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08melancholie · 5 months ago

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Coated. — Micah Bell/Reader

tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Feelings, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Chapter 2: Horseshoe Overlook (Red Dead Redemption 2), Location: Valentine (Red Dead Redemption), Short & Sweet, Short One Shot, Soft Micah Bell, Pining, Pining Reader, reader is lowkey a bit of a freak, Female Honorifics and Terms, a bit ooc but you can't blame me i just want him so bad, Obsession, Obsessive Behaviour, Unresolved Sexual Tension

summary: It felt unreal; the smell of musk, gunpowder and smoke, the leather fabric dragging over your undershirt, the way it hung over your body, threatening to slip off with every movement from the size difference. A storm always ruined your plans, usually. Though, you were finally glad for the change of weather, seeing how much it benefitted you tonight.

a/n: micah bell fluff im sorry guys cant help myself lawd....... i want him to give me a bear hug and tell me itll be ok

Not proofread !!!!

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Valentine always smelled the same, and it would instantly attack your nostrils when you'd exit the almost run-down saloon after a night out. Today, a fraction of the gang had one of the more successful jobs, and decided to treat themselves to a drink out in the nearby town instead of in camp, like they would usually. You were part of the fraction; having accompanied them on quite a few jobs as of recently.

It was a high-risk robbery, and it went so much smoother than any of the men you did the job with expected it to. So, it was obvious drinks would be needed. Maybe getting yourself drunk is exactly what you needed; whether or whether not you did, you were going to do it. And get drunk you—somewhat—did. You were a bit cheap, so you stopped yourself at tipsy with four shots of whiskey and a few rounds of beers that Arthur generously paid for everyone. Most people actually tapped out before you; surprisingly. Your guess was that they were simply too tired. By the end of the night, the only members left in the saloon out of your little group were Arthur, Dutch, Micah and yourself. You tapped out at your limit—more-so your wallets limit—and decided you'd also head out, saying so to the men deciding to keep on drinking. They told you to have a good night, and you returned the words before walking out.

And so, here you were, on the porch stairs a few feet before the saloon door, a cigarette held in your hand while you waited for the storm to die down a bit. The air was undeniably hot; seeing as the storm was happening late-July, which was odd. Your undershirt wasn't providing much warmth, and you hoped that the cigarette would do the job for you instead—to no avail.

You took shaky drags of your cigarette and blew the smoke out before yourself, hugging your body with your free hand. Seriously; why the hell was there a storm right now? At this time of year? It puzzled you, that much was sure. You just hoped it'd settle, even if by a bit, before you mounted up and left for camp.

The saloon doors creak, the old wood far past being an easy oil-it-up fix by now, and the owners too stingy and lazy to replace them. Spurs clank against the boots of the owner, that stops next to you.

"Hell you doin' out here, still?" Micah Bell. He had a very distinct voice; thick accent that muffled some of his words, just barely coherent when he spoke to you. A small drawl to it, like he was dragging the words out with him when he spoke them.

You explain your unfortunate situation—the coldness and wetness providing no sustainable condition to go riding right now—before you toss your cigarette into the muddy surface at the bottom of the stairs. He seems confused by your words, though. "So you'll shoot up half a town but is scared of a lil' water an' cold?" He teases you—like he does, every day. Everyone, at that. He always seeks his victim-of-the-day out easily, and that has been you today. What an honor.

You replied with a small scoff, shooing him off with your hand. "Oh, don't be like that girl," He lowered himself to a crouching position, now almost on level with you. "gotta let me tease you sometimes." His breath told you that he's had much more to drink than yourself, reeking of liquor and matching the usual scent of the saloon. But, that smelled seemed to match him.

"Quite a storm, yeah..." He watched the rain splash down onto the dirt road ahead, his forearms on his bent knees. "You ain't dressed for 'ts hellish weather either, huh?"

He's damn right; you're still shivering and hugging yourself for warmth, the cigarette previously in your hand providing barely any warming to your body.

But here's something you need to know; drunk Micah and sober Micah are two separate people.

He hummed in thought for a moment before clicking his tongue and standing back up, looking down at you. "Get up." You gazed up at him, creasing your eyebrows in confusion. You waited for some sort of explanation, unmoving—until he repeated himself, and you knew he wouldn't say it a third time. You stand up reluctantly, turning to face him and waiting for whatever he had in mind. The next action is one only of drunk Micah Bell; starting to unbutton his coat in front of you, every button revealing more of his red undershirt. He shrugged it off his body and took a step forward, draping it around you. At first, you really just assumed he was messing with you, trying to provoke a reaction before snatching the article of clothing right back. But no, he slipped it around you and took a step back, taking a moment to look at you. "It's a bit big.. but it'll help 'ya get home without'a sickness of some sorts."

You were dumbfounded. You knew Micah was much different when he's had some to drink—but this? This felt like the line was being blurred.

"Get home safe, and give it back when I'm in camp again, darlin'." He looked out at the road before turning back for the saloon, disappearing into the building with another obnoxious creak of the doors, leaving you silent and still in your spot outside.

Micah Bell gave you his coat.

Micah Bell told you to get home safe.

Micah Bell used a pet name on you.

Darling. Darling; he's never done this before, none of this, matter of a fact. Hell, he barely spoke to you, only ever interacting for job and mission-related purposes, or simple and brief small-talk. So, yes—this was goddamn shocking.

Your little trance was broken up by a brief thunderclap, lighting up the sky for barely half a second. You blinked a few times—clearly still processing whatever just happened—before you looked down. The leather coat hung very big on you, the sleeves hid your hands fully and it almost dragged on the floor. He wore it often, so it wasn't a surprise that the scent he usually carried plastered itself onto the jacket; gunpower, proof of many shootouts where he walked out victorious; smoke, the consequence of his bad smoking habits; musk, his usual scent that, honestly, you always connected to him. You liked the smell. Your body definitely appreciated the gesture, as it's stopped the goosebumps climbing up your arms and subsided the shaking of your body. You seemed to just accept the situation, wrapping the coat around yourself with one hand and keeping your other over the hat on your head, making a quick sprint to your horse. You mount up and urge it to start trotting towards camp, holding onto the reins with the hand previously on your hat.

Your steed definitely didn't appreciate the weather, much like yourself. She whinnied a lot, her own form of complaint. You promised her many treats as apology for putting her through the storm—despite you not being a weather forecaster, so really, how could you have known? Well, she won't care. If she could speak, you know you'd never hear the end of it. You just want to get home, as much as she does at that, and encourage her to keep riding. You've subconsciously brought your chin down to your chest inside of the coat, instantly getting yourself a whiff of that scent you felt earlier while still at the saloon. It's a fairly nice smell, you'll have to admit so. Your nose is right on the rim of the collar, and you can smell everything that you previously described.

Despite the acceptance of the current circumstances you've gotten yourself into, your mind is foggy—filled with unkempt, messy blonde hair; greyish-blue eyes and uniquely white eyelashes that make him stand out more than any camp member; a messy attractiveness linked to him. Boldness, secrecy, cockiness, vulgarity, degeneracy—very Micah Bell. Now, why is it that you're thinking so hard? Is it the coat—are you still stuck on the fact he would do such a thing? It shouldn't matter this hard; but it does. Nothings ever mattered more to you than figuring Micah Bell out.

He's truly a character, and you've caught yourself voluntarily wanting to talk to him, do jobs with him—all things that had the other girls in camp telling you to back off and not start with him. But it was never that simple, no. You felt obligated to seek him out, take a deeper look inside. You needed to know what his deal was, why he was the way he was.

Despite many protests, your horse gets you back to camp in a matter of minutes—ones that felt like hours to you, when thinking of the outlaw; whose scent is wrapped around yourself, his imprint all over your undershirt and on your body. That goddamn scent, it's doing things to you.

You hitch your horse just outside of camp, being extremely quiet while also quick to get out of the rain pelting down, just as hard as before. The last thing you both needed was someone seeing you wearing his coat—God knows what these people'll assume about it. You make a b-line for your tent, closing the rest of the camp and world out as you tie your flaps shut, the tent lit up by only a small oil lantern above your bedroll. Your hair is soaked, dripping to the ground and coat as the small water droplets race down the leather material. You find yourself subconsciously walking to a mirror, backing up and looking at yourself, in his coat. Your eyes trace your own form, intently. After a moment, you break yourself out of your space-out, shrugging the coat off and gently draping it onto a chair in your tent, to dry off. In the meantime, you change out of your own outfit, really not looking forward to getting any sicker than you probably are.

The water took it's time fully evaporating out of the coat, leaving a few small cracks in it and brittle slightly; more than before already. You felt mildly guilty—but he gave it to you, clearly already aware of what water will do to the fine material, so he shouldn't be upset. You hope. You're sat on your bedroll, watching the last few drops of rain fall off of the rim of the jacket. All you've been thinking about has been goddamn Micah—almost to the point of getting tired of it. And, just where was this coming from? You were lost. Maybe it was the tipsiness catching up to you—to be truthful, you hadn't had a true drink in weeks, so it might just be a... odd, new side effect. That's the excuse you'll go with, it seems.

Well, you assumed only alcohol consumption would make you want—no, need the coat on you again. It felt like it was beckoning you closer; luring you to itself like a siren does with her hypnotic voice, or as the fantasy books you see Jack read say. And, damn it, was it working on you.

You slowly got up, leaving your bedroll and strolling over to the chair, looking down at the piece of clothing. Your hands carefully pick the jacket up, running your fingers up and down the material, feeling every story-telling crease and cut, sometimes even finding little bullet wounds he never got sewn back up. Maybe he liked it that way. Then, one arm slips into the first sleeve—then the other, and you're wrapped around the coat again; around the scent; around Micah.

You look down at yourself, inspecting how the coat fits you, as if you haven't already done that enough times. And then, the goddamn scent again—you feel it creep around you, going straight for your nose. And damn you and your alcohol consumption, because you find yourself grasping the collar on both sides, and lifting them to your face. A delicious whiff of the smell, so memorable; so sweet; so unique; so Micah.

Jesus, what the hell are you doing?

You drop the collar from your hands and scrunch your nose up—at your own choice of action. Oh, but it only gets worse for you, as it always seems to. You go to take the coat off, ready to simply walk to his tent and toss it onto his bedroll, finally be done with all this. Yet, you hesitate. Your body protests, instantly showing it's against the idea when your hands freeze up, unable to slip the damned leather off of your bare shoulders. You hear yourself huff, getting frustrated. What was going on—why were you acting so goddamn weird?

