#same with the heart beeing returned to him. it’s not this big act of romantic love or realisation of love

[melodianaartist]

Okay i get the Howl‘s moving castle hype now. That’s an amazing movie

[taetaespeaches]

I remember you once got a question about how the couples handled being separated due to tours, so based on that, what do you think would be the first thing each couple do when the boys return from tour and how would the girls receive them? Btw I loved your last Jimin fic, it was really cute! Have a nice day :)

Hi love! Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the fic <3 I seriously love this question so much, the idea of bts coming home to you after being away for so long is just :(( soft. So I decided to turn this into a bulleted type of reaction thing, I hope you enjoy.

p.s. this is completely unedited so please forgive any errors <3 

Seokjin: 

Probably yells some dorky thing like “Honey, I’m home” when he walks into apartment

Poopsie comes running through the place and jumps into his arms almost knocking him over

She’ll tease him by asking “What did you bring me?” 

And he responds with “My handsome face” followed by a squeaky laugh

As she’s rolling her eyes but laughing because she genuinely loves his lame jokes, he finally he kisses her

She probably has a fuck ton of food prepared for him

But the food has to wait because as she goes into the kitchen to show him everything she made, he’s watching her and realizes how fucking much he’s missed this woman

Ends up hugging her really tightly and silly Jin is gone for a moment

Grateful happy Jin is here and he just wants to show his Poopsie how much he missed her and loves her

Ends up having sex in the kitchen and then eats all the food afterwards... sanitary

Yoongi:

He’s way too excited to see Kid but heaven forbid he let her know that

This honey boy probably tells Kid his flight lands later than it does and tries to sneak inside to surprise her- but in a cool way- but the door is unlocked so he ends up cursing her under his breath “how many times do I have to tell her to lock the fucking door”

She’s in the shower and he finds himself making a bee line to the bathroom

Popping his head inside, he casually scolds her as if he wasn’t gone on tour for MONTHS 

“Did you lock your door once while I was away, Kid?” 

Kid jumps and lets out a small scream of surprise before poking her head out of the shower to see Yoongi standing there with an adorable pout on his lips and fuck she missed that pout

The words “What the fuck are you doing here?” are out of her mouth before she even knows she’s saying them

And he can’t help but flash a gummy grin because it’s such a Kid thing to say 

“The door was unlocked so I thought I’d just let myself in” 

“Shut up and take your clothes off, Min” and Yoongi thinks of making a smart mouthed comment back but instead he just sheds his clothes before making his way to her 

As soon as he reaches the shower their arms are wrapped around each other and she’s kissing all over his face, giving special attention to his lips

So many I missed you’s and I love you’s

Kid probably tells him how happy she is to have him home and he just feels so comfortable and happy and fuck the dude is SO IN LOVE

And they’re naked and in the shower, so might as well fuck I guess 

Hoseok:

He’s letting Petal know the entire trip exactly where he’s at so by the time he arrives home, she’s waiting at the door

As soon as the door opens Petal is throwing herself at him and Hobi is struggling to hold all his bags as she attacks his face in kisses

As they kiss, Petal is bitching Hobi out for leaving like “I missed you so much, you’re never allowed to leave again, do you know how hard it is to be in this apartment without you?” and Hobi is giggling against her lips as he agrees to never go away again

She finally let’s him inside fully inside the apartment and they sit on the couch and Hobi talks about all sorts of stuff from tour

He’s babbling away excitedly because so much happened and all he wants to do is share it all with his favorite person (even though he already told her everything as it was happening)

Petal keeps stealing kisses as he talks and eventually he just says fuck it and pins her down on the couch

Goes from talkative and cute to heavy and sexy real fucking fast

Namjoon:

He steps inside and Daisy’s sitting on the couch reading a book and he’s like ?? that’s rather calm but ok

And she looks over the book and goes “Well hello stranger” 

And he’s like “What are you reading, Babe?” all casual as he sets his bags down at the door

And she’s like “I’m not, I’m just trying to look nonchalant” and then she throws the book over her head and it lands somewhere on the floor and Joon smiles his stunning dimply smile and runs towards her all dorky like- you know the one 

Probably dives on top of her and she’s thinking oh fuck ok dude I know you’re a child trapped in a man’s body but you’re like massive chill but she doesn’t say any of that and instead just laughs and wraps her arms and legs around him like a koala 

So much kissing

And giggling

And they have sex almost immediately 

And then afterwards they cuddle and hold each other and they just stay there for a couple hours because wow they missed each other a lot

Namjoon probably talks and talks and talks about tour and Daisy loves every second of it because he’s so happy

Jimin:

He steps inside the apartment and Dear is waiting at the kitchen island with a bottle of wine and she has a playlist of their favorite songs playing and he almost cries immediately and she’s sitting there trying to hold her own tears back

And she just says “Welcome home, my love” and he smiles at her and that at the same time they hurry toward each other and meet in the middle and they just hug for a really long time

Like one of those massive tight hugs where they’re swaying their bodies and they’re probably both tearing up and confessing how much they love and missed each other

Keep in mind tours bring out some anxiety for them for a good while because of that time Jimin kinda sorta broke up with Dear while he was on tour

Therefore, when they get reunited, it’s emotional

Probably the one couple that doesn’t have sex super soon after he arrives

Instead they do their favorite pastime- drink wine and slow dance around the apartment

He talks about tour and she listens to every word in awe

She talks about what she’s been up to and he acts as though it’s just as exciting as his tour stories because to him it actually is

They’ve both already heard all of the stories but they’re retelling them because why not

He says something like “As much as I love tour and seeing ARMY, being here with you is the best feeling in the world” 

And she’s like ok well I’m madly fucking in love with this guys and she just kisses him so goddamn passionately and then they finally get it in

Taehyung:

Look, Peaches had a plan

She was going to greet him at the door with a lingerie set on and they were going to fuck on every surface of the apartment

But his flight landed a little early and quite frankly she lost track of time anyway

She was probably cleaning and got distracted by an old photo album or some shit- you know how that goes- and all of a sudden her front door opens and she’s like “oh fuck” and looks at the lingerie set sitting on the bed like well shit because she’s just sitting on the floor of her bedroom wearing an old t-shirt from high school and sweatpants 

She calls out for him and he follows her voice and as soon as he sees her he’s just overwhelmed with emotion because PEACHES

He strides across the room as soon as she stands to greet him, he wraps his arm around her waist and kisses her so deeply and passionately that she nearly loses her balance

Pulling away to look at her, his gaze is intense as he observes her features, taking in every detail because fuck he missed her

And she’s just like “Do you know how much I missed you, Dearest?” and that has him smiling as he throws her onto the bed

And that’s when he notices the lingerie and he’s like “oh?” and she apologizes for losing track of time

And that’s when Tae finally smiles so fucking big and chuckles boyishly and her heart melts because goddammit she hasn’t seen that boxy smile or heard that adorable laugh in person in SO LONG and she pulls him into a kiss 

She promises she’ll put the lingerie on for round two and Tae is giggling as he starts taking her lounge clothes off

Because as much as he appreciates the effort and though of the lingerie, he’s just so fucking in love with Peaches and he missed her even more than he realized

Jungkook:

The man gets his damn romance movie kiss ok? ok. 

They have no chill

He texts her to let her know he just pulled up and she runs outside to greet him

As soon as he’s out of the car she’s running at him and he catches her and lifts her and kisses her deeply with her legs wrapped around his waist

Probably sets her on the hood of the car and continues kissing her for a moment

When they finally decide like hey we should go inside and stop making out in front of anyone and everyone, she insists on helping carry his bags and he’s whining about how he doesn’t need help and she’s waving him off

As soon as they’re inside, he has her pinned against the back of the door

“You’re such a brat, I told you I could handle the bags”

And she rolls her eyes and he kisses her deeply

And just as it’s getting heavy, she whispers, “I’m so happy you’re home, baby, I missed you more than I thought was even possible” 

Well shit, now Guk is S O F T and he’s pressing his forehead against hers and tears form in his eyes

They just stay like that for a moment, taking in the feeling of being together again after so long

Jungkook probably decides in that moment that he’s going to marry this woman some day because anyone who makes him feel so welcomed and loved and appreciated and comforted and happy when he gets home from tour has got to be worth spending the rest of his life with

What probably was going to be rough sex turns into the most romantic passionate sex they’ve ever fucking had

Afterwards Holly’s like “fuck, you should go on tour more often” 

and Kookie is giggling like “yeah? well too bad, good luck getting rid of me ever again” 

[ohpedromypedro]

I Love It When You Say That

A/N: @manuphantom​ wanted a second part for More Than Okay, so here it is! The well awaited part 2 she’s been looking for. 😘💕 Big thanks to @bxbyriku​ for the Spanish translations, you’re the real MVP 😩🙌🏼

word count: 5.8k (this is literally 20% plot and 80% smut, sorrynotsorry)

pairings/characters: Pedro Pascal x f!Reader, minor oc for the fic.

warnings: smut smut smut, but passionate smut. oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex with use of birth control by reader, lots of swearing, fluff if you squint

summary: no please, I suck at them

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Your coworker Zena snaps her fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality and out of your rapidly running mind.

“Huh?” You snap out of it when her hand invades your vision, looking at her with raised brows. “You said something?”

“Yeah,” she laughs, wiping down the counters by the espresso machines. “Asked what you were doing after work?”

“Oh,” you blush, shaking your head with a smile as you continue washing mugs at the sink. “I’m sorry Z, was sort of daydreaming. I...I have a date tonight.”

“You do? Who with?” She grins, leaning in close as if you’re telling her the biggest secret in the world and she’s a million percent into it.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” You laugh, playfully shoving her away.

“Try me.”

“Did I tell you what happened on my birthday several months ago?” You bite your lip, looking at her with a slight head tilt.

“Well your birthday was before you started working here, so no.” She laughs.

“Long story short, no one remembered, not even my own family, so I found myself sitting in a park miles from my apartment just crying, knees tucked to my chest and face burrowed in my arms. While I was there sitting under a tree an absolute mess, someone started talking to me, asking if I were okay and why I was crying under a tree; eventually after a few shoulder shrugs and head shakes from me in response to his questions, he asked that if he introduced himself by name would it make me feel more comfortable talking to him, so I nodded in response… Well, it was Pedro Pascal. You know, Prince Oberyn Martell from Game of Thrones?”

“Okay one, I’m sorry you had a shitty birthday,” she frowned. “And two, you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“See that’s the thing, it was shitty until by some Godly miracle Pedro Pascal happened to be in that same exact park as me and when he found out I was crying under a tree on my birthday, he went out of his way to make it better.” You bite your lip thinking about it, the smile on your face genuine. Z notices that.

“What did he do?” She asks with pure interest, occasionally glancing over at the coffee shop’s entrance for any new customers.

“Took me to dinner and a movie.”

“Cliché.”

“Yes, but it was delicious food and the movie at the drive-in was a surprise.” You smile.

“Which was?” She quirks her head in question.

“His movie, one of my faves too, Bloodsucking Bastards.” You sigh dreamily and she just laughs.

“Let me guess, he’s a vampire in this movie?”

“Head vampire,” you smirk.

“Hot.”

“Right?” You laugh softly, giving your head a shake. “But... but that’s not all.”

“Oh? You fuck him?” She asks, eyebrows raised high.

“No!” You blush, hard. “But he did kiss me… many times. And...And when he dropped me back off at my apartment after the movie, he...gave me his number.”

“To keep in touch?” She grins, looking somewhat genuinely happy for you.

“Yeah! He....he sends me good morning texts every single morning…” you bite your lip with a smile. “And tonight is I guess technically our second date since he took me out to dinner for my birthday, but...this time our date is going to be spent inside for a more private, relaxing setting.”

“That’s romantic.” She smirks, hint of a suggestive tone in her words.

“Yeah, it is.” Your cheeks couldn’t be any more hot. “It’s also our first time seeing each other since my birthday cause you know, filming and such.”

“It’s nice that he still wants to see you despite being a busy bee with acting life.”

“It’s more than nice,” you grin wide, looking at her with eyes full of genuine happiness. “It’s beyond anything I could ever ask for, he’s...he’s more than just a silly celebrity crush, you know?”

“I understand that.” Z grins. “You’ve got to actually spend time with him, he took you out for your birthday for God’s sake, so yeah I can definitely understand that you’ll feel for him as more than just that.”

“He’s the sweetest, most caring, adorkable, and handsomest man out there.”

“I bet,” she giggles, hearing the bell above the door ding to alert there’s a new customer and going over to the front counter to greet them. “Hi! Welcome to-- oh, you’re...wow… May I help you?” She looks up at the new customer awestruck, Pedro Pascal himself standing there with a cheesy grin.

“I’m here not for a coffee, thank you, but just to pick up Miss Y/N over there.” He points to where you’re still standing at the sink washing and drying the coffee mugs and spoons by hand, humming to yourself. Z smiles when she looks over at you and decides to make this a little fun before she alerts you that he’s here.

“You must be the vampire guy she was telling me about. Bloodsucking Bastards or something?” She smirks, looking up at him with a small tilt of her head. “I prefer Prince Oberyn, if I’m being honest.”

Pedro laughs softly, giving his head a shake with an amused smile. “Yes, I am that vampire guy from Bloodsucking Bastards and I am honored that you enjoyed my role as Oberyn.” His eyes flick back over to you, watching with an adoring gaze as you place the mugs and spoons back in their designated spots after drying your hands with a clean dish towel.

“I’ll let her know you’re here,” Z murmurs quietly to him, seeing in his eyes alone how much he truly feels for you.

Z goes over to you and gives your shoulder a light tap, gaining your attention immediately. She has a look in her eyes that seems both mischievous and amazed and you can’t help but give your head a curious tilt when you look up at her. What she says next has your heart thumping in your chest.

“Your vampire boyfriend is here to pick you up.”

Your gaze quickly moves to the front counter and your eyes light right up at the sight of Pedro standing there smiling at you.

“Bye,” is all you say before you pull your apron off and toss it onto the counter, quickly grabbing your purse from the small associate break room so you can meet Pedro by the front counter. “Hi,” you smile widely when you step out of the work area, allowing him to right away engulf you into a warm embrace, which you happily return.

“Hey, hermosa. Ready for our date night in?” He grins, pulling back to gaze down at you while his hands rest on your waist, the two of you completely unaware that Zena is ducking behind the counter to secretly watch your interaction. If only she had some popcorn...

“More than ready,” you whisper, yet again another blush coating your cheeks tonight. “I’ve missed…” You bite your lip and move your gaze elsewhere, too nervous to say what you want to say in case of scaring him away for being so forward.

“I missed you too,” he says it for you, reaching one of his hands up to gently brush his thumb against your cheek so he can gain your attention again, a genuine look in his eyes. “Missed that beautiful smile of yours.”

“Awwwww!” Z chimes in, the two of you breaking your gaze to see her standing at the counter with a wide smile and hand over her heart, as if in an adoring way.

“Oh shut up,” you mumble with a shy smile and Pedro only chuckles.

“Come on,” he smiles, taking one of your hands in his own and sending a small wave Zena’s way, leading you out of the shop. “Let’s get to your place for our date, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You grin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Did you want something scary or not scary?” You ask Pedro with a smile, flipping through the movie options on Netflix.

“Depends, will the answer change whether I get to hold you in my arms during the movie or not?” He inquires with a soft smile of his own while carrying the few snacks the two of you picked out together into the living room. You blush at his response, but smile up at him when he places everything down on the coffee table.

“Do you want to hold me during the movie?”

“Yes,” he states simply, but with adoration and you can’t help but grin.

“Then no, the answer will not change depending on what genre you choose.” You reach out for his hand, gently pulling him down onto the couch next to you and bringing your freehand up to gently rest against his cheek which he leans into, just staring into his eyes for a moment while you admire his company. Ever since your birthday you just can’t help but to truly appreciate Pedro Pascal more as a person and there’s so much you wish to do to pay him back as a way to show your appreciation. “I owe the world to you, Pedro Pascal.”

“You are my world.” He whispers and your face says it all, you weren’t expecting that from Pedro Pascal himself, not yet at least.

“I am?” You whisper right back, tears already welling in your eyes.

“Fate brought me into that park on your birthday, Y/N… I never quite believed in it, at least not until you.” His own freehand comes up to rest against your now damp cheek, his gaze never leaving yours as he wipes away the few tears that escape your vision. “I knew from the moment I met those tear filled eyes the first time that you were going to change the course of the rest of my life...and boy was I right. You, I just…I can’t get you out of my mind. I film scenes with many wonderful and beautiful women, but none of them occupy my mind the way you do...none of them come close to you, your courage, your passion... I think about you and that bright smile of yours, that adorable genuine laugh that brought so much joy to my heart and ears when we watched Bloodsucking Bastards, your cute little giggles when something I said amused you and those eyes...like gazing into a whole new and beautiful galaxy. Such beauty, everything about you...”

You’re stunned, absolutely stunned. Your gaze is soft, but wide and full of adoration. This man who you’ve grown to love over the years because of his incredible acting skills and his downright glowing personality, is practically confessing his love to you without actually using the term, yet. You’re at a loss for words, unable to even comprehend any to begin with, so you respond by leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of your emotion into it. Pedro’s response is immediate, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest while kissing you with as much fervor in return. After a few long moments, the two of you pull back to catch your breath and he lets his forehead press to yours with a wide smile.

“I definitely missed your lips too… Such beautiful, kissable lips,” He murmurs, smiling when he hears your giggle.

“Ditto, mister.” You smile, moving your fingers to gently card through his hair. “I didn’t realize you felt so strongly for me…”

“Love is the only term that comes to mind when I look at you.” He pulls you against his chest with a soft murmur, sitting you sideways on his lap and moving to press his lips to your forehead.

“I…” You bite your lip softly, looking up at him as he cradles you against him. “I love you too.” You whisper, judging by his wide grin that he was hoping you’d say that.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he hums softly, moving to give you one more deep kiss while holding you tighter against him.

Your arms move to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself up further where your faces are level with one another and letting out a content sigh when one of his hands instinctively grabs you by the leg and pulls it over his lap so that you’re comfortably straddling him. His other hand moves to hold you by the waist as the two of you momentarily get lost in your heated kiss, your lips molded against one another’s like the perfect puzzle pieces. You’ve never had a kiss this real before or one as passionate and full of love; everything about this moment screams that this is it, this is what life’s intentions are for you.

After several minutes of slow, passionate kissing and allowing your hands to freely explore one another, you pull back to breathe again, moving your hands to cup his face.

“I wish to show you how much I love and appreciate everything about you, Pedro…” You murmur quietly, moving your hands to gently rub circles along his chest. He hums at the soothing sensation, looking up at you while his hands stay seated on your waist.

“How so?” He muses, rubbing his thumbs into your sides and smiling at the way you melt into the feeling.

“With my lips,” you sigh contentedly, studying the way Pedro’s eyes light up with blown pupils at the mention of your lips being how you’ll show your love and appreciation. You smile. “I want to kiss every inch, crevice and curve of your perfectly toned skin, kiss every one of your cute little tattoos to mark my admiration for each of them and how they’re a part of what makes you you.” 

Pedro doesn’t let you speak another word, only presses another kiss to your lips while shifting to stand up from the couch with your legs wrapped firm around his waist. “Which way to your bedroom, hermosa?” 

“Second door down the hall on the right.” You breathe, carding your fingers through his hair and kissing him once more before dipping your head to start kissing along his jawline toward his neck while he walks the two of you toward your bedroom. His low groan makes you smile and urges you to leave a playful nip to one of his throat’s sensitive areas before finishing with a gentle kiss.

“Mmmm you’re a dream come true.” He sighs, opening the door of your room with a quick gentle kick of his foot against the bottom corner.

“That would be you, mister.” You giggle softly, grinning when he drops you onto your bed after getting the door kicked open and closed and moving to lay comfortably before him.

“Me? I’m just Pedro Pascal.” He chuckles, climbing his way up and along the bed until he’s hovering face to face with you, his lips finding his way to the curve of your jaw now.

“You’re more than that,” you say breathlessly, moving your fingers into his hair again. “You’re more than just the sum of what Hollywood makes you out to be… I love you for who you show me when we’re together, not only for what Hollywood shows. You are more than just Pedro Pascal the actor, you are José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, the man I shamelessly fell even harder for after he saved my birthday from being the absolute worst one to ever happen to me.”

“You deserved every minute of what I did for you,” he murmurs against your skin, pulling back to gaze down at you with admiration. “I appreciate everything you say to and about me, hermosa. Every word.”

“I mean every one and I will always stand by them.” You whisper with reassurance, your lips finding his once more. “Now please, let’s prove to each other how true our words are?”

“Yes,��� he smiles, moving away so he can rub his hands up and along your sides. “And you’re sure you’re ready for a step this big?”

“Yes,” you breathe, grabbing his hands and lowering them toward the hem of the comfortable sweatpants you changed into after arriving home from work, your eyes showing how ready you really are. “Please.”

Pedro smiles and nods immediately, lightly gripping the hem of your sweats and pulling them down and off your ankles, leaving you in just your black laced panties you wear beneath. His hands go for your cotton t-shirt next, sitting up a bit so you can help him to get it pulled up and over your head, a blush burning at your cheeks as his gaze takes in your form laid out for him, your matching bra and panties a pleasing sight to his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful…” He muses in a gentle tone of voice, gliding his hands along your soft skin and smiling when goosebumps start erupting from his touch. “Your body reacts so naturally to me…” He leans forward to kiss from the edge of your shoulder toward your neck where he nuzzles his face against it, his lips and teeth eliciting soft gasps from you.

“Pedro…” You tilt your head, your fingers once again brushing through his dark locks.

“Hmm?” He hums in an inquiring tone, moving his lips from your neck down to your chest to start kissing at the swell of your breasts.

“Oh…” A soft moan escapes your lips when he reaches your breasts, your fingers giving a light clench in his hair. “Please,” you whimper softly, using your freehand to start tugging on his own shirt, which he immediately leans back so he can help you pull it off and toss it to the side. Your hands go for his pants next, getting the button undone and watching as he momentarily moves to the edge of the bed to kick them off and let them join his shirt, now only in his boxers as he climbs right back over you.

“Better?” He chuckles, letting his hands gently roam along each inch of your skin they can reach.

“Almost,” you murmur, shifting your positions in a quick blink of an eye so he’s now laid against the pillows and you’re straddling him by the waist, your hands tracing over each inch of his sun-kissed chest. “Now it’s better.” You smile down at him before starting to trail kisses along his skin the way he did you, starting from his lips and working your way from his neck, along his shoulders, down his chest and over every inch of his stomach.

“Bebita…” He sighs pleasantly, watching you shower him with love and affection with that pretty mouth of yours.

You have him speechless from the way your lips move over every inch of his skin that you can reach in your current position, him wanting so badly to have his hands on you in some way, but enjoying too much of the attention you’re so willingly giving him. It’s something he doesn’t receive very often and he doesn’t have the heart or even want to stop you from doing it. When you start kissing down the center of his stomach toward the waistband of his boxers, his breath hitches and you can only smirk at the small sound when it escapes him.

You look up at him through your lashes as your mouth hovers just over his clothed cock, your warm breath hitting his hardening length through the thin fabric of his boxers and making him visibly shiver. You smile this time and lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his twitching member as your actions cause him to grow harder. Your gaze is trained on the obvious size of him beneath his boxers and you can feel your cheeks burning again knowing you finally get to feel and experience what you’ve only gotten to think or dream about before you met him. You’ve always had a hunch that he’s an endowed man, pictures are obvious evidence of that, but seeing it for yourself in this moment for the first time has you wetter than a waterfall.

