#now you just need to earn my love by not messing up 😊

[rickybaby]

Mekies: “On one hand, we have Daniel who brings race winning experience to the team and OUTSTANDING technical capabilities and sensitivities for what the car is doing. You have the incredible energy that he brings to the whole team and it helps all of us to deliver 101%”

Daniel: “I feel good. I feel like it’s early days of my career again. I have that enthusiasm and that real love for the sport again. I just feel like a better version of myself.

[urrockstar-xe]

mistletoe mishaps - j.t x fem!reader

posted dec 2nd, 2023 11:47 am

Anon asked: HII!! Happy holidays! I was wondering if I could request Jason Todd with the prompt “reader has been caught up in the stresses of the holiday, character has been spending the day trying to get them under the mistletoe” Thank you!! 😊

here you are my love! thank u for requesting :D happy holidays!!!

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“Are you sure you don’t want any help with that?” Jason asked for the third time in the last 20 minutes, a mixed look of confusion and concern on his face as he watched you try to untangle Christmas lights.

With a sigh you shook your head no, despite probably needing his help, he had just been shot in his side a few days prior. Finally complying with your request that the Red Hood take the next few days off, an early christmas present for his girl is what Jason was calling it. 

Besides, you were too stubborn to accept the help you had so confidently denied needing to begin with.

so now you were left to untangle lights, make family/friends present lists and unpack boxes of Christmas decorations all on your own.

Although getting out the boxes was something Jason insisted on helping you with despite your efforts to stop him.

Deciding to give up on the lights for now, you abandoned them, tossing them aside somewhere near the tree box and pulling your notepad into your lap, resuming your list of present ideas.

“What are you getting Bruce?” You asked, not looking up from the book as you wrote down some ideas for Dick and Tim. “Hell if I know” Jason shrugged, chuckling to himself as you urgently wrote things down, both of you knowing you’d hate yourself for the messy writing later on.

“What do you even get for someone who has everything?” “Plus the batmobile” Jason added, earning an exaggerated groan from your lips in response. 

“Oh my god, I’m forgetting something” You sat up, eyeing all the boxes in front of you before standing up, discarding the notepad on the couch by Jason. “What are we missin’ babe?” Jason flipped through channels on the TV, knowing he’d probably get scolded for trying to help as you searched through the boxes. 

“Mistletoe!”

you ignored the way Jason’s eyes lit up with an idea, opening another box. “I’ll go get you some, okay? it’s an easy errand for me to run, and you’ll have one less thing to do.” Jason explained, standing from the couch and pulling on one of his discarded hoodies that littered your apartment. You reluctantly agreed, sending your boyfriend off with a quick kiss and instructions on what kind to get, and then he was out the door, and you were left with the mess surrounding you. With no idea where to even start.

After what felt like ages but was really only an hour, you heard the front door open as you set a snowman cookie jar on your counter. Jason was only partially surprised at how the apartment had barely changed when he was gone but he also didn’t really care as all he had in mind was the mistletoe in the small paper bag. 

“Hey, Jay. Do you think that garland by the door looks dumb?” You asked, mindlessly taking the bag, setting it on the counter unbeknownst of the small extra mistletoe in his hands. 

“It looks good, babe, you’re doin’ a good job.” Jason shrugged, softly grabbing hold of the soft material covering your shoulder, effortlessly spinning you around, and holding the mistletoe over your heads. You gasped, taking note of the grin on your boyfriend's face but not noticing the way it dropped when you reached up and took it from his hands. “Awh, you got extra? thank you, love.” You smiled at him appreciatively before turning back around and taking off, careful to not trip on any boxes as you worked away in the living room, leaving a rather flustered Jason behind. 

Jason shook his head, disbelief covering his face as he turned to follow you but opted out of that when he came up with a plan B.

The eerie silence from Jason concerned you far later than it should have when you tilted your head as if to listen better just as a painful groan exited your boyfriend’s mouth. Instantly you ditched the tree ornaments finding Jason clutching his side as he leaned against the counter, mistletoe now attached to the entrance of the kitchen. Sneaky Bastard

“Jason, I told you not to help!” You said, worriedly removing your boyfriend’s hand from his waist and lifting his hoodie to check if the bandage was bloody and for any hints of stitches ripping. 

“I’m okay” Jason huffed out, setting his hand on your shoulder as if the counter didn’t provide enough support. You sighed, looking up at him with worried eyes before taking his hands and leading him into the living room, with no arguments from Jason when you sat next to him on the couch.

Feeling his arm snake around your shoulder, this time you decided to just breathe as you leaned into his good side, examining the mess of your apartment before seeing Jason grab something from the side table in your peripheral view. 

“What is that?” You asked, curiously, and as if on cue he held out the small extra mistletoe. You gasped quietly at yourself in realization. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, Jay, I didn’t even realize. I’m so dumb” You covered your face with your hands while rambling, earning a laugh from Jason, followed by a kiss on your hair. 

“C’mon, doll, let me see you” he smiled at the sight of your face, now holding the mistletoe just slightly above your heads.

Jason palmed the mistletoe, still holding it in his hand when he hooked his finger under your chin to place his lips exactly where they belong

on yours, of course.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1204: Exciting News!~ (Persona 5 x Sonic)

Futuba: Great news, everyone!~

Futuba: Gotta enough money to buy a brand new video game today!~ Which will go lovely for our upcoming sleepover at café later on tonite if any if u lovely people are interested~

Mona: Sure

Lavenza: We'd love that very much~

Omega: Invite accepted

Tae: That depends.

Tae: Will my dear Sae be there too?

Futuba: U know it!~ I already asked her join

Futuba: And u know as well as i do that she couldn't say no to this face~

Futuba: Puppy Dog Oracle.jpg

Tae: Lol nice~

Yusuke: What game have you purchased this time, Futaba?

Futaba: The sequel of this masterpiece of a gem!

Futaba: Hades 2.jpg

Futaba: Really good thing I got it in time too. It was last one they have in the shelves lol

Tae: Wait time out.

Tae: You kids used to play Hades at one point?

Mona: Yeah a long time ago actually

Mona: It was so much fun~

Futaba: So much fun~

Lavenza: And the artstyle and the soundtrack the previous game has offered are both equally as breathtaking~

Yusuke: Yes, indeed.

Yusuke: That game, to tis day, has inspired me into bettering my skills in drawing and painting

Yusuke: It even got me to creating a portrait of Lady Aphrodite of my interpretation.

Yusuke: Goddess of Love & Beauty.jpg

Tae: Impressive.

Lavenza: Very lovely indeed~

Omega: Your artwork continues to not disappoint the eyes of many beholders

Yusuke: Thank you.

Yusuke: It's still a Work in Progress, but I refuse to rest until I could completely capture the beauty and elegance the goddess herself, has effortlessly grace upon the screen.

Futaba: Wow, Inari!~ I didn't know u find the Goddess of Love affective~ 😏

Yusuke: I do to some extent.

Yusuke: But she could never reach the status of true beauty and magnificence as you do in my very heart, Futaba Sakura.

Futaba: iyggbtt ft jgchj ft ykjghikndfonnf

Yusuke: Futaba!?

Tae: I wouldn't worry about her too much, kid.

Tae: Texts like that mostly indicates your partner blushing up a storm right now. Common occurrence really.

Mona: You made Sae blush during a text before, haven't you?

Tae: Guilty as charged~ 😉

Omega: Common occurrence is an incredible understatement considering the fiftieth times Rouge would make Knuckles blush in their texting conversation

Lavenza: I've made Mona-Chan blush twentieth times on our texts!~

Mona: Sufeeszxgy Lavenza! They don't need to know that here!

Lavenza: Oops!~

Lavenza: Sorry my love!~

Futqba: INARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Futaba: At least warn a girl before u start making her cheeks flare up like that!

Futuba: I nearly dropped my phone on the floor cuz of u!!

Yusuke: Apologies, Futaba.

Yusuke: I never realized my text would give you that much of a reaction. Hope you are well.

Futaba: Yeah, I'm fine don't worry about it.

Futaba: I feel a lot better now knowing our favorite lover kitty boi here is wayyy more of a blushing mess than I am~ 😏

Mona: Oh shut up!

Mona: At least I don't carelessly drop my phone on the ground after receiving a compliment!

Futaba: Better than getting flustered over twenty times in the row!

Mona: IT HAPPENED SEPARATELY!

Futaba: Press D for Doubt!~

Omega: D

Mona: OMEGA DON'T HUMOR HER!!

Omega: How else do you expect me make Futaba feel better more than she currently is?

Futaba: AWWWW!~ Love u Big Guy!!~ 😊 😊

Omega: 👍 👍

Mona: Oh barf.

Lavenza: Morgana, be nice

Lavenza: So Futaba-Chan, how exactly were you able to afford this game?

Tae: Yeah, I heard they're crazy expensive

Futaba: Oh I just saved a few money I have left on pocket

Futaba: Add thay with the money I've earned winning another bet Sojiro and I made a while back ehehehehe!~ 😈

Mona: Oh god. What did you two bet on this time?

Futaba: Well, u see, my kitty bro, to answer that question, allow me to present u all the second of the spendid news we have today

Futaba: Guess who about to get hitch in the near future?

Futaba: Here's a hint: it's the one couple who's been acting like a married one since the day they became a thing!~

Mona: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tae: Is it who I think it is?

Lavenza: Ren-Ren and Makoto are going to get married!?~

Futaba: Ren-Ren/Makoto AND Ann/Shiho are both getting hitched!~

Futaba: And the best part about all of this is.....Makot.and Shiho are the ones gonna do the propose!~

Tae: Damn really? And here I thought Guinea Pig would be the one to do it lol

Mona: Wait, is that what you guys been betting on?

Mona: See who gets to propose first?

Futaba: Yeeeup!~

Futaba: Victory couldn't be any sweeter

Omega: Congratulations and wedding gifts will be in order when the time is set to motion

Futaba: Ooh Omega! Wanna share a gift with me to give?

Futaba: I wanna consider this thx for being the best robot bro ever!~ ☺

Omega: I would be honored ☺

Lavenza: Awwwwww~

Tae: Adorable

Mona: Still barf

Lavenza: Mona!

Yusuke: Just to be certain. Makoto and Shiho-san are the ones that are going to propose, yes?

Futaba: That's what i said!~ Possibly later this year actually. Why?

Yusuke: Oh I was planning on informing the others on this glorious news.

Futaba: Sweet!

Futaba: Just don't mention any of this Ren and Ann. It's a secret for them to find out on their own

Yusuke: Roger.

