#raine whispers is the descendant btw

[ameenvie]

Bubbles - jamie tartt x fem!reader

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"i'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk"

Word count: 1.3k Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI!, bathtub sex, fingering, teasing Tags: smut, fluff Prompt/Summary: Kinktorber day 2: Bath/shower A/N: Hi loves! 🥰 This is a much shorted Jamie fic based on the 2nd day prompt of THIS awesome kinktober prompt list by @flightlessangelwings. I hope you all enjoy it, any feedback is highy appreciated as I'm still getting the hang of this! :') (Btw where do y'all find those awesome aesthetic pictures for your fics, its so hard 😭) xxx, Amee

“I’m home!” You exclaimed as you stepped through the door into your home, but silence was all you got as an answer. Right - you thought. Jamie was still at practice.

Your legs hurt from being on your feet all day and you wanted nothing more than having a little alone time to relax and unwind, so you kicked off your shoes and dropped your jacket down before you headed towards the bathroom.

You lit your favourite fall-scented candle and descended into the hot water. You felt all your muscles relax and you closed your eyes, the warm water swirled around your bare skin, the smell of the candle filled your nose and you felt like the hardships of the day just washed away – now only a distant memory in the back of your mind.

You weren’t sure how much time you spent like that, but the sound of the front door opening brought you back to reality.

“Babe, I’m home!” You heard Jamie’s voice and the sound of the door closing behind him.

“I’m in here!” you replied. There was a second of silence, a small thud as he dropped his bag to the floor, then footsteps approaching before he opened the bathroom door. His hair was a little dishevelled and wet just like his clothes.

“Are you alright?” you asked as you looked up at him.

“Just got caught up in the rain, love. Mind if I join?” he asked with a cheeky smile before he took off his t-shirt in a quick motion then the rest of his clothes. „Scooch over, will ya’?”

You couldn't help but smile and oblige his request as you moved to the end of the tub so he can get in and settle behind your back. He spread his legs and you adjusted yourself between them and laid against his chest. You looked up at him and he pressed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Welcome home” you mused as he hugged you tight to his chest and kissed your temple. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. You enjoyed this silent moment together, your bodies wrapped around each other as you held his arms that pulled you flush against his naked body, not an inch of space between the two of you.

After a bit he couldn't resist the temptation anymore and kissed your neck. He pressed a soft kiss just under your ear, then he traced his plump lips against your neck before he settled on your shoulder, nibbing and kissing your wet skin. You tilted your head backwards to give him better access which he gladly took. You moved your hand and tangled your fingers in his hazelnut locks as you pulled him closer.

You felt your body heat up as his skin flushed against yours and he bit down on your neck softly, not enough to leave a mark but enough to leave a tingling sensation in its wake. The water was hot, but you still felt his skin burning against yours.

He slowly shifted his hand from hugging you to cradling your breast, massaging and caressing them. You let out a shaky breath and involuntary bucked your hips as you felt arousal wash over your body. You turned to Jamie and whispered his name against his lips.

He looked down at you with half hooded eyes before he pulled you into another kiss, this time it wasn’t as soft and slow as before – it was hungrier, he pushed his tongue against your lips, urging you to grant him access which you happily did. You parted your lips and in a heartbeat his tongue was on yours, dancing in perfect rhythm, fighting for dominance before you had to break apart for air. You bit his lower lip before you felt his free hand snake down your abdomen. He took his sweet time before he started caressing your inner thigh, his touch light as a feather which gave you goosebumps and made you a whimpering mess.

His other hand gently pinched and flicked your nipple while he kissed you. His touch felt so good, his hand on you everywhere, you couldn't take the teasing anymore. You moaned into his mouth as you kissed and rolled your hips to get him to touch you where you needed him the most.

„Jamie, touch me please” you whined, which earned you a low moan from him. He looked into your eyes before slowly moving his fingers closer and closer to your throbbing core. He was such a tease, he loved how much you wanted him, how you pleaded and begged for him to make you feel good, make you feel so good you saw stars. He took his time resting his fingers on your lower abdomen, tracing slow circles there before finally touching your swollen clit.

You moaned under his touch, and his finger stilled before he started to circle it around your sensitive bud. There was no rush in his movements, he took his time, drinking in every involuntary movement, every whine, moan, and hitched breath you let out, studying your reaction and adjusting his technique to make you feel as good as you deserved.

His other hand never left your boob, caressing and squeezing and teasing relentlessly, his mouth trailed your neck, kissed and bit your earlobe, whispering sweet nothings about how gorgeous you were, his good girl.  His finger left your clit and you whined at the loss, but he shushed you as he traced it along your folds as he aligned his finger with your dripping entrance before he pushed it into you.

„Fucking hell, love. You’re so wet” he groaned before quickly adding another finger. You rolled your hips against his palm which caused him to push deeper inside you, hitting your sweet spot. He adjusted his position and pressed his thumb against your clit while his other fingers were still buried deep inside you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, and you felt his erection press against you.

He drew perfect circles on you and curled his fingers against that perfect spot inside you, causing your breaths to become shallow, your words uncoherent. The pleasure was building rapidly inside you, and you felt the knot tighten in your belly more and more each second. You grabbed the edge of the tub to try to keep yourself together, but his lips on your neck, one of his hands teasing your nipple and the other being between your legs started to become too much to handle. Your high was approaching rapidly. You threw your head back against his shoulder and pulled him closer with your hand in his hair.

„I- I’m gonna’ come, Jamie” you stuttered, rolling your hips against him faster, and he matched the pace, pressing his fingers into you deeper as the movement of his thumb never faltered on you.

“I know, love” he replied as he pressed a soft, sloppy kiss on your neck, sucking your skin a little. You felt every muscle in your body wind up, like a rubber band that’s about to snap any second. You gripped Jamie’s thigh next to you and dug your nails into his skin, which caused him to hiss at the sensation.

“Be my good girl, c’mon babe” he whispered into your ear, and you rolled your hip against his palm one final time before everything came crushing down, your toes curled and all the tension in your body released. White took over your vision as you came down from your high with his fingers still inside you.

He leaned down and pulled you into a sloppy kiss and rested his forehead against yours, a few of stray strands of hair tickled your face.

“I love you” you whispered, and he smiled with one of those sweet, innocent and purely happy smiles of his.

“I love you too” he replied and pulled you into another kiss.

[drabbles-of-writing]

I forgot what some of these said and may have snorted out loud when getting ready to post

Belos can and would have tried to introduce the earlier Guard’s into non-Titan religions until he realized they’d start asking questions so he just quietly put a cap on it. Unfortunately, this has led to those Guards getting mocked into the dirt for being “old”

Also whenever any of the living Guards got a crush/date they’d call it “pulling a Caleb” specifically because Caleb begs them not to, thank you and goodnight

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[primusdemoniccreatrix]

Printemps (The Mandalorian x Reader)

Just fluff I thought of while doing exams; platonic, slow burn. Reader is from Earth, and I just really enjoy nature. Might make a series of this? Feedback is much appreciated! btw Printemps is French for Spring. Reader doesn't know Mando's name. GIF: @oliviajdjarin

Printemps

The Mandalorian: Din Djarin/AFAB! Reader

This was an easier hunt than he thought. Good.

His last bounty on Kashyyyk put up a fight, and while he'd gotten good pay for it, he absolutely hated when his bounties put up such a fight and in so many stages it got hard to track whether it was genuine or a ruse; to him it could matter little as everything could have been a ruse as far as he cared, all that mattered was that he didn't fall for it. But the violence to the bargaining, then pleading for mercy, then taunting him with the child as if the kid wasn't so sacred to him that he'd kill anyone who spoke of him with such an ill mouth, to struggling and cursing while he was being dragged after causing so much of a scene on the way to the ship, it wore him down and he was all too happy to slam him into carbonite, placing his slab on the rack, glad he didn't have to deal with that pathetic man anymore. It wasn't a hard fight (the pathetic man was pretty weak and not good at fighting), but Maker did it drain his energy.

Din sighed, flexing his shoulders in order to relieve the tension that the bounty had caused. He was definitely going to take a quick warm shower, he needed it.

But first, to get the kid and his babysitter.

Din turned round, walking back down the ship's open ramp, not fearing anything coming for his ship from the Wookies' home planet as he descended back down towards the forest clearing near the open hill where he'd parked the Crest.

He'd met you not long after meeting the kid, finding your skills with tools something extremely helpful to someone with a ship that breaks something almost every trip, and the fact that the baby liked you was something that he knew was too good an opportunity to pass on. He was initially wary of you, as you were a stranger in his ship and therefore on probation to him, but within a few weeks into your recruitment you'd managed to become the baby's favourite person and his most trusted mechanic when he'd found you repairing a part of his fresher that he didn't even know was originally wrong with the Crest when he'd gotten injured, taking care to adjust the sonics so that it wouldn't put too much pressure on his wound. You'd done him a world of good while he was healing from a nasty cut at that time, and he'd been indebted, grateful to you ever since.