You gaze up at him when your fingers reach for the waistband of his boxers, your eyes asking for permission before pulling them off, even though you already can tell he wants them gone. With a quick nod of his head and a gentle brush of his thumb against your cheek, you quickly slide his boxers from around his waist, your cheeks even hotter now as his entire length springs free. You feel your mouth water at the sight of him, immediately dropping your head to kiss at the base of cock before trailing your tongue along the entire underside of his shaft.

“Fuck,” Pedro gasps, his eyes wide and lust blown as he watches you work your tongue along his length. When you stop at his swollen, precum leaking head to swirl your tongue in circles and collect the few beads of cum dripping from him, he lets out a deep groan, his fingers moving right into your hair. “Bebita…”

“Hmmm?” You repeat the hum he made at you minutes earlier, smirking when you take his tip into your mouth and suck on it as if it’s a lollipop.

“Oh bebita, your mouth feels so good.” He breathes, moving his fingers through your hair toward the back of your head and choking on air when you suddenly hollow your cheeks and take him further into your mouth and down your throat, your fingers wrapped around the base of his length to hold what you can’t reach just yet. “Holy fucking shit,” he groans louder this time, his hips bucking up into your mouth.

“Mmm…” You hum around him in response, swirling your tongue a few times before pulling back almost completely then taking him right back into and down your throat, gagging a bit the deeper he goes.

You repeat your actions several times, breathing through your nose with every bob of your head and letting out a deep moan when you take the entirety of his length down your throat, your nose pressed right against his pubic area.

“Jesus, bebita, if you keep that up I’m gonna cum and I’m not ready to cum yet.” He groans, clutching his fingers in your hair. He watches as you slowly pull off his cock, your lips swollen and eyes glossy when you gaze up at him.

“Sorry,” you bite your lip, moving back up his body to press a deep kiss to his lips, gasping when he has you flipped onto your back and pinned to your bed beneath him.

“It’s okay, but now it’s my turn.” He smirks, kissing and making his way down your body until his face is level with your clothed core, his fingers massaging into your thighs before curling around the waistband of your panties and slowly pulling them down, revealing your pretty dripping folds for him. “Fuck… What a pretty little pussy you have, bebita.”

Pedro dives right in, doesn’t even give you a chance to say a word before he starts swirling his tongue in circles around your clit and sucking it into his mouth. Your moans are instantaneous and he hums as he pushes his tongue right into your aching heat, groan rumbling through his chest when he tastes the sweet juices of your pussy.

“You taste so good, bebita… I desire to wake you up like this every morning...” He muses as he gives his lips a small lick, going right back to sucking at your clit and slowly easing two of his fingers inside of you, giving them a few small scissoring motions.

“Oh Pedro. Please,” you gasp, cheeks burning again at his words, wishing you could wake up to this every morning like he desires. If that’s what he wants then he can have it.

“Mmmm yeah? Is that what you want too, bebita?” He rasps, moving his fingers in and out of you while gently curling them against your spongy walls, humming and sucking your clit back into his mouth.

“Mmm oh yes,” you moan out, giving your walls a squeeze around his perfect fingers and bucking your hips against them and his tongue. “F-fuck, please don’t stop!” You plead with a soft cry, dropping your hand to card your fingers through his hair as he pleasures you with his mouth and fingers.

“I won’t,” he murmurs, picking up the pace of his fingers and curling them right against your sweet spot, lapping and sucking at your clit to coax you toward that high slowly burning inside you.

“Just like that!” You gasp, squeezing around his fingers again and giving his hair a gentle tug. “Oh fuck it feels so good.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, hermosa?” He coos, repeating his actions and earning himself another soft cry from you.

“Yes! ’m s-so close already, oh please don’t stop!”

“I won’t,” he reminds you with a small smirk, continuing his licks and sucks on your clit and the rapid thrusts of his fingers against that same spot inside you until you’re finally coming undone for him.

“Oh Pedro!” You cum the moment your walls clamp down around his fingers when his pace quickens, soft wails of pleasure leaving your lips the longer he gives your clit harsh sucks to extend the high of your orgasm even more. “Fuck! Yes!”

“Mmmm.” He groans against your folds, lapping up every drop of your release while his fingers give one more curl inside you. “You taste so good, hermosa. I could feast on you for hours.”

“I need you,” you murmur with a soft pant, your fingers loosening in his hair. “Please.”

“Bebita…” Pedro coos, pulling his fingers from inside you and slowly making his way back up toward your face, leaving a gentle trail of kisses in his wake. “Tell me what you need.” He murmurs, pulling you forward off the bed and pressing his lips to your shoulders to leave a trail of soft kisses while his hands reach around to unclasp your bra. 

“I need you inside me, please. I...I want you to take what’s yours,” you plead with wide doe eyes, sighing in content at the feel of his lips kissing further along your skin after getting your bra pulled off and thrown to your bedroom floor.

“Yeah?” He grins, gently pushing you to lay back again while moving to press a deep kiss to your lips, settling between your legs with a low hum. “That all?” He smirks, hint of a tease in his tone as he kisses down your chin and toward your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and giving it a soothing suck.

“Mmm I want--” you moan, moving your fingers into his hair again after he takes your other nipple in his mouth and sucks the way he did the first time. “--your big cock, please… Want to feel how w-wide you stretch my tight little pussy and n-no condom either, I’m on-- fuck, I’m on birth control.”

“Joder, nena. ¿Dónde estuviste toda mi vida?” He groans deeply, moving back up to kiss your lips deeply while pressing the head of his cock at your entrance. “Are you ready for me, bebita?” translation: fuck baby, where have you been all my life?

“Yes,” you whisper, wrapping your legs firm around his waist when he starts to slowly push his hips forward, allowing your warm walls to swallow up his cockhead and the first few inches of his length. Your head tilts back with parted lips as he slowly fills you, finally letting out the loud moan building in your throat when he finishes burying himself to the hilt inside of you. “Oh Pedro...”

“Fuck you’re so tight, bebita.” Pedro hisses, giving your walls time to adjust to the burning stretch of his cock before starting his movements. Pressing his lips to yours once more after a few moments of letting you adjust, he slowly pulls his hips back, the two of you moaning in unison. “You feel so good, hermosa…” He murmurs into the kiss, one of his hands holding your right arm above your head while the other cups your cheek, pushing himself back inside of you with a deep groan.

“Oh yes, you stretch m-me so well…” You moan along with him, your hand in his hair pulling him further into the kiss as you start rocking yourself against him. “P-Please make love to me, baby.”

“Joder, te amo.” He groans, bringing both of his arms over to rest on each side of your head while slowly pulling his hips back again, pressing a deeper kiss to your lips and with more fervor than you’ve ever experienced when he pushes right back in, repeating the slow motions of his previous thrust.

“Te amo, Pedro…” You murmur into the kiss, both your arms now slipped around his neck and holding him close against your chest while he repeatedly makes his slow back and forth thrusts inside of you. “Oh g-god, baby...”

“‘m not gonna last long, bebita… Fuck, you feel better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.” He buries his face against the crook of your neck with a groan, leaving chaste kisses as he lovingly fucks into you.

“Mmmm f-faster, please.” You moan, tilting your head sideways to give him better access to your neck while he kisses your sensitive skin, biting your lip at the groan that leaves his throat from your request before he starts picking up his pace. “Y-yes, like that, oh please don’t stop!”

“I love it when you say that,” he groans more, thrusting as deep as he can go with every gradual increase in his pace. “You love how good I make you feel, huh bebita? Finally get to feel the things you could only ever fantasize or dream about?”

“Mmmm yes!” You admit without shame, your eyes rolling back the faster and deeper he sends his cock inside of you, squeezing your legs tighter around his middle so your heels are pressing into his lower back. “E-Everything I’ve ever dr-dreamed it to be, oh god Pedro!”

“I love the sounds you make for me, bebita… Your beautiful moans and cries of my name…like music to my ears, music I wish to hear and cherish for the rest of my existence.” He murmurs tenderly while pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, pulling back so he can gaze down at you as he gives your breasts a gentle caress and squeeze, continuing his deep and fast thrusts.

“I want...it too, I-- Oh…” You moan again, arching your back into his touch to your breasts and pressing your ankles hard against his ass, simultaneously pushing him even deeper inside of you. “Oh right there.” You groan, your fists balled up in the sheets.

“Fuck,” he grunts in response to the way you push him deeper into your warm center, his immediate reaction being to hit that same spot over and over again, both of you groaning at how great it feels. “Right here?” He grins, gently tweaking your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Yeah!” You gasp, rocking your hips against his own to match his forward thrusts into you, your head thrown back as a soft, deeper moan escapes your open mouth. “I’m gonna cum, oh god I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum with me, bebita.” He groans, leaning down again to kiss you with extreme fervor, one of his hands dropped so he can rub quick circles on your clit, eliciting a cry from you at the sudden attention to your bundle of nerves.

You kiss him harder now, throwing your arms around his neck again and hugging him closer as he coaxes the two of you toward your rising climaxes, your walls fluttering around him with his every thrust. “I’m so close I’m so close I’m so close!” You whine and with one hard thrust right against your cervix and a few more rubs to your clit, Pedro has you coming undone beneath him, your walls clamped down around him as you cum hard and in turn trigger his own release, your body trembling in his embrace as your orgasm rips through you. “Oh yes!”

“Joder bebita,” he moans as he fills you, burying his face in the crook of your neck while he continues his thrusts, still aiming for your deepest areas to help ride both of you through your highs. 

“Oh Pedro, I--” You groan softly, fisting your fingers in his hair at his continued thrusts into you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “--fuck!”

You’re the one left speechless now by how mind blowing sex with this man is, how intimate and passionate he is as he makes love to you and how verbal he can be, the Spanish spoken words and phrases the cherry on top of it all. You just can’t believe how lucky you are to have someone to love you like this, so intimately, and you’re even more blessed that it’s Pedro Pascal himself.

The two of you are panting by the time Pedro pulls out of you, his forehead gently resting against your shoulder while you both catch your breath, unable to contain the smiles wide on your faces. If you were able to read minds, Pedro’s thoughts would for sure make that smile wider and even your cheeks a lot hotter.

“Wow…” You breathe, lightly scratching your nails at the nape of his neck. “That was…”

“Everything you’ve ever dreamed it to be?” He teases, lifting his head to give you a playful smirk.

“Yes,” you giggle, leaning forward to capture his lips for a deep kiss. “I love you, Pedro…”

“Te quiero más que a nada en el mundo.” He murmurs against your parted lips, slowly pulling back and giving your thighs a firm massage. “Now wait right here for me, okay?” translation: I love you more than anything in the entire world.

“Where’re you going?” You pout and he just chuckles.

“Bathroom.”

“S’right there,” you point to the bathroom just off your room and again he chuckles.

“I’ve noticed, hermosa.”

Pedro gives you one more kiss before carefully moving off of you and heading to the bathroom to grab a nice warm wet washcloth to clean you with, giving himself a quick wipe down with a cloth of his own before rejoining you in the bedroom.

You smile when you see him reappear out of the bathroom, gaze landing on the washcloth in his hand and you become flustered at the thought of him tenderly cleaning you up after making love to you. He smiles down at you as he climbs back on the bed, taking the warm cloth and washing your sensitive area as gentle as possible, being sure to get your thighs too. You sigh softly.

“I’ll miss this while you’re away...”

“Miss it? I’m taking you with me.”

Other translations:

bebita: baby, hermosa: beautiful, joder: fuck, te amo: I love you (duh)

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☁️💫 The little things you do- Miya Osamu x Reader ☁️💫

Y/n loves Osamu with her whole heart. He is always there for her, even at her lowest. He always knows how to comfort the girl and he never complained once because she would do the same too.

It was 8 a.m. and Y/n was still sound asleep. Osamu got up and placed a gentle kiss on Y/n's forehead, admiring his lover's face. She looked so adorable! Although Y/n would say she looked like a mess, Osamu would always say she was Miss Universe to him.

Even with dried up drool on the corner of her lips and a mess bed head, Osamu still found her glorious. Osamu tried to get out of the bed as quietly as possible, without waking Y/n up. He slid out and bee-lined to the kitchen.

He got two glasses of water and placed one on Y/n's bedside table. Then, he kissed her once more and went back to the kitchen to start on breakfast.

"What should I make?" Osamu asked himself. He scratched his head and thought about it for awhile. Then, he remembered that Y/n loves to eat ( favourite food ) so he decided to make that as a treat for Y/n.

~ a few minutes later ~

Y/n woke up to the delicious scent coming from the kitchen. Y/n saw her wonderful fiancé in a "kiss the chef" apron and chuckled to herself. What a cutie! Y/n tip toed to get behind Osamu and tightly hugged the man.

"Good morning Darling~" Y/n said as she nuzzled her face in the crook his neck. "Mornin' babe, makin' your favourite food, just for you." Osamu says as he pats her head.

Y/n smiles, "I'd give you a kiss but my breath is horrible." Osamu chortled at her words, "I don't mind the breath, I'd never deline a kiss from you." Y/n shot back, "I don't want you to smell it! It's nasty babe." Osamu snickered and placed a kiss on her forehead, "you do you babe, brush your teeth and come back with a kiss." Osamu puckered his lips, making kissy noises and Y/n laughed hysterically.

Y/n went to the bathroom to freshen up and by the time she was done, breakfast was done! Y/n kept her promise and kissed her dearly beloved on the cheek. "Thanks for coking 'Samu, your always feeding me well." Y/n says and starts to dig in.

Osamu smiled with satisfaction, "It's the least I could do for ya'." Y/n shook her head in disagreement, "no babe, it's more than enough." Y/n smiled at him once more and she just felt so grateful that she had him.

They both ate away happily, chatting about random stuff and what they wanted to do after breakfast. After finishing up, Y/n decided to do the dishes because it wouldn't be fair if Osamu did more work. She collected all the nasty dishes and got to work.

While she was washing up the dirty plates, Osamu couldn't help but to soften up looking at her. Y/n had always been supporting him ever since he opened Onigiri MIya and she was there in ever step of the way. Y/n had been there through thick and thin and he's forever grateful to have an amazing woman like her in his life.

Y/n noticed him staring, " 'Samu you creep watcha starin' at?" Osamu replied lovingly, "you." Y/n's heart melted. She has known him for forever at this point and yet, he was still able to make her heart flutter. "Hehe you're so cute babe, I love you." Y/n says, filled with love.

Osamu imitated her voice, mocking the girl, "Hehe, don't act cute babe. It's cheesey." Y/n had a deadpan expression, " 'Samu I was tryna be nice-" " Y/n I-I love you too." Osamu said feeling a little guilty. Y/n smirked, "Sorry 'Samu I think you s-stuttered there. Could ya' repeat for me."

Osamu pecked her cheek, "I love you too." Y/n was in awe and hugged him tightly, "sorry for insulting you just now, for some reason I feel super guilty." Osamu laughed, "it's fine. I'd make fun of me too."

The two took their showers and decided to go for a walk at the park. ( a/n: I included the shower part cuz I feel weird not showering HAHAHA )

~ timeskip to when they get to the park! ~

The two, hand in hand, walking together under the big blue sky. "Ne Y/n?" Osamu asks. "Wassup?" Y/n replies. "What do you love most about me?" Osamu cheekily asks. Y/n paused for a while, wondering what she should answer.

"I love everything about you 'Samu, but I really love the little things you do for me." Y/n smiles as she looks into her lover's eyes. Y/n felt so happy around the man, he accepted every part of her, even if it was weird or gross. Yes he did judge at first, but those were the things he loved about you too.

Y/n continues, "I love that you always clean the house whenever I'm still at work even though you're tired from your own job. I love that you always leave a glass of water on my bedside table for me and I love the little forehead kisses you leave for me."

Osamu blushed hard, he didn't expect Y/n to notice all the little things he did for her. Osamu opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He honestly didn't know what to reply her with. He was just so appreciative of the girl, she noticed the litte things that are quite insignifcant for him, yet for her, she was still grateful.

Osamu wrapped his arms around her waist and hid his face in the crook of Y/n's neck. His face still flushed from her words, he was embarassed to show his face to her. Y/n took a deep breath, taking in his scent, he smelled really musky, something so strong and hard to miss, yet so sweet. Just like the man himself.

"I love you dorky." Y/n says as she wraps her arms around his neck, returning the hug. "I know I'm not romantic and I can't express my feelings as well as others but thank you for sticking with me Y/n, I love you." Osamu confessed.

Y/n felt like crying right now, it's true, she stuck by him through it all. Y/n can't imagine a life without him. Who would make her food? Or kiss her good morning? Or tell her to have a good day at work? Y/n kissed the cheek of her lover and whispered sweet nothings to him, to be honest, she didn't know what to say to the man.

"I love you too." She finally said. Y/n pulled back from the hug and placed a hand on Osamu's cheek. She admired his features and was in awe, she was so lucky to have a man like him. Osamu gently placed his hand on Y/n's and brought it to his lips to kiss it. What a cheesey couple~

The two just continued walking together hand in hand, what a beautiful day to be with your lover.

" 'Samu, thanks for the little thing you do for me."

"Anything for you my angel."

[silent-era-of-cinema]

John Gilbert (born John Cecil Pringle; July 10, 1897 – January 9, 1936) was an American actor, screenwriter and director. He rose to fame during the silent film era and became a popular leading man known as "The Great Lover". His legendary breakthrough came in 1925 with his starring roles in The Merry Widow and The Big Parade. At the height of his career, Gilbert rivaled Rudolph Valentino as a box office draw.

Gilbert's career declined precipitously when silent pictures gave way to talkies. Though Gilbert was often cited as one of the high-profile examples of an actor who was unsuccessful in making the transition to sound films, his decline as a star had far more to do with studio politics and money than with the sound of his screen voice, which was rich and distinctive.

Born John Cecil Pringle in Logan, Utah, to stock-company actor parents, John Pringle (1865–1929) and Ida Apperly Gilbert (1877–1913), he struggled through a childhood of abuse and neglect, with his family moving frequently and young "Jack" having to attend assorted schools throughout the United States. When his family finally settled in California, he attended Hitchcock Military Academy in San Rafael. After he left school, Gilbert worked as a rubber goods salesman in San Francisco, then performed with the Baker Stock Company in Portland, Oregon, in 1914. He subsequently found work the following year as a stage manager in another stock company in Spokane, Washington, but he soon lost that job when the company went out of business.

After losing his stage job in 1915, Gilbert decided to try screen acting, and he quickly gained work as a film extra through Herschell Mayall. Gilbert first appeared in The Mother Instinct (1915), a short directed by Wilfred Lucas. He then found work as an extra with the Thomas Ince Studios in productions such as The Coward (1915), Aloha Oe (1915), Civilization (1915), The Last Act (1916), and William Hart's Hell's Hinges (1916).

During his initial years in films, Gilbert also performed in releases by Kay-Bee Company such as Matrimony (1915), The Corner (1915), Eye of the Night (1916), and Bullets and Brown Eyes (1916). His first major costarring role was as Willie Hudson in The Apostle of Vengeance, also with William S. Hart.[6] Viewed by studio executives as a promising but still "juvenile" actor at this stage of his career, Gilbert's contract salary was $40 a week ($940 today), fairly ample pay for most American workers in the early 1900s.[7] Gilbert continued to get more substantial parts at Kay-Bee, which billed him as "Jack Gilbert" in The Aryan (1916), The Phantom (1916), Shell 43 (1916), The Sin Ye Do (1917), The Weaker Sex (1917), and The Bride of Hate (1917). His first true leading role was in Princess of the Dark (1917) with Enid Bennett, but the film was not a big success and he went back to supporting roles in The Dark Road (1917), Happiness (1917), The Millionaire Vagrant (1917), and The Hater of Men (1917).

Gilbert went over to Triangle Films where he was in The Mother Instinct (1917), Golden Rule Kate (1917), The Devil Dodger (1917) (second billed), Up or Down? (1917), and Nancy Comes Home (1918). For Paralta Plays, Gilbert did Shackled (1918), One Dollar Bid (1918), and Wedlock (1918) and More Trouble (1918) for Anderson, but the company went bankrupt.[7] He also was cast in Doing Their Bit (1918) at Fox and then returned to Triangle for The Mask (1918). Gilbert also did Three X Gordon (1918) for Jesse Hampton, The Dawn of Understanding (1918), The White Heather (1919) for Maurice Tourneur, The Busher (1919) for Thomas Ince, The Man Beneath for Haworth, A Little Brother of the Rich (1919) for Universal, The Red Viper (1919) for Tyrad, For a Woman's Honor (1919) for Jess Hampton, Widow by Proxy (1919) for Paramount, Heart o' the Hills (1919) for Mary Pickford, and Should a Woman Tell? (1919) for Screen Classics.

Maurice Tourneur signed him to a contract to both write and act in films. Gilbert performed in and co-wrote The White Circle (1920), The Great Redeemer (1921), and Deep Waters (1921). As a writer only, he worked on The Bait (1921), which starred and was produced by Hope Hampton. For Hampton, Gilbert wrote and directed as well, but he did not appear in Love's Penalty (1921).

In 1921, Gilbert signed a three-year contract with Fox Film Corporation, which subsequently cast him in romantic leading roles and promoted him now as "John Gilbert". The actor's first starring part for the studio was in Shame (1921).[10] He followed it with leading roles in Arabian Love (1922), Gleam O'Dawn (1922), The Yellow Stain (1922), Honor First (1922), Monte Cristo (1922), Calvert's Valley (1922), The Love Gambler (1922), and A California Romance (1922). Many of the scenarios for these films were written by Jules Furthman.

Gilbert returned temporarily to Tourneur to costar with Lon Chaney in While Paris Sleeps (1923). Back at Fox, he starred in Truxton King (1923), Madness of Youth (1923), St. Elmo (1923), and The Exiles (1923). The same year he starred in Cameo Kirby (1923), directed by John Ford, co starring Jean Arthur. He went into The Wolf Man (1923) with Norma Shearer, not a horror film, but the story of a man who believes he murdered his fiancée's brother while drunk. Gilbert also performed in his last films for Fox in 1924, including Just Off Broadway, A Man's Mate, The Lone Chance, and Romance Ranch.

Under the auspices of movie producer Irving Thalberg, Gilbert obtained a release from his Fox contract and moved to MGM, where he became a full-fledged star cast in major productions. First starring in His Hour (1924) directed by King Vidor and written by Elinor Glyn his film career entered its ascendancy. He followed this success with He Who Gets Slapped (1924) co-starring Chaney and Shearer and directed by Victor Sjöström; The Snob (1924) with Shearer; The Wife of the Centaur (1924) for Vidor.

The next year, Gilbert would star in two of MGM's most critically acclaimed and popular film productions of the silent era: Erich von Stroheim's The Merry Widow and King Vidor's The Big Parade.

Gilbert was assigned to star in Erich von Stroheim's The Merry Widow by Irving Thalberg, over the objections of the Austrian-American director. Von Stroheim expressed his displeasure bluntly to his leading man: "Gilbert, I am forced to use you in my picture. I do not want you, but the decision was not in my hands. I assure you I will do everything in my power to make you comfortable." Gilbert, mortified, soon stalked off the set in a rage, tearing off his costume. Von Stroheim followed him to his dressing room and apologized. The two agreed to share a drink. Then Gilbert apologized and they had another drink. The tempest subsided and was resolved amicably. According to Gilbert, the contretemps served to "cement a relationship which for my part will never end."

The public adulation that Gilbert experienced with his growing celebrity astounded him: "Everywhere I hear whispers and gasps in acknowledgment of my presence... he whole thing became too fantastic for me to comprehend. Acting, the very thing I had been fighting and ridiculing for seven years, had brought me success, riches and renown. I was a great motion picture artist. Well, I’ll be damned!"