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

Meanwhile at Okmura Residence.........

Ryuji: (Immediately Gets Up From his Seat Along With his Girlfriend, Haru) HOLY SHIT!

Haru: (Clasps her Hands Together With Happiness and Excitement in her Eyes) They're getting married!?~

Ryuji: It's finally happening!~

Haru: I'm so happy for all of them!~

The couple hugs each other before hopping around and cheering in rejoice over the exciting news.

Haru: This is truly wonderful!~

Ryuji: I know, right!? About damn time those lovebirds get hitched!

Haru: There's so much to plan and prepare for- ('GASPS') (Grab Hold of her Boyfriend's Shoulders) RYUJI! We need to find ourselves the perfect wedding gifts for both parties ASAP-

Ryuji: (Gently Place his Hand Onto Haru's Arm, Helping her Calm Down a Bit) Woah, woah. Easy there, hun, relax. They said they'll propose later this year, right? We have all the time in the world to get ready by then.

Haru: ( Sigh in a Bit of Relief') If you're certain. I just hope the presents we pick out for them will be at least presentable. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) I wonder if Yusuke is doing an open art commission at this time......

Ryuji: It's possible. If not, I could always try convincing him to- (Etes Suddenly Begins to Widened Before Facepalming Himself and Groaning) Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit.........

Haru: (Starts Getting Worried) What's wrong?

Ryuji: I just remembered the bet he abd I made a while back on which is gonna propose. And guess who now owes the guy fifty bucks?

Haru: How much do you have now? I could help you pay it off.

Ryuji: (Takes His Wallet Out of his Pants Pocket and Opens it Before Looking For Something Inside) I got like....twenty bucks left I think? (Turns to Haru) But you really don't have to go out of your way to help me.

Haru: (Gives Ryuji a Reassuring Smile) True, but I don't mind at all. (Forms a Playful Smirk on her Face) If you so something for me in return~

Ryuji: Up! (Smirks Back) There's that catch I've been looking for. What you want in return?

Haru: Ohh nothing grand~ (Hugs Ryuji Again) I just want to spend the rest of the evening here with the love of my life~ Talk over dinner, movie, under the stars..... (Starts Smirking Seductively) Maybe doing something more sensual afterwards if you behave well enough~

Ryuji: ('Heh') Sounds like hell of a good compromise to me. You got yourself deal, gorgeous~

Haru: Good~ (Gives Ryuji a Kiss on the Lips) Pleasure doing business with you my dear~

Ryuji: Ditto~

The couple resume back to their making out session, having it yurn more passionate real fast.

@princekirijo

@ma-lemons

@albion-93

@decibelcoatl

[look-at-the-soul]

Behind the scenes- Anthropoid

Cillian Murphy x reader

Summary: Cillian goes to a shooting camp to learn to use the weapons he will need as part of his role for the movie Anthropoid as Josef Gabcík, finding more than just a lesson.

So, I got this request wrong and for some reason my mind could only picture the idea of Cillian preparing for his role in the film Anthropoid (because I loved the movie), but when I re-read the request I realized it was meant to be for another character-sorry to whoever requested, my covid consequences messed up my mind… I’m going to be working the original idea and turn this into a mini series (?) for different roles and different circumstances. 😊

And the most important thing is, I’m writing this for myself not worrying or caring for the outcome anymore, not looking at the numbers or interaction just like I did when I started posting, writing it because I simply enjoy it, anything else is a bonus 🍀

Cillian looked outside the window as the vehicle drove through a desert part of the city, the script on his lap. It was a fascinating character, a man with a strong view, determination and a bravery he thought was admirable.

Jamie was sleeping in the seat next to him in the van, they were going to a ranch outside the city for a shooting lesson. Even though the weapons they would use in the film aren’t real, they needed to get familiar with the way to position the gun, how to prepare it, hold it…

It was the finest details that made him fall in love with the character.

After driving for a little over an hour, the finally arrived to the ranch, it was a huge property surrounded by trees and that was pretty much all.

Poking Jamie with his elbow, Cillian collected his belongings to come down from the truck, his characteristic Ray Bans perched on his nose as the sun was at his highest point.

The administrator welcomed them and shared a brief introduction to the history of the ranch.

“This is Y/N she’s the manager of the activity and will guide you through this lesson… please don’t make her mad, remember she’s an expert in weapons.” He joked in the end earning the chuckles of both Jamie and Cillian.

“Thank you for the sweet introduction, now they’ll be terrified of me.” Y/N joked shaking hands with both, Jamie and Cillian, who took off his sunglasses to look at her without barriers.

“Nice to meet you.” He told her, holding her hand for a little longer than necessary.

“Shall we start the practice already?” The administrador encouraged the group.

“You’ve probably been to lessons like this before, but I don’t like to assume anything so, the first rule is always hold the muzzle of your weapon towards the floor, but don’t point at your feet, you’d be surprised to hear the horror stories we’ve seen by the recklessness of people.”

Y/N gave each a weapon.

“Treat your weapon with respect, there’s no need to fear these as long as you know how to use it properly, this is not a toy… and like I what I always say in these moments, the first to point jokingly at anyone will be requested to leave, no excuses I don’t care who you are or what movie you’re doing, repeat after me; weapons aren’t toys.” Y/N meant it seriously Cillian realized, his eyes were fixed on her as she paced slowly behind the table.

“You can thank Y/N for preventing me for shooting you.” Jamie whispered into Cillian’s ear, making him chuckle.

“Now, let’s get you started.” Y/N indicated to the group showing them how to hold the gun while loading it carefully, correcting their postures in the process and explaining the ammunitions they were using for each type of firearm. They were practicing with the real kind of weapons they’d use in the movie, so they could be familiar with the weight and shape.

He had to admit he was mesmerized not only by her delicate features, but also the power she exuded, she totally dominated the field and was willing to share what she knew to prepare them for the role.

After spending some good time learning how to load and unload properly each weapon, they finally moved to the open field where meters away they set up the targets they’d be shooting.

Cillian stayed back, watching Y/N interact with the group, she was the only woman around but it was amazing to see her move and talk with such ease and power, the amount of knowledge she owned about it was impressive, she showed them the correct distance they should keep between their legs, arms stretched.

“You’re not paying attention and she’s going to get you kicked out, stop staring at her arse man.” Jamie smacked the back of Cillian’s head playfully before standing next to Y/N.

“So… Miss, can I call you Miss? ‘Cause you’re kind of a weapon teacher.” Jamie asked in his usual charming persona, wondering if he was holding the weapon properly.

“Yes, exactly like that.” She put her gun inside her holster and gave a few instructions to him.

As Y/N moved back to her spot, she took her gun back while Jaime pointed his to the ground. She extended her arms, flexing then one of her elbows slightly bringing the gun at eye level and released her first shot, hitting the target right in the forehead. Jamie looked back at Cillian, biting his lips and throwing his friend a knowing and naughty look.

“I bet your boyfriend has sleeping problems knowing you shoot that well.”

Y/N laughed freely and answered she had no boyfriend.

“My friend here is a bit clumsy with the guns but he’s good with his hands.” Jamie teased, making Cillian feel embarrassed.

“You sound so sure of that last part, speaking for personal references?” Y/N teased back, making both actors laugh out loud.

“Checkmate.” Cillian winked at her.

“Busted.” Jamie answered defeated. “I was just trying to make him a favor.”

“Don’t… just please don’t, mate really you only make it worse.” Cillian chuckled, feeling awkward.

Jamie touched his heart, head hanging lose dragging his feet to a fence nearby letting them know he’d take a break. “Just want you to know that hurt, Cillian!”

“Is he always that dramatic?” Y/N asked with a sparkle in her eyes, positioning behind Cillian.

“And we’re just about to start filming, I’ll deal with that for three fucking months.”

That made Y/N laugh, like a genuine deep laugh, making Cillian look at her, a lovely blush covering her cheeks. Jamie gave him the thumbs up.

“Cillian stop flirting with the shooting Miss! You came here to practice!” Jamie shouted blatantly. “He’s single too, by the way!”

“He sounds so retarded, sorry he’s a jerk sometimes.” Cillian shook his head.

“The extrovert and the introvert, I assume?”

“Does it really shows that much?”

“Stop whispering naughty things and start the fire!”

After laughing some more, Cillian released the security button of his weapon, he brought it up, close to his nose to focus on his target. Y/N touched his arm to adjust the angle between his elbow and his body.

Trying not to gasp at his muscles as he was in position.

“Keep that hand where I can see it, Miss!”

Cillian and Y/N bursted into laughs at how annoying Jamie was.

“Keep him off the sugar next time.” Y/N proposed.

“Oh, mate that sounds like a naughty proposition, take it before she regrets it!”

Cillian rolled his eyes.

“What’s the movie about if I can ask?” Y/N gave him the go to shot.

Focusing in the target before him, he fired according to the instructions he got previously, hitting pretty close to the center.

“Nice shot!” Y/N praised giving him a high five.

“Alright Cillian that was rookie’s luck.” Jamie demanded shooting next, taking Cillian’s spot and assuring Y/N he didn’t need guidance, so the two of them walked to lean on the fence.

“It’s about a secret group trying to carry out a plan of assassination of the n*zi head who planned the genocide of Jews during the World War II, over 5,000 Czechs and Slovaks were executed.”

Y/N looked away, blinking away the discomfort.

“I know the story… my great-grandfather was part of that group. He was killed not knowing he was going to be a father.”

Cillian swallowed hard.

“Sorry… I-I didn’t know Y/N.”

“I did my shot wrong on purpose, didn’t want to embarrass you in front of Y/N. You’re welcome.” Jamie approached them breaking the tension. “I saw some food on our way in, I’ll just go and grab something.”

Y/N seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.

“The script is beautifully written, the director spent years going through every single detail. I wish you could come one day to set and see everything, they built a replica of the church, it’s mind blowing.” Cillian explained with excitement, he shouldn’t be talking about the project, but he was sure Y/N wouldn’t reveal what he just shared.

“I’d love to visit the set, never been to one before.” She couldn’t even start to imagine how a set would look. “Would you like to go inside and have some lunch?”

Cillian nodded and followed inside the big property, it was located at the beginning of the land and they’d be staying for a couple of days to practice with the weapons.

Taking a seat at the large table, Cillian was surprised to see how much respect Y/N imposed without even asking for it, she supervised the food that was served and someone approached her to explain a problem which she was quickly taking care of.

“Did you at least get her phone yet?” Jamie asked under his breath, making sure no one else could hear.

“Stop it.”

Jamie hit him on the chest. “Those eyes and you know nothing of how to flirt? Please don’t tell me you’ve been talking to her with that resting bitch face?”