That had been months ago.

You and Din had reached a sort of understanding of one another of shared duties, and your conversations were amiable, never pushing buttons but always pleasant. Now, he could honestly say he'd come to see you as a friend, trusting you with his most precious thing, and knowing you'd listen to him and respect him when the rest of the world seemed to want to fight him. He was thankful for that.

Din's boots hit the grass of the hill, walking down the gentle slope of the hill towards the trees that bordered the clearing. The sky overhead had greyed while he was getting the bounty into carbonite, meaning that the day might end soon, and he had another bounty to catch on Corellia. He walked past the first few trees, their leaves whispering by his pauldrons and helmet as he traced your footsteps: you told him you'd sit and play with Grogu in the forest while he went on the hunt, so he rationalized it was where he'd find you since you weren't on the Crest.

The crunch of leaves underfoot accompanied him as he walked through the forest, the darkness from the tree canopy opening up to light further inside. A coldness settled onto his skin through his flightsuit, and through his visor he could see mist coming in. It would rain soon.

He walked up to the light, where there was a smaller clearing in the forest, and grass rushed up to his ankles, flowers brushing soft petals around his calves as they grew tall in the temperate climate. His audio receptors picked up the soft birdsong in the air, the fluttering of leaves in the breeze, and he could hear the distant rush of water.

He found you in the centre of the open glade, sitting atop a boulder that sat on the edge of a small stream, water flowing at your feet where you sat as the Child was in your arms, cradled in your lap and loving hold. Your hair was let down, waves where you'd have braided your hair back, some of it in tangles where flowers had made a home for themselves; mist fell onto the strands, and whatever light there was in the clearing reflected off the droplets, a gentle veil of light.

Din watched you tilt back your head, look up into the sky, and breathe deeply; you exhaled, your breath turning to mist as the air cooled, and he knew it must have felt amazing. You kicked up your feet, splashing some water, and he could see your body fully relax.

You looked so...content.

His feet moved towards you, and he knew you could hear him when you turned your head to greet him. A smile as soft as a cloud graced your face, your eyes gazing at his visor in a way that sent a shiver down his spine. He came and stood close to you as you leaned back once more to look up at the overcast clouds.

The warrior looked up into the clouds, wondering if you could see something he couldn't, only to hear you breathe deeply once more, sighing. What could have made you so wistful, he wondered?

Your eyes looked up at him, pinning him to the spot with your gaze as your voice drifted to his audio receptors.

"Do you ever think of how beautiful so many of the places we visit are?" you asked, a voice as far away as other planets. Your eyes glazed over, as if distant, before continuing: "Do you ever stop and just...breathe, and live in the moment?"

This question you seemed to want an answer to. Moments passed and you continued to stare at him, waiting for an answer.

"No. I just hunt bounties, I don't have time to stop or absorb sights that aren't necessary to the hunt" he said, the modulator of his voice giving the answer a more biting tone than he'd intended.

You gave a low hum, as if disappointed, looking away from him, and for a moment he wanted to apologize; he didn't mean to take whatever joy you and the kid could find in constant travel away from you.

"Want to try now?" you offered, and he was about to turn you down and remind you there was a bounty waiting, but you seemed to beat him to the punch, saying: "It'll only take a moment, I promise". You patted the flat boulder, inviting him to sit. "I know that bounty hunting takes a lot out of you, some relaxation might do you good, Mando".

Din sighed, too exhausted to argue, not that he truly wanted to; he did need a break. He unclipped his jetpack and set it down on a smaller rock, before sitting himself on the boulder, his armoured back to you.

Getting to experience smells under the helmet wasn't easy, but this time, in a safe, open space, Din could feel the air travel under his helmet and fill his lungs with fresh oxygen, notes of flowers, rain, and water filling him up with their delicious scents. It felt...good. Better than that. He was enjoying it.

His audio receptors filled his ears with the rustle of leaves, the trickle of water, and distant birdsong, accompanied by the gentle humming of a wordless song you were giving the baby. He could physically feel himself relax, his body, his mind, his soul taking a moment of much-needed rest, his tense shoulders loosening just a tad.

He couldn't remember the last time he did something like this; maybe he'd never done it. But it was definitely worth it.

Din could feel additional weight on his back, and he knew it was you leaning back on him a bit, just a touch, as though to make sure you weren't making him uncomfortable. He leaned back as well, his head resting against your own as you both basked in the misty afternoon in the glade.

He found himself thinking about you. You've been wonderful to the child, taking to him as though he were yours. He knew you loved the baby a lot, but he wondered what you thought of him, your employer. You were kind to him, respected him and helped him whenever you could, fixing things and easing his jobs as father and hunter, but was that simply because you were hired to do it? Did you like him at all, or just tolerate him as an employer for the sake of the baby you adore? Did you consider him a friend, like he thinks of you?

A quiet plink! sounded against Din's helmet, the noise so sudden it prompted him to sit back up, unbalancing you both. You sat up as well, knowing that Mando probably had things he needed to do, and your moment was up anyway. You carefully tugged your sock on with one hand, before slipping your shoe back on, moving the baby to the crook of your neck as you worked with one hand.

A droplet landed on your head, and you understood: he wanted to go because it would rain soon. He confirmed so when he outstretched his hands for the Child, cradling him as he took him from your arms. "We need to go, it's going to rain". You agreed, nodding as you hurriedly donned your shoes.

You slipped off the rock, following Mando as he walked back towards the ship, the baby tucked into his side, enjoying his father's presence. You three walked under the canopy towards the hill where the Razor Crest sat.

"Do you feel better?" you asked him, your voice quiet, but the open space echoed towards him.

Din caught your wistful gaze as he pressed a button on his gauntlet to open up the ramp. You glanced over your shoulder towards the forest before turning back to him, you eyes seeming to want an answer.

"I did. It was...good" he found himself saying, earning another of your soft, understanding smiles that never failed to make him feel like the world was not as heavy as it felt sometimes.

He smiled back at you under the helmet as you climbed aboard after him. A gust of wind ruffled your child-mussed hair entangled with flowers as you took the child from his arms, while he set to closing the ramp.

Din found himself looking back at the forest, a drizzle of rain already falling into the glade and nearly clearing the canopy. One last drop of water hit his pauldron as the rain came, the mudhorn looking as though it were crying.

He'd be sure to return here sometime. He really did enjoy spending a moment in nature, and you...Your smile suited you, and he would do what he could to make sure you kept smiling.

[agentrouka-blog]

When lady died ghost howls loudly and even Jon feels dread. Do you think it was first time ghost howls bcoz he seems to be muted?

I am pretty sure this is not something that actually happens.

As far as I recall, this is the only reaction we get to Lady’s death from the wolves..

Bran felt all cold inside. "She lost her wolf," he said, weakly, remembering the day when four of his father's guardsmen had returned from the south with Lady's bones. Summer and Grey Wind and Shaggydog had begun to howl before they crossed the drawbridge, in voices drawn and desolate. Beneath the shadow of the First Keep was an ancient lichyard, its headstones spotted with pale lichen, where the old Kings of Winter had laid their faithful servants. It was there they buried Lady, while her brothers stalked between the graves like restless shadows. She had gone south, and only her bones had returned. 

(AGOT, Bran VI)

This is Jon and Ghost, the only time Jon thinks of Lady’s death, which is after he learns of Ned’s arrest:

The rest of the afternoon passed as if in a dream. Jon could not have said where he walked, what he did, who he spoke with. Ghost was with him, he knew that much. The silent presence of the direwolf gave him comfort. The girls do not even have that much, he thought. Their wolves might have kept them safe, but Lady is dead and Nymeria's lost, they're all alone. 

 (AGOT, Jon VII)

This is the only reaction we get from Ghost, that I remember. But it is an interesting one:

"Snow," the moon called down again, cackling. The white wolf padded along the man trail beneath the icy cliff. The taste of blood was on his tongue, and his ears rang to the song of the hundred cousins. Once they had been six, five whimpering blind in the snow beside their dead mother, sucking cool milk from her hard dead nipples whilst he crawled off alone. Four remained … and one the white wolf could no longer sense. 

(ADWD, Jon I)

This one is phrased quite (deliberately) confusingly. Is Ghost as hopeless at sums as Sansa?

Two direwolves are dead, Lady and Grey Wind, there are only four left in total, and yet he can sense four PLUS “no longer sense” one. This implies Ghost is not included in the count of four, only his siblings, and he is still sensing one dead sibling but not the other. Um..

The difference between Grey Wind and Lady is that Lady’s partner Sansa is still alive. Lady, unlike Grey Wind, is linked to the term “Shade”. 

There is reason to assume it’s Grey Wind whom Ghost can still sense.

Here’s Bran before Grey Wind is killed.  Here, too, is the four-and-one-other phrasing.

He had a pack as well, once. Five they had been, and a sixth who stood aside. Somewhere down inside him were the sounds the men had given them to tell one from the other, but it was not by their sounds he knew them. He remembered their scents, his brothers and his sisters. They all had smelled alike, had smelled of pack, but each was different too.