Gilbert was next cast by Thalberg to star in the King Vidor's war-romance The Big Parade (1925), which became the second-highest grossing silent film and the most profitable film of the silent era. Gilbert's "inspired performance" as an American doughboy in France during World War I was the high point of his acting career. He fully immersed himself in the role of Jim Apperson, a Southern gentleman who, with two working class comrades, experiences the horrors of trench warfare. Gilbert declared: "No love has ever enthralled me as did the making of this picture...All that has followed is balderdash."

The following year, Vidor reunited Gilbert with two of his co-stars from that picture, Renée Adorée and Karl Dane, for the film La Bohème (1926) which also starred Lillian Gish. He then did another with Vidor, Bardelys the Magnificent (1926).

In 1926, Gilbert made Flesh and the Devil (1926), his first film with Greta Garbo. Gilbert first encountered Garbo on the set during filming of the railway station scene, and the chemistry between the two was evidently instantaneous. Director Clarence Brown remarked approvingly that he "had a love affair going for me that you couldn’t beat, any way you tried." Garbo and Gilbert soon began a highly publicized romance, much to the delight of their fans and to MGM.

He made The Show (1927) with Adoree for Tod Browning then did Twelve Miles Out (1927) with Joan Crawford and Man, Woman and Sin (1927) with Jeanne Eagels.

Gilbert was reunited with Garbo in a modern adaptation of Tolstoy's 19th-century novel, Anna Karenina. The title was changed to Love (1927) to capitalize on the real life love affair of the stars and advertised by MGM as "Garbo and Gilbert in Love."

Gilbert made The Cossacks (1928) with Adoree; Four Walls (1928) with Crawford; Show People (1928) with Marion Davies for Vidor, in which Gilbert only had a cameo; and The Masks of the Devil (1928) for Victor Sjöström.

Though officially directed by Edmund Goulding, Gilbert, though uncredited, was responsible for directing the love scenes involving Garbo. He was perhaps the only person in the industry whose "artistic judgment" she fully respected. As such, MGM approved of this arrangement.

Gilbert and Garbo were teamed for a third time in A Woman of Affairs (1928). His last silent film was Desert Nights (1929).

With the coming of sound, Gilbert's vocal talents made a good first impression, though the studio had failed to conduct a voice test. The conventional wisdom of the day dictated that actors in the new talkies should emulate "correct stage diction". Gilbert's strict adherence to this method produced an affected delivery that made audiences giggle, and not due to any particularity in Gilbert's natural speech. Indeed, the "quality of his voice compared well with that of co-star Conrad Nagel, regarded as having one of the best voices for sound."

Gilbert signed an immensely lucrative multi-picture contract with MGM in 1928 that totaled $1,500,000. The terms of the agreement positioned MGM executives Irving Thalberg and Nicholas Schenck, both sympathetic to the star, to supervise his career. Gilbert, however, frequently clashed with studio head Louis B. Mayer over creative, social and financial matters. A confrontation between the two men, one that became physical, occurred at the planned double-wedding of Garbo and Gilbert and director King Vidor and actress Eleanor Boardman. Mayer reportedly made a crude remark to Gilbert about Garbo, and Gilbert reacted by knocking Mayer to the floor with his fist.[24] While this story has been disputed or dismissed as hearsay by some historians, Vidor's bride Eleanor Boardman insisted that she actually witnessed the altercation.

In the all-star musical comedy The Hollywood Revue of 1929 (1929), Gilbert and Norma Shearer played the balcony scene from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, first as written, then followed with a slang rendition of the scene. The comic effect served to "dispell the bad impression" produced by Gilbert's original "mincing" delivery.

Audiences awaited further romantic roles from Gilbert on the talking screen. The next vehicle was the Ruritanian romance His Glorious Night (1929), directed by Lionel Barrymore. According to reviewers, audiences laughed nervously at Gilbert's performance. The offense was not Gilbert's voice, but the awkward scenario along with the overly ardent love scenes. In one, Gilbert keeps kissing his leading lady, (Catherine Dale Owen), while saying "I love you" over and over again. (The scene was parodied in the MGM musical Singin' in the Rain (1952) in which a preview of the fictional The Dueling Cavalier flops disastrously.)

Director King Vidor speculated that the late Rudolph Valentino, Gilbert's main rival for romantic leads in the silent era, probably would have suffered the same fate in the talkie era had he lived. Gilbert's inept phrasing, his "dreadful enunciation" and the "inane" script as the genuine sources of his poor performance, that drew "titters" from audiences.

The persistent myth that John Gilbert had a "squeaky voice" that doomed his career in sound films first emerged from his performance in 1929 with His Glorious Night. It was even rumored that Louis B. Mayer ordered Gilbert's voice to be gelded by manipulating the sound track to give it a higher, less masculine pitch. Later, after analyzing the film's sound track, British film historian Kevin Brownlow found that the timbre and frequency of Gilbert's speaking scenes in His Glorious Night were no different than in his subsequent talkies. Brownlow also reported from that analysis that Gilbert's voice, overall, was "quite low". With regard to the alleged manipulation of Gilbert's footage by Mayer or by anyone else, television technicians in the 1960s determined that the actor's voice was consistent with those of other performers on the same print, casting doubt that any targeted "sabotaging" of Gilbert's voice occurred.

Film critic John Baxter described Gilbert as having "a light speaking voice", a minor defect that both MGM and the star "magnified into an obsession." Despite any conflicting opinions or myths surrounding the actor's voice, Mayer's lingering resentment and hostility toward Gilbert remained apparent, especially after MGM's star signed a new contract for six pictures at $250,000 each. Those ill feelings fueled additional speculation that Mayer deliberately assigned Gilbert bad scripts and ineffective directors in an effort to void the contract.

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer cast Gilbert in a film adaption of The Living Corpse by Tolstoy re-titled as Redemption (1929). The bleak atmosphere and maudlin dialogue presaged the disaster looming in the stars’ personal life and career. Gilbert's confident screen presence had vanished, while his use of the exaggerated stage diction that elicited laughs from the audience persisted. In one scene Gilbert declares ominously "I’m going to kill myself to let the whole world know what it has lost."[34]

MGM put him in a more rugged film, Way for a Sailor (1930) with Wallace Beery. He followed it with Gentleman's Fate (1931). Gilbert became increasingly depressed by progressively inferior films and idle stretches between productions. Despite efforts by studio executives at MGM to cancel his contract, Gilbert resolved to thwart Louis B. Mayer and see the six-picture ordeal through to the end.

Gilbert's fortunes were temporarily restored when MGM's production chief Irving Thalberg gave him two projects that were character studies, giving Gilbert an excellent showcase for his versatility. The Phantom of Paris (1931), originally intended for Lon Chaney (who died from cancer in 1930), cast Gilbert as a debonair magician and showman who is falsely accused of murder and uses his mastery of disguise to unmask the real killer.

Downstairs (1932) was based on Gilbert's original story, with the actor playing against type as a scheming, blackmailing chauffeur. The films were well received by critics and fans but failed to revive his career. In between, he appeared in West of Broadway (1931). Shortly after making Downstairs, he married co-star Virginia Bruce; the couple divorced in 1934.

Gilbert fulfilled his contract with MGM with a perfunctory "B" picture – Fast Workers (1933) directed by Browning. He left the studio in 1933, terminating his $10,000 a week contract.

Exhausted and demoralized by his humiliations at MGM and his declining success at the box office, Gilbert began to drink heavily, contributing to his declining physical and mental health.

Gilbert announced his retirement from acting and was working at Fox as an "honorary" director when, in August 1933, Gilbert announced he had signed a seven-year contract with MGM at $75–100,000 a picture. The reason was Greta Garbo insisted that Gilbert return to MGM to play her leading man in Queen Christina (1933), directed by Rouben Mamoulian. Garbo was top-billed, with Gilbert's name beneath the title. Queen Christina, though a critical success, did not revive Gilbert's poor self-image or his career. Garbo was reported to have dropped the young Laurence Olivier scheduled to play the part, but director Rouben Mamoulian recalled that Olivier's screen tests had already eliminated him from consideration.

Columbia Pictures gave Gilbert what would be his final chance for a comeback in The Captain Hates the Sea (1934) in which he gave a capable performance as "a dissipated, bitter [and] cynical" playwright. But the off-screen cast of heavy drinkers encouraged his alcoholism. It was his last film.

Biographer Kevin Brownlow's eulogy to John Gilbert considers the destruction of both the man and his career:

"The career of John Gilbert indicates that the star, and the person playing the star, were regarded by producers as separate entities, subject to totally different attitudes. Gilbert, as an ordinary human being, had no legal right to the stardom that was the sole property of the studio. When Gilbert, as an employee, tried to seize control of the future of Gilbert the star, the studios decided to save their investment from falling into the hands of rivals, [so] they had to wreck their property. Other properties – books, films, sets – could be destroyed with impunity. But the destruction of a star carried with it the destruction of a person…it seems somewhat abhorrent that it took such tragedies as that of John Gilbert to bring us our entertainment."

Gilbert was married four times. His first marriage, on August 26, 1918, was to Olivia Burwell, a native of Mississippi whom Gilbert had met after her family moved to California. They separated the following year and Burwell returned to Mississippi for a while. She filed for divorce in Los Angeles in 1921.

In February 1921, Gilbert announced his engagement to actress Leatrice Joy. They married in Tijuana in November 1921.[44] As Gilbert had failed to secure a divorce from his first wife and the legality of Gilbert and Joy's Mexican marriage was questionable, the couple separated and had the marriage annulled to avoid a scandal. They remarried on March 3, 1922. The marriage was tumultuous and, in June 1923, Joy filed for legal separation after she claimed that Gilbert slapped her face after a night of heavy drinking. They reconciled several months later. In August 1924, Joy, who was pregnant with the couple's daughter, filed for divorce. Joy later said she left Gilbert after discovering he was having an affair with actress Laurette Taylor.[47] Joy also claimed that Gilbert had conducted affairs with Barbara La Marr (with whom he had a romance before his marriage to Joy), Lila Lee and Bebe Daniels. Gilbert and Joy had a daughter, Leatrice Gilbert (later Fountain; 4 September 1924 – 20 January 2015). Joy was granted a divorce in May 1925.

In 1929, Gilbert eloped with actress Ina Claire to Las Vegas. They separated in February 1931 and divorced six months later. Gilbert's fourth and final marriage was on August 10, 1932, to actress Virginia Bruce, who had recently costarred with him on the MGM film Downstairs. The entertainment trade paper The Film Daily reported that their "quick" wedding was held in Gilbert's dressing room on the MGM lot while Bruce was working on another studio production, Kongo. Among the people attending the small ceremony were the head of MGM production Irving Thalberg, who served as Gilbert's best man; screenwriter Donald Ogden Stewart, whose wife Beatrice acted as Bruce's matron of honor; MGM art director and set designer Cedric Gibbons; and his wife, actress Dolores del Río. Bruce retired briefly from acting following the birth of their daughter Susan Ann; however, she resumed her career after her divorce from Gilbert in May 1934.

Before his death, Gilbert dated actress Marlene Dietrich as well as Greta Garbo. When he died, he had recently been slated to play a prominent supporting role in Dietrich's film Desire.

By 1934, alcoholism had severely damaged Gilbert's health. He suffered a serious heart attack in December 1935, which left him in poor health. Gilbert suffered a second heart attack at his Bel Air home on January 9, 1936, which was fatal.

A private funeral was held on January 11 at the B.E. Mortuary in Beverly Hills. Among the mourners were Gilbert's two ex-wives, Leatrice Joy and Virginia Bruce, his two daughters, and stars Marlene Dietrich, Gary Cooper, Myrna Loy, and Raquel Torres.

Gilbert was cremated and his ashes were interred at Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Glendale in Glendale, California.

Gilbert left the bulk of his estate, valued at $363,494 (equivalent to $6.7 million in 2019), to his last ex-wife Virginia Bruce and their daughter, Susan Ann. He left $10,000 to his eldest daughter Leatrice, and other amounts to friends, relatives and his servants.

For his contribution to the motion picture industry, Gilbert has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 1755 Vine Street. In 1994, he was honored with his image on a United States postage stamp designed by caricaturist Al Hirschfeld.

[nerianasims]

Billboard #1s 1978

Under the cut.

Player – “Baby Come Back” -- January 14, 1978

Apparently I'm positively disposed to what's called "yacht rock"? I'd have called it 30-something dinner party rock. Anyway, apparently this is an example. Like all of that genre, this doesn't feel deeply emotional even when the words are. "I was wrong, and I just can't live without you." It's basically calm, and I'd even call it kinda groovy. It's not slow though. It's not going to change the world, but it's good background music for a party among people who have to get home before the babysitter needs to leave.

The Bee Gees – “Stayin’ Alive” -- February 4, 1978

I don't like the movie Saturday Night Fever at all. And I don't like its biggest breakout song either. The lyrics -- who cares, the lyrics are an excuse for Barry Gibb's falsetto to pierce your brain. I was going to clubs during the short disco revival of the 90s and I don't remember this song being played much.

Andy Gibb – “(Love Is) Thicker Than Water” -- March 4, 1978

This guy was a teen idol. I didn't understand the popularity of the teen idols when I was a teenager either. To me, they almost always have the sex appeal of a potato. As for this song, musically it sounds like a TV theme, and the lyric "love is thicker than water" gives me the giggles.

The Bee Gees -- "Night Fever" -- March 18, 1978

Barry Gibb's falsetto. Nope. The lyrics make this technically a love song, but they don't matter, this song exists to be danced to. Badly.

Yvonne Elliman -- "If I Can't Have You" -- May 13, 1978

This was written by Barry Gibb. Obviously I don't like it, though thankfully Yvonne Elliman's voice is fine. It's about how if she can't have you, she doesn't want anybody else. She sings in a kind of weird breathy way. And, as it's a Barry Gibb song, the second half of the song consists of the chorus repeating 50 times with some boring instrumental stuff.

Wings -- "With A Little Luck" -- May 20, 1978

That's quite the synth blast. Some of the lyrics are nice: "There's no end to what we can do together." But others are terrible: "The willow turns his back on inclement weather" and "with a little luck" repeated at least two dozen times. The message seems to be that you should pretend difficulties aren't there and just chant a bunch or something. But willows don't turn their "backs" on the wind. They bend with it, and that's how they avoid breaking. So this song's message makes no sense and it is musically boring except for the first couple bars.

Johnny Mathis and Deniece Williams -- "Too Much, Too Little, Too Late" -- June 3, 1978

Musically this sounds like a parody of the late 70s. It's weirdly peppy and sounds like a commercial jingle, but it's about breaking up. My brain keeps trying to mash these things together and returning a divide by zero error. These two paired up again later to sing the "Family Ties" theme, which is actually a better song, and I'm not saying the "Family Ties" theme is great.

John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John -- "You're the One That I Want" -- June 10, 1978

I confess: I like Grease. The musical, not the substance. Yes, it's nostalgia-bait, and it's goofy as hell in many ways. And yet I can't resist it. I also like this song. It's been picked over and analyzed to death, about how Sandy's changing for Danny how awful blah blah blah. Well, he was wandering around in a letter sweater before this song, planning to become a square for her. Then Sandy sings at him "You'd better shape up," and he ends up following her around in public on his knees. Sandy wouldn't have wanted Danny in the first place, and become friends with the Pink Ladies, if there weren't a "bad girl" in her screaming to get out. What can I say -- I identify. Also this song is catchy and fun, Olivia Newton-John is excellent at acting a song, John Travolta was excellent at cheese, and they had great chemistry.

Andy Gibb -- "Shadow Dancing" -- June 17, 1978

Andy Gibb died young because massive amounts of cocaine and alcohol wrecked his heart, so I feel bad about disliking all his songs. But feeling bad about his short life doesn't mean I feel good about his music. This was written by Barry Gibb, so of course I want nothing to do with it. Also Andy Gibb's voice is incredibly weak. The lyrics are about sex, whatever, I don't care because musically this song is pretty appalling to me.

The Rolling Stones -- "Miss You" -- August 5, 1978

It's interesting hearing Mick Jagger try to weaken his voice to sound like other male singers of the time. This is disco. With a rock edge, because it's the Stones, but still... disco. Specifically, Bee Gees-inspired disco. Including the falsetto interludes. Nope nope nope, I do not accept this from The Rolling Stones.

The Commodores -- "Three Times A Lady" -- August 12, 1978

I can't hear this song without hearing Buckwheat. So um. Lionel Richie is the lead singer here, and I don't like any Lionel Richie song I have ever heard, and this is a Lionel Richie song. Eddie Murphy's version as Buckwheat is better.

Franki Valli -- "Grease" -- August 26, 1978

Grease, the musical, is a not-really-guilty pleasure of mine. "Grease", the song, isn't. It's the worst song on the track. It's about nothing, it sounds 70s and not even 70s pretending to be 50s, and it's Franki Valli. Thankfully he doesn't do falsetto, but I still find his voice unpleasant. Also the song has almost nothing to do with the musical.

A Taste of Honey -- "Boogie Oogie Oogie" -- September 9, 1978

Disco, but disco with actual oomph, unlike anything that came anywhere near Barry Gibb. It's one of those dance songs commanding you to dance, and it works. It's got an interesting, and existent, bassline. Hazel Payne's voice is good. The song changes up a bit musically throughout. It's excellent, even if "boogie" sounds a little silly these days.

The Exiles -- "Kiss You All Over" -- September 30, 1978

I said "ew" when I saw this song on the list and I stand by that. There's a lot worse, certainly. I can't even pinpoint exactly why I feel "ew" about this song. The sentiment is fine. The music is fine. It's not a song where the guy demands something of the woman he's singing to without thinking of her feelings. I dunno. It's probably fine. Maybe it's the whole "fine" thing that makes me feel somewhat creeped out. It should be a sexy song and it's just not.

Nick Gilder -- "Hot Child in the City" -- October 28, 1978

This guy looks like Tom Petty. But he's no Tom Petty. The song's about a teenage sex worker, so uh, there's that. The singer doesn't sound too upset about it, but he doesn't sound too anything about it. This song should have some kind of grit one way or another, but it doesn't. It's nothing. And that's particularly bad when it's such a heavy topic.

Anne Murray -- "You Needed Me" -- November 4, 1978

Anne Murray has a beautiful voice. This song is about having been at the absolute bottom, then someone comes along and loves you, which is a great sentiment. But it should soar and never does. It lacks a chorus, and it needs a big blowout of a chorus. As-is, it feels unfinished and unsatisfying.

Donna Summer -- "MacArthur Park" -- November 11, 1978

Donna Summer is an amazing singer. But wtf is this. "Someone left the cake out in the rain" sung with incredible sorrow is just odd. And then it goes disco, because of course, but -- what? Show me someone's master's thesis on this and maybe I'll understand the song. As it is I am simply confused.

Barbra Streisand and Neil Diamond -- "You Don't Bring Me Flowers" -- December 2, 1978

One singer whose singing I despise, and another singer whom I forget exists when I'm not reminded of him. Looking up the lyrics after trying to listen to the song for about 20 seconds, they're lamenting about a failing relationship. With the reasons apparently being "you don't bring me flowers/ you don't sing me love songs." Yeah, uh, if you want the same exact kind of romantic effort put into a long-term relationship as was there in the beginning, you will be disappointed. She doesn't bring you flowers, but what about that dinner she cooked? He doesn't sing you love songs, but how about the fact that he does the dishes and puts the kids to bed? No wonder divorce rates were so high in the 70s. Yep, I hate it.

Chic -- "Le Freak" -- December 9, 1978

This one was played a lot at the clubs I went to in the 90s. It's a good funky dance song with a memorable bassline.

BEST OF 1978: "Boogie Oogie Oogie" by A Taste of Honey. WORST OF 1978: "You Don't Bring Me Flowers" by Barbra Streisand and Neil Diamond, but also anything with Barry Gibb's fingerprints on it.

[alanncs]

hi my angels ! my name’s dani , i’m from toronto ontario aka best city in the worldt , & i’m 20  !  i’m the kelsey m on the main  &  i can’t tell u how excited i am to have wealthy up n running again !  i literally can’t wait to plot with all you beautiful peoples , so pls like this  &  i’ll slide in the dms , otherwise u can also hit me up on discord 𝒎𝒈𝒌'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 .#1958  !!  i’m gonna put all you need  2 know about alanna below aaand i hope y’all like her ! <3

new york’s very own alanna d'alessio was spotted on broadway street in gucci bee sneakers . your resemblance to hailey baldwin is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty first birthday bash . while living in nyc ,  you’ve been labeled as being reticent , but also gracious . i guess being a scorpio explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be anything pink , the lingering smell of weed , and a cigarette between her fingers . &  ( cisfemale & she/her  )  +  ( dani , 20 , she/her , est . )

                    *  /   𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 .

full  name  :  alanna  marie  d’alessio  .

age :  twenty  -  one  .

hometown  :  new  york  city  .

zodiac  chart  :  scorpio  sun  ,  aquarius  moon  ,  libra  rising  .

character  inspo  :  alyssa  (  the  end  of  the  f*cking  world  )  ,  marissa  cooper  (  the  o.c  )  ,  hanna  marin  (  pretty  little  liars  )  .

                   *  /   𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚   !!  tw  : kidnapping , ransom , drugs

alanna was born heir to the d'alessio family which came with the billion dollar dynasty that her parents created . 

her dad is an italian government official  but they grew up in ny basically bc her dad is an ambassador/representative for italy  &  her mother is a super model who also wanted to raise her kids here having lived here her whole life , and so they did . 

she had everything handed to her on a silver platter and her parents expected nothing but success from her because of how wealthy they were, they knew they would never have to worry about providing for her and her siblings , and so they spoiled her with whatever she asked for and more

but that came with a price, she was expected to do everything they wanted of her, go to an ivy league college, follow in one of her parent’s career footsteps

alanna did just that, she got amazing grades in high school and was head of many student clubs, organized prom, got almost perfect on sat’s and exams, and busted her ass to get into a good college despite the fact that her parents could’ve easily gotten her a spot if she didn’t do as well as she did

her life was going so well, she had the perfect boyfriend, perfect group of friends, was on her way to brown university in a couple of months, her parents and her couldn’t have been in a better spot with their daughter

the last thing they expected was for someone, a stranger, to get their hands on their daughter . a week after her 18th birthday , she’s walking to school on a monday morning and before she knows what’s happening , there’s something over her head and she’s being dragged into a van and taken from her life

the one thing that was expected, was the $10 million ransom she was held for

basically her dad had some shady dealings with the italian mob & didn’t pay his debts to them for some time - so they kidnapped alanna in retaliation for that

they kept her for 3 days before her parents were able to work with the authorities to get her returned and pay the people in full

surprisingly, she was returned alive but she had to spend two weeks in the hospital afterwards with injuries

once alanna was returned, she wasn’t the same

she told the police what happened to her , but only barely . she didn’t tell her parents or anyone else about what they did to her when she was gone .

she didn’t speak , eat or sleep for two months after she got home

she spent the last few months of her high school in bed, she didn’t attend her graduation, deferred from going to brown in the fall, she didn’t see her friends anymore and she broke up with her boyfriend

the people who took her were never caught & she is still to this day completely terrified of going anywhere alone

she never walks anywhere alone  

it took her months to be able to get back to doing normal things again and being who she was before

to this day ,  alanna still struggles with the memories and the ptsd from what happened to her , but she doesn’t speak to anyone about it and she refuses to bring it up in any scenario

she also has a horrible relationship with her father now , having trouble forgiving him for what happened to her

some people know about it as obviously, being as famous as her family is, it was on the news at the time, and everyone she went to high school with knew what happened so sometimes it can be hard to avoid it

she wants to forget - here comes her secret - she got into drugs after the kidnapping and it quickly spiraled out of control , now she can’t seem to function without them because they’re the only thing that make her feel normal and make the memories fade

anything she can get her hands on rly

but the media think she’s an angel , her reputation has been kept p much pristine her whole life . and her parents have no clue how much she’s struggling or how much she’s changed . so if this were to come out , it would tarnish not only alanna’s reputation but her family’s  as well

                                         *  /   𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚  !!

after deferring from brown ,  alanna knew she had to find some way to keep herself occupied and make money , even though she could live off her parents for however long she wanted

alanna wants to be . miss independent .

so she started getting into modelling , bc of her mom it was easy for her to book gigs

she was able to book gigs like adidas , guess , calvin klein  etc  !

so  that was super exciting for her bc she got really into it and  enjoyed doing it sm

she started acting about a year ago - started off in a few movies , & now she’s currently starring in a netflix series - smth similiar to elite or on my block !

oko so in high school alanna was super bubbly , and just like the really overly nice girl that would talk to literally every 1

but it worked for her bc she was  voted prom queen  and valedictorian ! even tho she missed graduation . yike

Anyway now ! she is not v much like that anymore , except  when she’s super high .

since her kidnapping alanna has been closed off and aloof . in general , she’s not as talkative

she says what she thinks but it usually comes in one word mumbles

can sometimes b very entertaining  . she’s kinda like paris hilton a little bit

also think Marissa from the oc !!

call her a  spoiled brat she’s gonna be like “ yah… and ?”

she  can be very selfish to a fault  in certain situations

and very defensive if she feels attacked, judged , put into a corner , physically cornered , etc

she’s a hopeless romantic at heart and dreams of having an epic love story

but she  has Hella trust issues which easily lead to commitment issues for her so … she will cheat “by accident” lol

that’s why she tries to steer clear of relationships but she also has such a big heart she  falls in love 5 times a day sffsdkj

also w  how much this girl  can sleep around it’s not happening any Time soon 4 her ! she enjoys being single a lot

Bc she likes to get wild

shes like nicole richie on the simple life when she’s partying  lmao

like she likes 2 fuck with ppl sometimes lol , like she will flirt w anyone and everyone just cus she’s bored

umm she lives  in sweatpants n crop tops !

her hair is either in a  bun or just down , she’s rly lazy when it comes to hair and makeup   . like if her makeups done someone else did it lol

Unless she’s like fully in the mood

ooverall she’s a rly sweet lil bean whos just scared of humans ! :’(

um ya idk im always developing  her but IF U read  all this  ilysm !

here’s her pinterest board for more of an idea !