Yet, you find yourself so easily accepting this, just how you accepted the coat to be wrapped around you by Micah, how you accepted the impulse of smelling it, and now the action of not taking away the article of clothing that's all over your body. You seem way too fine with all of this.

More-so with your body walking itself back to your bedroll and laying itself down—wrapping the coat around it tightly and simply basking in the aroma that's surrounding the leather over itself.

Your nose is pressed to the collar, acting almost as a weighted blanket on your frame. God, you feel like you're being lulled into your slumber. The smell, the feel, the weight of the coat—everything is like a goddamn drug to you. You're high off of it all; off of him.

Your eyes flutter closed, your breathing slows down, your arms tighten the coat around you.

Alcohol always made you a bit more sleepy than you'd have liked it to—so now, combine that with the heavenly feeling the simple item of clothing is giving you; you've never felt yourself fall asleep faster. You feel contentment, security, infatuation. And you decide that it's a welcomed feeling.

You never understood just how he functioned so well, so early into the day; especially knowing he was a heavy insomniac most nights. He never slept and always was and about by early morning, somehow. All you remember is waking up in his coat.

You decided to give it back early, be done with it for good. After your little display yesterday, you wanted nothing more to do with the coat. You knew he was awake, mostly by the one open canvas flap of his tent, a welcoming gesture, almost. Would be if we were talking about anyone but Micah.

You walked yourself over with the coat draped over your arm—not yourself, for once. You approached the small abode of the outlaw, kicking your boot against the canvas to announce your arrival. He grumbled something, only part you understood being a small "yeah, come in", and so you did. You hadn't yet been in his tent, for some reason. Guess it never interested you until yesterday; when you realized many things about yourself whilst wrapped around the leather material and distinctive aroma of Micah. Get it over with, you hummed, stepping inside.

For a man like Micah—and what you knew about him—his tent was pretty clean, surprisingly. He was sat on his bedroll, slowly rising as he noticed it was you coming to his tent. "Mm, mornin'." He drawled, walking up to you. "Finally here to return this, huh.." He quipped, looking down at you with one hand on his hip, the other extended for the coat. "thought you'd just keep it." He added quietly.

You were confused by the statement, asking him why you would just keep it. His answer had goosebumps reappearing all over your body, this time not from the cold, though. "After your little display; sleeping with my coat on, I thought you'd have just kept it alllll for yourself." Your blood would have run cold; if it didn't all flow right into your cheeks. Oh, God. Oh. God.

You knew you were turning red, looking like a beet, fresh out of the ground, plausibly. You couldn't look at him, not after that. You swore that your tent was tied oh-so-tightly, but it seems you were still sloppy with how you tied those damn flaps together. "Oh, don't be embarrassed," He leaned down closer, his hands on his knees as he got down to your level, not too fond of speaking down at you. "just ask me next time you want a little.. whiff." He hummed, taking the coat out of your hands and slipping it onto himself—with you watching like the little goddamn pervert you seem to be making yourself out to be.

You felt something stir in your stomach—why in the holy hell was he looking at you like that? That goddamn smirk; no anger about your weird display; nothing. And damn him for staying leaned down so close; probably able to see the sweat forming on your forehead. You were wishing for the earth to swallow you whole now.

His hand found your shoulder, squeezing it to get you out of your little trance again. "Go on about your day, girl;" His breath ticked the side of your neck, hitting a part of your ear as well. His voice was low, and the tone he was using with you as of right now? Your knees felt horribly weak. "but I might just have to keep my eye on 'ya, hm?" Oh, sweet Jesus.

Maybe it really was time to accept this—and fire back.

You blinked a few times, your eyes finding his beautiful blues. A small, murmured "thank you" left your lips; lips that then pecked his jawline and scruffy little beard. And, unable to control yourself, you did take in the smell of him again; the raw, unfiltered smell. Oh, it was the best thing you'll have ever gotten a whiff of. He was basking in cheap cologne—surprisingly—and gunpowder, his breath lingering about as he exhaled a noise of surprise breathlessly, his breath still soaked in the alcohol and liquor he had downed at the saloon. You had to brace yourself before you pulled away, unsure how he'd react—this was Micah Bell, after all.

You saw yourself in him, at that moment; shocked and red as a beet, trying to physically comprehend your move on him. Oh, if only boldness wasn't his biggest weakness. His hand squeezed your shoulder, gripping at it. Your body froze when he began to pull; drag you closer to him.

You couldn't stay in there for that—not until you sorted yourself out. And so, you detested and moved away, walking back and out of the tent, red and embarrassed—and feeling like a dog in heat, not to forget.

Micah was.. dumbfounded. Like yourself, when he offered his coat up. He managed to shut his mouth, but still, his eyes couldn't help lingering on the spot you once stood at, in his grip and kissing his jaw. When he finally broke himself out of the moment, he buttoned the long coat up to hide the obvious tightening in his pants, slipping his hands into his pockets. Though, the left pocket had an unusual item inside itself. Micah fished out a little box; ammo. You had left him a box of ammunition, 'for his troubles'; as the small note you scribbled onto said.

Damn you—and him for getting involved, because he knows he's not making it out of this unscathed.

Kudos on AO3 always appreciated! Thank you for reading and indulging in my insanity with me :)

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witch--tips · 1 month ago

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💎 WITCH TIP 💎

This is a post about the common “clear quartz can replace any crystal”

(this is more of a beginner post to clarify that tip from my perspective as a witch of many years. beginners can hear a lot of tips over and over again without much explanation for the little things that might make them finally work better. there is no RIGHT way to do witchcraft, so don’t take this as a rule everyone must follow, but this is my opinion and preferred way of doing things, and i think itll help out a lot of witches! <3)

Sure, clear quartz might be able to replace any crystal, BUT that doesn’t always mean you should just treat it the exact same way you would, say, a rose quartz, without any difference at all. No, at least imo, you should sort of program it beforehand. Clear quartz is uniquely open to taking in a lot of energies of all sorts, and so in order to prepare it to replace like a rose quartz (gonna continue with that for the example), you should GIVE it that sort of energy to take in before using it like one!

You can do that pretty easily, it doesn’t have to be some big long process. The simplest way is like energy work and visualization, such as holding it clasped in your hand, feeling the loving energy like a rose quartz would have, feel it pour down your arm, into your fist, then pour it into the quartz and let it take it all in. Or if youre bad with that sort of work, you can hold it and say an incantation (doesn’t need to rhyme or anything! it can be super simple and straightforward), like just TELL it that it’s full of love and has that sort of power. Speaking to it is especially effective if you let your breath from saying those words wash over the crystal imo.

Once it’s programmed, go ahead and treat it just like you would a rose quartz or any other lovey crystal, until you feel that the energy you put into it has faded out or you wanna cleanse it and give it another purpose. Feel free to program it as many times as you want with any sort of energy/intent you want. Just keep in mind that, if you want to program a single piece of quartz with multiple intents at once (like maybe love + peace + creativity), it might not be as strong as if you just gave it one or two at a time. That’s why I’d cleanse before giving it a different kind of energy, so it just has one or two to focus on.

Without that sort of programming beforehand, I feel the clear quartz is just an amplifier. If you stick it in a money spell without programming it, it’ll probably be surrounded by things like coins, cinnamon, bay leaves, pyrite, green aventurine, etc, right? If you didn’t tell the quartz at all to bring you money, it’s still around a bunch of money energies anyway, and since it takes in energies so easily, it might take them in by proximity and therefore enhance them. That’s a perfectly fine way to use clear quartz, but it may not be exactly how you want it to work in some spells, especially not in smaller spells where you’re using it on its own or just with one or two other ingredients. Just something to keep in mind.

I know that a lot of beginner witches hear that clear quartz, white candles, rosemary, etc etc can be used as replacements for everything, and that’s cool if you wanna use them like that, but I highly suggest doing something quick like this before you do. I don’t work as often with herbs, so I’m not really familiar with rosemary in spells, but for candles, another good way to program those is to etch a sigil or words onto it really quick :) though i feel like white candles don’t need as much programming as quartz might, since the flame is often the main focus. But I still program them anyway lol, it’s a big boost that takes like two seconds!

Hope this helps! Really, do whatever feels right to you, everyone experiences and interprets magic a little bit differently, so for us witches who manipulate it, it’s important to listen to your own findings and feelings. This is what I’ve picked up in my practice, and I hope it gives you beginners some good ideas and direction in your practice! Feel free to ask me any questions you might have in my ask box or the replies or anything. Welcome to witchcraft!

#i honestly like to do something small like this to every spell ingredient i have before a spell anyway #maybe not the whole energy work thing every time (thatd tire me OUT) but just telling it its purpose real quick #its especially important to me that this is done with clear quartz and stuff tho if i dont just want it to be there as a general amplifier #also while over all quartz takes in all energies super easily..#there are a FEW that are like its favorites imo lol. whichhh you should determine for yourself :) experiment!!#witch tips #closeted witch #closet witch #secret witch #baby witch #beginner witch #beginner witchcraft #quartz #clear quartz #crystal witch #energy work #baby witch tips #beginner witch tips

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thewertsearch · 2 years ago

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See, these three make perfect sense for Dave. We've got the funny meme troll, the funny meme troll, and the funny meme troll who's flirting with him.

TC: ArE YoU ReAdY TC: To gEt tHe hOrNs yOu dOnT HaVe TC: CoNfIsCaTeD AlL LiKe tHe mOtHeRfUcKiN HoNkTrAbAnD ThEy aRe TC: BeInG AlL IlLiCiT As tHe vAsT JoKe iTsElF

Aradia just mentioned the 'Vast Joke', and now Gamzee is using it as part of his trolling efforts. I guess it's a part of Sburb's lore that the kids haven't yet encountered.

I doubt Gamzee will be enlightening us, though. He probably just thinks it's a juggalo thing.

TC: YoU GeTtInG YoUr hOrNs aLl hAnDeD To yOu, If yOu pEePs aNaToMiCaLlY WeRe sUcH To bE LiKe tHaT TC: DoInG ThAt's tO MeAn lIkE YoU GoT MoThErFuCkIn sAsSeD OuT TC: As iN TrOlLeD

It honestly takes a minute of painstakingly parsing his text to even realize that he's trolling - which means he's already succeeded.

TG: oh god thats right TG: you were the best troll

See, Dave gets it!