His angry brother with the hot green eyes was near, the prince felt, though he had not seen him for many hunts. Yet with every sun that set he grew more distant, and he had been the last. The others were far scattered, like leaves blown by the wild wind.

Sometimes he could sense them, though, as if they were still with him, only hidden from his sight by a boulder or a stand of trees. He could not smell them, nor hear their howls by night, yet he felt their presence at his back . . . all but the sister they had lost. His tail drooped when he remembered her. Four now, not five. Four and one more, the white who has no voice.

These woods belonged to them, the snowy slopes and stony hills, the great green pines and the golden leaf oaks, the rushing streams and blue lakes fringed with fingers of white frost. But his sister had left the wilds, to walk in the halls of man-rock where other hunters ruled, and once within those halls it was hard to find the path back out. The wolf prince remembered. 

(ASOS, Bran I)

Summer explicitly no longer can sense Lady. And while it can be read to mean that Lady’s Shade is down in the crypts, the halls of manrock, the halls of the kings who are gone, it might also mean that Lady resides in Sansa. Walking the halls with her.

Here you can see a lovely meta by @butterflies-dragons suggesting that Jon encounters Lady down in the crypts in a dream later in ASOS. But it might be Grey Wind.

Up above he heard drums. They are feasting in the Great Hall, but I am not welcome there. I am no Stark, and this is not my place. His crutch slipped and he fell to his knees. The crypts were growing darker. A light has gone out somewhere. "Ygritte?" he whispered. "Forgive me. Please." But it was only a direwolf, grey and ghastly, spotted with blood, his golden eyes shining sadly through the dark . . .  (ASOS, Jon VIII) 

His golden eyes. Jon doesn’t know Robb is dead by that point, but in combination with the Red Wedding-like drums, you could easily think of Grey Wind. If it is Lady who has gone to “walk the halls”, would Jon not recognize her? Her golden eyes?  

Their voices echoed through the yards and halls until the castle rang and it seemed as though some great pack of direwolves haunted Winterfell, instead of only two . . . two where there had once been six. Do they miss their brothers and sisters too? Bran wondered. Are they calling to Grey Wind and Ghost, to Nymeria and Lady's Shade? Do they want them to come home and be a pack together?  (ACOK, Bran I)

Even though Lady has been buried in the lichyard since AGOT, Bran thinks they are calling her Shade home. Implying, she is not home, implying her soul is not walking these halls. 

Where is Lady hanging out with sad golden eyes? Where Sansa is. 

"Lady," she whispered. For a moment it was as if the direwolf was there in the room, looking at her with those golden eyes, sad and knowing. She had been dreaming, she realized. Lady was with her, and they were running together, and … and … trying to remember was like trying to catch the rain with her fingers. The dream faded, and Lady was dead again. (AGOT, Sansa III)

When Sansa dreams, when Sansa contemplates death.

The fighting will be done and someone will tell me whether I'm to live or die. "Lady," she whimpered softly, wondering if she would meet her wolf again when she was dead.

Then something stirred behind her, and a hand reached out of the dark and grabbed her wrist. (ACOK, Sansa VII)

That’s the Hound, obviously, but there is something very “the undead are rising” about the phrasing. Something stirs in the dark. Ygritte’s hair and singing stirred things for Jon, btw.

We know “Ghost” is Jon’s final word after being stabbed, and he is likely to spend time in the wolf, whether he actually dies or not. We already know he feels more alive when connected to Ghost. Ghost is connected to life for Jon and Lady is connected to death for Sansa. In the middle between life and death: Ghost and Shade.

The galleys he renamed Ghost and Shade. "For I mean them to return and haunt these Yunkishmen," (ADWD, Victarion I)

It is going to be so interesting to see prevented warg Sansa, whose direwolf apparently cannot be sensed, interact with Ghost and warg Jon. Will proximity help Ghost sense Lady? Will this block hinder them from recognizing her in some way?  Will there be more identity confusion?

Errm. To get back to the original question: I think Ghost has yet to make a sound. The howling Ghost wolf Sansa hears on the descend from the Eyrie may be the only sound he ever makes: spiritual rather than physical.

[aqvarius]

HLITF: This is not the story of your first night: Soma - otona love - chapter 5 summary/translation

two chapters in one day? who is this queen of productivity?! it’s me, adhd tea, hyperfocussing on my newest obsession. if you missed it, you can find the previous chapter translated here or check my new translations page to read from the beginning. my translations masterpost is not rebloggable or mobile-friendly yet but i will update when i make one! otherwise, you can always just search the tag “summary” or “translation” on my blog or follow the links in my previous chapter posts to find the previous posts.

anyway, reading and translating this chapter today too was so worth it, because i can say for sure that this is probably the smuttiest and most explicit chapter of hlitf i’ve ever read in my entire life. it’s also a loooong one. 

here we are, in my favourite bathroom in the world. 

“mm, it smells good,” you say. you were successfully led to take a bath together and you feel so healed...

soma explains that these bath salts are supposed to be a blend of herbs that relieves fatigue. you comment that the aroma seems to be very effective. soma says that the moisturising ingredients are perfect, so your skin will be smooth. 

“my arm is caressed in the hot water, and my heart pounds a little.”

“but his hands slowly rise up and he tenderly loosens my shoulders.” 

you think “oh what, it was just a massage...” you feel relieved, but somehow also disappointed. (lmao what a thirsty girl. hlitf mc has the highest libido of any voltage mc out there.)

“but it feels good...”

soma comments that you’re pretty stiff. you reply that it feels so good you’re dizzy, so soma says “then shall we get up and wash our bodies?” as he said it, you were lifted up and your voice came out a little louder. 

“it’s embarrassing to be princess carried while naked...”

you get placed onto a bath chair. soma, crouching behind you, gets the soap and lathers it. “is he going to wash me?” you think

“um, i can wash myself,” you say, but he tells you to let him do it. he turns your body back [that had turned to him when you talked to him] and he strokes some foam down your shoulder. 

“the way he’s using his hands is a little... suspicious”

your eyes meet soma’s, who is lathering up your whole body from behind, in the mirror.

soma: “it seems that washing with bare hands is the best way to protect your skin”

slkdjf;alskjdfal ahaskjdslkjsda!!!

you agree, but say that it’s a little ticklish. he says that your blood circulation is improved when it’s like this and you’re like "ahh i wonder if that’s true...?” as you tilt your head, soma smiles.  

soma: “raise your arms a little”

“when i do as i was told, soma’s hand that was gliding wraps around my breast.”

“with a cushion of foam, he gently strokes the sensitive tip”

“my heartbeat is pounding loudly, but soma-san’s supple hands leave my chest and slide down to my stomach.”

“he washes my whole body like this, stroking me, and then finally rinses me off carefully.”

“next is shampoo,” he says and you’re like “i can wash my hair by myself!” but he says there’s no need to be reserved. so you’re like “then onegaishimasu”. he smiles at you and you decide to be honest. you think he’s being really kind today. he’s always kind, but he’s thoroughly smart. even in the bathtub, he didn’t come onto you teasingly/meanly like you thought he would. 

“what’s wrong?” soma asks. you say it’s nothing... 

lathering plenty of shampoo, soma laughs a little for some reason and you wonder what he’s smiling about.

i have to just interject here because let’s be honest, we all know soma is setting a trap. of course he’s kind and caring and loves pampering his gf but we all know our favourite high libido mc is going to crack at some point if he doesn’t make a move, and we all know that’s what he wants to happen!! i’m sure he just wants her to admit that she loves when he’s mean. 

anyway, soma, who took care of you even after bathing, rushes you into bed. he even held the dryer for you and dressed you in pyjamas... 

you’re so scared that you become exhausted? (i don’t really know what this line is supposed to mean: “怖いくらいに至れり尽くせりだったなぁ” someone help me pls)

he brushes your freshly washed hair and kisses you on the neck. 

soma: “you smell good”

“is it the same scent as soma-san?”

soma: “your scent is special”

(😍😍😍)

“[his] kiss that descended from the nape of my neck traces my collarbone and goes further down.”

he unbuttons your pyjamas, and the underwear that had just been put on is stripped off. 

soma: “you shouldn’t have put it on if it was just going to be removed immediately” 

with a soft smile, soma gently kisses the top of your chest. you moan and he presses a kiss to your lips as if to catch a small sigh that leaked from you. 

“while our hot tongues entangle with each other’s, his fingertip stimulates the tip of my chest again.”

soma gently narrows his eyes at you when you press your lips together. 

soma: “[you’re] cute”

“that’s it...?”

“he’s not saying “it’s getting hard” ... or “[you’re already] like this” ...”

 you get kind of embarrassed hearing only complimentary words. but his kisses rain down on your whole body as usual, and your body floods with heat. 

soma: “moist and smooth... is this the aroma[therapy] effect” 

he strokes your whole body with his palm and your body heats up. eventually, his hand passes over your hipbone and stops at your inner thigh. 

soma: “slowly”

“exactly as he said, his slow and supple fingers inserted into my hottest place.”