“What?!” Cillian squinted his eyes.

Jamie raised his eyebrows. “You know what? Forget it, you really suck at this… But I’m a nice friend, she’s an interior designer but decided to take a chance at the family business, they rent the place for police and soldiers training and also for the private sector…”

“You said family?” He wasn’t sure of believing Jamie sometimes.

“She’s the owner of the place, I swear and she takes care personally of every visitor. What are you waiting for? She’s smart, kind, laughs a lot, good-looking, are you blind or what?”

“Sorry about that, would you like to have some rest and resume the practice later?” Y/N joined them once more.

Jamie looked at Cillian, encouraging him to step over.

“Jamie just told me he wants to have some rest, so why don’t we keep practicing?” Even before Cillian finished talking, Jamie stood up and yawned excusing himself, the silent hurra he did before leaving didn’t go unnoticed by his co-star.

“Is the movie being filmed entirely in Prague?” Y/N asked him while Cillian took his headphones for safety before shooting.

“Yes, some will be at the location and other scenes at the set.”

“It must be amazing.” Y/N admitted, watching him get in position.

With each shot, Cillian; got better and better, taking the opportunity to know more about Y/N, and she learned all about how he landed the role and how excited he was about the film, he talked about his passion for theater and music and how much he was loving the city, making her feel in awe by how humble and kind he was despite his profession, they talked a lot until the sun painted the sky in a beautiful pink and oranges tones, making them return to the house, after a small dinner, Cillian thanked her for the lesson and wished her good night while she stayed at her office checking some papers.

The following morning, Cillian was surprised to find Y/N already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

“You had a good night?”

Cillian nodded with a smile, “slept like a baby, with the window open the air is so fresh here.”

“It’s so relaxing, I barely go to the city anymore.”

Not long after that, Jamie joined them ready for the second day of practice, which of course involved more teasing from his part for hours, he particularly enjoyed revealing embarrassing things about Cillian.

They kept practicing some more during the day, enjoying the amazing weather they got.

Every minute that passed, made Cillian feel more comfortable around Y/N, she kept asking questions about the film and in return, he asked her about what she knew about her great-grandfather and bits of information she shared fascinated him, he loved to hear the stories that jumped from one generation to the next one, her great-grandmother had to escape the city out of fear, she changed her name and entered another country illegally. For years they kept a low profile, even after so many years they still whispered when they talked about it. Until one day, she found the hidden letters in the darkest corner of a drawer and started asking questions about her great-grandfather.

As they were in their own little bubble, Jamie kept practicing with the help of someone else, smirking at how much into each other they were, totally in sync.

“So, hmm… if you’re ever in town, let me know.” Cillian said in a lo voice walking next to Y/N back into the house, hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

“I‘ll, I promise.”

“Why does it sounds like you won’t?” He chuckled nervously.

Y/N stopped at the front door to look at Cillian, a sad smile on her features.

“Because you’ll be busy with the movie and your lifestyle is totally different to this…”

Cillian stepped closer, taking in the way the wind moved her hair and the moonlight decorated her face.

“That doesn’t mean this can’t work…” He let his hand touch her check softly, he watched her eyes close for an instant, as if she was trying to hold back the tears.

In a matter of days they clicked, endless talks allowed them to learn more about the other, he made her laugh a lot and who were they trying to fool? The chemistry between was amazing.

Letting go of his shyness, he leant down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. Y/N answered by not only responding to it, but also linking her hands behind his neck. Cillian moved his down to her hips, to keep her closer.

Y/N felt in heaven as Cillian’s lips moved against hers tentatively at first, then more hungrily.

It was hard to let go, as their mouths and bodies found the perfect fit together, both of them trying to get their heartbeats back to normal.

She ran her fingers through the longer parts of his hair, getting lost in the depths of his crystal eyes for a few moments, then motioned Cillian to follow her. “I’ve something you might appreciate.”

She opened the door to her office and retrieved a vintage travel bag from a drawer, placing it in front of Cillian.

Opening the box, his heart skipped a beat as he found a bunch of letters inside.

Y/N was encouraging him to take the letters, but he needed a minute to process this piece of information, his fingers lingered at the edge.

After all these years, Y/N kept the love letters between her great-grandparents as her most important possession.

The content of this box was invaluable.

There were no words that could possibly describe what he was feeling, there was no way he could make sense at all after watching the calligraphy at the envelopes and the damaged corners as the passage of time became evident.

“I’m speechless.” Cillian looked once more at Y/N feeling emotional to be able to take a look at something so personal, so intimate.

So he kissed Y/N again, thanking internally for the things they had to go through in order to meet under such extraordinary circumstances.

Wrapping a blanket around their shoulders, they sat at the porch to read the correspondence together.

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[armando-triplepapito]

Now that I think about it, it's kinda baffling that Armando had Betty negotiate with the banks, especially when they couldn't pay on time and he was too stressed to deal with it, use her influence with the Bank of Montreal to get loans, pretty much seal business deals and get companies to agree to monthly payments plans beforehand, all he had to was show up and get the supplier to sign the contract (even suppliers expected her to be at the business meals sometimes) and pretty much handle all the finances, make sure debts, interests and salaries were getting paid, and on top of all, expected her to handle and grow Terramoda on her own. I remember Mario and him were quite upset at first to find out that Nicolás (and don Hermes) was involved and most likely knew everything. I mean she is incredibly qualified and capable, but only human and was already working many hours a day in Ecomoda and earning much less than Patricia 🥴. It's also very telling that she didn't need an assistant once she was the president. No wonder lawyer Santamaria was impressed and I think respected all the work she (and Nicolás) had done even if the rest of the board seemingly despised her.

Also, the fact that Mario was able to walk away scot-free is beyond me. He is the one that got in touch with the fabric's suppliers in Panamá that turned out to be smugglers. Granted, it was Armando who decided to proceed in spite of Betty's warnings that it was dangerous and risky. But this disaster is what pushed Armando to have Terramoda seize Ecomoda, but Mario never once felt guilty. He never accepted any responsability neither for the business mess nor for the damage inflicted on Betty. His defense always consisted on reminding Armando that he only proposed things, but he willingly went along with everything. Played on his emotions and hurt his ego constantly by asking him if was really that dumb and easy to manipulate. Honestly, he is one fascinating character.

I love that you are re-watching the show, your posts are really interesting. I hope you are a having a great day 😊

You’re completely right! I always wondered what exactly Armando would do during working hours since Betty basically handled everything! It really pissed me off when Armando and Mario doubted her intentions when they found out that Nicolas and Don Hermes were involved with Terramoda. Like how can you doubt her intentions when she’s putting 100% of her effort to keep the company afloat when it’s not even her responsibility! They seriously didn’t see Betty as a human😾 For someone who was afraid of losing their company, it’s wild how Armando didn’t develop new strategies to bring money in. I’m still salty on how they would brush off Betty’s idea on the franchise thing.

That’s just how amazing Betty is!! In my head, during the Embargo, Betty already had the function of president while Armando was the assistant it’s just the titles we’re switched 🤭 Santamaría was definitely a fan of Betty and Nicolas🤣

Ahhh!!! Seriously I have no idea how Mario left scot-free! I hated how the junta directiva would continue with him while they pushed Armando aside. They were both involved with Ecomoda’s ruin yet they never even said anything to Mario. I know disregarding Armando makes sense cause at the end of the day he’s one of the owners but wouldn’t you expect to fire Mario or something? Or at least demote him in some way? I hate how his only defense is that he only suggested ideas to Armando because it’s true! That’s all he did! At the end of the day it was mainly Armando’s fault for being swayed by his words. Like how you said, Mario is a fascinating character! He’s such a bad influence, you could even say he’s a bad person but you can’t help but to love him (well at least in my case)😔.

Also, random but, I read a fic where the author basically suggested that Mario got a hold of Panama’s suppliers to mess with Armando. I remember how Armando defended Mario (from Betty) calling him a professional and knows what he’s doing so to not worry about the transaction. As a professional and someone who worked in his field for years, wouldn’t you know right away that the business they were about to do was sketchy? Let’s not forget that Betty was basically new to all this yet she had a hunch that the Panama’s suppliers were bad news so wouldn’t you expect a professional like Mario to know right away not to do business with them? Idk i feel like Mario did use Panama’s suppliers to sabotage Armando. Anyways sorry for this random rant but ever since I read that fic I can’t help but think about it!

You think my post are interesting?! Thank you🥹❤️ I don’t have the brains to do character analysis (I’m an airhead) but I always have random thoughts pop into my head while I watch ysblf. I just want to share those random thoughts and have a laugh with the fandom. It makes me so happy that at least one person finds my posts interesting 🤧

Much love and have a great day🥰

[lookatlavender]

hello sweet one 💫 i took a little time off tumblr and your reply to my ask and your post about your last couple ruins were quite a lovely welcome back.

so many good thoughts here. how lovely of you to offer that i put that spiked collar on you. once you hard earned all the clamps on your pussy i might just put it on you. i wonder if it has an adjustable size? i’d put it in on the widest notch first so you don’t even feel all the spikes and then each time you ruin i’d close it a little tighter until you were begging me to stop. maybe you’d be begging me to start putting clamps on your nipples instead, or maybe you’d be asking me to stop touching you so you stop adding time to your denial. My tongue on your tdick between all the clamps would be all soft and gentle.