TG: it was months ago for me TG: you did your bizarrely oblivious juggalo thing TG: then bitched and moaned at me for ruining your religion or some horseshit TG: like i guess a weird crisis in faith i dunno TG: and then TG: you kinda got over that i guess

We haven't seen this conversation, but I could pretty much write it myself:

Gamzee raps at Dave.

Dave memes on Gamzee for being a juggalo.

Gamzee learns that he's worshipping a band from Earth, and realizes how bizarre his situation is.

Then he immediately gets over it. Because, y'know, he's stoned out of his mind.

TC: My mInD'S NoT ThAt sHaRp nOw tHoUgH, iT'S BeEn aGeS SiNcE I HaD A GoOd pIe

Or not - maybe he'll sober up soon.

It'd be funny if a straightedge, post-juggalo Gamzee ended up being one of the more competent trolls - although that would mean more conversations iN HiS qUiRk, which I wouldn't exactly relish.

TC: I WaSn't tHe dUdE Of tImE TC: I WaS ThE TC: ThE MoThErFuCkIn TC: BaRd oF TC: FuCk

Oh, he's a bard! Hell yeah!

Bards are my favorite D&D class. They're charismatic generalists, with a fun, musical flavor to their abilities. It's a good fit for Gamzee, too - bard isn't far from jester, which isn't far from clown.

In Sburb, I imagine that it's an oddball class for Players who don't dance to anyone's tune but their own.

Gamzee barely qualifies as a Player, and is hardly aware of the game going on around him - but I'm sure he'll have his moment to shine. It's worth noting that, if built correctly, a Bard can also be one of the most powerful classes in D&D.

TG: do you remember if you watched any videos TG: from earth [...] TG: youve got to check this out TG: trust me itll lift your spirits shit will all make sense to you finally TG: youll finally figure out who you are and why you worship all this ridiculous clown bullshit [...] TG: http://tinyurl.com/MoThErFuCkInMiRaClEs

Dave has decided he may as well kickstart Gamzee's crisis of faith...

...and accidentally kickstarts a kimessitude that will be written in the stars.

Eat your heart out, Karkat.

#2817 #s76 #homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2

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rubylovessharks · 11 months ago

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Rook x gn!reader, reader is NOT the mc (you are 18 or else itll be kinda weird) im also bad at giving chars nicknames that fit the char that gave them so you all will have to live with "mon rival" :/ i was also using google to help me out with the language of flowers so it might be wrong??? but i really hope its not- either way you get the point i was trying to make. also ik rook'd write poems for his s/o / crush and all but i have NO IDEA how to write them- ill try to include the knowledge of poems in the next fic but im not writing one!!

you and rook have fallen inlove with Vil himself! yet he seems uninterested in any of you romantically..but then again Rook has been looking mighty fine these past few weeks...

Ever since the start of your first year in NRC you've been getting closer and closer to Vil Schoenheit, who has shown you much of his personality that many don't get to see. One day he has introduced you to a new friend of his at the time, Rook Hunt. An odd fellow but he doesn't seem that bad.

That is until you have figured out you had feelings for Vil, and not just any feelings. Romantic feelings. And it seems that a certain hunter has the same feelings for Vil as well....

So for the past year you and Rook have had a friendly rivalry competing for Vil's affection, even though he has been dismissing both of your efforts to court him none of you would ever give up, after all he never said 'no', has he? Whenever you'd send Vil a bouquet of pretty roses Rook always seems to bring him an even bigger, prettier bouquet of roses. Whenever Rook would surprise Vil with a tasty meal you'd bring him a new tastier dish. And so on and on both of your efforts would go until a few weeks ago....

"Mon Rival, I wish you a good morning and a wonderful day!" It was normal for Rook to wish you good mornings and such whenever he saw you, but he never did so with ...a bouquet of exactly 7 roses? Is he showing off that he's about to give that to Vil? But you notice that he hasn't moved at all, there he is in front of you, hand held out with said roses. "I do hope you'll take good care of them, after all i have made sure they'd grow as pretty as you are!"

Confused yet flattered you take the flowers in your hand and just stand there. Rook goes on about his day and leaves you to wonder what this was all about. After all a bouquet of roses is a weird thing to give to your rival that wants to win the affection of another. But it seems that he doesn't stop there.. Now every week you'd get a bouquet of 7 roses either from Rook himself, or at your doorstep. It also seems that he stopped trying to win against you for Vil's love, but it also didn't look like they were together. Something clearly wasn't right..

Today you were talking to Vil as you were both sitting at lunch, nothing to big to talk about as there really was nothing new. Other then one thing. Rook's strange behavior. "Have you not noticed Rook's sudden change in behavior?" he asks you in a tone that makes you think he knows something you clearly don't. "I have, but I have no idea what it's all about. I mean my whole room is about to be filled with so many roses that my roommates are starting to get concerned!" it's true, you have started to put the flowers Rook gives you in anything that isn't a vase only because you have none remining! And you have nowhere else to them other then around your bed as to not get in the way of your roommates.

"And have you ever asked him 'why' or perhaps looked up what the meaning is?" Vil has a good point. Why didn't you think of looking up on the internet what the meaning is!? As you are about to answer Vil, Rook shows up with Epel and they both sit down. Not much else was going on that day, so the moment you finally had free time you looked it up. It's not that you didn't know that roses were a love language, it's that he always brought exactly 7 roses each and every time!

The moment you realized what that meant you have finally understood what's up with Rook's behavior. He no longer wants to be with Vil, but with you instead. But why? what's with the sudden change? It's not that he stopped obsessing over Vil, but he seems to be more interested in you a lot more now.

The following day you saw Rook, with yet again, another bouquet. But now that you know the true meaning of it you can't help but blush a little. "Mon Rival! I was just on my way to your dorm to ask someone to bring you these! What has you walking around so early?" It really was early, considering today was a Sunday and no classes were held, so many students would just sleep the day off and take a break.

"I was actually going to look for you." you can see the look of surprise on his face, it's not everyday you are confronted by your very own crush. "I wanted to ask you why you are even doing any of this. Don't you love Vil or something? Why am I the one you now hold affection for?" Rook gives you a smile and hands you the bouquet as he's about to speak. "You see after I finally understood that Roi du Poison does not like me back, I have also understood that it is you who I truly love." as you take the roses he continues tot speak as he puts his hands on his chest. "I see the way you look at beauty. The way you admire it! You look so lovely whenever you stare at Roi du Poison with such a loving stare. I wish you'd look at me that way."

Blush is creeping onto your cheeks as he confesses his love for you, it is the moment you realize you love him just as much as he loves you.

How can you not accept his roses after this?

#disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #rook twst #rook x reader #rook hunt #twst rook #vil twst #vil schoenheit #vil twisted wonderland #x reader fic

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feraldames · 5 months ago

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at the moment , you want . . .

to understand

you feel as if you cannot understand. your heart desires to do so, but everything seems useless, or maybe like you've exhausted every possible option. you've probably tried hard, looking low and high. opening every cabinet in the house, searching every drawer, looking under every bed. you might've ripped apart whole rooms looking, searching for exactly what you need. maybe you feel you've run out of places to look, things to find, people to ask. the windshield is frosted over, and you're sitting in the car, waiting for it to melt on a cold, winter morning. it feels as if itll never defrost, impossible to see through, no matter how much heat there is. be patient. keep searching. you'll understand eventually, i promise.

to be seen

it is so, so loud. everyone around you is talking, crowded together. despite how loud it is, you cannot hear them, even when they talk to you. you try to talk to them, but you can't hear their responses. you take this as no response at all. it feels lonely, and dark, despite you all sitting in the sun together, and everyone's having a great time except you. you keep trying to get their attention, and when you do, it never feels like enough. you can't keep doing more. it's tiring. you see yourself floating in space, it's cold, and dark. they're still down on earth, laughing, so loud. you desire to be seen right now. you feel unappreciated, you feel left out.

to love

you keep this homemade soup to yourself, and you've made too much. it simmers, you keep it warm for yourself, and nobody else. you long to share, but you're insecure, or afraid. what if they don't accept the offer, or what if they don't enjoy it? what if they push it away? it's slowly boiling. you made too much, and it could overflow any moment, but you're trying to hard to keep it under control. you don't want it to spill out. part of you wants it to, but it'd be a mess, right? your heart longs to love someone, to express love to those around you, but you're afraid. you keep it inside, along with so many other things, and can't bring yourself to properly express it. it's probably someone in specific you want to love, but something is in the way, a block of sorts. let yourself love freely. share your love, for you have so much of it inside of you.

to realize

it's been hazy for a while, the fog only thickening. sometimes, it feels as though nothing has ever made sense. you're stuck, and often, you can't figure out yourself. you hope to understand yourself, but yourself feels out of reach, behind a locked door. maybe, this locked door has already been opened, and you've yet to process the contents. or maybe, you're still figuring out how to unlock it. perhaps the key is buried deep beneath the dirt of the earth, far in your skin, deep in your brain and your heart. surely, you can feel it if you try. don't whisk away this feeling, the need to realize. let yourself discover, let yourself come to a realization. it's a step forward, think of it as so. are you aware?

to be free

you've been trying to leave for so long. something is keeping you there, like being chained, or locked in. in the moment, you feel trapped. your heart desires to feel freedom, and this could be physical or mental, or even both. physically. you may be truly trapped, confined in a situation that seems to have no end, or even trapped in your own emotions. you desire to let go, to feel free once again and at peace. there are ways to free yourself, all hope isn't lost.

tagged by : @iron-hearts-ablaze, @sharransepulchre, and @harpershigh

tagging : @shimmerbeasts, @faerunscursed, @jynxd, @skyheld, @ruinouss, @myrkulsapxstle and anyone else who wants to

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donnetellotheturtle · 1 year ago

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Protector

Chapter 4

Hugo knocked on the door of Varian’s lab as he heard an explosion. He threw open the door.

Varian was sitting on the floor, covered in green dust, laughing.

“Goggles what the hell!?”

“Youre late and I got bored!” Varian defended, still laughing.

“I…got held up what the hell are you doing?”

Varian stood, pulling his goggles off his face. Now his face was mostly green dust with two round circles around his blue eyes.

“Well, those things are after me so I figured a chemical that explodes and creates a barrier in front of me that can stop those things would be good…this was test number 1.”

Hugo paused. “huh. I can help you if you want.”

He raised an eyebrow. “you know alchemy?”

“Yeah. My mom taught me.”

“Okay. Come over and grab some goggles.” Varian grabbed a lint roller and used the entire sticky roll to get the yellow off him.