                                  *  /  𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  !!

EVERYTHING   !  here is a link to my wc page & a link to my wc TAG which are both full of ideas so  msg me  & i’ll throw tons of ideas at u <333 let’s do it i luv plotting sm okay

[heythrrdelilah]

Lights, Camera, Love (Tom Holland x Reader) part 2

A/N: I miss writing so much! My classes have been crazy, my Navy stuff has been crazy and i have a podcast now. (it’s on anywhere you listen to podcasts, spotify, apple, google find the link on the name: Potterworld: A Harry Potter reread podcast)  So, you can imagine why i’ve been gone. I plan on finishing out the final ship request. this weekend.  I hope you like part 2, hopefully next chapter will be more progressed and have a moodboard. Also, In my asks, i was told people don’t like my Tom stuff and would rather have me stick to Supernatural? I also plan on Harry Potter stuff so lmk what you think! 

Word Count: 2,410

Warnings: Fluff, talk of eating disorder, cheesy romantic crap (shrek...? no?) Endgame talk 

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader

 “Pasta sounds nice. Sounds like a deal,” You smiled up at him before walking back to your seat once your mug was filled. “Black coffee?” Toms voice gently came to the seat next to you. You nod simply. “Bold. I’ll have to keep that in mind,” His voice trailed off with the sound of the directors and other actors coming in. Everyone said their hello’s and You were introduced to your fellow castmates. “So, I would just like to welcome everyone to the cast who wasn’t in before,” The heavyset man nodded towards you. The director began to do the introductions and table readings were to begin. Your scene was coming up soon, after an hour of anxious waiting. Your heart was beating fast and the fact that you were sitting in a room full of experienced, Big-Screen actors began setting into your mind. Your palms began shaking as you flipped the pages. You were nowhere near this nervous when you went in for your audition, but now there were five times as many eyes on you. Counting on you. Your breathing sped up as you spotted Gwen’s name at the bottom of the page. You were coming soon. 

“Damn!” Tom shouted in the seat next to you, he had spilled his coffee all over the floor and the ankle of his jeans. The whole room stopped and began to call Clara who had stepped out for some lunch. “Agh, I got some on your white sneakers. Lets go clean off,” Tom stood up quickly, grabbing ahold of your wrist, not letting you argue. When you got out of the room and the door closed behind you two, you spoke quickly, “It’s okay. It can come out. Plus, It’s just shoes.” He shook his head, dropping your wrist. “Forget the coffee. It was just an excuse to get you a minute to relax. I understand the nerves. Even though i’ve been on film prior to Avengers, I was extremely nervous my first table read. Read as if you were in your bedroom. Everyone will love you. You got the role, now breath, then rock their socks off,” Tom spoke calmly, looking at you intensely. How did he know you were self imploding? Were you shaking your leg too aggressively? Breathing too deeply? You wondered for a quick moment if the other actors had noticed as well, before tom responded, “I know the signs of a panic attack when I see one. So, lets do this together?” You nodded and took three breaths before going back into the room. Everyone was chatting while waiting. 

The table read began once more, when it came to your line, you looked at the gentleman, who was an absolute sweetheart so far, next to you. He nodded giving you a thumbs up and you read your lines as if you were practicing in your room. You made a mental note to thank Tom later for the advice. 

The table read went smooth, so smooth that everyone ended with chatting about plans afterwards. “So, looks like you owe us a hangout,” Tom smiled at you, placing his script into the muffin basket he had opened. You nodded, picking your basket up from the floor. “Thanks for the advice. I don’t know if I would have survived without it,” You stood up to face him. He smiled down at you, “No need to thank me. We all went through it. Besides,” He paused to smirk at you, “You were really good. Spider-gwen will be my favorite character if you keep that work up.” you rolled your eyes at him. Characters are whats written. Your acting is sub-par, at least to you, so there will be no way he could say you’re his favorite actor. You decided to change the subject, “Well, I find it interesting they even added her as an avenger. I guess after into the Spider-Verse, with Spider-Gwen becoming a trend, they wanted what will sell the most tickets. Follow the trends.” You giggled, looking up at him. “I can tell you one thousand percent, that what you just said… is a fact. Heard the PR team talking to the writers about it last press conference. Just like that Birds Of Prey was only made because of the insane amount of hype Harley Quinn received,” He answered becoming deep into the conversation. He seemed like he thinks about this kind of stuff himself. Before you could say anything in response, your felt a hand land firmly on your shoulder, and saw one on Tom’s. You turned to see Chris smiling down at you both. “I want pasta. Who’s joining?” He chimed, rubbing his stomach. “Didn’t you have 4 whole sub sandwiches at lunch?” Tom asked, looking horrified. “You should know by now, after so many times together, I eat. Let's get moving, " He chuckled,  his tone low. Tom shrugged at you, grabbing his basket and reached for yours. You shook your head and quickly took ahold of it, “I got it thanks. So, can I get the address?” Tom looked as though a lightbulb went off in his head. He shook his head, taking his phone out, “Give me your number and I’ll add you to our group chat!” You took ahold of his phone, Chris holding your basket long enough for you to enter your phone number into Tom's phone and hand it back. 

You felt your phone buzz, notifying you of the group chat. “I can actually ride in your car if you’d like to show you where our usual pasta place is. That is where we are going correct?” Tom turned to Chris, who was returning your basket. Chris nodded, smiling down at Tom cheekily. Tom flashed a glare at Chris and waited for your response. “Well, I do not drive a fancy car. Plus, wouldn’t you be leaving your car?” He shook his head at you to inform that he had a car here in the US, but he rarely drove it to work. He arrived with Chris. “Well my car is available to whoever needs it,” You awkwardly offer, moving towards the door. The two men followed you out the door. 

You all engaged in small talk on the way to your parking spot. Chris held your door open for you, allowing you to step in and roll your window down. Tom placed his basket in the small backseat, and got into the passenger seat. “See you lads there,” Chris waved through your window, allowing you to back out of the parking spot. “You can pick the music,” You stated, placing your car in drive and turning the knob on the radio to the bluetooth setting. He shook his head and clicked the knob, turning the radio off. “We are castmates and we will be spending months, to a year together. I think it’s only appropriate we learn a bit about each other,” He smiled, turning in his seat so that he was facing you, half of his back leaning against the door. You felt a flutter in your stomach. It felt like your life was a dream. You were cast in an avengers movie, driving to a cast dinner, and Tom Holland was in the passenger seat of your Camaro, asking to know you. 

“Well, I am 20, I am a nurse, well, I guess prior now that I am aware of the full-time. I have always dreamed of acting, I also had no idea I had a lead role. I was told I was here for Mikayla. That is what i had auditioned for,” You spoke, following the directions Tom had pulled up on his phone. His eyes widened, “wow, that is extremely uncool that they didn’t tell you. Did your agent know?”  You shook your head at him, “I do not have an agent.”  His mouth opened wide, “You don’t have an agent? I’ll get in contact with someone if you’d like. You’ll need one. Also, you won’t even need your nursing job after this. This is going to sound cocky, but once you star in a big screen film… it’s not hard to get another,” He explained. He was right. You thought about how many times you’ve seen the same celebrities bounce around to different films. It was rare you see new faces on the movie screen unless it was an Indie type of film. The truth was, you would probably have to resign from the hospital for this movie alone. It was good to have a sort of job security in that chance that this will be your only film. You made a mental note to talk to your boss on your way home. “Tell me more about you,” He spoke, breaking the silence, “Other than the fact you’re a raging transformers fan.” Your eyes widened and you gasped. “Was it really that obvious?” You retorted, pulling into the entryway of the restaurant. 

He stepped out of the car, waiting for you to do the same and meet him by the front of your car. “Well, bumblebee themed car, bumblebee keychain hanging from your keys, your phone screen is an aesthetic with an old bug in the fashion of a bumblebee. I would say, yes.Pretty obvious,” He confessed, eyeing you with a smirk. “Well, since you’re making fun of me, I may not let bee give you a ride home,” You walked over to the door of the restaurant and held it open for him. “Well, that is a bit backwards isn’t it?” Mark Ruffalo laughed, walking in behind you all. You let out a slight laugh and responded with a simple, “ladies first, am i right?” This caused Tom to raise his hands in defense, making the whole cast laugh. 

“The usual table?” The hostess smiled, counting the group, grabbing the menus. Chris winked at the short, copper-haired girl, “Only if it’s available.” Walking to the table in the far back of the restaurant, you could hear gasps coming from nearly every table. This made sense to you, considering they were big time movie stars walking through an everyday restaurant. The table was a giant circular booth that everyone could fit around. The lights were dim and the sound was low. Tom and Chris both let you scoot in between them. After the hostess waitress passed the menus around and got drink orders she left. “Come here often?” you ask everyone, remembering the waitress and Chris’s conversation. He pushed his blonde hair back and winked, “We love pasta.” The lack of women around the table became well known when the waitress came back and asked for everyone's drink order. The men were rattling off beer types and you heard not a single woman's voice. You ordered water and then looked down at your menu. Come to think of it, you were the only woman actor in the room for the table read. You had previously watched the Avengers Endgame movie and noticed they killed off black widow. “Do the women not come out?” You whispered to Tom behind your menu. “Well, there isn’t many left. Brie Larson will show up, however, today’s scenes did not include captain marvel so she doesn’t need to come,” He explained flagging down the waitress at the same time.

This made a lot of sense and you hoped that Tom hasn’t become annoyed with your questions. You were sure to have more because this was your first film. 

As the waitress made her way back, all of the men sitting around the table ordered their variety of different dishes. When she made it to you, you decided to go with shrimp and broccoli fettuccine alfredo. “That is a big dish, by the way. They give you a lot of food here, It’s why we like it,” Chris nudged you, chuckling. You rolled your eyes, “I eat for five. So, we will see.” Tom smirked and ordered his food as the last person at the table. He ordered the same. “Lets see who can finish more then?” Tom challenged, “Most women are frightened of carbs or go on extreme diets. Some eat and cry later while exercising daily. Which are you?” You laughed at the assumption. Tom was forgetting one thing, metabolism. “Listen sweety,” You lifted a brow at him. The whole table made loud oo’s and ah’s followed by laughing. Tom smirked at you, chuckling slightly. You continued, now smiling wide, “I have a fast metabolism. Even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t care about how I look enough to be too worried.” This was only partially true. You had struggled before with eating disorders, but as part of recovery you had to have this mindset. So far, you are a few months in and doing great. 

“So, are you from Atlanta?” Anthony Mackie asked once the food came around.  You shook your head, “I’m from (your home state/town). How about you guys?” Tom shook his head and threw a breadstick gently, at your face, “no time for that!” He picked up his fork. You hadn’t realized it would be a full on race. “Alright start placing bets,” said Cumberbatch, finishing his beer. Chris placed a 20 on the table, “I’ll go with the girl. Seems promising.” The cycle of bets began. Soon enough, the table made sound effects to mark the start. You began shoveling the absolutely delicous food into your mouth. Anything and everything lady-like went out the door. You tried savoring the flavor with every bite, but from your view, Tom was chewing quickly. You picked up your speed. 

“The lady wins!” Shouts Anthony, splitting the money between everyone who bet on you. Tom wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “I have underestimated you.” You smiled and looked to the floor. You became seemingly embarrassed of how unlady-like that was. “A woman who can keep up. I like that,” Tom removed his arm from your shoulders, letting his hand fall to the middle of your back. You felt your heart flutter momentarily. Why did this make you nervous? Even though his hand was only there for a fraction of a second, it felt like hours in your mind. You knew so far, Tom was gentle, sweet, funny, and competitive. You were developing a crush on him with every moment and you were determined to not let that happen. This was business. He was just being friendly because you will have to spend so much time together.

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Nice Guy Adrien the Musical Outline - ACT II

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→ The second half of this act from “Meant to Be Yours” to “Breathin” has been adapted into my fic “Bewitched,” for those who want a better idea of how things would play out.

→ In “Bewitched,” Viperion has a hypnosis power, which I refer to as “Snake Eyes” in my other work “The One to Make It Stay.” This was because this was written prior to “Party Crasher” airing, so we didn’t know what the snake’s power would be. I think “Second Chance” could still be used in this scenario, but I’ll leave it vague for the time being.

→ Like I said before, I’m going to write Act II with Marinette being akumatized into Bewitched in mind. Now, it should be possible to akumatize Marinette into something else and have roughly the same outcome, depending on the powers that you give her. Anyway, Bewitched’s outfit is a slightly altered version of this one that NS Yoon G wears in the music video: 

However, I changed the bottom half of the outfit to be more appropriate for a fourteen year old girl, so instead, she’s either wearing a black tulle mini skirt (which would fall just above her knees) or black biker shorts of the same length. Underneath them, she’s wearing black and white striped leggings similar to this outfit:

As well as black boots and lots of chunky, spiked jewelry, and a black witch’s hat on top. She hides her akumatized object in her blouse pocket. So, yes, her akumatized form is essentially cosplay of NS Yoon G, but toned down for a fourteen year old girl.

Act II opens with the students having returned to school after break (either for All Saints or Christmas, depending on how much time has passed since the beginning of school), and classes in session. Adrien has been none stop trying to text Marinette and get her attention, but to no avail. She has blocked his number by this point, and he’s resorted to contacting her through other social media sites and apps. Despite trying to flaunt his relationship with Lila in Marinette’s face, it seems to have entirely backfired, and at some point, Adrien broke things off with her. Alya continues to play cheerleader for Team Adrinette, but we see signs of wariness from Nino. Bustier’s class is going to discuss Romeo and Juliet, but everyone seems more interested in the status of Ladybug and Chat Noir. A fan sent in a video of Chat confessing his love to Ladybug and sent it in to the Ladyblog, where it was immediately posted. Adrien decides that this is his opportunity to make big romantic gestures to Marinette and win her over. However, Marinette has decided to move seats by this point to keep Adrien away from her, and is now in the back. He doesn’t have as many opportunities to talk to her. As class begins, Ms. Bustier calls for everyone to return to their seats so they can start discussing the reading. Alix makes a comment about how Romeo and Juliet has the lamest, most nonsensical plot she’s ever read. Everyone gasps, clearly offended and asks how she could say something like that. (I Hate Shakespeare)

The school day comes and goes, and once again, we find ourselves at Chloe’s hotel. She is relaxed upstairs, turning her bedroom into a summer simulation of sorts. She’s being waited on by Sabrina and Jean, while complaining about the events of the day (“Ugh, Adrikins has been so weird lately! First, he said he liked Dupain-Cheng, of all people! Then, he decided to date that girl with the sausage hair just to make her jealous. And now he’s pretending it didn’t even happen?” “That discussion we had about the play today was utterly ridiculous!”) To wash away the events of the day, Chloe has ordered a full day of pampering for herself, including a trip to the spa. She’s even nice enough to arrange a package for Sabrina and Jean. After all, she needs them in tip-top shape. (Fabulous)

Gabriel has been noticing an increase in negative energy lately. He thinks it’s his chance to evilize someone into his most powerful akuma yet. Adrien returns home from school in a rather snappy mood, complaining about a girl. This makes Gabriel pause for a moment. He’s a bit worried that his akuma might end up picking the girl that rejected Adrien and going after him. However, he can’t afford to just give up on saving his wife, either. He won’t let anything stand in the way of reuniting with her, not even his own feelings. Surely, Adrien would understand someday. (Standing)

Adrien is frustrated about how things aren’t going his way. He’s messaged Marinette about 273 times in the past week, and hasn’t gotten a single response or reaction from her. He even had to give up on Operation: Jealousy, because it made her less interested in him. How is that even possible, he wonders to himself. Plagg points out that if Adrien continues this behavior, the Master might decide to pull his miraculous away, but Adrien isn’t convinced. How else are they going to defeat Hawkmoth? And speaking of his power, he decides it’s time to pay Marinette a visit. Plagg is against using Chat to get close to Marinette/Ladybug, but he doesn’t listen and uses his freedom and mobility to find her. (Macavity Part 2)

Marinette, tired of the influx of messages and how Adrien won’t leave her alone, decides she can no longer handle being Ladybug. She heads over to Fu’s and lets him know that she can’t afford to be Ladybug, since she’s at such high risk of being akumatized. She’s returned the earrings to Kagami, and told her to meet Fu, because she can’t handle it anymore. Fu tries to convince her otherwise, but Marinette won’t change her mind. Running out of the room in tears, Marinette laments how everything could have gone so wrong. Maybe Lila was right. Maybe she was cursed. What an irony, she thinks to herself. (No Good Deed)

As Marinette is running home, she ends up stopping in front of a store with some mirrors. An image flashes in her head - her as Ladybug. She tries to go for a quick change to get rid of it, and takes out her hair ribbons, stuffing them into her pocket. Before she can get any closer to home, Chat pops in, and after her avoiding him all day. Once again, he proclaims his love for her, reminding her that he’s dumped Lila, so there’s nothing standing in their way now. Then he realizes she’s been crying. Marinette snaps and tells him he’s the problem. There’s back and forth arguing until Kagami appears as Ryukōun, and tells Chat to back off. The two of them get into a fight as Marinette runs off, not sure where to go. Hawkmoth akumatizes her into Bewitched (not shown on stage/screen until next scene) and she promises him that by morning, neither Chat nor Ladybug will be a problem. (Meant to Be Yours)

The next day at school, everyone is gathered outside to share gossip, with quite a few people surrounding Lila as she launches her next story. Adrien quickly finds Nino and Alya and relays what happened the previous evening. Alya assures Adrien that things will turn out alright, but Nino points out his concerns with Adrien’s behavior. Before a full fight can escalate, Bewitched enters the scene and blasts Lila with her curse beam and frightens everyone around her. Bewitched forces Lila to tell the truth, lest she get hurt by her own words. Lila ends up revealing that she and Ladybug were never friends and that the interview she did for Alya when she first arrived was a lie. Bewitched then goes on to curse Alya to always or do the wrong thing, and turns Nino into her familiar. As the scene goes on, more and more students get either cursed or familiarized (Nino and Juleka are absolutely spared; Nino because he defended Marinette’s honor and Juleka because Bewitched doesn’t want to upset Luka). Adrien, Kagami, Felix and Chloe all manage to escape prior to getting hit by Bewitched. (Reason to Become a Witch)

Managing to get far away enough from Bewitched, both Kagami and Felix berate Adrien for his actions. If he just left Marinette alone after the rejection, things wouldn’t have turned out like this. Kagami points out that he doesn’t deserve the ring, completely outing Adrien as Chat Noir. Luka arrives on the scene and is caught up by everyone. He is not pleased and calls Adrien out for being so selfish. He’s even less pleased when it’s revealed that Adrien only became interested in Marinette after it was revealed that she was Ladybug. Before the fighting can escalate, Kagami decides to split up the group. She gives the snake miraculous to Luka and Felix, telling them to go after Bewitched, while she and Adrien go and give Chloe the bee. (Congratulations)

Kagami and Adrien arrive to give Chloe the bee. However, a bit of arguing causes the cat to be let out of the bag, and now Chloe is in on the secret identities (both Ladybug and Chat). She is infuriated by Adrien and how ugly his attitude has gotten. And disappointed in herself after realizing that doing nothing didn’t stop any akuma victims. That was the wrong thing to do in this case, she realizes. Instead, she needs to work on standing up to people like that and use the power that she has to her advantage. She’s going to be the hero that Ladybug, no, Dupain-Cheng, believed she could be. (Ugly Heart)

Luka and Felix run into Bewitched. Felix saves Luka from getting hit, but becomes a familiar. Queen Bee, Ryukōun and Chat Noir arrive on the scene, but Chat’s ego quickly causes him to lose the cat miraculous to Felix after Bewitched turns Queen Bee’s power against them. Luka transforms into Viperion while Alya arrives on the scene to apologize. Satisfied, Bewitched familiarizes her. Using his power, Viperion is able to calm down Bewitched and convince her to give up the akuma. After Kagami purifies it, she, Luka and Felix all take Marinette home. After the long day, Marinette tries to find ways to make herself fall asleep, but the events of the day weigh heavy on her mind, and she’s anxious as to what comes next. (Breathin)

[birdlingstarot]

Is it alright to ask for a past life reading? If so what was my past life and are there any specific reasons I was born to fulfil in this life? Thank you soo much- AK

Hello  🌻 AK!

A little birdie told me this 🕊

Who are you in your past life? Mother (Queen) of  Swords, Father (King) of Wands, 5 of Swords and 6 of Cups

You are likely a therapist in your past life, a female likely. You are seen to be very knowledgeable and compassionate, which allows you to excel in that particular field. You have a knack for being very logical and see things from different perspective coupled with people-skills, you are capable of helping others expand their field of vision and see things as they are and should.

However, you were the source of your own destruction. You were always fighting with yourself and going back into the same cycle that you know you need to avoid. This cycle is likely a toxic ex, someone you are romantically involved in but weren’t good for you, yet you keep getting back into a relationship with him.

You were always pretending to be happy or you have convinced yourself that you are happy because from an outsider’s perspective, you have everything in order - a good job, stable finances. However, you were not.

You had very strict parents and upbringing which had led to you being stressed and feel that you have no control over your life and decisions. You also learnt to swallow your issues as you were taught that they were just ‘little things’ during your upbringing from your parents.

This bled into your adulthood where you were very uncomfortable with confiding with others with issue all while helping others with theirs. This was your way of pushing away your problems but they were there.