I’d take off all your clamps while you fuck me so you can feel all sensitive but i’d definitely keep that collar on you. And yeah, the idea of you being all stretched open and fucking me and so completely denied ……. does a lot for me. Knowing you’ve given up all your pleasure to make me cum. Maybe I’d try to train you so you automatically bring me the numbing cream when you want to fuck me. I’d switch it out for arousal gel every now and again without telling you (if we talked about it beforehand 💞) just to mess with your head sometimes 💗

i also really liked reading about your last few ruins. i’d have loved to be there with my fingers down your throat to give you everything you were fantasizing about. 💖💞💫

hello 😊💖 as always, i’m glad you enjoy hearing about my adventures 🤭

☺️☺️☺️ the collar is adjustable, on the loosest setting you can’t really feel the spikes in a painful way, but even one notch in and they’re painful. i think there’s 4-5 notches too, so it would be almost unbearable by the last one. i think i’ve gotten it about halfway tightened before, never managed to get it all the way though. once i had the collar tight i’d barely even be thinking about the clamps you had on me, just trying not to ruin again so the collar doesn’t have to get any tighter. i’d beg you to slow down, let me breathe for a second so i can back down from the edge. maybe you would be nice and take you tongue off my tdick, maybe you wouldn’t. i would just have to beg pretty enough, i suppose, that my begging was more of a show than a ruin would be

wearing the collar while i fucked you afterward would make me so feral too, the pain combined with the high of fucking into you while i’m all subby from your teasing would drive me so wild. i’d be trying so hard to focus on pleasing you, trying to work past the sensation of the collar and the strap driving into you and ignore the urge to chase my own pleasure.

i bet you’d train me so well to do just that too, since it’s one of your favorite things. whether you trained me to hold my pussy open, or trained me with the numbing cream, or both. i know it wouldn’t take long for you to melt my little brain and turn me into your edging toy to tease endlessly. when you “surprised” me with the arousal cream it would be fun too, just an added sadistic twist to make it even harder to ignore my need to cum for you.

i’m glad you enjoyed the write up of my last ruins 🤭 i might as well update you on my no-touch ruins as well, since I finished them today. all of the first ones were pretty similar, with me grinding my legs together, groping with my tits and playing with my nipples, and thinking about whatever fantasy was getting me turned on that day. the first couple were at work in the bathroom, and the fantasies were very…degrading, to say the least. i’ve been very into that and humiliation for the last few weeks. not so much verbally, but just..being made to do things that are degrading. having to crawl to people, being a human ashtray, having to lick boots clean 🙈🙈 honestly the list goes beyond that but i like to leave a little mystery here and there 🤭 the other ruins i was in bed, worked up in the morning one day. i was grinding for hours, for a little while on my pillow, and finally when i had edged myself to exhaustion i rolled over to sleep. of course once i had given up i relaxed enough and started getting worked up again, and a minute or so later i was ruining, legs spread while i was gasping and twitching through one of the heaviest ruins i’ve had in a while. still not as satisfying as a full orgasm, but it was enough to knock me out for a morning nap afterwards

the last ruin i did was different, since i thought it was boring to be ruining the same way over and over again. i’ve never done it before, but I decided to ruin while grinding on the corner of a table. i have a small desk in my room and while i was home alone i stripped down to my panties and started grinding on the corner. i hadn’t touched myself yet that day so i was already kind of hard. at first i couldn’t catch a good angle, and i was getting frustrated trying to grind my pussy when i wasn’t getting any sensation. but eventually i angled my hips down, and the corner of the table skirted right across the shaft of my tdick. it caught me so off guard i kinda jolted and almost lost hold of the corners of the desk 🤭 it was kind of hard to keep the right angle, but eventually i managed it and was able to build towards cumming. the angle almost felt more like fucking than grinding which was honestly really hot, and is definitely part of what got me there. once i finally managed to tip over the edge it was hard to force myself to pull back, but i reminded myself that i wanted to be good for everyone so i made myself stop 🙈🙈

now i have the last 10 ruins left, which i’m going to force myself to do all in one sitting. my goal is to stretch myself up to a decently sized toy to cockwarm, and then i’ll use the hitachi to make myself ruin 10 times before i’m allowed to pull off. i won’t be allowed ti move or fuck myself on the toy at all, just have to sit all the way down on it and feel so full while my pussy ruins around it over and over 🤭 even the thought of that is making me so fucking horny rn 🙈🫠

(i plan to film the last 10 ruins so i can post it on a few different sites, so a little extra time and planning is gonna go into that before i can do it and get a write up made. i’m hoping to do it next week right around this time tho!)

[pan-but-meh]