“Alright. So this is my formula for it.” Varian handed Hugo a paper with the formula. It only took a second before Hugo realized it. One of his calculations was wrong. He quickly fixed it.

“there, it should work better now.”

Varian looked at the new formula. “oh…oh I’m so stupid!” He said that with such glee and it made Hugo confused. Varian grabbed some more chemicals and started the process again.

Luckily this time there was no explosion. Instead, the yellow liquid in the bottle hardened.

“Oh…” Hugo muttered. “That’s not supposed to happen is it?”

“No…it needs to be activated by air…we’ll keep working at it. Ill get it eventually. But in the meantime…let’s get some dinner. I’m starving.”

Hugo smiled. “Where do you want to go? I don’t know where anything is…”

Varian put a finger to his chin. “Oh I know!”

Hugo had to admit, he really didn’t like being out in the woods with one small torch alone with Varian. The boy wasn’t stupid though. He was clinging to Hugo like a lifeline as they walked.

“Where are we going?” Hugo asked.

“The snuggly duckling.” Varian answered. “It used to be full of thieves and crooks.”

Hugo frowned. “and now?”

“It still is. But I’m friends with all of them! and they have the best food for miles.”

Hugo sighed. “How did you manage to drag me out into the woods…you know those things are not messing around, right?”

“Of course!” Varian had an odd look in his eye. As if he was planning something.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?”

“Well, no…its kind of hard to see.”

Hugo groaned. “Goggles!”

“Look, I’ve been this way a thousand times.”

Hugo pushed the glasses up on his face to rub his eyes, exasperated. “Okay lets go back. Itll be safer in town.”

“We cant.” Varian said.

Hugo raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

Varian smiled nervously. “Okay you’re going to think I’m crazy.”

“I already thought that.” Hugos frowned grew. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something in the dark. Hugo turned around. “Wait.”

Varian paused. The forest was dead silent. Hugo didn’t like it. “Get behind me.” Hugo ordered. Varian didn’t question it, holding tight to Hugos waist with one hand.

Little did Hugo know Varian was also searching through his bag with his free hand for something. These things weren’t going to take either of them easily.

Then, out of the darkness, a blast of teal light came at both of them. Hugo raised up a hand to defend his face, but it just grazed him, clearly only trying to hit Varian. Varian himself threw a pink vial and hit something in the dark, making an explosion. “Run! That stuff won't last forever!”

Varian grabbed Hugos hand and dragged him. “Varian you-”

“I thought they would come here. Come on I have a plan.”

Hugo was about to argue before he saw the look on Varian’s face. He knew exactly what he was doing. Hugo followed in his stead.

The two of them hid behind a tree. Varian shuffled around in his bag. “Where is it?”

“Varian.” Hugo snapped. “What the fuck is going on?”

The teal haired boy just grinned as he found what he was looking for. An empty vial. He uncorked it and rolled it on the ground. There was an awful squealing and then the sound of something freezing in place. Varian laughed to himself. It was almost evil in nature.

The two of them stepped out, looking at the creature. Just one…Hugo thought that was weird. He didn’t let his guard down as Varian looked it over. “This wont last long. Just long enough to get a sample.”

“A sample!?” This guy was insane. Hugo put a hand over his mouth. “You dragged us out here, put yourself in mortal danger for a sample!?”

Varian cocked his head to the side as he got some of the goop in a vial. “Yeah.” He corked it. “How else are we going to find out what these things are? Running away isn’t solving anything.”

Hugo mentally rescinded his previous statement about letting varian get hurt cause he was about to punch him.

“You’re an idiot. Come on, lets get back to town before more of those things come. And then I can kick you in the shins for tricking me.”

“Would you have come along otherwise?” Varian asked.

Hugo paused. “Probably. But just cause im paid to.”

Varian smiled. He knew that wasn’t the reason he would have come along. He then frowned. In hindsight, he would have told Hugo his plan. Then maybe they could have figured something out together. “…I’m sorry, Hugo. I should have told you.”

“Yeah…” Hugo sighed. “You are right in one aspect…ignoring the problem isn’t going to fix it…lets make our way to that tavern you mentioned before.”

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Around an hour later, the two arrived at the snuggly duckling. The pathway was brightly lit which made both boys feel better.

Varian had said hello to every person when entering, all of which who seemed to know him quite well. The two grabbed a table towards the back.

“You’re sure that’s not going to pop out and attack us?” Hugo asked as Varian looked at the corked vial.

“Yeah…probably.” Varian frowned. “If only I had my tools with me.”

The goop itself was writhing in the vial, trying to get out and attack Varian who just stared at it. “It looks like opal but liquified.”

Hugo gently took it. “You’re right…hm.” Hugo pulled out his alchemy book, then thought for a second. “I think I know who to take this to.”

“Really? Who?”

“Her name is Donella.”

Varian choked on his drink. “The witch?”

Hugo glared. “Yes the witch.” He didn’t like the way Varian spoke about his mom.

“But shes notoriously not good! She will kill us for even coming into her camp!”

“Maybe shes not so bad.”

“Have you heard the things shes done?”

Hugo was about to retort before someone sat down. Hugo recognized her immediately. Nuru.

“I think, I could be of service.” She said with a knowing smile. Varian raised an eyebrow.

“Who are you?” Varian demanded.

“A surveyor of the magical arts. In other terms, a wizard.” She smiled and snatched the vial from Hugos hands. “A strong spell, only for one victim though…” she reached into her pocket and grabbed a tiny book. She then unfolded out and it got bigger and bigger. She then opened it.

“Woah…” Varian mumbled.

Hugo rolled his eyes. “Witches and wizards are exactly the same, you know. How do we know we can trust you?”

Nuru gave him a look. The conversation he had with her earlier didn’t sit well in his stomach. He didn’t trust this girl. Not when it came to magic and especially not when it came to varian.

“Wizards are not the same. We study for our magic. It’s a very prestigious position in Estelle you know. Meanwhile witches just have magic. They didn’t earn it.”

Hugo and Nuru stared at each other, both challenging each other to say something. Then varian cleared his throat. Both looked at him.

“Anyway.” Nuru said. “I’m more than willing to help. In fact, it’ll suit all our needs.”

“And your need is?” Hugo asked.

Nuru sat up straight. “Classified. Not that I would tell you if it wasn’t.”

“Okay so what do you know about these things?” Varian asked.

“Honestly?” Nuru started. “Not much. But my book might know more.” She opened it up, and only held a hand over it as the pages flipped by themselves. Varian raised an eyebrow. She stopped on a page. All of them looked over the table to see properly. Unfortunately, the boys couldn’t understand what any of the words meant.

“Hm…eternal library…do either of you know anything about that?”

Varian nodded. “My mom went there when I was just a baby…she never came out.”

Hugo looked at Varian. He looked… hurt? Sad? Angry? Hugo couldn’t quite tell.

“I have her journal too. Its back at my lab in the castle.”

“Okay well, these things are connected to that place. The protector of it decides who does and who doesn’t get in…and who dies in the process.”

The boys looked at each other.

“It also protects the magic of it, and those who steal it…only one problem.” Nuru said.

“What?” Varian asked.

“You didn’t steal anything did you Varian?” Nuru stared at him, the boys baby blue eyes went wide.

“I…no.”

“So here’s the question. Why, and how did your mom give you it?”

There was a stark silence between the three. Varian thought about it hard.

“To protect me. She stole the magic of the eternal library. And gave it to me.”

“And now the protector wants it back.”

Hugo frowned, thinking of his book back at Xaviers workshop. The magic in his hands sparked. He shoved them in his pockets. Now was not the time.

“So how do we do that?” Hugo asked.

“No clue. There’s no more information.” Nuru said. “One thing’s for sure, this thing’s not going to stop chasing you. You’re 18 years in debt to this thing, magic wise.”

The sparks fired up so badly in Hugo’s coat pocket that it felt like he got burned. Hugo couldn’t let Varian get hurt. He’d only known him, a little less than 48 hours but something about the other boy made him want to keep him safe.

“I’m not a witch though!” Varian said. “I don’t know how to use magic!”

“If I were the protector, that would make me angrier, I think.” Nuru said. “The magics stolen then never used. Pretty insulting.”

Hugo heard the door open. He poked his head out of the nook, and saw…Donella? What? She was supposed to be back at the camp. The magic in his hands sparked bigger. He’d have to take care of those burns later. Right now, something was wrong. He started at her and noticed something. Her normally blue eyes were teal.

“Guys. We have to go. Now.”

Nuru and Varian looked at him confused. He pointed Donella out. Both looked afraid.

“Why is she here?”

“I don’t know. But look at her eyes, theyre teal. Like your hair stripe. Like the library.”

Nuru and Varian looked at her and then looked at each other. Nuru folded up her book. “Both of you stay close to me. I’m going to get us out of here.”

“No we cant use magic.” Hugo said. Varian gave him a look. Hugo didn’t have time to back track. “Varian, you know this place the best. How do we get out without her seeing us?”

“There’s a secret exit behind the bar.” Varian said. “We just need someone to make a distraction.”

Varian looked at one of the men at the bar, a short man with a long white beard, who was seemingly drunk out of his mind, and smiled.

“Shorty!” Varian whispered. The man looked over. “Distract that woman.”

With that simple command, the bar devolved into chaos. Shorty got up on the table and started singing, making Donella, and everyone else groan. That’s when a big nosed man tried to punch him but missed and ended up hitting Donella. She immediately got angry. The bar turned into a full on brawl.

Varian crouched and tapped the shoulder of a hook footed man. He provided cover for the three of them to get to the exit and varian pulled a beer lever with a duck on the top. Instead of liquid coming out, a tunnel opened. Hugo had Nuru and Varian go first. He spared a look at Donella. She didn’t even see him. He tore his eyes away and closed the tunnel behind him.

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koipalm · 15 days ago

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20 questions for fic writers

@anorlondo00 u tagging me in this is so funny bc i barely think of myself as a fic writer.. i could be 40 fics in and still be like idk man not really my thing

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

10!

2) what's your total ao3 word count?

60,348 omg...

3) what are your top five fics by kudos?

