widen. His hands bruisingly hold her legs open as he licks and kisses her wet pussy.

“Oh, my gods…” she whines at the long, slow line his tongue traces, straining against his grip and squirming in delight. Then, he moves to flick his tongue over her clit. Almost instantly, her hips buck and her back arches. She cries out his name.

“You’re so wet, Kate. You taste so good… so sweet…” Sebastian moans out between long tongue swipes over her cunt, lapping up her nectar.

Kate continues to whimper as he gives open-mouthed kisses to her pussy. Her whimpers are replaced with gasps as she feels his tongue at her entrance, pushing in slowly. He moves his tongue in and out, mimicking what his fingers did earlier, noisily drinking in her slick arousal as though it is the secret potion for immortality. Kate throws her head back, moaning his name over and over like a chant to the gods.

He moves his head to the side to take a breath and tell her how bloody beautiful she is like this, all laid out for him. Then, he returns to her cunt and places his lips around her clit, sucking gently.

“Oh, fuck!” Kate cries out, shouting. 

Sebastian removes his arm from one of her thighs, plunging his fingers into her depths as his tongue and mouth simultaneously work on her sensitive nub. Kate can’t help it - she begins to writhe about, so many extraordinary feelings invading her body all at once. The sounds she makes are unfamiliar and new even to her as Sebastian brings her to a high she has never achieved before. She is an absolute mess as he sucks and licks and even slurps down there. 

Kate’s face is beet red as she shouts out in pleasure, looking down to see only his thick brown hair, his freckled forehead beaded with sweat, his focused dark eyes. “Sebastian - oh, Merlin… I’m so close…”

Spurred on by her admission, Sebastian’s fingers push deeper and harder, moving in tandem with his mouth. He licks tight circles around her clit, then flicks his tongue again. She is completely lost to the most incredible feeling she has ever experienced - it is indescribable. Kate screams his name over and over as her walls contract around him. He continues to fuck her with his fingers even as her pussy tightens, eventually moving more and more slowly as she floats back to earth. She finally begins to settle down from her climax, panting, her breasts heaving.

Kate’s reaction was everything he wanted to hear and feel. Sebastian felt proud that he had made her feel desired and delicious as she was devoured for the very first time. He couldn’t help but grin.

“Was that good for you?” he asked. “Are you feeling good, Kate?”

Sebastian moves himself up to sit on the bed, looking down upon her naked body. He wipes his shining mouth, cheeks, and chin. He then kisses her lips before caressing her thighs softly.

She is dumbfounded, her mind still processing this turn of events. “I - I don’t even know what to say, Sebastian!” Kate starts to laugh, a tingling sensation enveloping her body. “I’ve never felt like that before - never! No one has ever been that good to me before.” She is still trying to catch her breath as he lays down on the bed beside her, turning to look at her face. She does the same, rolling to her side and noticing a wet spot on his shorts, where he is still rock hard and straining to be free of the confines of the thin fabric.

“I’m glad that you are feeling so wonderful,” he beams, now caressing her cheek.

Sebastian’s eyes twinkle as he smiles. He moves his head closer to Kate’s. He placed a finger under her chin so that he could kiss her deeply. In a tender, gentle tone, he says, “We are going to make each other very, very happy, Kate. I can already tell.” Then, with a cheeky grin, he leans in, and with a low voice, adds, “I hope you know we aren’t done yet.”

[actress4him]

March Trope-A-Thon Day 2

I think Brumaria deserve a bit of fluff, too, after everything I’ve put them through (and will soon be putting them through!) lately.

As always, Bruno belongs to the fabulous @painful-pooch

Shadow of Death Masterlist

Fandom: Original Work

Prompt: Sunny Days

Contains: romance

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Na seil sal na terreva briciet debas

Shadows of passing clouds flicker behind her eyelids. A gentle breeze stirs the long grass, and the tips of the blades tickle her bare arms. Somewhere nearby, a small mammal is hiding, watching her, and an ant traverses her skirt like it’s a mountain. 

Na seil na plaumet vernas vocriar

The sun is warmer than it’s been in months. Winter is passing, spring is upon the land. Today, for the first time, she’s able to shed her extra layers and bask in the rays, soaking them into her skin. 

Na seil na Vaya calechytar e duan’a Vima

Footsteps approach, but they’re familiar ones so she doesn’t move. The small animal - a hare, most likely, by the way it moves - darts away, still hidden in the grasses. 

“What are you doing?” Bruno’s voice is full of fond amusement.

���Lying in the sun.” 