Hiii~ so, with the timeline out, and with me giving the unempowered people's one a glance, I have a tidbit/scenario for Ivan, fly boy Baby (aka, the not kidnapped one), and Veg (the little shit 👊😊💢).

~~~~~~~~~~

Pitch black. Darker than it was normally. That's the first thing that caught their eye. The second were the literally pair of eyes staring down at them, a sinister smirk on the beings face. They wanted to scream, and the thing laughed at the struggle.

"Don't bother. You won't be awake to remember this for much longer. Just open your phone, now." The voice was horrifying, and as if a puppet their body moves on their own, opening the phone and handing it to the thing. Everything else still frozen. "Thank you so much... Baby~." They can't even widen their eyes in fear before they go back to sleep.

Vega gives a smirk and wipes the last few seconds from their mind. "As much as you brewing in fear is fun, I need to do something to make my main course enjoyable, and not fucking with plan."

They turn around and open voicemails. "You have one new voice message. First voice message."

As the message begins, Vega takes a leisurely seat on the edge of their bed. Towards the middle of Ivan's rant, Vega let's out a chuckle. "Damn, he's not holding back. If you were actually toxic, this would be very well earned." The sleeping person does nothing but that, sleep.

"This would cause you such delicious pain." Vega says as the recording ends. "Too bad that would mess up my plan too much. But if you think about it, this is "helping" you, and the fact of you still loving him. Pathetic." He deletes the voicemail, and puts the phone back where it was. They lean over "This will simply just be an awful nightmare for you, baby. Buh-bye now." He rifts away. And the room is not as dark now.

The sun shines through the blinds as the sleeping figure jolts awake. They're breathing heavily, hand to their chest, hoping to calm down their racing heart. They glance at their phone, and pick it up.

Nothing. Nothing happens. They breathe a sigh of relief as they put it back down. What a weird dream.

[ohmyril]

Here's some of the snippets of how life has been going on lately. I don't know if slow mornings are the usual but I like them. Since I am a non alarm clock type of person, waking up without the hassle of preparing yourself for the daily commute to work is kind of a luxury at the moment. I like waking up and have a walk in our front garden, feeding our cats, tending to our plants, having the time to think what breakfast to make, and cleaning up the mess from last night. My partner and I both don't have the regular 9-5 work and our days are mostly focused on growing ourselves more. We're not young, in fact we're both in our early 30's and we're capable of working professionally but I guess life happens and sometimes it gives you the pause. The pause to give more time for yourself, the pause to learn more things, the pause to relax, and also the pause to reflect. While I told myself before that my purpose of this break is to rest for a while, my savings weren't totally agree on that so I miraculously landed a part time Virtual Bookkeeping job without knowing anything prior to hiring. I am really thankful because even now, the virtual world isn't easy looking for a direct client so I dive in head first. Learning is fun as cliche as it sounds and I love the laid back work I have right now while adding useful knowledge along side it. Plus I got to earn almost the same amount as when I am doing corporate. But, I still am looking for a corporate job, both of us were. As I am lurking in my social media, I know that we're at par to everyone our age even the ones younger than us. We're not prioritizing looking for our own house and instead rented one. Our marriage is on a halt as both of us need to save for it, not really saving for a luxurious wedding but none of us really have the initiative to plan for it as my partner would like to secure a job first before tying the knot. In this I agree.

I think my opening spiel has gone overboard in relation to the above photo but here it is 😊

Beading business - it just started out as a hobby in making friendship bracelets when I attended the Eras tour. Until it came to a point that I am doing live selling some of my stash and street selling some of my finished crafts. It is fun and it feeds my creativity.

Cellphone - in my mama's 68 years of life, this is the first time I have given her a phone in her birthday. It so happen that my brother had given her an old iphone 6 and it suddenly stopped working. She was sad that she cannot access her Facebook anymore which I created just recently. She live on her own now because my brother and I both moved out separately so it left her alone with some of my cats. Giving her something to tinker on and reconnect to people in the social media is one thing I cannot deny her.

This family picture - I really don't have a close connection with my family and my fiance's is quite the opposite. They do stuff that we don't normally do like get together and outing. Idk, maybe we cannot afford it or we're not on the same page. I have a thing of a past with my mom and this maybe hinder me from having fun or getting close from everyone else. With them, I felt like I belong in a family.

Palia - been hooked in this online game at the moment.

Nanno - we already have two cats in the apartment but when one rainy day, I heard a loud cry outside our home I saw this little cat emerged from the bushes all dripping wet and muddy. He's such a cuddly type and quite clingy especially in the morning.

Trainings - as I have said a while ago, I dived head first in the VA world unequipped with the knowledge needed so I initiated to apply for trainings available online. I learned so much aside from the fact that I am researching on my own. They gave so much learning materials which I am using after all the sessions. Also I gained knowledge in the pause I am currently in.

There you go! These are some parts of my life I want to look back to and sharing this here makes me feel like I have others to talk to aside from my fiance. Working from home means less socials for me.

Love lots, My

[foreverinadais]

hello!!

i love your writing and was wondering if i could request where the reader and marc are like partners in crime but they’re like major frenemies and act like they hate each other and then on a mission they meet steven for the first time and he kisses her and marc gets upset bc he wanted to do it first 😊

AHH that means a lot thank you ❤️ i'm literally obsessed with this idea thank you so much for requesting!! i had so much fun writing this and i hope you enjoy :)

pairings: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

warnings: angst!! very much angst!! fluff!! suggestive content!! language!! marc being slightly infuriating, steven being adorably awkward and reader being down bad :) 

word count:  5.4k words ahh 

PART 2 is out!! :)

“Well, he wouldn’t have got away if you had just done what you were supposed to. Or what, you can’t listen to simple instructions now? Huge surprise.” Marc scoffed, throwing his small penknife on the ground as he paced away from where you stood, anger radiating off you.

“It’s not my fault you’re not fast enough.” You groan, nails digging into your palms as you mentally scream. 

“If you hadn’t let him get away, I wouldn’t have had to chase him!”

“For fuck sake, your infuriating-”

“-I’m infuriating? You’re the one who messed up-”

“Oh, here we go again, like a broken record, over and over-”

“Fuck you!”

“ENOUGH!” Neither of you had noticed the god appear until his voice boomed out, making you jump slightly. Marc groaned, and you were about to call him childish when Konshu continued, “I don’t care for this foolish bickering. The both of you failed-”

“But he let the them-”

“SILENCE! I will not have this. You mortals,” Konshu rubs his bony temple in stress, stress that his avatars, the ones who carried out his duty, couldn’t always get along. He thought there was progress one fateful night when the two were celebrating, drinking. That night, the energy was different. Lighter. But there was something heavier underneath, an undeniable force which compelled the two to star at each other a moment longer than usual, that had their cheeks heating and hearts skipping- and not just from the alcohol.

Alas, all it took was a failed mission to bring it all crashing back down.

“Need I remind you that everyone is replaceable. You need me.”

“Fine. I’m sorry.” You force out, kicking a stone with your shoe to distract from any form of eye contact.

“What do we do now? Harrow got away.”

“Really?” Sarcasm was laced in your tone and Marc smirked mockingly.

“You serious? We gonna do this shit again?” One look from Konshu shut you both up, knowing he wasn’t lying, that he had full control over everything.

“You must find him. Get back what’s mine. Or so help me…”

“We will. Promise.” You stuck your pinkie out, earning you a weird look from both Marc and the God, to which you awkwardly cough, putting your hand down. And then, after a final warning, Konshu was gone. “Let’s just get back to the hotel.” You mutter as Marc agrees, refusing to even look at you as he stalks away. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the nothing short of infuriating man in front of you.

This was going to be a long week.

The front desk was empty, and your exaggerated push of the bell was left to no avail. You groaned, feeling the tiredness and dirt settle into your bones as all you could think about was sleep. “Looks like nobody’s here.” Marc muttered.

“No shit sherlock.” He shot you a look and you didn’t have it in you to offer anything else. After a roll of his eyes and a tut, he was going behind the desk to look for your keys. “Wait, what if they catch you?”

“What, you scared?” He teased, and you glared at him. “Relax, sweetheart, I got it.” Woah. Okay. The petname made your stomach clench and heart miss a beat of it’s now quickening rhythm. You watched as Marc grabbed two sets of keys and effortlessly climbed back over the counter. You snapped out of your trance long enough to whisper,

“Show off.”

“You love it.”

“Oh yes, I love the heroic show of manliness when you throw yourself over a 4-inch counter to save the night.”

“Hilarious. Gimme your hand.”

“W-what?” He huffed, gently taking your wrist and squeezing so that your palm opened. He kept eye contact as he placed your room key in your open palm, stroking the skin with his thumb once, smirking as he felt your pulse quicken.

“Let’s go to bed.” You swore you had a brush with death as your heart all but burst. You were trying to muster up something witty, some kind of comeback against his charm, but you found yourself following him along the hallway until you reached your rooms.

He was teasing you and you didn’t know why. A moment ago, you were engaged in a near physical altercation with the man, and now… this? You inhaled shakily as you raised your key to unlock your door, the simple human action failing you as it fell to the floor. “Shit.” Marc, of course, was already in his room, stepping back out, however, when he heard your frustration. His features were graced with the most annoying teasing grin as he noted you bending over for the keys.

“Well, didn’t expect all this, would’ve accepted a sorry.” You instantly straighten up, nearly dropping your keys again out of shock. You all but jam them into the door, as you find your voice again.

“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” You nudge the door open with your feet, turning to offer a smile to Marc, “Shame you’ll never get… an apology.”

“And what makes you think that?” He took a step closer, and your painfully aware the distance between the two of you is lessening.

“Well…” Keep your confidence, there we go. “If you wanted an apology, you’d have to make me.” He’s so close to your face now that your sharing the same humid air. His eyes darken slightly, and that same smirk is on his features, but it’s different somehow.

“Hmm. How on earth could I do that?” oh shit. Your skin is on fire as he reaches a handout to drag down your arm. “I guess I could make you scream… your apologies.” You gulp as he leans closer, hand leaving your arm to reach behind you. Just lean over, you think, and your lips will be touching. Your eyes flutter in anticipation and only did you realise how much you craved this. His breath fans over your lips as he whispers, “ ‘s a shame.”

And then he’s using the hand behind him to open your door, stepping away from you. You practically fall forward as his touch leaves your body and your mouth hangs open as he walks away. “Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

“Asshole! What the fuck was that?” You start, the feelings you had felt a mere second ago being replaced by the familiar anger and annoyance you experienced purely at the sight of his face. But he’s already in his room, door shut, leaving you aching, needing more, needing him. But another side of you, the stubborn side, vows to never give him that. He really just left.

You didn’t sleep, not well anyway. You were planning what you would say to him, do to him after the stunt he pulled. At least, that’s what you were telling yourself. In truth, it was his lips. How close they had been to your own. So close, you had tasted the coffee in his breath. It ignited a feeling in your body you’d never felt for him before, and in the corners of your mind, left you begging for more.

The light coming through the cracks in the flimsy hotel curtain woke you up from sleep. You weren’t sure what time is was when you eventually put aside the thoughts of Marc Spector and drifted off, but you were sure it was late, based on the tiredness still wedged in your limbs.

You groan at the sound of banging on your door, and force yourself out of bed, lugging your body to the source of the noise which opens to reveal he himself. You gulp at the sight of his features, a rush of adrenaline sourcing through your body, prompting you to stand a bit straighter. He looks as though he’s been up a little while and you can’t help but wonder if he was plagued by thoughts of you as much as you were with him.

“So,” he starts and here it is, the confrontation. You mentally scold yourself for not waking up earlier and making yourself presentable, even doing your teeth, on the off chance he wants to pick up where he left off, “How are we gonna get Harrow? We need a plan. According to Konshu-” You can’t help but scoff at his words and he stops, raising his eyebrows. “I’m sorry, is somethin’ wrong?”