1. i've been far away 2. the stance of the sea in the absence of green 3. slaves to any semblance of touch 4. rage, rage against the dying of the light 5. night garden

4) what fandoms do you write for?

hades, orv, & one piece mostly... i should really write another immortal days fic

5) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

yesss i went to reread some of my older stuff a little while ago & got so confused why i didnt reply to anything...??? idk! but i love love talking to people and hearing what they think about my fics so yes absolutely it makes my day ^^ come talk to meeee

6) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm... none of my stuff has very hard endings bc i only really tend to write something that id read lol... if anything i think my zagnos one night garden depresses me the most. two guys stuck in a place that hates them and yeah they can kiss about it but nothing is really resolved? damn!! theyre such horribly tragic characters i cant think about the house of hades without getting upset HAHA

7) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

objectively... maybe don't stare too long? id say running off into the night with your new bf is pretty happy hehe

8) do you get hate on fics?

yupp it doesn't bother me though i just laugh and delete it :] not that serious

9) do you write smut?

nowadays yes my bad guys.... its like all i do now 😔 to be fair though even if its really raunchy (or the age gap is huge lol) i put a ton of thought into how the couple functions and how to balance the relationship. like for the deuceace one... ace was willing and receptive to deuce because hes a pretty reckless thrillseeker BUT also because he trusts deuce not to take it too far or to apologize if he does. explicit stuff is fun to write but its also a fun exercise in doing this for me!

10) do you write crossovers?

i've been far away is the only one so far ^^ im willing to do more but it has to be really clear in my head. creating aus is usually more fun for me!

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of! honestly i might care if someone did that but no real guarantee.. id probably just laugh lol like what possesses someone to do that

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

i've had someone ask before! not sure where id find it tho

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

hmmm... best i can say is that i have written mini fics with @pepsiiwho in her dms that she has compiled before so sure! maybe one day we'll put those somewhere

14) what's your all time favorite ship?

oh man im really not sure... there's so many i adore. i will say that liushen from svsss holds a special place in my heart

15) what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

one day i want to go back to rage, rage against the dying of the light... i started that years ago in high school and then so much happened it was really difficult to go back... but i dream of one day completing that fic

16) what are your writing strengths?

im a stickler for grammar if only bc if i write something thats off or misspelled itll break my concentration & its rly hard for me to write like that! aside from that im not really sure. i do love trying to balance exactly how i want readers to picture my scenes tho! i like seeing how little detail i can add that will still create a clear enough picture, like writing a character's left hand holding their glass, so if they use their other hand to pat someone next to them, the reader will probably imagine that person on their right! it matters so little yet means so much to me

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

for some reason every time i write dialogue i feel like im dragging it out for one william years. & then it wont even be that long. also i often catch myself repeating phrases bc they get stuck in my head. & of course everything i write always feels repetitive & redundant but that may also just be the nature of writing

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

im very bad with learning languages so if i do end up doing i try to be deliberate & sparse so im very clear on what im writing & how im using it

19) first fandom you wrote for?

mmm either bnha or fma i think

20) favourite fic you've ever written?

ill admit i had the most fun writing don't stare too long it was just so amusing to me... something so funny about a guy who thinks hes straight being 100% willing to fuck his gay friend & his gay friend whos completely bewildered by this. i rly want to write this dynamic for deuceace again i keep laughing at it

@pepsiiwho @sctir and @trans-yllz i would like to hear it from yewww

#diary #i never really post about my writing anymore on this blog...#idk why either im just terrible at telling people i write fics #to me either you find it naturally on ao3 or you will never see it idk what to tell u #forgot to tag pepsi a second time let me fix that

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senseioftheseidiots · 1 year ago

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Me with Canon Wu: You let your brother go get your stuff for you and look what happened. You made a 'friend' of a Serpentine and taught her something you shouldn't have and looked what happen ! You filled a young child's mind up with dreams and broke them down and look what happened !! And even now with the Ninja, you don't tell them a single warning before they go into battle and LOOK WHAT'S STILL HAPPENING !! And after all of that, I find myself-!! Me with Your Wu:...still coming back here even though I shouldn't because you really need help with your issues and everyone makes mistakes and your superior- Nah, nah, I'm kidding but in all seriousness, your version is kind of what I want to believe for the character now. I don't hate on the original Wu since you can't beat the original but you also can't beat the fanon ! So with lots of love, enjoy making more content for him !

This has been sitting in my asks because I completely forgot about it- so ill use this as a headcanon dump, thankyou >:) You throw out alot of points here on the segment for canon wu, so let me throw in things ive held onto in hc to all of it PLEASE NOTE MOST IF NOT ALL OF THESE IS HC ALONE/TIMELINE SPECULATION "You let your brother go get your stuff for you and look what happened." This happened AFTER the meet with aspheera I believe, after it happened the two were forbidden to go outside monastery walls without permission, completely isolating them from the outside world in hopes nothing like that would happen again. Wu at this point was incredibly afraid to disobey his father because if their punishment from last time was isolation from a world outside their monastery, what more could happen to them? [it only got worse from there, but we arent talking about that yet.] "You made a 'friend' of a Serpentine and taught her something you shouldn't have and looked what happen !" Wu genuinely just wanted to be friends with someone, being the sons of god the fsm was rather picky on who exactly got to see the two. And he's never made proper connections until now, through out the entirety of their childhood [before teens] im pretty sure all wu knew as companionship was his brother, and when he found someone willing to help them, he didnt want to think about the warnings for the chance that she might actually be good, and that keeping a promise was the way to gain a friend " You filled a young child's mind up with dreams and broke them down and look what happened !! " If were talking about morro here, ANOTHER HC TIME to fuel my delulu state, look- He didnt WANT him to fight garmadon, hear me out here- if you go back to the scene of morro being tested to be the green ninja, the sword of fire ISNT the sword of fire. My hc here is this is the ONE time he's tried to change destiny for the better. It doesnt mean morro was destined, no, this was going to happen either way, but he tried changing destiny because this wasnt morro's fight, and he was afraid of what may need to come if it DID end up being him that was destined. He didnt want that. But when he did do it and got his own student killed [he tried finding him. he tried getting him back, he didnt want to come back.] He gave up. And this is where his mindset solidified, he couldnt change destiny, people will die, and itll be his fault. This was his fathers punishment for him. " And even now with the Ninja, you don't tell them a single warning before they go into battle and LOOK WHAT'S STILL HAPPENING !! " This one is funny to me cause, one, wu doesnt know how to fucking trauma dump I dont think he would even be able to think about it unless someone asks him, its actually the 'it never came up' thing. BUT, he wouldnt want to say much too quickly due to Morro's incident. Hell he didnt even want the ninja to see the green ninja scroll. If he had said too much too quickly, well theyll either turn evil or die..or both-

" .still coming back here even though I shouldn't because you really need help with your issues and everyone makes mistakes and your superior- " Hehe, thank you!!! I hope you enjoy the buncha headcanons i have here for you

#master wu #ninjago #ninjago wu #wu #ninjago master wu #lego ninjago #sensei rambles #ninjago wu headcanon #ninjago headcanon #sensei wu

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leovenuslatina · 7 months ago

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Helloooo :) congrats on 1k!!! I’m not sure if your game is still open but if it is, I would appreciate the opportunity to participate!! I was actually really excited to see that you were the one hosting a game because I looooooovvveeee your pacs😭 I have nearly every single one reblogged on my private blog on my main account!! I’m obsessed with your writing style like it literally feels like you’re writing just for me because you always talk about exactly what I want and phrase things in a way that’s really appealing to me :) and I was actually planning on getting a private reading once I finish paying all my fees for my dental work😞 it’s a lot right now and I can’t wait to finish paying it off but once I do, that message in your dms will be SENT lol. I’ve really enjoyed the first two pacs of your ‘do me’ series and I just noticed you posted the third part and I had to block my eyes while liking and reblogging it so I didn’t spoil it for myself lol. Also the aesthetic of your blog is very beautiful!!!! I like that you use bolded text!!!Anyways if your energy allows it, i would like to participate in your game please:

My question: what kind of sexual thoughts will my future spouse have about me before we start dating?

Thank you in advance if you choose to respond and have nice rest of your day :) I’ll be sure to send lengthy feedback!

-m.a.🪱; 22F

omggg thank u so so much literally the sweetest message everrrr 😭😭😭!!! i’m so glad u like my style 💕💕💕and i cant wait to read for you personally i’m sure itll be an honor 💗💕also thank you so much for your patience 🥹🥹💐💐

THIS READING IS 18+ PLZZZZ MDNI

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your messages

- okay so i know this reading is 18+ but they thinks nothing clean about you before dating lmaooo

- don’t get me wrong i definitely believe they’ll be sweet to you and treat you like royalty just how you deserve but in the back of their mind sksksksjs

- when they meet you and you guys get to know each other that’s when the dreams start

- the dirty nasty wet dreams 🤦🏾‍♀️ i think he feels bad bc the connection seems so innocent and nice and i think he feels like a perv lmao

- they feel like they are showing you two sides of them one side that will be kind and sweet and then another side that they can’t wait to show you when the lights go out

- your person is super patient though they’ll wait until the time is just right

- some of their thoughts are about them and what they wants you to do to them

- but most of them are about you! you know that j.cole song wet dreamz where he’s like: “Got me daydreamin’,I’m thinkin’ how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it Make it hard for me to stand up”

- YOU keep them up ALL night just thinking about how much of a freak you are lol

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(also i hope you don’t mind if i steal this for a pac)

#my faves #black tarot readers #tarot asks #leovenuslatina #latino tarotblr #answered #1k ask game #18+ mdni #also what a great question

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sunshinetemptress93 · 1 year ago

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Behind The Mask

A Harry Styles one shot

Welcome to Behind The Mask! A one shot for the new year thanks to two amazing friends who cooked up the idea. This will have smut, obviously, but nothing too harsh that I think would need a trigger warning. There's some hair pulling and pinning down but that's it.

Hope you enjoy!

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"Large cappuccino with 2% for Mary!" My tiny voice isn't heard for the third time calling out another order that's been ready for 10 minutes. I try and peer around the mass of people standing at the counter, frustrated that this cup of coffee is getting cold. "Hello! Mary!? Large cap-"

"Mine." A middle aged woman pushes through the bodies in front of me and snags her red paper coffee cup. "Have a nice day."I grumble under my breath.

Another day covered in milk splatter, Carmel syrup, and coffee grinds is how I spend my Sunday morning at Urban Bean coffee shop. I feel like I live in this building for how often I work, but I don't really mind it. It's not exactly my dream job, but until I finish my masters degree in biomedical engineering, serving grumpy middled aged stock brokers and socialites from the upper west side is my life six days a week.

I knew the big move to New York was going to be tough but with my best friend Davina by my side, i wasn't scared in the slightest. She made sure to show me the ropes once I landed on her doorstep that hot June evening; she was my savior in more ways than one. Helping me blossom after a bad breakup with my ex, graduating college with nothing but 20 bucks in my pocket and a need to escape Georgia, Davina took me under her wing without hesitation.