“the part that was already wet welcomed his finger without difficulty.”

(🔥🔥🔥)

while making love to you with his fingers, soma places his lips just below your navel. after feeling a tickle/tingle, a slight ache comes. you let out a small cry at the sweet ache that you’ve tasted time and time again. 

“soma-san always leaves a love mark somewhere”

“that makes me happy...”

ugaksfjlsd she’s so in love~

“as my body and mind were being filled, soma-san’s hardened part touched my lower abdomen.”

“before i knew it, he put on a condom [contraceptives] and was about to enter my ~honey jar~.”

“quickly, come on...”

okay i’m not kidding but seeing that smile after all that sexual buildup was like a shot to my heart. i need to take a quick break because ;laksjf;lskjdsl fasd

as if he heard the whisper in your heart, soma smiles quietly and sinks his hips down [into you]. 

“eh...? usually...”

“he’d ask “do you want it?”“

even though you think it seems strange, your thoughts fade away at the feeling of his hard, proud, hot mass entering you. quietly, slowly, gently moving inwards, the heat inside your core also increases. you moan his name. 

“soma-san’s passion became so hot that my inner walls clenched tightly.”

you wholeheartedly do not want to let go of your beloved person.

you apologise, saying that you just got really into [enthusiastic about] it. 

soma: “i’m happy. every time you accept me, i feel blessed.”*

*by accept, i think he means you accepting/receiving him [into your body]. the word used for blessed is shiawase, which can also mean happy/fortunate/lucky.

lskfj he’s normally so teasing but my heart races when he’s sweet too... ;~~;

you moan his name. hanging on his unusually kind words, you are swayed by his waves~ 

“it feels good but... why... why does something feel different,” you wonder.

being made love to gently, your body is burning, but something is missing. 

“is it frustrating when he’s too gentle...”

when you think about it, it was the same with dinner and the bath. 

“even in situations when he usually makes fun of me, he’s always smart...”**

**by smart, i think this means like emotionally/socially smart. btw this is reminding me exactly of one thing huedhaut once said in one of his povs (cupid lovestruck valentine, where he worries because he always tries not to take it too far when he jokes with you)

you suddenly remember when he said he would “refrain in the future”. is he keeping true to that declaration? if so... will it always be like this...? what would that be like...

“if it’s like this, it will end with incomplete combustion.”***

***i think by “incomplete combustion” she’s saying that she can’t orgasm lol?? someone let me know if this actually means something else and my mind is just in the gutter

you think that’s sad, for soma too. 

you still haven’t seen his face that smiles so happily when bothering you today. 

“that’s why... for soma-san’s sake too...”

“maybe i have to honestly say “it’s not enough/i’m not satisfied”.”

but... to say that yourself...

soma: “you’re so cute”****

****he says your name here but mine is still set to anata/you lol

as if you’re being swayed in the calm and slow waves of the sea, your heart sways too. 

“i don’t dislike gentle waves but...”

“i want to feel soma-san more...”

“i want to drown in the formidable waves that only soma-san can make...”

“more than anything, i want to see soma-san’s satisfied gaze on me as i drown.”

“because soma-san’s pleasure is also my pleasure...”

even though you’re feeling good, you bite the bullet. 

soma: “what’s wrong?”

“you’re not the usual mean/teasing soma-san...”

even the ~gentle waves~ stop completely, and he looks at you directly. you panic bc he pulls out. 

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and that’s the end of chapter 5. omg the suspense is UNREAL!! was that not the most steamy chapter of hlitf you’ve ever read?! and you know it’s only going to get better in the last chapter, when soma finally unleashes his true ijiwaru self. this chapter had my heart racing at so many points. i definitely enjoy being spoilt by soma, but more than anything i enjoy being teased by him and i think our dear mc feels the same way! something that i love is how she also prioritises his pleasure/gratification? even if it means being super embarrassed because of how mean he is, she just wants to see his absolute satisfaction. something that i realised while reading this story in japanese is that he definitely comes across as a lot meaner/more sarcastic in japanese (except for this chapter where he’s being extra gentle), even more like my eternal star-crossed lover huedhaut. 

anyway, let me know if you prefer gentle soma or mean soma! i hope you enjoyed this chapter and stay tuned for the final chapter coming tomorrow (probably)! 

i’ve also set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to recap in english!

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[solllaris]

rainy days: carlisle cullen

summary: rain is steadily falling outside whilst you and carlisle are in his office; he is working on hospital paperwork and you are reading a book, but both of you get distracted by one another.

warnings: sex innuendos, a little steaming of the windows if ya catch my drift ;) & fluff fluff fluff obvi

word count: 1,027 (super short im so sorry)

a/n: i swear i didn’t mean for this to get as steamy as it does but carlisle is a total daddy and i couldn’t help myself. btw the ending is a little iffy but i wasn’t really sure how to end it so oh well

masterlist // taglist

Carlisle’s office was your favorite place to reside. It was the only room in the home to have a window seat and it was the perfect, most serene spot to sit with a book in hand. Your fondness of the window seat heightened on days when it rained and you found yourself perched in your spot on one of those many days in Forks, Washington. 

A steady rain fell at just the right intensity, creating a soothing sound as it collided with the glass; it was tempting to let the melody lull you to a dreamless sleep, but you were too determined to finish the book in your lap. You leaned your head against the cold glass window, the cool temperature bringing with it a sense of pleasure and bid adieu to the fatigue. Your fingers fiddled with the pages and corners of the novel, a habit you had always found yourself doing whilst you read. Just as your eyes skimmed the last few words inked into the yellowing page, you grew distracted by something - or someone - in your peripheral vision.

Lifting your head a bit from the chilled glass, you glanced over to find a pair of ocher-colored eyes already settled on you. A pleasurable shiver went down your spine and red painted your cheeks, much to Carlisle’s delight. At the sight of his adoring smile, one of your own lifted the corners of your mouth a tiny bit - one of the shy grins that Carlisle found endearing. 

“What?” You inquired lightly, a small and shy smile worn on your lips. 

“I’m admiring the beautiful view.” His gaze remained steady on your flushed face; he couldn’t look away from you if he tried. 

Sucking in your cheeks to hold a smile back, you shifted closer to the window and pressed the blazing skin of your forehead against the cold glass once more. Carlisle’s figure fell into your peripherals and your gaze shifted back to the open book that rested on your thighs; you tried with all of your strength to ignore the musical laughter emitting from your left and focus on the story in front of you. The words inked onto the pages flew over your head when you attempted to read them and as you squirmed under Carlisle’s scorching gaze, he sat behind his desk with his hands clasped over his large grin in delight at his effect on you. 

Self-control had always been the one thing that Carlisle prided himself on; however, restraining his desires when it came down to you were much, much more strenuous. Not only did the blood that reddened your cheeks smell delectable, but your subtle fragrance of a warm vanilla drove the urge even deeper. His body felt as if it were pulled to yours, tethered together by an invisible string, so with impeccable grace and the agility of a cat he was up and on his feet and across the room within the blink of an eye. 

Hooking a finger onto the spine of the book crammed in your face, Carlisle gently tugged it from your grasp and dog-eared your page. Your little whine in protest as he tossed the book aside brought a smile to his face, but when his attention finally settled on you curled against the window it became a full-fledged grin. Your head was tipped all the way up to catch his eye and his hands instinctively came to rest just below your jaw, long fingers curling around the back of your neck and into your hair; you found yourself holding your breath as he lowered his lips to yours, your top lip slotting perfectly between the two of his — like two puzzle pieces coming together to complete a beautiful picture. 

In one fluid motion, Carlisle picked you up from where you sat on the window seat and your legs encircled his slender body whilst he continued to kiss you. Your fingers slid around his neck and buried themselves into his neat hair, tugging lightly to elicit a deep, husky groan into your mouth — just like you wanted. The cheek-splitting grin that slowly stretched across your face, pleased at your blatant effect on the man you were wrapped around, caused the kiss to break with a quiet little ‘pop’. 

Carlisle’s head was tilted back just slightly as you were a bit higher up than him as he held you and the look of utter adoration he was sending you was very clear. Your feet finally hit the cold hardwood floor and he promptly pulled you flush to him by your waist, that soft smile reserved just for you worn proudly on his pink lips. “Little minx,” He muttered, the timbre of his voice rough and raspy. 

You decided to be a bit mischievous and tug his blonde locks again; a low growl vibrated Carlisle’s chest against yours and when he dipped lower to brush his lips against the shell of your ear and said, “Careful, little one,” you felt a shiver ripple down your spine. 

Biting back a smile, you innocently pecked his lips once and pulled back enough to breathe normally. The entire exchange had ignited a heat inside you and even though you were only dressed in a little sundress you were still really, really hot. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You inquired innocently and fiddled with the buttons on his nice dress shirt. 