This had also bled into your toxic cycle with your toxic ex as he is pretty much the ‘bad boy’ you see from movies, the type your parents don’t like and all that leather jacket on a motorbike things. Being with him made you feel free, mainly stemming from the fact that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of this relationship.

This person you are romantically involved in is blunt and a flirt which caused many arguments between both of you as you believed the relationship to be exclusive but he went off and banged others or flirted, just not exclusive exclusive.

Those arguments had also destroyed part of your confidence and self-worth from all the things you see in drama, somethings along the lines of ‘you are being dramatic’ (which you were rightly so).

It was likely you ended up in an arranged marriage where both your husband and you were not the happiest in. Both of you were nice to each other and good friends but both of you know that you weren’t a ‘thing’ in reality. 

Your husband had feelings for you at some point but it was never developed due to not wanting to change the relationship as it wasn’t very big so it just kinda went off.

You were very awake of how others’ perceive you and you hold them in high regards. When you were different from their expectations, you question yourself and everything. You had a low self-esteem and confidence.

This could very likely be brought into your current life. You are very affected by what the people around you says about you and are paranoid to some extent.

What had you not learnt in your previous life that had been brought forth into your current life? Black Egg, Raccoon, Bee and Sea Serpent

You had yet to learn the true you. What do you like? What do you not like? What do you feel? Who are you?

The essential truth of who you are is undiscovered by you. You might even feel like there is no truth but there is.

You had not learnt to be your authentic self and here in your current life you are being led to learn about yourself. To focus on yourself, to work hard for yourself and on yourself, especially the hidden you.

Who cares about how others view you? You are to learn to not regard yourself as what others see you as. You are hiding in the dark, afraid.

However, you need to learn to be comfortable, even if you continue your facade for others as we all act differently around everyone and specific people, that’s okay. However, what is not alright is to take that personally. 

You are not comfortable with yourself. You don’t accept who you are. That’s not alright. You need to learn to be comfortable with yourself that even if what you portray externally were way off from how you truly are, you are alright with that. What others say does not affect you.

With the Sea Serpent energy, you are being led to express yourself and your desires without fear or shame. To loosen the grip of self-judgement and to heal all of your wounds, even your deepest and inner-most ones. 

Through this tough journey, you are protected and loved, no matter who you are and what stage you are in. 

In your current life, you have to learn and go through this journey. In this journey, however tough and daunting, you are supported by your divine spirit guides.

You are not alone in this.

You need to resolve the issue around self-image and success. 

Sometimes, using a ‘mask’ or stage name works in artists’ favour while others, limit their creativity. Am I who my audience think I am? What if I am ready to grow into something more? This energy would not let you off the hook until this creative ego fear is resolved.

You are likely attracted to creative things, especially writings or voices, which leads to music being a big part of your life. They are likely your stress-relief and your inspiration. You could had picked up on a musical instrument or learnt singing / rapping / beat-boxing or enjoy writing your own content as well. 

You are a creative and sensitive person. You do get along well with many people and do well in group work. However, you tend to overwork yourself and get tired. This is when you are out-of-balance. You are not meant to do well in circumstances where you are tired and lack a creative outlet, mainly the initial. 

You are a delight to be around but be sure to learn to reject and find time for yourself. You are not here to serve others except yourself. 

You are very kind and that’s awesome but remember to take care of yourself. Stand up for yourself. When you’re tired, say that you’re tired. You could very well be surprised by who others react to it. You might fear that they would talk behind your back that you disappoint them by refusing them but is that really the case? If someone were to tell you they’re tired, how would you react? Can’t you say the same for both you and them if the roles were to be reversed?

In your current life, you are to learn to be your authentic self. You will bless both you and the world around you through the unique, creative you. 

No matter what you choose, you are correct. There’s no wrong answer so long you, yourself, feel positively and strongly about it, not from others. 

Advice for your journey to your divine, authentic self

All Paths Lead Home: Inner authority. Intuition. Turn your gaze within.

You are your own authority, no one else. Let you guide yourself to what truly is for you. Learn to feel at home with yourself. 

It’s easy to fall onto the external world for guidance and validation but you have to overcome that and you can. You have the ability to do just that, to turn to your very soul and listen to yourself.

Start the day with being at home with yourself before letting the world in. Find time to periodically visit yourself throughout the day and outside with or without others. 

This is being called to you so that you would achieve a strong understanding and comfort of yourself to the point that the world does not shake you.

Star Brothers: Horus energy. Protection. Loyalty. Safety. Trust.

You’re more protected than you can imagine. It’s safe to open even the back of your heart. You’re being called to receive a new level of support now - from those in your life and from the benevolent beings you’re connected with. 

Throughout our many lives and trauma, we’ve became mistrustful and suspicious of loyalty and have blocks when it comes to receiving support and to learn that we need to go at life alone. That it’s not safe to let our guard down and our heart open. That the world isn’t a friendly place.

The Star Brothers want you to have a new experience of life on Earth. They want you to feel deeply secure and safe, even if you’re going through a difficult time. They want you to hand over your fears to them. To see them as opportunities to let in more love.

They’re guiding you to stay open to receiving a greater level of support than you can ever imagine, both in this world and beyond. To call in your team of loyal protectors and supporters, both physically, mentally and energetically. They want you to learn to soften through life’s ups and downs and to learn to open your heart, especially when it most wants to harden.

You are divinely protected by the divine spirits. They’re always looking out for you. So let loose and be yourself. 

We wish you well on your journey and hope to see your radiating, authentic self. 😊

We hope this had helped you, 🌻 AK!

For now, the little birdie shall return home 🏡 ~ Ring our doorbell whenever!

Rest well 💤 ~  

[thecandywrites]

Isthantari- The Series Part 1

And we’re back with more Jika! So, because I am super awkward, I ended the Isthantari story the way I did because I was trying to invite anyone who wanted their own date with a Jika to tell me so I could write that and @wolfofbluestardust was the first to take me up on my offer. So here we are! So this is her OC Lenora who is a pastry chef and owns her own bakery/pastry shop. And her own Jika- Jabari, who is awkward, pessimisstic and shy and Lenora is loud, bold and a hopeless romantic. Forbidden romance with a prince? Check. Sweet and fluffy overload? Check. Love at first scent? Double check. Awkwardness? QUADRUPLE CHECK. Lets do this!

And if anyone else wants one of these, message me.

Isthantari- Jabari and Lenora

“Thank you so much for doing this.” Sable thanked you as Jaxon and his brother Jabari carried in cases of the Jika fruits into your pastry shop.

“You’re welcome, I’m excited, so what do I need to do to them?” You posed curiously as you looked the fruits over curiously.  

“Well they’ve already been frozen and thawed so they’ll be sweet for you so you don’t need to do much else. I’m really excited to see what you’ll be able to do with them.” Sable beamed happily as she arranged one of everything onto a long counter with a set of tools to open the fruits so that you could try them yourself, grinning when you ‘oohed’ at the different flavors as your brain kicked into overdrive as you quickly wrote out what your inspiration was telling you to do with them.

“Well give me a few days at least to play with these and see what I can do, but right off the top of my head, macaroons and cupcakes, with this as a filling or to flavor buttercream frosting.” You suggested.

“I was thinking the same thing. Well, if you can’t get a hold of me you can tell Jabari because he’s been put in charge of getting the produce to earth chefs and he’s also in charge of pricing. I can already tell you, this one will probably be pretty expensive because a giant tree only grows one seed pod, granted that pod has over a thousand seeds but you only get one pod a season. So I’m still working on trying to see if I can cross breed it to either get bigger pods or more pods per tree. But the fruit around the seed is literally the blue raspberry flavor a lot of candy has and the seed to me is a cross between a macadamia and a cashew.” Sable explained as you bit into the fruit and felt your knees go weak and ate the rest of the fruit before biting into the seed in the middle.

“I see what you mean by the macadamia nut but I’m getting hints of Brazil nut too.” You pointed out as Sable tried it again.

“Yeah, you’re right, Brazil nut. The nuts I think would be good dipped in chocolate or perhaps into a baklava or something.” Sable mused as you nodded in agreement to that and wrote that down too.

You and Sable had been friends for a long time, you had become a pastry chef and owned your own bakery but because Sable was a friend of yours and her inter-galactic and inter-species connections meant that you were usually her go-to person to see if alien foods would be palatable or be made palatable for humans and as a bonus, you were also who a lot of aliens like to come to for sweets that were for them a taste of home. And when aliens got married, you were their go to for wedding cakes in flavors that were literally other worldly, you had alien staff that helped you with flavors and styles that were even a hit with the humans.

And then you noticed it. Sable’s relationship with Jaxon and the absolutely doting way he was around her and the smitten way she acted around him.

“So…? What’s up with that?” You whispered to Sable with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Oh, Jaxon and I are together, it’s just uh, supposed to be under the radar, you see, the Jika are controlled by a queen and “technically” speaking, she’s the only one who’s supposed to breed in the colony and will kill rivals. And...yeah, so she’s not. And let me just say, damn.” Sable giggled as her whole face blushed beet red.

“Oh?” You giggled yourself. A forbidden romance? Be still your beating heart!

“Ok so the Jika are really sensitive to smells, in particular pheromones, that’s how the queen controls the hive, just like our bees do, so anyway, so Jaxon took one whiff of me and thought I was a queen and  he quickly kind of totally fell in love with me and dear god the sex is out of this world, but don’t worry, he can’t knock me up, it’s fine, but he calls me his ‘Isthantari’ which means ‘one I am devoted to for life’ and so while we have to be careful and as long as I don’t pose a threat of any kind to the actual queen and as long as I don’t attract any others, we’re fine. I just have to wear a fuck ton of deodorant and perfume. Actually Jaxon’s brothers, because Jaye started a relationship with another doctor a couple of years ago, most think that because they’re not the queen’s consorts that they’ll never find love but when Jaye and Jaxon realized that they could, their brothers are realizing they can have a life and romance outside the hive. So if you’re interested, I can try to set you up. You just, literally have to be very careful. And if they’re attracted to your scent, great, if not, don’t take it personal, more fish in the sea and all that, and one may think you’re the living end and another won’t, so it’s an individual thing too.” Sable tried to explain and warn you as Jaxon and Jabari finished getting the last of the fruits inside and you got a good look at him. He was handsome and that purple sheen to his black was quite beautiful.

“How big of a dick are we talking here?” You whispered before Sable gestured and described it and your eyes went wide but the biggest excited smile plastered on your face before she described the sex too and the royal jelly and you were beyond intrigued.

“Hell yeah sign me the fuck up,” you agreed before a plan bloomed in your head.

“Jabari right?” You repeated his name when he came back to stand next to Jaxon who was standing next to Sable, waiting further instructions as you held your hand out to shake one of his before he stepped forward and shook your hand.

“Hi, I’m Lenore, so Sable said to keep in touch with you when I have something for you guys to try, so I’ll need your phone number and email address.” You insisted before he puled a cell phone out of his, what you could only describe was an alien fanny pack because he wasn’t really wearing any other clothes and gave you his phone number and email address.

And then like a woman possessed, you spent the next three days experimenting before you created a plethora of cup cakes, macaroons and all kinds of desserts before you texted Jabari that you had things for him to try. Sable and Jaxon were delivering goods to another chef so that only Jabari could come which was perfect. You had worked up a sweat working on all this and part of you was hoping that Jabari would like your scent the way Jaxon had liked Sable’s.

“Hey, you made it, come on in,” you invited him warmly as you took him back into the kitchen where you had everything displayed on the long counter for him as your other employees manned the front counter.

You watched Jabari very carefully for his reactions, remembering that Sable had told you to watch his antennae movement as well and noticed that on most of it, his antennae were wiggling like crazy as you wrote that down. But to your chagrin, he didn’t seem to give you much of any other reactions other than simply moving down the table and continuing to eat one of each item methodically.

And you did your best to stay close to him but the closer you tried to get, the father away he tried to stay. Ok, so this one didn’t like you. Maybe he was one of the brothers that didn’t think the risk was worth it.

“Can I take this with me?” Jabari requested as he gestured to everything on the table.

“Sure. For Sable to try?” You guessed as you got a to go box and started putting the treats in it for him.

“...yes.” Jabari slowly affirms and not only takes the box but went to the front and ordered one of everything you make at the store and he leaves with a few cases of your goods.

The next day you texted Sable to see how she liked your sweets.

‘I didn’t get any.’ Sable informed you. ‘Although with Jika, when they find something they like, they inhale it, they must have been really good that he ate it all.’ She tried to assure you.

‘Well it would have been nice for him to SAY so. He wouldn’t give me so much as a hum or any thing. Not even a ‘this was good’.’ You complained.

‘Jika are really AWKWARD at first. I had no idea Jaxon liked me until three days after I met him in person. Jaxon fought with himself to keep away from me because his instincts were telling him to mate with me already and he was trying to be professional. So if he came off as stand off-ish it’s because they are usually pretty stoic. Once you get passed that, then their personality will come through.’ Sable explained. ‘Do you have what you need to make more? Because now I really want to try some.’ Sable urged.

‘Yeah, I should, give me by the end of the day today.’ You answered and right at ten minutes to close, Sable, Jaxon and Jabari returned, Jabari’s antennae were a bit droopy though and were your eyes deceiving you or was his abdomen bigger than it was yesterday?

“I’d like to apologize for making you make these again, I had a lapse in self control and ate it all.” Jabari apologized meekly.

“I’ll only forgive you if tell me your honest appraisals of everything.” You returned with a wicked curve to your grin and he perked up quite a bit at that before he just went on and on in amazing detail about every tiny little thing as Sable and Jaxon tried and really enjoyed each item as you were just suddenly overwhelmed, it was like getting the most glowing review from a food critic but in person and when he grabbed your hand to lead you out into the front to the display case as he then gave you a review of each thing, you realized, he did, eat every. Single. Thing. And you fell in love with the way he described your food because he made it sound like you had made each thing just for him and he appreciated and was deeply moved by it all and in awe of it all. You should have recorded this to write it down to actually put it into your menus. When he was done, you were almost ready to cry.

“Thank you.” You thanked him and flung your arms around him to hug him as he awkwardly hugged you back and you felt his antennae tap the back of your head gently just as the employees were closing the store.

“You’re welcome. You’re very talented.” Jabari praised as he seemed to give into the embrace and hugged you so tight it was a little hard to breathe and you noticed he’s petting your hair. You quite like it.

“Would you like to go get a drink with me?” You asked boldly as you pulled away from the embrace.

“Uh, you have drinks here?” Jabari tiled his head slightly in confusion as he gestured to your coffee bar and your fountain drink dispenser.

“No, alcoholic drinks.” Sable corrected as she came out from the back and handed you a sheet of paper with her and Jaxon’s reviews written on it and on the other side was suggestions of pairings which you folded and put into your pocket.

“Uh, can Jika…?” Jabari put to Jaxon who nodded ‘yes’ before he said something in the Jika language and it sounded encouraging.

“Sure,” Jabari confirmed and you could tell he was nervous.

“Come on.” You urged as you grabbed your things and took his hand and led him down the street to a local bar and pub that you liked to go to after a long day and you got dinner and a drink and smiled when he got the fruitiest drink they had and ate the slice of pineapple and orange that came with it.

“So how come you couldn’t tell me all that yesterday?” You posed after you placed your order.

“I needed time to compose myself and get my thoughts in order.” Jabari answered as he played with the rind of his orange nervously.

“Do I make you nervous?” You asked as you tilted your head to the side.

“No,” Jabari answered probably a little too quickly and a little too loudly.

“Really? Because your body language says otherwise.” You argued before he stopped fiddling with the rind and sat on his hands.

“It’s ok to be nervous, I don’t think any less of you if you are. But I do appreciate honesty. Just tell me and don’t leave me guessing.” You advised before a fight broke out at the bar and in a split second and faster than you could blink, you were wrapped up in his arms and he literally flew you both out of there and towards the Jika ship. You struggled until you realized how high you were and literally stopped struggling to cling to him so tightly you wrapped yourself around him even though his hold on you was pretty hard already.

“Jabari! What the fuck are you doing?!” You screamed as you looked down over the city and noticed it was...actually really pretty as that suddenly seemed to kick some sense into him and out of the instinct that had taken over him.

“Huh?” Jabari seemed to ask as he came to his senses and quickly changed direction to fly you back to the pub before he landed gently on the ground and put you down.

“Don’t move.” You ordered before you went back into the restaurant, got your food to go and came back out, paying the waitress and leaving a hefty tip, because the poor thing thought you ran out on the bill.

You came back out and practically hopped back into his arms.

“Ok, now you can go wherever you were taking me before.” You told him before he seemed to look at you a little more appreciatively and took off, his wings easily flying you through the air as his hold on you was secure as you held onto the food before he seemed to fly into a blue beam of light and in a flash, you were on the Jika ship and he was flying you through the ship as you watched on in wonder before he came to his quarters before he put you back down.

“That was really fun, just warn me the next time you want to go flying.” You gently teased as you looked around and saw what looked like a table and chair and had to hop up to sit on it and got your food out.

“So this is your place? It’s nice.” You appraised.

“Thank you.” Jabari nodded as he opened his food container and pulled up a chair and sat down and began to eat.

“So are you just naturally flighty?” You asked.

“No, Jika are fierce warriors.” Jabari countered.

“And yet half a second after the first punch was thrown you had both of us out of there and half way here already.” You argued firmly because you knew he was being protective, he just didn’t want to admit it.

“An instinct to keep you from danger kicked in and took over.” Jabari tried to explain delicately and a little dismissively but you were undeterred.

“Really? Aww, why?” You demanded with a bright smile.

“What Sable told you about Jika in my position?” Jabari returned.

“That you weren’t chosen for a royal consort and so you simply have a job to serve the hive but that you and your brothers are learning you can have a life outside the hive.” You repeated with a smug grin.

“Uh huh.” Jabari nodded.

“And that you’re affected by pheromones and that that’s the reason her and Jaxon are together because she smelled like a queen to him. So, do my pheromones do the same to you?” You asked plainly.

“Yes, and it will get both of us killed.” Jabari confessed.

“So it’s dangerous, some people really like that, the whole forbidden romance thing, that’s what sells books and movies and love songs.” You shrugged.

“It could be the downfall of the Jika as a whole, because if it’s seen as something any and all Jika can do, soon all the worker Jika could go back into incubation and have the ability to ignore the hive mind and our society and ways of doing things could cease to...” Jabari tried to argue before you grabbed his face, used your thumbs to move his mandibles out of the way to kiss him and smiled into the kiss when he kissed back and nearly climbed over the table to pull you up out of your seat to hold you as he picked you up and kissed you deeper.

“Oh fuck,” Jabari breathed as his hands pet your body which made you feel feverish because holy shit, did he taste good and this was great.

“So don’t tell the hive mind.” You managed to say between heated kisses as his bed appeared out of the floor.

“I need, I need you to tell me to stop.” Jabari pleaded desperately in a last ditch effort to save you from his imagined fate.

“Why?” You asked as you pulled away to look at him as you cocked your head to the side.

“Because if lay you down, I’m gonna mate with you and I won’t be able to stop myself at that point, right now, if you don’t want this, you have to stop me right now.” Jabari pleaded.

“Yeah I don’t want you to stop though because the forbidden romance is totally my thing and if I smell like your queen by all means, make me your queen but without actually getting us killed.” You breathed.  

“Fuck, well ok then.” Jabari caved and pinned you to the bed and in lighting fast speed, he stripped you out of your clothes, which having four hands came in handy and then his cock emerged and you gasped in surprise.

“Wow, that’s huge,” you purred before you wrapped your legs around his waist and tried to align yourself onto him and when the tip touched your slit, the slightly cooling yet tingling sensation began to spread into your womanhood before you noticed a duct appear on his chest and start oozing a yellow liquid.

“What’s that?” You asked as you pointed to it.

“Royal jelly, we make it during mating,” Jabari answered as he got into position and his breath shuddered when you licked it up and to you, it tasted like a mango, passion fruit, papaya, lychee and super ripe pineapple smoothie. It was so good. You easily licked it up and had to strain your neck a little to reach the duct and closed your mouth over it and sucked it before your tongue swirled around it just as he entered you and his hips stuttered as his breath fluttered as he temporarily forgot how to function because it felt so good and you couldn’t help but moan when he filled you, no stuffed you full and you whimpered as your hips rocked into him, trying to take him as deep as you could and when he really started to move as one hand held him above you so he wouldn’t crush you but the other three arms were wrapped your chest, your waist and your rear.

“Am I hurting you at all?” Jabari asked worriedly.

“No, but if you stop now I’ll hurt you.” You insisted before you played with the duct with your tongue which practically made him come apart again as he picked up the pace as you greedily sucked down that royal jelly.

“You’re so small and you’re so soft, yet you’re fiercer and bolder than any warrior I’ve ever met.” Jabari tried to praise you as you snorted a laugh.

“Oh no, are you choking?” Jabari asked as he pulled away before you pulled him back.

“Nope, laughing. Everyone says I’m tiny yet fierce.” You grinned before you attached your mouth over the duct again and sucked hard and that only made him hump you harder which was exactly what you needed to reach orgasm and just as you were barely coming down that knot at the base was now at your entrance and was drenched in your essence and with one last good thrust it popped inside and you cried out as your lower belly really bulged but instead of pain, you only felt a slight discomfort but otherwise it was nothing but pleasure as you were pumped full as your mouth was suddenly pumped full of royal jelly too and you tried to gulp it all down.

“Fuck,” it was your turn to cuss once you finished drinking it all down but you were still basking in after glow and you felt like you had melted and had slowly started to solidify in his arms again. “Wow, that was...wow.” You tried to have a coherent thought.

“Uh huh,” Jabari nodded in agreement as he very carefully laid down on his side with you still in his arms as he tried pulling a soft blanket over both of you to make sure you didn’t get cold without your clothes on.

“So why were you so weird the other day?” You asked him.

“I was trying not to mate with you and tried to stay professional, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings by not giving you the feedback you needed at the time.” Jabari explained as he ran his fingers through your hair marveling at it.

“Hey, it’s understandable,” you chuckled before you felt his cock shrink and the knot popped out and you expelled, what to you- felt like a gallon of his cum all over the bed and when you reached down between you to touch it, you marveled at it’s holographic nature and then out of curiosity you licked your finger clean and giggled.

“My cum tastes funny?” Jabari asked in confusion.

“Your cum literally tastes minty, like sweet mint gum.” You cackled as you licked your other fingers clean.

“What?” Jabari asked as he watched you curiously.

“Your cum, it tastes like mint gum, something humans actually like and think tastes really good.” You explained.

“Oh,” Jabari blinked.

Once you both recovered, you got redressed and he literally flew you home. “So am I your Isthantari now?” you asked as he put you down on your front step with surprising precision and care.

“If you want to be.” Jabari returned.

“Hell yeah,” you beamed before you pulled him down to kiss him again.

“Goodnight Jabari, I had a lot of fun tonight, by the way, you owe me for dinner.” You teased as you playfully pat his chest.

“Oh, that’s right, uh, yeah, I’ll...take you out for another alcoholic beverage, soon. Tomorrow?” He asked.

“Tomorrow. And I want to go flying again after, so don’t drink too much, don’t want you flying while drunk.” You winked before you went into your apartment.

[katatty]

Recap: Veronaville Round 4 (Spring)

Just remembered I haven’t done an recap for the Veronaville round I recently completed yet, oops! Better late than never? For any new followers, this is a summary of everything important that went on during this spring rotation! I have a recap page HERE, if you want to read about what else has been going on in this neighbourhood. More general info here. Once I finish this round of my Hollyhead BACC I’ll be continuing with Pleasantview Plus - next up will be more college, followed by Downtown.

Yikes - this was an eventful round! Feels like it went on forever, haha! It’s actually only been 4 months though, which is a lot better than the 10 months Strangetown took... 