Six months in and I felt a little more in the groove of the big city life, and with 3 weeks off of school, I was really getting to know my new home. Spending lots of time in museums, reading poetry in the park, and finally mastering the subway system, I was almost passing as a native New Yorker.

Well, in my head at least I was. That was until I opened my mouth and the Georgia southern drawl and incessant need to call everyone ma'am and sir no matter their age gave me away.

"S'cuse me." A man's deep voice laced with a British accent breaks me from my inner thoughts. He stood across from the counter in a very expensive looking red wool sweater and brown corduroy trousers. His crystal clear green eyes pierced through me, softened with kindness. "Sorry, yes what can I get you!" He smiled at me when I acknowledged him which is a rarity in this city. "Can I just have a coffee?"

"Any cream or sugar?"

"No thank you."

I nod and plug in his order. "that'll be $.6.25." The man hands me a 20 dollar bill so I open the till to get him his change. He raises his hand and shakes his head, a curl falling forward and into his eyes. "I don't need any change."

Wow. No one ever tips. Especially more than 2 bucks.

"Thank ya sir!" I set the change into the tip jar next to the register. "Itll be a few minutes."

"No worries, I'm in no hurry, love."

It was strange having someone speak more than 4 words to me here, that north east attitude not being a myth here. But of course by his accent, he is not from here. Preparing a few other beverages ahead of his, I hand them off to the other patrons. It's strange, but I could feel his eyes watching me the whole time. It didn't make me uncomfortable though, a nice change of pace from the predatory gazes I get from most men.

Finally getting to his, I pour from a fresh pot into our signature red paper cups and cover it with a lid. Turning back around, he was still standing at the counter, "here ya go!" He takes the cup from my grip, fingers grazing my own. I notice his fingers adorned with a slew of rings; a gorgeous gold lion head and one with what looked to be a bird, a robin I think. They looked expensive. He must come from money.

He didn't act like some of the other guys that looked well off that were around his age, but I wasn't complaining. "Thank you..." his eyes cast down at my name tag, "Iris. Pretty name."

My cheeks felt warm at his words, "um thank you! Have a great day!"

His gaze stayed on me longer than I expected, inspecting me almost. "See you 'round, Iris." The mystery man turns on his heels and saunters out of the coffee shop leaving me feeling stunned by his beauty. People seemed to step aside as me walked past, creating his pathway to the exit. He had a precise that was impossible to ignore. He exits the double glass doors and turns, locks eyes with me once more and winks.

He was beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.

"Um hello??" A nasally voice cuts through. "Where is my latte!"

Jesus, Mary and Joseph...

"Comin' right up sir."

*****

"Iris!!!" The front door clicks open and is slammed shut as Davina hollers from the doorway, excitement ringing through. "Come here!"

I close my book, climb off my bed, and pad down the hallway. "Yes, dear?" Standing in the kitchen she was clutching a small black card in her hand, bouncing up and down on her heels. "Get dressed. We're going shopping."

"Whyyy?" I ask skeptically.

"Becauseeee..." she races over to me smiling from ear to ear. "We need to find an outfit for the most prestigious party of the year."

Panic sets in. I was not one for parties. I also wasn't one for socializing unless it's absolutely required, like a birthday party or second cousins wedding which I still didn't always enjoy, but I would attend out of obligation. I love my alone time with a good book, curled up in my room with my fur baby Luna, listening to my favorite indie playlist in peace. I couldn't stop the groan that escapes my lips. I lean against the edge of the counter and sigh, "Davina I wanted to stay in! You know, pajamas and movies with you and Luna." Anxiety builds inside of my chest at the thought of some wild party with a hundred strangers.

She rolls her eyes, "Iris come on, you've been here for six months and haven't been out hardly at all."

Davina was much more into the night life than i ever was. When we met in college, she was the one out all night making wild memories with her sorority sisters while I had my butt planted in the library as often as i could. Don't get me wrong, I did have some experiences while in college, but a wild night out was never my thing. Being the last of five kids, I was raised with traditional values and lots of rules, so branching out and navigating life outside of what my parents taught me was not an option while living under their roof. My entire adolescent life consisted of church every Sunday, no dating, and god forbid I try and wear make up that made me look like... wait, how did my father put it? A trashy whore?

Yeah, that sounds right.

I went into college like a scared little bird that was shoved out of the nest when they weren't ready, stumbling around not having a clue what direction was up, waiting to be picked off. It was a game of survival of the fittest and I was the weakest of prey.

The massive adjustment period I went through learning who I was outside of the box of conservative ideals I was born into wasn't the easiest. I'd always been the one who didn't want to conform to the idea set in place that women go to college for one thing and one thing only: to find a husband. I wanted more from life. I craved knowledge and growth, and my parents were disappointed to say the least when they discovered I wasn't going to marry my boyfriend fresh out of college. They adored him, probably more than me, but little did they know he was the farthest thing from a gentleman.

Then I met Davina in an advance statistics class my freshman year. She was the kind of big sister I truly needed. She always looked out for me and taught me how to stand up for what i deserved. She pushed me to find out who I was outside of the only version of myself I knew at the time.

"Iris, I want you to experience New York the right way! Stay out all night, drink too much champagne, make out with a hot guy! You're 24 years old, now start living like you are." Davina twirled the end of her curls around her perfectly manicured seafoam green nails. "I'm not taking no for an answer." She states.

Well shit.

"So... what's the hype." I sigh in defeat.

Her coffee colored eyes light up immediately. "Every New Year's Eve there's a strict invite only shindig thrown for people in the entertainment industry. Working in PR, there's always a chance our agency is selected. The person who throws it never reveals themselves, but it's the most anticipated event of the year. I found the invitation on my desk today and you're going to be my plus one. Pleeeease?"

Picking at cuticles I contemplate my options: do I finally let loose and have a true blue New Year's Eve with my best friend or do I hold up in the apartment and hide away from whatever was out there waiting for me? Her brown eyes beg silently until I finally decide to cave. I can't say no to Davina when she begs like a toddler who wants one more cookie before dinner.

"Ok. I'll go."

she places the card down on the counter top and grabs my hand, "thank you thank you! Now let's get you out of your house slippers, put on your happy face, and let's go find something hot to wear."

*****

Shopping sucks ass, I've never been a fan. With too many options that cost too much money it was such a deterrent, and yet when i walked into that little boutique and my eyes landed on the most beautiful dress to wear, I was done for. A slinky chain mail mini dress that settled at the top of my thighs, perfect for whatever tonight was going to bring. It was the only one on the rack, it was my size, and it was on sale.

It was as if it was made for me for this exact night. I knew right then and there it was fate.

Touching up the last of my hair with the flat iron, Davina saunters into my bathroom in the hottest outfit I'd ever seen her in. Adorned in head to toe white glittery trousers, a matching blazer, and a sequined bra top underneath that complimented her figure perfectly.

She eyes me up and down and smirks, "we are so going to be the hottest two there tonight."

"You're absolutely right." Running my hands through my straightened locks, I assess how I looked. I felt hot.

Davina insisted on scattered little stars across my left cheekbone and around my eye for the final touch, which seemed unnecessary since this was a masquerade themed party, but what Davina says goes.

"You'll be removing your mask anyways at midnight, so it'll just add some extra pizzazz!" Davina pinches my cheek and taps the tip of my nose. "You about ready?"

"'Mhm!" I grab my lip gloss and my black mask adorned with beads and feathers. "Let's get this party started!"

An Uber waited for us downstairs so we race out of our apartment hand in hand ready to paint the town.

Davinas words, not mine. She's quite eccentric, and she was determined to make this night one to remember.

The ride was long, about an hour from our apartment far away from the major city lights and chaos that New Year's Eve brings. Turning down a narrow dirt road, a vacant building appears ahead. Large empty spaces where windows once stood illuminated in hues of blue and purple lights. The closer we got, the more apparent the jagged pieces of glass around the frames became. The perimeter was bordered with dilapidated wire fencing like this place had been abandoned for decades. It gave me the creeps. "D, if you get me murdered out here I swear to god-"

A huff leaves her, "Iris, take a Prozac and calm down."

I shove her shoulder playfully, "I don't take Prozac.... I take Lexapro and not enough anti anxiety meds in the world will make me calm right now."

"I promise it's going to be incredible. I went to the one last year and when I tell you it was the best night of my life," Davina fans herself and whistles. Always with the theatrics. "just trust me."

The car comes to a bumpy halt and thrown into park. "You ladies have fun and be safe!"

"Thanks again!" Davina hollers as we stumble out of the back seat onto the gravel road. Wearing stilettos was probably not very practical out here but hey, you live and you learn. "Don't break an ankle tonight, got it?" Davina teases.

"Oh fuck off!" I scoff.

The air was icy and the wind was wild, a typical New York winter night. Goosebumps covered my exposed flesh so we race up to what looks to be the front door, large dark gray steel being the main barrier between me and a wild night. The music was booming so loud the metal was making the slightest rattling sound. Before I could utter a word, it creaks open sinisterly slow and a tall blonde woman in a tight green velvet dress slips out. "Welcome." Her voice was low and sultry. "Please put on your masks."

Davina and I simultaneously tie our masks across our eyes, adding to the veil of mystery and suspense.

The woman shines a satisfying smile, "enjoy the night and don't forget, those masks do not come off until midnight." She pushes the door open a few feet more and gestures her slender arm inward allowing us entry. The warehouse was illuminated with flashing colorful lights painting the 32 foot concrete walls. There were multiple levels to the inside of this place, covered in the most elaborate decor. Acrobats hung from enormous hoops, contorting their bodies in the most fascinating shapes. Fire eaters were entertaining a group of onlookers on the main stage and house music bass rattling the inside of my chest.

The safety of my mask made me feel more confident in such a foreign place, bringing out a side I didn't know I had buried deep inside. I was enthralled with the visuals around me. I can't believe I almost said no. It made me feel free.

A man in full tuxedo garb approached us with a tray of champagne flutes, offering two to us. Alcohol was flowing, bodies grinding, and the air felt heavy in the best way.

"This is incredible." I mutter.

Davina leans over and pecks me on the cheek, "I told you lovey. Now let's go party."

*****

I'd never experienced anything like this before in my life, and I think I'm addicted to it. My anxiety was gone completely as the hours ticked by, three glasses of champagne will have that effect.

Propping myself against the bar, I waited for the bartender's attention when a presence next to me makes itself known. "Having fun?"