A euphonic chuckle rumbled through him and he tightened his arms around your frame, arching your back until he nearly held you up all on his own. With his nose brushing yours and a tender grin, he hummed, “I needed some of my angel’s kisses to keep me going first.”

“You’re literally a vampire, sweet,” You jokingly remind him with a laugh, though inside your tummy was completely rampant with butterflies.

“I’ll always need your kisses — no matter what, angel.”

“Well I’m really, really glad,” You whispered against his mouth.

And Carlisle wasted no time in descending his lips onto yours again. 

He had done many, many things over his thousands of years but the one thing he had done absolutely right was you. 

[hanniiesuckle17]

Human

A/n: Again not requested but I wanted to do it. Requests are open btw!

WARNINGS: swearing, bangchan being freaking swoon worthy

Member: Bangchan ft. Seungmin (and obviously a couple other members)

Summary: Your friend (we are just gonna call her Irene idfk) had this huge crush on your brother's friend, who you didn't really know that well but you were really chill with everyone and you agreed to help her. Over time you slowly inch yourselves into your brothers friend group, but what happens when feelings go different ways.

Genre: student au, school au, dancer reader!au, fluff, angst towards the end.

Get ready. This is about to be long. Part 2?

(Also I honestly should be writing my next chapter for my fic on quotev or doing hw but I'm doing this instead. Love that.)

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"He is just so cool! Why won't you help me?" Your friend Irene pleaded from her spot on your bed. I lay on my bedroom floor with my legs propped up against the wall. Her long hair fell off the side of my bed as I looked over at my bestfriend since fourth grade.

"I don't even know him!" She sighed, clearly distraught. "He's friends with your little brother, right?" I scoffed. My brother Jeongin had immediately befriended the boy whomst our conversation was about. The boy in question was a senior exchange student at our school named Bangchan, but my brother only referred to him as Chan. "How the hell am I supposed to get him to-" "I'll buy you sushi from the corner store every friday."

"Really?" I flipped over to send her an intense stare. "Really." Irene returned the look with a smile. "Every other day." She looked up in thought, probably imagining her wallet screaming. "Deal!" I scooted over and we did our bestfriend handshake.

"YAH! YANG JEONGIN!" I screamed at my little brother, causing Irene to laugh beside me. "WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?" My brother yelled from what what sounded like downstairs. I heard laughter as well which meant he probably had a couple of the boys over. I motioned for Irene to follow downstairs.

Before we could finish descending the staircase, I stopped in my tracks, causing Irene to bump into me. "Y/n what the hell-- Oh." I could practically hear the smirk in her voice. He sat in my living room looking ironically perfect. The boy who I had painstakingly had a crush on since the fourth grade. My brother sat with him and our friend Jisung on the couch. I still don't understand why he affects me this much. I hang out with him, Jisung, my brother, and our friend Felix all the time.

"Oh, hey Y/n!" Kim Seungmin said with a smile that cause his eyes to crinkle on the sides. "Uh- I- Hi!" Something about him caused me to turn from my usual cool character into a lovesick little girl. The worst part was I didn't mind. "Did you want something, noona?" My brother asked, grabbing my attention again.

"Oh. Yeah, are you guys going to practice tonight?" Seungmin, Felix, and his friend Changbin were all on the football team. The boys would go to all the games and practices to support them and occasionally I would come along (for the view). They nodded and told us they were leaving in about ten minutes. "You mind if we tag along?" Jisung quickly agreed with me and said he would drive us.

"Great! We'll be back in a sec!" I quickly shoved Irene back up the stairs and tossed her a pair of my jeans before trading out my sweatpants for another pair of denim pants. "Why are we going to the practice again?" I threw on a crop top and a light oversized jean jacket. "All of the boys go to support the team. Also I would like an excuse to stare at Seungmin without anyone finding out that I think he is hotter than Minho thinks his reflection is." She chuckled and grabbed a crop hoodie from my closet, knowing I was used to her borrowing my clothes.

The two of us rushed downstairs and got into Jisung's jeep, which he and I often went off roading in after a heavy rain. As we got out of the car, Seungmin came to walk beside me. While he had to leave to get changed, we followed the other boys up into the bleachers and to a pair of boys I vaguely recognized sitting in the middle of the risers. While my brother and Jisung sat next to them, Irene and I sat on the riser below them.

"Chan, Woojin you remember my sister." I looked at the boy my brother identified as Chan and immediately realized why Irene was so infatuated by him as he shook my hand. He was obviously older than us, most likely a fourth year, yet he had this youthful glow about him. He had a bright smile with a cute pair of dimples and fluffy dirty blonde hair. "I'm Y/n and this is my friend, Irene." He smiled at me, his dimples showing as he greeted the both of us. The six of talked as we waited for the team to come out.

"That is the worst name you could possibly have in a high school!" Bangchan laughed. "I'm not lying! My Pre-Cal teacher's name actually is Mrs. Head!" I tried to convince them through laughs that I was indeed telling the truth. "No way!" Irene wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling ear to ear. "The worst part about it is that she's a mouth breather too." With that Jisung laughed so hard he fell backwards between the riser and the ground, effectively causing his butt to become stuck. Everyone but my brother couldn't stop laughing. He just look at us in confusion.

"I don't get it." Jisung leant up about to whisper in my brother's ear. "Hey! Let's save some of his innocence." Chan breathed out between laughs. The coach's whistle sounded and the team came out. We all cheered, but the rest of the group soon went back to their conversation. I however was fixated on player number Six, Seungmin.

"Yeah! Go, Seungmin!" I shouted after he caught a pass from Changbin in a scrimmage down field. I thought I felt someone looking at me, but when I turned all I saw was Bangchan who was watching Irene and Woojin talk about choir. Shrugging it off, I went back to watching the practice.

The coach signaled the team to go in about an hour and a half later, and by then we were the only people left in the stands. My friends moved to the back of the bleachers to wait for our other friends, but I stayed and walked to the fence that lead to the field. Immediatley I spotted Seungmin as he ran towards me taking off his helmet, a huge smile across his face. "Hey, Mr. All Star." I said as he reached me, wrapping and arm around me over the waist high fence. "What's up, Twinkle Toes?"

I blushed at his nickname for me. Ever since he found out I studied ballet, he has held the only girly thing about me over my head for the past four years. I looked down as he laughed at my reaction, blush creeping to my cheeks. "Wait for me?" I nodded and he jogged off to the locker rooms.

I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I walked back to my friends. As I rounded the corner I saw Felix and Changbin were already with everyone. As soon as he saw me he screamed, "Y/N!" The blonde boy sprinted towards me, lifting me over his shoulder and spinning me in circles. "FELIX IF YOU DON'T PUT ME DOWN RIGHT FUCKING NOW I WILL SCRATCH OFF EACH OF YOUR FRECKLES WITH THE REMAINDER OF YOUR GAME CONSOLE!" He laughed, placing me with two feet on the ground.

His smile disappeared when he pulled away and saw the scowl still on my face. "Oh shit. Are you really mad at me?" I smacked him upside the head and broke into a smile. "Ehhh! I knew it! Honorary Aussie Activate!" We high fived each other and screamed, "AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI OI OI!"

Everyone except for probably Chan and Woojin ignored the two of us, used to our relationship. Soon Seungmin joined us and we all stood outside the stadium talking. With the night getting later, a cool breeze started to blow and I started to shiver. "Are you cold?" Chan asked. I shook my head no, but felt something being put around my shoulders. I turned to see Seungmin next to me wrapping his Letterman around my shoulders.

I blushed and pulled the fabric closer to my body. Far too soon, it was getting close to Jisung's curfew and he was our ride, therefore we all went our separate ways and headed home. When we dropped her off, Irene pulled me aside and said, "Do you think you could maybe hang out with Bangchan a little more and get some info for me?" I shrugged. He seemed like a pretty cool guy anyway. She smiled and kissed my cheek telling me to text her tomorrow morning.

I got back in my spot up front with Jisung and he drove us back to our house. Before I could get out of the car, Jisung stopped me. I turned to find him tapping his turned cheek. "I want a goodbye like Irene!" He whined. "You want to know how a girl kisses?" His eyes went wide for a second and then the sophomore vigorously nodded. I could see my brother shift in the backseat. I grabbed his cheek and gave it a long wet lick. "EWWWW Y/N!" He wiped his cheek with his sleeve as Jeongin and I laughed.

"Bye, Jisung!" I called back as we entered the house. Going up to my room, I changed into pjs and got ready for bed. Before I could get under the covers, my phone dinged with a notification. Picking up the device from my night stand, I opened Messenger.

UNKNOWN: hiii🙂 umm it's Chan! Ur brother gave me ur number

Y/n: Um Heyy! Why did you need my number?

Channie: Well u see I have this project for my musical composition class that deals with mixing two art forms that dont normally mix. And Jeongin told me u do ballet. I was wondering if u could help me?😅🙏

He was literally making free sushi the easiest thing ever. He would finish his project, Irene could get her info. It was a Win, Win, and Free Sushi for Y/n!