You can’t stop yourself as you say, “You’re not even gonna talk about what happened last night?” He fakes nonchalance which makes your blood boil as he shrugs.

“I’m sorry for saying your not a fast runner. I know it’s hard-”

“God, your such an arsehole!”

“Oh, right, I forgot.” He steps closer and you hate yourself for not even trying to move, “It was the broken record line, wasn’t it, sweetheart?” You scoff, placing your hands on his chest and lightly shoving him out of your door frame and shutting the door in his face. You hear him attempt to apologise, but you cant tell if it’s sincere, and you chose not to care, instead focusing on getting ready. Marc Spector can wait.

                                                            ~~~

“We take him by surprise. If we surround him without his goons, then we can get the scarab back, easy.”

“Only problem is, last time, someone let him get away. What if that happens again?”

“It won’t. Either way, get your running shoes on, you need all the help you can get.”

“Hilarious. I’ve never laughed so hard.” It was as if last night was forgotten. You were back with your sarcastic commentary and Marc was on form with his mocking. Konshu was just about sick of it, demanding it be done, not caring how, before exiting the conversation.

“Let’s just focus, yeah? Sooner it’s done, sooner we can leave.” You sighed, actually agreeing with him for once before devising a plan. Only a few hours later were you in position, situated beside a rather large building. You were situated in completely different areas, Marc in his Moon Knight suit, ready in case of a rash escape, you there to confront and distract.

“Spector? Can you hear me?” You tested the earpiece technology, to which you got a sharp ‘yes’ in reply. Harrow was supposedly returning briefly to retrieve something, and you had studied him long enough to know the route he was sure to take. After escaping you both the first time, you’d be surprised if he wasn’t even more careful.

“It’s time.” Marc suddenly said and you straightened up, holding your weapon up as you ready for combat. But as you do so, you notice a familiar figure emerging from behind one of the buildings on your left.

“I have eyes on Harrow..”

“How many are there?” He asks and you peek your head round the wall, doing a quick body count.

“Including him, 4.”

“4? Where’s the rest of ‘em?”

“I don’t know, clearly.”

“Somethin’s wrong. Stand down, I’m coming.”

“I’m sorry, stand down? What, ‘m just expected to listen to you and comply?”

“Not now, Y/N, look, this is a safety precaution. You can’t take them on your own.”

“That’s not fair! You’re the one who-”

“Let him get away, yeah, yeah, I know, be more fuckin’ original.” You scoff, peeking out again to see Harrow stopped in his group. You could take them.

“I’m doing it. They aren’t ready right now, he’s an open target.”

“Absolutely not. Harrow feeds off this shit, if he’s out in the open right now, it’s cause he wants to be.” You should listen to him; he’s your partner, after all, and he’s being rational. But alas, your pettiness and eager to prove him wrong take control.

“Your just saying that cause you wanna get him.”

“What? Your being delusional, look, I’m on my way, stay put.”

“I don’t need your help!” You didn’t mean to shout it quite so loudly. You look back around, but it’s too late; he heard. “Shit.” You whisper, but Marc picks up on it.

“Fuck, just, hold on!” You feel slightly nervous as you ready yourself, hating that you possibly messed it up, just like you’d been berating Marc for.

“Good evening,” his voice was distinct, chilling, cutting through the air before he came into view. You inhaled slightly before meeting him halfway.

“Harrow.” You greet, “Goons,” you mutter, to which they step forward.

“Now, now.” He talks them down, smiling calmly, eerily, “I know you don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Give me what I need, and I won’t.”

“You know I can’t do that, as tempting as the offer is.” You note his staff, and the weapons the others are carrying and feel general nerves fill you.

“Your wrong, you know.” You start, trying to stall until Marc arrives, “What you’re doing, it isn’t helping the world. It’s destroying it.” Harrow keeps the same stoic smile, but he’s walking toward you.

“You might feel differently when you discover your fate. Wouldn’t you want to know who your going to become? Don’t you want to see if your scales balance?” You let your self be distracted for a moment, falling to the power of his staff, as if in a trance. “Let me show you.” He whispers, and now’s your chance to take him down, get the scarab and run… but you don’t.

Harrow’s about to reach you when he appears, falling from a building and landing perfectly in front of you, fully suited. You break out of the trance, shaking your head as the goons suddenly spring into action. You hardly have time to react as one of them go to hit you, which Marc deflects.

“What are you doing? You could’ve been killed!” Another goes to stab him, but he expertly sweeps under their legs, so they fall.

“I-I was handling it!” you lie as you find your fight, dodging a hit and delivering a rather hard punch to a jaw, resulting in collapse.

“Right, sure looked like it.” You were about to retaliate when you noticed Harrow getting away- again.

“Shit!” You motion to where he’s running and Marc instantly sees, knocking out the last two of Harrow’s crew in one go before motioning with his head for you to stay.

“I got Harrow, you stay and make sure none of these go anywhere.”

“Wait, no, I can help-”

“Stay.” His tone is demanding and final, and you almost listen as he chases him down an alleyway. But you don’t, running the opposite way, putting all your push into your feet as you realise you can cut him up from the other side.

You can hear his footsteps bounding closer as you approach from a different end, and you run faster, pushing yourself to the limit. You hardly have a chance to react as your body collides with his, the force knocking the both of you as your body falls onto his. It takes a mere second, however, for you to realise that it wasn’t Harrow.

“What the fuck? I told you to stay put!” He sounds furious as his mask disappears, and his features certainly match his tone. Your frozen above him until he all but pushes you off him, your feet meeting the hard, cobbled floor. He begins pacing, hands pulling at his hair in frustration until he’s delivery a punch to the wall.

“I was trying to help! I thought I could cut him off in the alley and stop him-”

“Well, you thought wrong. So fucking useless, I swear!” The words cut through you, leaving you feeling winded with hurt, but that soon shifted to match his angry tone.

“That’s rich, as if you weren’t the one who let him get away last time!”

“This again? It’s getting real boring, hearing the same fuckin’ thing over and over.”

“Yeah, well, it’s true. This is your fault.”

“No, this is your fault. If you had just listened to a simple instruction, I would’ve got him.”

“You don’t know that.” You were trying to remain confident, but it was faltering drastically.

“Well, you know what I do know?” He was inching closer, but it was different to last night, thicker tension for other reasons. “The only reason you keep bringing up what happened last time is cause you know you’ll always be second best to me. Konshu knows it, hell, even Harrow knows it, which is why he used you. Your just tryna lie to yourself and convince everyone around you that you don’t completely suck.”

Whatever fake confidence you were clinging onto drips away at his words, leaving you breathless with tears filling your eyes. You don’t say anything, words failing you as you shove past him, rushing away. Because he’s right. Your not good enough. And it’s your biggest fear.

Marc felt a bitter taste rise in his mouth as the anger diminishes slowly. That was harsh, Really harsh. And he hardly meant it. It was a result of the requited anger, the frustration at the situation. They had failed Konshu a second time; they would be lucky if they even got a third. Soon, he felt overwhelmed, saddened, and his head was spinning, swimming. And his eyes were rolling into the back of his skull, and the tension in his head was released as he rendered control.

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The harsh sun consuming the day had gradually shifted to a clear night sky, a stark contrast from the UV rays with intent to destroy. You had been walking under the night sky for a while now, wanting to avoid the hotel, to avoid Marc and his words. That was, until you spotted him. He looked confused, as if in a daydream, and the very sight made you angry once again.

“What the fuck are you doing out here?”

“Huh? I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”

“Who the fuck else? Look, I came out here to be alone. Don’t need you following me like a lost puppy all the time.”

“I-I’m terribly sorry but I think you have me mistaken.”

“What? Wait, what’s with the accent?” You get a good look at his face, and though his demeanour is slightly off, it’s definitely him. “I’m not in the mood for your games, Marc. Leave me alone.” Marc’s face shifts in some sort of realisation.

“You think I’m Marc! So, you must be Y/N, his infamous partner in crime, eh?”

“What are you… is this some kind of joke? Or pick-up line? Cause it isn’t working, nor is it in any way funny.”

“I’m not Marc. I’m Steven. With a ‘V’. Wasn’t meant to meet you yet, if ever, but something happened, and I guess Marc gave control of the body? Dunno, bloke ‘s hard to read.”

“The body? What body? Oh shit, did you kill someone? I’m not helping you hide a body, Marc.”

“Blimey. Look, I’m Steven. I share a body with him.” You look at his posture, his features, the way the wrinkles of worry in his forehead aren’t as prevalent, the way he looks more relaxed in a slightly awkward way. He doesn’t feel like Marc. The aura around him and the way he carries himself is certainly different.

“Your serious?”

“As serious as a heart attack!” you raise an eyebrow at the man who shuffled awkwardly on his feet, rubbing the back of his head. “Forget I said that last bit, but yeah, I’m dead serious, yeah.”

“Okay, Steven with a ‘V’. So, what are you doing outside?”

“Well, Marc’s room is way too hot and a bit messy already, silly thing. Needed some air. Our head’s a bit crowded, as well. Think somethin’ is bothering him.” You feel slightly guilty, knowing it was your prior argument, all the tension build-ups. You felt the urge to apologise, but remind yourself that this isn’t Marc, just someone with the same body as him. That body-

“That’s fair. I’m going to find some food… you can come if you like?”

“Oh,” he seems flustered at your offer, until he’s suddenly looking over to the shiny lamppost located next to you intently. You peek at it, just seeing his confused reflection, but by the looks of it, he’s talking to someone. Oh. Eventually, he’s facing you again, slightly flushed as if he was involved in a confrontation. “I’d like that, yeah.”

The two of you walk along the desolate paths. It felt as if the city was silent, asleep, leaving only the two, well, three of you awake with a night full of possibilities. You were laughing at all of Steven’s jokes, intently listening to his stories of his three-finned wonder, Gus, and his horrid boss, Donna. And soon, you had developed a soft spot for your partner’s alter. His face, which once brought feelings of irritation and yearning, was evolving to one of sweetness and tenderness. It was strange; this was the same face you were arguing with mere hours before.

“Oh, aces, I see a place, right up there!” There was, indeed, a 24-hour store open, fluorescent lights shining in welcome. Steven surprised you by grabbing your hand, grinning. “C’mon, let’s get you some food!” You felt light as air as you ran, giggling, to the store, not missing the way his hand felt in yours. It was all you wanted, under it all; to hold his hand. But now, your thoughts were corrupted. What did you want? The line between hatred and desire was becoming blurred as you realised the depths of Marc, of them.

You had found an old bench down the road from the store, located on some patchy grass. Steven had brought a vegan sandwich, which you found interesting considering Marc certainly wasn’t a vegan, and you had settled for a wrap. “Taste test, you ready?” You asked and Steven nodded.

“It’s on,” you both took a bite, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you both bit off more than you could chew. “It’s delicious.” Steven said after he’d finished his mouthful and you agreed, even though the bread was slightly stale and the lettuce soggy- it was the best thing you’d ever eaten, probably because of the company you were enjoying it with.

“Just what I needed.” You said honestly, recounting how good it felt to have a break after the week you had endured- and it was far from over yet.

“Woah, look,” he said suddenly, and you followed his finger as it pointed up to the sky, more specifically, the stars. “You see that, there?” You nod, “That’s Orion, the embodiment of Osiris, you know, the god of death and the afterlife. Cool, innit? How it’s all the way out there, in space, and we’re here, watching ‘em. Stars don’t even know how beautiful they are, funny, hmm?” Your not looking at the stars anymore, but at him. at the way his eyes, which you’ve seen many times before, are literally glistening in the starlight, twinkling with passion.

“Your so different.” You whisper, and he turns to look at you, confused. “From him, I mean. He’s just… he acts like he hates me and then the next minute he’s… you know what, never mind.”

“He doesn’t hate you. He just has a hard time opening up to people. It’s a coping mechanism, you see.” It is? You always thought it was you. Up until last night, he had never even tried to act on the tension bubbling between the two of you, and you thought it was because only you felt it. He hated you…. right?

“And what about you? What do you think of me?” The question leaves your lips faster than it formed, but it’s out now. He hesitates, calculating his answer in his head.

“I’ve grown rather fond of you,” he starts, and you chuckle.

“You have?” he nods bashfully and your heart squeezes, “Well, Steven Grant, I’m rather fond of you too.” Your looking from his eyes, oh those eyes, and those lips, ones that were so close to you last night, and you find yourself leaning in. But, this time, you’re the one hovering. It’s his choice.