"M'sorry?" Turning to my left a stoic gentleman dressed in a deep green suit with a lighter green satin button down underneath was standing incredibly close to me. "I asked If you're having fun." His mask was matte black; simple, stylish, but covered almost his entire face. He was unrecognizable. His voice sounded relatively familiar, but i could barely recall where I'd heard it before. I cleared my throat, "um yeah i am! This is the coolest party I've ever been to." The man shoots me a soft smile, "good. M'glad. What are you drinking?"

"Vodka cran."

He nods and leans over the bar grabbing a bottle of vodka and a glass. "Um I don't think you're supposed to do that." I state. Pouring a shot, he places the bottle down on the shiny black bar top and proceeds to find a bottle of cranberry juice. "Don't worry, Chase won't mind." He seemed... too comfortable doing this right now.

Sliding my fresh drink to my waiting hand, I thank him. His gaze scans my mask, then down the length of my body. He goes to say something when another body next to me knocks into my back, spilling some of my drink. "Hey!" I scold. Turning around I'm met with a man who's barely able to stand up on his own two feet. His gaze lingers on my breast and he smirks. "Sorry hot stuff... you here with anyone? Because I could keep you company if you need." He slurs. He reeked of tequila, musty cologne, and smoke.

"Umm." My words fail me. Typical.

He was making me uncomfortable with the closer he got. "I'm sorry... I-"

"Hey mate, back off alright?" The mystery man who poured my drink stands next to me, hand laying gently on my shoulder. "She's with me." His voice was firm. Not possessive, but territorial, "you can go now."

The drunk raises his hands in surrender, "Sorry. I didn't know." He takes a few steps back and disappears into the crowd. I turn up and look at my knight in shining armor. "Thanks, you didn't have to do that."

He shrugs, "seemed like you needed some assistance there. And..." he points his finger past me, "I was not leaving you with that guy. Seemed like a situation that could have easily gone wrong."

I let out a sigh of relief, "You're right about that. Why do men have to be like that?"

"It's a shame. Men like that give the rest of us a bad reputation."

"Well you're my savior tonight." I smile at him and he smiles back. "Wanna grab a seat?" He asks.

"Sure thing." He takes my hand and leads me to a section of velvet red couches, secluded a tad from the mass of people raging around us. He guides me to sit down first and then he nestled in next to me. Not too close, but not too far. He was sort of cautious with his movements, like they were thought out meticulously.

"So what's your name? What brings you here?" He asks.

Twirling the straw in my glass I hum, "I thought this party was all about mystery?"

He chuckles under his breath, "Well since it's my party, I think I'm allowed to break the rules a tad."

My heart was pounding, my hands became sweaty around my cold glass. Whoever this was, he's important enough to have these infamous parties and still remain anonymous.

"We'll just use fake names to keep some mystery. How's that sound?" He presses.

"Ummm. Sure. I'll be...Eloise." I extend my hand to shake his and he follows suit. I'll be...Gary."

Without giving too much of himself away, he let it be known he's involved in the music business. Producing, writing, performing, even has his own label that he refused to tell me the name of.

Damn anonymity.

I was so curious about him, but I know this would be all I'd get. At least he was kind and from what I could tell from his physique quite attractive. He had an energy about him that felt safe, unlike most of the men in attendance who jump right into gross comments about my body and unwanted touch. He never crossed a line with me without invitation. The ball was in my court the whole time.

He gave me his undivided attention when I spoke, and as the night went on, we got more comfortable with each other. His finger traced circles on my arm slung over the back of the couch sending shockwaves through my body with each drag. The longer I sat here, the more I desperately wanted to know who he was.

Before we knew it, a giant screen rolled down from the ceiling with a clock ticking down to midnight. 1 minute appeared above us and everyone began to cheer. Gary looks up for a moment and back down at me, licking his lips. "1 minute." He murmurs. "Think you'll still find me interesting once the masks are removed?"

I quirk my lips to the side, pretending to have to think about it. "Hmmm I dunno. I mean that's part of the appeal right? Once the mask is off the fun kind of ends."

He leans forward and lowers his lips to my ear, "the fun can definitely continue, love, if you want it to."

Recognition slaps me in the face and I pull back from him. "Wait." I stutter.

Panic flashes across his eyes, "M'sorry I didn't mean to-"

I wave my hands at him, letting him know it wasn't what he was insinuating. "No, no it's not that! It's just... I think we've met before? The coffee shop?"

His mouth falls open in shock, "Wait... today?"

I nod nervously.

He unties the back of his mask and pulls it down slowly. Once fully out of the way, my stomach drops. "Oh my goodness." I couldn't believe it. Of all the people I meet tonight, it's the gorgeous man that stood before me 12 hours ago. "Iris, wasn't it?" He asks, voice raising an octave .

I smile and pull off the ties of my own mask. "You are correct. Now what's your real name so this can feel less weird?" I laugh.

"Harry. The names Harry." His smile widened as he spoke, "I can't believe this."

"Neither can I!"

10... 9... 8...

The two of us stare at one another completely dumbfounded at the chances of the two of us crossing paths a second time in one day.

7... 6... 5...

"My offer still stands. Wanna get outta here?"

4... 3... 2...

"Yes." I answer without hesitation.

1! Happy new year!!

Confetti explodes from the ceiling and cascades all around us, covering us both in shiny pieces of glistening silver. The pyrotechnics on the main stage light up the vast space making it easier to see him now, and holy moly was he even more beautiful in this setting than before. He leans forward at the same time as me, our lips connecting without hesitation. He tasted of mint and whiskey, lips soft and supple. The kiss was brief, but heavenly. I break from him for a second knowing I'll want to devour him right here on this couch if we continued.

Harry's eyes land on my lips, tucking his own bottom one between his teeth. "Let's get outta here."

*****

I made sure to find Davina before leaving with Harry, letting her know I'd keep my location on and get home safely. She praised my willingness to go home with some random guy telling me how proud she was. Funny thing to be proud of but hey, she wanted me to have a proper New Year's Eve and this was apparently the way to do it.

Harry had a car drive us back to the city, a silver Escalade with blackout windows, blocking us from the outside world. He had a very hard time keeping his hands to himself but I was definitely ok with it. I found myself strangling his lap, making out heavily with no concern for the driver. I'd never done anything like this before, but it was thrilling. Harry's large hands stayed on my hips, ever so gently rubbing his thumbs on my hip bones.

The driver clears his throat to get his attention, "Mr. Styles, we're here." Harry pats the side of my leg to stop my attack on his neck. "Hey, let's go inside." He whispers.

With the car now no longer moving, realization of how uncomfortable this driver must feel right now hits me. "Ohh umm ok, sorry." I giggle.

Harry shakes his head and pinches my side. "Don't worry about it."

I swing my legs off Harry's lap and climb out of the car. He thanks the man and says goodbye before walking me up the stone steps to the front door of a gorgeous brownstone that took my breath away. He leads me up the steps, unlocks his door, and enters behind me. Shutting the door and securing the lock, Harry grips my wrist and spins me around. I gasp when I collide with his heaving chest, pupils dilated fully. "Now..." his index finger trails down my throat. "Where were we?"

He connects our lips once more with a sense of urgency. His tongue grazes my top lip and slides between them, a whiny moan escaping me. With my hands on his chest, I begin to unbutton the rest of his dress shirt. Harry walks backwards into the house towards the living room, shrugging off his jacket and shirt in one swift move, never separating his mouth from mine. I couldn't help but glance at his physique that was now on full display, clenching my thighs together at the site. His body was decorated with blank ink, abs so defined you'd think he was hand sculpted by Michelangelo himself. "Fuck.." I utter under my breath.

His hands grip my dress in handfuls, humming to himself. "Think you need to get more comfortable, darling." His fingers tug at the hem of my dress, so I raise my arms for him to pull it over my head. It lands on his hardwood floors with a thud and clink, leaving me in just my dark green satin thong. I cross my arms over my bare chest out of habit, but Harry's hands settle on my forearms. "No need to hide, Iris" he utters. He kisses my lips once, my left cheek twice, then my right. "Embrace your beauty. Let me admire it." I pull my bottom lip between my teeth nervously and lower my arms to his hips.

His mouth travels down my jawline and sucks slightly at my throat. "Fuckin' perfection." He moans.

Allowing him to take full control, he lays me down on the sectional, slotting his knee between my legs. The sexual tension building was becoming painfully unbearable. My hands travel to his belt and undo it as fast as possible. Harry kicks them off and onto the floor, the outline of his erection visible beneath his underwear. Hovering above me once more I pull his hips down to connect with my core. I desperately needed relief from the teasing in the back of the car.

If I didn't get fucked soon I was going to explode.

My hips roll against his cock, a moan vibrating against my mouth. Harry's hands find their way down my stomach and between my legs where I needed him most. The pads of his fingers run over the material of my thong making me shudder. "Mmm you're soaked already, I've barely touched you."

His hand pulls my thong to the side to gain better access to my clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure with his index and middle finger around my most sensitive bundle of nerves. I cry out in pleasure, head thrown back in bliss. His fingers sink into me to stretch me out and curl just right, that all too familiar knot forming quicker than I expected. Harry lowers his head down to my left breast and flicks his tongue over my hardened nipple over and over again. He knew exactly what he was doing because in a matter of minutes, the bubble in my tummy was about to burst. The way my body reacted to just his hands, I couldn't wait for what was in store. A string of curse words fall from my lips needing to come so badly, but Harry had other plans. He pulls his fingers out of me quickly, making my gasp at the loss of fullness. I furrowed my brows at him, a little irritated. "Don't frown, I'll take care of you, promise." Harry takes his now soaked fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. Jesus he's sexy... "you better because that was a mean thing you just did."

Harry bends down and pulls a condom out of his wallet on the floor, discards his briefs, and tears it open with his teeth. "Don't you worry, love. I won't be mean any longer." Pumping himself a few times before rolling the condom down his shaft, I took in the size of what I'd be working with and felt a flood of nerves course through my veins.

Don't be a little wimp, Iris.

Harry nestles himself between my thighs once more, propping his weight up on his left arm, lining himself up at my opening. "You wanna stop at any moment, let me know, yeah?" I nod in response but he cocks his head at it. "Words, Iris. Need to hear yes."

My heart clenched at his need for verbal consent. "Yes. I understand. We stop when I want to. Same goes for you." I confirm.