Started the rotation with Chloe and Nina’s house. It’s Spring and Chloe was taking full advantage of the romantic season to finally try and nail down that 20 Woohoos LTW. She went on a bit of a romance rampage including numerous townies, Ripp Grunt, and even her brother’s girlfriend. 

She and Nina also had some adventures as a couple, inviting the Summerdreams over for some redheaded bisexual action.

Unfortunately all this lovin’ distracted her from work a bit and she ended up getting fired - leading to some insecurity in her relationship with Nina, who was racking up promotions in her job at the Monty restaurant. 

They talked it out, though, and Nina was nothing but supportive. Communication wins! 

After that, Chloe decided the time had come to propose - and Nina said yes!!

There was some trouble brewing, however... 

Next up was Antonio’s branch of the Monty family! 

Beatrice kicked things off by asking Buck Grunt to go steady, which totally threw me for a loop.

Benedick was still going steady with Bo Summerdream.

All was going well between them, until his best friend Hal Capp revealed she’d been seeing him on the side. Ben was not happy!!!

Antonio was exploring his options and starting to date a little, too. Nina Caliente took him on a few dates. 

In the end, though, it was Florence Delarosa who captured his heart.

He took her on a date to a pottery class, and proposed at the end of it!!

Meanwhile her local business was booming, and she hired recent graduate Emily Lee to help out in the shop.

Small bit of relevant college stuff - at Mercutio’s graduation party, Juliette caught Romeo cheating on her with Roxie Sharpe.

However, after talking it through with her and Jonah he decided to put things with them to and end and try and patch things up with Juliette. 

He proposed to her at their dorm and she accepted, on the condition that he took her name when they married. Juliette is savvy! 

At the Monty Ranch, Mercutio returns home to help his grandmother with the llama rearing. He’s now the de-facto heir, as Isabella is NOT happy about the engagement. 

He quickly discovered his Nonna hasn’t been too lonely without him and has befriended some other elder ladies. She, Dora Ottomas and Jenny Smith meet regularly for mahjong. Jenny flirts and little here and there...

His fiancee, Goldie Hart, visits regularly. 

Meanwhile Isabella gets bitten by the local leader of the pack, becomes and werewolf and turns Mercutio for good measure. That’ll keep things even with the Capps...

Then it’s over to the other side of the river... The Capps have noticed the recent expansion of the Monty side and, not to be outdone, have invested in a new set of shops on their side! They hope to attract small business owners and will be approaching a few of their residents about going into business.

The first of these is the Tinkers! Melody is exasperated as always with her parents and can’t BELIEVE they think now is a good time to open a toy shop. It’s not just that Melody hates toys… her little brother Timmy was born recently and she’s worried the new business won’t leave her parents with a lot of time to take care of him. Her parents act like a pair of big kids most of the time, and she often feels like the only responsible person in the house. It’s tough, sometimes! 

Her fears aren’t entirely unfounded. She leaves her parents unsupervised for half an hour, and look what happens! This is the THIRD fire I’ve had with these guys. It’s worth mentioning I play them ISBI style when they’re not at work doing business stuff, haha. 

Melody’s girlfriend Miranda is at college, but Melody misses her like crazy and rolls wants to see her almost every day. They’re in an open relationship for now, at least until they can close the distance gap...

She hangs out with Bo Summerdream a little, who flirts with her a bit...

Wanda and Stephen prove to be fantastic parents as always, ignoring their screaming infant in favor of cuddling for hours on end.

They do an okay job running the shop, though. Mostly.

They don’t seem too worried about the Montys spying on the enemy turf...

At Capp manor, Contessa has a stern word with her daughter Cordelia, who just doesn’t seem interested in taking over the family business.

However, the family witchcraft certainly piques her interest and she decides to start studying it! Good magic, of course. 

Tybalt returns from college and moves home, immediately getting a job in the business. It’s not his passion, but he florishes nicely there, and gets along great with his aunt/boss Goneril.

He also proposes to his boyfriend, Tiave Tricou, and takes him home to meet the family. 

Juliette visits next for another word with dear old grandmother. They’re a little concerned about her engagement to Romeo, but agree to it as long as he takes on the Capp name and gives up his ties to his family.

Later that night, Caliban and Contessa get into a nasty fight. It’s the latest of many, and this time Contessa isn’t feeling forgiving! 

She casts a curse on him and has him killed by bees. 

Cordelia is heart-broken and immediately suspects her mother, not believing for a moment any of this was an accident. She shares these suspicions with Tybalt and he privately vows revenge, although she’s terrified for his safety and hopes he flees town.

In a complete change of tone, Denise decided to move to Veronaville with her son after their bakery in Bluewater Village went bust. They’re not sure why it flopped… maybe because Yves was the only one who could bake? Maybe because Gilbert was dating multiple employees at once, and they all quit when they found out? Veronaville was Denise’s pick for 3 reasons.

Nobody knows who they are, so they can pretend to be from Champ Les Sims! That way customers are bound to trust Denise’s croissants…

The Capp family are offering excellent business loans, hoping to improve tourism in the area. 

Since there are so many multi-generational families here, women might not be put off my Gilbert living with his mother! Denise is sick and tired of Gilbert playing the “I live with my mother” card whenever the threat of long term commitment looms. 

Their round is mostly all business, with Gilbert dating around a bit. 

He even asks out recently widowed Bella Goth a few times. She keeps saying no initially but when they have a chance meeting on a community lot she initiates things!

Denise, who I gave a romance secondary, also finds time for romance! She dates local criminal mastermind Rich Mann, partially in response to receiving threats from the Montys. 

Denise and Gilbert both keep rolling wants to learn hairdressing and Crystal Vu keeps wandering by, leading to endless makeover disasters...

Sorry, Crystal. They get it right eventually. 

Monica Bratford (Puck’s fiancee) starts renting a place, although she won’t be played until next round...  she’s looking forward to opening her own boutique in town and starting up her new range of cruelty free makeup products.

The house next to her is being rented by fellow graduates Brittany Upsnott & Ellen Frost! Britt wants to be a journalist and Ellen plans on going into law.

At Goneril’s branch of the Capp family, Desdemona and Hal bond on their terrible decisions in love. Des has a crush on her straight BFF Beatrice Monty and Hal has a thing for Benedick, who he worries he’s completely messed things up with forever. 

He needn’t worry, though. To my sheer amazement when Benedick came over they started joking and laughing like everything was totally fine and Hal never stole his girlfriend? I guess they just can’t stay mad at each other...

Des gets a bit of a makeover! To her surprise, Goneril approves. She’s been trying to go easy on her kids, lately.

Hal and Bo continue dating, but the differences between Capps and Summerdreams are starting to show. She’s not remotely impressed or interested in his new job...

Academie Le Tour like what they see, though. Between perfect A+ grades, topping his career in a single day, mastering dance (ballet) and maxing the creativity skill he is moneyed up ready for college!!!  He’s got the “Become the Law” LTW and I’ve no doubt he’s going to be a huge success as the corrupt Capp family lawyer.

So he was off to Académie Le Tour. Hal felt a little sad to be leaving town without fixing things with Ben properly, but maybe the distance would do them good. Bo was coming along to the same university as him, but we wasn’t sure what was going to happen with them. Things had been kind of rocky, understandably, the way they got together was all wrong and it just didn’t feel right without Ben in the picture… ugh.

Perhaps at college he could have a more sensible, drama-free love life? Or, better yet, he could stop worrying about relationships and focus on his studies! Yeah, that sounded great. He’d work hard, graduate with honors, start his own law firm, and worry about marriage and kids later, maybe when the family found a good match for him.

Des does a lot of good big-sister-ing, single handedly raising Lysander and talking Ariel through gender identity questions.

Goneril gets the promotion she’s been hoping for. It was her dream, she’d always thought. It was her dream.

And yet she wasn’t completely satisfied. When she’d imagined running the company, it wasn’t as a co-partner to a reanimated zombie of her mother. And she’d envisaged herself as the owner of the company, not simply doing all the hard work while her niece reaped in the rewards.

Albany, who aged up recently, talks Goneril through her insecurities, and assures her she’ll be on top (lol) some day. 

Ariel and Lysander grow up! Though their party is a total shitshow.

The Summerdreams are very same-old - Bo continues to slack off and the parents continue to make out all the time and neglect their kids.

She and Benedick Monty make the break-up official.

And so she spends a lot of time hanging out with BFF Lucy Burb instead. They dream of becoming criminal masterminds together someday... they do have pretty good chemistry and a slightly flirty dynamic, but neither of them has ever acted on it for fear of messing up the friendship. 

She dates Melody Tinker instead, which goes better than I expected! They fell in love and everything. 

Oberon and Titania got some “new” looks.  These two have centuries worth of clothing in their wardrobe…

Titania has a brief date with Chloe Curious, and asks her about her pregnancy. Chloe is cage-y initially, but is relived when Titania proposes she and Oberon adopt the baby. She and Nina don’t want kids, so it’s a perfect solution! 

Regan and Cornwall have a pretty decent marriage. It never used to be that passionate, sparks-flying-everywhere, can’t-get-enough-of-each-other love, but it’s grown a lot over the years. They’ve both supported each other through thick and thin, things in the bedroom have got gradually spicier, and become true partners in crime - at this point Regan doesn’t want to imagine life without him.

Their son Lear is a very dutiful, studious kid. He’s very moral and justice-oriented, for a Capp, and takes everything very seriously. He’s aware neither of his parents are law-abiding and isn’t too thrilled with it, but he’s sure he can talk them around someday…

It’s mostly quite an uneventful, homely round. 

She does go out for tea with her sisters, though, which leads to a few fireworks. Regan is horrified that her genie-wish has lead to so much suffering, and regrets brining back Contessa. 

Poor Goneril has a lot of pent up jealousy brewing, which she directs at Cordelia. 

They make up eventually, though :)

After a few more promotions and a particularly successful heist which lands Cornwall a hefty $20,000, the married couple decide to relocate Downtown. It’s a little closer to work, and a little further away from the family’s deadly drama...

At the end of the round, Romeo graduates and visits the family restaurant to invite everyone to the wedding. They’re not thrilled, and a shouting match ensues.

He’s very suborn and sticks up for Juliette, but the prospect of being disowned by his entire family rattles Romeo. Despite Mercutio and Bianca giving him their support, when the wedding day comes he’s hesitant.

He ends up running away from her at the altar,

Juliette chased after him, furious, and accidentally curses him. Romeo’s struck by lightning and dies. 

She’s momentarily horrified, but when confronted by Mercutio she quickly doubles-down, reigniting the Capp-Monty feud.

[etcorsolus]

Bready’s Spotlight Challenge Part Four

The final part of the spotlight challenge, here’s numbers sixteen through twenty!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

#16. Your smuttiest fic: Does not exist. Look, I will read the filthiest shit and I will love every fucking second of it but I get so awkward trying to write smut. The closest I get is extremely vague and usually fade to black until after the deed is done. I have no idea what it is but I just can’t write the shit down. I’ve even tried! There is one scene, I believe it’s in the first chapter of A Revelation, that is a teensy bit smutty but even that is very vague as far as wording. I even started that scene with the intention of making it graphic and I just could not do it. So, no smut here. I will either rot your teeth with fluff or rip out your beating heart and show it to you. Very occasionally I will manage both in the same story.

#17. Your fluffiest fic: Down To One (Eskel/Cahir, Rated: T) Summary: In which, Cahir and Eskel have their first date. Yeah, this whole thing is just fluffy as fuck. I tend to listen to a lot of country music when the weather is warm. While I live in the city now, I grew up in the backwoods, people. So that’s my excuse for this fluff monster. I was listening to an ass ton of Blake Shelton and his songs are just so sweet and romantic and I could not get this first date out of my head. I love Eskel as a country boy and I’ve always thought it fit his character so well with his big heart and his love for animals. So yeah, I consumed a whole lot of country music and spewed out tooth rotting fluff in return.

#18. An event fic: Tu Me Manques (Eskel/Jaskier, Rated: T) Summary: In which, Eskel meets a bard who calms him. Body, mind, and soul. This was actually my very first event! I had written a couple fics and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for a full fledged event so when I found out the Eskel Big Bang was still accepting pinch hitters I signed up. I honestly didn’t think I’d get picked up but when I got the email I decided to do my best. I had plenty of time before the deadline and I didn’t have a minimum word count to meet since I was a pinch hitter. I still made myself shoot for the minimum word count for the event, which I believe was five thousand words. I got signed up to work with @cvbeebop, who is an absolutely incredible artist, and they had already started on their piece for their original author’s story. I had permission to use the original idea but it was based on a baking show I’d never seen and I just did not have any kind of inspiration for the idea itself. Luckily the artist was on board with a brand new idea and we started from scratch. I think I asked how they felt about self doubt and lots of mutual pining and I got a thumbs up emoji back and off we went. It was really fun to write for this event and the artwork that Bee did was just beautiful, it captured the moment exactly as I’d seen it when I wrote the scene for their first kiss. (P.S. Bee, if you’re reading this: yes, I still gush about that artwork and I will do so until I die because it is perfection.)

#19. Your favorite dialogue in a fic: Give Us A Smile (Lambert/Aiden, Rated: M) Summary: Five times Lambert smiles, plus one. The Not-Actually-A-Date Date (Lambert/Aiden, Rated: T)  Summary: In which, Lambert gets accosted by a crazy person and ends up with a date-that-is-not-actually-a-date, until it is. So these are both Lambden fics and I love them for their teasing. I always enjoy writing Lambden especially since I’ve really settled on my version of Aiden and he’s gotten pretty consistent as a character, even across different pieces he’s involved in. I tend to make him more verbally declarative than Lambert. For me, acts of service seem to be Lambert’s love language, while I’ve always written Aiden with more of a verbal love language. So Lambert will do things for you, in canon verse it’s generally things that the other witchers would need, so making extra bombs/potions for the Path, maintenancing equipment, caring for a mount. In modern verses I see Lambert going more for things that would make his lover’s life easier or that little bit more convenient. Whereas, I always picture Aiden to be very willing and capable of telling the people he cares about how much he loves them in any verse. These two fics are so different but I picked them both because I realized how much better I’ve gotten at keeping my ideas for a character focused. When I read back through these it’s easy for me to picture my Aiden, because anyone who writes him has their own version, whereas when I first started writing Aiden I felt he was very unfocused because I drew from so many other peoples iterations of him. So I love the dialogue in these because they really showcase my version of Aiden and I’m pretty proud of that guy!

#20. Your favorite title for a fic: A Viper in the Wolf’s Den (Lambert/Letho, Rated: T)  Summary: In which, Kaer Morhen is fucking cold and Letho opens the wrong door. Which turns out to be the right one after all. Look, I’m lame and I like my titles to be somewhere between edgy and pompous and this one just hit right in the sweet spot for me. Vague but still hinting at the story content and implying danger in this fluff fest of a fic, it always makes me smile lol

[stuntiteachers]

Masterpost of all the Post-series conclusions to Stuntiteacher AU stories

Mun: Here you go everyone! All the conclusions to stories I’ve had in my head these past few months, I hope you enjoy them for as long as it took me to write them all. I think I’ll probably draw some of these for my own enjoyment, as well as in general stuff regarding my favorite designs and what not. Like previously stated, I’m not done with this blog yet, this is more a precaution and just an in general “open endings to the stories”. I know some of these things are things people wanted to know about!

Post-Stuntiteachers AU

Please note that Cybertron and Earth are treated as two continents on the same planet in this AU.

Bee Team and Steeljaw travelled back to Cybertron to confront the corrupted high council. Very similar to in canon events, Cyberwarp managed to be a reckoning force that took Cyclonus down. The five were sentenced to prison, with Cyberwarp being in a separate jail and with a lessened punishment for her actions.

The new council is set up, with Windblade having to leave her teaching position in Earth until Cybertron elects their new council properly. Steeljaw, having the most authority regarding Decepticon affairs at that point, becomes an ambassador for Decepticons both in jail and out (until Soundwave and/or Starscream come out of their comas). He chooses to return to Earth to be with his own allies but keeps communications open and active with the Autobots to keep his post (he wants to make a change happen, and this is his best opportunity). Bee and his team return to their true home in Earth and resume their teaching/police jobs.

But you’re all here for the shipping side of things, so here we go on post-series fates.

Bee and Steeljaw awkwardly become friends through the Autobot/Decepticon alliance. At first it was still just strictly work related meetings but over time Steeljaw would just pull stuff to get his attention. Nothing past platonic, but an interesting development to both of their characters. Bee becomes more aware of what life is like for the Decepticons and becomes more sympathetic, while Steeljaw learns from Bee how to be a better person and strengthen his own existing relationships with his teammates and partner. After a while, they decide to make life easier for them work wise and do video chats every now and then (in private locations cause you don’t need cops finding out where your hideouts are).

Sideswipe and Strongarm both come out and confess their affections to Windblade when she returns back to Earth, and awkwardly ask which one of them she would consider dating if interested. Windblade takes a day to think, and decides if it was alright with them, she’d like to date them both. The three of them are very happy together, even if Strongarm and Sideswipe still squabble like children every now and then.

Grimlock and Drift remain good friends after Drift confides in Grim how he’s not particularly interested in romantic affairs (Grim is totally understanding about it and started asking before giving Drift big hugs). Drift even assists Grimlock in attempting to try asking Bumblebee out. Bee, although extremely flustered and nervous at the advance, accepts.

Slipstream and Jetstorm grow up with their ambitions of wanting to be police rookies and maybe one day becoming private investigators. They both suspect they’ll end up chasing down Airazor and Divebomb one day, as the two are trying to become bounty hunters like their dad. But until then, in their teen years, the four of them became close friends, and try double dating for a while, much to their fathers’ hesitation (“I’m not becoming an in-law to HIM no matter what”).

Fixit becomes an official un-official addition to the Clay family, moving in with Denny and Russell. He’s extremely happy every time he’s referred to as family although he lacks a proper connection to them in terms of title (“This is Fixit! He’s family!” “So what, your uncle or?” “He’s family!”). Fixit is also on great terms with Russell’s mother, funny enough, they bonded quickly.  When they got to college, Russell and Hank, who recently transitioned, became roommates.

They’ve never been mentioned in this AU, but Optimus and Ratchet got married and went on a month long honeymoon vacation when everything was over that marked the start of their retirement until they were ever needed again. I don’t make the rules…except I do, and these grandpas need a break.

A number of the captured Decepticons were given revised trials and changed sentences after Steeljaw became a temporary part of the council. The more violent and likely to cause harm cons stayed, but ones with less malicious motivations were granted pardons under the guise of “being a part of the mind control plot from the previous council”, thanks to Steeljaw’s manipulation. This allowed him to free his previous pack team of Thunderhoof, Quillfire, Underbite and Clampdown as well as some cons like Fracture, reuniting them with their families and loved ones. In addition to this, Decepticons were given more rights in their government, granting them more job opportunities, resources to shelters for the homeless cons, and marriage and adoption rights (proper official ones instead of the shady ones they got away with for years).

After they awoke from their respective comas (a few days apart ironically), Starscream and Soundwave were told of what the High Council was trying to do in terms of trying to summon Megatron. After a very one sided conversation between the two former commanders, they both understood exactly what it meant when Megatron left them both behind, Soundwave facing the grim acceptance at last and Starscream slowly but surely taking a step forward to his own mental recovery by not pursuing his abuser for a satisfaction he might not even get. Once hearing about how there was elections for a new high council, Starscream went to run for an official position promoting rights for the Decepticons while also bringing Cybertron to equal footing in terms of alliances (essentially taking over Steeljaw’s temporary position), while Soundwave, true to his nature, worked by his side if only to make sure he wasn’t getting into trouble and was actually following through with what he was saying. The two do well to mark a significant change in the Cybertronian government system, and although neither knows this, Megatron is extremely proud of the two of them.

Steeljaw and Thunderhoof finally got a proper sit down talk about their relationship, thanks to Bee’s side assistance with helping Steeljaw understand Thunderhoof’s side of things. They decided to separate for a while, just to give each other a healthy amount of distance and time to figure out where to go from there. Six months or so later, they started meeting up again as friends and within a year start dating again, far happier than they were before.

Quillfire and Springload started doing the odd travel expedition together once Back and Forth became teenagers and could be left alone with the house for a few days without too much chaos. During one of which, they found an undiscovered ancient civilization, which to Springload’s mind was his long lost Doradus, much to both of their pure joy and happiness. The archaeological find gave the family enough financial stability that Quillfire didn’t have to always steal for Springload’s medication, and Springload was given enough credibility that he was hired to work with other history seekers professionally. Springload thanked Quillfire for all his support when they brought their kids back to see “Doradus”, and proposed to him (Much to Back’s excitement and Forth’s bemoaning about going to a wedding).

Underbite and Scowl do pretty awesome together. After being together for five years, they end up adopting a baby from Shadow Raker and raise him together (they choose to never get married out of personal preference). They raise a little one named Stomper, affectionately called Stompy, who’s as destructive and excited as his dads are. They love their little one, with Scowl acting as a stay-at home dad for the first few years before switching with Underbite. Scowl genuinely loves giving his son a chance to be whoever he wants to be in life, a choice he didn’t get to have growing up. Thunderhoof and Clampdown also have a tenancy to visit specifically to see the kid, both having a weakness for little Stomper, melting their hearts every time. It’s legitimately the only time where no death threats are made by Thunderhoof.

Clampdown is still as sneaky and information filled as ever. Never really locked down to one place, he’s just doing his own thing, gaining few friends and more people wanting his head. He’s honestly fine with it though. He’s looking out for himself in the best way he can, and he knows when life gets too hard he can always crash at one of his few friends’ places for some kindness and positivity.  

Crazybolt and Slicedice, after being together for twenty five years, immediately got married when the law was passed. Slicedice bawled he was so happy, which made Crazybolt tear up, which made their employees wanna gag over how sickeningly love dovey it all was. They invited practically every con they knew, it was a fun time all around.  

Vertebreak and Nightstrike pretty much never changed their ways. Kept being the murdering duo they were, only now they changed workshops every now and again. In addition, Wingcode started joining them upon finding out about her brother’s way of avoiding capture (“My boyfriend destroys the bodies for me”), much to both of their displeasure because, oh man, is she prideful. Not to mention acutely aware of everything they do, so they got interrupted a lot any time they wanted to be romantic.

Glowstrike, Scorponok and Saberhorn’s business got officially recognized and they started allowing Autobots and non-Cybertronian raised humans into the neighborhoods they owned. Media broadcasted this as a kind gesture ushering in a new era of peace and unity between factions, but really they stopped caring, money is money. Their relationship was good and functional until Glowstrike ended up collapsing one day, much to her partners’ immense fear and concern. After taking her to a hospital (a good proper one, thank you new laws) they found out she was pregnant with twins and that it will take a lot of her if she keeps them. This lead to a conversation the three weren’t expecting to have, with Scorponok worried for Glowstrike’s well being, Saberhorn worried about parenthood and Glowstrike worried about how this’ll change things for them. All of course, boiling down to the question of “do they keep the kids or not”. It took them a week after finding out about it to decide to keep the kids, under Glowstrike’s request to have a quick group marriage before they’re born and before she starts showing (because she refused to get in a wedding dress for that and she’d be damned if she couldn’t have a nice dress for her day).  They had two healthy little girls named Lightbreak (taking after Saberhorn) and Firestrike (taking after Scorponok), and Glowstrike (although grateful her daughters were born) had her husbands’ take care of the babies the most in the first week, wanting to isolate herself for a while after the whole ordeal before going into her full motherly duties.  

Nightra and Scatterspike are happily in love. Neither rushing things too much, but just enjoying each other’s company to the fullest. It was very hard for her to say goodbye, but eventually Scatterspike did move out of the Scavenger residence in an effort to live with her girlfriend and pursue work in construction. She still tags along for the big scavenging trips in the winter though. Nightra keeps her work as being a thief, although she admittedly enjoys the pay she gets from the cops for tipping them off to some really nasty criminals she works with.