Y/n: Yeah! Sure! When do you want to meet?

Channie: Is tomorrow during eighth too soon😅

Y/n: nope! I can do that!

Channie: great! U r a life saver!

I smiled thinking this was going to be easier than I thought. I climbed into bed and looked at the Letterman on my desk. After hesitation, I got up and slipped the jacket on before climbing back into bed, and I honestly was not ashamed that I slept in that shit.

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At the beginning of eighth period the next day, I went to the room Chan texted me with my shoes in hand not knowing what to expect. To my surprise he had just asked me to meet in the choir room. Bangchan sat at the piano with a laptop sitting atop the instrument. He played a few chords and then jotted something down on a notepad next to him. "Knock, knock?" He turned at my voice and smiled, his dimples appearing in a cute way. "Look at you coming prepared, shoes and everything!" I laughed and sat next to him when he motioned me to.

"So, I kind of told you what this was about last night." The boy with messy blonde hair and headphones around his neck said. "For my senior project I wanted to try and mix a rap/hip hop/EDM track with ballet choreography. I thought that might make a really cool visual representation on what the project is about." I nodded as I followed along with the older boy's thought process.

"The problem is I am just terrible at classical music, I mean I've had classical training and I took a few ballet classes when I was young, but I just know the bare minimum and that I absolutely cannot do the splits." My mind pictured Chan in one of my classes, my instructor telling him to push his long ass legs down into the splits and I couldn't help but laugh. "Anyway, I was just hoping you could help me adjust the music so it would be easier to choreograph for ballet and maybe dance to it as well....hopefully. You want to listen?" I nodded and he took the headphones around his neck and placed them over my ears, chuckling when they fell down a little too low.

His long fingers reached over and pressed play on the laptop and a soft electronic beat filled my ears. My eyes closed as I listened to the track. It wasn't what I expected it to be based on how he described his idea. It was incredibly complex, but nonetheless pleasant to the ear. My fingers tapped out the beat on my leg and I could kind of see where he was going to add in lyrics or where he might add a bass drop, or switch to the underbelly track. When the song ended, I removed the headphones and looked at the boy next to me.

He smiled and asked if I wanted to listen to it again. I nodded and went to put on my shoes while he switched out the headphones for a wireless headset. Moving to a clear space in the room, Chan started his track again and I just let my feet do what was natural and remembered the beats that could be changed. I kept my movements small so not to go full out in the tiny space. I marked places where I thought maybe a saut de chat or lift might work. As the second bass dropped I tried doing a fuete keeping my feet en pointe and straight. I could feel Chan's eyes on me, but I focused on marking the rest of the song.

Coming down from my toes, I slid the headset from my ears and went to stand in front of the fourth year boy. "I think I can help you." He beamed up at me excited for the project ahead.

A few months had passed and I had spent most of my time with Bangchan working on his project. Most days I could be found in the choir room with him, or at his house in his makeshift recording studio (i.e. his mother's basement). I spent most of my free time with Bangchan whether we were working or not. Usually Chan and I spent free nights on his bedroom floor watching some show he found or hanging out with Jisung and Felix at the diner near my house. I hadn't heard from Irene in weeks. And to be honest, I hadn't noticed she didn't call.

Chan slowly began to replace her as my bestfriend. Nights in with her became afternoons out with him. Morning calls from Irene turned into late night calls from Chan waiting for the sun to come up. He even became my new source for Kim Seungmin problems and how to solve them.

Although, I hadn't heard from Seungmin lately either. It wasn't unusual. This time of the year he usually hid away and focused on his studies so he could still play on the team. I almost forgot what my life was like before I saw Chan every day after school.

It was the friday before the last away game for our school and I arrived early to the choir room to meet Bangchan. He texted me saying that he had almost finished the lyrics for the track so, I decided to come early and set his things up for him. His laptop was set on the piano and both our notebooks were on the bench. I rolled up the hem of my jeans and took off my sneakers. All of a sudden the door burst open and the room was filled with the sound of giggling and hushed whispers. My head shot towards the door and I froze at the sight.

"Y/n?" Seungmin pushed away the girl whose lips were attacking his neck. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen. My brain screamed for me to run, but my muscles wouldn't move. I tried to keep from bursting into tears at the sight of him with someone else. The girl turned and seeing her face felt like a thousand blows to the stomach. "Oh. Hi, Y/n." Irene.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to scream. My eyes burned as I tried to keep back the tears. Seungmin just stared at me jaw slack. Silent. I couldn't hide the pain on my face and Irene scoffed. "Please, you know he never liked you." Something about her small smile didn't allow me to turn away. "It's only fair."

I couldn't take it anymore. My bare feet pushed myself away from the room. If I didn't leave now I would be stuck there; a prisoner of my own heart and mind. I ran down the hall tears finally spilling over and clouding my vision. My body collided with someone's chest and the force sent my already shaky legs tumbling to the floor. "Y/n?" I hid my face and scrambled to my feet. Can't I just get out of here? "Wait! Y/n!" The person yelled after me.

I let my feet carry me as fast as they could, not caring where. My hands reached for the nearest door and finally found a place of solitude. I placed my hands on the wall and tried to brace my shaking hands and legs. Crying wasn't something I was ashamed of. I was just hurt and embarrassed. My chest started to feel tight and there was a pain in my forehead. I tried to focus through the tears to see I was in the empty boys locker room. With shaking hands I placed a hand on my chest as the room started to tilt and spin.

I couldn't breathe.

I stumbled through the locker room and my head started to spin. My hands found a metal knob and I desperately turned it feeling the tiniest bit of relief when the ice cold water hit my skin. The tile wall was the only thing holding me up as the freezing water drenched my hair and clothes. I couldn't stop thinking about them. What she said. How she was right. How I didn't understand. My legs finally gave out and I collapsed onto the floor trying to take deep breaths through the sobs. I clutched my head trying to relieve the pain I felt there. I wanted to scream. I wanted to keep crying but it hurt to do so. My head slowly lowered itself to my knees and I tried to make myself as small as possible. The harsh feel of the water left red marks on my skin as I tried to stifle my cries.

A pair of arms tried to wrap themselves around me, but I struggled against them shouting to leave me be. After awhile, I felt nothing. I looked up to see Bangchan sitting in front of me, letting the cold water fall onto him. His hair and shirt had already drowned in the water. He just looked at me with almost recognition through his wet blonde locks.

"Don't look at me." I managed to say through broken sobs. "Why?"He cocked his head trying to find a way to make contact with my E/c eyes. My mind struggled to find an answer that made sense.

"I-I don't want you to see me break." "Bullshit." His harsh words shocked me and made me jump back a little. He could see his outburst wasn't the right thing to do. "Y/n did you expect him to run in here and apologize for breaking your heart?"

"No, but-"

"This is what heartbreak feels like. It is a literal and figurative battle in every sense of the word. The thing is....." He struggled to find the right words, he himself knowing he could accidentally set me off in my fragile state. My body had started to shiver from the water, but my face still felt the hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

"It's not glorious. It's not beautiful, and it's definitely not heroic because we can't even save ourselves from how we feel. The thing is you are going to get your heart broken again and again and again. I can promise you that. It is the one sure thing in life. It's going to happen until you look like this."

Drops of water fell onto his skin, as he held my gaze. "One day it isn't going to hurt anymore and you will be able to wear your battles proudly on your sleeve. And it won't be because some guy came and rescued you."

He paused a moment letting me process what he said. The sound of the water hitting the tile echoed throughout the room.

"Heartbreak just means we are human."

After a couple minutes of silence I realized he was done speaking and looked up at him. All he did was gently wrap an arm around my waist and pull me into his chest. His fingers tangled themselves in my wet hair and he held me against his body, which felt safe and warm. He traced soothing patterns into the skin on my side to calm my sobs.

Bangchan didn't try to get up. He knew I wasn't ready. He simply let me sit in his arms and be human for a fleeting moment.

Part 2

Masterlist

[brokenbarnes]

No Run Today

 Title: No Run Today

Request: hey could i request a cute fluffy story carl x reader, reader becing daryls younger sister and being around carls age? this being kinda around when they are in alexandria? anyways thanks! btw, great pic of jensen ackles holding lucielle.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader

Warnings: Depressive thoughts???

A/N: So sorry this took so long! Hope you enjoy!

You always knew you had half-brothers, but until the apocalypse you had never met them. Or him.

Daryl found you, as if it was a miracle. You were raiding a grocery store when you attacked Daryl; you couldn't take any risks after those last guys... But you recognized him after a throat punch and started crying.

"Daryl Dixon?" You asked and put away your knife.

"Yeah? And you are?" Daryl asked and rubbed his throat.

"Y/N L/N, your half-sister," you replied.

"Y/N? God you're so grown up," Daryl pulled you into a hug. "Last time I saw ya, you were still in nappies."

You smiled, "where's Merle?"

His smile disappeared and he looked down, "walkers got 'em a while ago."