With that, Harry pushes into me slowly, giving me a moment to adjust to the difference of his fingers verses his cock. I gasp and grip his shoulders tightly, feeling that wonderful burning sensation that I love so much. His strokes were fluid and slow, taking in every flutter of my walls around his massive length. "Oh my god..." I squeal.

Finding the perfect rhythm, Harry leans down and nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck. "So fuckin' good." He moans. Hot, opened mouth kisses trail across my throat while his hips snap into me harder and harder. My impending orgasm was creeping in once more, and there was no way I was going to let it be stopped again. "Right there, please don't stop..."

"Didn't plan on it, love."

The sound of slapping skin and primal moans echo around us, simultaneously chasing our peak. I pull his face to mine, needing to taste his lips again. Hitching my leg up more, Harry picked up the pace and tugged on my right nipple this time, sending a shock of electricity down my spine and making me unravel beneath him. A guttural cry leaves my chest, my orgasm hit me like a freight train. He smirks as I come. And I come hard. "Fuck, give it to me baby, come on." Due to his size and speed of strokes my orgasm felt never ending. The more he fucked me the longer it went. It was the best one I'd ever had, and that includes ones I'd given myself.

My body trembles underneath him as I come back down from my high, my chest heaving and head dizzy. I open my eyes and see Harry admiring me. "You're so pretty when you come."

I hum in satisfaction wanting more from him. I chew my bottom lip before I open my mouth. "can I..."

"Yes?" He says.

"Get on top?"

Harry quirks his brow, "Wanna give me one more?"

I nod shyly, "I can try."

Harry pulls out of me slowly and repositioned on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. Sinking down on him feeling full once more, I don't hesitate to roll my hips back and forth in a slow fluid motion. Harry's eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth gapes open. This position was way more pleasurable for me, and I was glad he was open to it. Some men don't like having women on top. Apparently it makes them feel like they're not in control.

Harry's large hands pull my hips back and in forth the longer we go, stimulating my clit perfectly. Our bodies were coated in a sheen layer of sweat, his own curls sticking to his forehead. "I'm gonna come soon..." he whines.

Changing up the rhythm I use my knees to bounce up and down which sends Harry right over the edge of bliss. "Oh fuck, that's it!" He hollers through deep groans, thrusting up into me chasing that oh so euphoric high. My second orgasm came as a surprise

causing me to still on top of him. I cling to his shoulders and throw my head back as I come for the second time in 20 minutes and Harry following suit right after. His thrusts become sloppy and erratic as he comes undone underneath me, face turning bright red and brows knit tightly together. It was a beautiful sight to witness; so primal and enchanting.

Catching our breath, we lazily kiss one another for a few minutes, like we couldn't get enough. He was back to being gentle and sensual, a vast difference from how fervent and powerful we were fucking just now. Harry brushes my mess of hair out of my eyes and smiles at me. "Well that was something." He chuckles.

"That's one way to put it." I kiss his forehead and lift off of him, in search of my dress and underwear. I wasn't sure what to do now that I just fucked a random dude from a party, I've never done this. I collect my things and turn to see Harry putting his briefs back on, condom discarded. "Umm. So I'll call myself and Uber and get out do your hair." I begin to walk quickly past him when he stops me. He looks at me confused, "You don't have to leave. You can stay."

I halt my pace, "what?"

"I mean, if you want to. I wouldn't ask you to leave. I've got plenty of comfortable clothes you can sleep in. Could even make you breakfast if you'd like..?" He runs his hand through his hair and fluffs his nose with his knuckle. "No pressure, but you don't have to leave."

I contemplate for a moment if it was normal to stay after what was a textbook one night stand, but he was offering so...

"Ok. Yeah, I'll stay." Satisfied with that, Harry shows me up to the bedroom and bathroom to shower and get comfortable. He let me use his master while he showered down the hall. Once I'd washed off the night and dressed in a pair of his shorts and t shirt, I enter his bedroom where he'd made himself comfortable. "Do you... want me to sleep in here or.."

"Yeah If you'd like." he gives me a genuine smile, dimples popping out and waves me over. I pad over to his king size bed and climb in, sinking down into the plush duvet. We spent a while talking and getting to know one another a bit more until we both eventually fell asleep curled up facing each other. Davina wanted me to have a night I'd never forget, and I think I definitely accomplished just that.

*****

The next morning I wake to the smell of bacon being fried, coffee brewing, and the sound light rock music playing.

I make my way down the creaky old staircase and find Harry was cooking up a storm. It was a bit of a split level so I made my way up the two steps and around the island when I discover he is wearing a Christmas apron, tube socks, and nothing else. "Ummm Harry?" I ask trying to hide my giggles.

"Iris?" He mimics.

"You're not wearing any clothes."

"Yes I know." He smirks. "More fun this way. Breakfast is almost ready, grab a seat and I'll bring you coffee." He gestured for me to sit down on one of his wooden barstools. I do as I'm told and watch him move around the kitchen almost stark naked. He has the cutest ass I'd ever seen. Firm, plump, and delicious. He made sure to always find a reason to have his ass facing me the whole time he was cooking, shaking it around when an up beat song came on. The Christmas apron was the cherry on top of this whole thing.

I hadn't laughed this hard or had this much fun is so long.

He was vastly different from any other man I'd met, making him ten times more attractive to me. I didn't think witnessing him cooking naked in an apron would be a turn on, but the longer he stayed that way the more I wanted him again. Flirty looks over the shoulder were thrown my way when he'd bend over and reach for a pan or reach up into a cabinet for the plates.

He was taunting me.

Harry places a plate of food in front of me, standing dangerously close. "You hungry?" He utters under his breath, right behind my ear. I turn in my chair and gaze up at him, his pupils partially dilated, emitting a hunger that can't be satiated with food. "In more ways than one thanks to you prancing around here with your ass out."

I reach around his back and tug at the ties of his apron. The taut material around his figure loosens and he pulls it over his head. I bite my lip when I see he's half hard already. "We should do something about that don't cha think?" I coo.

"I've got a few ideas." His words came out smooth as silk, desire dripping from each syllable. Harry's index finger grazes my cheek, trailing down to my chin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I couldn't help but flutter my eyes closed in anticipation, his touch igniting a heat between my legs. His hands travel down my clothed chest and slide underneath my shirt to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My legs instinctually spread for him, allowing him to step between my thighs. His lips encompass my own, swallowing my moans. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

I was so turned on just by his hands I could have come right then and there.

He hardened fully as I ran my hand up and down his shaft, paying special attention to his tip collecting his precum on my thumb. Harry's lips part in pleasure as I pump him faster and faster, sucking in a sharp breath with each twist. Pulling my head back from him, I raise my thumb and suck the taste of him off of it, humming to myself. Harry watches me in awe. "Fuckin' hell..." he whimpers. He swiftly picks me up from the barstool and carries me over to the kitchen table that thankfully had nothing on it.

He yanks the shorts he let me borrow off of my body, kneeling down in front of me. Throwing my legs over his shoulders he tuts at the sight before him. "You've made quite a mess here, darling. Looks like I'm gonna have to clean it up." Without warning his mouth latches to my clit and sucks harshly. I gasp at the sensation of Harry's scruff brushing against my smooth skin. His tongue sinks into me, lapping up my arousal like i was his last meal.

With every swirl of his tongue and brush of his nose, my entire body was buzzing. Creeping closer to the edge, Harry sucks harshly on my clit making me grind against his face. throwing my head back I couldn't hold back the whines and moans leaving my lips. Each grunt he emitted vibrated against my throbbing clit bringing my orgasm to its peak. "oh fuck!!". My thighs squeeze around his head involuntarily and shake violently. I don't know how this man makes me come so quickly.

The shocks of my body subside and Harry yanks his face away from me and stands. "Lemme get a condom, I need to fuck you so bad." Harry reaches for his apron on the ground behind him and digs out a condom from the front pocket.

"You were so sure we'd go again you had one in there this whole time?" I tease. Harry shrugs playfully and places the condom on. "Hopeful thinking that's all." Connecting our mouths again i wrap my legs around his waist, "You're lucky you're so darn cute." Harry pushes into me fully this time, not easing inch by inch this time. The sense of urgency to tear into each other was evident in his more dominant approach compared to last night. My nails dig into his shoulder blades and scratch down his arms, leaving red marks in their wake. "God you feel so good wrapped around me, best I've ever had." I try to roll my hips against him but he was fucking me senseless there was no use. I let him use me however he saw fit.

He pulls my hair back causing me to yelp at the stinging sensation on my scalp. "Fuck do that again."

He yanks again, making me clench around his cock. His arm wrapped around the middle of my back and lifts me up off the table still buried deep inside. Harry carries me down the steps of his kitchen finding the couch once more. Stumbling down to the cushions Harry begins slamming his hips into me again and again, pinning my wrists over my head. The tight grip around my wrists added to the heightened bliss of being ruined by the most gorgeous man I'd never seen.

"Fuck I'm gonna come again, don't stop." I beg with tears brimming on my lash-line. "Please don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it." His free hand snakes between us and rubs my clit furiously, making the knot in my tummy explode. I see nothing but white behind my eyelids as I come harder with each manic thrust, Harry's orgasm following right behind. His body stills and his legs tremble, grip slipping from my wrists. Even with the barrier of a condom I could feel him twitching inside of me and finally stilling. My legs loosen around him falling to the side, arms laying lazily around his neck, "God you're good at that." I pant. Harry groans and pulls out of me, making me wince. He bends down and runs his tongue up my folds making me squirm.

"Hmm someone's sensitive."

"Yeah no shit, Sherlock." I sit up fully while he sits back against the couch. "You work up an appetite, darling?" There was amusement in his tone, I roll my eyes playfully. "Oh shut up." I stand from the couch and take his hand, "Stop workin' blue and let's eat."

*****

Fully dressed once more and happily full from the massive breakfast Harry prepared, he walks me to the door with a driver waiting to take me home. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his bare chest. "Last night was fun. You have my number?" He asks.

I smirk and nod, "Well you putting it in my phone would indicate that I do." I tug at the shirt he let me borrow and a pair of sweats. "I'll get these back to ya."

"You can bring them when I take you on a proper date." Harry leans down and pecks my lips, "how about Saturday after next? I'll be back in town by then."

I hum happily, "That sounds great."

Harry pulls my bottom lip with his thumb, "I'll call you." I nip at his thumb, capturing it between my teeth. Harry groans and shakes his head, "Do that again and I'll have to fuck you right here in front of my driver."

"Hmm sounds like fun. Next time?"

Harry exhales sharply, "You're gonna ruin me."

*****

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