“I can see that.” There’s a pause, then he drops down to sit by her side. “We’ve had a lot of rain and clouds lately, hm?”

She hums in agreement, still not opening her eyes or moving a muscle. 

Silence falls, broken only by the rustling of the leaves and grass. “The sun does feel good,” he comments eventually. “It’s nice to actually stop and enjoy it.”

“The sun gives…” There isn’t really a word for it in Common. “Life energy,” she settles on. “It invigorates. Everything that the sun touches thrives.” She lets out a content sigh. “I feel closer to the earth on days the sun is shining.”

To a human, she probably sounds ridiculous. And even if he understands more about the Vaya than most humans, he still knows she’s only half. He knows that she has no real magic. She probably sounds like she’s stretching for reasons to be close to her people, imagining feelings that aren’t there, but what she feels is real, even if it’s nothing like what a full Vaya would experience.

Instead of pointing any of that out, he shifts, stretching out in the grass next to her, his arm brushing hers. “I’m glad you’re taking the time to soak it in, then. It gives me more energy, too. Though…” He yawns dramatically. “Right now it kind of makes me want to take a nap.”

Kamaria laughs quietly, and the conversation falls away. Time becomes meaningless as they lie there, side by side, letting their skin warm. Bruno rolls over to face her, dropping a soft kiss on her shoulder and running his fingers slowly through her hair. 

“Did you know that you look absolutely gorgeous lying there?” he whispers after a while.

Her ears heat rapidly, and it has nothing to do with the sun. “Shut up,” she mumbles.

“I’m serious. You’re always beautiful, but I think you’re right about the…life energy. I can see it in the way that you’re glowing right now.”

She finally moves, turning her head to face him and blinking open her eyes. He’s staring at her with a look of adoration on his face that she doesn’t know how to process or handle, much like his compliments. 

Instead of responding, she makes an attempt at turning it around on him. “Your eyes are reflecting the color of the sky. They’re…incredibly bright blue right now.” They’re stunning, is what they are, but that doesn’t quite roll off her tongue. 

Thankfully, he seems to recognize what she really means by her awkward phrasing, his face lighting up with a smile. “Maybe the life energy is working for me, too.”

She laughs again. Before meeting Bruno, she’d never thought laughing this often would ever be a possibility for her. She’d never laughed at all.

Reaching out, she finds his hand and laces her fingers through his. “Maybe so.”

[dreams-and-drabbles]

𝓟𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓶 🎭 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰

ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴜ (Parson belongs to @originalcharaycters / @plushiesssforcrying and Drake belongs to @anaxnee / @anaxocs …)

Drake couldn’t recall a day that he hadn’t heard her voice—

Any and every time he fell asleep, she was there—

Singing.

Ever since his childhood, he’d been subjected to the haunting melody…

It used to make him mad, too.

He’d absolutely hated hearing that song over and over again.

Now, though—

It was strangely comforting to him.

So much had changed in his life, yet— She was still there.

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It all started in the summer.

The air was thick, and it hung heavy, leaving those unfortunate enough to be outside saturated in sweat. Drake was one of those unfortunate people, the P.E coach was in a particularly enthusiastic mood.

Sometimes, Drake hoped Crowley would be gracious enough to talk to Coach Vargas— This wasn’t exercise, it was torture, but whatever-

After the twelfth lap, as embarrassing as it was to admit—

He passed out.

He wasn’t the only one, either, so it’s not like he was weak or anything!!!

He thrived on heat, but even for him—

That day, the warmth was unbearable.

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She was singing that song again, and upon second glance, she looked rather familiar…

Drake sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Why do you always sing the same thing?” He grumbled, not really expecting an answer.

It was a dream, after all—

Always the same as las—

“A good song is a good song, no matter how often someone sings it.”

Drake gaped, his eyes flying open in surprise.

“You speak!!!”

He exclaimed, his tone laden with shock.

The girl rolled her eyes, and Drake studied her face for a moment, his brows furrowed.

“Why wouldn’t I be able to speak? Obviously, I’m capable of speech, given I sing…”

She—

She had a point.

Drake gnawed the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowed in thought.

“Fine, then. Can I have your name, Miss Mysterious Singer?”

The girl smiled at him sweetly, and Drake’s cheeks burned—

She was cute—

“No.”

SHE WAS SO UNCUTE !!!!

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He woke to the sound of yelling.

Coach Vargas was getting told off by the castle’s maid, who didn’t appreciate the extra mess.