Okay, that hurt. You picked up your bag that you dropped and slung it over your shoulder.

"Do you have a group?" You quickly changed the subject.

"Yeah, we have a community," Daryl grunted. "Where's your group?"

"I don't have one," you replied.

"You've been on yer own this whole time?" Daryl asked and looked down at you.

"Is that bad?"

"No that's fine," he mumbled. "Let's get you home."

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After a few weeks in Alexandria, you found yourself fitting right in with Daryl's group. You especially grew close to Carl Grimes, he was about your age.

But he was also kind of distant, he had one crystal blue eye and dark brown hair that he covered with an old hat.

You liked to baby sit Judith Grimes, she was adorable but had no mother. You decided not to ask, it seemed like a sore subject. There was often a ghost name; Lori said but Carl never mentioned his mother.

But it happened to be one of those days where the both of you were off duty or it was raining so hard there was no chance in a run. In this case, it was both.

You were sitting on the couch while Judith played with her toys on the floor by your feet. Carl was in the shower while Rick and Michonne were off doing God knows what.

It was a comfy day, you could hear the heavy spring rain beating down outside and you had decided not to change out of your pajamas. It was a good day. A blanket was thrown over your lap and a rare mug of Hot Apple Cider was cradled in your hands.

“Hey, Y/N,” Carl smiled into his words as he descended down the stairs.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“What’s Judy doing?” Carl stooped down to pick her up into his arms.

“Pwayin’ wis my dollies,” she giggled and showed Carl. “Wanna play?”

“No, I’ll just watch you, okay?” Carl set her back down on her play mat. He flopped down on the couch next to you. You offered him some Apple Cider and he sipped some.

“Thanks,” he smiled.

This was an odd encounter with Carl, he usually murmured two or three words to you before moving into the next room. But you liked this, he was putting off a good vibe right now.

“Too bad we couldn’t do a run today,” Carl leaned back against the couch.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of cozy in here. You have to admit that,” you smiled over at him.

Carl paused and then smiled, “it is.”

You leaned against him slightly as you both watched Judith play with her toys. He put his arm around you and suddenly everything felt like it was in place.

“I wish I was Judith’s age,” you whispered. “All she cares about is taking naps and playing with toys.”

Carl looked down at you. “Y/N…”

“Sorry, was that too depressing?”

“A little,” Carl wrinkled his nose.

There was a moment of silence where you allowed too many thoughts. You didn’t realize that Judith was calling out your name.

“What’s up, Judy?” You asked and pulled yourself from Carl’s warm embrace.

She rubbed her eyes in a sign of being tired and it was time for a nap. You picked her up and Carl fallowed you up the stairs.

As you laid her down, Carl watched you handle her with some distance. Judith drifted off to sleep while you read her a book. Carl listened to you as well, but you were also tempted to tuck him in with some warm blankets and kiss his forehead good night.

Carl and you made eye contact, then he dropped it quickly with an un-readable look on his face.

He took your hand and pulled you into the hallway. You let go of his hand and looked up at him.

“Carl, what- “

And then he was kissing you, with your back pressed up against the wall and his hands in your hair. Every emotion that he ever felt about you was pouring into you with that one simple kiss.

You pulled away and then hurt crossed his face. “Y/N, I’m so- “

“No, listen,” you took his face in your hands. “Listen to me, hear me, Carl. It’s okay, it’s okay that you kissed me. I liked it okay, I love you.”

For once, he smiled and then kissed you again. “I love you too.”

As he did this, a thought crossed your mind. Daryl is going to kill him…

[thelegendofclarke]

In Roman mythology Janus stands for doors, beginnings, winter, journey etc. He's also double faced (Lord Slynt to the Wall, she had forgotten herself and said, "I hope the Others get him." The king had not been pleased)Janos is singularly important in Sansa&Jon's arcs He also connects them narrativly Since JonSa have a lot of parallels (arc&also personality wise) can you talk a bit Janus symbolism& what Janos Slynt mean for Jon/Sansa 1/2

2/2 Hope I made some sense (Please feel free to put on the shipper goggles) Plz give Napa a hug from me. I love your blog btw

Hey Anonny! That is so sweet, I am so flattered you like my little trash compactor of a blog :)

Ok so I ~might~ be on a bit of a different page than you with this. I definitely agree that the Janos/Janus connection and the symbolism associated with the god Janus is present in Jon’s arc. I also agree that Janos Slynt connects Jon and Sansa’s arcs (“Edd fetch me a block” makes me ~swoon~ every gd time lol). However, I don’t necessarily think that those two things are related or connected in any way, if that makes sense?

I’m going to attempt to explain myself, so hopefully it will…  

Janos Slynt/Janus and Jon Snow

So yeah, it’s like you were saying, Janus in Roman mythology is a two-faced god. Here’s what he looks like for anyone who is wondering…

Janus is the god of beginnings and transitions, gates, doors, doorways, endings, and time. He is a two-faced god because he is supposed to be looking to the future and the past. I think Janus symbolism and Janos Slynt’s execution are really important because of when and how they occur in Jon’s arc:

Janos Slynt’s execution is the in same chapter as Maester Aemon’s famous line to Jon, “kill the boy and let the man be born.”

Janos Slynt’s execution is Jon’s first execution and his first major act as Lord Commander.

“You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.“ — Maester Aemon in ADwD (Jon II)

“Kill the boy and let the man be born” kind of becomes Jon Snow’s ~mantra~ for a while after this. To me this was always the beginning of Jon Snow’s transition from a boy to a man and being Lord Commander. It seems like the beginning of a new chapter in his life. So the transition and beginnings symbolism associated with Janus makes a lot of sense here. It’s like the two-faced god is looking backward at Jon’s past and forward at his future.

I suppose there could be a similar theme in Sansa’s arc associated with Janos Slynt and Ilyn Payne beheading Ned. Her father’s death marked the clear and tragic end of Sansa’s life as she knew it, and (understandably) lead to a great deal of disillusionment:

“Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father’s head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.” — Sansa, ACoK

So I guess you could say that Janos Slynt was also associated with the end of Sansa’s childhood and one chapter of her life. But I think that connection and symbolism is much more prevalent within Jon’s arc in relation to Janos.  

Janos Slynt and Jon/Sansa

So here are those two passages that send every Jon/Sansa shippers’ heart ~*a flutter*~

Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes… — Sansa VI, AGoT

“I will not hang him,” said Jon. “Bring him here.” “Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out. The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw. — Jon II, ADwD

We already knew Jon was a hero. But here specifically, I think that this means he could be Sansa’s hero; and this is significant because Sansa no longer believes in heroes. First, Sansa has pretty much completely abandoned her beliefs in the Knights and Heroes in the songs and fairy tales of her youth, the type of knights and heroes men like Joffrey, Loras Tyrell, and Jaime Lannister were supposed to be. Secondly, her new view on what would be a “heroic act” is nothing like the jousting, hand kissing and flower tossing she used to be charmed by. In fact, her new ideas on what would be a heroic act are far more violent and gruesome, and actually pretty distinctly Northern. 

Compare Sansa’s thoughts: 

“Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head.” — Sansa VI, AGoT

to this line by Ned:

“Yet our way is the older way…we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.” — Ned Stark in AGoT (Bran I)

Ned’s beliefs in justice the “old way”/the Northern way are carried on by Robb:

Robb took the poleaxe from his hand and ordered him to step aside. “This is my work,” he said. “He dies at my word. He must die by my hand.”…“Rickard Karstark, Lord of Karhold.” Robb lifted the heavy axe with both hands. “Here in sight of gods and men, I judge you guilty of murder and high treason. In mine own name I condemn you. With mine own hand I take your life. Would you speak a final word?” “Kill me, and be cursed. You are no king of mine.” The axe crashed down. Heavy and well-honed, it killed at a single blow, but it took three to sever the man’s head from his body, and by the time it was done both living and dead were drenched in blood. Robb flung the poleaxe down in disgust, and turned wordless to the heart tree. He stood shaking with his hands half-clenched and the rain running down his cheeks. Gods forgive him, Catelyn prayed in silence. He is only a boy, and he had no other choice. —AGoT, Catelyn III

And then, instead of hanging Slynt like he had originally intended, Jon Snow does pretty much exactly what Sansa wished some hero would do:

If Slynt did not wish to go to Greyguard as its commander, he could go as its cook. It will only be a matter of time until he deserts, then. And how many others will he take with him? “—and hang him,” Jon finished.…This is wrong, Jon thought. “Stop.” Emmett turned back, frowning. “My lord?” “I will not hang him,” said Jon. “Bring him here.” “Oh, Seven save us,” he heard Bowen Marsh cry out.The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, “Edd, fetch me a block,” and unsheathed Longclaw.…“This will go easier if you stay still,” Jon Snow promised him. “Move to avoid the cut, and you will still die, but your dying will be uglier. Stretch out your neck, my lord.” The pale morning sunlight ran up and down his blade as Jon clasped the hilt of the bastard sword with both hands and raised it high. “If you have any last words, now is the time to speak them,” he said, expecting one last curse. Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at him. “Please, my lord. Mercy. I’ll … I’ll go, I will, I …” No, thought Jon. You closed that door. Longclaw descended. — Jon II, ADwD

I’m not saying that this necessarily must have romantic significance, but I really do think it’s significant. Sansa has been pretty violently disabused of all of her romantic notions and beliefs that there are Heroes or Good Men left in this world. In some cases they were quite literally beaten out of her… Jon specifically did what Sansa wished and hoped a Hero and a Good Man would do. And he is the only character in the series that will have done that heroic act. 