Paralon eventually gets gently rejected by Dragstrip after trying a proper confession (Dragstrip mostly was just wincing cause he’s pretty bad at reading these things in general), but wasn’t too worse for wear. He’s still got his ambitions to make a name for himself, so he started experimenting with his talents by trying a lot of different jobs. He hasn’t found anything in particular to pursue yet, but he’s hopeful.

Thermidor and Clawtrap are still as bickery as ever, and after Scatterspike and Paralon moved out, it got worse for a while. Being alone with each other for so long made them remember how much the other irked them, at least with the whole group they could avoid each other. It took a while, but eventually some of the other cons got fed up and forced them into a couples therapy-like session with Kickback (who considers himself pretty neutral with all relationship-like shenanigans he seems to get wrapped into). After answering in stubborn and snarky attitudes for majority of the questions, Kickback managed to sneak some truth serum (courtesy of Scatterspike and her experimental syringes) into their drinks, and they started spilling what they actually loved about each other. It was messy and embarrassing as heck, but it worked out in the end, and they could actually admit out loud that were dating.

The Corvicons are doing pretty alright for themselves. Filch has been doing really well gathering her shiny things to sell, but she’s also made formidable improvement with her customer service, becoming a favorite of frequent customers. Boostwing one day comes home with the proud statement of having successfully asked out his shiny friend from the scrapyard he visits (it was Kickback), and that motivated Jacknab to properly pursue Razorhorn (“He’s shiny to me! He’s really stupid shiny!”). Pilfer is perfectly content staying single for a while longer, amused by his brothers’ antics in courting.

Through a lot of emotional comfort and confiding between themselves, Shadelock and Roughedge started dating, Roughedge gladly being Shadelock’s shoulder to lean on on the hard days and Shadelock giving Roughedge all the love he deserves. Wildbreak cried when Roughedge told him, while Dragstrip just sighed heavily over his stupid partner being stupid.

After being worn down, Motormaster eventually accepted trying to fix things with Shadow Raker. At least that’s what it seemed, but Motormaster actually had a plan of faking it until he could reach a point where he could destroy Shadow Raker’s heart like he did to him all those years ago. Slashmark and Heatseeker avidly mention how stupid that plan was, holy shit, what a STUPID PLAN, but Motormaster is honestly king of stupid ideas so he goes to that dinner date an hour later than he should’ve been, watching Shadow Raker wait in the cold the whole time. Thing is, as the date goes on (and on, because Shadow Raker refuses to let the night end yet) both of them start picking up on facts from the other regarding that “betrayal” that separated them. After going to the warehouse in question, both tried to recount the whole event in detail and after a while, they figure out what actually happened was one of their mutual enemies set it up so while Motormaster got arrested, Shadow Raker would come out of hiding to save him and would lead to setting them both up for an assassination attempt, but there was miscommunication and Shadow Raker didn’t find out about the arrest until much, MUCH later, when the damage had been done. Motormaster lost it when he figured it out, and after smashing some things in the warehouse to vent his rage, started hardcore crying cause all these years he’s been hurting over hating someone he loved for something that wasn’t even either of their faults. Shadow Raker laughed through his own tears, cause he almost forgot how emotional his partner could get. They embraced and Motormaster really couldn’t understand how Shadow Raker could wait for so long for him, and he replied saying Motormaster was worth it, he was always worth it. They got back together, and in a little less than a year got engaged like they wanted to be since the war days ended.

As a result of the reunion, Motormaster told his team he was aware of their relationships (“Very, VERY aware”) and that they have his permission to be open about it and that he’ll stop wearing his own copies of their rings out of possession (Shadow Raker side commented it was to wear his own ring to which he was promptly cut off by an embarrassed Motormaster). The other Stunticons were ecstatic about not having to hide or lie or be apart anymore and they all went out to celebrate and as a result came out to their fellow cons. There was a lot of cheers/groans from the cons that had bets going on about them.

Heatseeker and Slashmark didn’t change too much in terms of their relationship, although parties and gatherings were a lot healthier for Slashmark, not having to bite his tongue or drown his sorrows in alcohol. And Heatseeker was more than happy to have his favorite person next to him. The group still continued to be pretend teachers to new generations of cons, however Heatseeker and Slashmark actually found that they really enjoyed being teachers and started going an extra mile with their jobs with some extracurriculars for the students that wanted them. In addition, with the new laws in place Heatseeker found himself motivated to making sure his students wouldn’t suffer in their youth like he once had, and any time he noticed one of them not having a consistent lunch or new bruises, he’d pull them aside and ask them what was up, and if it was bad, let them know about soup kitchens and shelters for the nights it gets too hard. In addition, if he knows their parent personally he’ll make sure to make their life hell cause “c’mon, is this how you want to go down in their life? As the asshole they want dead?”. Slashmark and Heatseeker also decide to show sympathy to their teammates and gave them their extra mattress in return for a week off of their after hour crime jobs. They used that week to have a trip to Cybertron, just the two of them and their homeland’s sights. They got married a few months after Dragstrip and Wildbreak did.

Wildbreak and Dragstrip actually managed to end up having some good luck for once. Their jobs ended up getting them more money; their quick work and (in Wildbreak’s case) good attitude got the attention of some of their employers and they got raises. They managed to get enough to move out of their shitty apartment building and into a better one without roaches or awful landlords, with a similarly small apartment, but now with a decent bed. They still aren’t overly fond with their teaching jobs, but they aren’t quitting those. They do, however, get into some new weekend jobs through their hobbies. Dragstrip got to test out new race cars thanks to Kickback, Crazybolt and Slicedice’s jobs, while Wildbreak would volunteer at Shadow Raker’s foster care to take care of the younger kids. It was weird at first, having separate jobs, but both enjoyed it enough to make it work out, still happy to come home to each other. After many years of consideration and consulting others on it, Dragstrip did eventually go to Vertebreak for top surgery, Wildbreak by his side as long as he could. His dysphoria was still present, but Dragstrip did find it worked out well for him, occasionally patting his chest every now and then in pride (Motormaster continued to provide his own advice out of mutual experience). He also stopped smoking since he had to two weeks prior to the surgery anyway (and Wildbreak never was fond of it, he noted). Wildbreak was actually the one to properly propose; nothing fancy or public, just the two of them having a simple candlelit dinner in their little apartment, with Wildbreak proceeding to list off all the things they’ve done in the years they’ve been together and how he hopes they’ll still have plenty of new adventures to come together. It was beautifully cheesy, cause Dragstrip actually wanted to propose to him the same gosh darn night and they both just kind of collapsed on each other laughing and crying over how stupid they were but if that wasn’t them, who knows what is. Their wedding was sweet and simple, and after of few months of being newlyweds, they started talking about potentially adopting a kid.

Thanks for reading everything up to now! I hope you’ve enjoyed :D

[roslinadama-sinequanon]

Picture is not part of my creative talent but that Knudscheldiese.

Just in time for Valentine’s Day- A Shandy Proposal!

CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT-PART 6

“Andy, is everything all right?”

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“You seem very distracted. You have since we got back from our massage.”

They had a lovely intimate table next to the fireplace in the inn’s cozy dining room and a view of the skaters on the pond, yet Andy seemed more focused on the door leading into the inn’s lobby. It wasn’t like him to be so inattentive. Usually when they had dinner together he was 100% focused on her. Tonight he was distracted and fidgety and non-committal and the only time he acted like that was when he knew he’d done something that would displease her, or when he had to tell her something she wasn’t going to like hearing.

Her eyes narrowed with concern. “You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Sharon, it was a pinched nerve that caused a terrible muscle spasm and I couldn’t catch my breath.”

“Brought on by stress over the shooting. Because if I had been sitting in Chief Taylor’s seat and he sitting in mine, I would probably be the one who’d been killed in that shooting instead of being the one who killed the shooter. And you were right there watching that all play out and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do to stop it from happening.”

“And I didn’t talk about it with you because you had enough on your plate with the guilt you felt over not having any remorse for killing that Nazi scumbag Dwight. We talked about all this while I was in the hospital. I won’t bottle up my fears anymore and neither will you. Because you do a pretty good job of that yourself.”

Sharon’s lips twitched with amusement. “You are right about that, Andy. Look, we’ve both been alone for a very long time. It’s natural that it would take some time to get too used to having someone in our lives that we can lean on, that we can count on. But I want us to get there. I want you to know I’m always here for you and I’ll always listen to what you have to say, even if I don’t agree with you or you just need to vent. You don’t need to protect me. Just don’t bottle it up inside anymore. It isn’t good for your health and it isn’t good for our relationship.”

He reached across the table taking her hand in his, running his thumb over her knuckles. “And you’ll do the same?”

“I’ll do the same.”

“Oh.” Andy let go of her hand like it was a hot potato.

Sharon turned to see what had created that spark of recognition in his eye and saw an attractive blond in the doorway. The woman caught her eye and immediately ducked away. “Andy?” she questioned with a frown as Andy rose from his seat.

“I’ll be right back. I just need to use the restroom.”

Sharon’s stomach knotted, her eyes following Andy toward the direction the blonde had taken--opposite of where the restrooms were. What the hell was going on? There was no way that this was happening. Not with Andy.

Of course it’s not like she wasn’t well aware of his infamous past history with women. It was certainly no secret that Andy was gorgeous and sexy and attracted women like bees to honey. She’d read once that the Irish and the Italians combined to make the most beautiful people and that was definitely the case with Andy. There weren’t many men who could pull of the delicious combination of suave GQ model in his colorful dress shirts and fashionable suits and boyish jock in his sweats and t-shirts. She hadn’t known him very well when he was on patrol or even after he’d made detective and worked in Vice, then Robbery/Homicide and finally Major Crimes, but she knew who he was and knew his reputation very well. Women talked and many of the women she worked with salivated over the very hot Andy Flynn. Hot being the operative word.

While she hadn’t personally had any run-ins with Andy in FID, she was well aware that he’d been investigated several times as a bit of a hot-head, but his cases had never been serious enough to make it all the way to her desk. He was known to be smart and passionate, dedicated to his job but also impulsive. It was that impulsive streak and his temper that sometimes got him into trouble. In any case, she also knew of his reputation as a ladies man. Not a crime because he was a single, but it was one of the reasons that she had moved so slowly into a relationship with him. She had to be sure it wasn’t just an impulsive decision on his part and that he wasn’t going to drop her as soon as he got what he wanted. That she wasn’t just another in a string of women on his arm.

Once she’d begun working with Andy and had gotten to know him as a person, not just a reputation and certainly once they’d begun dating, she’d found a lonely man living with some very serious regrets. A man who had been trying to fill a very big hole in his heart with a string of affairs that had led him nowhere.

And during the entire time they’d been together she’d never had a reason to doubt him. The impulsive man who went from woman to woman had spent a year pursuing her, going out with her as a friend--no kissing and certainly no sex, or as Andy referred to it, dating without benefits. And then, when she’d finally acknowledged that what they shared was far more than friendship and agreed to officially date him romantically, he’d been very sweet in accepting her boundaries. The Andy who was used to sleeping with women on a first date had taken on her request for an old fashioned courtship, dates that ended with kisses rather than between the sheets, with the intensity of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

And though he was ready for sex long before she was, he was always good natured about it and had never given her cause to worry that he might turn to another woman to get what he wasn’t getting from her. He was completely focused on her and on their relationship and because of that she’d come to trust him completely.

She did trust him. So, whatever was going on with that blonde, it couldn’t be personal.

When he arrived back at the table he seemed a little rushed, almost jittery.

“Andy, I’d like to know what’s going on.”

“What? What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

“I’m a detective. I know when someone is hiding something. And I sure as hell know when the man I am sharing my life with is keeping something from me.”

“It’s nothing, really. Are you finished?”

Sharon nodded and set her coffee mug on the table. Andy signed the bill to be charged to their room.

Still pondering on what was going on with him; Sharon put her jacket back on and stepped out of the inn. Sitting in front of the porch was one of the Austrian Sleigh’s, the two large draft horses that pulled it snorting and stomping their feet in the snow, anxious to get moving. This was a two person sleigh, much smaller than the ones that she’d seen taking out the large groups.

“Your chariot awaits, my lady.”

Sharon turned to see a broad grin on Andy’s face. “This is for us? Just us?”

“Just us.” He began leading her down the porch stairs.

“Welcome,” said the man who greeted them at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m Ron and I’ll be your coachman tonight. It’s a beautiful night for a sleigh ride. You just sit back relax and enjoy the ride. There are blankets in the back to stay warm.”

Once seated Sharon cuddled into Andy and he pulled up the thick faux fur lined blanket and tucked it in around them. The horses took off with a jingle of their harness bells and they began to glide over the snow.

“I can’t believe you did this,” she said. “Is that what all the checking of your watch and that blonde lady were all about?”

“Yes. I told them I wanted a romantic moonlit sleigh ride with my lady and they worked it all out for me.”

“Andy Flynn you really do have a romantic Italian soul.”

“So, you’re not still jealous the kids did this without us yesterday.”

She gave a soft laugh remembering how she‘d pouted a little bit when she thought they‘d been left out. “No. This is much, much better.” She lifted her face to press a kiss to his jaw, murmuring softly against his cold skin, “Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving,By the light of the moon.”

“Did you just make that up?”

She chuckled. “I wish I were that talented. No, it‘s Lord Byron.”

“The poet?”

“Yes.”

“It fits. Though I was thinking more alone the lines of, over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go. “

Sharon laughed. “Well, that fits too.”

***

It was a beautiful clear cold night. The stars were bright in the dark sky, the nearly full moon creating blue swaths over the pristine snow covered hills. With jingling bells they made their way along the frozen river and over the open fields into the moon shadowed forest. Once in the forest the flat terrain steadily climbed up a hill and by the time they came out of the woods into a clearing they were at the very top where a large white gazebo sat alight with hundreds of tiny flickering Christmas lights. An oasis of glittering beauty. The sleigh came to a stop and Ron hopped down to help them out so they could warm up inside the closed in structure and take in the view.

Andy led Sharon inside the gazebo where it was warm and toasty thanks to a woodstove burning in the corner. In the middle of the room sat a small round table covered with a red linen tablecloth. Tall white pillar candles flickered on that table, shining in the crystal champagne flutes and on the silver bucket that held what looked like iced bottles of champagne. If she’d thought the sleigh ride was romantic, well, that appeared to be just the tip of the iceberg.

After warming her hands for a moment over the stove Sharon made her way to front of the gazebo. “Oh Andy,” she breathed. “Come look at this view.”

The gazebo was perched at the very top of the hill and far below them in the valley was the inn, the pond and the lights of the village.

“It’s so beautiful. Like a winter wonderland.”

Andy stepped up beside her. “You’re beautiful, Sharon. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I‘ve always thought that, even when I believed you were the wicked witch of FID. But it was only when I got to know you that I found you are even more beautiful on the inside than you are on the outside. I thought having you take over Major Crimes was one of the worst things that could happen to me, but it turns out it was the best. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love you with all my heart.”

“Oh, Andy.” Sharon turned to him leaning forward as if to kiss him, but he pulled back.

“Wait. I have to do this before I lose my nerve.”

Sharon’s look of adoration turned to one of confusion…Until Andy fell to one knee and she gave a sharp intake of breath. Oh my God. Andy was proposing!

“There are three things I want to say and I don‘t want to forget anything,” he said, pulling out his little police notebook.

Sharon smiled through the tears that had filled her eyes the moment she realized what he was doing.

Andy glanced at his notebook then stuffed it back in his pocket so he could look her directly in the eye when he spoke.

“Okay. One. You know how happy I was when you agreed to live with me. And I am happy. And I know we don’t need a piece of paper to tell us how much we love each other or how committed we are to each other. But I want that piece of paper Sharon. I want to stand in front of a priest and all our family and friends and take those vows, make those promises. I want you to be my wife, not my girlfriend. And I want to be your husband.

Two. For so many years now I’ve felt empty and alone. You’ve made me realize what I’ve been missing all these years. It’s like that dirt bag life coach said. I had a hole in my heart and nothing could fill it. Until you. Now when I look in my heart all I see is you. You make me want to be a better person, a better cop, a better father, a better lover and I hope one day soon a better husband.

And three. Life is short Sharon. I came so close to losing you this year and you thought you were going to lose me. I know we’ve got to figure things out, talk to Father Mark about our options but the one thing I don’t need to figure out is how I feel about you. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and doing my best to make you happy.”  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. By now the tears that had been burning in Sharon’s eyes began trailing down her cheeks. “Sharon Elizabeth O’Dwyer Raydor, will you marry me?”

Sharon could hardly speak through the tears clogging her throat.  “Yes,” she choked. “Oh my God, yes!”

Andy rose and she threw herself in his arms. All her life she’d put her dreams away for someone else. First giving up law school for Jack, and then going into FID for her kids. She now had a job she loved, two of her kids were grown and out of the house. Rusty was doing well and he’d be gone in a few years. It was about time she take a chance at something she wanted. And oh, how she wanted a life with Andy.  Sweet, passionate, dependable, romantic, sexy, fun Andy who loved her as no man ever had. Her world really was a better and brighter place with him in it.

“Well.” When he pulled back from her embrace Sharon saw that she was not the only one moved. Tears shone in Andy’s dark eyes, one sliding down his cheek. Slightly embarrassed he quickly brushed it away. “Do you want to have a look at the ring?”

“Oh, yes of course,” she laughed. She took the box and opened it gasping at the glittering princess cut diamond inside. “Oh Andy,” she sighed. “It’s absolutely exquisite.”

“It was my Grandmother Flynn’s ring. But they were kind of poor and I wanted to give you the diamond you deserve, so I brought it to custom jeweler. He kept the vintage band and made smaller diamonds out of the original diamond, which is what you see on the sides here and then I chose this bigger Princess cut because you said it was your favorite style for engagement rings.”

“It is, but when did I say that?”

“One day when we were window shopping last summer. I specifically brought you by a jewelry store so I could get some ideas about what you liked and didn’t like. Then I brought Gavin with me shopping because he knows your style pretty well.”

“Andy. You were thinking about marrying me last summer? We hadn’t even slept together yet.”

“Sharon, sleeping with you has never been a deal breaker. Even if you were a dud in bed I’d still want to marry you. “

She gave a surprised laugh. “Gee, thanks Andy.”

“You’re welcome,” he flashed her that sexy little half grin. “Of course, thankfully you aren’t a dud. In fact, you’re pretty damn amazing in bed. Truth is I think I’ve wanted to marry you since our first dance at Nicole’s wedding.”

“Andy…” she was skeptical.

“Okay, maybe I wasn’t thinking marriage then, but I wasn’t lying when I said I started falling in love with you that night. It was that night that you stopped being Captain Raydor and became my Sharon.”

“Your Sharon?”

“That’s how I thought of you. I know you weren’t even divorced yet and we weren‘t even dating. But after that night you were my Sharon, even if it was only in my mind.”

“Oh Andy, you really are the sweetest man.” She reached a hand up to cup his cheek, her heart so filled it felt like it would burst. She couldn’t remember a time she’d ever been this happy.

“So, let’s try this sucker on,” Andy grinned.

“Yes, let’s do.” Sharon held her hand out and Andy slipped the ring down her slender finger. It fit perfectly. He‘d been pretty sure it would. He knew her ring size because the weekend they‘d gone away to the beach he‘d bought her a claddagh ring to show her how much she meant to him and so she would always be reminded of their first time.

“It is absolutely breathtaking,” she said, moving her hand to catch the light from the candles in the diamond. “I love the vintage band and I love that it was your grandmother’s. And the diamond is absolutely perfect.”

“It reminds me of you, both old fashioned and modern.”

She smiled at the comparison. “And it‘s a custom piece, nobody else in the world has a ring like this.”

“One of a kind, just like you.”

“Uh, excuse me,” they both turned to see the coachman. “I hate to rush you, but we’re going to have to head back soon.”

“How much time?”

“I can give you about 10 more minutes.”

“Perfect.”

“By the way, how did it go?”

Andy took Sharon’s hand and lifted it, beaming as he wiggled her ring finger. “She said yes.”

“Ahh…congratulations. Beautiful place for a proposal, isn’t it?”

“The most beautiful,” Sharon agreed giving Andy a tender smile.

“If you’d like, I could take some pictures of you.”

“That would be great.” Sharon handed him her phone and showed him how to take pictures with it while Andy popped the cork from the bottle of champagne and poured Sharon a glass before pouring a glass of sparking cider for him.

“To my beautiful fiancée. I will be counting the days until you are my wife,” he said.

“And to my very, very handsome fiancé who planned the most romantic proposal ever. I love you Andy.”  They touched glasses and kissed while Ron snapped pictures.

****

Back on the sleigh Sharon immediately curled back up against Andy, holding her hand out to continue admiring her engagement ring in the moonlight. “The kids are going to be so surprised.”

“Well,” Andy hedged. “Maybe not so surprised.”

“What do you mean? Did you tell them you were proposing tonight?” She couldn’t keep the disappointment in her tone out of the question.

“No, not tonight, just sometime in the future.”

“And how did that come up?”

“I wanted to get their take on things before I asked you to marry me. I mean I know I didn’t need their permission or anything, but I was hoping to get their blessing. I know how important your kids are to you, Sharon, and I knew it was something you’d want too.”

“You really do know me, don’t you?”

“Guess it helps that we were friends well before we were lovers.”

“You weren’t saying that before we were lovers,” she reminded him wryly.

“Yeah, well, you can’t blame a guy for a little impatience. Not when he’s dating a smart, sassy, sexy woman who wants to take things slow.”

“You survived,” she grinned.

“And you were worth the wait.”

“So, did you get their blessing?”

“I did. Emily was easy. She’s ready to start planning the wedding. Rusty, well he sort of expected this since I’ve been living with you. He’s used to us together. Ricky was the toughest.”

“Oh no. Was he an ass to you? Sometimes I want to throttle that boy. You know when Jack left there were so many people telling him “you have to be the man of the house now”. But I hated that. He was just a little boy and I never wanted him to feel like that. I was the adult, I was the parent. But there are times, especially now that he’s older, that he gets a little too full of himself and starts acting like he’s my parent not my son.”

“Whoa, Sharon, relax. He was fine, really. I get along great Ricky. I always have. He likes me. He thinks I’m good for you. He sees how happy you are. He’s just protective of you. They all are. They don’t want to see you hurt. They remember what it was like when Jack hurt you and how hard it was on you. They don’t want to see it happen again, none of them. Ricky was just the one that made it clear that hurting you might cause me to end up at the bottom of the Pacific.”

Sharon shook her head rolling her eyes. “He said that? And I always thought he was a smart boy. You don’t threaten the police.”

“It’s okay. I understand where he’s coming from. If anyone ever hurt you, I’d put them at the bottom of the Pacific myself.”

Sharon shivered. She wasn’t so sure Andy was exaggerating on that point.

“You’ve got great kids Sharon. They love you very much. All three of them said that after putting them first for so many years you deserve to be happy and if I make you happy, I have their blessing.”

“You make me happy,” she assured him.

“Good, then that’s settled. And you can surprise them with our news.”

“I think I want to wait.”

Andy’s face fell and Sharon quickly took his hand. “Don’t panic. Not for long. I’m done with moving slow. I was just thinking, maybe we should wait until Christmas Eve dinner at my parents. We can surprise everyone with the news and it’s only a couple days away.”

“I think I can wait that long.”

“Of course that means I’m going to have to take my ring off.” She sounded so sad it brought a smile to Andy’s face.

“I’m glad you like it so much, sweetheart.”

“I love it.” And now that she had Andy’s ring on her finger the last thing she wanted to do was take it off. “But I suppose I can wait a couple more days to put it on.”