He stood up, glancing at the blue haired woman, and the muscular coach, before flashing a peace sign, and leaving—

He’d rather not get in the middle of that —

The next class was fortunately, far less taxing— It was just History, with Professor Trein.

He could probably nap, actually—

Trein’s class wasn’t hard.

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“Shouldn’t you be studying right now?”

The girl asked, and Drake was thrown off by the question.

“Shouldn’t you be singing right now? You know, instead of asking me about school n stuff—“

The girl’s cheeks went crimson and before he knew it, one of his cheek’s matched—

Maybe, he deserved that, but before he could decide if he did or not—

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He was woken by a loud meow, and it was with much irritation, that he met the gaze of Lucius, the professor’s familiar.

“Mr. Redhood. Would you care to answer question three?”

Drake stared at the Professor blankly, before frantically rushing to open his book—

The professor sighed, his features twisted in exasperation.

“If you are feeling unwell, then I suggest you go see the Nurse. I did hear about the disaster that was P.E today. I would also recommend you icing that cheek of yours.”

Drake nodded, his expression falling in confusion—

Ice his cheek…?

Wait!! That would mean !!!

“Thank you, professor.”

Professor Trein nodded, waving Drake off in a clear dismissal.

Drake fought back his grin, allowing it to slip on his face, only after he was out of the classroom.

The Nurse let him lay down, which was just perfect—

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“You’re real!!!” He shouted, pointing at the girl.

She raised a brow, her expression unimpressed.

“Congratulations. Your deductive abilities are astounding.”

He frowned, crossing his arms in irritation. “Oh, come on!!! Don’t be like that!!! I’ve thought you were a figment of my imagination for years!!”

The girl snorted, rolling her eyes, as she gave him a glare without any real heat behind it—

“Yes, well— You only just bothered to speak to me, so that’s kind of on you. Not only that, but the first thing you did was question my taste in music. Forgive me, if I’m not exactly thrilled.”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, offering her an apologetic smile, as that was all true—

“Sorry, yeah? When you phrase it like that… I sound kinda like a jerk.”

To his surprise, she shook her head, a small smile forming on her face. “Not a jerk, no— Just an idiot.”

His brow twitched.

“I think I’d rather be mean than stupid.”

She shrugged.

“Not everyone gets what they want in life.”

He frowned, his expression falling some—

“Yeah… You’re right.”

The girl looked up at him, after that, her expression softening some.

“Hey, I was ju—“

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The nurse woke him up, telling him that classes for the day were over, and he frowned.

That was a bit disappointing…

He was sure, he was about to get an apology or something like that!!!

It was with great disappointment that he returned to Diasmonia’s dormitory. He entered his room, and flopped onto the bed, hoping that he’d fall asleep—

He didn’t.

He’d probably slept too much throughout the day or something.

That was so irritating!

He opted to pass the time scrolling through Magicam—

Huh..? He got a follower?

…Parson…

Hmm.

He clicked follow back, and his expression fell—

This account is private: request to follow ?

He pressed ‘yes’ , his interest piqued—

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“Welcome back, Snoozles.”

Drake’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, and he brought a hand to his chest in mock offence.

“Snoozles?! Man, what did I do to deserve this?!”

Her lips twitched and his heart soared at the shift in her expression.

She’d almost smiled !!!

“Hmm, let’s think. Ah, yes. Miss Mysterious Singer…”

Drake rolled his eyes, gesturing to her teasingly. “Well you refused to tell me your name, sooo—!

Her eyes widened, and she averted her gaze, her cheeks tinged pink.

“Oh, I did… Alright, fine. My name is—“

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Drake swore when he was woken up, earning a surprised chortle from Lilia.

“Ufufu? Good dream, I take it? You wouldn’t wake for anything..”

Drake’s cheeks warmed at Lilia’s jest, and he shrugged in response.

“Um… Kind of, yeah.”

His phone buzzed from its spot on his bed, and man—

He wished he could just melt into the floor!!!

This was awkward as hell…

Lilia chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

“Ah, to be young again. Get ready, it won’t be good if you’re late, and… I have a feeling you may want to check your phone.”

Lilia gave him a knowing smile, before leaving the dorm—

Drake stared after him for a moment in confusion, before sighing, and glancing at his phone—

Parson has accepted your request.

[✉︎ One new message !!!]

Parson: Hey, Snoozles. It looks like our conversation got cut short— You go to NRC, right? Meet me at the field for flying lessons. BEFORE CLASS.

Drake reread the text, suddenly feeling very awake. He hurried to get ready, leaving the dorms in a rush to get to the field in time—

There was no way he’d be late.