Jon Snow is “some hero.”

It honestly kind of reminds me of Sophie Turner’s quote about how in GoT S7 Jon will “restore Sansa’s faith in men.” If Sansa ever learns about how Jon beheaded Janos Slynt, it could help her believe in heroes again. 

[wayneooverton]

Scuba diving Milford Sound – one of New Zealand’s greatest adventures

As the first trickles of water snuck their way into my super thick wetsuit, I felt a shiver travel all the way up my spine as I bobbed on the surface. Yes, this would be the coldest water I’ve ever dived in.

Giddy with excitement, I could barely take it all in. Milford Sound, the most iconic fiord in New Zealand, was a place I had been to many times on my travels here. I’ve cruised, kayaked, flown (fixed wing and helicopter) hiked, and even driven to Milford Sound in an Aston Martin.

But yet something was missing; there was one aspect of Milford I had yet to tick off my Fiordland bucketlist: scuba diving. And I had never seen it from this perspective before, with only me head above water, looking up at the endless mountains.

Hiking the Milford Track

Flying to Milford Sound in a tiny-ass plane

Helicopter flight to Milford

Kayaking Milford Sound in the pouring rain

Girls road trip in an Aston Martin to Milford

Cruising Milford Sound (incredibly hungover on Christmas)

Choosing between Milford Sound and Doubtful Sound

Now, to be fair, I don’t think anyone comes to Milford Sound and gives one thought to getting into that water. Not even a toe.

Far from inviting, beyond its jagged beauty, the fiord actually looks a bit dark, cold, and kinda creepy (from the surface). In fact, it’s not a stretch of the imagination to picture dinosaurs living beneath the ripples. After all, this part of New Zealand was the last bastion of many creatures thought to be extinct. And by creatures I mean birds. Which, funnily enough, are related to dinosaurs.

But I seriously digress.

Guys, there are not dinosaurs in Milford Sound (wink wink).

Wracking my brain as we boated out into the middle of Milford, I truly can’t remember the first time I heard that scuba diving here was a real thing. All I can say is that for the longest time it’s been on my big New Zealand list to dive there myself.

Every time I heard whispers of how incredible the diving was there, I would make a mental note and file it away. One day I would make this a reality.

Many of my old school Wanaka friends and South Island locals have long known the wonders of diving in Fiordland, heading down on boy trips in the boats and helicopters and checking out their craypots.

While it is far from the tropical, warm dives I’d done from Bali to the Maldives to Thailand, diving in Milford Sound is not really a casual “hmm, want to go for a dip” kind of dive. You kind of really have to want to do it to make it happen. There aren’t dozens of operators elbowing each other for the opportunity to take you down beneath the sea, only one.

You have to want it.

And guys, I wanted it.

Scuba Diving in Milford Sound with Descend NZ

And that’s how I found myself using plastic bags to squeeze myself into an 8mm thick wetsuit on a beautiful summer day in Milford Sound. Why oh why did I eat that burger, fries and shake the night before?

Ok, suck it in, Liz, you can do it. Diet starts tonight.

Seriously, the thing I always hated the most about diving was the wetsuit part, and why I prefer to five in places like the Maldives where the water temp is 30 degrees celsius and as warm as a bath.

But once it was on, it was on, and we were ready to roll, piling into the back of the Descend Dive boat, and making our way out into the fiord.

I was giddy with excitement at the possibility of seeing Milford, such an iconic part of New Zealand, from an entirely new perspective. We zoomed all the way up and back down the fiord in the early morning, as potential dive sites were pointed out to us.

I’m far from an expert diver, with only my advanced open water certificate under my belt, though I had dived all over the world. It was new for me to wear such a thick wetsuit, not to mention gloves, booties and a hood, but you need it for the 14 degree water.

You also have the option of diving in a drysuit or doing a course.

Part of what makes diving in Milford so spectacular is that the water is several degrees colder on the surface, and man when you step off that boat for the first time and get a facefull of the freshwater on the surface, boy it wakes you up!

Why does that matter, enquiring minds wish to know.

Milford happens to be one of the wettest corners of New Zealand, receiving almost seven meters of rainfall every year.

As the fresh water runs down to the fiord off of the steep mountain cliffs, it is colored darkly by the tannins from the plants creating a layer of a few meters of dark freshwater on the surface. Combined with the shade created by the steep surrounding mountains, it tricks normally deep dwelling sea life into living much shallower than it normally would, like black coral. But I’ll get to that in a minute.

What is really cool as the darker freshwater on the surface is colder, and as you descend the first few meters, you can actually see a weird blurry line where it transitions into the warmer saltwater. And its fun to bob back and forth in between the layers. Or if you’re me, you hang out in these top two meters for en embarrassingly long time as you try to figure out compensating for such a buoyant wetsuit before descending further.

Wait, who peed next to me?

Nope, it’s just the temperature change.

Milford is home to some incredible cliffs to dive along, and Descend has about a dozen dive sites they regularly dive in that are incredible.

The Piopiotahi Marine Reserve in Milford Sound is incredible and one of the best places to dive and stretches for 16 kilometers along the northern side of the fiord from the town out to the Tasman Sea.

Established in 1993, it protects one of New Zealand’s most unique ecosystems.

Here seals, dolphins, sharks, rays, crays, cod, nudibranchs and all manner of creatures thrive beneath the soft waves.

As you dive you have the chance to see over 100 species of creatures, and that’s what surprised me the most. As soon as I was underwater I was blown away by the vibrancy and life beneath Milford.

Far from the gloomy atmosphere I was imagining, it was blue and colorful and alive. My old pictures here don’t do it justice. It was clear and blue, not bright but easy to see still. It wasn’t murky or gloomy at all.

We were given dive torches to use as well, and though I’ve been night diving before, this was a totally different experience.

Once I was below, following Simone, one of the owners of Descend, I was mesmerized by life I could see here, it was so much more than I imagined.

It almost looked tropical.

We descended along the walls, marveling at the biggest crayfish I’ve ever seen, bold and huge, they had no fear of us as they poked out of their dens to get a look at these bubbling black (and in my case, ungraceful) humans.

It didn’t take long for us to get a glimpse of the legendary black corals that inhabit Milford Sound.

Normally these black coral trees (which, BTW, are actually white) grow at depths of 100 meters or more, far deeper than any recreational diver like me could ever experience. But because of the dark rainwater on the surface combined with the shade from the steep mountain walls in Milford, they can be seen at much shallower depths.

At 10 meters below the surface, you begin to see this ghostly coral trees. Bright white and seemingly fragile, they grow out from the walls of the mountains, seemingly waving at you in the gentle currents.

This alone makes diving in Milford Sound worth it. Nowhere else in the world can you have this experience with black coral.

Milford has a great diversity of dive sites, with something for everyone and every level, and you can even do intro dives there or complete your courses. If I had more time, I would love to learn how to dive in a drysuit.

I’m hooked now on what chillier waters have to offer.

So mesmerized by the first experience, I almost couldn’t believe it when it was time to make our way back above the surface for our first interval.

I had withheld all liquids since the early morning in the vain hopes I wouldn’t have to pee and therefore have to pull down the wetsuit (or worse, pull it back up) but like most women I know, I was dying to go as soon as we resurfaced.

How, body, how?! I didn’t even have a coffee!

We warmed up with cookies, lunch and hot liquids, but the strong New Zealand sunshine played a big part.

As we had to wait above the sea for our surface intervals, as our body safely gets rid of the nitrogen. We then had the opportunity to get up close with one of the iconic waterfalls, swimming out to land and walking beneath the spray.

Though it wasn’t long before it was time for round two and to see what more Milford Sound had to offer us lucky few.

Around half a million people make the journey to Milford Sound when visiting New Zealand, mostly for a quick boat cruise. Few bother to stay the night, and a tiny fraction ever get a glimpse at the world beneath the water.

Plan to stay the night in Milford to avoid the altitude of going over the high alpine pass on the Milford Road back to Te Anau.

Now I can heartily say that diving in Milford Sound is one of my favorite things I’ve ever done in New Zealand.

Unique and unforgettable, I’d squeeze back into that wetsuit in a heartbeat.

Have you ever heard of diving Milford Sound? Would you do it? Share!

Many thanks to Descend for hosting me diving in Milford Sound. Like always I’m keeping it real, all opinions are my own, like you could expect less from me!

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