“And then it never comes off?”

“Never, never, never.”

TBC

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[miriamandvictoria]

@ocprompting Fun Character Bio 

Name

What is it?

Miriam Willsson Paul (Neé Paul)

Does it mean anything, who gave it to them and why?

Their mum picked it. They were going to be named Linda, but because their cousin Linda was born two weeks before Miriam, she got the name instead. Her father used to call her "Jarrito", which is a Mexican soda, when she was little, claiming that he invented it before she was born because she used to give her mother hiccups when she was still in the womb.

Do they like it?

They think it's okay.

Other basics

Age?

47

Species?

Human

Personality traits

What are their most defining traits to their personality?

Stubborn, good hearted, loving and trust worthy

What sticks out as soon as you meet them, what kind of first impression do they make?

You'd probably notice what a warm and kind person they are first of all. They always make a good impression because their big heart shows clearly to everyone who look at them.

What are their good traits?

Compassionate, kind, loving

What are their bad traits?

Jelous, insecure, stuff all her feelings inside and does not tell anyone what she feel

Any other traits?

Ultinate mum friend, clever, a goof

How do they describe themself, how do they view themself?

Miriam describbes themselves as a dedicated stay at home mum with a daytime job. They don't have a great view of themselves - they know their personality is golden but they don't like their apperance, and they often feel as though they fall short in caring for theur family and when comparing themselves to their wife

How do others describe them, how do others view them?

Others describe her as cute, funny, and kind. They view her as a really good friend they can depend upon and discuss anything with.

What parts of their personality always prevail and are always present no matter what the situation is?

They are always trustworthy, and they are always hardworking and kind

Are they a different person when you first meet them than when you get to know them, does it take them time to open up? Or are they an open book from the get go?

They're pretty much an open book. There is a lot of reasons that they are the way they are and act the way they do that you won't know until you get to know them, but personality wise they're an open book

Appearance

Height?

151.5 cm

Body build/shape/weight?

They used to be underweight when they were younger and always had a very slim build, but put on signficant amounts of weight later in life. She is now quite chubby, though not qualified as overweight.

Facial shape - What are their eyes like? How about their nose, or lips? Shape of cheeks? Eyebrows?

They have big chocolate brown eyes with thick black eyelashes. Her face is very rounded with soft, chubby cheeks. She has big, full lips and soft arches for eyebrows.

Hair - short/long? texture/shape? Do they wear it different ways or only one way? What colour(s) is it, natural/changed?

They have dark dark brown hair that almost looks black, which is their natural colour, though it's gotten lighter with the years and is more like a chestnut brown now. Her natural texture is very thick and straight. She had it very long with and without bangs when she was younger, as well as curling it or making it wavy on occasion. She then cut it down into a very short style for four years in her late twenties. After that she let it grow out again in her early thirties, before once more starting to cut it down shorter and shorter. Nowadays she has it in a bob of varying length and has had for some years.

Skin tone?

They're half Mexican, half white American. They appear white, but when standing next to someone of completely white heritage it is noticable that they are slightly darker skinned by a few shades.

Anything such as glasses? dimples? scars?

They have dimples. Their knees and feet are covered in little scars from a lot of (barefeet) adventures in the Arizona dessert as a child. They also have a thick scar just above their hairline from falling off their pet cow, which she once rode on when drunk. Their wife Victoria rode toghther with her and tried to catch her when she fell, but was too drunk and instead ended up joining her on the ground. Miriam hurt her head and Victoria broke her wrist. She got glasses shortly after she turned forty, but doesn't need them constantly.

Do they look younger, average, older than their age?

They have always looked much younger than their age. When their oldest daughter Alice was small, she was often believed to be her big sister, and the same happened when her wife had their second daughter Lydia. In fact, at the Hospital, Miriam's wife (at the time girlfriend) Victoria was believed to be her step-mother, and that their daughter was Miriam's little sister. As they've gotten older, though, their age has started to catch up with them and combined with a more mature dress sense and make-up regime, they are rarely thought to be much younger than they are anymore.

How do they feel about their appearance? Do they like it, dislike it, mixed, or do they not place much value on their looks?

They try not to put much value in their looks, but does occasionally feel bothered by their weight. They know it's not entierly their own fault they have put on so much weight over the years, but it still hurt.

Anything they would want to change about their appearance? anything they refuse to change about their appearance?

They like their apperance, except perhaps they wish they could shed some of the weight they've put on. They would never change hair or eye colour, which they have sometimes been told they should try, because it'd make them look 'less foreign'.

Gender identity/etc

What is their gender? Are they perisex? Are they cis or trans? What are their pronouns?

She is a perisex cis female, pronounse she/her

Orientation/attraction

Sexual orientation? Romantic orientation?

They are a homoromantic Demisexual

Dating anyone? Married? Do they want to get married? Prefer ‘one night stands’?

They are married to a woman named Victoria Willsson. When they first met, Victoria was twenty-six and was working as an art teacher with side jobs doing sculptures and paintings to order, as well as singing and playing guitarre in a band. Miriam had just turned twenty and was a single mum to a one year old baby girl. She'd just landed her first job as a freelance journalist.

It turned out Victoria's school was the subject of the article, and she agreed to be her insider source. They continued to spend time toghther after the article was published, and fell in love. They got married on Victoria's fiftieth birthday, and had at that point lived toghther for over a decade and had three children.

How do they react when they first fall for someone?

They fall in love slowly but surely. A little something might spark, and then it'll grow over time.

How do they react when they first begin being intimate with someone? How do they react further on down the relationship?

They are always very careful. After being abadoned by the father of her daughter - even if she did not love him - she doesn't want to get too deep into anything until she feel she knows for sure its genuine. Further down the relationship they're much more confident, and they'll definatly be a fussy kind of hen mum partner who check in constantly to make sure their partner is doing good etc.

Do they have a lot of dating experience, little, none?

They have little dating experience. Before their wife, they only really dated their high school sweetheart, and their daughter's father - a shallow aquintance who she drunkenly slept with, then dated for a couple of months until it was revelead she was pregnant and he abadoned her to get by on her own.

What ways do they express intimacy or love? Hugs, Kisses, gifts, favors, Creating things for them, Verbal flattery, etc?

Hugs, kisses, favours and gifts. They show love more in actions than in words, though they frequently use loving and romantic nicknames in Spanish for those they love the most. For her it's a way to signal someone's importance to her.

Are they casual or intense in relationships?

Intense, if they think its answered. Usually they try to match their partner.

Do they value the relationship as important & lasting, or just fun & fleeting?

Lasting & important

Are they fast or slow in their relationships? dominant or passive? Do they take the lead, their partner(s) take the lead, mixture, or is there no lead?

They're pretty slow. Slow and steady wins the race, in their opinion. They're very dominant, however, and so is their wife, so it really depend on the situation. They have diffrent strength and weaknesses and let the one most well suited to handling whatever is happening lead the way. This usually means that Miriam rule the household and Miriam handles them when out in public and socilizing.

Do they enjoy sexual aspects ornromantic aspects more?

They enjoy the romantic aspects more.

Do they have any sexual interests that they do with their partner, for themself or for their partner?

Not really. They do occasionally have sex with their partner because they knows that she enjoys it, but unless they are extremely drunk they are not very intrested in sex in general, attraction or no.

What do they do if there is something upsetting in their relationship, how do they handle slight turmoil?

As they got older and wiser, trying to talk is normally what they do. Trying to solve it as best she can without beeing confrontational. This is both because she doesn't like fighting, and because she has a partner who handles conflicts abysmally due to past trauma. However, this attitude didn't fully set in until her early, mid thirties. Her and her wife has had sever issues communicating through out their relationship and it was not unsual that one of them would sleep on the couch, sometimes for weeks on end in the beginning of their relationahip. This would go on until they either returned on their own accord or was persuaded by the other partner to abandon whatever issue had sparked it and move forward. Which, in truth, wasn't much solving at all, and unfortunatly they still carry both bigger and smaller issues from the very beginning of their relationship with them to this day.

One of them is the fact that Miriam is still secretly hurt by having been caught up in a triangle drama between her wife Victoria and a man that she was also seeing when they first began going out, as well as his wife and other side-girls. At some point she would like to talk it out with her wife, but fears bringing it up as she knows her wife is deeply traumatized from the man killing himself by the way of drugs and alcohol little under two years after she began seeing him and less than a year after she met Miriam.

Non the less they have always loved eachother, and they would never let anything come between them so to the point that they split up.

Are they confident when with a partner, or insecure? If confident, how do they feel about confident partners? insecure partners? Do they have a 'type’?

They are connfident. They don't have a 'type', except perhaps women. But they want someone that they know they can rely on if they need it. At their core they are a confident person, but much like their partner it doesn't show until they feel safe enough to trust that their partner will stick around. This means that first they were both insecure, and then they were both strong. It kind of clashes but it tends to solve itself.

Personality wise, what do they enjoy in a partner? Looks wise, what do they enjoy? do they handle heartbreak well?

They want someone who is kind and empathic and creative. Culture, music and art are things that they find improtant, and they want someone who appreciate it too. Look wise, they enjoy tall people and have a weakness for sharp cheek bones. They handle heartbreak rather well - they pick themselves up and move on, and even if it hurts a lot inside they don't show it much.

Platonic relationships

What kinds of people do they make friends with?

They can make frienda with more or less anyone. They're the kind of person who can walk into a coffee shop and have twenty new aquintances by the time they walk out.

What kinds of people DON’T they make friends with?

They don't make friends with people who are racist, anti-lgbt, critical/slut shame single-mothers, or in any other way mean and negative. Being both lgbt and of immigrent heritage as well as a single mother at a young age has made her sensetive to these kind of subjects and she's been subject to discrimination and attacks for all three specific points - from her heritage to orientation to, when she was younger, status as a young single mother.

What kinds of things do they enjoy to do with friends?

Chill at home or coffee shop mostly. Any activties with her and/or their pets, too. When she was younger she'd go riding often with her friends, but its rarer after they busted their back.

Do they enjoy a large friend group or small? A few great friends, or many good friends?

They enjoy many good friends. They get along good with people and think it's fun to have a lot of people who she can invite to things and who will invite her to stuff. Though sometimes it gets too overwhelming, and then she likes to just sit at home with a cup of tea.

Do they make friends easily? How long before they consider them a friend?

They make friends pretty easily, but it might take a little while before you're a 'verified' friend, just to make sure she isn't in for a nasty surprise later on.

How do they handle a fight with a friend?

Like any other person. On the outside, the handle it perfectly, and are mostly composed and level headed. On the inside, though, they are often deeply hurt and you do not get away without a substancial apolegy.

Animals

How do they feel about animals? friends, helpers, tools/rescources, equal companions, annoyances, or enemies?

They love animals, and see them as family members or children.

Do they have a favourite animal?

Horses and cows

Do they have any pets? Have they had pets?

Their wife has three dogs: A black hounddog named Bonaparte, a brown and white border collie/sheep dog mix named Keira, and a choclate coloured American Water Spaniel named Espresso. Their son has a cat named Claude and she has a horse, a cow and an Oxen. The horse is a Gray American Quarter Horse called Old Paint Jr., the cow is called Blue Moon and the Oxen is named Sweet Pea. She has officially owned 8 diffrent horses before Old Paint Jr., having gotten their first one at age four.

Are they good with animals?

They are great with animals in general, but they're better at large animals like horses because they've been around them the longest, having aquiered their first horse at age four.

Food/Diet

What kinds of food do they enjoy?

They can eat more or less anything, but has preference for Mexican cuisine.

What kinds of foods do they not enjoy?

They don't like Asian food (Thai, chinese, Indian, Vitnamese etc)

Do they eat a little, a lot, inbetween? If a little, Do they only eat a little due to being poor, or is there another reason?

She is a person who enjoys food a lot, and like to eat, but tend to limit herself due to insecurities about her weight. At the same time eating too little or inconsistently risks aggravating her gastro-intestinal problems and therefor she and her wife have worked up strategies to keep her eating properly with food consistently. Mostly she ends up eating small portions but many times a day to ease her own guilt yet still get the needed nutrients.

 Do they have any food allergies, or restrictions such as vegetarian/vegan/pescetarian/etc? If the latter, is it a personal belief, a cultural belief, a religious belief, due to allergies, or something else?

They eat a mostly vegetarian diet but does on occasion ingest meat. A vegetarian diet is better for the sake of her health issues - her doctor has ordered her to preferably avoid heavy food whenever possible, recommending a lighter vegetarian diet, and therefor she has eaten more and more vegetarian over the years, as well as that it better alines with her and her wife's intense love of animals and animal activism.

Do they view food as just sustenance or as a pleasure? Or balance it out?

Pleasure, when they get a chance to cook for their family - which they love - and eat a good home cooked meal with people they love. Just feeding themselves, its sustanance, as they will be very restrictive in what they eat and how much due to being uncomfortable with her weight and apperance. Dieting is unlikely to do much to help her, but she feel better that way

If given a big plate of food, do they eat their fav food first or last?

They eat their fav food first

If given a big plate of food, do they eat it all at once, or save some for later?

If in a comfortable, safe situation they eat it all. If uncomfortable they will probably leave some of it.

How do they feel on sweets?

They like sweets. They have a good sweet tooth.

How do they feel on sour foods?

They're not too fond of sour food, but they can eat it.

How do they feel on spicy foods?

They love spicy foods

How do they feel on bland/basic foods?

They don't like it, but they force themselved to eat it.

Are they good at cooking/baking, or do they instead just buy premade meals? Do they cook basic storebought foods or do they make food from scratch?

She do basically all the cooking in her household and she make it from scratch. She doesn't know how to do it any other way, really, all these half-fabricate short cuts just confuse her because she doesn't know how to apply them to her recipies. In her family growing up, her grandmother did all cooking, and she considered it offensive to offer anyone half-fabricats.

Social/political beliefs

What are their views on social groups? Are they open minded or close minded? Are they progressive, or do they dislike if their society changes?

They're open minded and proggressive. As a Mexican-American Lesbian and at one point single mother, there is a lot they wish to get better in their countries and they view it in a posetive light when it does.

What is the government like in their setting? Do they like the way it is set up, or not? Do they like their current leader, or not?

They are not a fan of the current American president, which is where she is from. Nowadays she and her wife live in London, having moved there about fifteen years ago after she was offered a job there. She chose to take the job and move because they didn't like how the political climate was evolving and did not feel as safe as they used to in the town where they lived.

Fashion

What kinds of clothes do they like?

When they were younger they had a very half-dressed hippie kind of style. They liked shirts and cut off jeanse and t-shirts and skimpy dresses.

Nowadays, They go for comfortable but good looking. They have a lot of jeanse and a lot of soft pants and shirts and tunics.

They own a number of pantssuits for work purpous, if they need to meet with a publisher or similar.

What kinds of things will they include in every outfit?

They don't have something for every outfit, really, but they will probably have some kind of jewelry. Turqoise stones have a lot meaning to her amd she has a smaller jewelry collection with turqoises.

What kinds of clothes do they dislike? What kinds of things would they refuse to wear?

They don't wear dresses much anymore, though they liked them when they were younger. They don't really like pantsuits because they tend to be made out of harsh fabrics and they're not very soft of flexible, but they wear them when they have to.

Any accessories they always wear, like a bracelet, hair tie, ring, locket, etc? Does it have any significance?

Naturally they always wear their wedding ring. They have a silver braclet with turqouises that their wife gave them and they cherish it a lot, often wearing it to more upscale events. They also have a matching ring, but they do not wear it as often because it's larger and clunky and they don't think it suit them as much anymore.

What is their relationship with clothing? Do they wear what’s comfortable, what they aesthetically like, what is easy to work in/what fits their profession?

They like to wear what's comfortable, mostly. Usually it's casual but not sloppy. They do adapt their apparal a lot after the weather and occasion, though.

Do they view clothes as just fabric to cover their body, or do they consider it an important/integral part of their identity?

It depends on what item of clothing you're looking at. She has a few pieces of clothing that are traditional Mexican clothes, and those are very important to her and a part of her identity. The rest is mostly just a neccesary part of being a living human being.

Do they prefer to have less or more skin exposed in their outfits? Do they wear as little as possible, or maybe do they use clothes to hide something about themselves?

Growing up in a warm climate but with cold nights, they usually dressed rather skimpy and then had a quilt or jacket to add on top. However, as they have become older and gained weight, they started wearing more clothes - both because it is expected and because they feel uncomfortable about their apperance and wish to hide it with their clothes.

Do they live somewhere with the same temperature/weather all year, or does the climate change? do they change their clothes by the changing seasons, or do they stick to their “brand” no matter what?

They lived for the longest time where it was mostly the same all year round, and being a poor single mum/living in a low-income household for quite some time they stuck to the same worn-out closet. Even when they got a better economy and a more stable situation, they were fine sticking to one wardrobe.

Now that they live in England they have a more interchangable wardrobe and they tend to try and adapt to the weather and season. Still, their style is mostly the same, just addapted to the circumstance.

Disabilities

Do they have any physical disorders/ailments/etc?

They have IBS and a bit of a funky back from falling off a horse once too often. The back doesn't bother them too much but is there.

Do they have any mental disorders/ailments/etc?

Not that they are aware of, though they do suffer from anxiety

Is their disability something formally diagnosed or understood in their setting, or is it something not well known or understood in their universe?

It is recognized that it exist, but most people don't have much understanding for how problematic IBS is and how much it affect her.

Does their culture offer accomodations, treatments, and services for their type of disability, does their culture just ignore or not recognize it, or does their culture view it negatively?

It is modern day characters so it is as it is in today's society.

Hobbies and talents

Do they have any hobbies or recreational interests?

They like reading and writing and cooking and riding. Caring for their horse is something they like spending time on. They do sing, and can play the violin and guitarr, but it's more an occasional occupation.

Do they practice them a little at a time/during whatever free time, or are their hobbies more time consuming and take up a good deal of their day/week/etc?

Most of their intrests are just whenever they have time/feel like it, though since they cook for their family on the daily it has sort of become a part of her daily routine to practice that particular hobby. Reading books is a part of their work description, too, so it has come that way too.

Is their hobby to destress, to bring fulfillment, to build up a skill, or another reason? Why do they do their hobby?

It's both for skill, and just to have fun and destress. Most of it comes from their childhood - she had to mind herself a lot when she was little, finding things to do when her parents worked and her , and otherwise her hobbies were introduced to her by her relatives.

What made them pick up/do this hobby? Is their hobby something done in their alone time, or something done in a group setting/with friends?

The animals and reading are solo activities. Cooking can be both, and music is something she only does with other people

What kinds of talents do they have? What are they good at? Is it something more well regarded like singing, dancing, painting, etc.. or something more obscure like quickly organizing things alphabetically, remembering what kind of flowers their friend likes, or another skill that isnt as widely seen as a typical “talent/skill”?

They're a mean horserider, ad cook, which are well-regarded skills. They're also a good book editor which is rather well regarded in its field and she bring in quite some money with her work.

is there any type of hobby they detest and would never partake in?

Sports

Is there a hobby they wish they could try? Is there a skill they wish they had?

They wish they were better at building things and at painting and drawing, all of which their wife is rather good at.

Are their hobbies or skills more practical and useful in a job or career, more suited for social life/aspects, more creative and for fun, or do they serve a different kind of purpose in their life?

Most of their skills are things that are either beneficial to just them or to her partner and three children.

Religion and spirituality

Are they religious?

Yes

Are they a part of a group or place which practices their faith in an organized manner, or do they practice it on their own/by themself?

They keeep themselves in touch with the community at their church and does participate in activities and happenings every so often. They also try to go to church about once a month.

Are they spiritual?

Yes

Are they part of a group or place which practices this in an organized manner, or do they practice it on their own/by themself?

They practice it mostly on their own

Do they consider religion and spirituality to go hand in hand, or are separate things in their life? Do they do one without the other?

They do both, but consider them two things that coexist rather than exist as one.

What parts of their beliefs do they enjoy the most, what speaks to them the most?

They enjoy the company. To not feel alone and feel that there is a community to support one and a place where you can always turn for comfort and advice come what may

What is the core reason they are a part of that faith?

It's a tradition for them. Their parents and grandparents were religious, and they were rasied as a part of the faith. Its an ingrained part of their person shaped during their childhood.

Is there any part of their faith they don’t like? Be it the faith itself, or the people within?

They do not like the fact that there is a tendency for homophobia and racism among catholics, especially when they lived in the south of the USA

financial status/job

What financial class do they belong to?

A normal middle class family, though they used to be pretty poor. They grew up in an extremely hardworking but therefor also well-off family.

Are they a ruler/royalty, nobility, upper class, middle class, lower class, or poor as can be?

Middle class

Were they born in to this class, or came in to it later on?

They were born into a rather well-off family, but one where every penny earned was slaved for.

What is their job, if they have one?

They're a book editor

How do they earn their money, or at least things like food and other necessities?

They and their wife work. Their wife also recives royalties for certain things - including some music and album covers designed by her.

Do they enjoy their work, do they only work for the money, or do they detest their job?

They think their job is rather fun, and they don't mind doing it. That said, they'd easily not have a job at all if it was an option.

Is work something enjoyable or is it stressful?

It's enjoyable

Is this their dream job, or is there something they’d like to be doing more?

It's not their dreamjob, but they don't really have a dream job and would much rather be a stay at home mum/partner if they could - though it's not financially viable.

Phobias

Do they have any phobias or fears? Anything that scares them beyond belief or something that they reguarly avoid out of fear?

They have a fear of flying, and they avoid it as much as humanly possible due to the fear. Unfortunatly, living in England and having friends and family in America, they have to fly more than they'd like.

They also have a mild fear of some reptiles/animals/insects which stems from her childhood, when she was often told not to approach/run away from certain animals if she saw them, as they were not uncommon out in the dessert but could be bery much dangerous to young children.

When confronted with their fear, how do they handle it?

Their fear of flying is usually handled by way of having their wife or any of their children with them, not hvaibg a window/seat by emergency exits, and by bringing medecation which she has been provided by a Doctor and can use if neccesary.

The animal fear is often controlled by sternly reminding herself that the actually dangerous breeds of these albums are very much rare where she now lives, and by not coming close to the nimals that trigger the fear unless neccesary, and then taking it slow and being very careful about it.

After escaping the situation, how do they recover? How long does it take to do so?

Both fears are of the nature that they let go as soon as she is removed from the triggering situation, so the recovery is more or less immidiate.

Is their fear easily able to be overcome after facing it once or twice, or is it something more chronic and they have the same response no matter how often they experience it? Does their fear come from a frightening life experience, or is it more 'random’ and not 'derived’ from anything?

Both are more or less chronic. Flying is random and animals is just due to her uppbringing.

Fun/misc

When playing truth or dare, which option do they take when asked?

Truth

If hypothetically stranded on an island for a week, what three objects and three people would they take with them?

Their wife, water bottle, lighter

If given 3 wishes, what would they wish for?

They would wish for their mother to not have died when they were young, they would wish they still felt fully safe and comfortable in their home town, for her family to be happier.

What’s their fav music genre?

Traditional Mexican music

What’s their fav tv/book genre?

Fantasy and Romance/RomCom

Do they like board games, or do board games frustrate them?

They like them

Do they sing in the shower? Do they sing when they cook? Do they sing when doing chores? How do they react to having an annoying song stuck in their head for 3 days?

Yes on all 3 but diffrent songs. They usually humm songs a lot when they get stuck in their head.

What’s the quickest way to make them smile/laugh? Quickest way to make them cry/break their heart? Quickest way to get on their nerves/piss them off?

Speak Spanish to them and they will smile. Tell them they're a horrible mum/partner and they will cry. Insult lgbt people, immigrants or single mums and theyll be pissed.

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