He glances over to the handle of the bench, the metallic one which shows his reflection. It’s as if something is pulling him away, beckoning him back to a reality which neither wanted to remember presently. It’s over, you think, as you begin to lean back to save at least a shred of dignity. But then his hands are on your cheeks, and he’s puling you towards him, and his lips are on yours.

They aren’t what you thought they’d be. Their soft, slightly chapped, but certain in their actions. Steven kisses you like you thought he would; slow, passionate, testing the waters with his tongue and his hands. You smile into the kiss, hands finding his hair as he hums in excitement and approval.

You forget about Marc. Forget about what he did yesterday. Forget about every argument and every comment and every time you wanted to give in and fall to him. Because this isn’t Marc. This is Steven. And perhaps it’s wrong to kiss him. Because you could never be together, not with Marc there, Marc who, no matter what his alter said, hated every fibre of your being, every aspect of your existence. He didn’t want you, he wanted to tease you, to edge you on, to play with your feelings and keep you on your toes.

But Steven, it was clear by how he was kissing you that all he wanted was to please you.

And you loved it.

You didn’t know how long had passed when he pulled away, breaths meeting each other in short, blissed bursts. “Wow.” He whispered, and you smiled in agreement, almost sure he could feel the heat your cheeks were radiating.

“Wow, indeed.” You sat like that for a moment, relishing in the small, finite reality you had just created.

“We should probably get back. You need to rest before whatever the bird has planned for tomorrow.” You agreed, stomach dropping at the subtle reminder of actuality. A comfortable silence followed you on the walk back, and you were certain the smile would remain forever etched on your features.

“Tonight was… good. Great, even. Thank you, Steven.” He grinned lopsidedly; cheeks flushed in unwarranted contentedness as he nodded.

“Yeah, it’s been wonderful. I shall hope to see you soon?” You almost forgot the man you’d see tomorrow wouldn’t be the one you’d just shared such an intimate moment with.

“I hope so, too.” He offered one last smile before shuffling into his room, and you followed suite. As soon as your door shut, you released a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding, leaning against the door frame for a second as the events came rushing back to you.

You kissed him.

But not the ‘him’ you had dreamt of kissing, no. But it had fulfilled something inside you, some carnal desire to have his lips on yours in a way you could’ve never envisioned. The thoughts filled your brain, residing as butterflies in your stomach and sweet swelling in your heart. You all but collapse into bed, a content smile etched into your features as you drift into a much-needed slumber.

It was the curls you felt first, the unruly black curls tickling the inner plush of your thighs, reminiscent of when those same curls trailed a course down your neck, your chest, your stomach. His calloused hands were rough on the surface, but feather like in their touch, trailing the bare crevices of your skin. It was then you saw those eyes peeking up, brown and dominant, inquisitive as they bore into your own. You go to call out a name, but you hesitate- is it Steven? But then that familiar smirk resides on his distinct features, and you know it’s him, it’s Marc. “Missed me?” He asks, and you can’t find it in yourself to reply, just nod desperately as his eyes disappear in between the depths of your legs, smirk getting closer and closer and-

You wake up with a start, a thin layer of sweat coating your features, and body  flushed to it’s core. It was as though your feelings were in overdrive, rumbling around your brain, ready to explode. And it was because of him, them, you didn’t even know anymore.

Being attracted to Marc wasn’t a necessarily a new thing. You had dreamt of him before, both in your sleep, and awake. You wanted to tease him, to push him, to see him scoff and smirk. But a part of you craved his attention, his praise, the genuine smile that hardly ever came out- that was Steven.

But the question was engraved in your brain, almost shameful as it repeated over and over, like a mantra; would you ever be more? More than partners and avatars for Konshu? More than two people who bickered and fought and argued like teenagers? More than the overwhelming sexual tension the both of you refused to act out, partly out of provocativeness, but also fear?

Steven was there now, too. A stark contrast to the body you were used to. He was cheeky and soft and kind. You’d kissed him. Not Marc. So why did you feel the overwhelming urgency to knock on Marc’s bedroom door and passionately dance your lips with his?

Suddenly, you realised the mantra had shifted. You wanted them both. It came to you like waves crash the shore, like puzzle pieces connecting after time jumbled in a prison. It wasn’t just him anymore.

But did Marc feel the same way? Yes, he initiated the flirting, was a main instigator of the burning tension between the both of you. He was the one who all but pinned you to the door, you reasoned. But he also called you useless. Had said harsh words to you, harsher than he had ever said before, the literal night after you thought he would kiss you. He was near impossible to read. Even after all the time you’d worked with him, it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Was the prolonged eye contact as a result of burning desire, or was he, or you, just daydreaming? Were the brushes of his fingertips on your skin a seduction technique or an accident? Did he dream about you, too?

You hoped against hope that he did.

Turning in the slightly squeaky hotel bed, you tried to forget for just a moment of Marc Spector and Steven Grant.

He hadn’t slept. He couldn’t. It was plagued in his mind permanently, and with it, a mass of insecurity and… jealousy? Surely that wasn’t the right emotion. It didn’t feel right to be jealous at his alter, the one who helped him unconditionally, the one who was a hopeless romantic, and of course couldn’t stop himself from falling for the perfect specimen that was you.

You with your quick tongue and witty comebacks. You with your stupid lips, that could expertly pull off a smirk or a soft, adoring smile. Fuck, maybe he did want you. No- he needed you.

But it was too late.

You couldn’t see him in the reflection of the bench in which you and Steven had shared a stolen first kiss. You couldn’t hear his voice, one he almost didn’t recognise, fast and rushed. Steven couldn’t register it either, or perhaps he subconsciously refused, too lost in your presence... and who could blame him?

Yet if you were able to see him, able to hear him, you would’ve clocked the sheer desperation in his tone. The words he had rejected ever since you had introduced yourself that first day, the day he had decided to start an unspoken feud, simply because he refused to let himself get hurt by someone else. Someone like you.

“Give me the body, Steven. Fuck sake, just… wait. That should… that should be me. Please.”

But nobody had heard him. He had cultivated the thoughts in his mind, willing them to scream them at his alter, or build up a final strand of courage and say them to your face. Alas, they didn’t.

So, he tossed and turned on the cheap, unreasonably loud mattress, plagued with thoughts of you. And amongst them all, the ones of your smile, the ones of your moans, the ones of your cry, one remained prevalent.

It repeated in his head like a mantra, but it felt more like a curse: it should’ve been me.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

I'd love to read 16. We could watch a movie for Kristanna please 💕💕💕

Hey my dear!

Finally, as promised - and thank you so much for your understanding patience... Like I´ve messaged you earlier on, I hope I´ve found the perfect topic for you! 😊

Oh, and it´s a modern AU (again...) - I agree with you, it´s somewhat easier to handle... well, to me it is...

Note: This is pure cheesy fluff. Maybe a portion too cheesy or fluffy…. But then, sit back, relax, and enjoy the heart-melting effect... 💕

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Somewhere in the Frozen fandom world…

Anna was agitating, like she had not been before for a long time. A date, she was going on a date, with Kristoff, her long-time crush… He´d asked her out, something she had not experienced for a while and to be asked out by him especially made her heart leap up and down her chest!

Elsa stood watching her, shaking her head, and chuckling fondly.

“Goodness, Anna, you should see yourself, like some besotted teenager.”

“Hey!” Anna spun slowly before the mirror and checking on her looks, “I am allowed to feel like a besotted teenager tonight, am I right?”

And the sisters giggled, when the doorbell rang, and Anna squeaked, starting to tribble and clapping her hands.

“He´s here!”

“Yes, yes, feisty pants, or whatever Kristoff calls you at times. Just calm down, I´ll get the door like the reasonable older sister does.”

Elsa rolled her eyes and throwing her hands in the air, glad when her younger sister be out and on that date tonight. But then, she had to admit she did approve a great deal, for Kristoff being with Anna.

Anna sighed and indulged in the moment. Kristoff had asked her out for a date, and she felt so special, so cherished, so utterly loved. But then, she better go and show up, when she heard that wonderful voice asking for her.

“Hi, Elsa, is Anna ready?”

“You bet; she is. Since hours. Seriously, you´re doing me a favour by picking her up, she´s driving me crazy.”

“Hi.” Anna had appeared at her sister´s side, beaming up to the man that she held to her heart more than anything else in this world.

“Hello, Anna, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you. And you look dandy!”

Kristoff held out his arm to escort his lady to the car.

Elsa wished them a lovely evening, a good night, and she couldn´t restrain to call after them.

“Behave the two of you, will you!”

She earned a sterned look from the couple and a waving hand from her cheering little sister.

***

“So, where we´re going?”

“Surprise.” Kristoff glanced at Anna with a grin.

“That´s not fair. I need to know.”

“I know, Anna, but this time I´ll be firm.”

“Ha! Let´s see about that.”

“Hm.” He reached out for her hand to pull it to his lips and peck a kiss to her knuckles.

“Hey, you left your ring on?”

“Yes, sorry, I couldn´t take it off. That felt so wrong.”

Anna shrugged apologetically, but Kristoff winked at her, saying that was a friendship ring then for tonight.

“Yes, that´s it!” Anna laughed and sighed happily to the prospect of their approaching time together.

Kristoff parked the car and Anna burst into a fit of laughter.

“Burger barn?”

“Hey, that was the place I took you out the first time, remember?”

“Yes, how could I forget. That´s where you spilled the ketchup sauce over my dress.”

“To be fair, Anna, your looks that night had me really… disturbed… to say the least, and I had to concentrate hard not to think of you any other way of ripping that dress off you.”

Anna giggled.

“I know, and I´m still sorry for that. Well, if it makes you feel better, that very night I thought, ´oh well, now that he´s ruined my dress, hopefully he´ll make up for it by simply tearing if off me…´

Kristoff stared at her mouth agape.

“You didn´t!”

Anna nodded, hunching her shoulders, and covering her mouth with one hand and laying the other on his arm.

“I seriously did but was afraid of saying anything.”

“Well,” and Kristoff leaned closer to put their foreheads together, “I can promise you to make up for that mess tonight, if you wish.”

“Hm.” Anna moaned lightly and then giggled, “I´d love that, but you´ve heard Elsa.”

***

A nice burger meal at that cosy diner was just the right thing and Anna loved every moment of it. The memory of their first date back at this place was still so fresh like it had been just yesterday, though this had been two years ago.

“Mr. and Mrs. Bjorgman, is there anything else I can bring you?” The owner of the place personally had come around and was standing like a giant next to their table, waiting for another order.

“Anna?” Kristoff looked at his wife with a grin, “another desert?”

“Oh, no, thank you.” Anna rubbed her belly and groaned unceremoniously. “I don´t think I can handle any more food tonight.”

So then, Kristoff paid the bill and led his beautiful wife back to the car to drive her home, his home, well it was their home for two years now, but then for tonight it was his home and he brought her there, like he´s done on their first date.

“Oh, Kristoff, you won´t believe this. But I feel just so excited and agitated like back then, and the flustered stomach that had me go all edgy.” She looked at him with sparkling eyes, just to gaze into his that were so soft and full of love for her. And the moment was thrilling, and tears of sheer distress threatened to run down her face and ruin that awesome hour.

“Hey, my love, what´s wrong?” Kristoff reached out and pulled her closer when they had gotten out of the car and were walking towards the house.

“Nothing wrong, it´s all so perfect. Oh, gosh, I think it´s the hormones running berserk with me. I fear that I will never learn to control my emotions.” Anna sniffed and wiped her nose with her wrist.

“Hey now.” Kristoff rubbed a gentle hand up and down her back. “I hope you´ll never learn that, because that´s what makes you so special and I love you for that exact reason. Don´t you know that?”

She nodded and then blinked up to him with a dreamy smile, “Thank you. You´re so wonderfully steadfast and so calmly centred. I would not know what I´d supposed to do without you?!”

“And you´re the most caring and delightful person I have ever known. You´d do anything for those you love and to know that you love me, for whatsoever reason that I will never understand, that makes me the happiest man in the world, you know!”

“I love you Kristoff Bjorgman.”

“And I love you, Anna Bjorgman.”

And Kristoff kissed his wife on his, no, their, front porch, just like he´d done that one night back two years ago, and still his knees threatened to buckle upon the touch of her soft lips and the sweet taste of her skin along her jawline.

They parted their lips with a sigh, holding to each other for another moment, when Anna asked while Kristoff opened the door.

“So, what we´re going to do now?”

Kristoff closed the door behind them and turned to cup her chin and smile at her.

“We could watch a movie.”

Anna´s eyes widened, and she pranced on the spot, cupping his face with her hands.

“Oh, you mean like we did on our first date?”

He nodded.

“And then afterwards, I´d have an idea to proceed…” Anna cooed wistfully.

Kristoff shook his head with a grin, putting a finger to her lips. “Sorry, my love, you´ve heard what Elsa´s said.”

Anna frowned playfully and nudged his upper arm.

“Come on, her comment was part of the game, and besides, she doesn´t need to know, right?!” She grinned with a fake frown.

“Alright, feisty pants, but please keep the right order, okay?” Kristoff chuckled amused, enjoying this little chitchat play along and softly kissed his wife.

“Yes, Sir! What movie then?” Anna pleaded still prancing.

“What about the movie of our first date?”

“Oh my gosh, don´t say you grabbed it out of our mess of DVD´s?” By now she squealed with excitement.

“Hm, I did. And, what about some popcorn.”

“Oh, but I shouldn´t.”

Kristoff laughed.

“Come on, my lady, you sit down, put up your feet, and I get the bowl and drinks. It´s our date, nobody needs to starve tonight.”

Anna giggled and went over to the sofa to plop herself down with a happy sigh, just to snuggle up close to her husband, when Kristoff had come back with that cute popcorn bucket that was decorated with seasoned decors.

Now this little container was painted with some Halloween pumpkins. They had stored some others in their closet for other use, too, and there was one with Disney´s lion king, or Frozen, or then some Disney princesses on it. Anna liked those things and Kristoff had neatly stored them up for such occasions. Who knew what one could use them later for?

“Ready?” Kristoff asked with a grin.

“I can´t believe you´re doing this. After all, you don´t like that kind of movies.”

“But you love them, especially this one, and back then I thought I could win your heart over with presenting this DVD to you.”

Anna straightened and laid her palm to his cheek.

“Kristoff, don´t you know that you´ve won my heart far earlier than that? But still, I have to admit that you landed yourself a great hit with that!”

He shrugged but leaned over to kiss her softly once more.

“Alright Anna, if we don´t want to fall asleep before that DVD is running, we better get started. Besides that, meanwhile I do like the movie, especially that cool reindeer and the funny snowman!”

And they sat to listen to that melodic chanting song and watch lovely snowflakes wondering through the nightline, and then those massive saws cut the ice!

And at some point, during that enchanted movie that Anna made sigh here and there, Kristoff couldn´t help but lay a gentle hand to his wife´s slightly swollen baby bump….

***

“Good morning beautiful.”

“Hmmm.” Anna stirred on her pillow, opening one eye to look straight into this pair of wonderful brown eyes.

“How about breakfast in bed?” Kristoff asked, brushing away a mass of red hair out of her face.

“Not yet.”

Anna smirked and reached out to pull her husband closer into a snuggled hold, and soon they were indulging in the magic of early morning lovemaking.

Those moments were precious, though not necessarily rare, but on the weekend with no work schedule hunting one of them out of bed, it was simply an indescribable gift of reciprocal appreciation.

And the soft postcoital afterglow had Anna fall back into a content light slumber while she heard some rustling in the distance.

Breakfast in bed… How on earth had she ever deserved to be spoiled as such…?!

“Hey, sleepy head,” a gentle kiss roused her from her napping, and she sat up in bed with a glint in her eyes upon the sight before her.

A tray with toasts, bacon, bagels, jam and coffee. And for her, a cup of chocolate milk, to give the baby a treat. Anna giggled upon that statement and clapped her hands with praise.

They indulged in the delicate starter for the day and then mused over today´s plan.

“Fancy to stay in bed for the day?” Anna grinned.

“Why not? And then… “

“Yes?” She glared at him with sparkling eyes, while chewing down a bite of that yummy jam-layered bagel.

“We could watch a movie.”

“Again?”

“Hm.”

“Oh, in bed on the notebook?”

“Yeah.”

Anna´s eyes widened even more, and she smiled with growing excitement.

“What movie?”

Kristoff put down his cup, just to turn carefully and reach for the nightstand´s drawer and pull out another DVD, that he had stored witfully planned for this moment.

And when Anna saw what he held in hand, she nearly flipped the tray over upon bolting upright from her leisured position.

“It´s the sequel! You got it!”

“Yes.” Kristoff grinned proudly with a wink.

“Oh, my goodness! Seriously, Kristoff Bjorgman, if I had not fallen in love with you an eternity ago, today would be the day!”

“Lucky me!”

“Happy anniversary, my valiant pungent husband!”

“Happy anniversary, my beloved feisty pants!”

And they kissed indulgingly to seal their unbelievable bliss!

[heart-forge]

is that list of injury quotes supposed to be like an ask prompt? if so, how abt "its still not healed, but its getting there" for valerian pls 😊

Yeah !! I figured like, I’ll do a few in between research. I thought I would need to look up more than what I realistically did;; radios are pretty easy to grasp and I already have notes for a couple of the character concepts since I’ve been writing Hybrid for 400 years.

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Valeri’s scowling at the wall, his shirt off and his bandage in need of changing. He was such a little brat about getting treatment for the wound he earned trying and failing to pull off some sort of pincer-move with Ruth, making a literally bloody mess trying to keep people from touching it— he was so angry about getting hit at all that even you had to coerce him into letting you stitch the stupid wound, and every follow-up appointment (which you had to book as appointments to trick him into showing up) has been an almost equal struggle.

“Have you been changing the bandage on the recommended schedule?” you ask, looking down at the paper where you’ve written obviously not. 

“Yeah,” he lies.

“Just asking as your doctor, but you know we live together, right?” you ask, writing something unflattering just to unnerve him about the writing. Butthead.

“Just asking as your boyfriend, but can this be over now?” There’s an edge to his voice that lets you know just how deeply uncomfortable he is; anger is his stand-in for a lot of different emotions, and this is no exception.

You circle around to stand in front of him, forcing him to look at you for just long enough to see how dead serious you are. “Do you like wound infections?” you ask, instead of working yourself up demanding to know why this is so personal for him, why he won’t let you help, what his stupid problem is.

“Love ‘em, thanks. Are we done?”

“Valerian.” You’re not sure how that came out— you intended to sound angry, because part of you feels that way, but the way his shoulders relax tells you that maybe the better part of your concern seeped through. “Let me help.”

He doesn’t say anything, but lets you in to change the bandage and examine the damage. “What’s the verdict? Are we gunna have to cut my ribs out?” he asks with forced levity. He’s trying, and you’re grateful.

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there,” you say, rewarding him with a kiss on his shoulder. In his typical way, you watch him grin as he decides he’d like a much more thorough prize for only mostly being an asshole.

[queenofthedramedies]

The Klaroline Shipper Games: Ch. 18

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Chapter 19: Think Long and Hard About Your Next Move

It came as a little shock to Elijah Mikaelson when his younger brother, Niklaus, came storming into their home. His brother's body was coiled tight, as if he meant to spring upon a likely foe. In this case, Elijah already knew his brother's wrath was directed at Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert. And Elijah had to keep himself cool and collected, otherwise a smile of triumph might appear, ruining many of his team's plans.

"Elijah," Klaus hissed out. "Something is going on around here." Stomping from one side of Elijah's study to the other, Klaus only paused to shoot his older brother a death glare before returning to his wearing through Elijah's imported carpet. "I need you, brother. We must find out what Caroline's little friends from New Orleans are up to. I swear to you, if they mean our family harm, they will return to Mystic Falls, sans heads."

A wicked smile appeared on Klaus' face until he noted Elijah's eyes on the open door. Caroline Forbes stood there, her arms folded over her chest and a deep look of disapproval was on her face. "Thanks, Klaus, I was just thinking my time in the Big Easy was coming to an end. Thanks for making that decision a lot easier." Turning her back on Klaus, Caroline stormed away.

Klaus let out a heavy sigh. "You could have warned me," he snapped, his eyelids lowered.

Elijah smirked at Klaus. "You didn't ask. And it is not always up to me to protect you from yourself. Now, why don't you go, and clean up your mess. I have family matters to deal with."

"Such as?" Klaus eyed the book on Elijah's desk.

Elijah cocked an eyebrow. "It does not concern you, yet, Niklaus. I will alert you when it does. In the meantime, find some nice way to make up with Miss Forbes. I do enjoy her presence. She makes this home…lighter."

Eyebrows rising, Klaus paused for a moment before a small smile graced his lips and then he turned toward the door with a purpose in his step. "We'll talk later."

"Right," Elijah muttered. After a moment, he peeked under the desk. "You can come out now."

Hayley groaned. "Remind me not to get down there, again." She took Elijah's proffered hand before straightening and blowing out a breath. "What is with the book?" she asked, brushing her hair over her shoulder and moving into Elijah's personal space.

"Um…" Elijah forced his attention to his work. "Yes. This books is part of our family history. I believe that I might know who is concocting the chaos that created a problem with Damon's team today –"

"Yeah," Hayley muttered, interrupting Elijah as she pulled out her phone from the front of her dress and Elijah decided not to think about where it had been. "Speaking of Damon's epic fail, you think it's fair for his team to lose points?" She glanced from the phone to Elijah. "And I think that you're sending Klaus to go work things out with Caroline should earn us points. Plus, the smooth line about how you think Caroline brings 'light' to the house. So sweet, Elijah." She grinned and wrapped an arm around him, "Selfie for the champions of this year's games."

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Ahh I'm so shameless 🙃 I can't believe I'm actually sending you this prompt after asking for so many things and writing so many crazy long ask buut I'm so weak Hahaha but before that I will be helpful and talk about Ancel's university degree 👨‍🎓

I had some old notes for a fic that never happen were Ancel was studying sexology/sex therapist .. other options could be fashion design/fashion consultant .. I always felt like Ancel "luxury suits you" was not just a random thing about him but a importan part of his personality (same with him being a pet) and for some less "canon" degrees Pharmacy and Biochemistry, don't ask me why because this make zero sense outside of my fantasy where Ancel is secretly super smart and nerdy for science and wants to make a lot of money (or at least in my country he would earn very good money with that job) I hope this mess was someway helpful? 😊😊😊

And now my super shameless ass would go and talk about this lil silly prompt you should totally ignore if its not your thing because I'm not here asking you for this kinky fic idea but also I'm here asking you for this kinky fic idea only if it gets you hot hahaha soooo.. what about an age gap fic with older Laurent and youger Damen? Like 15 years gap or something 👉🏼👈🏼 I mean... There's so many possibilities!!! 🤯🤯🤯 Maybe younger Dom Damen and older sub Laurent? They could meet in bdsm club or maybe Laurent decides to rent his other room to some college kid that needs it more 👀👀👀👀

Or it could also be divorce Laurent decides to go alone for some relaxing vacation to ✨the summer place ✨ where he meets Damen and after a looot of hot and cold flirting between them, he surrenders and gets the best fuck of his life because as we know 1) Damen loves to pleasure his partner, Laurent never had someone puting so much effort in his pleasure first 2) Damen is super strong and cocky so he fucks Laurent while holding him up in the air and in other crazy positions that only make Laurent hornier 3) Damen is big and Laurent is the biggest size queen ever he just haven't have the opportunity yet.. and of course 4) Damen is young, energetic and full of stamina making him able to fuck Laurent all night long in every place of their hotel room.

That list could work for both fics actually 🤣🤣🤣 well these were my ideas but if you like the older/youger thing but would like to do anything else I'm here for it... I'm not going to lie I'm here for anything you write 😍

Now I'm definitely closing my mouth for today a week.

Kisses, kisses your Berry anon 🍒

No I love it BE SHAMELESS WITH ME hahaha

The more stuff people send me the more my brain goes into over drive

Ooo I was thinking psychology but I don’t they do a dissertation, do they? I do really like the fashion thing but then, Berenger would NEVER be a lecturer in that department haha, Ancel would sue the uni for slander given how much he hates Berenger's clothes. But something along those lines, anthropology? Sociology? Idk. I’ll have to be vague until we figure it out. I do like the sexology thing, something in those lines? I’ll have a scan through my old uni website and see what lines up haha

So thank you!

See I’m not really into age gaps? But I REALLY love the idea of divorced Laurent being miserable and cold and Damen being all full of energy and sweet (and so hot, can throw him around, blow his back out LITERALLY cos he’s old lmao)

It’s definitely something to think about and a bit out of my comfort zone too which is always fun to play with!

Haha thank you as always my love😘😘